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Kurosaki Ichigo, Male Gigolo

A Bleach fanfiction by Andrew J. Talon and The Erosennin

Based on an idea by Byakuryuu

DISCLAIMER: This is a non-profit fan-based work of prose. Bleach is the property of Noriaki "Tite" Kubo, Shonen Jump, Viz and others. Please support the official release.

Author's Note: Feeling nostalgic, and noticing a lack of good Bleach stuff on , I decided to post these two lemons Kinoth wrote for the original thread. Both are excellent. First up? Ichigo's job with Soi-Fon. After that? Ichigo/Unohana, which is actually one of my favorite crack pairings.

Take note.

Ichigo sauntered into the hotel room exactly on time, whistling cheerfully and horribly off-key. After ambling to the center of the room, he stopped and cocked his head slightly.

"I hope your legs haven't cramped from squatting on the ceiling. I do give a damned good massage if they have, though."

He managed not to flinch as Soifon materialized behind him with Suzumebachi against his neck. "How did you know I was there?" she hissed dangerously.

The orange-haired shinigami rolled his eyes. He wasn't about to reveal that he'd began to be able to instinctively sense female reiatsu since shortly after he began taking female clients. "I guessed you were there because it's a ninja cliché. If you'd like, I'll lend you some manga about it." He ducked down- way down, since Soifon was at least a good head shorter than him- and turned to face the Second Division captain. "Now, if you'd like to fight, we can do that instead. From what I was told however, we should be doing something else."

Soifon didn't blush exactly, but the skin of her face turned just the slightest bit pink and her normally obsidian-sharp eyes were unable to meet his. "Yoruichi-sama made this appointment and demanded I take it to 'work off stress'. If she had not commanded me to do so, I would not be he-urk!"

Ichigo had become bored of Soifon's blathering after the second or third word. He had already spoken with Yoruichi about her protege in depth. If he had let the short shinigami talk, she'd end up going on and on about duty and commands and blah, blah, blah. Then she'd probably digress about Yoruichi-sama, drag a whole bunch of lesbian subtext into the mix, and get all sexually frustrated. Then he'd just get irritated.

So he kissed her.

The diminutive captain tried to stab him, but he had already snaked a hand down to clasp her wrist. He pulled back long enough to bring her hand into her view. "No weapons." he stated bluntly. Surprisingly, she listened, dismissing her zanpakuto and shoving him bodily away from her with her free hand. Ichigo landed on the floor with a jarring thump and found himself straddled almost before he had finished falling. His shirt was shredded by fine claws of reiatsu that also scraped against his own reiatsu, leaving only red welts to mark their passage on his skin. With a roar, the substitute shinigami bucked upwards to throw Soifon off, then caught her by one of her braids and snapped her head around. Leading her by her hair, he managed to switch their positions, though in this case the woman was face down. Knocking her arms out from under her (and giving a prayer that she didn't try and turn this into a real fight), Ichigo grabbed the straps of her uniform and pulled, snapping them off of her shoulders and eliciting a loud yelp. Ichigo leaned down and bit into her shoulder hard, putting his hands over hers and covering her squirming body with his larger one.

If she didn't want to do this the polite way, he had no problems with that.

It took him a minute to trap both of her arms, but once he did, he wrapped one large hand around both of her wrists and propped himself up on that arm, keeping her from getting free and putting pressure on her tiny hands and wrists. With his now-free hand he stripped her out of the rest of her clothes and without fanfare cupped her womanhood, sliding a finger over her clit. The Second Division captain, who had been snarling something unpleasant about his ancestry, snapped her head back and stiffened like she had been hit with a taser. Soifon sputtered as he dipped a finger inside her to moisten it and went back to making lazy circles. She turned her head to stare, and Ichigo made sure to keep his expression completely neutral, just to add to her irritation.

Watching the normally-composed shinigami buck, writhe, and curse him in myriad inventive ways while he drove her towards orgasm was oddly arousing. Yet another weird kink to add to the list he had discovered, he supposed. He waited until she was dripping wet and close to an orgasm before pulling his hand from her pussy. Ichigo stripped off his pants and knee-walked around behind Soifon's trembling body, keeping pressure on her trapped wrists the entire time. He could swear that he felt bones shift in the gigai as she hissed in pain. Releasing her wrists, he quickly shifted his grip to the back of her neck and pushed until her face met the floor, turning her head to the side so he could growl in her ear.

"I'm going to fuck your little cunt now, and you're going to take it and love it." He fitted his cock into the entrance of her vagina and continued in a low voice. "When you come, I expect you to scream my name."

Soifon had been in the middle of a pushup to try and break his grip on her neck but was frozen as soon as his cock had touched her. She trembled lightly, and as he steadily fed her his entire length her skin broke out in goosebumps. As soon as he bottomed out he began thrusting at an even pace. He wasn't about to throw his back out for the crazy bitch. He reached around the curve of her hip and resumed the slow stimulation of her clit he had begun earlier. That released whatever spell she had been under, and the slight female shinigami started to toss her head and fight against him. "No... you- you're inside... Aah!"

She didn't make it easy- half of her bucking was fucking herself back onto his cock and the other half was wild thrashing that threatened to bend his dick in two. Slowly, though, through the choked sobs and moans, the struggling and hissing, he brought her over the edge into orgasm. Her body alternately seized and relaxed, and it was obvious she couldn't even breathe for a moment. Finally, she sucked in a huge breath as the aftershocks hit her, and she began to sob his name. "Kurooosaki! Kuuuro.." Soifon trailed off as her knees collapsed and his cock slid out of her.

Ichigo hadn't come, and honestly wasn't close. In fact, if he hadn't been specifically coached by Yoruichi, he would have stopped the moment she had tried to stab him. He stifled a sigh so she wouldn't hear and sat back on his haunches, closing his eyes. Hopefully the dark-haired shinigami would be content and he could call it a day. He understood female shinigami had issues brought on by their long lives, but he was getting really creeped out by the amount of crying during sex that went on.

He felt a tentative brush against his cock and opened his eyes. Soifon was staring at his crotch like she had never seen a penis before. She turned her face up to meet his eyes and he could see the still-damp tracks of tears on her face. "You didn't, um... finish," she murmured, managing to sound so completely unlike her normal self that if he hadn't just fucked her, he'd've thought she was replaced by a robot.

"No, I didn't."

She quieted back down and just stared at him for a minute. Having lost all of his modesty during Yoruichi's training, he contented himself with sitting seiza and keeping the majority of his natural scowl in check while she shinigami worked up the bravery to place more than a finger on him. Within a short amount of time, Soifon graduated from barely touching him to lightly jacking him off while she switched between looking up to his face to make sure she wasn't doing anything wrong to watching the play of skin over his erection. It wasn't long before she began using her tongue to explore as well, finding the sensitive spot on the underside of his cockhead. Ichigo began to run his hand over her back, and the Second Division captain moved closer to his side, pillowed her head on his thigh, and popped his shaft into her mouth. The formerly-cold female shinigami seemed content to suckle his length, occasionally bobbing a bit deeper. Ichigo continued touching her- not specifically trying to stimulate her, though he did cup her breasts and explore her holes. She mewled and huffed around the invader in her mouth but never stopped sucking on him.

It took quite a while, but all of Soifon's oral attention actually had him close to an orgasm. He murmured as much to her, running his hand through the front of her hair and pulling a bit at her wrapped braids. She hummed in a crude imitation of purring as he unloaded in her mouth, eyes widening as she swallowed. After he had filled her she kept up her sucking to keep him mostly hard as she moved to straddle his leg and rub herself against him. Soifon looked up with hooded eyes. "Inside me?" she asked softly.

Ichigo nodded, petting her again. "Of course, kittycat. Roll over and spread yourself for me."

Soifon shivered with desire as she blushingly complied.

Later, Ichigo left a sleeping Soifon and walked out of the hotel and around the corner before using shunpo to appear on a nearby rooftop.

"I'm tempted to start charging you, considering you're around whenever I'm working."

Byakuya gave a barely-detectable flinch. "I do not know what you speak of. I am simply-"

"Being a voyeur." Ichigo snorted. "Look, maybe it gets your rocks off and all, but one day someone's going to notice and it won't be pretty. I'm surprised Soifon didn't detect you and shish-kabob your ass."

The Sixth Division captain silently passed over a notebook, which the orange-haired shinigami flipped through. There were pages and pages of prose of his last ten trysts- minus Rukia's- depicted in exquisite detail. It was sizzlingly hot porn, with just enough information changed that neither the women nor he were specifically identified.

"I will give you part of the proceeds when my work is published, of course."

Taking the notebook back, the Kuchiki scion turned to leave. He paused as Ichigo asked the first question that came to mind. "What're you going to call it?"

"Icha Icha Shinigami Stories." And with that, he was gone.

Jiraiya!Byakuya returns!
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