This is a gift fic for Nowaki, aka EspadaScream, who had a birthday two weeks ago. On a side note, this is also my first AU fic, so hopefully it's not too OoC. Rated M for lemon. As always, I own nothing. These wonderful men belong to Tite Kubo.

He pulled his jacket tighter around his body, the bitter cold wind penetrating his skin, even through the thick layer of wool. Why he had agreed to make this delivery for his father, in the middle of the night, was another story. Ichigo continued walking through the grove of trees, following the instructions his old man had given him.

"I need you to make this delivery for me." Isshin had said, handing him a rather large cooler. "But there's a catch."

"Oh?" Ichigo said, taking the object from his father. "Geez, dad, what's in here?" He began to unzip the top, but was stopped by Isshin's hand.

"No, don't open that. It's better you don't know." Isshin said. Ichigo groaned, but had obeyed his father. "The catch is it needs to be delivered at midnight tonight. To this address." He had handed Ichigo a map.

"It's in the outskirts of town!" Ichigo said, staring at the crudely drawn map.

"Don't worry, I'm going to compensate you for your trouble. I'd do it myself, but I've got a formal function I need to attend, and I don't know how late it's going to run. The person you're delivering to has already paid in advance, and has paid well over what I had quoted him. So, I do not want to lose that money. You and your sisters can get a lot of nice things from just this one delivery."

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Fine. Middle of forest, midnight. Don't open the container. Fine." Being the son of a man who ran a health clinic had its perks and its drawbacks. This was most definitely a drawback.

"Thank you, Ichigo." His father said, waving his hand, dismissing him. Ichigo had taken the bag and had headed up to his room.

It was now five until midnight, and he was following his father's directions, feeling more lost than a sock's mate. The walk had started off pleasant enough, but as the houses began to become more sparse, the colder and darker the night had become. Looking up, his only source of light was becoming obscured by dark clouds. Ichigo shook his head, hoping that it would not rain until he had finished his delivery. Just as he saw the house off in the distance, the one that had been labeled 'Delivery' on the map, the skies opened up.

"You've got to be kidding!" Ichigo shouted up at the sky, screaming at no one in particular. He hurried down the pathway and made it to the door with one minute to spare. As he raised his hand up to knock on the door, it creaked open.

"Are you making a delivery?" A small brunette girl, her hair in ponytails, asked as she peeked through the door.

Ichigo nodded and held up the cooler. "I am. Is your father home?"

"He's not my father," she said, shaking her head as she opened the door a little bit further. "Please, come in."

Stepping through the door, Ichigo looked around the foyer of the home. It was a rather elegant home, much more elegant than he was expecting, given the dilapidation of the outside of the house. There were many lights burning, as if the tenants had no regard for their electricity bill. The little girl appeared beside him, barely reaching the middle of his chest.

"This way, please." She began to walk down the hallway. Ichigo placed the strap of the cooler back on his shoulder and began to follow the girl down the hall.

She led them to a room, knocking softly on the door. "Excuse me, sir, but your delivery is here." Sir? So formal.

"Thank you, Ururu. Would you mind showing him in?" A soft voice said from behind the closed door. "You may go back to your work."

"Hai," she said quietly, bowing to the closed door. Ichigo shook his head, unsure of what exactly was going on. She opened the door for him. "Have a nice night." She walked away, seeming to disappear. He put his hand on the doorknob and walked in.

"Isshin," the stranger said, standing up. Ichigo felt his breath catch in his throat at his first glance of the man. "Oh, you're not Isshin."

There, standing in front of him, was a very pale man, with light grey eyes that seemed to stand out with the paleness of his skin. His hair was blonde, or so it looked in the soft light of the room. Two pieces of hair framed his nose, the pale blonde hair almost blending in completely with the man's complexion. He kept his eyes focused on those grey orbs, walking closer to the man without realizing it.

"I'm not," Ichigo said, finally remembering how to use his vocal chords after breaking eye contact with the man. Feeling his heart rate return to normal, after thundering in his ears for a few moments, he smirked. "Didn't think you'd be seeing someone different, did you?" He held out the cooler to him. "Here's your stuff."

The pale blonde let out a soft chuckle, the timbre of his voice making Ichigo's stomach flip-flop. "I did not expect someone else, you are correct." He nodded his head, taking the offered cooler. His finger brushed lightly against Ichigo's hand, making the orange-haired teen's whole body react to the touch. "Thank you so much for bringing this at the appointed time."

"It's no problem," Ichigo's voice shook slightly, unable to tear his eyes away from the storm-colored eyes. "Shall I see myself out?"

"No," the stranger said. "Please, sit for a bit? I understand that the weather is just not that desirable to be out in right now." As if on cue, a flash of lightning occurred, followed by a large boom of thunder. He waved his arm, offering Ichigo a seat in the chair he had just been sitting in.

Not wanting to be rude, Ichigo sat down. The man took a seat across from him. "I hope Isshin is paying you well for this delivery."

"He's my dad," Ichigo said, shrugging his shoulders. "Whatever he gives me will be fine. I just offered to do this because he had a prior engagement this evening."

"Oh, you're Ichigo?" The man said, Ichigo surprised that the man knew his name. The stranger's laugh echoed through the quiet room. "Surprised?"

Ichigo nodded his head. "I didn't realize that you were more than just a client to my father."

"Yes, well," the stranger shook his head. "He probably doesn't remember how much we've talked over the years." He extended a pale hand to Ichigo. "I am Urahara Kisuke, but you may call me Kisuke."

Taking his hand, Ichigo was startled to find how cool it was. He shook it gently, afraid that if he shook too hard he might hurt the man. "Nice to formally meet you. I didn't really want to call you 'sir'." He let out a nervous chuckle, letting go of the man's hand after a few moments.

"Oh, I don't mind if you call me that." Urahara's eyes seemed to sparkle, Ichigo's cheeks beginning to blush at the man's statement. "So, Ichigo, did you look in the cooler before you got here?"

He shook his head. "No, sir, I mean, Kisuke." Ichigo said, looking at the cooler that was sitting on the desk. "My father gave me strict instructions to not look in there."

"You're not the least bit curious?" Urahara said, an eyebrow raising up.

"Did I say that?" Ichigo said, challenging the strange man. "I just said that I did as I was told. Of course I'm curious as to what's in the bag, especially with this weird time that I had to deliver it, but it's fine." He sat back in the chair, looking at the window. He took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out that way."

Urahara laughed, his teeth catching the light in a way that Ichigo almost did a double take. Why...why are his insicors so long? Shaking his head, he looked away. "It's quite alright, Ichigo. Would you like for me to show you what's in the bag?"

The bag dragged across the desk as Urahara pulled it over to him. He set the cooler on his lap and began to unzip the bag. "You...you don't have to, sir. It's fine." Ichigo said, almost afraid to know what was in the bag.

The pale blonde held up a translucent bag that was full of...blood? I delivered blood to him? "Is...is that what I think it is?" Ichigo asked, staring at the object held in Urahara's hand.

"It is indeed," Urahara said, zipping up the bag but keeping the bag of blood out. "I happen to pay your father a lot of money for this."

"But why?" Ichigo asked, not at all understanding why the man would need someone to deliver blood.

Urahara took the bag and brought the bottom of the bag up to his lips. Ichigo watched, unable to tear his eyes away as the pale blonde bit into the bag. His eyes began to grow larger as he watched the man begin to suck the dark red liquid, making his grey eyes become a darker grey the more he drank. After having a fair amount, Urahara lowered the bag, careful to not spill any, and gave Ichigo a soft smile, blood staining his bottom lip.

"Because I need it in order to live," Urahara said. "You see, I'm a night walker."

Ichigo shook his head. "No, you can't be. They don't exist."

"Ichigo, did you just not witness me drinking from this bag?" Urahara held up the half empty bag, his eyes sparkling in the light, his pupils almost obscuring the dark grey of his irises. He held the bag back to his lips, drinking the rest down.

Feeling his stomach begin to churn, not quite sure as to the reason why, Ichigo began to panic. He stood up from his seat and began to walk towards the door. As he placed his hand on the doorknob, Urahara's body was pressed against his back, the man's hand resting on top of his. He fought for a moment, but quickly realized that he would never be able to shake the man off of him. And there was a small part of him that didn't want to. Come on, Ichigo. We need to get out of here. It's not safe. The man's hand was no longer cool to the touch, surprising Ichigo.

"I'm afraid I can't let you leave just yet," Urahara said, the timbre of his voice made Ichigo's knees weak. He felt a rush through his body, his lower half beginning to awaken because of the man's soft voice. "You don't really want to leave yet, do you...Ichi-go?" Urahara broke the man's name into two separate syllables, his voice sending shivers through Ichigo's body.

He rested his head against the door, unsure of what to do. "You're...you're a vampire?"

"In the flesh, so to speak," Urahara said, keeping his body close to Ichigo's. The orange-haired teen groaned softly. "Does that bother you?"

Taking a deep breath, he shook his head. "No," he whispered.

"Come with me, Ichigo. I want to show you something," Urahara said, pulling away from his back. Ichigo let out a soft sigh, sad that the man was no longer standing so close to him. He watched the man twist the knob on the door. "If you'll please follow me?"

The pale blonde began to walk down the long hallway, Ichigo following him as if he were a lost puppy. He wasn't sure why he was still there, but really, the only thing on his mind was hearing Urahara's voice again. The man led him through a few more hallways before finally stopping at a door. Urahara opened it, allowing Ichigo to enter first. When he walked into the room, it wasn't what he was expecting to see.

A very large round bed was placed in the middle of the room, the windows blocked by black curtains. "Sorry," Urahara said, chuckling softly as he closed the door, the wood creaking softly as the door rested against the door jam. "If you were expecting to see a coffin, you won't be seeing one. I'm the same as you, except I sleep during the day in the darkened room, and I drink blood."

"I wouldn't say that's the same as myself," Ichigo said. "Why...why are we in here?"

Urahara sat down on the bed, his eyes penetrating his own. "Are you saying you weren't thinking about this in there?"

"I...How'd you...?" Ichigo asked, walking towards the bed. "I...I should be going back to my house." He quickly turned around and began to walk to the bedroom door.

"Ichigo." His voice was dark, and it made Ichigo's stomach drop. "Turn around and come sit next to me on this bed."

Ichigo turned back around and walked over to the bed, sitting down next to the man. He sat in silence, looking at Urahara. The pale blonde took one of his hands off of his lap and touched his wrist. "Your heart is beating so fast," Urahara mused, leaning forward. "Are you afraid?"

"Yes," Ichigo said, keeping his eyes locked on to those stormy grey eyes.

"Are you afraid of me?" Urahara said, raising the teen's wrist to his mouth, his lips pressing against the tender skin of his inner wrist.

The orange haired teen let out a soft moan. "I...I don't know..."

"I'm not going to hurt you, Ichigo," Urahara said, his tongue licking the green vein on the inside of his wrist. "I promise to make you feel good." His voice had a slight lilt to it, making Ichigo's brain begin to turn a bit to mush. "Would you like for me to make you feel good?" His let his teeth graze against Ichigo's skin, making him moan low.

"Please..." Ichigo said, his inhibitions gone.

Urahara's teeth grazed against his inner wrist more. "May I?" Urahara looked up at him, Ichigo becoming lost in his eyes as he nodded his head yes. He let out a soft moan as Urahara's teeth pierced his skin, the pain momentary. Ichigo leaned his head back, moaning as the man sucked gently on his wrist. Feeling a bit woozy, he laid back on the bed, his wrist pressed firmly against Urahara's mouth. The rosy-cheeked blonde pulled his teeth out, licking at the small wounds. Ichigo moaned softly, his head a bit cloudy.

"Tell me, Ichigo," Urahara said, laying down next to him on the soft bed. Ichigo thought his voice sounded so melodic, the sound of it causing parts of his body to react. He found that he could care less, even though it was painfully obvious which part of his body was reacting the most. "How are you feeling right now?"

"So good..." Ichigo said, his voice sounding lethargic. "Just like you said." He grinned, keeping his eyes closed. He could hear the sound of thunder in the distance, and listened as the rain fell against the glass of the covered windows. He let out a soft sigh as he felt Urahara's hands on his ankles, the man untying his shoe. "What...what are you doing?"

His right shoe fell to the carpeted floor with a soft thud. "Making you a bit more comfortable," Urahara said, holding his other ankle and taking off the other shoe. "It sounds as if the weather is not getting any better."

"You would know," Ichigo said, laughing softly. "I bet your hearing is amazing."

The older man chuckled, beginning to unbutton Ichigo's pants. "It is rather impressive. However, it's just one of the traits of being the way I am." Ichigo lifted up his hips, unconsciously, allowing Urahara to slip off his pants and his underwear. "Now, that is impressive," Urahara said, his hand brushing against Ichigo's very erect arousal.

How...how did I get undressed? Ichigo blushed and let out a soft groan as he felt Urahara's hand on his body. "Kisuke..?"

"Relax, Ichigo...I'm still going to make you feel good," Urahara said, wrapping his hand around Ichigo's arousal. Ichigo let out a low moan, pushing himself against Urahara's hand. "See? Doesn't this feel good?" The man began to stroke Ichigo's arousal slowly, moving from laying next to Ichigo's side to sitting in between his legs.

Ichigo nodded, moaning low. "I...I've only done this...to myself..."

"Well, then," Urahara said, moving his hand a bit faster. "Tell me, are you enjoying this? Do you like how my hand feels on your body?" Urahara rubbed his thumb across the tip, making Ichigo let out a loud moan, unable to articulate a proper answer for the man. "I'll take that as a yes," Urahara said, smirking as he rubbed his thumb across the tip more, collecting the small drops of liquid that were being secreted from Ichigo's arousal, helping make his hand slick.

Ichigo's senses were starting to become overloaded. He could feel his heart racing in his chest, his lower stomach beginning to tighten as he was pushed closer and closer to the edge. As he was getting ready to reach his climax, he felt Urahara's mouth against his inner thigh, making his spread his legs apart. Urahara's hand moved faster, the sounds Ichigo was making encouraged him to move his hand faster. Just as Ichigo was about to release, Urahara's fangs bit into his inner thigh. Ichigo screamed as he released, Urahara sucking on his leg gently as he moved his hand up and down, milking Ichigo of his release. Ichigo spread his legs further, the feel of Urahara's mouth on him almost making him instantly aroused once more, having barely come down off of his orgasm. He reached down and placed a hand on Urahara's head, threading his fingers through the soft blonde hair.

"Don't...don't stop," Ichigo moaned, in pure ecstasy as the man sucked on his skin more, leaving him light-headed once more.

Urahara pulled back from Ichigo's thigh, licking at the small wounds that were ebbing droplets of blood. "Do you not wish for me to do other things to you? I can make you feel wonderful, Ichigo..."

The orange-haired teen nodded his head. "I do...I want to feel good...I feel so good right now..."

Standing up, Urahara began to remove the minimal clothing he had been wearing, setting all the materials to the side. He sat back down on the bed, looking down at Ichigo. Leaning down, he placed his lips against Ichigo's, the teen groaned softly as he returned the soft kiss. Urahara's lips tasted like copper, Ichigo's brain recognizing it to be the taste of blood almost a few seconds later. But he found that he wasn't grossed out by it. In fact, it made him want to kiss the man deeper, wanting to see what the inside of his mouth would taste like. Before that could happen, Urahara pulled back and gave him a soft smile.

"You sure are an eager one, aren't you..." Urahara chuckled softly, lowering his lips to Ichigo's neck. He licked the soft skin at the base of his neck, making Ichigo tilt his head back to give the man more room if he so desired it. "I'm so very glad that you were the one to come here tonight," Urahara said, his insicors grazing against Ichigo's throbbing jugular vein. "You sure have made this evening a lot more tolerable. And not just because of what you delivered." His left insicor grazed a bit too much, causing a thin scratch. Urahara flicked his tongue across it, catching the tiny bit of blood that had escaped. "And you taste so very good.."

Ichigo gripped the bed sheet, raising his hips up. "Kisuke..." His voice sounded muddled in his ears, but he really didn't care. All he wanted was to feel more of the man, be it his mouth, or the body that kept brushing against his arousal, torturing him.

"Yes?" Urahara lifted his head, smirking as he took in Ichigo's face. The orange-haired teen's eyes were closed tightly, his mouth open in a silent moan. "Do you need to feel good?"

He groaned low and nodded his head. "Please..." Ichigo's eyes opened, doing their best to focus on the grey eyes that were looking at him. As soon as he found them, he began to relax, his racing heart slowing to a normal pace as he kept his eyes locked on to Urahara's. The man placed two fingers against his lips.

"Take my fingers into your mouth, Ichigo," Urahara's eyes never wavered from Ichigo's. Obeying what the man asked, Ichigo let the two fingers slip past his lips and sucked on them gently. Urahara shuddered, the man making his first noise of the evening. Ichigo sucked on the fingers more, letting his tongue rub back and forth along the bumps between each joint. He let out a soft cry as Urahara removed his fingers quickly, pulling them out of his mouth. Urahara smiled and lowered his hand. "Don't be upset, my young one. I promise to make you feel good in just a moment..."

Ichigo closed his eyes, doing his best to control his breathing. "Keep your eyes on me," Urahara spoke softly, the command almost impossible to ignore. Opening his eyes, Ichigo stared into his grey eyes, his breath catching in his throat. "Relax, Ichigo." Urahara placed one finger against his entrance, making him tense up. "Relax," Urahara repeated. Nodding, Ichigo let his body relax, sinking back onto the bed as he kept his eyes on Urahara's. Urahara pushed his finger into Ichigo, a low groan slipping from his lips as Ichigo let out a soft cry at the intrusion.

The blonde pushed his finger further into Ichigo, making him pant softly. "Kisuke...it hurts..." He whined softly, his eyes unwavering from Urahara's.

"I know...just relax, Ichigo. I promise it will feel good in a moment," Urahara said, gently moving his finger in and out of him. He added a second finger, moving slow. Ichigo tensed up, letting another soft whine out. "Shhh...It's okay, Ichigo. Just keep looking at me," Urahara's voice was soft, sounding as if it were right next to his ear instead of down by his stomach. He kept his eyes focused on Urahara's, becoming light-headed as he began to relax more. "That's it," Urahara said, pushing his second finger further inside of him.

"Ahh!" Ichigo cried out as Urahara brushed against something that made him snap his eyes closed and lean his head back. "What...what was that?" Ichigo said, pushing himself back against Urahara's fingers, hoping to feel that again.

Urahara chuckled as he pushed his fingers deeper inside of him. He rubbed against the teen's sweet spot, knowing just where to touch to bring extreme pleasure. "You mean that?" Ichigo let out a loud moan, the sound filling the room.

"Yes!" Ichigo shouted. Urahara pulled his fingers out, making him whine once more at the loss. "Kisuke..."

The blonde licked his own hand and lowered it down to his arousal, Ichigo's eyes traveling down to see just what the man, not a man - vampire, had to offer him. His eyes became large as he watched Urahara touch himself. Urahara saw him watching him and gave him a small smile. "I promise that it will feel good." Ichigo swallowed thickly, trying to prepare himself for what he knew was about to happen. So you lose it to a vampire. So what? He's made you feel this good so far. What's a little more?

Settling between Ichigo's legs, Urahara gently pushed them further apart. "Ichigo." His head snapped up, looking at the man's lips move, but couldn't quite understand what he was saying. He found he was becoming lost in his eyes once more, his body floating as if he were floating on water. He felt a sharp pain, making him bite his lower lip, but as soon as it had appeared, it was gone. "Good...you're doing so good, Ichigo..." Urahara's voice buzzed around in his head, making him feel incredible.

"M-Move..." Ichigo said, aware that Urahara was now completely inside of him. It was an odd feeling, but it wasn't a bad feeling. He groaned as Urahara pulled back, and let go of his bottom lip that he had been biting as he pushed back inside of him. "Yes..."

The blonde kept a slow pace, making sure to give the youth the maximum amount of pleasure. Ichigo's moans became more consistent as his body finally began to let go. Urahara lowered his head, letting his lips press against Ichigo's neck as he began to move his hips faster. Ichigo closed his eyes, crying out each time Urahara slammed back into his body, feeling himself fly closer and closer to the edge. He let out a loud scream as Urahara finally hit the one spot he had touched before with his fingers. Ichigo rocked his body, his arousal rubbing against their slapping bodies, teetering on the edge. He turned his head to the side, hoping that Urahara would understand, and was awarded with his teeth puncturing his neck. Ichigo flew off the edge, his orgasm racing through his body as Urahara sucked on his neck, making his climax more intense than anything he had ever felt. He heard Urahara let out a low groan and felt him release inside of him, his mouth never leaving his neck.

Lifting his head, Urahara licked at the small wounds. Ichigo turned his head back and saw that a small trickle of blood had spilled from his lips. Reaching up, he wiped Urahara's lips and brought the small drop of blood to his lips, groaning softly as the man licked it away. Urahara pulled out of Ichigo, making both men groan softly at the loss of contact.

"I believe the rain has stopped," Urahara said, looking at Ichigo. "I'm sure if you don't get home soon, your father may become worried."

Ichigo smacked his forehead. "I forgot about my father!" He stood up and gathered in clothes, putting them back on quickly. "Kisuke, I..."

Urahara stood up from the bed and shook his head. "It's fine. The sun will be coming up soon, otherwise I'd offer to walk you back to your place. As it were," Urahara said, his clean hand touched Ichigo's face, forcing the teen to look back into his eyes. "We did nothing. You won't remember any of this. All you will remember is dropping off the cooler and then seeking refuge from the rain." The man lowered his face to Ichigo's, kissing him softly. Ichigo let out a soft moan at the feel of the now stranger's lips. Urahara pulled back and stared into his eyes once more. "Now, you won't remember that either." He chuckled softly.

Nodding his head slowly, his head clouded, Ichigo sighed. "The rain. Stupid rain." He grabbed his shoes and slipped them back on his feet. He opened the door and began to walk down the long hall, heading to the front door.

He walked back to his house, not bothering to stop for anything. When he got home, his dad was waiting for him in the living room.

"What took you so long?" Isshin asked, looking over at Ichigo. "Did the delivery go okay?"

Ichigo nodded. "It went fine, dad. It was pouring rain for a really time, so I just waited it out." He yawned. "I'm going to head up to bed."

"Alright," Isshin said, shaking his head. "Good night, Ichigo. Thank you for taking of that for me tonight."

Already walking up the stairs to his bedroom, Ichigo waved his hand in a silent response to his father. Walking into his bedroom, he quickly got undressed. As he was about to lay down, he caught his reflection in the small mirror on his dresser. Raising up his hand, he touched the side of his neck where a small wound was. Huh. I wonder what happened there.

Outside, Urahara sat perched on a roof, watching the teen. He chuckled softly as he watched the boy examine his neck. "Thank so much for that pleasant surprise this evening." Waiting until the orange-haired teen was securely in bed, Urahara then turned and headed back towards the forest, the man quite satisfied with how the delivery had gone.

A/N: Thanks for reading! ^_^