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Kurosaki Ichigo: Seireitei Gigolo

By Andrew J. Talon and The EroSennin

Based upon an idea by byakuryuu

Author's Note: I know, it's tough being a regular reader of mine. Hopefully this lemon chapter will improve your spirits.

WARNING: THIS IS A LEMON CHAPTER WITH SEX BETWEEN CONSENTING ADULTS. DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU BECAUSE I TOTALLY DID.

One week later...

Urahara waited outside the doors to what had been dubbed (with much giggling on his part) the "Training Room". He sipped a cup of tea, and every so often looked at his watch.

The entire Urahara Shoten shook around him. Ururu eeped as a number of packages fell upon her head, while Jinta huffed and scolded her. Tessai simply brought more tea to Urahara, and took a seat next to him.

"Do you think he's dead?" Tessai asked.

"Nope," Urahara said, calmly sipping his cup.

"Do you know that for sure?"

"Not until I get the film out of there, no," Urahara said. "But I've learned to never bet against Kurosaki-san."

A final rumble shook through the house, and the doors opened. Urahara smirked, but was graceful enough to hide it behind his fan as Tessai shook his head. Ururu and Jinta stopped their bickering and looked as well.

Out of the dark room emerged... Ichigo, looking disheveled, exhausted, and sporting a black eye... But alive.

"She's... Asleep," he got out gruffly. He walked over to a nearby couch, and collapsed on top of it face first. Urahara looked to Jinta and Ururu. The former was gaping in total disbelief, while Ururu's eternal blush was even deeper.

"Well! Come on! Get him some water and food! He needs it!" Urahara ordered in a disbelieving tone. The two constructs ran off quickly, though Jinta's laughter and Ururu's giggles carried through the open door. Urahara shook his head and looked over to Ichigo.

"Such rude children, honestly," Urahara said with a sigh. "Your sisters are much better behaved, Kurosaki-san... Kurosaki-san?"

"Zzzzzz..." Ichigo replied. Urahara checked his watch and chuckled.

"One week... And he outlasts her by... Ten minutes." Urahara shook his head. "You are a monster, aren't you Kurosaki? But if you can survive her..." He grinned.

"The rest will be a piece of cake! Ku ku ku ku!"

"Manager, you're doing the evil laugh again."

"I prefer the term 'maniacal', thank you..." Urahara hummed thoughtfully as he looked through the applications he had received. Discrete advertizement of his services was incredibly simple for a genius of his caliber, and he'd already gotten several.

"Hmm... No, no, no... Aha! Yes!" Urahara smiled and pulled out one application in particular. "This will do nicely."

"But manager," Tessai interjected, "isn't that a little too much, too fast?"

"If she's applying for it, then no, not on her end," Urahara said sagely. "Besides... I think we can both agree I owe her, badly."

Tessai slowly nodded. "That we can agree on Manager."

It was kind of messed up, when Ichigo first thought about it. Dress up like a dead man... Well, dead dead man, who looked like him, who Rukia had been in love with and had to kill.

For his first job, no less. Urahara wasn't pulling any punches, but he could see the logic: If he could handle this then he could handle any other emotional aspects of the job... Right?

Frankly, Ichigo was surprised Rukia was going for this. You think you know some people...

Standing here with his hair colored dark blue, vice-captain's badge tied to his bicep, he looked up as the door to the hotel in one of the nicer districts of Rukongai. Rukia stepped in, slowly entering, like a rabbit nervously looking around for predators. The typical haughtiness or seriousness in her gaze was gone when their eyes met. She just stared at him, so vulnerable and meek that it... It didn't seem real.

She closed the door behind her, and pressed her back against it for a moment. She steadied herself, and took a step forward. She stood at attention.

"V-Vice-Captain Shiba," she said quietly. Ichigo nodded at her, and took a deep breath, getting into character. He gave her a stern look.

"Kuchiki... You know why you're here, don't you?" Ichigo asked flatly. Rukia nodded.

"Y-Yes... I... I'm here to... To be..."

"To what, Kuchiki?" Ichigo asked sharply. Rukia shivered, and licked her lips. She was scared, Ichigo saw. Scared but... Excited.

"To be punished, V-Vice-Captain," she spoke. Ichigo did find enjoyment in his work, some genuine enjoyment, and despite his attempts to stay emotionally disconnected, well... It was Rukia. And this was hard for her. Something she both wanted, but... She was afraid to have. Something she didn't think she deserved.

Hence the punishment.

Ichigo sat down on the bed, and patted his lap.

"Kuchiki... Come here."

Trembling in a mixture of both lust and anxiety, Rukia slowly made her way to Ichigo. She looked away from his gaze, but Ichigo reached out to take her chin, almost gently, into his hand. She stared at him, eyes glistening.

"Kuchiki... Rukia..." He sighed and gave her an open, compassionate look, breaking character just long enough to say his piece.

"Trust me. It's okay."

Rukia closed her eyes, and slowly nodded. Ichigo squashed the urge to smile, and cleared his throat. Rukia opened her eyes again, and once more averted them.

"Vice-Captain... I... I'm afraid I don't understand," Rukia spoke quietly. Ichigo scowled, once again back into character.

"I think you understand very well, Kuchiki," he growled. "Over my lap. Now."

"B-But-!" Rukia tried, but at Ichigo's scowl deepening, she nodded meekly and laid down onto his lap. Ichigo reached for her hakama and yanked them down, making Rukia gasp in surprise.

"V-Vice-Captain!" She squeaked, and yelped as Ichigo's hand gripped her ass.

"This is your punishment, Kuchiki," Ichigo growled. "Count off every time I spank you."

"B-But sir, I-!" SMACK! Ichigo couldn't help a small smirk at the yelp/moan Rukia gave off at that.

"What number was that, Kuchiki?"

"Uh, ah... O-One, sir," Rukia said, blushing to the roots of her hair. Ichigo nodded, and spanked her again.

"AAH! T-Two!"

SMACK!

"Th-Th-THREE!"

SMACK!

"F-FOUR!"

Ichigo grimaced as Rukia squirmed all over his lap. Not that it was unpleasant, just the opposite: but it was definitely distracting. Still, he tried to imagine what she'd feel if he wasn't hard, and decided to just shelve it and continue.

SMACK!

"FIVEEEE!"

SMACK!

"S-SIX!"

SMACK!

"S-S-SEVEN! UNGH!"

The very obvious smell of an aroused woman reached Ichigo's nose, and he didn't fight the small smirk on his face at that.

SMACK!

"EEEEIGHT!" Rukia shrieked, panting hard underneath him.

SMACK!

"N-N-NIIINE!"

SMACK!

"T-TEENNNNN!" Rukia screamed, and Ichigo felt a warm liquid squirt out onto his knee. Rukia panted and sighed softly. Ichigo twitched-It was one of the sexiest sounds he'd ever heard.

"V-Vice-Captain," Rukia moaned. Ichigo shook his head and got back into character.

"Well, Kuchiki... Do you think you've been punished sufficiently for what you've done?" Ichigo asked. Rukia moaned and shook her head.

"No, Ichi-, Um, Vice-Captain... Please... Punish me more..."

"Naughty Kuchiki... You like being punished, don't you?" Ichigo asked, pushing his knee up against Rukia's crotch. She shivered and moaned.

"Y-Yes, Vice-Captain... Please... More..."

"All right Kuchiki... Just so you know..." Ichigo bit his lower lip, but pressed on. "I forgive you."

Rukia froze, and slowly looked up at him. Her hair was tousled, her eyes red, her lips swollen from licking them with her tongue, which even now slowly, erotically, ventured out of her mouth to smooth over her lips.

She looked utterly fuckable.

"You... You do, Vice-Captain...?" Rukia whispered. Ichigo nodded, and ran his hand over the top of her head affectionately.

"I do..." He smirked slightly. "And since I do... I'm going to punish you as long as you want me to. How does that sound, Kuchiki...?"

Rukia trembled, licking her lips again. She pushed her hips up, presenting her ass to him with a low moan.

"God... Yes, Vice-Captain... Yes..."

SMACK!

"YES! YES! YESSS!" Screamed Rukia, now not-so-dry humping Ichigo's leg. His hakama was getting wet, but Ichigo couldn't care less. Every swat onto her firm, tight ass seemed to go right down to his cock as Rukia squirmed and rubbed against him, poking up into her stomach.

"ICHIGOOOOOO!" Rukia rubbed herself furiously against Ichigo's knee, timing her movements with his smacks. She gasped loudly and panted like a dog, violet eyes filling with tears even as she begged for more.

"HARDER! HARDERRR! I-ICHIGOOOO!"

Her next shriek made Ichigo wince, but the pain in his ears was ignored in favor of how Rukia squirted all over his leg. Her back arched and her head was thrown back to release her second scream upwards, even as she squirted all over his knee a second time. She slumped down on his lap, moaning softly. She sighed as he ran a soothing hand over her bright red ass cheeks, shivering.

"Ohhh... V-Vice-Captain... Please..." Rukia moaned. "Please..."

"Please what, Kuchiki?" Ichigo asked, squeezing one of her firm globes. Rukia whimpered and rubbed herself against his knee again.

"I... I need you to... To..."

"What, Kuchiki?" Ichigo growled. "Are you forgetting who is in charge here?"

Rukia pouted up at him ever so slightly, and sniffled. Ichigo was pretty sure it wasn't entirely faked.

"Vice-Captain... I'm... I'm a bad girl..." She moaned, wiggling her stomach against his cock. Ichigo bit back a moan.

"You're punishing me... As... As much as I like, aren't you?" She asked. Ichigo nodded.

"Yes... But you don't get to choose the punishment, do you Kuchiki?"

Rukia kept wiggling, to the point Ichigo held her tightly down against his legs to stop her. He looked directly into her eyes with his most intense gaze.

"Please, Vice-Captain," Rukia moaned. "I-I need you... I'm begging you," she cooned. She bit her lower lip, an action that make Ichigo's cock twitch, hard.

"Please fuck me..."

Ichigo couldn't help but be a little surprised. Rukia wasn't prone to swearing. But, just like in those fantasies of his regarding her before his job, it was ungodly hot.

Ichigo pushed Rukia onto the floor, letting her fall with a pathetic "oomph!" She looked up and whimpered, but Ichigo was able to get back into character and under control.

"Kuchiki. What did you just say?" He asked in a stern voice. Rukia shakily got up onto her hands and knees and pushed her head in between his legs, breathing softly as she pressed her face against his crotch.

"Fuck me, Vice-Captain..."

Ichigo reached down and pulled off Rukia's top, leaving her completely naked. She moaned pathetically and looked back up at him.

He smirked. "I didn't hear that, Kuchiki... Fuck what?"

"Fuck me~," Rukia moaned, rubbing her chin against his rock hard member. Ichigo stood up and took Rukia up with him, holding her by her waist. He carelessly tossed her onto the bed. She whimpered again and spread her legs as she locked her eyes with him.

"Fuck what, Kuchiki?" Ichigo asked again, slowly divesting himself of his own clothing. Rukia licked her red, swollen lips and held his gaze.

"Fuck my bad pussy, sir," she moaned. Ichigo got down onto the bed over her, hands on either side of her shoulders. He was struck by how small she seemed underneath him, how vulnerable. Only practice with Yoruichi kept him from losing all control and fucking the woman who turned him into a shinigami senseless.

"Your bad pussy, Kuchiki?" Ichigo asked with a sexy smirk. Rukia moaned again and pushed her hips up longingly. Ichigo's smirk grew.

"Beg me."

Rukia licked her lips again and shivered.

"I'm begging you, Vice-Captain... F-Fuck me. Fuck my bad pussy... Please~..."

Ichigo let her stew just a few seconds longer, before he spread his legs, putting his feet onto the floor. Gripping Rukia's hips, he moved her into the position and, without preamble, sunk deeply inside of her.

"Ooohhh..." He groaned.

"Aaauuunnngghhhh!" Rukia cried out, pale arms and legs reaching around to hold him, pull him in deeper.

God she's so tight... He was able to think distantly through the almost paralyzing warmth and wetness surrounding his cock. He kept pushing and pushing in, enjoying every twitch and squeeze and whimper Rukia made. His cock head pushed against what Ichigo knew was her cervix, and the small girl's resulting squeal confirmed it.

"Fuck... Kuchiki," he murmured. He gasped when she wiggled her hips slightly, and he pushed against the entrance to her womb harder. Rukia threw her head back, eyes wide.

"NNNNGHH! HAAAA! HAAA!" She cried out, gasping for breath as Ichigo began to pump into her. Ichigo's own grunts and gasps were barely softer, and he decided to shut them both up with a deep kiss, something Rukia passionately returned.

After only a few thrusts, Rukia screamed into his mouth and squirted all over his lower stomach, her arousal so high and Ichigo's member so big, so filling, she couldn't control herself. Ichigo groaned back as he experienced his own climax, shooting several large, hot spurts of seed directly into her womb. Rukia panted for breath as they broke their kiss.

"Oh G-God... I'm so... Full," she managed between breaths. Ichigo nodded and pulled out, making Rukia shiver and groan. Her small, soft hands reached down and grasped his member, and Ichigo moaned as she began jerking him off furiously.

"Ohhh... Kuchiki," he managed quietly. Rukia leaned up and kissed him again.

"Mmm... I want to be filled up," she whispered. "I'm begging you, Ichigo, fill me up... Please..."

The desperate longing look she gave him, combined with her soft hands made Ichigo's recovery short, and a minute later he slammed back inside of her, Rukia's screams of his name, his real name, getting louder and louder with every thrust.

"ICHIIIGGOOO! ICHIGOOOO! ICHIIIGOOOOO!" She shrieked, her pussy clenching tightly around him. Ichigo gasped and was unable to pull out, Rukia's internal muscles milking his cock for another flood of his hot seed to fill her.

Ichigo wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. She groaned as he enveloped her, feeling so small and helpless, yet warm and comforted against his body.

"Haaa... Haaaa... Haaaa..." Rukia panted. Ichigo pushed himself up off her, gazed down into her darkened eyes. She licked her lips and pushed herself up against him.

"M-More... Please..."

Ichigo just smiled... Just a little, and obliged.

They did this for the next two hours (it was a special, so he'd cleared his schedule), the exhausted Rukia ending their last session by curling up against him and snuggling his chest, purring like a sated cat. Ichigo held her tightly against him, eyes partially closed.

"Mmm... I-Ichigo...?"

"Hmm?" Ichigo asked tiredly. Rukia smiled up at him.

"Thank you..."

Ichigo sighed, and rubbed her head. "It's... All part of the service..."

"Even so..."

Ichigo snorted, but his eyes softened ever so slightly when he looked at her.

"You're welcome."

She mewled softly, a hand going down over the area of her womb. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of being filled with his cum, so much so it was still drooling out of her pussy lips and asshole. He'd taken all of her holes, including her mouth, over and over again...

... I want to have your children, Ichigo.

Rukia's eyes opened, and she blushed hard. Ichigo, noticing this, frowned.

"You okay...?"

"..." She looked up at him for a long moment, before she softly smiled and nuzzled his chest again.

"I'm wonderful, Ichigo... Just wonderful..."

She was so glad she hadn't said that out loud...

Later, Rukia found couldn't focus. The paperwork on the desk in front of her seemed a million miles away, as Rukia sat in the Thirteenth Division HQ. Her chin rested on her hand as she stared out into space, cheeks warm.

I can't get it out of my mind...

At first it had been a fantasy about Kaein, brought back to life. A means of finally putting the demons of her past to rest. Ichigo was doing his job, and truth be told Rukia wouldn't have trusted anyone else to do this for her. He was Ichigo. He'd keep her secret.

The fact he looked almost exactly like Kaein made the deal complete. She gets spanked, she has some sex, it's done. She's free.

But something changed. It was no longer Kaein commanding her, dominating her, fucking her so expertly. It was Ichigo, Ichigo with dark hair and warm, powerful, forgiving eyes...

She felt herself grow wet just at the memory of it, and she shivered.

Rukia had never taken a man into her mouth before. Hell, she'd never actually had a man before. She'd read about sex, experimented a little with a few guys who had been sworn to secrecy (never Renji though. That would be like having sex with a sibling, and the guy was kind of a spazz anyway), but she'd never gone all the way.

Now, mere moments after Ichigo had relieved her of her virginity (no hymen from her training), she was eagerly, wantonly sucking on his cock, her tongue swirling around his tip. Ichigo groaned above her, a single large hand on her head.

"Ohhh... That's good Rukia, ungh... That's good... Take it deeper..."

Her face red at his compliments, Rukia pushed herself to take more of his cock into her mouth, gagging a bit when his head hit the back of her throat. She withdrew slightly, her small hands going up to his balls and the lower part of his shaft, rubbing and squeezing. Ichigo shivered and lightly gripped her hair.

"Fuck, Rukia... Back and forth, haaa..."

Rukia followed his instructions, bobbing her head back and forth along his member, breathing softly through her nose. One hand stroked the part of his shaft she couldn't take into her mouth, her small fist pumping up and down in time with her bobs. Her other hand lifted his balls, testing their weight, squeezing them playfully, which made Ichigo shudder.

"Rukia, haaaa... G-Good... You're such a good little cocksucker," he moaned. Rukia's face burned brighter, and she sped up her blowjob, closing her eyes and humming quietly.

"I'm going to, hnnngh...!"

That was all the warning she got, before a flood his hot seed blasted into her mouth. Rukia's eyes widened in shock as she gagged, struggling to swallow the large volume. A fair amount of it came out of her lips as she coughed, the hand formally fondling Ichigo's balls going up to her mouth. She pulled off Ichigo's cock with a gasp, feeling the semen drooling down her chin, smelling and tasting it...

"Rukia? Is there a problem?" Ichigo asked flatly, still in character. Rukia caught her breath, extending her tongue out to taste his seed.

It... It tastes like him... It reminded her of Ichigo's room, of how he would smell when she was close to him. Clean yet strong, and unmistakably male.

She shivered and reached down to her drooling sex, looking up pleadingly into Ichigo's eyes.

"P-Please... Vice-Captain... I'm so hot from that... I..."

Ichigo smirked a little. "Clean up your face, Rukia... And then I'll take you again. That's your punishment."

She never thought she'd licked anything off her face so quickly before.

"Rukia? Rukiaaaa! Hey, Rukia!"

"Hwa?" Rukia asked, shaken out of her reminiscing. She looked over at Kotetsu Kiyone, who was giving her a worried look.

"Ah, y-yes?"

Kiyone took in her appearance. The red face, the dreamy look, the slight hint of arousal in the air... And grinned.

"So... Enjoyed your time with Kurosaki, mm?"

"... Yes... Yes I did," she said quietly. Rukia shivered and Kiyone chuckled.

"I've heard about how he is, but... Tell me. Is he... Is he really that good?"

"Better, Kiyone," Rukia said, looking her right in the eyes. "Better... I... I wanted..."

"Yesss?" Kiyone prompted eagerly. Rukia blushed.

"I wanted to... To ask him if I could have... Have his children at the end," she admitted quietly. Kiyone blushed back.

"... Do... Do you think he could dress up as... As the captain?" Kiyone asked quietly. Rukia felt a pang in her heart at this, but slowly nodded.

"He... He was dressed up as, um..."

"It's okay Rukia... I understand," Kiyone said with a gentle smile. "I'm just glad you faced it in a good way, and can move on."

"Move on...?"

"You wouldn't be wanting to have Kaein's babies, would you?" Kiyone asked. Rukia thought about it... And slowly shook her head.

"No... I guess not..."

A sly look appeared on Kiyone's face. "But I'm sure you wouldn't mind having Ichigo's babies."

"Hmph!" Rukia snorted, but she didn't say no.

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