Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Bad Urahara! ❯ Bad Urahara! ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
Ichigo was tired. The hollow he was fighting tonight were weak and easily dispatched but for some reason there were so many. It was almost like that time Uryu used the bait to attract them for their duel so long ago, Ichigo even considered asking Uryu if he had used the stuff again, but decided against that. There was no way Uryu would do something so foolish again. Standing in front of Urahara's shop, Ichigo felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. When he had went home earlier he was a little miffed that Kon was not there and came here knowing it was the only other place the mod soul would go.
Sliding the door open he saw Urahara sitting on the floor facing him, his fan open hiding his face in shadow. Ichigo's gut clinched with the prophetic feeling that something bad had occurred or was about to occur.
"Where is Kon?" Ichigo asked, stepping into the shop and closing the door.
"Kon is not here." Urahara said fanning himself slightly. Ichigo felt a prickly feeling from the way Urahara was watching him. "There was an incident."
"What has that bastard done with my body?" Ichigo growled forgetting his ominous feeling as turbulent anger flooded his system.
"Your body was injured, nothing bad, but Kon did not want to be around when you arrived. Soooo....." Urahara said dragging out the last word as he tilted his head and shrugged his shoulder.
"That bastard. Where is my body?" Ichigo demanded, thinking up a hundred and one different ways to torture the mod.
"In the back." Urahara said folding the fan and pointing towards the back of the shop, a small smile gracing his face.
Ichigo cursed all the way through Urahara's shop, the screamed, "What the Fuck!"
Staring down at the casts that cover both his arms well past the elbows, the anger from earlier picked up a notch. It was so strong he could actually feel his hollow try to break loose of its prison. Turning to Urahara, Ichigo growled, "What happened?"
"You see, he was playing in a game with your sister and somehow managed to piss her off. I am surprised there was so few injuries." Urahara said with a light laugh in his voice. Ichigo growled in response and stormed the few feet to his body laying helplessly on the floor with a sheet covering him. As he prepared to merge with his body he looked up at Urahara and froze. There was an unmistakeable twinkle in his shadowed eyes. Frowning as the bad feeling resurfaced, Ichigo tried to think of what the crazy ex-captain scientist could be up to.
The moment he entered his body he knew what had Urahara in such a good mood. His body was on fire, barely responsive from the all consuming lust tingling through him. Slowly opening his eyes as his casted arms were pulled above his head he looked up into the gleaming gray eyes of Urahara, "Bastard," Ichigo tried to hiss but it came out as a breathy purr.
"I apologize Ichigo, but I couldn't resist your sexy body." Urahara whispered with a smile.
"You do know I'll kill you when I can control my body." Ichigo stated with a groan as Urahara rubbed himself against Ichigo's body.
"I'm hoping you will experience so much pleasure you will not want to kill me. Just lay there like a good boy and enjoy the effects of the aphrodisiac."
Ichigo hissed as Urahara ran his tongue up his neck to nibble on his ear, "Then let my arms go."
"Not until you are lost in feeling. If I let you loose, you will probably try to kill me, and then jack off in the bathroom."
Ichigo's eyes closed tight when Urahara lowered his hand to rub the pad of his thumb over his painfully erect nipple. Breathing harshly, trying not to pant, Ichigo took stock of his situation. Urahara had drugged him, the casts were a farce because his arms were not broken, he had most likely been playing with his uninhabited body, bringing him to the current level of lust, and if the pressure below meant anything, the bastard probably put something into him to stretch him out. Grinding his teeth against the jolt of pleasure coursing through him when Urahara swirled his tongue around his nipple, Ichigo tried to clear his mind. It wasn't working, he was being dragged further down into the raw need consuming his body. Urahara's hand trailed down his bare body and circled Ichigo's cock. Ichigo's back bowed off the floor as the ex-captain rubbed the pearly tip with his thumb.
"I've been waiting all day for this. I had no idea the bait I used would draw out so many damned hollows." Urahara whispered against his chest. The breath of his words blowing across his wet nipple drew a shiver from Ichigo.
"That was....Ahhhh....you." Ichigo said with a moan.
Urahara smiled against Ichigo's chest, "Yes," Then in one quick motion, Urahara let go of Ichigo's arms, dropped lower on his body and took Ichigo's cock into his mouth.
Ichigo screamed as tight, molten heat encased his member. His mind couldn't draw together a coherent thought as Urahara growled around him, the vibrations circling his body like ripples in water. He could feel Urahara's talented fingers cup his balls, rolling and massaging them, working hard to keep his mind fragmented.
'Yo King, Need some help?' Ichigo heard his inner hollow ask. Ichigo wanted to say yes but he was afraid of the consequences of letting the savage beast loose.
'Do not worry Ichigo, he will only temper the effects of Urahara's drug.' Zangetsu said calmly. Ichigo could almost feel the chiding note of Zangetsu's voice.
'No fun.' His hollow pouted.
'
Urahara jumped up, surprise widening his eyes as Ichigo sat up grabbing the mans blonde hair and smashing his lips into Urahara's. Rolling, Ichigo flipped Urahara to his back while devouring his mouth. Though the effects of the drug were lessened, they still coursed through Ichigo's system and he was going to use every bit of the heightened lust it gave him to teach Urahara the error of his ways. Sitting back on his knees between the surprised Urahara's legs, Ichigo used a binding kido to hold Urahara's arms above his head, completely reversing their positions. Urahara tried to release the kido, his eyes widening in understanding of his miscalculation, but Ichigo raised his reiatsu, forcing Urahara to whimper his defeat. Pulling Benihime from the cane sheath, Ichigo made quick work of Urahara's cloths, shredding most of them in his haste to expose the older mans body.
Urahara was panting, sweat glistening on his well-defined body. Ichigo growled his approval and lowered his mouth to trail his tongue up Urahara's stomach. Tasting the salty skin drove Ichigo higher, each swirl of his tongue raising goosebumps on Urahara's battle scared skin. Finding a dusty rose nipple, Ichigo sucked it into his mouth drawing a stuttered hiss from the blonde and a twitch of Urahara's hardened member against Ichigo's stomach. Reaching up, Ichigo pinched the other nipple as he rolled the pebbled bud in his mouth between his teeth. Urahara tried to break free again but Ichigo just blasted him with another flare of his reiatsu. Rising up, Ichigo looked down into Urahara's clouded eyes and rubbed his cock along Urahara's straining erection. Leaning down Ichigo nibbled on Urahara's pulse point, easing the pain with a lap of his tongue. Sliding up Urahara's throat, Ichigo whispered, "Why struggle, wasn't this what you wanted? Me naked and in your bed."
"I was hoping....Ahhh!" Urahara cried out as Ichigo bit the junction of his neck and shoulder, back arching into the younger man. Dropping to the floor when Ichigo began licking the bit mark, Urahara moaned, "to top."
"No one tops me." Ichigo purred, his mouth sliding back down Urahara's body, tongue dipping into every valley created by Urahara's twitching muscles. Reaching Urahara's navel, Ichigo dipped his tongue into the indent drawing a muffled moan from the blonde. Ichigo's eyes rose to see a painting, flushed Urahara biting the cloth of his remaining sleeve. Growling, Ichigo ripped the remaining fabric away from the ex-captain drawing gray eyes to his. Grinding his hips into Urahara, Ichigo leaned in and took Urahara's mouth. As the man gasped, Ichigo's tongue forced its way into the hot cavern of Urahara's mouth to massage the reluctant muscle within. After a few slow strokes Urahara began to duel with Ichigo as he groaned from the gentle rocking of Ichigo's hips. Breaking their kiss, Ichigo leaned back and brushed his fingers along Urahara's lips as he looked around. Spotting a clear bottle that had rolled away by their sudden switch in position, Ichigo leaned over and picked it up.
Urahara's eyes followed the bottle as Ichigo examined it, "This another experiment?"
Urahara's eyes snapped to Ichigo's with an indignant look. "No it is then." Ichigo said popping the lid and squeezing some out. Ichigo smiled as the aroma met his nose. "Strawberries?"
A bright blush began to color Urahara's cheeks but he kept his mouth shut. Ichigo leered at the older man as he sat the bottle down and grabbed one of Urahara's legs behind the knee and lifted it, spreading the panting man. Every inch Ichigo lowered his hand caused Urahara's breaths to speed up until Ichigo was sure Urahara would hyperventilate. Leaning down, Ichigo decided to distract the blonde with the appetizing cock standing between Urahara's legs. Swirling his tongue around the tip, Urahara gasped, dipping the tip of his tongue into the silt, Urahara bit his bottom lip, then Ichigo swallowed Urahara to the root, suppressing his gag reflex, and Urahara thumped his head on the floor with a moan. As Ichigo pulled off the velvety hard member in his mouth, he pushed one finger past the tight ring of muscles, drawing a strangled cry from the older man.
Pumping Urahara ruthlessly, Ichigo added another finger while nibbling the sensitive flesh at the tip of Urahara's cock. Hooking his fingers inside Urahara, Ichigo nailed the mans prostate as he swallowed Urahara to the base. A tormented scream caressed Ichigo's ears while Urahara's ass pulsed around his fingers. Unable to wait any longer, Ichigo removed his fingers from Urahara and rubbed another squirt of strawberry lube on his neglected cock. Rising up he lined himself up with Urahara's twitching entrance. Meeting Urahara's gray eyes, Ichigo pushed the tip of his cock past the barrier of Urahara's ass. Taking the mans hips into his hands, Ichigo pulled Urahara to him as he thrust deep with a content moan.
Urahara's eyes were closed tight, his teeth clamped down against the scream of pain from Ichigo's forced entrance. Ichigo leaned down and licked Urahara's bottom lip, staying still to allow the man to adjust to having him buried so deeply. Urahara opened his eyes as a tear escaped, rolling along the side of his face. Releasing the kido, Ichigo ran his hands up Urahara's arms and clasped his fingers with Urahara's. The blonde raised his head, brushing Ichigo's mouth with his, "At least I took longer to stretch you."
Ichigo chuckled, letting go of Urahara's hands to bury his fingers into Urahara's hair. Slanting his mouth on the older mans, Ichigo thrust his tongue into Urahara's mouth. Urahara's hands wrapped around Ichigo's back while he moved his hips experimentally, Ichigo groaned, pulled partially from Urahara's tight heat, then thrust deep again. Urahara groaned, sucking on Ichigo's tongue while his hands slid down Ichigo's back. Ichigo picked up his pace while rolling his hips, searching for Urahara's special spot. Urahara dropped his head to the floor and his hands squeezed Ichigo's ass when Ichigo nailed his prostate. Reaching down, Ichigo forced Urahara's legs wide, allowing him to slide a little deeper and drawing pleasurable gasps and moans from the blonde.
Ichigo felt Urahara's fingers bump into the plug the man had inserted long before Ichigo had merged with his body. Then he cried out as the thing sprung to life, vibrating and rotating against the walls of his channel. Rising up Ichigo grabbed Urahara's thighs, forcing the mans knees higher and began thrusting without mercy. Urahara grabbed Ichigo's wrists as the blonde screamed from the constant pummeling of the sensitive nerve bundle inside him. Ichigo grabbed one of Urahara's hands, wrapped it around one of the spread thighs tight with a silent command to hold on. Then Ichigo wrapped his free hand around Urahara's straining cock, pumping him in time with his brutal pace. Urahara screamed as his release hit him, spilling his hot seed on his stomach. Ichigo ground his teeth as Urahara's insides clamped down on his cock, trying to wring his release from him. Wrapping his hands around Urahara's hips, Ichigo began pulling the blonde into each rapid thrust. The slapping sound of skin on skin growing in volume and frequency as Ichigo neared his release. Leaning back, the heel of his foot bumped into the plug, forcing it into his prostate. With a roar, Ichigo bathed Urahara's insides with his release, every muscle in his body seized as Urahara's clinching muscles milked every drop from his body.
Dropping to his elbows, Ichigo painted from the force of the best orgasm of his life. Reaching back he took hold of the vibrating, wriggling plug and pulled it free with a groan. Holding it out to his side, Ichigo turned it off and marveled at its size. No wonder Urahara had been so disgruntled when Ichigo had taken him.
Turning back to the blonde, Urahara was panting, eyes closed while he trembled. Ichigo could feel himself hardening again within Urahara's hot channel. Startled eyes snapped open as Ichigo smiled, "Guess you should have tested that drug first." Leaning in he took Urahara's protesting mouth in a hard kiss.
Without warning Ichigo pulled out of Urahara and flipped the man to his hands and knees, then rammed home. Urahara let out a strangled scream as Ichigo drilled his prostate, bringing the blonde's body back to life. Ichigo kept up long hard strokes, aiming for Urahara's sweet spot on every third stroke as he reached around the panting man and stroked his hardening cock.
Leaning over Ichigo said, "Don't," ...thrust..., "Ever,"...thrust..., "Do,"...thrust..., "That,"...thrust..., "Again."
Urahara's arms gave out, dropping him to the floor as he whimpered from what Ichigo could only imagine was sensory overload. Ichigo could feel Urahara's legs trembling from trying to hold his weight as Ichigo pistoned into him. Dropping his ass to the calves of his legs, Ichigo allowed Urahara's legs to collapse, leaving the man a boneless heap on his lap. Wrapping both hands around Urahara's hips Ichigo pulled and pushed on the blonde as he rolled his hips. Urahara's keening cries drove Ichigo faster as he squeezed his thighs together around Urahara's cock. Urahara's hands reached back and wrapped around Ichigo's wrists, gray eyes silently begging him to finish him quickly.
Pulling out, Ichigo rolled Urahara to his side and lifted one of his legs to hook over his shoulder, while Ichigo straddled the other leg. Snapping his hips forward, Urahara screamed as Ichigo buried deeper inside the hot tight channel. Wrapping a hand around Urahara's thigh and the other around the blondes weeping member, Ichigo trust deeper, faster, reaching for a second release. Urahara's body convulsed as Ichigo began to target his prostate, hitting with each savage thrust. Urahara clawed at the floor, trying to push his body into every thrust, desperate to fall over the ledge of pleasure. One strong pull on the blondes cock sent Urahara over the edge with a hoarse cry, Ichigo grit his teeth as Urahara's muscles clamped down on him. Ichigo's release tore through him like a tidal wave, throwing his head back he roared at the intensity of a second release as his eyes dimmed from the overload. Then he dropped to the floor behind Urahara, panting and hoping this was the last round, but knowing the effects of the drug were far from sated.

Tessai sat at the table in the dinning room sipping his tea as his boss screamed, "NOT AGAIN YOU FREAK!"
To his estimation, this will be their third time this night and Tessai doubted it would be the last. He had warned his boss not to use the experimental drug on the boy but Urahara had said he knew what he was doing. Looks like he forgot to take the boys age into account in his equations or the fact that the boy was not really human nor Shinigami. Tessai chuckled as his boss let out a passion filled scream. His boss had also forgotten that the boy was very aggressive and very powerful. Tessai knew there would be no way his boss would come out on top. It was nice to be proven right once in a while. He briefly wondered if he should save his boss but then abandoned that thought. Even if he managed to knock Ichigo unconscious, his inner hollow would probably take over for Urahara's nerve in thinking he could be top. Oh well.

Urahara panted, a pile of useless muscle on the floor after his fifth, FIFTH, orgasm. Tears of relief were streaking down the sides of his face as an unconscious and lightly snoring Ichigo lay on his chest. Thanks to all things holy the boys body had finally given out. Urahara briefly entertained the idea of killing the young man for the pain he knew he was going to experience when he woke tomorrow. Then the blood in his veins ran cold as Ichigo trailed his tongue up his throat, "God no." Urahara muttered. Then his heart stuttered to a stop as yellow and black eyes met his. He was frozen in fear as the hollow looked down at him.
"Too bad King's body is so tired or I would take his place fer a while." The hollow purred in a low voice, then leaned down to trail his tongue along Urahara's lip. "Try that again and no matter how tired King is, I will fuck you till you can't walk ever again. Understand?"
Urahara couldn't say anything, only nod as the black bled out of Ichigo's eyes and he laid his head down again. Taking a shuttering breath, he fought down his fear. That was too close. He had totally forgot about the hollow lying in wait within Ichigo. Closing his eyes he decided he would heed the hollows threat and never give that aphrodisiac to Ichigo again. Maybe if he could come up with....no....no...no! It wouldn't be worth the possible threat. Sighing Urahara closed his eyes and let himself drift towards sleep when he felt Ichigo move, opening his eyes he looked up into Ichigo's. The boy looked exhausted and gently pulled a limp cock from Urahara's aching entrance.
"I heard him. I won't let him do that to you, but I agree with him. Please do not tempt fate again." Ichigo said as he lay beside Urahara with a groan. Rolling over he wrapped his arms around Urahara, pulling the blonde into his embrace. "I'm too tired to go home or clean us up. Sorry."
"No need to apologize." Urahara said with a sigh as Ichigo pulled a sheet over them. Urahara smiled when he heard the soft snoring coming from the young man at his back, maybe he wouldn't try any more drugs on the boy but he sure as hell was going to try to top him someday. Sighing he felt his exhausted body reaching for sleep and happily let himself be dragged under while held in Ichigo's warm embrace.