DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BLEACH.
WARNING: THERE'S BONDAGE.
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Chapter 2
Oji-chan
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The Candy Shop, Kabukicho, Shinjuku
8:13pm, 29th of May
Most of the information given to him about his target was either useless or incomplete. Ichigo was rather testy at the doddery old fools. It was a good thing his employers gave him a month to work on this, or else… he would fail immeasurably and that was not an option. The only other way he would be able to gain any useful information would be through that man and he would rather be hung with his own intestines than do that. Yet he had no choice.
The tangerine haired man was sitting by his lonesome, sipping champagne, in the VIP room of the Candy Shop. It's a strip club in Shinjuku's red light district, owned by him, his mother's younger brother, Kisuke Urahara, PhD holder in molecular biology and biochemistry, assassin (retired), former adviser to the Chinese triad and shady businessman, thank you very much. He happened to be the only remaining kin he had. And he was fucking late. The man was supposed to meet him at 7:30. Though the room had rather comfortable fluffy leather couches and the atmosphere rather restful, he still could not relax. His uncle was most probably sidetracked by his precious Renji, his loud and bad tempered redhead fuck toy.
A few minutes later, a man wearing the most ridiculous green and white striped hat walked nonchalantly into the room, carrying what appeared to be a cane. At least the rest of what he was wearing was within acceptable fashion. A pair of gray slacks, white shirt, white pinstriped coat…
"You're fucking late." He glared at the man.
"A hug would have been a more appropriate greeting, or you could've just said 'Oh Oji-chan I missed you so much!'." The man said, eyes twinkling beneath the shadows of his hat.
"Fuck you."
"Manners, Ichigo-kun, manners. What would my poor Nee-chan say? She would be disappointed in me for not raising you to behave properly." The man produced a fan from out of nowhere and covered his smirk. He just loved getting a rise out of his beloved nephew.
"Could we just get to the reason why I came here? I wasted enough time as it is."
The man uncovered his face in a mock pout. But Ichigo knew better. He knew that behind that carefree and fun loving exterior was a man to be reckoned with. If he himself was deemed dangerous, his uncle was even worse.
"I presume this visit has something to do with your current assignment, hmm?"
Sullen silence met the older man's question. Of course, knowing Ichigo's employers, they would've assumed that his dear nephew would provide for the missing but very vital information he needed for his current assignment. He sighed inwardly as the tangerine haired man pulled out a photograph from a medium sized brown envelope and slid it on the coffee table toward him. Surprise hit him as he saw the angular goateed face and a pair of sleepy gray eyes, but he quickly hid it.
"So this is him… he's an eye candy, he is."
Ichigo's scowl became even more pronounced. "What can you tell me about him?"
"He used to work for Aizen."
The younger man froze. The name Aizen brought back painful memories of long ago. And it was why he was in this business today. He visibly flinched as his uncle continued speaking again.
"He worked for the man for roughly four years before he was recruited by Gin. He was promised a higher pay and more freedom. Of course his departure caused some major setbacks in Aizen's force. He was that valuable. He was actually expected to take over Aizen's place after his death." The younger man digested the information given to him. Of course there was no surprise on who killed Stark's late boss.
"What can you tell me about his personal life?"
"Not even my sources could tell me that much. If he has a lover or family somewhere, he's hiding them pretty well. But he lives like a bachelor should. I do know he occasionally indulges in some, shall we say, hedonistic habits. He's been seen in this district a few of times."
Ichigo sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose to ward off an incoming headache. He was sure Kisuke Urahara was the most well connected man he knew but it seemed that his uncle's network of information gathering had its limitations. But nevertheless he got what he came here for. And no matter how much he bitched about him though, he still appreciated what the man had done for him.
Still at the Candy Shop
11:49pm, same day
His sister Masaki was found dead near the river bank, attacked by unknown thugs, her body mutilated. Three days later, their house was burned down. Her husband Isshin and her twin daughters tried to get out, but they were trapped in one of the bedrooms by the raging fire. They died by severe carbon monoxide poisoning due to smoke inhalation. Her only son Ichigo was missing for several more days until Tessai, his right hand man, found the boy in an abandoned building in downtown Karakura, dirty, cold and in shock after having been witness to his mother's murder. But he knew who was responsible for all of this. Aizen. He killed the bastard himself, setting him up. Aizen was clever enough to know someone was selling him out, he just didn't know who it was. But anyone connected to him would suffer the same fate, even that fool Barragan who sold him out. Kisuke knew how payback was the biggest bitch of them all.
Renji's head was bobbing up and down on his lover's lap, his hair a curtain of flaming red around his face, his hot moist mouth surrounding Kisuke's hard cock, but these ministrations were not appreciated at all. He knew his lover's attention was somewhere far, far away and he hated it. And when he applied teeth, he felt his hair being tugged harshly, mouth being pulled off of that aching cock.
Shadowed eyes looked at him from underneath that ridiculous hat, lips pursed. The red head felt enthralled by this sudden shift of the man's attention that his face flushed at the mere tug of his long red mane.
"I asked you nicely to not use teeth, didn't I?"
"Ya know how much I fuckin' hate it when ya don' pay attention." He countered, his eyes half lidded, his cock aching for more of that harsh hand.
The older man smashed his lips against his lover's, nipping at the soft flesh for entrance. One hand reached for the red head's cock, tugging and stroking forcefully. The red head moaned into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around the blond man's neck.
Both men just had to surface for air. But before Renji finally let go, he just had to nip the older man's lower lip. With half lidded eyes and beautifully flushed skin, he purred, in what he thought was his sexiest voice (and indeed, his lover thought so too), "Fuck me."
Kisuke just had to oblige his lover and of course, he never regretted it. He once again claimed the younger man's swollen lips in another maddening kiss, and as he did so, he slowly and surely guided both himself and his lover upright and flipped their positions so that Renji was the one now sitting on the black leather couch. On the wall behind the couch there were a couple of discreet wooden pegs and attached to those were red satin strips an inch and a half wide, perfect for what the blond man had in mind.
The blond man straddled his lover's lap and grinded his hard cock against the red head's, producing heated moans from both of them. Using another kiss as a distraction, Kisuke raised Renji's one arm and tied it to the wall using the red satin strip. Lips moved southward and latched on to a pert nipple, sucking and nipping it and using his tongue to create a warm wet circle around it. The red head arched his back as a loud moan escaped his lips. Kisuke raised his other arm and tied it to the wall using the remaining red satin strip.
The older man stopped his ministrations and raised himself back a bit to better admire his handiwork with a smirk. And as he did this, the red head made a show of trying to struggle against the bonds his lover put him in.
But the blond man still wasn't done yet.
He caressed the red head's sides in a teasing manner as one hand rolled, pinched and twisted one nipple. The red head groaned, arching his back once more. He attempted to kiss the older man but he stood up suddenly, him reaching nothing but air as he struggled against his bonds once more.
"Just you wait there kitten, I'll be right back~" the blond man said in the most annoying sing song voice.
"Where d' ya think yer fuckin' goin'?" the red head asked, lust nearly overwhelming him. But he never got any answer. He growled in frustration.
Kisuke came back, his hands full of more of that red satin strips binding Renji to the wall. He was also wearing the naughtiest smile. The red head eyed him with trepidation but lust was still apparent on his face. He approached his lover in a jaunty manner. He once again distracted the younger man with a passionate kiss.
Bending Renji's one long lithe leg at the knee, he bound it with a red satin strip. He wound it around the red head's limb tightly, but just enough so blood would circulate. He stroked his lover's cock once more, and as he spread the precum leaking from it he was even more pleased as it induced a lustful moan from the other. He proceeded to tie Renji's other leg the same way with the remaining satin strip.
The older man produced a bottle of lube seemingly from nowhere and immediately spread a generous amount on his hard aching cock. He proceeded to spread the red head's legs wider and thrust in without so much as a warning. Wanton grunts and moans filled the room as the blond man fucked his lover thoroughly with every roll of his hips. He angled his thrusts which produced louder moans from the man writhing underneath him as he hit his prostate harshly and repeatedly.
Renji's cock begged for attention and he knew just a loving stroke by his lover's hands would send him over the edge. Kisuke did just that, stroking his lover's cock almost reverently. Then he felt his lover's walls contract as hot white viscous fluid spurted from his cock. A few more thrusts and he came as well, filling Renji to the brim with his cum.
He slumped on his lover's heaving sweat soaked body. He gently caressed the red tresses before he got off and untied the younger man. He massaged his lover's limbs to get the blood to circulate which induced an appreciative groan.
"Let's go to bed." He said as he nuzzled his lover's tattooed chest. The red head could only sigh in pleasure.
The red head lay quietly sleeping, his body covered by soft white sheets. Urahara sat by the headboard, sheets pooling around his waist unable to sleep. He knew the bastard his nephew was after. He didn't know why, but memories of his dead sister kept intruding in his thoughts, not even Renji could distract him. He was sure as hell that this did not bode well. But why, he couldn't say.
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A/N: I really must say sorry because I altered Ichigo's family tree to include Urahara. I'm hoping that I don't get hate mail for this. and oh yeah, this is my first time writing a bondage smut scene, so I hope you guys like the perverted images it presented (giggles). Until the next update then. =)
