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Boxed Up	By : ChipsAndFish Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Urahara/Ichigo Views: 9783 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Boxed Up
- 1
Authors Note - This is a one-shot inspired by Trumpet Geek’s one-word, one-sentence challenge. I chose #4 - Box. The sentence marked with (1) was written by her, and belongs to her. The shameless smut around it belongs to me.
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Boxed Up

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An inconspicuous day in the middle of summer and all of Japan suffered beneath a heat wave so sweltering that no one except the completely desperate even attempted to step foot outdoors. Of course it would be the record-reaching hottest day yet that Kisuke’s long awaited for supplies finally arrived, dropped off at the very other end of the dirt lot in front of his modest abode by an extremely sweaty truck driver, and stacked haphazardly in unassuming brown boxes. Kisuke, Ururu, Jinta, and Tessai sat beneath the shade of the porch, each of them staring at the supplies with varying degrees of hopelessness. The air between the two groups wavered with the debilitating temperatures.
“Where is that stupid freeloader when you need him, huh?!” Jinta shouted suddenly, while Ururu and Tessai simply nodded in agreement - each with a small sigh. Kisuke knew the ‘freeloader’ Renji Abarai along with Rukia Kuchiki had not yet returned from a mission within Soul Society, but silently agreed that the shinigami was absent at a particularly unfortunate moment. Kisuke also knew that none of his shop-helpers would allow themselves to be talked into bringing the boxes inside, but he definitely needed to sort through all the new items before darkness fell. A few of the more valuable things in the boxes would no longer be of any use if he didn’t get them properly stored soon.
“Oh! But what about Kurosaki?” Ururu suddenly piped up, looking towards Kisuke. The shop owner blinked at her.
“What about him?” he asked, bewildered.
“Yeah!” Jinta shouted suddenly, catching on before Kisuke. “Yeah, boss! Kurosaki would do anything you tell him to do! Just say its for training!”
Kisuke blinked again, looking at the boxes and wondering if that were true. Would Ichigo truly do whatever he said? He hid his rising blush with his fan, his mind only too happy to travel along the familiar path of thinking dirty things about the substitute shinigami. It was very fortunate that Kisuke was already drenched in sweat - it helped to hide his strong reaction to the sudden barrage of mental images his fantasies supplied him.
Ichigo, working shirtless in the sun, tan and perspiring with effort as he hauled boxes through the shop. Ichigo’s rare, precious smile as Kisuke handed him a cold glass of water. Ichigo’s wide eyes as Kisuke sat down beside him, hiding his surprise with a too-quick gulp of the liquid. Ichigo’s shock and burgeoning desire as Kisuke licked off a stray trail of escaped water from the boy’s delicious throat. Ichigo’s swiftly silenced groan as Kisuke finally - finally - ravished those trembling lips with his own while he pushed the unresisting boy down to the floor, straddled his thighs, divested them both of their garments and took -
“Well?!” Jinta demanded, snapping Kisuke out of his daydreams and earning a smack to the head with the fan.
“A wonderful idea, Ururu! I will call him now,” he sauntered to the phone inside, ignoring Jinta’s parting insults. He slid the door shut as he quickly dialed Ichigo’s number and gave his desperate erection the most fleeting of touches as it rang in his ear, shifting his clothing aside. The moment Ichigo’s rough, suspicious greeting came over the phone, Kisuke firmly grasped his cock and closed his eyes.
“Ichigo!” he sounded like his normal, cheerful self - certainly not the hungry, perverted man he became whenever the boy entered his thoughts.
“Mr. Hat’n’Clogs?” confusion, wariness, but at the end there - it might have been his imagination, but… - a hitch of breath as if Ichigo wanted to speak with him.

Perfect, Kisuke mentally groaned as his hand tightened around both himself and the phone.
“How many times must I tell you to call me Kisuke?” say it, oh please…

“… Kisuke,” slight discomfort, but another hitch of breath. Did Ichigo want to say Kisuke’s name like that? Informally, intimately? His hand moved the slightest inch towards the base of his straining erection.
“That’s right,” just the tiniest of slip-ups there - he sounded perhaps a tad more intense than a cheerful invitation for training required. To cover it up, he quickly continued, “how is my favorite student doing?”
“Favorite student?” Ichigo repeated, wary again. “Mr… er, Kisuke,” the shop owner’s hand tightened again, “what’s this about? Is there a Hollow?”
Excitement at the end there, which Kisuke’s mind swiftly warped into an entire mental playground of added stimulus.
“Oh no, nothing like that!” was he breathless? Well, the heat certainly took a toll on people. “I simply called to inform you that I have a promising new training exercise in mind for you - if you aren’t terribly busy right now.”
“Training, huh?” slightly less excitement, but there was definitely interest piqued. Kisuke could work with that, even as his hand began to truly work with his cock.
“Indeed,” the only answer he was capable of giving. He could see Ichigo now, alone in his room, window thrown open to entice any passing breezes, clad only in boxer shorts while he sprawled lazily across his bed. Kisuke imagined little trickles of sweat sliding down an arched neck, could hear the boy’s breath as he gently lapped at something, “what are you doing?” definitely breathless.
“Huh? Oh, sucking on ice. It’s hot out, y’know,” the impression of rolled eyes while the lapping continued. Kisuke’s hand picked up a feverish pace.
“What are you wearing?” oops - another slip-up. “I ask because I need to know how long it will take you to get here.”
“Uh, it shouldn’t take me more than a half hour, if I hurry. You need me in some specific clothes? I’m just in shorts right now,” shorts, pulled down haphazardly to reveal the small dip of his lower back, the indents of his hip bones, the dusting of orange hair. Kisuke’s hand couldn’t stop now even if he’d wanted it to.
“Whatever’s comfortable,” barely managed, but clean of suspicious intensity.
“When should I come?” Ichigo’s voice again - was it Kisuke’s fantasy? - no, the real thing. His ascent spiraled towards him with sudden ferocity as he opened his mouth.
“Come now!” almost - almost - shouted, and the phone was slammed down as Kisuke’s harsh groan filled the room, as the scent of his sex became predominate, as his cock jerked with heretofore unfelt ecstasy. His cum was forced out of him in spine-arching pulses that continued on forever before it left him replete and slightly giddy, slumped against the wall. His forehead pressed against the chilled wood, and yet another shudder rolled through him as he knew he would not avoid temptation that summer day.

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Ichigo knew something was wrong the second he heard Kisuke’s much too innocent voice on the end of the line when he answered the phone, but he couldn’t make himself tell the shop owner off or hang up. The blonde would have gotten his way in any case, but simply having a conversation with him made Ichigo’s toes curl. There were a couple moments during their short talk the shop owner had used that serious, intense voice of his - the one that usually meant a situation had gotten a whole lot more troublesome. The voice that made Ichigo weak in the knees and hot all over.
Of course there were some things about Kisuke that just pissed the teen off, but there were a whole mess of other things that made Ichigo just want to be near him, in whatever capacity the shop owner wanted him. And then there were those decidedly non G-rated dreams that Ichigo was plagued with nearly every night, and always staring the both of them in unrealistic but extremely heated situations.
Dreams that left Ichigo panting and achy and knowing exactly what he wanted and who he wanted it from.
Snippets of the most recent fantasy to disturb the substitute shinigami’s sleep flashed within his mind while he wiggled into some cargo shorts and a loose t-shirt he fully intended on abandoning if the training involved being outside. Ichigo’s fantasies turned away from memory and into active imagination as the teen slipped out of his house and jogged lightly down the street. Kisuke’s half-lidded, aroused gaze watching him as he stripped out of said clothing. Kisuke murmuring all sorts of forbidden things to him as they embraced, as they touched each other frantically. Kisuke’s taut muscles as Ichigo satisfied his numerous desires, and then the intense voice again as he ordered Ichigo to submit to whatever desires he wanted to satisfy.
Ichigo was out of breath by the time he made it to the shop, but it was not entirely because he ran the whole way.

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“Kurosaki’s here, boss!” Jinta’s voice floated in from outside, a wicked grin obvious within the boy’s tones. Kisuke grinned rather wickedly himself as he finished cleaning himself up and went to greet the young man.
“Ichigo, thank you for coming on such short notice,” Kisuke smiled widely at him. Ichigo looked only the slightest bit suspicious.
“So what’s this training, then?” those beautiful brown eyes glanced around at the small group, noticing the missing Renji. “Is it just me and you?”
Even after being so thoroughly satisfied not a half hour earlier, Kisuke was fully prepared to take Ichigo at his word and drag him off alone for some specialized training. But the boxes still sat, at the end of the yard, waiting.
“Oh certainly. One-on-one. And it begins now -” he grinned again when Ichigo tensed almost into a fighting stance, ready for anything. Kisuke raised one hand and pointed at the mountain of boxes.
“Bring those inside, Ichigo.”
The teen blinked, looking over his shoulder at the boxes, and acquiring a flat, speechless look.
“They’ve been sitting there for a while - so if you wouldn’t mind being quick about it,” Kisuke waved the boy on, taking a bit of pleasure from Ichigo’s expression.

***

Ichigo might be in love with Kisuke, but that didn’t mean the older man could use him as a box-mover and not pay him.(1) Apparently the stupefied look on his face hadn’t gotten that across to the shop owner, so Ichigo sputtered out, “if you think I’m doing free manual labor for you, Hat’n’Clogs, you’re-”
He’d been interrupted by a promise of an intense training session, just between the two of them, as soon as Ichigo finished, along with dinner made by Tessai.
Ichigo had grumbled a bit more, but eventually gave in. He really couldn’t resist the blonde, and it certainly annoyed him at the moment. The young man sighed and doffed his shirt, stepping into the sun from the porch’s shade and wincing at the bright glare of the sun in his eyes. He didn’t hear the sharp intake of breath behind him, but he felt the shop keeper’s eyes on his every movement. Perhaps the man hadn’t been joking when he said he’d wanted them moved quickly. Ichigo swore to himself, hefting up the first box and shuffling inside to hand it over to Jinta, who hauled it into a back room.
By the time he was done, Ichigo could have sworn he’d sweated off a good twenty pounds and his tan had darkened several shades. He collapsed on the porch beneath the shade, his mind on what Kisuke would do for training.
A tall glass of water hovered over his face, and Ichigo focused beyond it to look at the older man that often occupied his thoughts.
“Tessai seems to have forgotten a necessary ingredient in the dish he’s making. Jinta and Ururu have gone with him to buy it. We’re alone,” all of it said in that intense voice. Ichigo shivered. “Are you ready?”
“Ready?” Ichigo repeated, reaching up mechanically to take the glass of water as he sat up, eyes unable to leave Kisuke’s handsome face.
“For the one-on-one I promised you,” the serious tone had reached a level Ichigo had never heard before, and it almost made him moan out loud.
“Oh - that. Yeah, I guess,” Ichigo managed, looking away as he gulped down the water. He felt a cool trickle of it escape and slip down his exposed throat, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kisuke lean towards him with victory in his gaze. Ichigo held absolutely still, wondering if he’d gotten a heat stroke moving all the boxes and was currently hallucinating such a hungry-looking Kisuke.

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Ichigo’s dazed expression as he stared up at him made Kisuke’s life take on a new meaning. He applauded himself for his foresight in sending away Tessai and his young charges, petulantly demanding a rare and exotic dinner with ingredients only found in one or two of the more eccentric grocery stores. They would be gone for at least two hours, hunting the dish’s necessities down, and Kisuke would take full advantage of that time.
He intended to make Ichigo scream, amongst a myriad of other things.
“I don’t think you are,” he murmured thoughtfully in answer to Ichigo’s half-mumbled statement, his eyes preoccupied with the little trail of water. What god had he pleased, to have his fantasy brought to life so perfectly? Carefully, slowly, his hand gaining a firm but soothing strength, he grasped Ichigo’s stubborn chin and lowered himself down beside the teen until their faces aligned.
“Ichigo,” his intense voice did something to the substitute shinigami, and the boy closed his eyes briefly as he swallowed, then reopened his eyes with a purpose. Swiftly, before Kisuke knew when the tables had turned on him, Ichigo brought his lips the very short distance to meet the shop owner’s own. Kisuke was frozen in his own surprise as Ichigo kissed him with all the sweetness of untried youth.
It lasted no more than the fleetest of seconds before Ichigo attempted to pull back. But now that Kisuke had him - now that there was no more doubt within his mind - there was no way anything would separate them. He did not release Ichigo’s chin from his grasp, cemented it with his other hand cupping the boy’s neck. He leaned into the kiss and parted his lips. He licked the boy’s pouty mouth, grinning against him when Ichigo involuntarily gasped. Kisuke took the opening offered with a vengeance. Their sweet first kiss became something decidedly darker with an entire world of passion building behind it.
Kisuke’s knees hit the porch as he ravaged Ichigo’s lips, teeth scraping and tongue claiming. He released Ichigo’s chin to follow the water’s path down his throat, over his muscled chest, running his nails across perk nipples and swallowing the moan that startled from the boy’s throat. Kisuke teased the dusky pink bud mercilessly, repositioning himself when Ichigo arched into the touch. His legs slid across the boy’s own until he straddled the strong thighs, wrapping his arms around Ichigo’s back as sweetness made a return to their kiss.
When they finally broke apart for air, Kisuke turned his attention to the little nook where Ichigo’s jaw met his neck. Tiny, nibbling kisses left the substitute shinigami breathless as he attempted to return the favor by latching onto the only available part of Kisuke - his ear. An experimental lick was followed with a hard little bite to the lobe. Kisuke’s control snapped with an almost audible finality, and he slowly brought his face away so that he could stare deeply into Ichigo’s lust-darkened eyes.
“We’re taking this inside,” It was almost the voice he’d used when he’d been a shinigami captain, the intensity at an unrivaled level. Ichigo had no choice in the matter, but it didn’t exactly look like he wanted one.
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Ichigo marveled at his luck as he was half-dragged inside the shop by the most serious Kisuke he’d ever seen. They reached one of the bedrooms and Ichigo was lightly tossed inside while the shop owner closed and locked the door behind them. Then he turned to look at Ichigo, and the substitute shinigami had never felt hotter - even while he’d moved all those damn boxes.
“Kisuke,” he whispered, wanting. The older man came for him, gathered him up in his arms, kissed him until everything disappeared again. Dimly, Ichigo heard the sound of clothing being rustled and felt a thin mattress upon his back. Kisuke’s lips moved to the teen’s neck while Ichigo raggedly drew in breaths and tried to gather his scattered thoughts.
He realized that his cargo shorts were half a room away from him and Kisuke’s hands were making short work of his boxers. Kisuke himself was clad only barely in his trousers, everything else having obviously been thrown carelessly across the room. Ichigo stared at Kisuke’s hat-less hair and felt his heart fall even more in love.
But then he saw the gorgeous blonde’s head descend even further away from his neck, to gently bite at his nipples, and then Kisuke glanced up to catch Ichigo’s eyes.
The older man slid further down still, placing a kiss directly below the teen’s belly button, situating himself between Ichigo’s legs like he belonged there.
Kisuke’s hand did not tremble at all as it slid down Ichigo’s flank to grasp his thigh, roughly pulling it up to cup the blonde’s head. Soft, nibbling kisses trailed their way downward along the inside of the boy’s leg, and Ichigo just barely kept from bucking his hips. His muscles strained against themselves, but he wouldn’t tear his eyes away from Kisuke’s stare.
He sucked in a sharp gasp when the shop owner reached his goal, shuddering as the older man’s chuckled breath brushed against the tip of his erection. Ichigo barely stifled a whimper with his own hand, his eyes narrowed until they were only just open.
Out of nowhere, Kisuke’s tongue made a broad swipe at the head of Ichigo’s cock, and the teen very nearly lost his sanity. He cried out sharply, hips snapping upwards, head tossed back. Kisuke released another chuckle and placed his mouth at the base of Ichigo’s erection, gently sucking his way up. At the tip, Kisuke gave another long lick, before grabbing a hold of the boy’s cock and bringing it fully into his mouth.
Ichigo cried out - it sounded like the beginning of Kisuke’s name - and came harder than he ever had in all of his short life.

***

Kisuke hadn’t been surprised by the low tolerance for pleasure Ichigo had - he knew the boy would be inexperienced and tightly wound. He’d honestly been a bit surprised the teen had lasted as long as he had, but Kisuke’s thoughts on the matter were muddled and pushed to the back of his mind as his own arousal pulsed hard to the forefront. His cock ached with need for the boy in any capacity whatsoever, but there was a certain image in Kisuke’s mind that snagged his attention and really wouldn’t leave him be.
An image of Ichigo trapped beneath him, forced - but ultimately willing - to use his untried mouth to bring the older man to orgasm.

Oh, yes.

Kisuke positioned himself as Ichigo lay dazed by his own orgasm, pressed his knees to the sides of the boy’s shoulders and trapped his arms with his legs. He undid the last tie of his clothing and it separated to reveal an erection that certainly put the younger man to shame. Ichigo’s slight annoyance at that brought back alertness to his eyes as Kisuke pressed the head of his cock into a kiss with Ichigo’s slightly parted lips. Their breaths were equally heavy. Kisuke employed a gentle pressure with his erection, not forcing but not asking - more persuading; softly telling. Ichigo’s enigmatic eyes sought Kisuke’s, and the shop owner knew that it would never again be right unless that gaze was on him, just so.
Kisuke’s fingers weaved through the boy’s orange hair, cupped the back of his head, applied the same type of pressure as his cock. Ichigo swallowed perhaps a little nervously, but then he complied.
Kisuke slipped the tip - just the very tip - of his cock past a kiss-bruised lower lip, past shudder-inducing incisors, and just barely grazed the end of a warm, surprised tongue. Kisuke held very still, but his hand did not cease urging Ichigo forward. The tongue met his cock again, curious but no longer shy. It mapped the tip, wiggled slightly against the precum-slick opening. Kisuke gritted his teeth and knew that Ichigo would be a very lucky boy if the shop owner didn’t demand this pleasure from him twice a day for the rest of his life.
Kisuke knew that words were spilling from his mouth, endearments and encouragements, and he knew that some of them were especially dirty, but he simply couldn’t help himself. Nor could he save Ichigo from seeing this perverted side of him - the side that hungered, that obsessed. The pressure from his hand and his cock increased, until Ichigo’s mouth filled with him. The heat was incredible - the damp muscles closing around him doubly so - and Kisuke had precisely half a second of time left before he lost his mind completely and simply melted into the beast that lived only for this splendid, naughty, perfect boy. His cock hardened impossibly within Ichigo’s suckling mouth and his once gentle hand began to clutch the orange hair with purpose. His hips drew back, then sank in further. Ichigo’s eyes narrowed with purpose and his mouth began to truly come alive around Kisuke’s cock.

“That’s it,” whispered Kisuke, involuntarily. “Ichigo, yes, yes…”

Teeth scraped for the brightest of moments, either by accident or experiment, and Kisuke swore uncharacteristically and loudly. Ichigo’s darkened eyes glanced up at him, but Kisuke’s unmatched pleasure must have been extremely obvious, for the boy smirked around his mouthful. Kisuke groaned as the teeth continued to scrape in random places, the talented tongue flicking and rubbing and pressing everywhere at once. Kisuke fell forward onto his free hand, reduced to brute thrusts as he held Ichigo’s sweet face still for his cock to use.
Nothing in Kisuke Urahara’s life had ever been so perfect than that moment, with that boy. His hips surged with a little more strength than was wise. His lungs labored for air around his mumbled professions of love, of Ichigo’s name, of everything the boy meant to him. His heart thrashed within his chest to no rhythm other than chaos. His vision fizzed into white as his impending orgasm encompassed every part of him.
He screamed something, he didn’t know what, and clutched the orange head to him with desperate strength as his cock imploded with a rapturous violence. He kept his eyes open out of sheer force of will, and when he saw his cum fill Ichigo’s mouth - well up and spill out around his still thrusting erection - he felt like he came again right after the last godly pulse of the first orgasm passed.
He whispered to his lover in an exhausted but blissful tone, convulsing when Ichigo swallowed around his fading erection. He pulled himself out of that sinfully tempting mouth and hauled the boy up into his arms so that they faced each other. Ichigo’s tongue darted out to catch a stray drop of Kisuke’s semen on his own lower lip while he waited for the older man to speak.
Kisuke was unable to utter anything at all. His mind began to remember some of the shamefully delightful things he’d uttered as he’d defiled the boy’s mouth completely. “Yes, Ichigo… fuck yes… my cock… take it like that… love it, love you… need you… yes… swallow me, swallow it, Ichigo!”

Kisuke gently brought their lips together, feeling as if he could finally be tender with the boy, show him that lust didn’t rule all of the shop owner’s actions.
But then Ichigo whispered something, and Kisuke was all wound up in his lust again, forcing their lips together in a searing kiss with a definitely possessive edge.
***
Ichigo said, “I love you,” and smiled when Kisuke’s attempt at gentleness faded quickly into passion.
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