Kurosaki Ichigo, Male Gigolo | By : AndrewJoshuaTalon Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 32329 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 7 |
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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 was grateful for the chance to stretch his legs as he flash-stepped past the main cluster of the Fourth Division's buildings. He would be slightly early to his appointment, and he knew that Unohana preferred that. It was odd that she hadn't sent him any information regarding roles he would be playing, but then again the healer's tastes seemed to have changed over time. Perhaps there'd be no roleplay tonight.
Arriving at the door, the orange-haired shinigami took a moment to ensure that his hair and robes weren't disheveled before lightly knocking. He heard her call a few seconds before she let him in, peeking her head around the door. He took his sandals off and turned to regard her. The Fourth Division captain had her hair braded down her back instead of pulled in front, which exposed a generous amount of cleavage. The blue kimono she wore was short, perhaps half-way to her knees. Her blue eyes met his, and Ichigo felt a smile creep on to his face. "You look beautiful, Unohana-san."
"Call me Retsu please, Kurosaki-kun." She murmured softly, taking his hand and leading him to the back porch. A faintly-steaming teapot and two glasses were already set out. At her direction, Ichigo sat on one side of the pot while she sat on the other, both looking out onto the lake her house bordered. The two shinigami made small talk, Retsu asking about his schooling, Hollows he had needed to dispatch in Karakura recently, and any injuries he had taken, while he asked her about her job as the head of Fourth Division, and if she had found any new restaurants that carried the spicy food she preferred. Before he knew it, they had finished off the pot of tea.
Unohana stood, then bent at the waist to retrieve the teapot, giving Ichigo a wonderful view of her shapely, completely panty-free ass. She turned to him afterwards. "Is there anything I can get you while I'm gone, Kurosaki-kun?"
Ichigo let his eyes trail up from her waist and met her gaze. "Only yourself back quickly. And please, Retsu, call me Ichigo." She gave him a sultry smile and walked off with a sway in her hips. The vizard turned his head to stare unabashedly.
Once she was out of sight, Ichigo turned to stare out at the moon shining on the water. Unohana was acting very different tonight- typically she requested scenarios, just like Rukia, Orihime, or Hinamori had. He had called her 'mom' or 'big sis' more than he had ever called her by her name or title. None of that seemed to apply tonight. He went back over the entire visit in his head and with a flash of insight decided that he could only assume that he was indeed playing a role tonight, although it wasn't one that was explicitly discussed. Tonight he was Unohana Retsu's lover. It was the funniest thing, though- it didn't really bother him at all. It felt incredibly right.
Light footsteps in the house roused him from his contemplation, and in a flash of thought he sat cross-legged and waited for his lover to reappear. He smelled the fragrant jasmine tea just a moment before she stood next to him, bending again at that waist to place the pot on the floor. Ichigo reached out and cupped his hands along the woman's thighs and used a bit of the extraordinary strength his shinigami form gave him to lift her from her feet and deposit her in his lap. Unohana flipped her braid over a shoulder and leaned back against his chest, wiggling against his lap to get comfortable. After she seemed settled, he wrapped his arms around her and leaned forward to give her a kiss right below her ear. The older woman hummed softly. "Ichigo?" she murmured, drawing his name out slowly, "could I ask something of you?"
"Of course."
"Release the hold you have on your reiatsu."
Ichigo paused for a moment, then chuckled. "I should have known you'd notice." He had gained a measure of control over the immense spiritual pressure he exuded, enough that he wouldn't need a soul-sucking eyepatch like Kenpachi, though stealth was still a lost cause. The orange-haired teenager thought he had convincingly faked only having slightly larger than captain-level reiatsu, but the medic in his arms had at least had seen through the ruse.
Retsu turned her head to meet his eyes. "I will, of course, do the same. You don't have to worry either- I had the grounds warded so no one will detect it." She shifted around to face him with his assistance, then wrapped her arms loosely around his neck. "I'll go first."
Closing her eyes, the shinigami captain's reiatsu suddenly increased. Ichigo felt a phantom pressure against his skin completely unlike any other reiatsu he had ever felt. While the spiritual pressure that shinigami generated could be used for attack and defense, this contained none of the fear or anger of Kenpachi's aura, none of the feral danger of an arrancar's. Instead, Ichigo felt Unohana's sheer presence press against him, filling all of his senses. It was perhaps the most breathtakingly intimate feeling he had experienced in his life; it was obvious that this was not the kind of experience you shared with someone you couldn't trust. Mind awhirl with sensation, he loosened the restraints he held on his own reiryoku and allowed it to spill out into the air. The effect was immediate.
The blue-eyed shinigami in his arms moulded herself to him as her breath stuttered. Ichigo felt his reiatsu touch and envelop Unohana's, melding instead of clashing, a magnetic attraction instead of repulsion. Unohana kissed him feverishly, eyes open and panting before they had even touched each other's flesh. They immediately rectified the lack of skin-on-skin contact, Retsu opening his jacket and sliding her hands beneath his undershirt, Ichigo unknotting her obi and parting her brief kimono to reveal naught but ivory-hued flesh beneath. Even a light touch of Retsu's side as he stripped her bare brought a gasp and flare of lustful reiatsu, which was answered with a matching spark of his own. The phrase feedback loop floated through his mind for a moment, but he dismissed the thought as he slid a hand down over the trimmed hairs of her womanhood. Retsu was pulling at the knots of his hakima blindly as he plundered her mouth with his tongue and pressed a finger into her wetness.
His pants had barely been opened when Unohana made a noise that was almost a whine into their kiss. She pulled back and pressed her forehead against his and locked eyes. She hissed his name, trailing it out into a sexy drawl that made him even harder. Sliding his arms under her raised knees and cupping her ass, Ichigo pulled her body closer to his and lifted her slightly as she rotated her hips. Retsu removed one arm from his shoulders to reach between them and align him, and he watched as she closed her eyes and let a smirk grow on her face when he lodged in her channel. She raised her arm back up and cupped the back of his head and brought him into a soulful kiss as he lowered her into his lap.
Due to the angles involved he was not particularly deep inside her, but even as his cock slid inside her ripples of sensation propagated through her reiatsu. With a mental twist, he reflected it back somewhat stronger and began to raise Retsu's shivering body back up. She broke their kiss, burying her head in his shoulder, moaning "Oh!" over and over in a soft, breathy voice.
Ichigo continued to raise and lower Retsu as far as he could onto his cock while he experimented with the mesh of spiritual power their individual reiatsu had created. With the smallest of effort he could feel the blue-eyed shinigami's desire for him, both the immediate lust and the well-hidden love he had begun to suspect existed earlier. On a more base level he found a way to stoke and intensify the physical sensations she felt until she trembled in a soft, slow orgasm, moaning his name. He stopped moving her and wrapped his arms around her shivering body, running his hands down her back and kissing her neck.
After a few moments, Retsu raised her head and gave him a brilliant smile. "I think we should continue this in bed," she began, then shrieked when he rose to his feet without dislodging her from his cock. Ichigo winked and made his way through the house with and armful of twitching, horny woman.
"That's it, you're carrying me around like this everywhere." She said, laughing lightly. The orange-haired man shouldered the bedroom door open as he laughed.
"You'd be the scandal of the millennium at the next Captain's meeting, surely."
Getting her legs under her, Unohana drew his head down for a kiss before turning and crawling onto the low, western-style bed she had recently begun using. She remained on her knees as she lay her shoulders on the duvet and reached one arm underneath her to spread her womanhood open, switching the mood from the light-hearted to intensely erotic in a heartbeat. She both heard and felt Ichigo coming closer and strummed the meld of their spiritual power as he had done to her. Warm, calloused hands encircled her waist, and the head of his cock wedged itself inside her. She could hear him breathing deep and rough as he slowly worked a few centimeters of his shaft into her before withdrawing. She touched his reiatsu again to inflame him and was rewarded with him spearing her, pressing her face into the sheets and the head of his cock against her cervix. His long strokes drug cry after cry from her lips for long minutes. He stopped, fully buried inside her, and pulled her onto her hands by her braid before fucking her even rougher than before. The change in position was electric, and even without the stimulation from their reiatsu her head was foggy with pleasure. She pushed her ass back into his thrusts as she pushed stimulation through their joined power and felt him thrust faster.
He reached over the curve of her hip and slid one finger down over her clit, covering it with the hood, then back up to rub the swollen nub itself making her cry out and clutch him as she came. Her pleasure triggered his, pulling him into an orgasm powerful enough to leave him seeing spots.
The two shinigami collapsed ungracefully into a heap on their sides, and Ichigo drew the slighly-shorter woman against him and kissed her shoulder. Neither spoke for a long time as they caught their breath. Retsu put a hand behind her and encircled his semi-hard length. "It's not dead yet, is it?"
Ichigo gave a rueful grunt. "I'm about dead, woman."
"Me too!" She agreed cheerfully, then turned to face him. She gave him a tender closed-mouth kiss and resumed her grip on his prick. "Do you have one more in you tonight?"
"I have as many as you want; I'm yours all night."
Retsu looked at him, eyes lambent. She didn't quite ask, and he didn't quite answer, but she stopped her caresses momentarily to pull the braid over her shoulder. He took it from her hands and removed the tie, then rolled on his back as she moved over him and shook her hair free. It was a glorious, atrous curtain, slightly wavy from the braid. He ran his hands through it as she leaned down to kiss him, pressing her breasts against his chest as their tongues slithered against each other. Her hand found his cock again and she pumped slowly as he regained hardness. He tried to snake a hand down to touch her, but she batted it away, adjusted herself slightly, and sheathed him inside of her with no fanfare. She rocked slowly back and forth, and he reached up and threaded his fingers with hers. She tossed her head, sending sable strands flying as Ichigo leaned up to take one pebbled nipple in his mouth. She released one of his hands to cup the back of his head as she murmured encouragement.
After suckling at her breasts, they flipped around so that Ichigo was on top. Retsu wrapped her legs around his waist as he propped himself on his elbows and kissed her hungrily, occasionally traling down her neck. Their reiatsu was almost fully meshed, and their bodies were perfectly synchronized, her hips rising to meet his thrusts, their tongues dueling. Ichigo could feel them both closing in on another orgasm. Retsu pulled back from a kiss and moved her lips next to his ear. "Cum inside me, Ichigo."
Ichigo grunted as his balls emptied themselves into a moaning Unohana. She had cum as soon as the first shot of his hot seed had splashed inside her, and the undulation of her pussy extended his own orgasm, causing her to cum harder. He felt a slight ache from his groin signifying that he was completely out for the night.
The two shinigami continued kissing as they rolled over and she curled up on top of him. The Fouth Division captain sighed softly and regretfully when he finally shrunk enough to fall out of her, and buried her head into the crook of his neck. "When do you have to go, Ichigo?" she asked, the question muffled by his skin.
"I told you that I'm yours all night Retsu."
Her head lifted to stare at him with her slate-blue eyes. "Really?" There was an undercurrent of longing in her eyes and voice that Ichigo felt tug at parts of him that only Rukia and Orihime had previously touched.
He nodded and gave her a genuine smile as she slid down next to him to cuddle. Flipping a light sheet over them, Ichigo turned onto his side and kissed Retsu's forehead. The dark-haired woman drifted off to sleep almost immediately in his arms, one of her hands moving down to touch her abdomen lightly. He stopped and thought about the gesture for a moment, but knew through the feelings that he still received through their joined spiritual pressure that she would never take such a step without asking first. He fell asleep almost immediately afterwards.
It would be one of the best nights of sleep he could remember, and the only wake-up sex he had ever experienced. The feelings that his visit with Unohana engendered, however, would cause a few sleepless nights in the future.
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