A/N: Slight AU in which Ichigo finds another outlet for his…energy…He becomes a professional Dom. Not related to the happenings of Beast or Beast: Broken Chains; but part of the same Dom!Ichigo Sub!Kisuke Universe I'm building.
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Summary: Twisting long-fingered hands down muscular bodies, playing them like a strung violin; a tuned piano. Sex is an art. An art he had mastered.
A smirk tugged at his lips as he let his hands glide over the back of the black leather couch. Smooth and cool to his touch. How many times had he come to this room? Taking the reign for once - taking over.
Twisting long-fingered hands down muscular bodies, playing them like a strung violin; a tuned piano.
Sex is an art.
An art he had mastered.
It is like playing music. One could elicit the most delightful of noises – given talent and time. Like playing the violin, holding the tension and letting it go, releasing and catching and drawing out notes. Timing and skill and practice.
With a sigh he let himself fall onto the black leather seat, it's cushions dampening his rather ungraceful fall. His next costumer would arrive in a few minutes.
Another smirk flew across his face as he looked at the assortment of toys he had prepared for the night. They were his bowstrings, his notes, his tools of pleasure and art. And he planned on using every single one of them. He was already looking forward to this costumer.
Good-looking from what he had heard, a little quirky too if his managers were correct. He wondered what it would be tonight. Delicious pictures already flew through his mind, of twisted limbs held in silken black ropes, of silver clamps leaving deep dents in quickly bruising skin. He licked his lips, a feral smile already on his face. He reached down and readjusted his pants. Just the thoughts alone were making him hard.
A knock on the door broke him out of his musings. Strong and decisive, no hesitation in knocking. Someone that would need some…'convincing' before giving in to his ministrations.
His night was only getting better. Some came to him timid and broken, others raving and angry…and then there were those that would fight his domination; those were the most enticing. So hard to break – and so satisfying to see them kneel.
Fluidly he rose from his perch, pushing his long orange fringe out of his face and straightening his entirely black suit. He put a charming smile on his face and opened the door.
"Welcome." He said pleasantly. The smoothness of his voice adding to the surrounding of black leather and latex.
His smile froze.
"…Ichigo?" The voice on the other side of the door whispered, disbelief obvious.
He cursed. Quickly reaching out, Ichigo grabbed his visitors arm and pulled them inside, closing the door.
"What are you doing here?!" He asked, fire in his brown eyes as he turned towards the source of his distress.
Urahara Kisuke took in his surroundings, his gaze lingering on the walls. Walls covered with whips and paddles. His eyes gild over to the table holding over an assortment of sex toys, to the rather large bed, silken black sheets on top.
The ambience was rather obvious.
"…This is where you always vanish to?" Kisuke whispered turning around to his former student slowly. Ichigo simply dismissed his comment with a wave of his hand.
"Obviously." He drawls and pushed back a strand of orange hair.
"The more interesting question is: Why are you here?" He asked, a brow raised and waiting for an explanation. Kisuke shifted slightly, obviously intimidated by his surroundings but refusing to show weakness.
"Ahh you see, everybody was rather worried since their supposed savior seemed to be vanishing at odd times of day, coming back either in the middle of the night or early in the morning and not telling anybody what he has been up to." Kisuke responded, trying for his usual grin and failing spectacularly.
"So, you decided to follow me?" Ichigo asked, amusement in his voice. Kisuke laughed and scratched his neck.
"Obviously." He sang back. "I followed you to this building and started asking around, they all said I had to make an appointment if I wanted to meet you…well now it's quite obvious what they meant." He swallowed nervously after having said the last part.
"Yes, Kisuke. I come here and have sex. With whatever poor soul that has deemed my services necessary." Ichigo told him, smirk tugging at his lips once again. "Now shoo. I can't have you hanging around here."
"Ahh…Ichigo you can't mean for me to just leave like this…?" Kisuke took a few steps towards Ichigo, invading his personal space and staring into his brown eyes.
"You'd do well not to underestimate me." Ichigo said, smirk still on his face and not showing anything at their proximity.
"And you'd do well…not coming here." Kisuke answered softly. "This doesn't seem like you, Ichigo."
"Doesn't seem like me?" Ichigo whispered back. "And who are you to know that? You stand here…looking at me with disdain of all things and daring to – daring to judge me?!"
Ichigo took a step forward, eradicating any space left between them as he stared down into Kisukes grey eyes.
"You are no one, Urahara Kisuke. Not here. Not in this room." He whispered, his voice deadly soft.
Kisuke gulped heavily against the lump that had formed in his throat. They were standing close. Just a hairsbreadth between them, their breath mingling in the short distance separating their faces from one another.
Kisuke had gotten quiet, his usual exterior replaced by a serious glint in his eyes. "And you? What are you in this room? God?" He asked.
"Ohh yes." Ichigo whispered back. "In this room, Kisuke. Do you know what happens?"
Kisuke cast another look at the walls and table and large bed. "…I can guess." He answered Ichigo, sarcasm dripping from every syllable.
Ichigo chuckled. "Ohh you have no idea…" Ichigo took a step forward. Instinctively Kisuke did the same. Slowly, step for step Ichigo continued to walk him backwards.
He herded him back, slowly deliberately, like an animal would his prey…until any route of escape was cut off by the wall in his back.
"Kurosak-" 'BAM!' Ichigo had caged him in, both arms thundering against the wall in Kisukes back and holding him captive.
"In this room…" Ichigo whispered, not a trace of his usual persona to be seen. "In this room I break people. I make them beg and scream and cry…and they come here, you know? Out of their own free will. Ohh some…some they already come broken and others just are so-so angry…and I make them cry and scream…and I make it okay. And then…"
With those words Ichigo took a hold of a strand of Kisukes hair twirling it between his fingers.
"…then there are those that I personally love the most. Headstrong little things…fighting back against me…eventhough they came here…voluntarily…Like you did."
Ichigo leaned forward, their lips were close enough to touch.
Kisukes heart was drumming in his chest. He had not expected it. His brilliant mind had cut off the second he had seen the room lying behind his former student – when he had seen what sort of life his student led away from prying eyes. It had taken his breath away – momentarily made him question everything he thought he knew about Kurosaki Ichigo.
Brave, strong, kind, gentle, forgiving, unrelenting, arrogant, cocky, fast…
…dominant, sarcastic, sensual, erotic, manipulating.
He had not expected it. This turnabout. And Urahara Kisuke was not a man easily surprised. He was a schemer, a planner and manipulator. Plans formed and dismissed themselves in his head almost at a minutely rate.
And yet…Kurosaki Ichigo left him speechless, breathless…helpless.
When he had seen them, those instruments and toys littering the walls and table…the worst thing wasn't that he knew his student to use them…the worst thing wasn't that this was Ichigos lair – his work and passion. No…the worst thing…the most shocking thing had been the arousal it had caused him.
To think that his innocent Student held such a secret, to think that nobody had discovered him before…to think that his personality could shift in such ways – Kisuke was intrigued. No, he was fascinated. And with Kisukes fascination came his curiosity.
A long-fingered hand reached out and touched his chest, resting directly over his hammering heart. Kisuke could feel his breath stutter and halt…could feel the familiar twisting sensation of arousal in his gut as he stared at brown eyes that he had never known to hold such burning intensity.
"Ohh my…" Ichigo mumbled, the ghost of a smile dancing over his lips.
Kisuke looked at him in confusion. The smile on Ichigos face stretched. He leaned closer. Kisuke could feel Ichigos breath tickle his lips.
"I do believe you are hard…Kisuke." Ichigo whispered. And with those words Ichigo pressed forward, crowding Kisuke in even further, gathering him in his arms and not leaving an ounce of space between them.
His leg was pressing up against Kisukes erection, lips still separated from Kisukes by a mere millimeter.
"You came here Kisuke…into my room. You came to me. Those who need my help always do…Do you want it, Kisuke? All you have to do is say the word and I will make you experience pleasures you never even thought possible." Ichigos voice was deep and purring, a rumble in his chest that reverberated through Kisukes being.
He almost chocked as he stared at Ichigo. Wide-eyed and uncomprehending.
Why…did he like this? Why did he want this? Why…why was he aroused? Why was the feeling of Ichigos body pressed against his slowly intoxicating him? Why was his scent alone making Kisukes head spin?
In his mind he knew the answer.
He had known Ichigo for years, had taught him and fought by his side.
Attachment was nothing more than a chemical process. - Oxytocin and vasopressin.
Dopamine, norepinephrine, and serotonin. – Attraction.
Easy. Chemicals reacting. The answer was simple – logical.
Yet his heart was hammering, cock staining, pupils blown, and breath ragged. – Causes.
He was uncontrolled, unstable, breaking apart at the seams. His thoughts were in jumbles. He had never felt this attraction before. Never towards Ichigo.
'Really? Never?' A tiny voice in his head piped up, conjuring pictures of Ichigos naked torso covered in sweat; of Ichigos naked body dripping water as he ascended from one of Kisukes own hot springs. He had pushed it away.
'Too young!' His mind had always screamed, urging him into distraction. But in the dead of night, the voice was smaller…less convincing.
How many times…had he conjured up a young and hard body twisting beneath him? How many times had he imagined tanned skin stretched out for him to touch, orange hair mussed and twisted, and brown eyes lost in pleasure?
Too many.
'Pervert.' The voice whispered to him gleefully.
'I know.'
'He's too young!'
'…Is he?'
'He's Isshin's son!'
'Yes…So?'
'Push him away!'
'…'
"Do you want it…Kisuke? Come on, tell me." Ichigo repeated his question. He slowly thrusted his hip forward, pressing their groins together as he rocked against Kisuke. A moan escaped the older man's mouth. Ichigo sighed in unison with him.
"Does it feel good?" Ichigo purred, thrusting his hips forward sharply.
Kisuke chocked on another moan. The pace was maddening, agonizingly slow yet the sheer strength of Ichigos thrust created enough friction for Kisuke to almost come on the spot. His vision was blackening on the edges already, his heart thumping beyond all help. His own arousal spiked higher and higher with each of Ichigos thrusts.
And he remembered.
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.
It had been another long training session, longer even than the ones Shinji orchestrated. Everybody was busy now preparing themselves for war, pushing their boundaries. Ichigo had escaped the Vizards momentarily, managing to convince them to let him change training partners to Kisuke for the day. When Kisuke had inquired to Ichigos reasoning for this the answer was as logical, as it was amusing.
'Would you like to spend weeks at a time in their presence? I swear they piss me off just for shits and giggles…' Ichigo had bit out, frowning deeply.
Kisuke had chuckled at him.
'Now, now, Kurosaki-kun. Is that any way to talk about your friends?' He had teased. Ichigo has thrown him a dirty look.
'…Why did I think your presence was any better?' Kisuke had heard him mumble.
'Aww, how mean, Kurosaki-kun.' Kisuke had sung in answer.
'Ichigo.' The orange haired teen had cut him off. Kisuke had faltered for a moment, looking at the younger man. Ichigo had looked up, his brown eyes swirling and melting – mesmerizing.
'Call me Ichigo.' And Kisuke had been unable to look away. He no longer knew how it had happened, maybe somebody had entered the room, but neither of them had wanted to look away; both mesmerized, intoxicated.
Kisuke had never again called Ichigo 'Kurosaki-kun'.
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.
The next time it had happed was purely on accident. Kisuke had lingered outside of Ichigos room, waiting for the best possible moment to reveal himself to the teens inside planning their invasion into Hueco Mundo. A smile had graced the older man's lips as he had listened to Ichigo protect as well as insult his Quincy friend in the same breath.
'Of course, you can't come along.' He had said. 'You are a Quincy; you guys hunt hollows.' The silence that followed had been filled with tension. 'Also, it's not like we really need you, you'd probably only get in the way, anyway.'
'Why, you little-?!' The Quincy had grated out, righteous indignance coloring his voice.
Kisuke had had a hard time not laughing.
With flowing robes, he appeared in Ichigo's window still grinning at the teenagers.
'Looking for a lift?' He had asked, cane already extended in offering towards Ichigo.
Ichigos gaze had met his, his brown eyes swirling with gratitude and amusement…and something more…something Kisuke couldn't place. They didn't look away. Only the presence of the other teenagers in the room had made them break their glance.
'Have you been lingering outside my window this entire time?' Ichigo has asked him, exasperation palpable in his voice. Kisuke had laughed.
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.
.
'Sorry…for leaving it all in your hands…Ichigo.' Kisuke whispered as his consciousness slipped away.
Ichigo pushed back against Yhwach, a long lone hollow horn prodding from his forehead and cleaver in hand.
'Bankai!' He screamed. His blade shattering. Yhwach falling.
When Kisuke woke he was in a tent. Medical tent, he realized as he heard the cluttering as well as different voices moaning and groaning lowly.
'Yo, Geta-boshi.' A voice to his right had called. And there, perched on a stool next to his makeshift bed, Ichigo sat. A few bruises covered his skin but that was the extent of his injuries.
'…you did it…' Kisuke whispered hoarsely.
'Course I did…' Ichigo had responded, small smile flickering over his face. 'I had a damn good teacher.'
They were both silent for a long moment. They didn't need eye contact anymore for the tension to rise between them. It was always there. Somewhere…lurking.
'I'm sure Shinji is very happy that you think so.' Kisuke had finally said, not being able to help himself.
'I'm not going to correct you if that's what you're aiming for. God knows your ego is already big enough as it is.' Ichigo had answered immediately.
They had looked at each other.
One man lying on a cot, stiches – like tear marks – marking his cheeks. The other sitting upright, dual swords next to him and slightly bruised. They grinned. Then giggled. Then dissolved into helpless laughter. Both tired – physically and mentally – and beyond caring for the looks they were getting.
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.
.
And the realization that he had wanted this – possibly for years - was too much. With the next thrust of Ichigos hips he surged forward, closing the gap between their lips finally – finally capturing them in a hungry kiss. Ichigo chuckled darkly, slipping his tongue into Kisukes mouth with expertise and teasing his gum and exploring his moist cavern with more fervor than Kisuke has expected.
It was hot and uncontrolled. Biting and burning at both of them. Kisuke didn't even try to muffle his moans as Ichigo plundered his mouth. His large hands twisting into the fabric of Kisukes clothing as he pulled the other man closer.
"Say it, Kisuke." Ichigo said, pulling back and panting heavily. "I won't do it if you don't ask…of course I could always make you beg."
Kisuke heard a whimper escape him; all reason lost.
" ." Ichigo demanded, thrusting his hips forward into Kisueks clothes erection.
"Please…" Kisuke whispered, voice thick with want. "Please fuck me…ohh god Ichigo…anything…please…"
He felt Ichigos smile against his lips as the orange haired man pulled him into another breathtaking kiss. Before Kisuke knew what happened they were moving again. Ichigo was walking backwards slowly, his hands never wavering from their place around Kisukes hips as he maneuvered them towards the bed.
A quick twist and a small shove later Kisuke found himself in the middle of the bed, panting breathlessly and staring up into Ichigos quickly darkening eyes. The younger man leaned down. He placed his hands onto Kisukes ankles before slowly working his way upwards, fingers dipping and teasing into every crease.
His mouth following sometimes and leaving a trail of tiny hot kisses on his clothed body. When Ichigo reached his crotch Kisuke breathed in sharply, he could feel Ichigos smirk as he placed kisses on the insides of his thighs – his fingers were wandering over his hips up to his chest and back down again as Ichigo busied himself with driving Kisuke absolutely mad. Agonizingly slowly the teen continued his journey upwards, trailing his hands and lips over Kisukes entire body. Kisuke was panting – moaning helplessly as he let himself be manhandled and held down.
Finally, Ichigo reached his neck, littering his jaw with kisses until he reached his lips, hovering over them as he stared into Kisukes eyes.
"Do you want me?" Ichigo whispered.
Kisukes answer was nothing more than a low moan.
Ichigo chuckled. "While I appreciate your enthusiasm, I want an answer when I ask a question." His voice had dipped dangerously at the end, making Kisuke shudder slightly.
"Now…Do you want me?" Ichigo asked again, licking a long stripe from Kisukes jaw to his ear.
"Ohh god…yeeess!" Kisuke yelled, feeling Ichigo bite down on his earlobe pleasurably.
Ichigo pulled back looking down and Kisuke. Their gaze met…
Neither could look away from the other, the urge to reach and touch was hard to resist yet the wish to simply…keep looking…keep watching…keep staring into those mesmerizing eyes was even stronger.
Ichigo bend down, placing his teeth against Kisukes jaw, biting his way down the colon of his neck, all the way to his shoulder. He kept pushing at the green shirt Kisuke was wearing, trailing his fingers underneath the cloth and dragging it upwards slowly, letting his fingernails bit into skin softly.
Kisukes breath hitched.
Ichigo grinned.
He tugged the shirt further up, Kisuke raised his arms and in the next second it was gone.
Ichigo let his hands glide down Kisukes body, feeling strong muscles and scars upon scars on pale porcelain skin. His hands caught onto his belt and slowly tugged it free, his eyes searched for Kisukes.
The older man was watching him, breath coming in short puffs of air that escaped his mouth and dissolved in the small distance between them. A blush was crawling over his face, accentuating the almost feverish look in his eyes.
Ichigo smirked and all but ripped his trousers off of Kisukes body. He gathered the discarded clothes and threw them onto the floor without much ceremony. Ichigo looked down at the body that was stretched out beneath him. He had dreamt of this before. Of those limbs stretched out for him…to touch and lick and bite and own. But there was something…along the stiffness of Kisukes neck, the way his breath seemed to constrict in his lungs, the way his eyes seemed to stray now and again; stray away from Ichigo, from what he was doing.
No, this wasn't good. He wanted to…have him. Monopolize him. Kisukes eyes should never stray; his eyes should stay trained on him. Nobody else. Him and what he was doing and the delicious pleasure he was giving him.
And Kisuke should know – should know who it is that is giving him this pleasure…without hesitation.
Ichigo tilted his head to the side.
"I think a shower wouldn't be bad first." He suddenly said, pulling away from Kisuke and standing next to the bed. Kisuke was staring at him incredulously.
"…You say that now?" He asked him, amused exasperation in his voice.
Ichigo ignored him. "Door to the right." He simply intoned pointing at a door made of dark wood right next to the bed.
Kisuke got up with a sigh and vanished into the room, seconds later Ichigo could hear the water running.
A rough smile tugging at his lips as he straightened his jacket and walked into the bathroom.
"…Ichigo?" Kisuke asked him uncertainly. "You want to join?"
"Ohh no…I'm quite contend watching." Ichigo said, smiling at him unconcernedly.
He dragged the chair sitting at the wall further into the bathroom, sitting down in plain view of the transparent glass door separating him from Kisuke. Kisuke was licking his lips nervously.
"Go on." Ichigo said, smiling at him and crossing his feet, his hands steeping together as if he was attending a meeting instead of watching someone take a shower.
Kisuke stepped back underneath the warm water, letting it cascade down his body. He was aware of the eyes that seemed to follow every single drop, unashamedly taking in all of his and assessing it. Seeing all of him. His every weakness.
Kisuke shuddered.
He took a deep breath. Turning away from his voyeur he slowly let his hands glide over his ribs all the way to his head and started to push it back in gentle even motions, getting rid of knots and tangles.
The water was hot, almost too hot. He concentrated on the sound it was making when hitting the floor, concentrating on his own breathing and the sound of rushing water in his ears. Concentrating on anything but the man watching him.
"Shampoo is to your right." A deep voice informed him.
Shaking him out of his thoughts – out of his concentration. His hand was trembling slightly when he reached out for the small bottle of shampoo sitting on a tray to his right. Next to a bottle of lube. Kisuke blushed.
'What are you doing here?!' The voice in his head screamed – that small voice of reason that always made him question himself – his steps, his methods.
'Taking a shower.' He snapped back at it, almost automatically.
'…You shouldn't be.'
'I know.'
'Leave.'
'I can't.'
'Leave.'
'I can't.'
'LEAVE.'
'I…don't want to.'
'You want to be hurt…again?' The voice questioned.
'…Maybe.'
'It doesn't help you…'
'It does.'
The only thing answering him was silence.
"Kisuke?" The deep voice dragged him out of his discussion, dragged him away into the real world. The real world where he was taking a shower in front of Kurosaki Ichigo.
The shampoo bottle in his hands clattered to the floor. The sound vibrated through him. Through the bathroom. It was loud. Louder…realer…then Kisuke would have liked.
And suddenly Ichigo was there, pulling him out of the stall and into his arms, not caring for the wet state Kisuke was in.
"I knew this would happen." He heard him mumble.
"…What?" Kisuke whispered, he pulled back slowly. Staring at him. Uncomprehending.
"You might have said you wanted me…but that doesn't make it true. You still hold some…resistance. Even if you don't know it yourself. It's why I stripped you…and why I wanted to see you…in the moments that you are the most vulnerable. Like when you are taking a shower." Ichigo simply said, looking down into his brown eyes. No accusation.
"...Ahh…I see." Kisuke whispered.
"Is it because of my age? Or maybe because I'm Isshin's son?" Kisuke winced. "Bullseye."
"You know Kisuke…I've been doing this for a while…And you know the thing about…dominating people…about taking away the pain they are feeling on the inside and brining it forth….is…that you learn them. People I mean. Some…just need a little push…others need a little more…and then there are those that hold pride when they walk through my door." Ichigo was whispering too now, leaning closer to Kisukes ear and caressing his ear shell with his lips.
"Like you still do."
Kisuke was staring.
"…and that's a problem?" Kisuke asked, nervous all of a sudden.
Ichigo chuckled.
"Is it?" Ichigo replied.
"…I don't know." Was the mumbled answer.
"Tell me Kisuke…what it is that is holding you back. Me being younger, or being Isshin's son aside…what is it Kisuke…That you want from me? Sex?"
"…I think so…" Kisuke mumbled.
Ichigo sighed.
"You're not one of my costumers. Not really…but I can give…all of that Kisuke. If you want me to…I can drag everything…all the pain to the surface…Do you want that?" Ichigo was whispering again, staring into Kisukes eyes.
Kisuke swallowed. "…Yes." He whispered.
'NO!' The voice in his head yelled. '…He'll only use it…use it against you…'
Kisuke ignored it.
Ichigo kissed him, gently, deeply. Kisuke let himself fall further into his arms, let the sensations guide him as Ichigo tugged him along.
"I will give you…everything that you want." Ichigo whispered, his voice was heated, the ragged breaths escaping him the only indicator that this – whatever it was – meant as much to him as it did to Kisuke.
"…Please."