Anything Goes
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Category:
Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
6,470
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Surrender
Isshin creeps slowly down the hall. He knows what he’s about to do is wrong on so many levels but he just can’t help himself, the temptation’s too great. Besides, it’s their fault for leaving the door cracked open. Just because the house had been empty didn’t mean someone couldn’t show up. It was really very careless. Satisfied with his logic he stops outside Ichigo’s door and leans against the frame carefully. Peeking through the crack he settles in to watch.
The sight that greets him does not disappoint. He should have known Ichigo would be beautiful like this. He’s straddling Urahara’s lap, riding his cock with long, slow strokes. Ichigo scratches his nails down Urahara’s stomach, up his own thighs, across his torso to pinch and twist his nipples. His breath catches and his back arches further.
Ichigo gives a twist of his hips that must feel really damn good because Isshin hasn’t heard Urahara moan like that since...well since they were in the academy together and Isshin shoved two fingers up his ass one drunken night. They must have been at it for awhile because they’re getting impatient now, both moving faster, harder. Ichigo’s got a hand wrapped around his cock, fist flying along the length. His head is thrown back, neck exposed and tempting. Isshin can practically taste his sweat from here; just the thought of running his tongue over Ichigo’s collarbone is making him drool.
He tears his eyes away from his son to watch Urahara. He’s always something to see. His eyes are half closed, his mouth open slightly, panting. Isshin can see the flush on his cheeks darken as he snaps his hips up harder into Ichigo. The muscles in his abs are rippling with each move, straining with the effort. His hands are gripping Ichigo’s hips tightly, most likely leaving behind bruises. For once he isn’t wearing his hat and without it he doesn’t look much older than Ichigo. In fact he looks pretty damn young. Vulnerable. The last time he looked like that...
Isshin shakes his head clear of the thought and refocuses on Ichigo.
The boy’s shaking a little now, his muscles trembling lightly then snapping tight moments before he comes. He shouts something but Isshin can’t make it out. When Ichigo finally relaxes and slumps forward Urahara rolls them over, hikes up Ichigo’s legs and starts pounding.
Ichigo reaches up, pulls his head down and kisses him hungrily. Both men moan loud and deep before breaking apart. Urahara rests his forehead on Ichigo’s as his thrusts get ragged. Ichigo’s lips are moving but again Isshin can’t make out what he’s saying, his words just a low murmur. Whatever it is it pushes Urahara over the edge. He buries himself deep one last time and stays there, hips twitching, breathing hard.
Eventually Urahara collapses down onto Ichigo with a groan and a smile. He nuzzles into the boy’s neck with a content little sigh. Isshin watches quietly, waiting for…something. He’s not sure what exactly.
Its a few minutes before anyone moves but soon enough Ichigo’s pushing on Urahara’s shoulder to get him to pull out and roll off. When he does they kiss again and suddenly it’s too much for Isshin. He has to get away from the room, away from the intimacy he never should have seen.
He closes the door as quietly as he can and turns around. He takes a moment to calm down and is just about to walk away; ready to jerk off alone before trying to forget what he saw, when he hears his name. His heart seizes in his chest as he freezes where he is. When he turns back around the door is open and Urahara’s standing there, naked and unashamed, like he hasn’t just fucked Isshin’s son within an inch of his life. Isshin doesn’t want to look Ichigo’s way, he doesn’t want to watch his son as he tries to catch his breath, sprawled out on his bed uncaring that his father is standing in the doorway. He looks at him anyways. As he does he sees Urahara smirk out the corner of his eye.
The anger is instant and overwhelming. Isshin knows now that Urahara, and probably Ichigo as well, knew the truth before today. That leaving the door cracked wasn’t a mistake. That this was all some kind of test, the kind that Urahara loves to give and in that moment he could kill the man for doing this to him. For essentially torturing him, rubbing his face in the fact that he could never have Ichigo for himself. Before he has a chance to say or do anything Urahara speaks.
“You know we did this all for you. We thought you might finally get the hint that you were free to join us. I didn’t think you would just walk away.” He sighs softly and then grins. “Although, I’m sure it’s not too late, if you’ve changed your mind.”
Isshin’s eyes widen and he looks at his son. “Ichigo?”
There’s a long pause where Isshin starts to think that maybe he misunderstood but then Ichigo sits up and with a look of sheer determination holds out his hand.
Isshin lets out the breath he didn’t know he was holding and steps into the room closing the door behind him.
End
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Vamprina: I've thought about role-playing Urahara but I don't know if I'd actually be any good at it. Inspiration only comes to me at odd times and I have long dry spells, I don't know if I'd be able to keep up. I haven't totally thrown out the idea though.
The sight that greets him does not disappoint. He should have known Ichigo would be beautiful like this. He’s straddling Urahara’s lap, riding his cock with long, slow strokes. Ichigo scratches his nails down Urahara’s stomach, up his own thighs, across his torso to pinch and twist his nipples. His breath catches and his back arches further.
Ichigo gives a twist of his hips that must feel really damn good because Isshin hasn’t heard Urahara moan like that since...well since they were in the academy together and Isshin shoved two fingers up his ass one drunken night. They must have been at it for awhile because they’re getting impatient now, both moving faster, harder. Ichigo’s got a hand wrapped around his cock, fist flying along the length. His head is thrown back, neck exposed and tempting. Isshin can practically taste his sweat from here; just the thought of running his tongue over Ichigo’s collarbone is making him drool.
He tears his eyes away from his son to watch Urahara. He’s always something to see. His eyes are half closed, his mouth open slightly, panting. Isshin can see the flush on his cheeks darken as he snaps his hips up harder into Ichigo. The muscles in his abs are rippling with each move, straining with the effort. His hands are gripping Ichigo’s hips tightly, most likely leaving behind bruises. For once he isn’t wearing his hat and without it he doesn’t look much older than Ichigo. In fact he looks pretty damn young. Vulnerable. The last time he looked like that...
Isshin shakes his head clear of the thought and refocuses on Ichigo.
The boy’s shaking a little now, his muscles trembling lightly then snapping tight moments before he comes. He shouts something but Isshin can’t make it out. When Ichigo finally relaxes and slumps forward Urahara rolls them over, hikes up Ichigo’s legs and starts pounding.
Ichigo reaches up, pulls his head down and kisses him hungrily. Both men moan loud and deep before breaking apart. Urahara rests his forehead on Ichigo’s as his thrusts get ragged. Ichigo’s lips are moving but again Isshin can’t make out what he’s saying, his words just a low murmur. Whatever it is it pushes Urahara over the edge. He buries himself deep one last time and stays there, hips twitching, breathing hard.
Eventually Urahara collapses down onto Ichigo with a groan and a smile. He nuzzles into the boy’s neck with a content little sigh. Isshin watches quietly, waiting for…something. He’s not sure what exactly.
Its a few minutes before anyone moves but soon enough Ichigo’s pushing on Urahara’s shoulder to get him to pull out and roll off. When he does they kiss again and suddenly it’s too much for Isshin. He has to get away from the room, away from the intimacy he never should have seen.
He closes the door as quietly as he can and turns around. He takes a moment to calm down and is just about to walk away; ready to jerk off alone before trying to forget what he saw, when he hears his name. His heart seizes in his chest as he freezes where he is. When he turns back around the door is open and Urahara’s standing there, naked and unashamed, like he hasn’t just fucked Isshin’s son within an inch of his life. Isshin doesn’t want to look Ichigo’s way, he doesn’t want to watch his son as he tries to catch his breath, sprawled out on his bed uncaring that his father is standing in the doorway. He looks at him anyways. As he does he sees Urahara smirk out the corner of his eye.
The anger is instant and overwhelming. Isshin knows now that Urahara, and probably Ichigo as well, knew the truth before today. That leaving the door cracked wasn’t a mistake. That this was all some kind of test, the kind that Urahara loves to give and in that moment he could kill the man for doing this to him. For essentially torturing him, rubbing his face in the fact that he could never have Ichigo for himself. Before he has a chance to say or do anything Urahara speaks.
“You know we did this all for you. We thought you might finally get the hint that you were free to join us. I didn’t think you would just walk away.” He sighs softly and then grins. “Although, I’m sure it’s not too late, if you’ve changed your mind.”
Isshin’s eyes widen and he looks at his son. “Ichigo?”
There’s a long pause where Isshin starts to think that maybe he misunderstood but then Ichigo sits up and with a look of sheer determination holds out his hand.
Isshin lets out the breath he didn’t know he was holding and steps into the room closing the door behind him.
End
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Vamprina: I've thought about role-playing Urahara but I don't know if I'd actually be any good at it. Inspiration only comes to me at odd times and I have long dry spells, I don't know if I'd be able to keep up. I haven't totally thrown out the idea though.