Shorter.
Character development and smut because I was bored. I warned ya.
Thanks for stayin around. Thanks even more if you stay after this shitty chapter.
It's going to be kinda... choppy. Things will connect eventually.

Enjoi.

Gotei Ch2.

Urahara licked his lips in delight at the sight in front of him. He grabbed his aching erection and gave it a few strokes before moving to the treat in front of him. He inspected closely. There were love bites, not his, scattered across the boys chest and on the inside of his thighs. He was sure that if he took a look at his back he'd find a few harsh bites there. The boy had told him how one of the others liked to be violent, and rough, and would only ever take him from behind. Not at all like himself. He loved to look into the boy's eyes as he screamed and moaned his name. He loved to watch his face as he came. He ran his hand over the boy's chest managing to glide over a pert nipple and causing the young boy to shiver.

He grabbed a hold of the boy's leaking erection and began to rub theirs together. The boy let out a gasp and snapped his eyes shut. Urahara grinned before letting out a low moan of his own. He leaned down and ran his tongue around the boy's nipple before sucking it into his mouth. He pulled at it gently before sucking harshly. The boy moaned.

"Mm, ahn~ Kisu," Ichigo moaned out. He grabbed the hand his sensei wasn't using to rub their dicks together and sucked three of his fingers into his mouth. Kisuke grinned. He switched nipples and when he felt his fingers were wet enough removed them from Ichigo's mouth and moved them to his hole. He let go of their erections and slid his hand down to hold Ichigo's legs open wider. He kissed him hotly on the mouth as he inserted one finger inside of him.

Any sounds that Ichigo would have made as Kisuke inserted the second finger inside of him and began thrusting them in and out were swallowed by his kiss. Their tongues battled and wrapped around each other in a familiar dance. When Urahara went to insert another finger into Ichigo he was stopped. Ichigo separated their mouths to pant out "Now. Fuck me now." Urahara groaned. God he was sexy.

Urahara leaned back up and took hold of his now weeping erection and lined it up with Ichigo's entrance. His gaze flicked back and forth from Ichigo's face to watching himself be devoured slowly by Ichigo's body. Ichigo let out a load moan and Kisuke became enraptured in his face. His eyes were open and glazed over in pleasure in pain. His face was flushed crimson. Once fully sheathed inside of him Urahara waited for him to adjust. He ran his down Ichigo's sides and watched as he squirmed and let out a light "Ah" as he felt the length inside of him. He was amazed as usual by how tight Ichigo was.

His began slowly. He rocked gently in and out of Ichigo. He withdrew until only his head was still inside of him and then slowly moved back in. Ichigo groaned low and pulled Kisuke down by his neck and passionately kissed him. He moaned openly into his mouth. Urahara grinned against his lips. He loved the noises this boy made.

He started snapping his hips into Ichigo and Ichigo began moaning consistently. Urahara leaned back to watch Ichigo's face. He was in bliss. Urahara loved being able to put him there. He could feel himself getting close. He began to pound deep and hard into Ichigo who cried out in pleasure. "Touch me, Kisuke!" He shouted. Kisuke groaned deeply in his throat at his name on the boy's lips. He grabbed hold of the boy and stroked him in time to his thrusts.

"Ahhhh~ Kisu, I'm gunna~!" Ichigo shouted as he came over Urahara's hand and his own stomach. Kisuke pumped a few more times before pulling out an coming all over Ichigo's stomach and moaning his name. Sated, Ichigo smiled up at Urahara hazily. Urahara smirked deviously at him before licking his hand clean and then proceeding to do the same to Ichigo's stomach. He laughed silently to himself as Ichigo squirmed under the movements of his tongue but watched his every movement. Ichigo's face was neon crimson.

Urahara smiled as he finished. Ichigo entwined his fingers with the older mans and pulled him down for a light kiss. Urahara moved to lie at Ichigo's side. As soon as he did Ichigo curled into him, wrapping his arms around Urahara's lean torso and cuddling his head into his chest. He wrapped one arm around the boy's waist and another wrapped his shoulders. His hand curled in the boy's soft orange locks.

As usual the boy fell nearly immediately asleep. Urahara covered them both with his comforter and shut his eyes, dropping a kiss on the boy's forehead.

Kisuke could remember the time that their agreement had been made.

The door to his room opened slowly after a light knock. The final bell had rung at least ten minutes ago. Kisuke looked up expecting to see the one of his fellow educators but instead he saw one of his favorite students. His orange hair was wild, like he had been running his hands through it. Ichigo was brilliant, Kisuke knew. He had an insane grasp on all of the concepts that Urahara had been throwing at him over the past two years. He'd even helped him work out some of the kinks in the projects he planned for the students.

"Uh, hey Sensei, can I talk to you?" He'd asked, already setting his school bag on the long desk in the front of his classroom.

Urahara grinned creepily at him. "Are you suuure you want to be all alone with me Ichigo? The school is alllmost deserted." Ichigo wasn't unnerved. But he didn't roll his eyes like he normally did either. He smirked at Urahara instead, which immediately sparked his interest in why exactly the boy was there in the first place.

"Sounds good to me." Ichigo had told him. Urahara lifted his eyebrows at his student who was now looking at him seductively. Ichigo approached him then.

"What exactly was it you needed to talk about, Ichigo?" He asked with a falsely innocent curiosity. He had an idea what the boy wanted. When he turned away to gaze at the grade book he'd been working on before the boy walked in he was almost positive.

"I want to work out a deal." Ichigo said straightforward.

Kisuke hummed in his throat. "Oo, what kind of deal?" Kisuke asked with an evil grin hidden behind the fan he had just snapped open. He couldn't even fake innocence. This was something he had fantasized about for a while. Spending long nights working with a sexy little fox like Ichigo could do that to do.

Ichigo could see this easily going his way. "Urahara," Ichigo dared say, "you know I'm smart. You know I understand everything in this class. I've gotten above a 95 or above on all of your tests." He paused and let out a small smile. "But we both know I'm lazy."

Kisuke laughed at his audacity and at the truth behind his words. "This is very true. Now what is it that you want?" He popped that evil grin again as he pierced Ichigo with his green eyes. "And what is it you're offering in return?"

Ichigo wasn't shy. He never had been. He moved forward and placed a hand on Kisuke's chest. He looked Kisuke straight in the eye before moving quickly to place a searing kiss on his lips. Kisuke was having none of that and pulled the boy forward. He bit lightly on the boy's lip and their tongues twined. "I want an A, provided I keep it up with tests."

"And in return I receive…?" Urahara trailed off, a sparkle in his eyes. He knew the boy had made this offer to someone before him and would make it to someone after him.

"My mouth, whenever you want it." Ichigo said with a smirk. He ran his tongue over his top lip seductively.

Urahara was disappointed. He wanted more. His lips dropped into a small pout behind his fan but his eyes sparkled mischievously. "You know Ichigo, A's cost a little more than a few blowjobs. That could get you a B…" Urahara trailed off nonchalantly.

"My body." Ichigo replied easily, grin in place. He knew that Urahara was teasing him. Ichigo wouldn't have even given Urahara the offer if he hadn't already thought about going a round or two or twenty with the attractive man with the platinum hair, devilish smile, and soul piercing eyes. He could easily handle getting an A and dealing with homework without having to fuck his teacher, but this way he got to have fun and be lazy.

"It's a deal." Urahara had said. He grinned up at the boy and Ichigo had grinned at him.

Urahara grinned at the memory. Ichigo was a little spit fire. And he hadn't been expecting at all what he would be getting from Urahara.

Ichigo had come for their first session. Urahara had pointed to the bedroom and said he'd be right there. When he'd come in Ichigo was already strippe d and on his hands and knees. Urahara had tsk'd him. "Roll over." He'd instructed.

Ichigo's face looked surprised when he rolled and he answered, "Yes Sensei." Urahara shook his head, frustrated.

"No." He said simply. His button up shirt hung open and the top button of his pants were already undone. He crawled up Ichigo's body, moving between his legs. He kissed his way up Ichigo's torso. His hands were planted next to Ichigo's slim hips. He kissed up the side of his neck and caught the look of confusion on his face. He kissed below his ear and released a hot breath. He felt Ichigo shiver pleasantly. "You won't call me Sensei. Not here." He shifted his weight to one arm and moved to look into Ichigo's eyes. He softly ran his fingertips across the side of Ichigo's face and down his jaw line. He kissed him lightly. "You're my lover here. You'll call me Urahara or Kisuke." He kissed Ichigo again, this time passionately.

Ichigo responded wonderfully, wrapping his arms around Kisuke's neck and throwing it all into the kiss.

Kisuke remembered that night was long and wonderful, full of exploration and pleasure. He smiled. The boy learned quickly that he would be treated like a lover. He'd learned that night that Kisuke loved post-coital cuddling; he loved to give. He learned Kisuke hated when their deal was brought up during their sessions; he hated when Ichigo tried to leave before morning rose and without saying goodbye.

Warm whiskey brown eyes blinked open beneath him and looked up at him. "What the hell are you doing still awake?" Ichigo murmured, starting to blink the sleep out of his eyes.

"Thinking about you." Urahara answered honestly, brushing a piece of Ichigo's hair out of his face.

"Don't waste your time thinking about me Old Man. Go the fuck asleep." He murmured in false anger. He cuddled closer into Urahara's chest.

Urahara laughed softly to himself before wrapping his arms tighter around Ichigo and letting himself drift off to sleep.

...

Urahara walked around the classroom, watching as his students worked to construct the device he'd taught them about yesterday. He always allowed them the chance to build whatever device he'd made without his explicit instruction first. If they could they would get 50 extra bonus points and be excused from class until the next lesson. Many of the students were confused and had no idea, but all of them attempted. They talked and worked in groups and he would look over their shoulders. Smalls 'tsk's or 'mhmm's being the only responses he gave to how they were doing.

He walked by Ikkaku Madarame and rolled his eyes before harshly tsking at the mess he had created in front of him. Ikkaku hearing this groaned, and started to take apart everything he had done thus far. It was unusual for any of the students to perfect the devices before he gave instructions but he'd always thought it was part of the learning process to let them try it out first.

He walked by a certain blonde who had fallen asleep on his work desk. His arms were folded beneath his head and he snored lightly, just loud enough to be heard if you were right next to him. Kisuke allowed a small smile at how cute the blonde was. For a moment he let his eyes rove down the boy's form: from his slender but commanding shoulders, his lean long torso, his nice ass, his mile long muscular and thin legs. Back to his hair, his gorgeous blonde hair. Urahara missed when Shinji had had his long hair. It had fallen straight down his back and surrounded him beautifully. He'd always wanted to twirl his fingers in it and regretted constantly that he didn't have the chance.

He finally jabbed his fan into his student's back. Shinji swatted at him and cursed. "Fuck you Old Man." He'd said calmly. Urahara noted he'd been spending too much time around Ichigo.

"Are you not even going to try Hirako-san?" He asked and then adding all the false hurt he could into his voice said, "It wounds me that you find my class not worth staying awake during,"

"Oh shut up." Shinji, now fully awake stretched his arms above his head. He let out a loud yawn before clicking the button on the device he held in his hand. A translucent purplish barrier surrounded them. Urahara took note of the fact that its diameter was at least fifteen feet larger than his. "I gave it a little bit extra," Shinji explained. "This mean I'm good until next lesson?"

Urahara felt the urge to tell him no—to tell him that it wasn't exactly what he'd made so it wasn't good enough—then he remembered he wasn't a child and grinned at the blonde.

"I know you're very much in a rush to leave Hirako-san, so yes." He paused, looking considering at Shinji. "But you could stay and help the other students. Or you could stay and show me how exactly you enlarged the diameter," He saw the refusal brewing in Shinji's eyes and added a, "ten extra credit, either way."

Shinji turned his head to scan the room, but also caught the slight hopeful gleam in his Sensei's eyes. "I've got nothing to do, but I'm sure as hell not helping these idiots." Shinji told the man.

Urahara's eyes smiled at him above his now open fan. "Well well. Sociable as usual, Hirako-san!" he chirped happily. Shinji rolled his eyes and stood, then followed the man to his long work desk.

Toldja. Short.
R&R.

[Oh and since I'm sure some of you are like, wtf, Ichi's a douche. I'll do some Ichi-centric next Chap.]

kthxbai -HS