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Kurosaki Ichigo, Male Gigolo	By : AndrewJoshuaTalon Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 32329 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Kurosaki Ichigo: Seireitei Gigolo

By Andrew J. Talon and The EroSennin

Based upon an idea by byakuryuu

Author's Note: This chapter partially written by kinoth and Lumias over at The Fanfiction Forum. The rest was written by me.

Ichigo's job wasn't easy, but he found himself settling into a bit of a routine, at least with some of his clients. Yoruichi in particular had become his best customer, though as he got better at it he was able to satisfy her within a few hours.

It was satisfying in more ways than one to put her down faster and faster. Not too fast, of course-Quality of service and all that.

Rukia was apparently saving up for a special, while Nanao and Matsumoto had both become very regular customers... As had Unohana. But the biggest surprise to date came when he entered the small hotel once more and beheld his latest customer.

"Hinamori!"

The tiny figure of the 5th division's fukutaicho hunched down even smaller. "Um, hi Kurosaki-kun. I... well..."

The orange-haired sometimes-shinigami waved his hand dismissively. "Nah, don't mind me, I just didn't expect you." Squatting down on his haunches, he did his best to meet the girl's eyes. "Now, nothing you say or do leaves the room, and whatever you want, you get. There's no reason for you to be nervous."

Hinamori stared at him in utter silence for a moment before pulling clothes out from behind her back. The white capain's haori, brown wig, and glasses trembled slightly as the small shinagami refused to meet his eyes.

"Hey," Ichigo called softly, "You sure about this?" At the vehement nod of her head, he could only shrug and go change.

After emerging from the restroom, Ichigo-as-Aizen adjusted his glasses slightly and padded over to sit in front of the girl. "You wished to speak with me, fukutaicho?"

The slight girl looked up at him with bright, watery eyes as she slowly removed the cloth covering of her hair bun. "Aizen-taicho, you..." Her shaking hands parted the front of her robes and slid them down her smooth shoulders to reveal... a leather bustier?

Like magic, a riding crop appeared in her hand as she stood and loomed over him despite her lack of height. "Alright you bastard, it's time to put your mouth to a better use than telling me lies. Get over here!"

"Yes, Hinamo-ahh!" 'Aizen' yelled as the crop struck his shoulder.

"That's 'Mistress Momo' to you!"

"Yes... Mistress."

Rolling his shoulders to get rid of the ache, Ichigo made his way to the lobby of the Inn he had met Momo at. As soon as he walked in he stopped and gawked at the figure sitting in one of the chairs spread throughout the room before shaking off his daze and stalking over.

"What in the hell are you wearing, you idiot!"

The white-haired captain of the 10th division looked up from some paperwork and gave him a flat stare. The small, white-haired shinigami wore a white fur coat, white pants, white boots, and a dark pair of sunglasses pushed up on his forehead. "Is there a problem?"

Ichigo pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to decide whether to break up laughing or start screaming. "You talked to Clogs, didn't you?"

"How did you know?"

Stifling a snort, Ichigo slumped bonelessly into a nearby seat. "Did it not occur to you that taking fashion advice from a guy that wears a matching striped coat and hat might not be a good idea? You look like a furry marshmellow."

Hitsugaya opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before standing and tossing a bundle onto Ichigo's lap.

"Shut up, Kurosaki, you have another appointment to keep. It's always a bad idea to keep Unohana-taicho waiting." the short captain shot back, walking out with as much dignity as he could muster.

Ichigo had changed into a new set of clothes right as he made his way into the Captain's quarters of the 4th division. Studiously ignoring Isane starting her video camera, he walked over to stand slightly behind the kneeling form of Unohana, noting that as the light hit the sundress she wore it turned nearly transparent.

"Hey, uh, Mom?"

"Welcome home, son," the busty shinigami murmured softly, turning to give him a smile. "How was practice?"

Ichigo scuffed his foot against the tatami mats and looked off to the side. "Well, it got a little... rough." He turned back to find her already on her feet in front of him, reaching for his soccer jersey.

"I told you to be more careful, Ichigo-kun!" she scolded him lightly, stripping his shirt off with no fanfare. Spinning him around, the healer-as-mother ran soft hands across the welts that Hinamori had left no more than an hour earlier. "Did you get hurt anywhere else, son?"

Turning back around, the orange-haired boy gave his best puppy-dog look. "Well, my jaw hurts a little bit-" he ignored the knowing twinkle in the woman's eyes and tried to force himself to blush, "-but, well I got kicked, well, you know."

Unohana knelt before him and ever-so-slowly slid his shorts down. "Oh, son," she murmured. "You certainly are hurt. Don't worry though, I know just the thing to help the swelling..."

While a little disturbing in some ways, frankly, Ichigo enjoyed his sessions with Unohana most of all.

Especially when Isane joined in...

Ichigo walked into his next appointment and found Zaraki waiting for him outside the door to a hotel room. He blinked.

"Uh, look I know it' says I'll do anything, but I only work with female clients. So I'm sorry for any misunderstandings, but-"

"Shut up you idiot, the appointment isn't for me," Zaraki snapped. The Eleventh Division captain looked uncharacteristically serious, and Ichigo felt his anxiety level sky rocket.

"I need you to do something for... Yachiru," Kenpachi said after a long pause. Ichigo's jaw dropped, and he felt the urge to bolt as he often did around the fight mad captain.

"Pardon?" He squeaked.

"You heard me," Kenpachi said flatly. "She's been bugging me constantly about it, ever since you started up this damn business and she wants in on it."

"But-She looks-You can't be serious she's-!"

"She's small, yeah," Kenpachi said. "But here's the thing. She wants it, and anything she wants I'll get for her... And she wants you." He then grinned. "And I'll get you for her, even if I have to break your goddamned legs." He lifted his sword with a deadly grin and his reiatsu, already monstrous, began to flare. "Which, come to think of it, might be more fun for me. So, how about we just-"

"I'm going in," Ichigo said grimly. Zaraki huffed and shook his head.

"Spoilsport..."

Zaraki held open the door and gestured Ichigo in. The orange-haired substitute shinigami sighed, and slowly walked inside. The door closed, and he looked to see Yachiru in the nearby bed. He sat down on the bed, staring at his hands.

... I am so going to Hell for this, I just know it...

He timidly reached out a hand and lightly touched Yachiru's shoulder, all too aware of what the diminutive lieutenant might do if he surprised her from sleep. Not from first-hand experience, of course, but Ikkaku had complained about waking Yachiru up from her naps and getting thrown through a few walls.

"Hey, Yachiru? Yachiru..."

The pink-haired lieutenant yawned and stretched cutely, making Ichigo shudder again. Oh God this is so wrong...!

She smiled cheerfully up at Ichigo.

"Hello Ichi-chan! Are you here to sex me up?"

"..." Ichigo twitched. Yachiru sighed and reached out a hand, patting the top of his.

"Kind of awkward, huh? Since I'm so small..."

"You have no idea," Ichigo mumbled. Yachiru hummed thoughtfully, and then smiled brightly.

"If I was bigger, would Ichi-chan be able to perform?"

"I... Yes. Yes I would," Ichigo said in a dead tone. Ichigo's eyes widened as a puff of smoke filled the room. He coughed and waved his hand in front of his face, but it soon cleared. Ichigo blinked back tears as his vision was restored...

And then he blinked. Several times.

"What the...?"

A much older, much bustier, very naked Yachiru was sitting in the bed, smiling happily.

"But-! You-!"

"Oh, I just like being little!" Yachiru said cheerfully. "It lets me freak people out, and get free candy, and get away with all sorts of stuff...!" She scowled and indicated her boobs, which, Ichigo noted, were definitely some of the firmest and bounciest he'd seen.

So that's where all that sugar went...

"These things are annoying! So big and bouncy... It's hard to fight with them," she sighed. She then smirked. "But~... They're good for... Other things, too. Huh, Ichi-chan?"

"Uh, er, um..." Ichigo tried. Yachiru's smirk became a predatory grin, as though she was about to engage in the best fight of her life.

"So, Ichi-chan... Ready to earn some money, mm?"

Much later, after a lot of screaming, banging, shaking and massive flares of reiatsu, a very rumpled, exhausted looking Ichigo walked three steps out of the door, and fell flat on his face. Yachiru hopped out, back to her usual size, smiling happily. Kenpachi looked Ichigo over, and then looked at Yachiru.

"Have fun?" He asked.

"Mm! Ichi-chan was great! I wanna do it again soon!"

Ichigo groaned against the hardwood floor at this.

Just consider this a little montage before we get to the next lemon.
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