Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo. That lucky, lucky bastard. (Just kidding, I love you, Kubo) Though, I think I could find a much better use for several of his characters.
"What's takin' so long, jer-, Captain?" Hiyori Sarugaki whined, pulling at Kisuke's sleeve impatiently. "I wanna go look at the shops!"
Kisuke Urahara smiled down at her dotingly; she was, after all, very much still a child. He pat her head and reached into his haori pulling a tiny golden wrapper from his pocket and tossing it to her with a laugh. "Go on ahead; I'm still looking at these…"
"Flowers are lame." Hiyori grumbled, peeling the wrapper off the candy and popping it into her mouth. "I can guarantee that Sasakibe-fukutaicho doesn't want flowers."
"Oh, I don't know." Kisuke answered melodiously. "He seems to have refined tastes."
"I bought him teacups, the western kind." Hiyori replied, lazily leaning against the kiosk of flowers, crunching the candy between her teeth. "Why's he having a party anyway? Ain't he too old for parties? I pegged him as the shy type…"
"It's an officer party, so he has no choice but to throw it. All seated officers will be attending. It's only proper etiquette to bring a host gift," Kisuke explained as he picked up a bouquet of peculiar looking white flowers. "I'll take these."
"Ah, good choice, Sir Captain." The florist cooed happily. "These's Edelweiss."
"Don't you water them? They look dead." Hiyori muttered depreciatively. She eyed the unpleasant white flowers, scrunching her nose at the unusual yellow bulbs adorning the center.
"These's just ugly, Madame Lieutenant." The florist replied softly, wrapping the flowers in white paper before handing them to Kisuke. "But I suppose Sir Captain, here, knows 'bout flowers, if he picked 'em."
"Hanakotoba, the language of flowers…" Hiyori sighed dreamily, imagining the Fifth Division's Captain. "My Captain isn't into that sorta thing."
"I'm afraid she is correct." Kisuke laughed, handing the florist a banknote, before refusing to take the change. "I simply picked them since they reminded me of the man they're for."
"White haired and odd looking?" Hiyori snickered.
"No," Kisuke said with a grin. "Durable but constantly overlooked, one might say, criminally underappreciated."
"Courageous 'n powerful," the florist answered, finally giving in and tucking the extra money into the register. "Edelweiss's be that."
"Then it's perfect for Sasakibe-san, thank you." Kisuke answered with a small bow and a smile.
Kisuke cradled the flowers into the protective nook of his arm and followed Hiyori as she zipped from one shop to the next. "Mind the time, now, Sarugaki-san."
"Okay, I just want to get a little something, then I'm done."
…..
"Host gift? Huh? Never heard of such a thing." Kensei Mugurama snapped, folding his muscled arms across his chest with a scowl.
"It's a bit of a dandy thing, all the rage in the World of the Living…" Rose Otoribashi sighed, moving a blonde tendril from in front of his eyes.
"I think it's a French thing." Love Aikawa shrugged.
"Damn Twelfth, making us look like uncultured apes." Kensei barked, banging his fist on the table in front of him.
"You do that on your own." Mashiro Kuna teased, bringing her lips together like a fish, tilting her head from side to side.
"Why, you little!" Kensei spat, his head throbbing irritably. He jumped to his feet, knocking into the table roughly, several of his Division men holding him back as he lunged for Mashiro.
"Yabbe, yabbe!" Shunsui Kyoraku groaned, wiping the sake from his kimono from the upset bowl on the table. He turned around slowly, facing the young Captains. "Youth at its most vibrant."
"Sorry, Kyoraku-taicho!" The table of young Captains bellowed in unison.
"I'm sorry, Kyoraku-taicho." Kensei spoke lowly, his teeth gritted in agitation.
"No worries." Shunsui exclaimed, clapping his hand over Kensei's shoulder, in a friendly gesture. "This kimono is cheap."
"Perhaps you salarymen could provide him with a fresh drink…?" Retsu Unohana called out from her chair, leaning to the side to see around Shunsui.
"Hai!" Kensei boomed, raising his hand and procuring a fresh bottle of sake. "Here you are, Captain."
"Ah!" Shunsui sighed with pleasure. "That's very kind of you."
"Good evening!" Kisuke called out, a wide grin stretching his face, his cheeks burning red with embarrassment. "May I join you?"
"Of course." Rose said with a smile, gesturing to one of the open chairs.
"Finally emerged from your evil lab, Cap?" Love teased playfully. "We were beginning to wonder if you were avoiding us."
"Hardly!" Kisuke exclaimed, plopping down in the chair before he could lose the nerve. "Unlike you fellows, I actually have work to do. I can't just get by on looks alone…"
"I don't believe that one bit, Kisuke-kun." Shinji Hirako spoke aloud, suddenly taking the seat beside Kisuke. "I'd let ya get away with murder."
"Kisuke-kun?" Rose mouthed, arching a brow pointedly. Kensei shrugged, Love merely chuckling.
"Hello, Shinji-tan!" Mashiro said, her bubbly voice overflowing with unnecessary excitement. "Where's that handsome Lieutenant of yours?"
"Eh, Mashiro-chan, he's lurking somewhere." Shinji grimaced, shrugging disinterestedly. He turned towards Kisuke with a wide grin, spinning the chair around to straddle it. He reached up, touching Kisuke's hair, rubbing it between his fingers. "I have zero interest in boring ol' four eyes."
"Urahara-taicho! It's so good to see you, not unconscious or sprawled on your back." Retsu Unohana called out to their table. "And you must have found release, since you've stopped leaking."
"Unohana-taicho!" Jushiro Ukitake reproached, stifling a laugh.
Kisuke sank lower into his chair, his arms rising up to cover his bright pink face. He stared at his sandals for a long moment before exhaling loudly, his shoulders drooping almost comically, as if he was being deflated. "Yes, Unohana-san, my reaitsu has stopped leaking."
"Good. Good." Retsu smiled kindly. "You look healthy."
"Oh? Well, thank you." Kisuke replied, stumbling as he stood from his chair.
"Oh, take a seat!" Love said, pouring sake into an empty bowl. "Don't be so embarrassed."
"Yeah, be a man!" Kensei grinned. "Men drink and talk shit and bang our fists against our chests."
"Well, actually, that last one is gorillas." Rose teased, winking at Kisuke. "But Mugurama does have a valid point."
"I'm not sure he does." Shinji said with a frown.
"Of course I don't! I'm drunk and horny, and I'm gonna go find me a woman!" Kensei growled, smashing his fist against the table loudly. "'Cause I'm a man!"
"Man!" Love echoed with a roar.
"Man!" Kensei boomed excitedly, high fiving Love before stumbling off.
"Man, what a dork." Mashiro groaned, shaking her green hair from her eyes. "I'd better follow my Captain."
"So, Shinji-san, it's been a while." Rose said, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his temples. "Anything new with you?"
"Well, yeah," Shinji drawled. "I'm seeing someone new." Kisuke's head shot up quickly, his gray eyes darting back and forth from Shinji's eyes to his mouth. Shinji smiled widely, his fingers trailing along Kisuke's jaw. "Undoubtedly the most beautiful person in all of Seireitei."
"You are embarrassing me." Kisuke groaned under his breath.
"He tol' me that he was gonna tell, so I don't think he'll mind me tellin' ya…" Shinji continued, a victorious gleam in his eyes.
"Is that so?" Love asked, sitting back in his chair, his eyes studying Kisuke and Shinji curiously. "Is it serious?"
"Serious?" Shinji replied thoughtfully. "Perhaps."
"I thank you for your hospitality, Aikawa-san, Otoribashi-san. Good evening." Kisuke said politely, giving a slight bow. "Shinji-san, if you could follow me. I need to speak with you in private."
"Hai." Shinji cooed happily, jumping to his feet and following Kisuke obediently. "Am I in trouble?"
"I don't know…" Kisuke answered, his pale face hidden in shadow. He fought the urge to laugh as Shinji's wide grin twisted into a frown.
"Where're ya even goin'?" Shinji questioned, his brown eyes narrowing in the dimly lit pathway to the first division barracks.
"We, Shinji. You mean 'where are we going'…" Kisuke teased, sliding a shoji door open and stepping inside the empty room.
"Whose room is this?" Shinji asked curiously, his finger brushing against the small table by the door.
"I haven't a clue." Kisuke breathed, suddenly so close to Shinji that the other man could feel the heat of his body.
"You are aware that Yamamoto-soutaicho is out there, and that he will kill us if he finds us? Right?" Shinji groaned as Kisuke's teeth nipped unexpectedly at his neck and ear.
"Then you had better be a good boy and follow directions," Kisuke purred, pushing the haori off of Shinji's shoulders before his next attack. "Don't let your reaitsu flare, for starters."
"Oh." Shinji grunted, his hands wrapping themselves in Kisuke's flaxen hair as Kisuke's lips and tongue caressed his shoulder. He closed his eyes, focusing on his spiritual pressure, tuning it down to a near silent hum. He couldn't even sense Kisuke's and he made a mental note to remember Kisuke could extinguish himself completely if needed, the fruits of being the Second Division's third seat, but nevertheless dangerous.
"Good, no one will pick up on that." Kisuke said, his breathing erratic as he dropped to his knees in front of Shinji. He tugged at Shinji's hakama, pulling the sash free of the waist abruptly before twisting it tightly in his hands. He reached up and stroked Shinji's wrists softly, a smile spreading across his face. "Do you trust me?"
"Mostly." Shinji said with a laugh.
"Good enough." Kisuke exhaled, wrapping the sash tightly around Shinji's wrists, binding his hands together. He smiled excitedly as Shinji's spiritual pressure spiked before settling back down. He looked up at Shinji with a grin, his hands pulling Shinji's hakamas the rest of the way down, exposing him. "Such a beautiful view."
"Ah, shucks, you're embarrassing me." Shinji drawled teasingly, flashing a wink. His cheeks were stained pink however, giving his true feelings away. Kisuke didn't respond, instead he sat on his legs, his gray eyes looking up with lust. He smiled, a small smile, before his hand began to gently stroke Shinji's length.
"You're kinda naughty, boy, ya know?" Shinji groaned, leaning against the wall behind him, his eyes locked on Kisuke's. Kisuke nodded coyly, never losing eye contact with Shinji as he smoothed his thumb over the tip of his member. Shinji shuddered, his groin instantly hot and erect.
"Oh, you didn't want this?" Kisuke asked playfully, his eyelashes fluttering innocently. "I can do something else."
Kisuke brought Shinji to his mouth slowly, his tongue agonizingly teasing his tip. He licked his lips hungrily, his gray eyes locked onto Shinji's. "Don't ya tease me, love."
Kisuke laughed softly, the vibrations from his vocal chords pulsating against Shinji's erection. "Ya know, I'm not very sympathetic toward you. Last time I was caught off guard…" Kisuke's gray eyes burned into Shinji as his tongue continued its shameless teasing. "Defenseless even."
"Oh, I hardly think I'm that bad…" Shinji said with a tight laugh, each word forming with increasing difficulty. He closed his eyes, biting his bottom lip with a groan. "And you're not quite a defenseless young maiden, either…"
"Quit talking." Kisuke ordered, his voice commanding but harmless.
"Hai." Shinji groaned as Kisuke's hot, wet mouth enveloped him. Kisuke continued bobbing his head, sucking, licking, and thoroughly pleasuring Shinji's leaking erection. He smiled around Shinji, the noises that escaped his lover's lips nearly sending him over the edge. Shinji arched a brow as Kisuke inserted his own finger into his mouth, wetting it. "Whatcha doin'?"
"Shush…" Kisuke mumbled around his finger and Shinji's member. He slid his sticky, moist finger out of his mouth and pressed it to Shinji's entrance. Shinji shuddered as Kisuke's finger slipped inside, pressing against his sweet spot. Kisuke rocked back on his knees, ignoring Shinji's dripping penis for a moment and inserted another finger.
"Shit. Fuck. Oh, God. Fuck…" Shinji blurted out, spreading his legs wider as Kisuke increased his speed. Shinji dropped weakly down the wall, straddling Kisuke's lap, his bound hands falling in his lap.
Kisuke laughed, a deep, sensual laugh, as he tugged the sash of his hakama. Immediately Shinji's fastened hands began to stroke his erect member. Kisuke groaned loudly, leaning forward to plant kisses all over Shinji's face, neck, and chest, his fingers never slowing in pace.
"Damn it, Kisuke. Fuck me." Shinji whined, nipping roughly at Kisuke's shoulder.
"Don't you need more? It hurts, ya know?" Kisuke spoke softly, flexing his fingers inside of Shinji gently.
"I've done it before, ya fool." Shinji moaned, biting Kisuke sufficiently to leave a mark.
Why that…. Benihime hissed.
"Bastard." Kisuke groaned, pulling his fingers free and placing his hands on Shinji's hips possessively. He dropped one hand to himself, pushing into Shinji gradually, at an absolutely agonizing pace.
Can I kill him? Can I slice him? How dare he! If he'd done it before, why did he do it to you? Benihime growled.
"Shinji-chan, you're in trouble now." Kisuke rumbled, throwing Shinji's tied hands over and around his neck. He whined faintly as Shinji bit down on his neck, piercing his flesh. Kisuke rocked forward, and using one hand to balance and the other to hold Shinji, he rolled fluidly into a standing position. Shinji cried out, his fingers scratching at Kisuke's back as Kisuke pressed him into the wall. Kisuke's hands gripped his thighs, and Shinji wrapped his long legs around his waist.
Without pause, Kisuke began to thrust into Shinji, slamming his hips downward over and over again. Shinji was vulgar and loud, and the sounds nearly drove Kisuke insane. Shinji would go between curses and begging, his fingers raking Kisuke's back and neck brutally, pulling him as close as he could. Shinji's brown eyes were clouded with desire, his cheeks stained pink.
"I'm gonna cum, fuck, Kisuke, you fuckin' asshole, it feels so fuckin' good!" Shinji growled, knocking his head back against the wall.
"You kiss your Mama with that mouth, Shinji-chan?" Kisuke groaned with effort, his entire body seizing up, every vein, and every muscle, felt as if it were on fire. He leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on Shinji's lips. His gray eyes locked on Shinji's brown and for a moment, they were the only two people in the world. Nothing else could ever matter.
Shinji released, spraying his and Kisuke's chest and stomach. Kisuke shuddered violently as he released, deep inside of Shinji. Kisuke pulled out, a blush spreading across his cheeks as his fingers grazed over Shinji's entrance. Shinji was full of dripping wet, hot, sticky semen, his dripping wet, hot, sticky semen. His fingers slid inside with ease. Shinji felt slippery now and Kisuke's face grew hotter and hotter before he pulled his fingers out awkwardly. He couldn't believe he had done it. He had been inside Shinji, he had released inside of him. It had all felt so good.
"Gettin' all shy now? Such a sweet boy…" Shinji teased, his brown hooded eyes searching Kisuke's face. Kisuke remained silent and Shinji dropped his feet to the tatami, unhooking his arms from around Kisuke's neck. He brushed his tied hands across Kisuke's cheek gently. "What's wrong?"
We knew he was experienced already, Benihime whispered.
Kisuke cleared his throat, irritated that Benihime knew his thoughts so well. He had no right to be bothered by this, and he knew that. Shinji was a grown man, a Captain at that. Of course he would, and could, have sexual relations with anyone he pleased. It had nothing to do with Kisuke, right?
Right.
Kisuke leaned forward, his lips brushing against Shinji's softly. "Nothing is wrong…"
"Good, good." Shinji replied, pressing his lips against Kisuke, deepening their kiss. "That was awesome. You've got talent."
Kisuke laughed, his fingers gingerly touching where Shinji had left marks. "Seems I am doomed to life as a cat scratch…"
"Eh, it's good for ya!" Shinji laughed, offering his hands out to be untied.
Kisuke laughed softly, flashing a convincing smile. He wiped himself clean using the unknown room tenant's towel and redressed quickly. "Good for me? I've always just considered it an occupational hazard."
"We better get outta here before they come back…" Shinji whispered, wrapping his arms around Kisuke from behind and planting a kiss on his flaxen hair. They kissed one more time before sliding the shoji door open and walking off in separate directions.
Kisuke Urahara was deep in thought as he walked through the garden, so deep in thought, that he didn't even notice the person watching him. His mind was swirling with confusion and uncertainty, he was so preoccupied, he didn't even realize that he was being followed.