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Self-Identifying Straight Males	By : crunchysalad Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 7009 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or its characters. I am not making any money from this piece of fiction.

Chapter List
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Chapter mirror: http://archiveofourown.org/works/264045/chapters/614759
Review responses: Because it's such a hassle to respond to individual reviews on this site, I decided not to do it anymore :( But please know that I'm reading every review and that each one means a lot to me. If I get questions then I'll answer them in the beginning of the next chapter, and if you want you can comment on the fic on AO3 (I always reply to those in a few days at most). I don't think you need to be a member to comment, but I could be wrong.
Mirrors: There might be some drama! I'm not sure what I'm ultimately going to do with Rukia. I know at one point I want her to be pretty (justifiably) angry with Ichigo because he's doing porn and other things, but I'm not sure what I want to do with them after that.
toujourseveille: Yes, I am familiar with that site! I'm actually not a big fan because it seems pretty fake to me (one of my friends and I actually debate its veracity from time to time; she's convinced it's real), but I have to admit I enjoy the premise.
satterb: This is more in response to your review on Paternal Affairs, but sorry I've been missing for so long! I've really had writer's block when it comes to Bleach these past several months. It's just not really inspiring me to write anymore. . . but I at least want to finish the things I've started. It just might take me awhile!
Person who thinks this fic is hot: I've seen both Salaryman and Salariman used in regards to the Japanese, but I like the latter because it's more Engrish, so it feels more culturally Japanese to me. And you're totally right, Urahara should definitely have called Renji Akira. It's been so long that I can't remember if I made that mistake myself or if I put in there deliberately to show that the guys weren't above making mistakes!
mm08: Thanks for pointing that out! I wasn't even thinking of the standard days method when I wrote this (it wasn't around when I was growing up so I was taught not to rely on calendar-based methods). I changed the footnote to reflect this, and later on in the story it will become clear that Rukia's just using the old calendar-rhythm method by itself and not corroborating by checking symptoms.
Thank you to Mirrors, Saka_Sandora, toujourseveille, panda girl, satterb, littlelost, CanadiangirllovesHP, Person who thinks this fic is hot, mm08for, mizperceived, Skalidra, and XXXXX for reading and reviewing!
General Update: Sorry, everyone, for the lack of updates on this and all my other stuff. Hopefully I'll be able to update more often in the near future.

Chapter Two
Ichigo read the text up on the screen.
"Akira and Hiroshi are just two typical college students. They're roommates who go to school together, double date together, and now even jerk off together. Watch as they use dildos on themselves and stroke themselves to completion as they watch porn together."
There was a link to the full video, but Ichigo wasn't sure he wanted to click on it.
"I'll send you the log-in information. After all, you're one of the stars, you shouldn't have to pay to watch it."
Ichigo almost jumped at Urahara's voice. He looked behind him, flushing a little at Urahara's anticipatory smirk and the bottles of beer in his hand. Urahara handed one to him and he gratefully took it, downing half of it in just a few seconds.
"I'm so glad you came," Urahara said. "To be honest, I wasn't expecting you to."
Ichigo nodded. He wasn't expecting himself either, to be honest. But it was a big enough sum of money to make him consider it, and besides. . . he couldn't help but be curious. Fingers had felt so good, so how would something bigger up there feel? He had done himself with his fingers a few times since he had last seen Urahara, and he swore it felt better and better each time.
"I already have the description from the next video typed up," Urahara said. "If you two decide to do it."
Ichigi blushed as Urahara's arms came up around him in order to reach the keyboard. He was right behind him, close enough that Ichigo could feel his body heat and smell his cologne. A man's cologne, the scent of it turning Ichigo off a little bit. Soon enough the description was up on the screen for Ichigo to read, though Urahara didn't move away from him.
"After jerking off together, Akira and Hiroshi have a thought. . . why not jerk each other off? Someone else's hand is always better than your own, after all. And maybe after masturbating each other and making out, they'll realize that they can still have fun even without their girlfriends."
Making out? Ichigo wasn't sure that he could kiss another man, let alone his roommate. The whole notion of it just seemed odd.
"I don't know," he said. "We'll have to think about it."
"Think as long and as hard as you need to."
Urahara moved from behind Ichigo then, causing the nervous young boy to breath a short sigh of relief. He chugged down the rest of his beer and looked around the room, anywhere but where Urahara was sitting down on the bed. There wasn't much to look at, though. Just a typical apartment bedroom, with a minimal amount of mess and a few knick knacks laying around.
Urahara couldn't help but laugh inside as Ichigo looked pretty much anywhere but at him. The young man looked like he would be a bit of a delinquent, rude and aggressive, but he was actually rather shy. But Urahara quite liked that about him. Ichigo was just the type of boy he liked to play around with. He patted the bed next to him, smile spreading as Ichigo got up and came to sit down next to him. He pressed his bottle of beer into Ichigo's hand, replacing the one Ichigo had just finished and left on the desk.
Ichigo quickly closed his fingers around the second bottle and started gulping. He had sat down on the bed, but had kept some distance between Urahara and himself. He was sitting as rigidly as a metal pole, every muscle tense to the point of aching. He wasn't sure if he could go through with this, needed the alcohol to push him through this. It didn't take long at all before he downed his second bottle.
"Do you want a shot?" Urahara asked, seeing that Ichigo still needed to relax a bit more.
Ichigo nodded his head so hard that Urahara thought it might come flying off. Urahara smiled and went out to the living room, where he filled a coffee mug halfway with scotch. It was a big "shot," sure, but he figured that Ichigo could leave whatever he didn't want in the cup. He made his way back to his bedroom, where Ichigo was sitting in the same exact position as he left him. He handed him the mug and watched as Ichigo chugged some down, cringing as he did so.
"Let me know if you want to stop at any point," Urahara said. Though he didn't promise that he would listen. . . Ichigo was too enticing to pass up, and he wasn't above a little coercion, especially when there weren't cameras around to catch it. At any rate, Ichigo seemed like a stubborn enough fellow. The kind to follow through with whatever they put their mind to.
"I'm fine," Ichigo said, feeling the alcohol burn its way down his throat. He had drank a lot in a short amount of time, and he could feel his body reacting to it. Could feel his mind getting fuzzy and his temperature rise.
"Don't drink too much, now," Urahara said. "You still need to be able to perform, after all. Plus I can't promise I won't do anything to you once you pass out."
Ichigo froze as a hand fell onto his thigh and started to knead it. His fingers went white where they were gripped around the coffee mug. Relax, he told himself, just relax. It was just a hand. Just a mini-massage. Having drunk enough, Ichigo placed his cup on Urahara's nightstand, and waited awkwardly for cues as to what to do next.
"Can I kiss you?"
Ichigo shook his head no. He imagined chapped lips and stubble against his skin and none of that appealed to him.
"Do you need some porn?" Urahara asked.
"I just want to get this over with," Ichigo admitted. He was a blunt person naturally, so there was no need to stop now.
Urahara smirked at the response. Ichigo was just too cute. Ichigo had said no kissing, but Urahara was only asking about the lips. So he figured kissing elsewhere would be okay. He placed his hand on Ichigo's hip and pulled them together just a little bit, then blew some air into the canal of Ichigo's ear. He saw the shiver than ran out over Ichigo's skin at the action. He smiled and placed a kiss on Ichigo's jawline, then kissed his way lower and lower, until he was at the man's neck. Then he nestled his head into the crook of Ichigo's neck before sucking a piece of flesh into his mouth.
Ichigo made a strange, "uh~nn" kind of noise at the contact, something that spoke of pleasure and repression. Urahara managed to look up to see that Ichigo had his eyes shut and was biting down on his lip. Well, at least he wasn't protesting. Urahara returned his attention to Ichigo's neck, where he spent a good amount of time licking and sucking at the skin. Hopefully Ichigo's girlfriend wouldn't mind, or perhaps he could get a sister or female friend to show him how to cover the inevitable hickeys with make-up.
As Urahara breathed in Ichigo's scent and continued sucking on the man's neck, his hands started to move underneath Ichigo's shirt. They ran across the slightly dry skin that they found there, until one hand reached a small, pert nipple. Urahara pinched it and rolled it between his fingers, amused as Ichigo gasped and sucked in his breath. After tiring of nipple play, Urahara moved his hand back down that flat stomach, then cupped Ichigo's groin through the fabric of his pants. The boy was still limp, but Urahara could feel the heat of his bulge regardless.
Urahara moved away from Ichigo's neck.
"Why don't you get those clothes out of the way," he said, "so I can play with you properly."
Ichigo nodded and stood up as he did what he was asked. He still couldn't believe he was going through with this. He also couldn't believe that Urahara was making him feel so good. The man's tongue and fingers all seemed to have an expertise that Ichigo had never felt before. After he was naked Ichigo laid down on the bed and shut his eyes, spreading his legs out in preparation. His heart was racing. If Urahara was this good with just his fingers and mouth. . . maybe what was coming up next would be even better.
Urahara almost laughed as Ichigo laid back on the bed, eyes closed and body stiff as a board. Did he actually thinking they'd go right to penetration? No, no, Urahara needed to take his time and really savor the delectable body in front of him. He ran his hands up and down Ichigo's sighs, delighting in the way the movements sent shivers over the surface of his skin. Ichigo certainly was particularly sensitive. Or maybe he didn't indulge in proper foreplay with his girlfriend? Young men these days were all wham, bam, thank you ma'am, after all, and Ichigo didn't seem all that particularly well-versed in the art of sex.
No matter, though. Urahara forgot all about that and leaned forward to press a kiss against Ichigo's pectoral muscle. He kissed his way down to a pink nipple, which he took into his mouth and bit down on, ever so gently. Ichigo arched into the bite, so Urahara had no choice but to assume he liked it. As Urahara lavished oral attention on one nipple, he squeezed and pinched the other between two fingers. He played with them until they were both flushed red, then moved on to more. . . enticing parts of Ichigo's body. He couldn't help but smile when he was eye level with Ichigo's cock. It was still limp, despite the fact that Ichigo had responded fairly well to his ministrations so far. Urahara nuzzled against it with his cheek, not missing the way Ichigo tensed a little at the contact. He saw he'd have to work a bit to get what he wanted.
Urahara buried his nose against Ichigo's crotch, inhaling the man's unique musky scent. Coarse pubic hair tickled his nose as he pressed against the soft flesh. He looked up to see that Ichigo's eyes were still clenched shut, though Urahara didn't particularly care about that. He turned his attention back to Ichigo's cock, then dragged his tongue over the length of it, tip to base. As he mouthed and licked Ichigo's cock he brought his hands to the man's thighs, and started to knead and massage the tense muscles. Little by little Ichigo seemed to relax, probably through some combination of the alcohol and Urahara's attentions. He was still limp, though Urahara was sure to correct that now. He took Ichigo in his mouth, swallowing the soft flesh in one gulp, then started to suck.
It took some time, but Urahara didn't mind that. He was a patient man. He kept sucking on it as he stroked Ichigo's thighs, taking his time as Ichigo relaxed all the more, little by little. After awhile he felt Ichigo's dick start to respond to him. Urahara loved this feeling, the feeling of a cock growing hard inside his mouth. Pushing against his tongue and down his throat. As it grew it almost pushed him off, leaving the top part in his mouth while the base few inches of it was exposed. Urahara sucked and bobbed his head back and forth on it for a few minutes before he removed his mouth completely. He smiled down at Ichigo's cute cock, glistening wet with saliva, and gave it a few strokes for good measure.
Then he moved his mouth down lower. His tongue came out to thoroughly bath Ichigo's balls, swirling circles and patterns all along their surface. Ichigo had gorgeous balls, smooth and plump and pink as a baby's bottom. Urahara brought a hand back to Ichigo's cock, pulled it up and out of the way even as he kept stroking it. He pulled a testicle into his mouth, where he could suck and lick it to his heart's content. He could hear Ichigo's breath grow louder and deeper as he continued, could hear and feel the man finally get into their sex play.
Eventually, after giving copious amounts of attention to Ichigo's balls, Urahara was ready for a new target. He moved lower still, then pressed his tongue firmly against Ichigo's taint. He started to lick at it, pressing his tongue against it as hard as he could.
Ichigo's eyes shot open as a moan pushed out, quite involuntarily, from his mouth. Both his hands flew up to cover his lips, lest he make any other embarrassing sounds. What the hell was Urahara doing, licking him there? And why the hell did it feel so goddamned good? It was just a strip of flesh maybe a few inches long, but as Urahara's tongue rolled up and down over it, Ichigo felt like his whole body was on fire. He couldn't keep the moans in his throat from escaping, even if they were muffled into the palm of his hand.
He looked down, even as he flushed to do so. He could see his cock in Urahara's hand, dripping globs pre-cum over onto his stomach. And he could see the top of Urahara's head, all shaggy blond hair. At least he couldn't see the man's face. . . it would be odd to look down and see a guy's face in that area. Ichigo turned his eyes back up to look at that ceiling. He slowly removed his hands from his mouth, biting down on his lip instead to keep from moaning.
And that tongue. . . it was licking a longer and longer path, until it was dragging over his hole with each swipe. The sensation sent pleasure coursing through his entire lower body, made his hands clench down on the bed, made his teeth bite down enough to draw blood. Some part of him, the part that wasn't looking for a deep hole to hide in, was telling him to beg for more. The tongue brushing over his hole and taint felt so fucking good, but it was also such a fucking tease. He wanted something up there, and he was getting drunk and turned on enough that he was even considering begging for it. Instead, he spread his legs open even farther, letting Urahara know through his actions that he wanted more.
Urahara couldn't help but smile as Ichigo's legs opened up even more. He pressed a kiss to his taint, then worked his tongue lower, focusing solely on tracing circles and running it back and forth over that small hole. He could feel his cock twitch against the confines of his pants, aching hard and just a little bit painful. He loved fucking and being fucked and blow jobs, but for some reason nothing got Urahara stiffer than having his face buried in someone's ass. He teased that hole for a long time, licked every centimeter of it over and over again, enjoying Ichigo's taste. He could feel Ichigo shake and thrust futilely in his hands, could feel Ichigo's hole twitch and open. When he felt Ichigo was ready, he pushed his tongue into that small hole.
And was rewarded when Ichigo cried out in frenzied pleasure.
Urahara moved his tongue in and out, twisted it, swirled it around, anything and everything he could think of. Ichigo tasted so good and was making the most amazing little noises, Urahara could do this to Ichigo's hole all night. His cock, however, disagreed, twitching even harder against the fabric binding.
Easy, little guy, Urahara thought. You'll get your turn soon. As he continued rimming Ichigo he moved a hand from one of Ichigo's thighs to the crotch of his pants. He pressed against himself with his palm, but the touch whetted rather than mitigated the ache there. So he quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and drew his cock out from the hole in his boxers. By this point Ichigo was moaning and arching back against his tongue like a common whore. His hole seemed so relaxed that Urahara thought he could shove his cock up there without lube, but better safe than sorry. If he wanted Ichigo involved with more videos, he had better make sure the young man was having an amazing experience.
Urahara removed his tongue and replaced it with his thumb. He didn't penetrate, just rubbed back and forth against the hole, letting the pad of his thumb dip in just that little bit. With his thumb on Ichigo's entrance he could reach for his nightstand, where there was a waiting bottle of lubricant. He grabbed it and sat back, uncapping it with one hand. He poured a generous amount into the crevice of Ichigo's ass and over his hole, making the man jump a little at the sudden cold wetness. Goosebumps appeared on his skin where the lubricant touched him.
First Urahara worked the lube into Ichigo's hole with the tip of his thumb, but then he took that away and used a finger instead. Ichigo didn't seem to enjoy that as much, but some men didn't; fingers were more rigid than a cock or a silicone toy, after all. He only fucked Ichigo with his finger for as long as it took for him to drip lube all over his cock. Then he pulled it out, and pushed Ichigo's legs up with his hands.
"Wait," Ichigo said. He held his arms out so that his hands were pressed against Urahara's still clothed abdomen. He still wouldn't look at the other man, instead focusing on the ceiling. But this was still so odd. He couldn't deny that it felt good, that he wanted it, but at the same time he needed to do something to remove himself from the situation, even if it was by a bit. "Do we have to do this facing each other?"
Urahara chuckled at the request. "On your hands and knees then."
Ichigo scrambled over onto his hands and knees as quickly as he could, trying not to look at Urahara as he did so. But he caught enough to glimpse Urahara's slim but long cock, poking out from the clothes that still covered the man. He flushed and tried not to think about it, but than Urahara's hands were on his hips and he could actually feel it in the crevice of his ass, hot and hard. He couldn't believe he was doing this, couldn't believe he was letting a cock inside his ass. He was going to let a man fuck him. And he didn't want to stop it in the least. . . what the hell was wrong with him?
Urahara didn't penetrate him right away, though. He rubbed his cock back and forth over Ichigo's ass, let the tip rubbed against Ichigo's hole several times. A teasing promise that drove Ichigo crazy. He wanted it inside of him. It was crazy, but he wanted it.
"Please," he begged, shocked at how his voice seemed to quiver. "Put it in."
Urahara chuckled. He couldn't resist. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you. What do you want me to do?"
"Put it in," Ichigo said, voice as loud as he could get it without yelling. "Put your dick in my hole and fuck me."
Urahare chuckled again. "Of course. Your wish is my command."
Ichigo cried out as Urahara's cock pushed into him. He felt his own cock twitch, feel it shoot, jet after jet of cum spilling out of it and onto the bed sheets. He felt like he was going to black out. He felt like his limbs were going to give out. It was the best orgasm he had ever had in his life.
"Fuck," Urahara muttered, absolutely shocked. He wasn't usually the type of person to be surprised at. . . well, anything, but he was a bit surprised at this. "Did you come just from having me inside you?"
Ichigo could only breath deeply, too embarrassed to say anything in response.
"Well," Urahara said, surprise wearing off and his usual demeanor coming back, "just because you're finished doesn't mean I won't have my fun. I'll try to be as quick as I can, though."
And with that Urahara started to move. Perhaps it was the anticipation that made him feel this way, but fucking Ichigo was like a dream. The man was hot and tight, and there was a certain satisfaction in knowing that Urahara was his first man. No one had ever enjoyed the young man this way before, no one had culled those small moans and pants from his lips the way Urahara was doing now.
Ichigo couldn't help but moan and squirm as Urahara fucked him. His cock was going limp, but it still felt good. There was another man's cock inside of him, and he was loving every second of it. He wondered, not for the first time, what the hell was wrong with him. He felt the hands on his waist tighten, heard Urahara's voice through the fog of afterglow and pleasure that threatened to consume him.
"When I thrust into you," Urahara said. "Push back onto me. Don't just stay still. If I wanted to fuck a blow-up doll I can go buy one."
Ichigo cringed, but realized that Urahara had a point. He started to thrust backwards each time Urahara thrust forward, the slap of their flesh filling the air each time. Urahara fucked him harder and harder, until his hole almost felt numb from the pounding it was getting. Eventually his pace grew more erratic and his breathing more ragged.
"I want to come inside you," Urahara managed to get out, his voice strained. "Can I?"
Ichigo nodded, too tired to say anything in response.
With a grunt, Urahara started to come. He fell forward as he did, pushing Ichigo onto his stomach on the bed. His arms wound under Ichigo's armpits and up around his chest, locking them together as his seed spilled into the other man's body. He kept thrusting as his cock shot, though his thrusts grew more and more shallow with each one. Eventually he just moved his hips in circles, not thrusting at all, as his cock stayed inside of Ichigo's ass. And after a while it was too soft to stay in there, so he pulled it out, watched as a dribble of cum leaked out of Ichigo's now gaping hole and spilled down over those cute balls. Gorgeous. Urahara wished he had his camera around.
Urahara reached out and rubbed circles on Ichigo's back. The man was oddly silent, his face buried in the pillow, and except for his deep breathing he was barely moving.
"Are you okay?" Urahara asked. "How are you feeling?"
". . . Can I use your shower?"
"Sure," Urahara replied, watching as Ichigo got up and headed for the bathroom. The young man was flushed pink, looking all kinds of awkward and embarrassed, but it seemed like it would pass. Urahara couldn't help but smile. . . it seemed as though he would be able to get more videos out of Ichigo yet.
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