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All the Way	By : TsuzukiM Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2187 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Kurosaki Ichigo had been spending more and more time at Kiske Urahara’s shop. It was the easiest and most convenient place to leave his body and he’d come to trust Urahara to watch over it. Urahara often wondered why he didn’t make more use of Kon at home. That wonderment came to and end when Ichigo ranted about how the errant mod soul tended to cause all manner of trouble with his odd behavior in front of his family.
So Urahara would babysit Ichigo/Kon occasionally. In fact, of late he’d been openly encouraging Ichigo to leave Kon in his body here. So far, nobody had even stopped to wonder at his ulterior motives for going through the trouble. Urahara had to chuckle in self-satisfaction at how often people failed to guess at his motives for doing anything. He did have a tendency to manipulate people. After all, Kon had something of an irritating personality, even if he always became just a little more subdued in Ichigo’s body.
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Renji and Ichigo had been making frequent use of the practice grounds beneath the shop. When those two got really into a good sparring match they often forgot the passage of time and wouldn’t emerge for the better part of the day, sometimes more. They would drag themselves up the ladder exhausted, freeload off Urahara’s good graces and then Ichigo would drag his tired body back home.
It had all started quite by mistake. Ichigo was out doing his Shinigami shit. He’d left his body on a mat on the floor in one of the spare rooms. He and Renji had run out hunting hallows. True to his nature, Ichigo’s poor body was left haphazardly sprawled across the floor, his face pressing directly against the floor. Urahara liked to keep things neat, and he’d sat beside the limp form and gently rolled him onto his back onto the matt. He set Ichigo’s head against the pillow.
But damn Ichigo was an attractive man. He was so young, the flush of youth still deep in his skin and his body still growing into a splendid adult male. Urahara sighed, his thoughts turning lecherous.
He started to rise, but then settled back onto his haunches. Just a little touch couldn’t hurt- a little taste of the forbidden fruit. Right?
He settled onto one hip beside the boy, leaning over him with one pal on either side of his face. It was like he was sleeping, the breathing shallow and regular. Urahara ran his fingers through his short course hair. It really was an amazing color. It looked orange at a distance, but when you got up real close to it, it really was the most astounding mixture of deep red and blonde. His fingers crossed along Ichigo’s jaw, and then made their way past his cheek. Yes, his skin- fabulously unblemished by typical teenaged acne. It was soft and covered by a layer of down that would hopefully never bristle into full blown facial hair.
The head tilted of its own, a murmur escaped his mouth, mesmerizing Urahara for a moment. He must be in the thick of battle. The body responded to its master’s experiences even while he was away. Urahara’s thumb shifted to brush across one pink lip, caressing the soft flesh. Then, giving into yet one too many impulses Urahara pressed his thumb past the finely shaped mouth and into the heated cavern beyond.
Suddenly Urahara was rock hard beneath his striped pants, his cock aching for attention.
He withdrew, fisting his hand in front of him and making a face like he’d just ate too sour a lemon. “God damnit this is so damn wrong! Why do I get these urges? I really should just stop right now because if I actually did anything he’d be soooo pissed!”
But he turned back when the body murmured again. Cursing his own inability to resist temptation he slid his fingers back into Ichigo’s mouth. He swirled his finger around his fleshy tongue, and slid them in and out across his lips in a very unsatisfying simulation of the real act. He could imagine how that hot mouth would feel around his cock.
Shaking off the part of his mind that screamed caution, he turned his attention lower on Ichigo’s body. Gingerly he unsnapped the button on his fly and said, “Oopsy!” into the empty room. Then down went the zipper. Finally, he shrugged and dropped any pretext and just shoved Ichigo’s shirt up and then pulled his pants down, exposing his body from chest to thighs.
And there it was. Nobody had taught Ichigo how to shave the old twig and berries and it was nestled in a thick patch of a darker version of what was on his head- substantially less blonde was in it. His musky scent that frequent showers would never completely be defeated wafted up and Urahara inhaled it deeply.
Urahara ran his fingers over his tight abs, across the boy’s thighs and toyed with his cock. He discovered that Ichigo’s body responded to touch even without Ichigo actually in it. He stroked him to erect. When a bead of precum formed on the tip Urahara licked it off. He shuddered. With his fingers he pressed into the cleft of Ichigo’s ass. He found the entrance and forced two fingers inside. The body gasped and sighed a little, his head turned a little but that was all. Urahara whined in desperate need, wanting so bad to just shove his cock within the boy and fuck him into oblivion.
He even found the node within him that if touched the right way, might make Ichigo sing. Urahara flicked it, and bent to suck at Ichigo’s cock. Ichigo moaned slightly and Urahara worked hard, sucking and bobbing his head. The cock became hard- oh so hard! And Urahara teased his pleasure spot in the same rhythm he teased his cock. Ichigo came in his mouth, the hot semen spurted up, spilling over Urahara’s lips and chin and spilling across Ichigo’s stomach.
“Urahara-san?”
Urahara almost leapt from his skin. It was Ururu looking for him for something. She called to him again and he said, “I’ll be right out Ururu.”
He grabbed the nearest blanket and hastily wiped Ichigo off and put him back together.
“Oh man,” he said to himself, eyeing Ichigo. His face was baby-like when he slept, deprived of his ever present scowl. “When did I become such a pervert?”
Now he was horny as hell, and would be tortured by thoughts of Ichigo at least for the rest of the night. He lingered just a moment longer at the door, his eyes on Ichigo’s reposed face and a wicked grin crept across his mouth. Yeah, it was a little like necrophilia, to molest someone’s unoccupied body. There was almost no real response. An idea hatched.
Meanwhile, Ichigo dug his feet in and met the full brunt of the Hallow’s strike. He was pushed back, his feet leaving tracks in the sand. He was doing fine until he hit the rock. Basically the thing kicked him into a rock. In the process Zangetsu was forced into the pad of it’s animal foot, slicing it almost in half. It howled in pain and pulled back from him.
Renji swung in between them and hollered, “Let me get the job done, since you can’t!” and Ichigo watched him leap up and slice the mask off the beast. He peeled himself off the rock, hearing cracks come from his back that a guy his age shouldn’t hear. And that’s the first time it happened. As he watched Renji deftly sliced the mask and land before the Hallow had dematerialized. He landed like a cat and seamlessly turned to walk toward him with a cocky strut.
“Now that’s how you do it, kiddo.”
Ichigo blushed ten shades of pink. Watching Renji kill their sixty thousandth Hallow that month suddenly turned Ichigo on. Instead of a smart assed comeback he spluttered for a second with his face burning. Finally he said, “Well I figured I should let you get one once in a while. ”
Renji laughed, “Yeah, keep telling yourself that. ” He paused for a second and Ichigo realized Renji was reading something in him. He smiled, eyes crinkling, He swung his zonpaktu behind his back like a batter stretching, “Don’t tell me you’re tired already! I could kill ten more!”
Renji’s Hakama fell open, revealing a slice of the tattooing that ran across his chest. His eyes played over Renji’s form and the practiced ease, bordering on carelessness in the way he swung the blade. Ichigo caught himself staring and ripped his eyes away when Renji caught his eye and grinned at him. “I’ll take that bet. ”
They turned to walk back to the shop.
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