Erotophobia

A.N.:Two-Shot!
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Warning: Lemon! Don't like, don't read!

Right after Ichigo got his powers back….
Outside Urahara Shop

Ichigo looked around and was confused when he saw no sign of Ururu or Jinta. The shop was closed but that didn't deter him as he walked up to the door, knowing that Kisuke was never far away from his shop. He knocked on the shop door but got no response. "Weird," he muttered as he looked through a window. "Is Kisuke out right now?"

The reason Ichigo was at Urahara Shop was because now that Ichigo had his powers back, he needed to get back to training in order to resharpen his skills. His training with Xcution had been sufficient to get him back into fighting shape but he now needed to get back into the swing of fighting as a Soul Reaper; hence why he was seeking Kisuke for guidance.

Figuring that the man wouldn't mind if Ichigo decided to spend a little time in his underground chamber, Ichigo sneaked in through a window that was opened halfway and crept through the darkened shop. He headed for the trapdoor which obscured the ladder leading down to the chamber. However, his attention was preoccupied when he heard a loud groan. Turning around, he closed his eyes and heard it again, only this time deeper and in stereo. Spotting the one door with light shining beneath the door, Ichigo figured that was the source of the groaning. Tiptoeing, Ichigo made his way to the door and pressed his ear to the door, wondering what was going on inside.

"Oooooooh!"

Ichigo's ears widened in alarm and he backed away. As much as common sense told him not to do it, curiosity got the better of him and he cracked the door open to peek inside….

What Ichigo had stumbled into was Yoruichi's bedroom. The woman herself was lying on her futon…completely naked…moaning wildly…with an equally naked Kisuke on top of her.

"Ohhhh, Kisuke!" Yoruichi moaned as she arched her back, her bouncy Double-D breasts swaying wildly like bowls of jello as Kisuke pumped his cock into her rapidly. "Oooooh, you know what this kitty likes!"

The shopkeeper grinned as he put one of Yoruichi's legs on his shoulders, lifting her up to slide into her wet pussy at a deeper angle. He pressed his lips against her leg and dragged his tongue up and down her soft skin. He knew all of Yoruichi's kinks and one of them was having her body worshipped while in the throes of passion.

Nails clawed at the futon as Yoruichi was brought to orgasm. "OHHHHHHH!" she moaned. Kisuke merely grinned as her tight hole became tighter around him, the futon beneath the two becoming wet as Kisuke pulled out, love juices gushing from the werecat's cunt. Before Yoruichi had time to bask in the glow of her climax, Kisuke had gripped the woman's waist and rolled her over onto her front, raising her ass into the air before sliding his cock back into its new home. "Ah!" Yoruichi gripped the sheets as Kisuke slammed into her with abandon. "Fuck!"

The round cheeks of Yoruichi's luscious ass jiggled with each strike, turning Kisuke on as he pumped his cock in and out of her. Having spent his childhood, Soul Reaper days and most of his exile with her, he was very familiar of everything that made her go wild. And every time they were intimate he'd use them all. Willing his hips to a stop, Kisuke rubbed his hand against her ass. "Have you been a good kitty, Yoruichi?"

Pushing herself up, Yoruichi turned her head and winked at her friend. "Oh no, Kisuke. I've been a baaaaaad kitty. I need to be punished."

"With pleasure."

A hand came down on Yoruichi's ass, the sharp crack echoing in the room as he spanked her. Kisuke groaned as Yoruichi's pussy tightened around him from the blow and began to assault her ass, giving her dark skin a red impression of his palm. "You bad kitty," Kisuke teased, leaning down and cupping her breasts as his hips picked up where he left off. "I'm gonna have to punish you more…."

"Mmmmmh!" Yoruichi gasped as Kisuke's fingers went to her hardened nipples, pinching them while her lower half was filled by the man's cock. "Yes! Fuck me more, Kisuke!"

Tired of doing it doggy-style, or kitty-style as Yoruichi preferred it, Kisuke pulled out of Yoruichi and laid down on his side. Yoruichi laid down next to him and let him raise her leg up, pushing his cock back into her quivering pussy. The two friends kissed lewdly while Kisuke pistoned into her, Yoruichi's body shaking with each thrust. Kisuke broke the kiss as his free hand snaked around Yoruichi to rub her clit, making the werecat go wild. Her moans were devoured as Kisuke kissed her his hand sneaking back up her front to grip her breast. "Yoruichi, you ready for your milk?" he teased, whispering into her ear seductively as he felt himself get close to release.

Throwing her head back, Yoruichi howled in ecstasy as she came once more, her pussy squirting all over Kisuke's balls as she orgasmed. "YESS! KISUKE! FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEE!"

Kisuke pulled out of Yoruichi, sitting up and getting onto his knees. The sandy-blonde haired man stroked his cock quickly as he pointed it at Yoruichi's face. The room filled with a loud groan as Kisuke shot his load all over her face. Yoruichi licked her lips as her face was given a white shower, sighing from the heat of Kisuke's spunk. Finally, when Kisuke had emptied his balls and shot the last string of cum on Yoruichi's face, he sat back on his haunches and sighed, enjoying the sight of his sexy friend naked with a cum-covered face. "Ahhhhh…I needed that..." he sighed.

"Me too." Yoruichi licked her face clean and swallowed the sticky treat. "It's been a while since we've had some alone time. Ready for round tw-" She cut herself off when as her body cooled down and her senses returned to her, she detected another presence outside the door. "Looks like we have a guest."

Turning his head, the shopkeeper sensed the same thing and got to his feet, putting on his coat to cover himself. "Ain't it always the way?" he grumbled as he headed for the door. "You get in the mood and company shows up…." He opened the door and stared down at the intruding Ichigo…except that his annoyance turned to confusion in the blink of an eye.

As Yoruichi sat up, her head cocked to the side when she saw the boy. "Uhhh…Ichigo? You okay?"

The reason she was concerned for the boy was because he was on his knees, slumped backwards with his head rolled back. The boy's face was bone white and his eyes had rolled into the back of his head, foam covering his mouth.

Both ex-Soul Reapers looked at each other then back to the fainted Ichigo. "Okay…what the hell is this?" Yoruichi finally asked.

Minutes later….

Ichigo came to when he felt something warm being poured into his mouth, washing down the foam that had erupted from his throat. Blinking, he coughed as he realized that he was lying on a mat, though not the same soiled futon Kisuke and Yoruichi had been fornicating on, his head cushioned by Yoruichi's soft lap. Swallowing the warm tea, he sat up and rubbed his neck. "What happened?" he asked weakly, his head dizzy.

Yoruichi, clothed in a black bathrobe, put a hand on Ichigo's shoulder. "Easy there, Ichigo. Just relax and let the blood flow back to your head. You uh…had a bit of an episode."

Across from them sat Kisuke, a stack of magazines next to him. The man had dressed himself in his normal attire and was looking at Ichigo with an observant eye. "You know, Ichigo, the door was locked for a reason. It's not nice of you to spy," he teased, smirking when Ichigo looked away embarrassed. "No matter. As amusing as I find it seeing you foaming at the mouth, you mind telling us what the hell that was?"

"Nothing…" Ichigo grumbled.

Yoruichi scooted to the boy's side. "Ichigo, that didn't look like nothing. You looked like you'd seen your worst nightmare. What? Was it too much of a shock to see me and Kisuke making the beast with two backs?" she asked, truly concerned for her young friend.

When Ichigo failed to answer Kisuke knew he wasn't going to budge and decided to roll the dice and guess what the problem was. "You know, Ichigo, I have a sneaking suspicion about you're your problem is. At first I thought you were just embarrassed to see the both of us naked but I get the feeling there's more to it than that…." Kisuke grabbed one of the magazines and flipped it open. Ichigo's eyes widened in horror when he saw that it was an adult porno magazine. "Here, tell me what you think?" he asked, showing him a picture of a woman playing with herself using a dildo. He noted how Ichigo's eyes swiveled in horror and the boy's expression as he looked away, completely disgusted. "Yep. I thought as much…."

"You've got Erotophobia. The fear of sex."

Yoruichi had to put her hand over her mouth to suppress a giggle, not wanting Ichigo to know she found his plight amusing. "Well…that explains a few things. Your reaction to when I revealed myself and the fact that you've several ladies interested in you and not seeming to care about them. It actually makes sense," she noted, tapping her chin.

"You don't have to put it like that…" Ichigo said, obviously embarrassed that his deep-seated fear had been revealed.

"Now Ichigo," Yoruichi lightly admonished. "There's no need to be afraid. But tell us, what started all of this. We need to know if we're going to help you."

Silence was Ichigo's response for a few moments before he opened up. "Well…it all started when I was five…."

Years ago….

Ichigo woke up in the middle of the night, shaking with fear from the terrible nightmare that plagued him. He hugged his teddy bear as he cried, wishing the bad dreams would stop.

Deciding he didn't want to be alone tonight, he hopped out of his bed, teddy bear in hand and left his room. "I hope Mom and Dad are still awake…" he muttered as he walked down the hallway. Stepping over to his room, Ichigo raised a tiny hand to knock on his parents door.

"OH ISSHIN! DON'T STOP! OH!"

Ichigo backed away, not sure what he was hearing. From the sounds of things it sounded like his mom was in pain. Against his better judgement, Ichigo put his hand on the doorknob and turned it. "Mom? Dad?" he called out as he peeked inside.

But his parents were…occupied.

"Masaki! You're so tight!" Isshin groaned as his wife rode him like a stallion, his hands on her waist.

"MMMMMH! ISSHIN! ISSHIN!"

Both Kurosakis let out loud moans as they came together, husband cumming inside wife. Masaki stayed where she was, sighing from her filled womb, when she realized the door was open from the shadow illuminating them. "Huh?" She turned around, only to look in horror to see her son standing there. "ICHIGO!"

Isshin and Masaki looked on in horror as Ichigo fainted from the sight….

Back to the present….

Yoruichi and Kisuke listened to Ichigo's story to the end. Once he finished, Kisuke nodded. "Yep, that'll do it. Childhood trauma like that will certainly leave a mark. So…" he turned to Yoruichi and flipped his fan. "Ideas?"

Ichigo turned to see his mentor smiling warmly at him. "Well, we can't leave him like this. Otherwise he'll never get over it. And how is he ever going to be a good husband if he can't give his wife what she wants?" She gently patted Ichigo's shoulder. "I think it's time Ichigo received some sensual Sex-Ed to cure his Erotophobia…." Seeing Ichigo about to protest, Yoruichi put a finger to his lips. "Don't worry, Ichigo. I promise you, you'll thank me for this." Her grin turned devious as she leaned back.

"But first, a few phone calls. I'm sure some of your friends will want to get in on this."

To be continued