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Pain Redefined	By : MishikoShinsei Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1844 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Pain Redefined

Author: Mishiko Shinsei

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Kensei/Urahara

Beta: SerenaJ and KelD

Spoilers: Nada

Disclaimer: Though I wish that I owned several of the luscious Bleach characters, Bleach and all it's manga, anime and other parts are the property of Tite Kubo and his affiliates; no moolah has come my way for having my wicked way with the Bleach yummies.

Summary: Semi-AU. A ‘walk on the wild side’ develops into a ‘wild on the walk side.’
Pain Redefined
It had started out quite simply; as a meaningless bet with my two best friends.
“He’s too goofy,” Love had laughed. “He wouldn’t even know that you’re making a pass at him.”
“Au Contraire, mon frere,” Rose had countered. “I sense a baroque symphony beneath that dime-store jingle exterior.”
I had ignored both of those knuckleheads and continued to study my newest prey, Kisuke Uruhara. Upon hindsight, I should have listened to Rose. Not that it would have changed the course of action I chose, but I may have been better prepared for what awaited me.
The new Captain of the twelfth squad was just another in a fairly long list of shinigami, and humans, who had caught my eye. Having lived for more than 500 years as an adult had granted me ample opportunities to play, especially once gender ceased being important to me about 300 years ago.
Opportunities of which I have availed myself often.
So, when the new Captain flitted into his first official meeting 10 minutes late, eyes wide and guileless, I immediately knew what I’d be doing for the next few months.
Or should I say who…
I’d approached him several days later with some innocuous observation about ‘the perils of being a new Captain,’ offering assistance from myself, Love or Rose, if he needed it. I think Hirako may have known what I was up to, but he’d merely grinned his shark-teeth at me and walked away.
I’d continued to chat the taller blonde up for the next few weeks, eventually making my move over a bottle of sake and polite conversation in my quarters. His lips were amazingly soft and luscious. And Fuck! Could he kiss! Frottage, hand jobs, and blow jobs aside, his kisses definitely drove me into more than a few dozen orgasms.
“Kensei,” he’d moaned the first time I took him.
I knew I wasn’t his first man, but I think I may have been the first to top him, or least the first to top him in a long time. He was so tight and tense that I’d had to use both a rim job and my fingers to loosen him properly.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not adverse to a little tongue play, but I hadn’t had to work that hard in a long while. Though I’m sure my blow job and ‘happy ending’ were what really made him loose.
I’d coated myself and slipped into his slick and yielding passage, his heavier frame writhing beneath me as his arms and legs had wrapped around me like a constrictor. That first time, I’d been gentle with him, getting him used to the act of receiving my cock. Not to brag, but my endowment is both longer and wider than either Love’s or Rose’s. And considering that they are both taller than me by several inches and each outweigh me by at least 40 pounds, I consider that quite impressive.
Not that I hold much of a candle to Kisuke. But then, I’m sure there aren’t many men who do.
The first time I beheld the marvel that is Kisuke Urahara’s cock, I admit that it made me question my manhood. Not only is it porn-star long, but it’s even thicker than mine! I was very happy to find out that it was hypersensitive to touch and that I could practically make him cum on command.
What was supposed to be a brief two or three month tryst, had instead turned into a torrid three year affair; one that I couldn’t get enough of, though I was loathe to admit that even to myself. Kisuke Urahara had become my whole world. What I didn’t know at the time was that I was also his; just not in the way I’d imagined.
Another simple beginning had played upon that false sense of security.
“I want to spank you, Kensei.”
It had been a reasonable request in my mind. I’d spanked Kisuke many times over the years; sometimes with a paddle, but mostly with my hands. He’d always arched into it, moaning and gasping as if it were the most pleasurable experience he’d ever had.
At least until I’d shoved my cock into his ass…
Fuck! I still can’t get over how great it was to fuck Kisuke’s ass. No matter how often I pounded into him, he never seemed to be satisfied. And he was always so fucking tight! Strangely enough, he never wanted to be on top. I offered, believe me, I offered plenty of times. I wanted to feel the stretch of pleasure and pain that I was sure would come from that monster cock.
So, I let him spank me to be fair and as my consolation prize.
Kisuke’s version of spanking differed quite a bit from mine. He liked tying me up to spank me; usually to the posts of his bed. And usually spread eagle. And usually hard enough to leave bruises. But then after that…
Fuck! It almost makes me cum just thinking about what he’d do afterward.
First, he’d lick my ass all over, adding increasingly harder open-mouthed kisses as he went along. Then he’d subject me to the most erotic and thorough rim-job I’d ever received in my life! What made it the most erotic thing ever is that he always felt and sounded like her couldn’t get enough of my ass before he’d perform the best blow job on the planet.
It would always start with butterfly kisses on my balls and up my shaft. Then he’d lap those same areas like a cat. Then a series of increasingly harder nips and bites to my sack; and an open-mouthed kiss to the area between my sack and my hole. And then he’d bite my ass a bit before suddenly deep-throating me and humming.
You’d think he’d allow me to come then, but no. Instead he’d pull back and from beneath me, lube up his monster cock and tease me mercilessly by rubbing it back and forth across my entrance. When I’d try to press back and get it to go in, he’d chide me with, “Tsk. Such a bad boy, Kensei,” before smacking my ass a few more times.
After a few rounds of that, he’d return to his prone position beneath me. He’d then slide my ram-rod hard cock down his throat and swallow, pulling back at the very last minute and denying me release. I’d then scream myself hoarse begging him to finish me.
Sure, a few times he’d shove a dildo up my ass without any prep, but it only added to the experience. When he’d finally let me come, I swear I’d shoot a gallon of jizz down his throat.
We’d followed that routine for a few months and I admit that it was getting a little stale, but then he’d changed things up on me.
At first, that set of bites on my ass were light to medium, then he’d started to draw blood. It only made me that much hornier when the pain level increased, which is probably why he’d also started using bigger dildos.
Looking back now, maybe I should have stopped him when he wanted to pierce my nipples. I think that’s where I completely lost myself to Kisuke’s ministrations.
At the time, I’d just figured he’d wanted us to wear matching rings. Like married couples do. After all, by that time, we’d been together for nearly four years. That was the longest I’d ever been with one playmate in my entire life! The next longest was a paltry three months. I thought we were in love, so I did whatever I could to please him.
But I should have worried when he wanted to do the piercing himself; should have worried when the act of piercing my flesh made him so horny, he demanded that I fuck him just after putting a ring in each nipple.
Really, truly should have worried when the spanking he gave me afterward with a small-spiked glove that he’d created in his spare time made me come harder than I had when I fucked him.
But, I was in love. And I was enjoying everything. So I thought, ‘whatever.’
I did veto the wheel after my first time on it. That shit was just too freaky for me.
But I didn’t mind the nipple clamps. Especially the ones that stung, but didn’t make me bleed too much. And because Kisuke would let me fuck him hard each time he’d put them back in, I’d let him take the nipple rings out and replace them just before the holes closed up completely. It hurt like a son-of-a-bitch, but my cock was happy, so…
The scrotum ring took a little longer for him to talk me into. He’d wanted to pierce the head of my dick, but I’d vetoed that right quick. We’d done my tongue probably the month before, and an ear bar probably the week before that, so I wasn’t feeling the massive pain that I was sure would come with a needle in that particular place.
He’d backed off for a few months and then tried again, presenting the request while I was out of my mind with pleasure-pain from his latest version of the ultimate blow job.
My cock was past his tonsils, the dildo that he’d molded from his monster cock was sticking out of my un-lubed ass, the nipple clamps were sparking lightly with the electricity from one of Kisuke’s machines and the spiked gloves on his hands were digging fiercely into my ass.
He’d pulled my cock from his throat and asked me at least five times, before giving up his quest and allowing me to spurt copious amounts of my seed down his throat. The next day, he’d put a piecing in my sack, allowing me to fuck him senseless afterward; the pain of the still-healing wound spurring me on.
Six weeks later, I had a ring through the head of my dick. I used a condom to fuck Kisuke that time; didn’t want to lose my platinum wedding band after all.
Kisuke wore his matching band as a piercing through the back of his neck; it was the only time he’d ever let me mark him.
His last request for me before we’d unwillingly parted ways, we used only once.
“Chains, Keiske?” I’d balked. “How the hell am I going to keep that out of sight under my clothes? I’m in enough trouble already because of everything else!
By this time, I’d added a brow piercing, a Helix to the ear that didn’t have the bar, four more holes in each ear and several subcutaneous bars just above my left wrist.
Our time together had just passed the 10-year mark, and I was looking forward to many more years of pleasure-pain with then man whom I’d considered my life-mate; my husband.
The night before the chain conversation he’d actually gotten me to talk rationally about blood play, though I doubted I’d ever be able to go through with it.
Heh, like I never thought I’d ever let him pierce my dick. Though I guess that was kind of special.
“It would only be when we’re playing,” he’d smiled. Meaning only when he wanted to put me in the stocks and beat my ass before ramming that monster dildo into my hole.
But that night…
Maybe he knew. Maybe he knew that the shit was about to hit the fan and that we’d…
I’d knelt on the cold stone of the dungeon floor, waiting patiently as he’d locked me in securely. Then he’d attached the small, silver chains; one to each nipple ring, one to the ring in my dick, and one to the ring in my sack. He’d then attached each of those chains to a slightly longer chain, which he’d then wrapped around his wrist and settled his yukata-clad form in a recliner in front of me. He’d then spent the next hour alternating between tugging lightly on the master chain and yanking just enough to increase my pain until I came with a loud yell all over the floor in front of me.
Almost instantly he’d removed the chains and had my deflated member in his mouth sucking it back to life again. As soon as my stature was assured, he removed his yukata and shoved his dick into my mouth. I lavished my treat.
Though he spent practically every moment we were alone with my dick down his throat, for some reason, he rarely allowed me the same privilege. So I always enjoyed having him try to choke me with his horse cock whenever I could. Just as I was sure I’d taste the first burst of his cum, he’d stepped away, panting hard.
What seemed moments later, he was spanking me with the newest innovation on his spiked gloves. It allowed Kisuke to combine all eight sets of the gloves into one which alternated spike types and sizes at his verbal command.
“Seven,” he’d breathed, the spikes adding a small barb at the end which would feel as though my flesh were being torn away, though no such mark would appear
“Five,” he’d moaned, the spikes becoming wider, and denser, offering greater pain due to their increased mass and size.
“One,” he’d gasped, sounding more turned on than I’d ever heard him, the spikes becoming almost feather-like, since that was the lowest setting with the smallest spikes and offering the least amount of pain.
“Four,” he’d groaned, the suddenly electrified, medium-sized spikes sending a jolt through me just before his monster cock impaled me.
“Kensei,” he’d murmured almost reverently as he’d slowly fucked me.
Ten years. In ten years he’d never…I should have known something was wrong then. But all I could do was ride the wave of pleasure-pain and emotional euphoria as we came together for the first and last time.
The next day, my squad went out to investigate the disappearance of several shinigami never to return to the seireitei again. It would be nearly 100 years later when Kisuke and I would have time to actually talk to each other.
“I’m sorry, Kensei,” he’d offered. He wouldn’t look at me.
Though we hadn’t had time to talk, he’d spent time with me along with the other Visoreds as he helped us get used to our new existence and abilities. He no longer had his nipple rings and a discrete check of his person as he slept one day revealed that his wedding band was gone as well.
“Kisuke…” I’d lifted his face to mine, knowing by the layers of guilt swimming there that my Kisuke was gone forever.
“I forgive you, Kisuke,” I’d offered to that weary visage.
A spark had shown in his eyes before he’d yanked me down by my hair and kissed me fiercely. I’d returned the favor until he’d pulled back with a sharp nip on my tongue.
Longing and resignation had warred in his eyes before he’d turned away with a sigh.
“Thank you, Mugurama,” he’d stood. “We’ll finish the plan for the war with Aizen tomorrow.”
I’d watched my Kisuke, no ‘Hat and Clogs’ Urahara, walk away. With the use of my last name, he’d severed our ties.
And that gave me one more reason to hate Souseke Aizen.
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