A/N: sorry about the late update, not to mention, i'm still on that detour, so to speak. but i promise that i'll go back to the main story line on the next chapter. hope you guys like this one! XD
DISCLAIMER: I WISH I OWNED BLEACH.
WARNING: SEX WITH A MINOR. (i did research on what the legal age in Japan is, and the range is from 13 to 18 y/o. i also found out that there's a law which prevents sex with minors... but it's all rather confusing so i won't explain further. it hurt my head just to think about it.)
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Chapter 7
Kisuke and Renji sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G (part deux)
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Western Karakura
A year and a half later
It had been more than year since Renji came to live with Urahara and his friends. The boy had learned a lot from the man himself, but he just had to say, Yoruichi and Tessai were even better teachers than he was. Urahara said that when he's old enough, he could probably join the four of them in their mysterious job, whatever the hell it was. But for now, he should be training his ass off.
As for the more pressing issue at hand… Renji had been feeling mighty uncomfortable whenever the blond man was around him. He was getting confused and angry, plus the fact that he got even more pissed when the man's attention was diverted from away him, especially now that Ichigo was here. But that kid was a special case, he was the only remaining blood family Urahara had.
As these thoughts came unbidden into Renji's head, he didn't notice a pair of gray eyes watching him from underneath the shadows of a ridiculous green and white striped hat.
The boy was just sitting underneath the gnarly old tree in the courtyard, a spot Urahara noted that had become the boy's favorite resting place after doing chores or after training. He didn't also fail to notice that, much to his dismay, the boy's features are developing, which made the boy even more appealing. He just spurted about four inches in the last three months, making him look even more statuesque, with his lithe, yet muscular body.
"You're staring at the boy." Yoruichi's voice startled him, but he hid it quickly enough.
"What makes you think I am?"
The dark skinned woman smiled in amusement. Oh, she knew him all too well. "Nothing much," the woman shrugged then deadpanned, "But you do have that look on your face that says 'I -can't-wait-to-get-you-into-my-bed-and-ravish-you'. I guess that might be it."
Urahara just couldn't form any response to that, which was a first. Yoruichi knew, after all, they knew each other like the back of each other's hand.
It was rather difficult sleeping at night if you hear load moans and screams from two very enthusiastic girls doing each other in the next room. That was very much the situation Renji found himself in, not to mention said 'activities' had caused another issue, in his nether regions. Try as he might, his hands weren't just enough. He needed more. But being innocent in these matters, he just didn't have any idea where or who to turn to.
At once the boy made a decision. After all, wasn't Urahara his sensei?
Urahara was a light sleeper, but he was just so used to all his best friend's antics in the next room that it would just seem background noise to him. When someone came into his room uninvited, he was immediately alert. And when he felt his bed dip with the additional weight, he was just surprised. So he just waited until the person makes the next move.
Hesitant, trembling hands carefully undid the ties holding his pajamas securely to his waist. He then felt the person straddle him, and then lick his chest with a pleasurable, albeit inexperienced tongue. He then noticed the rather obvious erection against his inner thigh.
Renji was just beside himself with lust that he couldn't stop himself from doing what he was doing now. Urahara's skin tasted faintly of salt and some other unnamed flavor, but he tasted delicious nonetheless. He proceeded lower and lower, until he finally hooked his fingers under the man's waistband and tugged the cotton pajamas off to expose that cock. He gave it a tentative lick. Urahara tasted even more delicious down here.
The blond man gave up all control then grabbed the boy's hair and tugged his head away when he felt his warm moist cavern engulf his hard throbbing cock. He then switched the lamp on.
"What do you think you're doing?" his voice sounded lower to his ears.
The boy didn't answer. He straddled the man once more, closing the gaps between their heated skins and sloppily kissed him. The older man groaned, automatically wrapping his arms around the quivering boy and showed him how it was to really kiss. He then flipped their positions, so that the red head was now lying on his back, panting.
"Do you really want this?" he asked the boy, taking pleasure at the sight of his flushed face and trembling need as his deft fingers massaged his puckered entrance.
The boy nodded, before pulling the man's face toward his own, in a hungry kiss. As both stopped for air, Urahara tugged the boy's shirt off and his pants next. He then worked on pulling his pajamas off then dove once more to claim the boy's lips. Urahara's hand fumbled at the dresser, looking for that elusive bottle of lube.
The blond man finally found the lube. He popped the cap open and poured the lube on his waiting fingers. He once again massaged the boy's entrance, spreading the lube in the process before thrusting a finger in. Renji's face scrunched up in discomfort as he started pushing his finger in and out.
Urahara tenderly brushed the boy's cheek before giving him a rather chaste kiss. "You better relax, kitten."
Renji glared at him, but complied. The older man nuzzled the boy's face before thrusting another finger in. The boy gasped but willed himself to relax.
The blond man fucked the boy with his fingers, thrusting and scissoring, searching for his sweet spot. Then the boy moaned, arched his back and turned his head from side to side in an expression of pleasure. He smirked and then inserted a third finger.
Urahara continued his ministrations, adoring the boy writhing in indescribable pleasure underneath him. He thought that if his past actions had not earned him a spot in hell yet, then this surely would, right beside Satan himself in fact.
"Kitten, you still have a chance to back out." He said, while rubbing his erection against the boy's and fucking him with his fingers.
"No." the boy said as he clamped down on his fingers, earning him a satisfied smirk from the older man.
The older man pulled his fingers out then poured a liberal amount of lube on his hard aching cock. He knew the boy was watching him with hungry eyes, even spreading his legs wider, knowing what would happen next.
"Baby, this would hurt." He said, as he caressed the boy's cheek affectionately.
"Don' care."
He sighed, in a long suffering manner before hooking the boy's long lithe legs on his forearm. He distracted the boy with a kiss but the pain was just too much as he pushed in, breaching the boy's virginity. He felt rather than heard the boy whimper, but he went on, until he was seated fully.
Renji was almost in tears at the pain he was feeling, at the sudden fullness. The man unhooked his legs carefully from his forearms, to wrap them around his waist instead, to cradle his hips. The movements caused the cock inside him to shift, and hit his sweet spot, sending bolts of pleasure to his brain.
"I'm going to move, kitten, alright?" the boy nodded as he grasped the man's shoulders.
The pace he started was slow, deliberate and careful, not wanting to hurt the boy, even if he wanted to fuck him furiously into the mattress as his tightness gripped him like a vice. But when the boy started rolling his hips to his every thrust, he went decidedly faster, earning him moans as he hit the boy's prostate at every turn.
He stroked the boy's cock and soon, thick spurts of cum was on both of their chests. It felt even more wonderful when he felt the boy's wall's clamp down on his cock, and soon he was coming himself, filling the boy's tight ass with his semen.
He lay on top of Renji, basking in the afterglow of sex, before finally pulling out. He noted a slight pinkish tinge to the fluids flowing out of the boy's entrance, which made him worry a bit if he had torn him. He then carefully disentangled from the boy, and pulled the comforter over him, as the boy's eyes fluttered between open and close. He patted the boy's cheek fondly before giving a kiss on the forehead. He made his way over to the bathroom. He leaned on the sink, thinking over what he had done.
Urahara stared at the mirror as he ran a hand over his tousled hair. There was no turning back now. He briefly wondered if there were special punishments in hell for those who deflowered innocent virgins as he wet a wash cloth before finally turning off the light and going back to the bedroom.
