Tales of a Broken Society
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Perfection 1 (Urahara/Kensai)
[b]Please note that all characters are of age when it comes to sexual situations of any kind. This story set is an AU! Like every other story that I have. Thank you.[/b]
Title: Perfection
Subtitle: Not Quite Perfect
Fandom: Bleach
Club/Contest: Drawn From a Hat
Pairing Number: 1
Pairing: Kensai/Urahara
Category: Shonen-ai (the cute)
Word count: 1,060
AN: So, I’m doing this to go with the Summer Writing Months thing on Gaia Online. I plan on writing at the least three (3) Drawn from a Hat story sets, each story at the least 1,000 words, no less. You’ll notice the above word count. I think I’m starting out pretty damn good. :D
Okay, enjoy the start of this. Remember! This is a chapter story! But under my ‘Tales From a Broken Society’ due to the fact some of the pairings that came up are also requested pairings. Enjoy.
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It was almost time to go, almost time to betray the people who they had though were friends, even after the hurt they had been delt. They weren’t really surprised that they were doing this really, but they were surprised at just how easy the decision was for them. It should have taken weeks, months even, to come to the decision toe betray, but it hadn’t. It had taken them one hour and one hour only to make their choice. All it had taken was a pair of flashing brown eyes and a story showing the truth of their so called allies.
That had happened a month ago and they were due to leave Karakura town for Hueco Mundo and Aizens home, Los Noches, in less then a weeks time.
“Why are we doing this?” Urahara asked as he stared at the sake bottle before him, ignoring the inelegant snort from his companion. “Yes there is the whole ‘they’ll kill us just because we didn’t stop him’ thing, but we can leave and hide like before. So why did we agree to join him and his friends in leaving behind everything?”
“We’re doing it because it’s the right thing to do,” was the growled reply as the other slammed his saucer down.
“That and because we’re so damned head over heels for the two that we should never think about,” Urahara snorted, eyes turning to gaze at Kensai from under his hat. Kensai snorted in return, returning the look.
“I can’t help that I have a thing for powerful, smart brats,” Kensai sneered, watching Urahara roll his eyes. “What about you? Why Nova?” he asked.
“No idea. He would do good with Sado-san or Ichigo-kun, so I have no idea why I want him the way I do,” the shop keeper replied quietly. “But I do and it’s rather hopeless. I think I ended up messing up on his sex drive when he was created.
“You? Fuck up? No, not possible,” Kensai drawled.
Glaring at the other, Urahara snorted and poured a bit more of the sake into their cups as he mused.
“No, I didn’t suppose I did. That doesn’t mean that Nova has a sex drive since I’ve never seen or heard a word about him wanting someone,” he hummed, slugging back his drink before blinking at the burn of the drink. Kensai just snorted and followed Uraharas example, slugging back his own. they were pathetic; falling for two very interesting red heads that were on the opposite sides of the spectrum of attitudes. It was amazing that the two even got along in the first place.
Shaking his head, the silver haired man thought back over his past relationships, a bitter smile dancing over his lips. He always had to choose the hard ones, the ones that were near impossible to keep going if he even got them in the first place. Various seated officers, a few civilians and even a fellow taicho, but all had been unsatisfied with coming in second place against his work, or had been unhappy with barely seeing each other. Hell.
After a while, he had gotten to the point where he had one night stands and fuck buddies, no true relationships. He and Urahara had a friendship like that, since neither of them wanted to sleep with one of the Vizards. It wouldn’t have been very fun afterwards, so they had never tried. Looking over to his friend, knowing neither of them would be able to get it up quiet as well as they would hope, the tattooed vizard flopped down, his head dropping into Uraharas lap.
“Pat my hair, bitch,” he snorted, getting an indulgent look from the blond man. “Come on, you know you wanna,” he cajoled, watching dark eyes roll at his antics.
“Tell me why I put up with you?” Urahara drawled as one hand tunneled into shoft, short hair.
“I’m cute and adorable,” Kensai drawled softly in return, eyes dark and happy with pleasure of the touch. Urahara just laughed softly at that, eyes rolling at the playful nature of the other male. Tugging ever so lightly on the silver hair in retaliation of the reply, he went back to stroking the others scalp lightly. He would never admit it but he loved just relaxing and touching another, but so far in his long life had he never found someone who would indulge in it with him. and that one was the one who currently was making happy little noises in his lap.
It was kinda cute how Kensai would turn into a giant purring cat when stroked and touched just right. He had discovered that little tidbit one night as they celebrated a day of surviving teaching at the academy. They had been drinking and fucking before falling into Kensais bed, still wet from their shower. Urahara had, in some way, thought that it would be a good idea to start petting the smug looking man and had been pleasantly surprised at the reaction he got.
The smug looking tattooed man had been turned into a pussy cat under his stroking fingers. It had amazed Urahara, making him search for the spots that did it, finding each and every one. They both slept well that night and had agreed not to talk about it again unless both were beyond drunk. Urahara still took advantage of the spots that hadn’t changed in all of the time since that night.
“You’re thinking to hard,” Kensai slurred, eyes glazed as he shifted into a more comfortable position on the floor pillows. The shop keeper snorted and laid out himself, eyeing the head that rested on his stomach.
“Just thinking ‘bout that night,” Urahara replied once he got comfortable himself. Kensai poked at him with a frown, huffing lightly against the firm stomach.
“Not supposed to think about that night. It’s embarrassing,” he whined, glaring up at his friend. The blond started to snicker as he stroked the others head a few times. Kensaid just rolled his eyes again and settled back down. Urahara got his laughter back under control and relaxed to.
They were betraying Soul Societ, they loved two people that they should never really love in their opinions and were happily plastered. All was fine with the world at the moment.
Even if it wasn’t perfect.
Title: Perfection
Subtitle: Not Quite Perfect
Fandom: Bleach
Club/Contest: Drawn From a Hat
Pairing Number: 1
Pairing: Kensai/Urahara
Category: Shonen-ai (the cute)
Word count: 1,060
AN: So, I’m doing this to go with the Summer Writing Months thing on Gaia Online. I plan on writing at the least three (3) Drawn from a Hat story sets, each story at the least 1,000 words, no less. You’ll notice the above word count. I think I’m starting out pretty damn good. :D
Okay, enjoy the start of this. Remember! This is a chapter story! But under my ‘Tales From a Broken Society’ due to the fact some of the pairings that came up are also requested pairings. Enjoy.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It was almost time to go, almost time to betray the people who they had though were friends, even after the hurt they had been delt. They weren’t really surprised that they were doing this really, but they were surprised at just how easy the decision was for them. It should have taken weeks, months even, to come to the decision toe betray, but it hadn’t. It had taken them one hour and one hour only to make their choice. All it had taken was a pair of flashing brown eyes and a story showing the truth of their so called allies.
That had happened a month ago and they were due to leave Karakura town for Hueco Mundo and Aizens home, Los Noches, in less then a weeks time.
“Why are we doing this?” Urahara asked as he stared at the sake bottle before him, ignoring the inelegant snort from his companion. “Yes there is the whole ‘they’ll kill us just because we didn’t stop him’ thing, but we can leave and hide like before. So why did we agree to join him and his friends in leaving behind everything?”
“We’re doing it because it’s the right thing to do,” was the growled reply as the other slammed his saucer down.
“That and because we’re so damned head over heels for the two that we should never think about,” Urahara snorted, eyes turning to gaze at Kensai from under his hat. Kensai snorted in return, returning the look.
“I can’t help that I have a thing for powerful, smart brats,” Kensai sneered, watching Urahara roll his eyes. “What about you? Why Nova?” he asked.
“No idea. He would do good with Sado-san or Ichigo-kun, so I have no idea why I want him the way I do,” the shop keeper replied quietly. “But I do and it’s rather hopeless. I think I ended up messing up on his sex drive when he was created.
“You? Fuck up? No, not possible,” Kensai drawled.
Glaring at the other, Urahara snorted and poured a bit more of the sake into their cups as he mused.
“No, I didn’t suppose I did. That doesn’t mean that Nova has a sex drive since I’ve never seen or heard a word about him wanting someone,” he hummed, slugging back his drink before blinking at the burn of the drink. Kensai just snorted and followed Uraharas example, slugging back his own. they were pathetic; falling for two very interesting red heads that were on the opposite sides of the spectrum of attitudes. It was amazing that the two even got along in the first place.
Shaking his head, the silver haired man thought back over his past relationships, a bitter smile dancing over his lips. He always had to choose the hard ones, the ones that were near impossible to keep going if he even got them in the first place. Various seated officers, a few civilians and even a fellow taicho, but all had been unsatisfied with coming in second place against his work, or had been unhappy with barely seeing each other. Hell.
After a while, he had gotten to the point where he had one night stands and fuck buddies, no true relationships. He and Urahara had a friendship like that, since neither of them wanted to sleep with one of the Vizards. It wouldn’t have been very fun afterwards, so they had never tried. Looking over to his friend, knowing neither of them would be able to get it up quiet as well as they would hope, the tattooed vizard flopped down, his head dropping into Uraharas lap.
“Pat my hair, bitch,” he snorted, getting an indulgent look from the blond man. “Come on, you know you wanna,” he cajoled, watching dark eyes roll at his antics.
“Tell me why I put up with you?” Urahara drawled as one hand tunneled into shoft, short hair.
“I’m cute and adorable,” Kensai drawled softly in return, eyes dark and happy with pleasure of the touch. Urahara just laughed softly at that, eyes rolling at the playful nature of the other male. Tugging ever so lightly on the silver hair in retaliation of the reply, he went back to stroking the others scalp lightly. He would never admit it but he loved just relaxing and touching another, but so far in his long life had he never found someone who would indulge in it with him. and that one was the one who currently was making happy little noises in his lap.
It was kinda cute how Kensai would turn into a giant purring cat when stroked and touched just right. He had discovered that little tidbit one night as they celebrated a day of surviving teaching at the academy. They had been drinking and fucking before falling into Kensais bed, still wet from their shower. Urahara had, in some way, thought that it would be a good idea to start petting the smug looking man and had been pleasantly surprised at the reaction he got.
The smug looking tattooed man had been turned into a pussy cat under his stroking fingers. It had amazed Urahara, making him search for the spots that did it, finding each and every one. They both slept well that night and had agreed not to talk about it again unless both were beyond drunk. Urahara still took advantage of the spots that hadn’t changed in all of the time since that night.
“You’re thinking to hard,” Kensai slurred, eyes glazed as he shifted into a more comfortable position on the floor pillows. The shop keeper snorted and laid out himself, eyeing the head that rested on his stomach.
“Just thinking ‘bout that night,” Urahara replied once he got comfortable himself. Kensai poked at him with a frown, huffing lightly against the firm stomach.
“Not supposed to think about that night. It’s embarrassing,” he whined, glaring up at his friend. The blond started to snicker as he stroked the others head a few times. Kensaid just rolled his eyes again and settled back down. Urahara got his laughter back under control and relaxed to.
They were betraying Soul Societ, they loved two people that they should never really love in their opinions and were happily plastered. All was fine with the world at the moment.
Even if it wasn’t perfect.