A/N: WARNING! HERE THERE BE SMUT...like...the whole dang thing. XD
'I remember you. Back then, hidden behind your mask, all good upstanding morals and warm smiles. You were soft as silk, smelling of fine miso and home-cooked spices. I never even once considered that you would have an interest in me, and yet…you did.' Urahara Kisuke inhaled deeply, lost in his thoughts and memories. The pipe he held glowed in the dark room briefly, and the smoke, when he exhaled caught the moonlight from the window. He repeated the process, at the same time drawing a hand over a page of delicate calligraphy many years old. In the darkness he couldn't read it, but he knew what it said like he knew his own name. His thoughts wandered back, long into the past, before the Quincy's revenge, before the rise of the half-Shinigami creatures known as Arrancar, before a young boy suffered a tragedy that would set him on the path to greatness, before even the creation of the half-Hollow group called Visored, long before all of these things, and back to a night very similar to this one.
The moon hung fat and bright in the sky, wispy clouds dancing across its face like the lace veils of the Middle Eastern belly dancers. The wind was cool but gentle, carrying the sounds of crickets and night-birds and tinted with the scents of the trees and flowers all around Seireitei. At this late hour only the drunks and the guards were out and about, except for one newly-promoted captain.
The golden light of his brand-new laboratory spilled out into the courtyard of his division. Though the other members were fast asleep, the captain was up to his elbows in hastily scribbled notes, whirling chemicals and computing electronics. He darted from one end of the lab to the other, carrying a vial here, a test tube there. Sometimes he paused to scribble another note. Sometimes he used his mouth to hold the brush, ignoring the potential for ink to stain his pale cheek. All the while though, he didn't notice he was being watched.
Another pass from chalkboard at one end to notebook at the other and the watcher grew tired of doing nothing. Just as the scientist turned to place another test tube over another burner, arms wrapped around his waist.
"It's late." A deep, velvet voice accompanied those arms, rumbling in his ear.
"Is it?" He asked, leaning slightly to the side to glance over his shoulder at the warm brown eyes framed with thick black spectacles. "I became distracted by an experiment or five." He smiled brightly.
Again the voice of his assailant rumbled next to his ear. "I know. When the moon rose above the tree tops I realized what must have happened to you." The hands connected to the arms around him splayed across his athletic torso, caressing the planes of muscle underneath his shihakusho. "Now, I have been quite patient in waiting for you to finish your work before coming to look for you, but I cannot be put off for much longer, Kissu."
"Aa, but I have so much that needs to be finished before I can retire for the night. Genius doesn't happen on its own, you know." He tried to laugh, but the presence of those wandering hands in combination with the warm breath on the junction of his neck and his shoulder had his breath hitching in his throat.
"Even genius must rest at some time." Lips of velvet caressed his skin.
He squirmed a bit, "Even if I left now, my mind would not be still. How could I sleep knowing that all of these experiments are waiting for me?"
The arms held him tighter, pulling him closer to the warm body behind him. Through the layers of his clothing he could feel that just being like this had a very positive effect on the man behind him. "I believe I have just the cure for a restless mind."
"Do you now? Well, then how am I to refuse such a generous offer after I have spurned you so badly tonight." He twisted in those arms so he could look into the amused eyes of his kidnapper. With a flick of his wrist behind him, the scientist shut the entire lab into 'overnight mode' dimming the lights and putting the computers into sleep mode. In the gathered shadows, his grey eyes sparkled with mischief. "Ravish me, So-so, I'm yours for the taking."
In a similar darkness, those same grey eyes blinked up at the moon, so round and heavy just like that night so long ago. Though they sparkled in this time frame too, it was with sorrow, not delight. Taking another puff of his pipe, Kisuke drew a slender hand up to cup his own cheek, feeling the decades lost sizzle of another's lips on his shadowed jawline. Unconsciously, he tilted his head to the side, as though the ghost that haunted his memory might take the invitation to dine upon the bared flesh.
He drew a shuddering breath, exhaling smoke like a dragon through nose and mouth, as he remembered the way that person had taken him away from himself, stilled his thoughts, and brought new clarity to a mind so often gummed up by inspiration. Gently calloused hands running over the dips and curves of his body, teeth held back from breaking the skin by just so much willpower, and those eyes…those chilling, soul-piercing eyes that even to this day could hold him spellbound.
'Did you know even then that as it was in the beginning it would be so in the end? Or were you just as caught up in the moment as I? You knew the way you played me, but did you plan to be repaid for that favor? I still hear your voice, and I still feel your touch.' His mind was running in circles again, much as it had that night so long ago. 'And where are you now, So-so, when I need that soul-freezing distraction you could always provide?' Once again lost in the depths of his memory, Kisuke felt the hands of his lover run along the sides of his arms.
Back in his brand-new quarters that were part of the perks of being a captain of the Gotei 13, So-so dove his hands into Kissu's shitagi. The haori and kosode lay in a crumpled heap on the ground near the door in two places. The scientist's hakama-himo quickly came untied, and the fabric of both shirt and pants fell open, leaving him with nothing but his straining fundoshi to cover the swell of his erection.
"So eager, Kissu." So-so purred in his ear, drawing a flexible palm over the cloth-covered bulge.
This elicited a gasp and a moan from the scientist, as his hips bucked forward into the touch unbidden. He bit his lip and tried to free his arms from beneath his lover's pinning grasp.
"Ah, ah, ah. You specifically instructed me to ravish you. I can't do that if you participate." A hot tongue ran along the outer shell of his ear, and the breath of the next sentence chilled his spine in pleasurable shivers, "Or do I need to tie you up again?" This was accompanied by yet another brush of skillful fingers over straining cloth, causing a chain reaction of moan and blossoming wetness from the tip of his manhood. So-so chuckled, "Does the idea of being at my mercy get you that excited, Kissu?"
"Ngh. S-so…what if it does?" He was panting slightly, more frozen in words by the feeling of ice across his skin in all directions. "S-such a contradiction, So-so…"
"Hm? What is?" Another dance along the trail of blonde hair between his navel and the edge of his underwear had him catching his breath.
He panted for a moment, "You are always so cold to touch, but so warm to see."
The velvety voice of his lover rumbled in another self-satisfied chuckle. "I am much, much more than meets the eye, Kissu. You know that."
"Mmm…oh yes, So-so." He was thrusting lightly against the hand that was held just too far away from his erection to really do any good. "Ah…ngh…Oh…So-so…t-tie…tie me up…I wanna feel you…ngh…all over."
"As you wish, Kissu." The presence of his lover was withdrawn, but Kisuke found himself unable to move anyway; leaning back on his hands; his knees bent, lower legs splayed to either side; his clothes disheveled, his hair rumpled, and his pelvis wide for all the world to see just how thoroughly aroused his lover had made him in the few minutes since they'd arrived.
Moments later the world was plunged into darkness as a cloth was drawn over the scientist captain's eyes. "Ah! So-so?!" The cloth was moved so he could see again, at least for the moment. "B-blindfold?"
"Last time you said you couldn't stand to look at my face when I tied you up. Has that changed?" His lover had removed his glasses and pushed his bangs out of his face, highlighting the sharp angle of his brow-line and dark fan of his lashes over the melted dark chocolate of his eyes. The simmering orbs held a cold distance that was normally muted by the lenses of his spectacles.
Involuntarily Kisuke shuddered, "No. You're right. You always look so harsh and foreboding like that." He couldn't quite keep the shiver out of his words as So-so replaced the blindfold, tying it firmly against the back of his head.
Next came the fabric around his wrists, bound so that he would have to hold his elbows with the opposite hand, and finally his legs, calves touching thighs, his heels pressed against the lower curve of his buttocks. By now his was on his back, and the underwear removed. The cool night air calmed the strain in his manhood ever so slightly, but only enough to combat the burn created by the vulnerable position.
Heat over him told him that his lover was leaning down, and the velvet voice was mere inches from his face when it spoke again, "You adore being at my mercy, don't you, Kissu? It drives you wild knowing that I have absolute power over every aspect of your body right now."
All he could do was nod, his back arching to try and capture some of the façade of heat the body above him gave off. So-so's words were cold, his hands colder, but the center of his being, from his collar bones to his pelvis, was hot, hotter than anything Kisuke could stand. But oh, how the scientist craved it.
Faint touches, delicate breaths, and the hovering of that ever tantalizing heat just outside of his reach had the scientist squirming and whimpering in need before his lover had even made it back down to his happy trail from his ear. Between his legs, his cock drooled, and his hips twitched, trying to hump the air. Being restrained as he was only added to the frustration building in his groin.
"Ngh, So-so, p-please!" He begged, once again arcing to try and capture a deeper touch.
Lips pressed to the inside of his thigh, "Mm, since you asked so nicely, Kissu." Hands gripped his hips, and thumbs pressed just-this-side-of-painful circles into his pelvic bones. A trail of freezing kisses brought breath that was like mint and cinnamon at once dancing across his weeping manhood. For a moment, Kisuke thought he was actually going to receive those velvet lips around his most sensitive place, but nimble fingers dashed those hopes. A few short strokes was all he received, as he was milked of pre-come for lubrication.
His lover wanted as little to do with actually putting his hands on his private areas as possible but this part they both knew was necessary to move into the stage So-so enjoyed most. A single finger, slicked with his secretions, teased the pucker of his backside, pressing gently, almost hesitating, at the ring of muscle before dipping inside one knuckle at a time. Again, all he received were a few strokes before a second finger was added, scissoring gently to stretch his opening. A third entered before all three found his prostate. His body spasmed around the hand, and were it not for both his bindings and the other hand on his hip he may very well have bucked away from his lover's ministrations. Several more thrusts against the bundle of nerves within him had him able to ride through the bolt of pleasure with a more refined reaction.
He moaned out loud when the fingers were removed, and his rear winked spastically as he waited to be filled again. The anticipation turned the burn in his pelvis into a coil of fire in his belly, and he whimpered, hitching his hips, while So-so leered down at him, deliberately making him wait.
It felt like forever but a few moments later his erection was stroked again, gathering more pre-come on the talented hand that touched him. It was withdrawn and a fraction of a second after he felt the press of the blunt end of the glans of So-so's penis against his stretched entrance. He tried to grind his hips down onto that thick shaft, but strong hands held him down.
No words or even sounds came from his lover now. The only thing he heard was his own labored breathing and needy noises. The lava in his veins sped past his ears, anyway, on its dedicated trip to his groin. Consequently this meant that every previously cold touch was now so cold it froze his nerve endings, adding to the burn spread out across his body.
His fingers clenched his elbows where they were tucked behind his back as So-so pressed into him, inch by agonizing inch. Every breath ended in a moan and began in a gasp, as his body rushed to accommodate his lover's length. Without waiting for him to adjust, So-so began to thrust into him, holding his hips. Now, every breath was more a squeak than a moan, and his own erection bobbed between them, only stimulated when it brushed against his stomach. It was still enough to drive him higher and higher towards one of the mind-numbing climaxes that only So-so could provide.
He didn't know how long he was held in that semi-satisfied state while his lover thrust into him at ever increasing speeds, but he could feel the coil of fire in his belly grow tighter and tighter as his climax approached.
"Ngh! So-s-so, 'm gonna…ngh! Ah…p-puh-please…I gotta…" He had his head thrown back into the pillows of his futon, arching his back and trying to get as much contact with his tortured member as possible.
"Hm." Was all his lover said, but the angle of his thrusts shifted ever so slightly, becoming harder, deeper but slower and more deliberate. He could feel his scrotum tighten in anticipation, and a growling sort of noise came from his lover as in one—two—three more thrusts So-so ripped himself from the depths of Kisuke's behind. Ropes of thick, white spunk coated his belly and chest as his lover came. A shaky hand used the leavings of his lover's orgasm to stroke along his neglected dick. It didn't take long, only a few strokes, and his own climax pulled matching spurts of white cream out and down over the thumb of that hand.
He panted harshly, the splatters of semen rapidly cooling in the pre-dawn air. He found the knots of his bindings untied, and though he still hadn't removed the blindfold, he already knew without a doubt that he was alone. So-so was amazing at the tease and the hunt, but after the prize was claimed, he always disappeared like the morning dew.
Back in the present, Kisuke drew a hand over his stomach, as though wiping away traces of a climax that had been in his memory. The sky in the East was getting brighter marginally, and the moon had turned her face into her pillow to sleep for the day. His pipe had long since gone out, but he held it anyway. He blinked a few times, trying to clear sleep from his eyes, not noticing the figure shift across the floor behind him.
"You were up all night again, Kissu." A soft baritone murmured in his ear as long, bare, sinewy arms reached around his shoulders.
He made a noncommittal noise, but reached up with the hand that didn't hold his pipe to run his fingers across the bronzed skin.
"Thinking about him again?" The voice asked, and the captain-turned-shopkeeper nodded. A warm nose buried itself into his hair behind his ear. Velvet lips whispered against his skin, "I think I can calm your restless mind." He shivered involuntarily, but leaned back against the figure, as the voice spoke for a third time, "And I'm nothing like him."
"No, you're not." He shifted, and smiled at his lover. "Ravish me. I'm yours for the taking."
He received a devious smile in return and long-boned hands guided him to lay back against the futon. Warm, welcoming kisses drew him even further away from his memories, as those same hands pushed the layers of clothing away from his body. The velvet lips cantered across his jawline, down his throat and torso, pausing only to nibble at the places his lover knew were sensitive. His hakama were pulled aside, down to pool around his knees and his lover positioned himself between Kisuke's legs. Unconsciously, the shopkeeper drew his heels up to touch his behind, and hot breath danced across the sensitive flesh of his already aching erection.
He tucked his hands under the pillow behind his head, gripping the opposite wrist, and closed his eyes, his breath beginning to come in shorter gasps. Then he let out a long, loud moan, and the thought crossed his mind, 'Nope, nothing like him, Berry-kun' as that sinful, teasing mouth wrapped itself around him, enveloping his most sensitive area in pure molten lava.
A/N: OMG! I wrote Aizen/Urahara! XD I SWEAR I NEVER PLANNED THIS! However! I threw a little Urahara/Ichi on the end to make up for it. Tell me, does this have the potential to be continued? Cuz KisIchi is a pairing that's been tickling at my mind for a while. Anyways, this was inspired by a dounjinshi on a site I was linked to by Lunar Tokala. It's called Blindfold Fiend and is very well done, if a little skimpy on the details of the actual love-making. Ah well, ja ne, minna!