Ashfial.5Bleach, yes. With pleasure.
Kisuke x Ryuuken x Isshin
Fucked
Urahara woke feeling decidedly... unusual. There was an ache in his arms and a soreness in his rear end, and all he could see was a shadowed roof, and the airy billowing of expensive looking curtains. He craned his head forward, but could only see the foot of the bed, but when he stretched his neck backwards, he could see handcuffs.
"Damn."
"You said it."
Kisuke jumped, and threw his head to one side.
"Oh, god."
Isshin grinned at him, eyes still half-closed with foggy sleep. He was handcuffed too, on the other side of the double bed, torso bare but covered from the waist down with the same sheet that was covering Kisuke who was, he realised, naked too. Isshin was pulling on the chains that kept them imprisoned, rattling them hard. Kisuke, after a moment, joined in.
"Stop forcing them, it won't work."
The two looked up in sync, staring at the door. Ryuuken Ishida was leaning against the frame, in his carefully pressed suit trousers and his tailored blue shirt unbuttoned. A sudden flash of memory cut through Kisuke's developing hangover. A bar. Isshin. Alcohol. A prank. Karakura Hospital. The Directors office. A Quincy working late. More alcohol.
Oh.
"So, Ryuu, are you going to let us go?"
"Don't call me that, Kurosaki."
Kisuke tilted his head slightly as he caught sight of the pale, toned plane of Ryuuken's chest get slowly covered as he buttoned his shirt, watching the two on the bed with level eyes and a cool expression.
"And no, I am not going to let you go."
Kisuke blinked.
"How come, Ryuu?"
"Don't call me that, Urahara."
He selected a tie from a carefully organised rack on the dresser, and opened up his shirt collar, slinging the blue tie around his neck.
"And, I am keeping you here so that you will be here when I get back."
Ryuuken raised an eyebrow at the two of them, finished knotting his tie, and swept out of the door. Several seconds later, they heard the front door click shut.
Isshin turned to one side, and blinked owlishly at Kisuke.
"We're fucked, aren't we?"
Kisuke flexed his arms, trying to stop them from cramping.
"Entirely."
He cracked his neck.
"As long as we're talking literally, then I can wait."