Bodily matters, Bleach (Shinji/Urahara) Title: Bodily matters Author/Artist:shimyaku Rating: R-ish Warnings: gratuitous threats Prompt: Bleach - Shinji/Urahara - experimentation - learn to use what you’ve been given Word count: 693 Summary: Shinji has a bone to pick with a certain blonde shopkeeper. A/N: Late late late late late... orz. I'm very sorry these are so delayed.
"I never did thank you for giving me this, Kisuke. This body of mine."
Shinji took a final step forward, Urahara taking one more back in turn, and finding himself pressed against the wall. The other was less than an arm's length away by this point, thus leaving him with very little room for escape. How troublesome.
The blonde raised the fan in his hand, using it to cover both the lower half of his face, as well as the minute amount of trepidation he was feeling. It was useful that way. "Really Hirako-san, it was no trouble at all~. I do trust you are finding it to your liking? I'd hate to think I'd given you a dud."
"See, therein lies part of the problem," the Vizard explained, head bowed to the side in thought, "When one possesses such an interesting persona as I do, one can sometimes find it difficult to test one's limits, to find excitement... if you catch my meaning."
The shopkeeper felt his eyes widen slightly. "Ah, indeed."
"Yes indeed. Which, funnily enough, is where you come in. Again." The Vizard seemed annoyed suddenly.
"Little ol' me?" Urahara chortled, eyelashes fluttering. "Now really, whatever could I possibly do to help you, Hirako? Such an amazingly complex and advanced being that you are, when I'm just a mere salesman, so simple and lacklustre..."
Shinji frowned, closing the last remaining gap between them, small though it was. His slender form pressed against that of the other blonde, and he made to stare directly at the shopkeeper, daring him to talk his way out of this one. A little intimidation never went astray. He smirked.
"You see Urahara, my... other side's been gettin' a little restless of late - needing to get out a bit more, wanting to test his strength against a different opponent or two... you know how it is. And he suggested to me that you might in fact, be the perfect cure for his flightyness."
"Your alter-ego? He's feeling flighty? I could probably find a pill for that in the storeroom somewhere, y'know?" Urahara gulped when the other's expression made no change. "But I uh, imagine someone of your superior standing wouldn't be interested..." He wasn't sure he was enjoying this side of the former-shinigami. Rather, he was quite scary! What to do...
Hirako's expression was most unimpressed. "I have no interest in your concoctions, no... But I'll be blunt - I want you to give me your body Urahara-san." He raised his hand to point a forceful finger at the other. "And you can either submit peacefully, or I'll take you by force."
The shopkeeper blanched, though he recovered quickly, attempting to subtly side-step the other man as he spoke. "O-ho~. Well, sure, you can have it! Why didn't you ask that in the first place? I'll just go extract myself first, hmm? Then you can take whatever you wish!"
"Ohhh no you don't! You're staying in it!" Shinji easily caught the other before he got too far, grasping his bicep and pulling him close again. "I ain't bein' labelled a pseudo-necro for the rest of my days. You're staying. In. Your. Gi. Gai."
"Hnn, I do suppose that's not the best of names to go by." The shopkeeper sighed with mock resignation, waving his hand flippantly. "Ugh fine. Have your way with me. But on two conditions - one, you let me be an active partner, because I refuse to let you have all the fun, that's just plain unfair; and two, you better be a fast learner, because I'm betting I can teach you a glorious little trick or two if you're willing to pay attention~."
"Oh?" The slender blonde blinked in wonder and suspicion. "Is that agreement I hear? You seem very enthusiastic suddenly..."
"I like to think I'm very... adaptable. Hmm?" So long as he was getting something out of it, Kisuke was finding the proposition not as frightful as he'd initially thought. And if Hirako observed his conditions... well, how could he refuse? "Now let's get started shall we? There's a little something I think your tongue would be perfect for."