A/N 1) Sorry for the late update. 2) Warning! Chapter "Contains" Lemon.


8.04 PM Urahara's place

"Can't a girl play with her food nowadays?" Yoruichi said as the turned away from Urahara. Her feet moved to take a step away from her close friend, to disappear into the night.

She felt a muscular arm clasping at her shoulder, hindering her from leaving. Her friend had moved with an overwhelming speed and she hadn't had any chance to process his movement or move out off his path. Kisuke buried his face in her thick hair, breathing her scent. "You most certainly can not", he murmured into the top of her head. Without letting his hands leave her body, he moved to hold her against him, his hands casually hugging her hips and stomach while doing so.

Surprised, Yoruichi froze. Could it be that he was merely playing with her, like she had been teasing and testing him countless times over the decades they had spent together? Yet, judging by the way his large hands slid over her broad hips and the way he was nuzzling her hair, it certainly didn't feel like he was only teasing her.

"I told you it was a risky game you were playing at," he breathed and he let his lips brush against her as he spoke.

Yoruichi didn't say a word. She turned in his arms, tugging at the hem of his pants. She was running a finger underneath the lining of green fabric.

"I'm too tired to hold back," he continued slowly. His voice drifted off into nothingness as he eyed her lips, tracing their contours with his eyes.

Yoruichi took a half step backwards, away from her oldest friend. She was unbuttoning his pants in silence. She captured his grey eyed with hers and it wasn't until the thin garment covering him fell to the ground along with his boxers that she momentarily broke eye contact. Her golden set gliding over his body, absorbing him. When she looked up into his eyes once more, there was a faint hint of darkness in her eyes. Unlike the previous day, there wasn't any trace of boredom on her features.

"Then don't," was all she said. Yoruichi's voice was husky with lust and want and when she let her fingers whisk across his toned chest they felt as light as feathers. They drifted slowly like a cool breeze, leaving goosebumps on his skin in the wasteland of their rampages.

Urahara's own hands moved with steady determination over the uncharted but familiar territory that was her warm body. She felt hot under his hands, sensitive to his every touch. He traced the contour of her arm muscles, he outlined her hips and her buttocks. When his hands finally moved to slide over her ample bosom his eyes met hers once more. Yoruichi smiled one of those dangerous smiles of hers. All he wanted was to close the short distance between them and feel her body pressed against his, but he was afraid to scare her off. Afraid to want too much, to be too much.

He moved to stroke one of her long strands of jet black hair from her temple, her yellow eyes never leaving his face. He felt a hand on his chin and before he knew it, she was angling his head toward her. She stretched her body flush against his in a languid motion, moaning softly when she felt his already hard erection press against her stomach.

When he felt her lips clashing into his, her lips felt smooth and harsh at the same time. She was playing with his lower lips, teasing him with her tongue, licking and biting. His hands had moved to her hair, twirling and twisting in it, bidding her to deepen the kiss. Desperately wanting to taste her, to hear her catch her breath and to feel her body arch against his in pleasure, he lifted her up, with one hand gently caressing her right breast. Of all the times they had felt connected to each other in any way, this beat all.

It was familiar, but new.

All he could hear was one thing, the sound of her and his own heartbeats. It was a sound full of life. Rhythmic and steady as a drum they beat together as one. It was the sound of an antelope's hooves spurting from a certain death in the jaws of a lion.

Yoruichi felt herself being pressed steadily between Urahara and the wall. Her legs were thrown around his body, clinging to him. Her lips locked with his in a deep kiss, their tongues battling for control as they danced together. When they grasped for air, their breath was hoarse and shallow.

She threw her head back, gasping, and his head followed hers moments afterwards. His stubble felt rough against the soft skin of her throat. His lips brushed against her jawline, hungrily.

She lowered her head, her forehead pressing against his. She looked disheveled, the ecstasy obvious in her eyes. Her lips curled into a wide smile.

Urahara smiled back at her before he kissed her pulse, sucking on it, his hands never stopping their onslaught on her breasts. As he massaged her breasts in a harsh frantic motion, she raked her sharp nails against his back, making him hiss from the sudden pain. Capturing the momentum of surprise, she moved so her lips were on his again, smashing against him with an animalistic ruthlessness.

She adjusted her legs, letting a throaty moan slip from within as she felt his erection press against her core. Her eyes were flipping backwards into her head. He hissed, pulling her close. His hands were travelling to her hips.

"Kisuke," she moaned. He was holding her steady, keeping her from grinding against him.

Her hands traveled downwards the top of Urahara's thighs and inwards. She was stroking his manhood in an almost excruciatingly slow and soft motion, leaving an almost too overwhelming feeling spreading throughout his body. He accidentally bit down on her tongue in his mouth, drawing blood.

Yoruichi only laughed in response, flashing him a smile red with blood. "Hey, ouch," she said in a voice drunken with pleasure, as she continued her teasing movements.

He smiled back at her, "Don't do that," his dry voice rang. It was almost too much for him. She was almost too much for him.

In an attempt to regain control over himself, Urahara's face had left hers and she had been heaved up to straddle his chest. His lips were on her left breast, a hand on the other one, pinching and rubbing her. She involuntarily arched against him as she felt rays of pleasure shoot from within. She dug her fingers into his blonde hair to keep his mouth on her. He licked every inch of exposed skin he could reach, leaving it moist for the air to taunt. She whimpered.

"Anyone tell you what a torture you are?" she murmured, her eyes were clouded with pleasure. She showed him away from her, so that he lost his grip. The sensation of the cold floor against her bare foot was a welcomed change.

Urahara smiled into her hair almost cruelly, leaving a trail of with feathery kisses as he moved down to her ear, "You've seen nothing yet," he whispered. His breath felt hot against her skin, sending shrills of pleasure and expectation down her spine.

She trembled in his arms, kissing him harshly. In a slow and steady motion she let her hands travel south to were they really wanted to be. He closed his eyes when her fingers closed around his root. Her fingertips were caressing him in a circular motion from his base to the tip. "Don't you dare lifting me out of reach again," she whispered huskily as he moaned into her hair, kissing every part of her he could get a hold off.

His hands were on her hips, tracing their fine contours with experienced but shaky hands. It took all the strength he possessed not to come right there and then. Yoruichi writhed with him. He lifted her again and she let him steady her body against the wall once more.

Their eyes locked together, driven mad from pleasure and lust. He dug his lips into hers as he pushed into her, entering her with a swift motion. She was almost unbelievably wet and hot around him. He hugged Yoruichi close as her body arched against his once more. Her eyes rolled backwards along with her body. Her hands holding him pressed flush against her body.

When Urahara retreated, she whimpered softly, not wanting to let go of him.

With every thrust their breath became more shallow and she moved with him in an unbearable slow pace, he buried his head in her thick hair, breathing her in. The beats of their hearts grew as fluttery as a doves, their moans rang as harsh as death.

They were caught up in each other. The mess they had made of their relationship was one they didn't care to analyze. This wasn't in their nature. Yet, somehow, it was. Their bodies' dance was only a mere manifestation of the bond that had grown between them over the decades.

Yoruichi came only seconds before him. Even afterwards, he didn't let her go. Neither of them wanted to break the connection. It wasn't until the two had crashed on his bed that he retreated from within her.

Yoruichi smiled at him as he fell on top of her, completely spent.

She let her fingers get tangled in his chest hair, drawing circles on him as her fingers traveled over his body.

Urahara looked at her face, his entire body radiating pure untainted love. He bent to kiss her but before he was able to capture her lips with his, his mouth was met by a hand, hindering his attempt.

The woman beneath him smiled at his confusion, "Goodnight, best friend," she said. She turned away from him, facing the wall.


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