A/N: Get ready for some Grimmjoy/Kisuke smexy times in this chapter! ;) Also: The plot thickens...well not really...but it will happen soon! Promise!
"Boss! It's Ikkaku! He got into a round with a few from Desalmado!" Hisagi yelled, foregoing any knocking and stumbling into Urahara's office.
Kisuke immediately sat up from his chair.
"Get him to Mayuri's place – quick." He ordered, taking his Jacket from Ichigo as he held it out to him in offering.
"Yes, sir! We have already done so, he is currently being patched up!"
"Good job. Shiba, you're driving me there. Hisagi, you're coming too. Leave this place in Akon's hand while we are gone."
"Yes, sir!" They responded simultaneously.
Ichigo tried keeping his eyes on the route as he drove as fast as the speed limit allowed them to. But his eyes strayed to his rear mirror ever so often – taking in the elegant view his boss made. Wearing a black suit and green checked vest with his feet crossed at the ankles; his usual messy ash-blond hair falling into his face. It was an open secret that the man was very attractive. As could be seen by his many conquests.
"Eyes on the road, Shiba." Kisuke drawled bored.
"Yes, sir."
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They arrived at a small clinic, the entrance to it reading 'Kurotsuchi' in broken letters. Ascending a small stair case, they stepped inside and took the first door to their right. Before them lay a small room with a low bench and a medical cabinet on the wall to the right.
"Ahh Ikkaku! My lost subordinate! What did they do to you?" Kisuke cried theatrically turning to a bald man sitting on a chair and getting fixed up by a pale skinned doctor. Before the man could answer Kisuke had already lifted his foot and kicked him off the chair.
"Ohh you poor, poor subordinate of mine!" He said, kicking him once more, while the man was lying on the floor groaning.
"Ohh no, now my shoe is dirty. That's your fault you know." Kisuke said, kicking him straight in the face.
"If you keep that up even I won't be able to fix him again." The doctor – Kurotsuchi, apparently - informed him.
Kisuke took aim once more before stepping back.
With several bruises and a swollen face, the man took his seat on the chair again.
"Ahh ~ I can't believe what those Desalmado bastards did to my lovely subordinate! Just look at his face!" Kisuke said, flailing his arms.
"Most of that is your fault. He was almost fixed when you came in here." Kurotsuchi remarked drily.
"Hmm, yes, I have to wonder, Ikkaku. What were you thinking getting into a fight with members of Desalmado?" Kisuke asked, intelligent eyes staring Ikkaku into the ground.
"They were pestering some of our girls and refusing to pay, I told them to leave and…it escalated from there." Ikkaku told, his words slightly muffled through his swollen lip.
"Shiba, Hisagi. Wait outside." Kisuke ordered, leaving no room for argument. They as they were told and stood waiting outside the door for about 10 minutes until it opened once again.
"We'll be taking our leave." Urahara informed them, hovering between the threshold as he was called back by the doctor.
"I'll charge you double this time, Urahara. I have to fix him up twice now." Kurotsuchi told him, throwing a glare at the man.
"Aww come on, Mayuri. Can't you give an old friend a discount?" Kisuke asked him, putting on a fake cheerful smile.
"Not friends. Leave before I inject you with something poisonous." Mayuri waved them away.
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They got back to the office quicker than anticipated. The second they stepped through the door however Abarai came rushing towards them.
"Boss! Desalmado Group Leader Grimmjow Jaegerjaque is here!" He told Kisuke in a loud whisper, pointing towards Kisuke's office.
"I sat him down there and gave him some tea-." He explained.
"Why didn't you call?" Kisuke interrupted.
"We-we tried sir, but I think our calls didn't go through…" Renji stuttered an explanation.
"I want that issue fixed, calls not getting through could cost people their lives. Understood?" He snapped, waving Hisagi and Ichigo to follow him.
"Yes, sir! We'll be taking care of it immediately."
Kisuke ignored him in favor of making his way towards his office, his subordinates in tow.
"Jaegerjaque." Kisuke greeted Grimmjow with a sharp smile, letting himself sink onto the sofa. Hisagi and Ichigo took their stances behind him.
"Urahara." Grimmjow growled back.
He was leaning deeply into his chair, feet crossed. Wearing a slightly fading but no doubt expensive leather jacket, his glaring blue hair slicked back from his face with only a few strands falling over his nose.
Two guards were positioned behind him, one a tall black-haired guy who was wearing an eyepatch, the other about half the size of the first with a blank expression on his face, his green eyes dully staring ahead of him.
"How can I help you today?" Kisuke asked, spreading his hands apart in a welcoming gesture.
"Don' bother playin' your games, Urahara." Grimmjow bit out. "One of yer men attacked mine. Can't hav' that. We're all workin' for the same boss, sure as hell Shihoin-sama wouldn't want her underlings fighin' among themselves."
"Hmm yes, quite true. She can be quite the…hellion if she doesn't get her way…" Kisuke mumbled.
Jaegerjaque snorted. "That's one way o' puttin' it. She'll have both of our heads if we don' resolve this."
Kisuke sighed and leaned back. "Yes, yes…Now what will you have us do?"
"Hah?! Your fuckin' man needs ta apologize! He was th' one ta start the trouble!" Grimmjow, exclaimed leaning forward and glaring at Kisuke.
"Hmm, is that so? From what my man told me it seems like your men were getting a little too friendly with some of our girls. When he asked them to leave he was attacked by them. Got anything to say about that?" He was inspecting his nails as he was speaking, kicking his crossed legs slightly and drawling his words in boredom.
"So, what if they spent a lil' more time with th' girls. Isn't like it's a crime to hog your favorite for a lil longer." Grimmjow bit out.
"We're not running a brothel, Jaegerjaque. Our girls only offer their company. So, if your men want to spend some more private time with their favorites they'll have to do so privately. Having them there at all is bad for our business. I wonder what Shihoin-sama would say about some of your group infringing on another's territory and taking away business - you know, paying customers. Speaking about payments! Your little flying monkeys owe us 100,000 Yen!"
Grimmjow gritted his teeth and leaned forward. "Are ya fuckin' threatenin' me, ya crazy bastard?!"
"Why, yes that's exactly what I'm doing." Kisuke answered, bright grin in place.
Grimmjow lurched forward and took a hold of his collar, yanking him into his face.
"Ya fuckin'-!"
Ichigo stepped forward and got between them.
"Unhand him." He said, grabbing one of Grimmjow's arms and squeezing in threat.
"Let go, Shiba." Kisuke drawled. Ichigo hesitantly did as he was told, stepping back to his former place. "Hmm…how about it Grimmjow? It's been a while since I've had a decent fuck, you know? And seeing you all worked up like this…Angry sex is quite therapeutic."
Urahara's words made Ichigo startle and take a step forward again. Besides Hisagi no one seemed to have noticed his surprise. The black-haired man caught his eyes and shook his head ever so slightly. Uncomfortable yet not about to interrupt his boss Ichigo took his former place once again.
"What the fuck? Ya can't fuckin' mean that!? Ya were threatenin' me not a minute ago!" Grimmjow yelled.
"Ohh yes I know, aren't you mad at me? Want to punish me maybe?" Urahara purred.
"Ya fuckin' slut!" Jaegerjaque spat but it was obvious that the words were getting to him, a bright red blush had spread over his cheeks and ears and his pupils had dilated minutely.
"Hmm yes!" Kisuke mumbled, pressing himself closer to Grimmjow. "You're quite good at dirty talking!"
"Fuckin'-! Schiffer, Nnoitra! Wait outside!" Grimmjow barked, his two henchmen did as they were told and quickly shuffled out.
"Same for you, Hisagi, Shiba. Make yourselves scarce. Ohh, but Shiba? I want you to stand guard at the door! Don't let anybody in!" Kisuke ordered, a perverted grin slowly spreading over his face.
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To say Ichigo was pissed was a heavy understatement.
He could hear the faint sounds of their moaning and the sound of flesh hitting flesh even through the closed door. He gritted his teeth and dug his fingernails into his hand.
Breath in, breath out. Carpe diem and all that.
"Good luck." Hisagi had said, patting him on the shoulder once before evacuating the immediate area leading to the office as fast as possible. The other men were all pretending to be deaf it seemed, most of them avoiding Ichigo and the door behind him like the plague.
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"Mmm haahh fuck yeah there ahh harder-!" Kisuke moaned, splayed out over the couch, his pants lying on the floor next to them and his shirt dragged all the way up to his arms – trapping them and effectively tying him down.
Grimmjow growled lowly as he once again slammed into Kisuke, making the other man's back arch as he hit the perfect spot inside of him.
"Harder! Fuck, yes! Grimmjow…haahh ahh ngh there-harder-please!" Kisuke moaned, his head falling to the side and heavy pants spilling from his mouth.
"Ya're such a fuckin' whore! Ya damn pervert! Ya like this, huh? Like my cock-ngh-slammin' right inside of ya?" Grimmjow panted into his ear, biting his way down his neck and sucking at his collarbone harshly.
"Love it! Hhagn, yes-ohh-fuck! Ah shit-fuck, like that! Yes! Ahhh!" Kisuke yelled, bucking his hips wildly against Grimmjow's as the other continued to piston in and out of him without stopping. His thrusts seemed to become harder and faster the longer it went on.
"Ahh shit, yar ass is clampin' down so hard! Fuck were ya always this tight?"
"Nnn ahh, I-I ahh I haven't done it in a while so-ahh ahh, yes please there, I'm almost there!" Kisuke groaned. Sneering down on Kisuke, Grimmjow took a hold of his legs and bend them towards Kisukes chest.
"Better hol' on, pretty boy. I'm gonna give ya the ride of yar fuckin' life!" He grinned before drawing out almost completely and slamming back inside with one brutal thrust.
"Ahh yes, yes fuck! Yeah! Coming! Coming!" Kisuke yelled, his arms staining against their confinement and legs trembling as Grimmjow slammed into him – once – twice more before coming inside of Kisuke. Tipping the other man over the edge and making him descent into his own orgasm.
"Ahhh~" Kisuke moaned, feeling the other man slip out of him slowly.
"Tch." Grimmjow made and ripped Kisukes shirt away, freeing him effectively.
"Ohh, why thank you! Such a gentleman!" Kisuke chirped happily, his voice still breathless but as annoyingly cheerful as always.
"Shut the fuck up! I'll be leavin'." Grimmjow grumbled.
"Hmm, yes. And don't forget to pay for your men's expenses! I'll be awaiting your check!" Kisuke sang, waving Grimmjow away.
"Fucker!" Grimmjow growled, stomping his way towards the door and ripping it open.
"Move!" He snapped at Ichigo, brushing past him harshly on his way out, his two companions following him wordlessly. Ichigo absentmindedly wondered where they had been for the time Urahara and their boss had…gotten busy.
"Shiba!" He heard a familiar voice call him.
"Yes, Boss?" Ichigo asked, stepping inside the office despite himself.
The sight that greeted him made his half-hard cock stand to attention immediately. His boss was splayed out over the couch, completely naked, body covered in quickly reddening hickeys. His legs were spread and Ichigo could see the come drizzling out of him slowly.
"Bring me some new clothes, will you? There should be a back-up suit in one of the storage rooms downstairs. Ohh and get me a towel or something!" Kisuke said, sitting up slowly and groaning.
"Anything else?" Ichigo asked, his words colored by annoyance at the fact that he seemed to have become an errant boy and the equivalent of a 'sock on the doorknob'.
"Hmm? No, nothing at the moment-Ahh!" Kisuke interrupted himself, staring straight at Ichigo.
"My, my, Shiba. It seems like you're having a not so small problem…" Kisuke drawled, eyeing Ichigo from head to toe. "Do you like me that much?" He asked, gesturing towards Ichigo's crotch.
"No." Ichigo responded flatly.
"Hmm what a terrible liar you are." Kisuke hummed, mischief in his eyes. "Really now, with your body like that, do you really think you can lie to me?"
He sounded way to smug for Ichigo's liking.
"It wasn't you." Ichigo bit out finally.
"Hmm?" Kisuke made, tilting his head in confusing.
"The blue-haired one. What's his name? He's quite hot I have to say." Ichigo said, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he spoke. A brilliant idea. Kisuke hadn't been the only person having sex. Ichigo had heard the other man just as much as he had Kisuke. And it wasn't like the Desalmado leader wasn't attractive.
"Ohh?" Kisuke asked, getting up slowly from his perch on the couch. "So that's your type?"
"Yes." Ichigo lied through gritted teeth, his head held high as he watched his Boss.
Kisuke stepped closer slowly, his naked feet almost silent on the wooden floor and his body displayed in the cold linoleum light unashamedly. He didn't even attempt to cover himself.
He stopped but a foot in front of Ichigo.
The Shiba heir refused to back down, meeting Kisukes gaze levelly.
Once again with faster reflexes than Ichigo had assumed, the older man grabbed a hold of his collar and pulled him downwards.
Their kiss this time was just as hard and brutal as the first. Kisuke was pressing the line of his body against Ichigo's, rubbing his tight slowly against Ichigo's erection. Long pale fingers were tangling in orange locks, tugging at them pleasantly as Kisuke deepened their kiss even more. A low moan escaped Ichigo.
Almost immediately Kisuke released him. Standing on his tiptoes he pressed a kiss to his nose before drawing back completely.
"Liar~" He sung and sauntered back over to the couch.
Ichigo didn't stick around for much longer, opting to evacuate the area as soon as possible and run the errands his boss had tasked him with. Anything to escape the man's proximity.
While he was frantically ruffling through the storage room he halted in his movements for a second. Reaching out with his right hand he gripped his shirt right above his heart.
It's uneven hammering was still as loud and persistent as before.
This wasn't good.