kinkfest | Bleach (Urahara/Ichigo) (Reply)

Title: Dirty Old Men
Author: Asiel
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Word count: 299
Summary: Now is not the time to be a perverted old man... usually.

Red lines streak across Ichigo’s skin from the middle of his back to the backs of his knees. He’s laying on his stomach while Urahara picks the pebbles out of the wounds on his shoulder. The blonde can almost feel the heat radiating from the lines, places where Benihime found her mark.

Hesitating just above Ichigo’s shorts, Urahara looks up at the teen. “There’s this stuff that Yoruichi left that will make the lines disappear in hours.. but you can put it on yourself if you want..” As much as he wants use the chance to put his hands on the body before him, now is not the time to be a perverted old man.

Twisting and squirming, trying to do it himself, Ichigo only ends up back where he started, panting harder, and in more pain. “I hate you.. What the hell was this exercise for anyway?”

“It was to teach you to listen. Just because your instincts tell you to do something doesn’t mean it’s the wisest course of action. To be a good leader, you need to make sure you know as much as possible about what’s going on, and sometimes that means ignoring the distractions right in front of you to see the bigger picture.”

“So I was supposed to ignore the rocks being thrown at me to avoid getting hit by you?” Ichigo raises an eyebrow, but for once, there’s not a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He may truly be getting this.

“Precisely. Now if you just take off all your clothes, I’ll rub this in, and you can sleep it off.” He considered himself lucky that Ichigo is so injured, as it’s easier to dodge away from the teen. Perhaps there’s never a wrong time to be a perverted old man.