Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ The Seireitei Seraglio ❯ Kisuke's Kinks ( Chapter 4 )

Tite Kubo owns Bleach. I don't. Enough said. I make no money from this.

 

Kisuke's Kinks

 

As they entered the shop Urahara looked at them, smiled and then sniffed the air. Making a face he commented, “You stink like fornicating ferrets. You'd only smell like that if you'd been having each other and didn't wash.”

 

The females of the group looked at each other, startled. They hadn't thought about washing because they had focused on sex, and then rescuing Ichigo.

 

Nanao inhaled the air and made a face. “He's right.”

 

“Oh, no. I can't go and rescue Ichigo if he can smell other people on me,” wailed Orihime, the ever ready tears springing to her eyes. Chad came and embraced her tightly, as did Kira and a number of other males, including Kisuke. It began to resemble a rugby scrum.

 

“Stop wailing all the time,” Rukia said sharply, annoyed again at how the males seemed to want to get close to the large breasted red head.

 

Ran had folded her arms, which drew a number of eyes to her cleavage, and looked at Kisuke with consideration. “How much will it cost?”

 

Those not trying to hug Orihime or who were not already looking at the 10th Division lieutenant with admiration and consternation, turned toward her, causing another disgusted sigh to be released by Rukia. She began to consider stuffing some socks down the front of her shirt just to get some attention.

 

“I prefer your body,” Uryu whispered in her ear as his finger stroked her arm, who had picked up on her disquiet. “It's easy to get close to you.”

 

“Large breasts are overrated, especially if you've nearly been suffocated by Matsumoto's as many times as I have,” Toshiro said appearing on Rukia's other side. She felt slightly placated by their assurance.

 

“I have an offer for you. I'll help you get to Las Noches if the ladies will permit me to join them in a bath,” the shopkeeper said with a lecherous leer on his face. His eyes were moving rapidly from one female to another in a calculating manner.

 

“Why should you get all the women to yourself?” Chad resented the request. He would like that opportunity to have all the woman waiting for him, wet from the water and from lust.

 

“Because it's my bath and I'm the only one who knows how to get you to Hueco Mundo,” the shopkeeper pointed out reasonably. “It won't take long, maybe.”

 

“But we need to bathe too,” said Hanatoro who was looking at the shopkeeper with anger. The others agreed, including the women.

 

Clearing his throat gently, Kisuke smiled and then offered, “When I'm finished you can use the bath.”

 

“What about the women?” the growl came from Sajin.

 

“But you want to be clean when you leave here, don't you?” was the reasonable suggestion.

 

Ran started to remove her clothes. “I don't care, just let me get clean.”

 

“Not in the shop. Have you no shame?” Kisuke ran to shut the door while his visitors all removed their clothes.

 

“No,” Ikkaku grinned. “Gave that away long ago.”

 

“Give me a break,” Kisuke said when he turned around to find everyone naked. He seemed slightly nervous. “You won't go to Hueco Mundo unless you meet my price.”

 

“Whatever,” Isane said. “Show us where this bath is.”

 

They were ushered into a large room which contained a very large bath, a bath that would be able to contain all the men as well as the women who were planning to rescue Ichigo. Once they were all inside, the shopkeeper secured the door as the women slipped into the steaming water. He rapidly divested himself of his garments and was about to enter the bath when a low, husky voice asked, “What are you doing Kisuke?”

 

The cat who asked the question morphed into her human form and gazed hard at the man.

 

“I brought them here for you, Yoruichi,” he lied, not very convincingly. He gazed at Isane, rather than look at his one time captain.

 

“And left those males outside? I don't think it was me you were thinking about,” she said her eyes centred on his groin. Seeing where her gaze was aimed he grabbed his hat to cover his obvious excitement.

 

“I was,” was his very feeble protest.

 

Ignoring him, Yoruichi walked to the door, opened it and called, “Come in. There's room for everything, but the method of payment had changed.”

 

The men streamed in, getting into the bath as soon as they could, each gravitating to the person they wanted most at that time.

 

“I don't like competition, unless it's Ichigo,” Kisuke complained.

 

“That's too bad,” said Yoruichi who was in the water, being stroked by Chad and Yumichika. “I like this. We should do it more often.”

 

Isane had taken pity on the shopkeeper and was paying him lip service. He had a happy smile on his face which quickly changed to fear as Hanatoro began groping his arse. “Ur, no thanks.”

 

“Coward,” Yumichika observed before he began screwing Yoruichi.

 

“Ichigo likes it when I do him,” Hanatoro said quietly, his hands persistently touching the man. “You'll like it too.”

 

Urahara groaned under Isane's ministrations and stopped protesting as Hanatoro began to show him how Ichigo liked it. Rapidly he became as enthusiastic as the rest of them to try anyone.

 

Soon the bath was filled with activity as each person pleasured and was pleasured by another.

 

Rukia had lost count of the number of times she had climaxed, but she felt clean and warm as she lay in the bath watching the others sate their lust. It struck her as weird that just the mention of Ichigo's name seemed to inspire another frenzied joining.

 

“How long before we can leave,” she asked Urahara who was looking very pleased.

 

“15 minutes if you promise to bring Ichigo back here,” he said languidly and then he kissed her on the mouth.

 

“Keep the bath warm,” Nanao told him as she ran her fingers down his chest.

 

Within the allotted time, and with much heated encouragement the pathway was available and they prepared to rescue the lodestone of their lust.