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The Royalty Series	By : katami Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Urahara/Ichigo Views: 7368 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Author's Notes: I will take a brief moment to assure everyone I am still alive, and explain my delays in posting....well, everything. It has been a busy few months. Firstly, I got to enjoy a move and starting a new job in April...and then a month later getting fired. I managed to scramble and get another job but I also garnered myself 10 to 13 hours of commuting each week under the worst traffic conditions known to man. And that is where life stands.
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Kisuke vowed to exact suitable vengeance on Isshin...provided he survived this insanity. Why did he have to be the one to convince Ichigo to wear his crown? The boy was Isshin's son and it was Isshin who insisted that the boy needed to be formally presented to the Gotei. It wasn't as if he cared if Ichigo was ever officially named his father's heir. And he knew Ichigo didn't care. But his majesty insisted that Ichigo listened to him more, which while entirely true, still did not make Ichigo's refusal to wear his crown and meet with the Shinigami captains' assembly Kisuke's problem.

Except that Isshin had made it his problem.

Get drunk and dye the members of the Eleventh fuchsia just once and no one ever let you forget it. He just thanked the gods that he hadn't dyed them green or everyone would have known it was him. And the Eleventh were not people to have mad at you. Although the way things were going he might almost have preferred to have the Eleventh out for his blood.

Kisuke bit his lip and let his fingers ghost over his chest, hissing softly as he brushed his nipples and they tightened. He trailed blunt nails around the taut flesh, trying not to think about his audience. No one had ever watched him do this before. He had played coy and seductive with other lovers, but never like this. And while Captain Urahara Kisuke might have had the brass balls to pull it off, exile-turned-consort Urahara Kisuke wasn't sure he could.

Why did the hell did Ichigo want to watch him bring himself off anyway? And why the hell had he agreed to do anything the young prince wanted if he just wore his crown and met with everyone? That's right, Isshin had insisted and threatened to mention to the Eleventh just who it was who'd turned them all pink for a month. Which brought him right back to where he was, sprawled out on the bed he shared with Ichigo, touching himself while his young lover watched.

His hands moved lower, over his ribs, and brown eyes tracked them eagerly. Kisuke felt a blush color his cheeks and his hands pausing in their explorations. "Don't stop," moaned Ichigo softly, his eyes filled with heat and longing. As if he, Kisuke, was the most desirable thing the young prince had ever seen. He nodded, closing his eyes and dragging blunt nails up his sides, hissing softly at the sharp sensation. He let his hands slide back down the length of his body, gray eyes opening as Ichigo groaned.

He took a breath, his eyes locking with Ichigo's, trying to look confident and sensual. He let his hands move over his hips and down his legs before trailing back up his inner thigh. They ghosted over the soft skin where his legs met his torso and lightly tangled in blonde curls before closing around his half hard cock. Ichigo's sharply indrawn breath was immensely satisfying and reminded him that while he might have been a plebian, he was the one Ichigo had chosen. It was him the younger man had chosen for his first lover, him Ichigo curled around at night and him the young prince apparently wanted to watch come.

He gave his cock a few slow strokes, sighing softly as he began to grow hard. While parts of him might have been conflicted over what he was doing, his cock had no doubts about what it wanted - the orange-haired demon that sat watching him from a few feet away with smoldering eyes.

"Fuck that's hot, Kisuke," groaned Ichigo.

"We all have our cross to bear," he quipped, flashing the younger man a smile, the expression coming easily despite his nervousness. The redhead chuckled softly, leaning in to steal a kiss, the hot wet slide of Ichigo's tongue making Kisuke moan. For a moment he forgot about his nervousness as passion stirred his blood. This was Ichigo and he would do anything for Ichigo. And he trusted Ichigo.

He could do this.

He groaned as his fingers gently dragged his foreskin up and down over the head of his cock, Ichigo watching avidly and a pink tongue darting out to moisten his lips. The younger man was cut and found Kisuke's foreskin to be endlessly fascinating - especially after he had found out how much fun docking could be.

Kisuke smirked, sliding his fingers over his tip and smearing the fluid gathered there. Ichigo moaned softly and Kisuke watched as his hand slipped toward his pants. Now there was something worth watching, he thought. Watching as passion flushed that golden skin and brown eyes turned molten. Watching the glorious tension as Ichigo writhed and panted toward his organism. That was worth seeing.

He groaned, the movements on his own cock speeding as the idea of watching Ichigo pleasuring himself teased his senses. "I'm beginning to see the appeal of this little fantasy of yours," he purred at the redhead, letting his gaze drop to the obvious bulge in the younger man's pants and the hand gently massaging it. The smirk Ichigo shot him was filled with heat, although Kisuke liked to think he caught just a hint of a blush on those golden cheeks.

He let his eyes slip closed, concentrating on the pleasure slowly building in him, holding the image of Ichigo naked and straining towards his orgasm in his mind.

Quicksilver gray eyes shot open as a soft moan reached his ears. He glanced at Ichigo and decided that reality was definitely far better than the fantasy. Pants open and shoved down to mid thigh, his eyes closed and his head tossed back as he stroked that long beautiful cock. Ichigo was definitely the stuff of wet dreams - or at least his wet dreams - thought the blonde with a smile.

He didn't think he had made a sound, but he must have because burning brown eyes met his and a knowing, sensual smile pulled at Ichigo's lips. Kisuke groaned and his fingers gently slid lower, caressing the soft skin behind his balls, just grazing his entrance. Ichigo moaned eagerly at the sight and quickly grabbed the base of his erection, clearly not eager for things to end jut yet.

Kisuke chuckled softly, the hunger in his lover's eyes making him bold. He dragged his left hand back up his body in a slow stroke before licking two of his fingers. "Oh fuck yes!" exclaimed Ichigo, watching as the two digits disappeared into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around them, moaning eagerly and letting Ichigo know exactly what he would rather have been sucking on. The display had Ichigo swearing softly and edging just a bit closer, clearly tempted. Restraint won out though and the younger man sat back on his heels with a slow, deep exhale.

Urahara smirked, suddenly enjoying this a great deal more, it would be amusing to see who gave out first - him or Ichigo. Of course, he was over seven-hundred and had the patience of...well, he didn't quite think he could claim sainthood - but he could certainly out wait a teenager.

He pulled his fingers from his mouth with a wet pop, moaning softly. "Ichigo," he whispered, his voice low and infused with longing. The blonde smirked as golden eyes fastened on him, holding his moistened fingers up for the younger man's inspection. Kisuke smirked, positioning two fingers at his entrance and slowly pushing in, moaning at the delicious sensation of being stretched. Even better was the way Ichigo swore and grabbed his cock, his eyes locked firmly on Kisuke's disappearing fingers. "Feels good, Ichigo," he groaned softly, eyes locking with the younger man's before he went on. "It would feel even better if it was your cock."

"Jesus, Kisuke," swore the redhead.

Gray eyes swept to Ichigo's cock, the blonde smiling coyly and fucking himself with his fingers. "Ichigo. Fuck me, please, fuck me," begged the former captain, trying not to grin when the redhead began ripping his clothes off - something made far easier as long fingers brushed his prostate. Kisuke moaned, not even bothering to try and hold back, arching his hips and letting his eyes slip shut at the burst of pleasure that shot through him.

Ichigo was on him an instant later, kissing him, strong hands gripping him tightly as the redhead's solid weight pressed him into the bedding. Kisuke groaned encouragement the sound becoming a muffled yelp of displeasure when the younger man grabbed his wrist and jerked his fingers from his body. A second later lube slick digits were pressing into him, the former captain aching and whimpering at the wonderful feeling of fullness.

"So goddamn beautiful," gasped Ichigo, ripping his mouth away as the need for oxygen drove them apart. "Need you, Kisuke," muttered the redhead replacing his fingers with his cock and pressing in. The blonde gave a low, lengthy whine at the aching fullness of the sudden penetration, arms twining around the redhead's neck and lone leg wrapping around his hips.

"Fuck me, Ichigo," whispered Kisuke softly, tilting his head back in a silent show of submission he knew would push the redhead's buttons. He was rewarded with a deep groan and a nipping kiss to his throat before Ichigo pulled back and thrust in hard. The blonde moaned and moved with the younger man, arching to meet each stroke, feeling his lover move inside him. Strong sword calloused fingers curled around his cock and Kisuke groaned, reaching up and pulling his lover's head down to kiss him. It was a hot wet meeting of lips and tongues that mirrored the joining of their bodies.

Their hips rocked and the blonde gasped as pleasure burned through him, blacking out his vision for a second and leaving only the desperate desire for more. "Ichigo," he moaned, skilled fingers teasing his tip before sliding back down his shaft as the redhead pushed in again. Kisuke shivered and moved to try and meet him, another jolt of pleasure racing through him. Brown eyes regard him with a heady blend of hunger and heat, drawing another groan from the former Shinigami. He keened as Ichigo thrust in again, and then moaned helplessly as the redhead began fucking him in earnest.

Each movement brought a burst of pleasure and staring up into possessive whiskey colored left Kisuke weak and breathless with desire. This incredible creature could have had anyone and Ichigo had chosen him. "Love you," he gasped, jerking the redhead's head down and mashing their lips together, crying out as his vision went dark and the world exploded in a million glistening shards of bliss.

"I still wanna see you come if you expect me to wear that stupid crown," murmured Ichigo when his heart had slowed and the world had returned. The blonde sighed as lips brushed his shoulder in something that was almost a kiss.

"Oh no, I held up my side of things. It's not my fault you couldn't keep your hands...and other parts to yourself," objected the former shopkeeper, his hands still stroking the younger man's back even as he ducked his head to hide his grin. It wouldn't do to let his royal highness know he had been played; Ichigo had a vicious right hook and a back breaking couch.

"A deal is a deal, my prince. Of course, if you want to negotiate another...," he let the thought trail off suggestively, smirking up at his younger lover.

"Shut up, you bastard," growled Ichigo affectionately, kissing him fiercely before snuggling in close with a happy sigh.
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