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Dangerous Game	By : katami Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2845 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of the characters and I am getting nothing from this but my own twisted satisfaction

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Author's Notes: This one is totally Owl's fault. I blame her entirely and bless her for it. I have no idea if more will come from this, but it was fun to play with this idea.

This story has no relation to �A Shadow of What Was�. I will take a moment a assure everyone that I have not forgotten about 'Shadow' - I am just enjoying a major lack of time, coupled with an insane block, and characters who are in a death match about who gets seen next. I will thank everyone for their patience while I bang my head against the wall and hope they find this tidbit enjoyable instead.

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He stared down into calm gray eyes, eyes that stared back at him without a trace of fear or revulsion. He should have been afraid, he should have been terrified. But the man pinned to the floor under him had never responded normally, a fact Shirosaki was beginning to appreciate.

He let Zangetsu bite a little deeper into the blonde's throat, waiting to see what Urahara would do. He imagined being helpless was a novel experience for the other man; but his staff was gone and his sword was across the room - a Hollow between them. You didn't get much more helpless than that.

"You won't kill me," the blonde murmured quietly, his voice filled with confidence.

"And why the fuck is that?" growled Shirosaki even as some part of him rebelled instantly at the thought of harming this man.

"Because Kurosaki-kun would never hurt me," came Urahara's soft voice as he shifted slightly under the Hollow. Golden eyes stared down at the green garbed man lying supine beneath him, the man his king had been fucking for over a month, the man Ichigo loved - even if he wasn't ready to apply that word to his feelings. No, Kurosaki Ichigo would sooner die than hurt this man...

Only he wasn't Kurosaki.

He let his grip on Urahara's right wrist tighten until he could feel bones grate under his fingers and a slight wince appeared on that delicately beautiful face. "You will not hurt me," reiterated the other man, eyes slipping closed for a moment before they opened, still calm, still serene. Shirosaki leaned forward, putting more weight on his sword and opening a thin line of red across that long, graceful neck. He watched in fascination as a drop of blood slowly welled.

"Wouldn't hurt ya, huh?" he taunted with a dark sneer.

"No, you won't, Shirosaki-kun, because you are a part of him and he wouldn't," murmured the blonde before pressing up and sealing their lips together.

Golden eyes widened and for a moment the Hollow was honestly shocked. No one had ever kissed him before and nothing had prepared him for the thought that Ichigo's lover might. The other man was supposed to fear him, hate him, not kiss him. But soft warm lips were brushing over his and a wet tongue licked delicately at his bottom lip, urging his mouth to open.

A long, graceful hand caressed his cheek, settling in his hair and urging him closer. Shirosaki went, not sure what else he could do. The blonde's tongue parted his lips and slipped into his mouth, sliding over his own tongue. Golden eyes slipped closed as the kiss went on and Shirosaki struggled to understand what was happening.

Zangetsu was gently pushed away from a tender throat and the Hollow's eyes opened as he pulled back to blink at the man still laying calmly under him. A faint smile played over the blonde's lips and there was something deep and foreign in his eyes. Shirosaki frowned, wondering if he shouldn't have cut the shopkeeper, but for some reason he no longer wanted to see the other man awash in his heart's blood. The few small drops his cut had pulled seemed enough.

He leaned forward to lap at the blood, shocked when Urahara turned his head and bared his throat, the gesture speaking to a long dormant part of him. The slightly bitter taste of copper danced over his tongue, laced with power, and under that something else - something that was uniquely Urahara. He growled softly as the blonde's hand returned to his hair, expecting to be pulled away; but strong fingers only massaged his scalp and a low sound of capitulation slipped from the blonde as he once again licked the cut he had made.

"Mine," he hissed, the words dragged from his throat without conscious knowledge or thought, but once they were spoken he knew they were true. And knew they were important.

His head was tugged from the blonde's throat to stare into endless gray eyes. "Yours," acknowledged the former Shinigami, a smile quirking his lips.

Shirosaki frowned, something nagging at the back of his mind. "His?" he demanded with annoyance, not liking the idea of another having claim on something he had taken as his.

Urahara merely tipped his head, that enigmatic little smile on his lips. "Still yours," he pointed out, pressing their lips together again. Shirosaki growled softly, not entirely liking that the other's claim hadn't been refuted. A possessive hunger rose in him and he returned the other man's kiss with a brutal intensity.

The older man somehow turned aside the roughness and a few minutes later the Hollow found himself exploring the blonde's mouth, tasting him and twining his tongue with the blonde's. He was beginning to like kissing and he suspected Urahara possessed a certain skill at it. He snarled softly when the other man's mouth left his, the sound turning into a low warbling hiss as those warm lips trailed over his jaw and down his throat. A wet tongue caressed a spot that sent a small jolt of pleasure through him before teeth clamped firmly on the soft flesh. The Hollow moaned, body arching and tightening at the sharp pleasure.

Urahara chuckled and licked the bruised flesh. Shirosaki groaned, one hand tangling in blonde hair and jerking the blonde's head to the side. He nuzzled the long neck before closing his teeth sharply over the blonde's pulse point, laying his tongue against it and feeling the rush of blood. "Mine!" he snarled, biting the blonde again and delighting as Urahara's hips bucked against his, a soft sound ripped from the older man. He pulled back to stare at the darkening bruise on that pale throat, a deep feeling of satisfaction welling up from inside him. This was his, marked and acknowledged. His.

Strong hands settled at his hips and gently but firmly began moving them, sending a fissure of awareness through the Hollow. He became aware of his body in a way he never had before, feeling the fluttering tightness coiling in belly and the aching hunger building in his groin. He groaned and began moving to the rhythm the other man had set, savoring the jolts of pleasure that went through him each time his cock rubbed against the blonde.

He nipped and sucked at Urahara's throat, moaning when his gi was forced open and fingers delicately traced over his chest. And instant later nails dragged sharply over the skin, raising welts and making him hiss. The fingers returned to run gently around his nipples before pulling sharply at the sensitive flesh. "Good?" asked Urahara, merriment and the certainty that it was dancing in those twinkling gray eyes.

Shirosaki nodded, roughly tugging open the other man's gi and staring at the pale flesh now bared. He ran a proprietary hand over the toned chest, exploring the different feel of the various patches of skin and the subtle play of the muscles under his fingers. His fingers brushed peach colored nipples watching them harden. Faint pink lines appeared when he ran his nails over the porcelain skin and his fingers drew peels of laughter when applied to the blonde's belly. He grinned down at the Shinigami, thinking he could come to like this.

He gasped as Urahara reversed their positions, the older man straddling his hips. The blonde made no move to get up or to reach for a sword, instead he leaned down and a pink tongue darted out to tease the Hollow's left nipple. Shirosaki groaned and tangled his fingers in the silky blonde hair, holding the other man's head in place. "More," he hissed, not quite sure what more there was, but instinct insisting there was more and that he wanted it.

"Demanding," chided the older man gently, sounding more amused than chastising. Since he didn't stop his attentions to his nipples, Shirosaki didn't much care either way.

His hakama was deftly undone and a warm hand slid under the cloth to caress his aching cock. Shirosaki shouted, hips arching automatically into the touch. Urahara chuckled softly and teeth closed around his nipple, making the Hollow hiss. "Just enjoy, Shirosaki-kun. It gets better," purred the blonde, drawing his cock out and stroking him, long smooth strokes that had him gasping and panting, straining for more.

"Did you really think I would fear you? Fear this? You are his darkness, but you are still his. Still a part of him," growled Urahara softly, gray eyes gleaming with power and knowledge. Gone was the jovial mask and underneath lurked something both dark and powerful, something that made the Hollow want to lick his lips and hiss a challenge.

He knocked the older man off him, pinning him roughly to the floor and ripping away his pants. He gave a pleased growl as more pale flesh came into view; long legs, slim hips, and a graceful cock. He trailed a single finger up the straining length, smirking at the soft hiss the action drew from the man beneath him. His finger circled the tip and he stared at the fluid, an agile tongue drifting out to taste as mercurial gray eyes caught his. Urahara moaned and his hand tightened.

"Fuck that's good," hissed the redhead, golden eyes burning.

"I do have some experience with that body," chuckled Urahara, wicked amusement glittering in his eyes. "Now, just behave, Shirosaki-kun," drawled the blonde, pushing him to the ground and holding him there with one hand. The Hollow hissed in annoyance, one hand encircling the blonde's wrist and tightening dangerously.

"You ain't fuckin' me," he growled softly.

"No, I was actually thinking of sucking you, but if you don't want that," replied the older man, his voice teasing and his eyes twinkling with delight. The Hollow growled warningly and Urahara grinned. "Just relax, Shirosaki-kun," purred the older man in that completely insincere and untrustworthy tone of voice he used whenever he was trying to get someone to trust him. Golden eyes narrowed dangerously but grew wide as the blonde slithered down his body, smiling at him from between his legs. He watched as a pink tongue darted out, circling the tip of his cock and sending a burst of lust soaked pleasure shooting through his body. Urahara smirked, lips closing around him and making Shirosaki curse. Heat and wetness washed away everything else, and then came gentle suction and the silky slide of that clever tongue

Curses spilled out of the Hollow and his hips bucked, trying to get more. Strong hands slammed his hips back down and grey eyes gleamed with power and wicked sensual delight. That incredible mouth slid lower, teeth scraping over his length and making him moan in bliss. Shirosaki tangled his fingers in the former Shinigami's hair, clutching, tugging, anything to get more. Nails scraped sharply up his thigh, adding just a hint of pain to the blinding pleasure. The hollow's breathed hissed out in quick little pants, the tension filling his body seeming to wind tighter and tighter within him. The feelings Urahara was forcing through him were a maddening contradiction of ecstasy and frustrated longing.

There was more hanging just beyond his grasp, Shirosaki could feel it, and he wanted it. He snarled as the blonde sucked hard on his tip, bucking his hips and forcing the older man to take him deeper. A chuckle spilled out of Urahara, the vibrations drawing a startled shout from Shirosaki. A moment later nails raked sharply over his belly and his right nipple was being twisted. The hollow screamed, his body stiffening as the tension inside him exploded in a wash of pleasure that left him feeling weak.

He moaned as he felt the blonde swallowing the last pulse of his release. Warm lips slid slowly up his shaft and golden eyes opened to find the blonde smirking at him with smug satisfaction. He pulled the older man down, licking at his mouth and growling softly as he tasted himself.

There was smug amusement in those grey eyes, and secrets upon secrets, a maze of light and laughter that hid a core as dark and savage as his own. The hollow grinned, rolling and reversing their positions, staring down at the older man. "I could get to like it out here," he purred, a hand sliding down the former Shinigami's side and then closing around his cock. He stroked, watching as pleasure chased across the older man's features, washing away the hardness and that faintly conniving air the blonde always seemed to have. Desire made the other man beautiful.

His smirked and gently explored the blonde's cock and balls, caressing and petting. Sharp golden eyes watched as that long body shifted and writhed, fingers clawing at the floor. Quick little gasps and soft moans told of the blonde's delight and made the hollow grin. He was beginning to understand the draw of this man, holding power over him was a heady sensation and his bed skills were more than impressive.

Long fingers tangled in his hair and dragged his head down so that Urahara could kiss him. It was hot and wet and made the hollow purr, liking the faint hint of desperation the kiss seemed to hold. "Faster," growled Urahara, grey eyes meeting gold and filled with hard-edged lust. Shirosaki chuckled but obeyed, curious to see what release did to the older man.

Urahara writhed and panted until the hollow planted a hand on his chest to hold him still, continuing to stroke the blonde. Tension suffused that lean frame and his face seemed to twist as if in agony, mouth opening on a silent scream before orgasm seized him.

Shirosaki stared at the pearly fluid covering his hand, frowning slightly. "I dare you," came a languid purr, making him glance at the blonde. The older man was relaxed and had the look of a sated predator, grey eyes filled with shimmering darkness and wicked amusement. The hollow glared at him but the blonde just kept smirking. Shirosaki considered hurting him, killing him even, but the memory of the older man's mouth made him pause. He wanted Urahara around to do that again. He finally settled on wiping his hand on the blonde's thigh, earning a bright peel of laughter and Urahara pulling him down to kiss him.

He felt Ichigo pulling at him, clawing to escape and slid back into the shadows of his counterpart's soul, promising himself that he would slink back. He had enjoyed Urahara Kisuke far to much to allow Ichigo a monopoly on the older man.
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