Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach and make no profit from this story.

This is my first story published on this sight. I know that the characters are a little out of character. Thhis idea would not get out of my head so I just had to write it.

This is a revision with added content and conflict to try to make it a fuller story. Now it is no longer a one shot so look out for more chapters in the future.

The use of other characters is simply to make the the story fuller so again forgive me if they are a bit out of character.

Sastre is the spanish word for tailor.

Warning:This is a yaoi story if you do not like do not read.

Chapter 1

"What is your name?" The question hit the tall young man like a ton of bricks.

"Ishida, Uryu Ishida. And before you ask, there is no relation to the well-known doctor of the same last name. At least not anymore." Uryu had made his choice; choosing to leave his family to live the life of a tailor instead of following in his father's footsteps.

He was not sure if he had made the right choice. He did know that he had made the one that would hopefully, in the end, bring him the most happiness. Whether that meant he made the right choice or not he would just have to wait and see. Right now he was more interested in the young man who looked to be in his mid twenties that was looking him up and down as though he was a piece of meat.

"Well Ishida-san, my young Master has sent me to ask if you would be willing to come work at Kuchiki Manor as the young lord's personal tailor. You will have room, board, a salary, every supply you could dream of, and of course leisure time, to pursue your own hobbies." The young servant waited for an answer. He had not given his name figuring it was not important at the moment.

Uryu blinked. He had left the easy life behind, but that did not mean he didn't miss it. If he went to the Kuchiki Manor, then at least he would not struggle to afford a place to live and he would be in a place his father couldn't get to."I would be honored to work for the young Lord Kuchiki. However I would need to know exactly what my job would be." Uryu was nothing if not polite.

"As I said, you would be responsible for all of Lord Kuchiki's fashion there are times he needs to dress a certain way. Your designs are well known, they have caught the young lord's eye. It will not stop at just clothes; there will also be requirements of drapes and other sewn items." The servant saw the interested look in Uryu's eyes. "But I need an answer right away. My young lord is not the only one whose eye you have caught. If the king requests you, then you cannot say no unless you are already under contract for a noble." The servant said but he was not sure that would stop the king if the king truly wanted the young man he was looking at.

Uryu swallowed, he had heard many stories of those who had gone to the king's palace never to return. The very idea of going to a place he may not return from made him sick to his stomach. Although he was not sure why he felt so strongly about this. "I will take your Master up on his offer," Uryu said his rent was up that day, so he had no place to go home to; all the equipment he had was in his case. His clothes were well maintained by their age could easily be seen, his glasses were not in good shape he had no hat or umbrella and his shoes had seen better days.

The servant smiled. "Wonderful. This way sir," the young man said, leading Uryu to a carriage.

The ride took a while. Uryu, who had not slept much lately, let the rocking send him into a light sleep, showing he trusted what was happening. At least that is how it would seem to anyone else but in reality, he was just that tired.

"Umm Ishida-San, wake up," came a soft voice that broke through Uryu's sleep fogged mind. Blue eyes opened as he sat up. He found himself in a small but nice room. He could see a fully stocked workshop through the open door. It took him a moment to remember where he was. "Oh good Ishida-san, your awake. The young lord wishes to meet you, please make yourself presentable. There are some clothes for you to wear sitting on the chair near the cabinet. I will be in the hall when you are ready."

Uryu rolled his eyes thinking he would be expected to wear the sort of things he hated. That was not the case. He found new brown shoes, brown pants with suspenders and a white button down work shirt. There were also brand new glasses and the pendant that had belonged to his grandfather sitting next to the simple clothes. He got dressed, having to make a few quick changes to the poorly tailored clothes. He slipped the glasses and necklace on, realizing he had slept for at least two days.

When he was ready, he walked with the young servant to a set of breathtaking gardens. "Master Kuchiki, Ishida-san is here," the servant called.

Uryu blinked as the most beautiful person he had ever seen moved into view. "Leave us," the beautiful man said in a strong, commanding voice.

Until they had spoken, Uryu had been sure this was a woman. That did not change Uryu's first thought. The young man had long dark hair and was currently dressed in a black kimono that brought out his pale skin and Gray eyes. He struggled under the intense gaze. "Thank you for welcoming me into your home Lord Kuchiki," he said, bowing a little.

"You may call me Byakuya when we are alone," came the voice that threatened to make Uryu melt.

"Then please call me Uryu," the young tailor said, allowing himself a quick glance at his boss.

The way Uryu was looking at him was not lost on Byakuya. He was actually happy since Uryu's talents were not the only thing that had drawn him to the younger man. He found Uryu lovely to say the least and his manners were just an added bonus, as were his skills at sewing. "As you wish, Uryu." Byakuya closed the space between them, letting a hand brush some of Uryu's dark locks out of his eyes.

Uryu's eyes were going heavy-lidded, but he caught himself before he let a sigh slip out that threaten to turn into a moan. It was a soft sound that he hoped Byakuya had missed he just hoped that he did not look too lustful. Finally, after a few moments he was able to regain composure.

"Just lovely. I hope you are happy here. Please sign this; all it says is that you work exclusively for me." Byakuya let Uryu read the document before signing it. "Now that you are my official taylor, we will need to talk business before we speak of more pleasant things," Byakuya said. "I am being forced to throw a pointless ball in one month's time and I need something suitable to wear. I also need clothes for leaving the manor since my traditional appearance seems to upset people. The ball will be a costume ball, so please feel free to test your skills. I am sorry, there is only a month but if I do this then perhaps I can put other matters off a bit longer," the young lord said. "I should also tell you there is a rumor that you are a woman. I guess a maid saw the driver carrying you inside wrapped in his cloak and all that was visible was your face and like me you are rather feminine."

Byakuya had reached out to let his finger tilt the younger mans chin up so Uryu would be forced to look straight into his eyes. They were barely a breath apart the sound of the garden was very soothing behind them.

This caused Uryu to back away from the touch he blushed and asked, "You have not corrected this rumor, may I ask why?" He knew that the young lord was being pressured to take a wife, which was most likely the reason for the ball.

"If you wish me to I will," Byakuya said he had no intention of answering the question. He looked very relieved when Uryu said it did not matter to him what others thought.

"May I ask what the ball will allow you to put off?" Uryu asked boldly.

"Announcing who I intend to make my bride," Byakuya said noticing the flash of jealousy in the younger man's eyes, which pleased him greatly.

The words stung causing Uryu to back away even further, he wanted to go back to his room. He had never been one to let emotions rules his life, or shape his actions.

Uryu did his best to hide his feelings since he was coming to realize that he may have fallen in love with a man at first sight. Being a man of logic he was not about to give into those feelings on a whim. "Sir I would be honored to create a costume for you. I will need to take your measurements before I start on anything." He swallowed as he awaited a response. He had changed the subject on purpose wanting to distance his mind from the feeling flooding his mind.

"Of course. I will come to your workshop later; until then please make a list of anything you will need," Byakuya said. "And remember, this is your home so feel free to go where you wish," the lord said as he watched Uryu leave.

Back in his workshop, Uryu rushed into the attached bedroom. He let out a flustered breath as he leaned against the door. He could not get Byakuya's face and beautiful body out of his head.

All he wanted to do was drive the feelings that were threatening his newfound happiness, and spinning in his mind, away. Before he even realized his fingers were plucking clumsily at the buttons of his shirts, prying them from their holes. He pulled himself, shivering as the cool air hit his chest, perking his nipples.

He ran a pale hand down his chest, brushing the sensitive nubs before moving lower to slip beneath the waistband of his pants. He plucked at the clasp there, the soft hollow clicks sounding like drums in the near silent room.

A soft sigh fell from his lips as his cool fingers wrapped around the heated flesh, Uryu teased the tip of his length gently, head falling back as shaky breaths erupted from his throat before turning his attentions to the shaft. He tugged along the sensitive flesh, falling into a steady pace. His breaths were coming quicker; eyes squeezed shut as he imagined pale skin and long, raven hair.

He could feel himself becoming more and more aroused, treacherously ragged breaths replacing the shaky ones.

As he felt his member swell beneath his ministrations, he was reminded of the shame. Shame for desiring a man. Shame for doing such lewd acts in his employer's home. Shame for doing such things at all.

It would be the highest disgrace if anyone were to see him, but though these thoughts plagued his mind, his body did not care. He wanted what he wanted, and he was going to do it regardless.

He lifted his free hand to tweak a nipple, gasping as shock waves of pleasure ran through his body. He arched his back, "Oh, Byakuya" he breathed.

Never had he done anything this shameful, but the undeniable beauty of his feminine employer was driving him to do things he normally wouldn't.

He could feel a coil of energy building in his abdomen. The feeling was alien, and oh so exciting.

Another tug of his hand and he was finished, thick ropes of cum splattering over his bare stomach. His cries of completion echoed in the room bringing a crimson stain to his pale cheeks.

As his mind cleared, he pulled his hand level with his eyes. He stared at the milky liquid as he sat against the door, having slumped down after his release. Vaguely, he recalled himself crying Byakuya's name as his climax had hit. Finally he stood, a little shaky as he cleaned himself up and reset his clothes.

Later that day, Byakuya came to get his measurements done. "Are you alright Uryu?" the lord asked loving the pink stain on the tailor's cheek when he used his name. The fact that the young man was acting much different than he had during their introduction to each other was not lost on him.

Uryu looked up awkwardly from his place at Byakuya's feet. He slid a measuring cord around Byakuya's calf and took a note before answering.

"I'm perfectly fine Kuchiki-Sama, but I thank you for inquiring about my health."

"I told you when we are alone call me Byakuya. Are you certain you are alright? I do not believe you are." came the blunt reaction from the lord.

"Byakuya of course my apologies, however I assure you I am fine" Uryu was having trouble keeping his composure around the object of his desire. I was even worse since the lord had so causally stripped down to practically nothing. Uryu gulped as he eyed Byakuya's apparently sizable length from where it pressed against the restricting fabric. He looked away sharply when he realized Byakuya was looking at him.

Byakuya did not believe him even slightly, but he knew it would be best to let the subject go for now. "Fine but just remember if there is something wrong either now or in the future please do not hesitate to come to me," he said.

Uryu gave a barely visible nod of his head to show he understood. He continued taking all the measurements he felt he would need.

Certain he would get nothing more about the true reason Uryu was so flustered Byakuya chose to switch to lighter talk. "So are you enjoying this place so far," he asked.

"Oh yes, your home is beautiful" Uryu caught himself before he added the rest of his thoughts to that sentence. "Alright I am done you may dress now" he said letting out a sigh of relief as the lord redressed.

"Thank you, well then, I will see you tomorrow at breakfast," stated Byakuya in a matter of fact voice. He strode out of the room, without so much as a glance in Uryu's direction. Leaving the young man to his thoughts.

Unfortunately, those thoughts were only going in one direction. After a few hours, it had become clear that he would get no work done so he changed and went to bed.

Sleep did not come easily and when it finally claimed him, it was far from restful. His mind wandered into a dream state and Uryu let out a moan. In his dream, he was laying in Byakuya's garden. The young lord was kissing his neck... The rest of his actions were lost on Uryu's lust fogged mind. He woke up with his body aching in need; he forced his mind to focus on his work until it was time for breakfast. He ate in silence, excusing himself as soon as he was done.

In his office, Byakuya was a little torn between being disappointed or relieved by the fact Uryu had not made a move. He was used to being fawned over due to who he was. So it was a twist to have someone in his life that seemed to see him as a person and not just a title.

Uryu's hands had been so gentle Byakuya found himself thinking about the way they had unconsciously stroked his body as the young tailor had taken his measurements.

Byakuya blinked, he had expected at least a little more interaction from Uryu, and had not intended to leave the workshop as soon as the measurements were done, but he was far too busy to deal with him now.