Dreaming of My Mate (Urahara/Harry)

Title: Dreaming of My Mate
Pairing: Urahara/Harry
AN: Oh gods! You know, I’m sorry that we couldn’t get a new chapter of Fangs and Claws out but I can hope that you guys enjoy this bit of porn from us. There is going to be a ‘Mating Dream’ story for each pairing ranging in size, since if you’ve actually looked at the notes and announcements you’ll know who is with who and what not.

Okay, Shinigamisfish edited this. Thank them! Go do it now!

The slide of soft sheets was the first things that the young wolf felt. They were much different then the ones that he had fallen asleep on, the well worn feeling of cotton changed to what felt like soft Egyptian cotton. Wrinkling his nose and reaching up to his head, he brushed his fingers through his hair, noticing that it wasn’t in its braid, something that he had always done since starting to grow out his hair.

Finally opening his green eyes and sitting up, he blushed lightly and looked around at the rather…masculine room, much different then his own. He was in a large bed, rather comfortable all around and the scent that teased and twirled over his senses made him shiver and look down, sighing happily at still wearing his night clothes, which were just a pair of boxers and a rather large shirt that he had stolen from his uncle Zangetsu.

Sliding out of the bed, he looked around, ignoring his hair and the slight curling that it was doing around his shoulder blades, taking in everything and the rather dreamy quality of the work around him with vibrant green eyes.

Jaw length blond hair stuck out oddly from under a green and white striped hat as the dark green clothes that the man wore almost blended into the shadows. He smiled widely and spoke, in a laughing, yet gravel filled voice. "Hey there," he greeted with a chuckle as he raised his right hand up and cocked the hat to one side, revealing his deep gray left eye.

He stood up, headed straight towards Harry. When he reached the other, he leant down and pressed his lips to the green eyed boy’s lips in a gentle kiss that promised more and spoke of a barely restrained hunger.

Squeaking and then softly moaning, Harry pressed close to the older man, his eyes slipping closed. He had kissed a few times, but nothing like this. It was as if he was being devoured, his body flaming hot with sudden need. A small thought slipped through his mind, telling him that he was in a mating dream, but was soon swept aside as he clung to the other and mewling as he returned the kiss.

The blond felt the other relax into the kiss, letting him deepen it and show some of his insatiable hunger for the teen. He had never felt like this around another person before, especially a male. It was new to him, but he figured he may as well go with the flow.

His right hand slipped from his hat to move around and rest on the back of the others neck, holding him close. His left hand came up to wrap around Harry’s waist, pulling him impossibly close.

Squeaking again, Harry wrapped his arms around the other mans neck, his head tilting back. Pressing as close as he could, Harry opened his eyes slowly and reached up, tugging the hat off before burying his hand into the others hair. Pulling away, he softly panted and stared at the older man.

“Who…?” he tried to asked, his eyes half lidded.

“Kisuke Urahara,” the blond replied softly, his dark eyes blinking slowly. “And you?” he asked as he leant down and began to kiss and nibble the other’s neck.

“Harry Potter,” the brunette replied, moaning and shivering lightly. His head fell back as he moved back towards the bed to sit, his legs going soft as the blond found a particularly soft spot on his neck. Rubbing the others head, he moaned quietly and let his body enjoy the touch.

Kisuke added his tongue to the attack on the others throat, lapping at the soft skin. “Nice to meet you, Harry-kun,” he said softly as he pressed against Harrys’ chest, forcing the teen to lay back. When his back hit the cushioned surface, Urahara slipped his hands up and under the other males t-shirt, his skillful fingers brushing along smooth flesh.

Moaning and arching into the fingers, Harry shuddered and shifted, spreading his legs, letting the other settle between them. “Nice…to meet you to…Kisuke-san…” he panted out softly, his own hands moving to tug onto Kisuke’s clothing, fingers brushing shyly against skin.

“I’m glad to hear that,” he purred against the flesh of the other’s neck as he rocked his hips forward once to check his reaction to the feel of it. Urahara knew he was half hard and for some reason all he had to do to get that way was to kiss the teen under him.

A soft sweet groan slipped past Harry’s lips at the rock, his own arching up to rub against Urahara’s. “Oh…my…” he whimpered, his eyes darkening as his prick twitched, making him realize that he was indeed hard and wanting.

Urahara smiled and rocked again, this time increasing the force in a way that made him moan as well. He kissed the teen again, his tongue sweeping in and tasting the others mouth fully, mapping it out. A few moments later he pulled back with a small smile, eyes gleaming. "So, how against me taking you would you be?"

Panting and gazing up at the other with glazed eyes, Harry swallowed slightly and moaned. “Please…” he whimpered, his pupils dilating at the thought of being taken by the older, bigger man over him. It sent a shiver through his body, making him rock up into the other.

Urahara smirked happily. "Please what?" he asked in a laughing sing song voice. His hips ground down against Harrys again as he nuzzled the long throat where he could smell the other’s blood scent.

“Take me,” he breathed out, his fingers finally finding soft skin over strong muscles, sliding up and over the others back as he pulled the shirt up. Wiggling slightly, he leant up and nipped a bit at the strong shoulder that he exposed before licking the spot with a purr.

Urahara arched slightly, his shoulder pressing against the teeth firmly. "How do you wanna do this? You like pain? Or maybe you wanna ride me?" he purred, his gravelly tones serious but the laughing edge was still present. He opened his mouth, scraping his sharp teeth across the others throat, feeling his fangs grow in and press sharply against the flesh.

“I…don’t know,” Harry admitted, shivering with a moan. “I’ve never had sex. My uncle scares them all…something about not wanting to hurt during training,” he panted, dropping his head back and rocking again as a harsh shudder spread through his body at the hint of fangs so close to breaking skin.

"Okay. So you've never even touched yourself?" Urahara asked, his dark eyes glinting with amusement and he kissed the ten for a second. "I just want to know what you like so I can make you feel so good as I take you," he purred.

“A few times…when I had a few minutes,” Harry replied, blushing lightly as he brushed his fingers over the others skin. “I am interested in…many things. I just don’t know if I like them or not. But…I think…I want it hard…while on my knees…taken like the bitch I am…” he purred, nipping at the others bottom lip.

Urahara almost moaned before he laughed at the light bite to his lip. "So, you want me to take you like the little bitch you are huh? What if I wanna see your face?" he teased even though he really liked the idea of taking him from behind as it allowed deeper penetration.

“Can happen again. I am a teenager after all,” Harry hummed, letting his head flop back onto the bed as he worked off the others shirt finally, tossing it aside. “I’m only 17. I’ve never had sex. And I’m hardly ever left alone long enough to jerk off, on top of the fact that training is tiring.”

"Sounds like a plan to me," Urahara said softly before he gripped the others hips and jerked Harry over onto his front, jumping when the legs came near him, and pulled his hips back against his hips. Pressing his erection against the teen's ass firmly, he asked "So this is what you want?"

Moaning and pressing back, Harry tossed his head back as his hair spilled over one shoulder. “Yes…” he whimpered, looking over his shoulder, baring his neck as his shirt slid forward over his back. “Need to undress first though,” he hummed, rolling his hips into Urahara’s.

Kisuke easily pulled the teen's shirt off, the motion jerking his arms out from under him so that he lay with his head and chest to the bed. "Mmm...I like you like this, Harry," the blonde purred as he leant forward, once more pressing against the darker haired males back.

Purring in response, Harry shifted and wiggled his boxers off easily, using his flexibility to kick them off. “Good. I would love to be like this for you more often,” he hummed, pressing his hips back again, loving the skin on skin contact, even with the pants that brushed against his ass and thighs.

Urahara bucked his hips forward against the teen's ass. "Really? You haven’t even felt the good stuff yet and you want more of it?" he chuckled and canted his hips back to remove his own pants, his own flexibility showing as he moved. He pressed forward, his erection brushing along the soft flesh of Harry’s ass making him groan as he realized that commando was a good thing.

“I know I want more of you,” Harry moaned in return, his eyes falling shut as he purred again. Laying his head down, he shivered again and spread his legs a bit more, tilting his hips up. “I want to feel what ever I can get from you…everything…anything…”

"I don’t think you want quite all of that," Urahara purred, aware that his size could just about a kill a person. Most never wanted to be with him again if he wasn’t really sweet and gentle while with them. It had been forever since he’d actually fucked something...and this teen was waving it in his face.

Laughing softly, Harry pressed back again and moaned. “I may seem small, but I’m far from weak. I know what I want and what my beast needs. And we need you…” he whimpered, baring his neck to the other, his eyes darkening even more as he flaunted his submission to the other man.

"Do you understand the pain you'll have to endure if I just give you everything I could give you?" Kisuke asked as he plastered his body against the others body again and rocked forward a few times, drive his length along the crease of the teen's ass.

“Then show me what you can do to me. I want you though…the full you,” Harry panted, his eyes slipping shut again. The feel of the length sliding over his entrance, teasing him with the promise of being filled, was slowly driving thoughts out of him and he didn’t know how much longer he could stop from begging for it.

"The full me? And just what do you mean by that?" Urahara purred as he continued rocking the two of them forward. A hand came up and under Harry to brush across his right nipple.

Mewling and pressing into the touch, Harry shivered and looked over his shoulder again. “I don’t want to be treated like others. I can tell you’ve had others. I can tell you’ve taken others,” he panted, eyes dark as he looked at the other with knowing, innocent eyes. “But you’ve always held a part of you back…I want all of you. Don’t hold back unless you need to…”

"I'll hurt you badly." the giggling tones left the blonds voice as he spoke, his body stilling. "I don’t think I should take you with out holding back. I am to powerful, and I like to inflict pain." At the thought of inflicting pain the playful tone returned.

Shifting and the flipping over, before pressing the other back into the bed, straddling the bigger man. “How does this sound to you? I’ve had a sword go through my gut,” he started, rubbing a small scar, “and giggled as our healer healed up. I giggled from the moment that he slid the sword through me. Pain doesn’t scare me. It makes me giggle for the most part. I believe, with you, it’ll make me moan,” he purred the last part, leaning down over the other, his hair falling around them.

Urahara dipped in and lapped at the scar before he pulled back and kissed the teen. The blond flipped their positions and pressed his erection against the others un-prepared hole for a moment. When he pulled back he spoke, "So, how much prep you want mutt?"

“Just enough to slick me?” Harry replied, purring and settling into position again, his eyes dark. “A finger or two. I’m told I’m a natural submissive, and I’ve read up on what we can do and take with the right person. You’re the right person,” he continued, eyes sliding to the bedside table where a small bottle stood.

Urahara smiled down at the teen before he shook his head and smiled wider. "You're in the wrong spot. Up on your knees." The blond was careful to leave off the 'like the bitch you are' taunt that popped to mind as he reached out a hand to grab the bottle. "And you tell me how much lube and how many fingers; basically tell me when to get in you."

Nodding, Harry shifted onto his knees and spread out onto his chest, his arms under his head as he tilted his hips up to the other. “Now?” he asked, voice husky as he nodded his head in agreement. He wanted to feel it and knew that he would need at least two fingers, natural submissive or not.

Urahara leaned forward, his length poised to take the teen. "If you want it just ask for it, you decide how much stretch you need...after all, we both know this is a dream." The blonde licked the shell of the others ear when he finished speaking.

“Lube…just lube…then fuck me,” Harry panted, his hips wiggling and rocking back into Urahara, his eyes closing at he buried his head into the pillow. “Need to feel you. If we every meet in real life, if you’re real, we’ll take it slower. Right now? I need you now.”

"Sounds good to me," the blonde sing-songed as he opened the bottle and dribbled some down the others crack to moisten his entrance and then poured some on his cock before he pressed more firmly against the teen. "I sure hope we meet. I can’t wait to really claim you," the vampire purred before he pressed forward, the head of his length sliding slowly into the teen.

Gasping and jerking slightly, Harry dug his fingers into the pillow under him. The stretch, the filling, it was all so good. There was no pain that he thought would be there, just pleasure that spread through his body. It was like his body knew just what to feel here, in this world with just the two of them, making him flutter and tighten around Urahara.

The blonde groaned softly but held still, the muscles fluttering around the mushroom like head of his prick making him growl. "You control how fast this goes, Harry," he said smoothly as he nibbled at the darker haired man's ear gently.

Nodding his head, Harry closed his eyes and nibbled his bottom lip, tightening around the tip. After a moment, he pressed back and mewled lightly. “More,” he breathed slowly, opening his eyes and looking at Urahara once more, purposely tightening around him to get him to move.

Urahara let out another soft noise and pressed forward, more quickly then he'd meant, only stopping when he was half way in the man. "Sorry....I couldn’t help my self," he muttered slightly breathlessly as he felt the vice like lava grip pushing against his length, trying to subconsciously push him back out.

Moaning softly and nearly melting into the bed at the feeling, Harry shook his head and nibbled his bottom lip. “It’s…oh gods…fine,” he keened out softly, relaxing his body from the rather sudden press. And still it was not enough; he wanted more, needed more. Purring, he twitched his hips just slightly in the others grip.

Urahara heard the others keening and couldn’t hold back, thrusting in fully, stopping when they both rocked forward and his hips were flush to Harry’s. "Sorry...you're too perfect," he muttered into the werewolf's ear. He began nuzzling at the others neck again, using the blood to distract him from the vise around his cock.

“Oh, it’s more then fine,” Harry squeaked, shivering and arching his back as he bared his neck even more to the other. “Oh…that’s so nice,” he finally purred, once more melting and relaxing, his body squeezing and fluttering around Urahara. Rolling his hips, he moaned once more, his fingers kneading and working on the pillow as he enjoyed the feeling.

“Good dog," Came the purr before Kisuke could stop it, the comment coming from his scent and his actions. He pushed his hips forward, rocking them forward again.

“Very…ah…funny…” Harry panted, keening loudly as he was rocked forward with the thrust. Pressing back, head arching back onto the blonds shoulder, he shuddered harshly as his blood heated and rushed through his body.

Urahara pulled half way back and thrust his hips forward again, checking the waters to see how the teen liked it. His movements were rough with the lack of preparation. "My good little bitch...right? Only mine?" the blond snarled, unable to keep his possessive vampire side hidden any longer.

“Yours, always yours,” the small male whimpered, lowering his chest even more and tilting his hips up a touch more. “Please…yours,” he mewled and groaned out with each experimental thrust, feeling them change to something more, feeling like he was being claimed like every submissive wanted.

Urahara finally began to pull out until just his tip was in the teen then thrust back in harshly, driving the other forward on the bed. He was making slight gasps that could barely be heard over Harry's much louder sounds. He fought not to bite, so used to doing so that he didn’t even think about the fact it was a dream.

“Please…” Harry chanted, one hand coming up to twine in the others hair, pulling him close with a whimper. He wanted something more beyond the driving thrusts, the breath against his neck and ear, the feeling of skin on skin. Mewling, he shuddered and tightened around the older man.

Urahara gasped slightly louder at the strengthened scent of the werewolf's blood. His thrusts sped up to a brutal pace and then he felt the other tighten around him. He was suddenly unable to control his instincts and thrust even harder once as he opened his mouth, literally driving the other onto his fangs as he moved. A moan fell form his mouth as he drank some of the green eyed males blood, the sweet metallic flavor new and so right to the vampire.

Screaming and arching back, his eyes rolling back, the were clung to the pillow under him and the hair still brushing. The feeling of a driving cock in him, the feel of smooth fangs and gentle suction was slowly combining into a need to spill, to tighten around the other and make him cum. Screaming silently as the need burst, he shuddered and spilled onto the bed, his own prick never been touched as his body tightened and sucked.

Urahara snarled as he bit down harder as he felt the other release, the muscles clenched making him almost scream in pleasure. When he came, a small cry fell from his lips as he thrust hard again. "Mine!"

“Yours!” Harry cried, shuddering as he was filled in a much different way, quickly falling limp and twitching in the aftershocks of pleasure. Soft, quiet moans and mewls escaped as he slowly floated down from the very sudden high.

"Good, boy...my good boy," Urahara purred as he pet Harry's soft black hair, holding him close to his body as he slipped out of the slim body and laid next to him, allowing sleep to claim him.