Preview Part 1

Mikazuki gestured to the small pink newly developed barrier to the 3 brothers. It was taller than all of them with its base stretching from the ground.

"This is a portal. You can use it to travel anywhere in the heavenly realm. Wherever you wish to go, just picture it or say its name, and walk through. To get back however,-"

"HERE I GO!" Tsurumaru excitedly shouted as he dived head first into the portal. The surface swallowed Tsurumaru's whole body and shined once; an indication of a successful transport.

Shokudaikiri and Ookurikara simply stood sentry in front of the portal and then simultaneously turned to a shocked Mikazuki who was gaping at it.

"…oh dear. If Tsurumaru doesn't know how to get back, he may be forever lost in the realm… wherever he may be." Mikazuki looked worriedly at the watery surface of the barrier.

"Good riddance." Ookurikara finally said.

Shokudaikiri gave a good smack on the back of his brother's head.

"WOAH!"

After a painless stumble, Tsurumaru found himself looking past branches and leaves. His body felt heavy which could only mean he was being suspended in the air. He tried moving his arms and legs and then he sighed.

"I can't believe the stupid portal sent me to get stuck in a tree."

With just a slight movement of his body, the branch that held him up broke.

"Oh no." he managed to say before his inevitable fall onto the ground.

"..ouch… My butt…!"

There was suddenly a distant chorus of laughter before a pair of footsteps sounded too close. And then there was a gasp.

Tsurumaru looked up to two children who looked petrified to see him.

"…hi?" greeted the God of Mischief experimentally.

They almost flinch at his speech before turning around and running frantically to where they came from, "ICHI-NII!"

"No wait wait!" Tsurumaru rushed to get up in order to chase after them, "I didn't mean to scare you! I just—"

Tsurumaru had just followed them and made a turn at a huge tree when suddenly, there was nothing in front of him except a lush green clearing.

"…how did-…"

Tsurumaru sighed as he rubbed the back of his head, "One fall and you're already seeing things. Great."

He was about to turn but then he heard whispers from the clearing.

Tsurumaru gulped and examined the clearing from where he stood, "Hello?"

The whispers increased in volume until he could just about make out what they were saying.

"That's him!"

"He doesn't look very threatening."

"You'd never know."

"How did he even get here?"

Tsurumaru's eyebrows danced in confusion. Where was it all coming from?!

All of a sudden, a single voice silenced them all, "It's alright. He doesn't mean us any harm. Undo the illusion, Midare."

Something seemed to shimmer in front of Tsurumaru before the green clearing dissipated to reveal a far more….surprising view.

The God of Mischief was stunned to see a group of children and teenagers, dressed in light clothing and shorts or rolled up pants, all huddling in the shallow waters of their pond behind a single adult. There was suddenly a house in view and also various other homely settings.

The two children he had scared were clutching desperately onto the adult's pants as they eyed him cautiously. They hid even more now that Tsurumaru could see them.

"I told you, it's alright."

Tsurumaru's attention finally went to the owner of that clear voice. He was greeted by a sweet smile on a wet dripping face, "Welcome, Tsurumaru."

"You're wearing some really cute shorts there!" Tsurumaru laughed.

He failed to notice the immediate turn of heads from the younger brothers. They were suddenly all on guard.

Ichigo remained calm and ignored his brothers' warning alarms going off. He tried to push Tsurumaru's buttons by looking shy and trying to cover up his thighs, "Forgive me for the indecent display."

Tsurumaru shook his hands, "No no! They look good on you! You could rock anything really. You've got the height, the face, you'd look perfect wearing anything."

Ichigo looked perplexed for a moment and so did his brothers.

They continued their walk to the front door of the house followed vaguely by the Awataguchi brothers.

"Well, here we are!" Tsurumaru proudly exclaimed, "It was great meeting you guys, sorry for intruding!"

"Not at all." Ichigo smiled.

As Tsurumaru gripped the door handles, Ichigo called after him.

The God of Mischief turned his head, "Yeah?"

"You… don't know who I am, do you?"

Tsurumaru pursed his lips and looked away in thought. Suddenly, he was smiling and approaching Ichigo, "Of course I do!"

Ichigo dared himself not to take a step backward as Tsurumaru came close to him. Ichigo could sense everyone behind him getting ready to attack if the God of Mischief laid a finger on him. But Tsurumaru looked pretty much indifferent to his surroundings. Was he an idiot or did he just not care?

He leaned forward much to everyone's concern only to whisper in Ichigo's right ear, "You're a cutie~"

Ichigo stood still. He let the words sink in. Tsurumaru had retreated with a goofy smile on his face, anticipating Ichigo's reaction.

A rare sound suddenly filled the room; a warm delightful sound that had been long forgotten. Ichigo Hitofuri laughed.

"He's the God of Fertility?!" Tsurumaru made questioning head gestures at Mikazuki, "NO WAAAAY"

Mikazuki squinted his eyes to find a response, "..yes way?"

Tsurumaru held up his hand at Mikazuki, "Don't even try."

"Well, why are you so surprised? It should be obvious."

Tsurumaru shook his head, "No not really. He didn't come off…as sensual or anything. I mean I thought the God of Fertility was like always flirting or maybe not really a… family man?"

"I'll be sure to tell him that."

"NO I DIDN'T MEAN IT."

"Your exterior mirrors a childish and playful demeanour."

Ichigo turned to Tsurumaru and gently cupped his face. He looked deep into Tsurumaru's eyes and spoke almost breathlessly, "But your eyes… They reflect a whole different character. There is more in you that you choose not to show."

Tsurumaru couldn't help but lean in further as Ichigo spoke of a side of him he had successfully hid from everyone his whole life, "Perhaps a secret. Or maybe…you are hiding.. the real you."

Their faces were so close, barely an inch apart. Everything was perfect. Tsurumaru closed his eyes and was about to kiss Ichigo when he heard a chuckle.

The God of Mischief felt Ichigo's whole presence leave him, forcing him to open his eyes.

Ichigo was already 5 steps in front of him, smiling playfully, "I thought I wasn't sensual enough to sway you, Tsurumaru."

Tsurumaru poked Ichigo's puffy cheeks caused by the squishing of his face against the pillow he was hugging. Both Tsurumaru and Yagen watched from their crouched position beside Ichigo's futon as it took no effect.

"He's not going to wake up, is he?"

Yagen shrugged, "If our screams won't wake him, what makes you think poking his cheek will?"

"Ichigooooo~ Wake uuuuup~" Tsurumaru tried calling out.

But Ichigo continued sleeping. He was sleeping messily on his stomach, completely unguarded; his thighs could be seen, obi belt loose, yukata was sliding off his shoulders and everything.

"Maybe we could try the spray bottle." suggested the God of Mischief.

"Spray bottle?"

"Yeah. Wait don't tell me you've never tried that before."

Yagen shook his head. The young god stood up and sighed, "We gave up trying a long time ago. Ichi-nii knows he's a heavy sleeper. Granted he doesn't fall asleep quite as often as the rest of us do."

Tsurumaru let out a puff of frustrated air, "Alright fine but I'm not going to let him sleep for days. I can fix his sleeping habits. Just get the spray bottle and fill it up with cold water."

"Sure."

While Yagen left on the quick errand, Tsurumaru opted to stare at the God of Fertility's peaceful face. He looked like a child for some reason. With his eyes closed, the maturity that hid within was invisible. Thus, all that was left was the unadulterated innocence of Ichigo's facial features.

Tsurumaru giggled, "I should catch you sleeping more often, Ichigo."

However, compared to the face, Ichigo's other exposed skin was….pretty alluring and erotic.

Tsurumaru's eyes drifted to how the yukata had drooped so low on Ichigo's back that he could clearly see the other's defined shoulder blades. It was rather inviting actually.

The God of Mischief moved on impulse. He leaned forward and hovered over Ichigo's pliant body. All he had to do was go down and…

It was an audible peck in between Ichigo's scapula but still, the God of Fertility remained in heavy slumber. Tsurumaru smiled. How could anyone not want to take advantage of a sleeping beauty?

'Calm yourself. You're not like the others. Don't lose his trust because of this.'

But when Tsurumaru lifted his head, from his view of Ichigo's back, it seemed as though they were doing it from behind. Of course, they hadn't gotten that far but.. if they were doing it in that position, Tsurumaru wouldn't just kiss Ichigo's shoulder blade.

In fact, if anything, he would definitely leave marks around Ichigo's neck. Tsurumaru bit his bottom lip. It was hard to resist temptation when he had Ichigo right beneath him.

'Don't be an idiot.'

Tsurumaru sighed. He loved him too much. There was no way Tsurumaru would take advantage of the situation at hand.

So, he leaned down again, buried his nose in Ichigo's hair and took in his scent. It was such a unique smell; sweet like berries and fresh like morning dew. Tsurumaru lingered there, cuddling against Ichigo.

When Tsurumaru reached the baseline of soft hair, his lips that were barely an inch from Ichigo's nape let out a husky whisper, "Wake up, Ichigo."

What happened next was almost too shocking for everyone.

Tsurumaru suddenly felt pain throughout his whole face and back, Ichigo was suddenly awake and out of his futon and Yagen had come back just in time to see how it all happened.

Apparently, Ichigo woke up so abruptly on his arms that his back hit Tsurumaru full force and had thrown the God of Mischief to the side and land on his back.

"Ow ow ow ow…!" Tsurumaru sat up to turn to Ichigo, "Do you always get up that fast?! Do you-..! …ah.."

Tsurumaru's question was lost even to himself when he saw the look on Ichigo's face.

The God of Fertility was in a defensive sitting pose with one hand covering his nape, eyes wide staring at Tsurumaru and face completely red.

Ichigo gulped and shifted eyes from Yagen to Tsurumaru, "..w-who woke me up?"

Yagen pointed to a now uneasy Tsurumaru.

"L-Look Ichigo, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"..not scared.." Ichigo tried to hide his blush by looking away from Tsurumaru, "…just..sensitive. Please refrain from…there."

"Noted." Tsurumaru nodded dreamily. In his head, he continued, '…for future reference.'

Yagen squirted ice cold water to Tsurumaru's face as though he knew what Tsurumaru had in plan for future activities. They ended up glaring at each other.

"Did you have fun today, Ichigo?" Tsurumaru asked through the walls. He had went in a different direction after returning back to the house.

Ichigo partially glared at where he heard Tsurumaru's voice, "If you call being dragged around the realm 'fun', then yes. I had fun today."

Tsurumaru chuckled, "C'mon, it wasn't that bad. At least your brothers are doing fine."

On the white futons in his room where Ichigo sat freely with his legs stretched out, he sighed with a smile. Yes, it was good to know that all his brothers were fine.

The sliding screen door opened to reveal Tsurumaru with a wooden bucket in one arm and a white cloth over his shoulder, "You did well today."

When Tsurumaru kneeled down in front of Ichigo, the God of Fertility laughed, "Is this a treat for my good behaviour?"

Tsurumaru gently took Ichigo's right foot onto his lap, "Perhaps this is self-punishment for my misconduct."

"You didn't do anything wrong. I meant it when I said I had fun."

"I beg to differ. Let me make up to you."

Tsurumaru dipped the towel into the hot bucket of water before wringing it. He then pressed his thumb into the sole of Ichigo's foot, right at his pressure point. Ichigo felt his body grow limp and he ended up on his back in a split second with a groan.

"…that feels…nice." Ichigo let out with a breathless voice.

"I know."

With the warm wet cloth in hand, Tsurumaru started blotching Ichigo's foot with it. The heat felt extremely pleasant against his sore muscles. Ichigo wasn't used to walking for so long. Tsurumaru had accidentally overlooked that fact. But if the aftermath of a long tiring day was an excellent foot massage, then Ichigo wouldn't mind doing it again.

Once the cloth had cooled, Tsurumaru alternated between digging his thumb and knuckles into Ichigo's sole. He even bent his toes and let out all the air in his tired bones. It felt so good. Ichigo panted and moaned when Tsurumaru hit a particularly good spot. It was like he was on the verge of supreme relaxation.

By the time Tsurumaru was done pampering Ichigo's right foot, Ichigo was already a panting mess and he felt like a limp pile of goo.

Tsurumaru switched foot and started giving the left foot the same treatment. First the warm towel and then a foot rub. Halfway through, Tsurumaru broke the cycle. He lifted Ichigo's foot to his face much to the other's surprise. Tsurumaru looked into Ichigo's shocked eyes as he flicked his tongue out to give Ichigo's sole a long lick.

Ichigo could feel a shiver run through his spine. His fingers clutched the white sheet beneath him. He didn't even know he was sensitive there.

Tsurumaru smirked and decided it was safe to assault his lover's delicate limb. The God of Mischief strategically kissed and licked Ichigo's foot. He revelled in how Ichigo bit his lip to conceal his aroused voice, how his fingers could only clutch onto the futon, how his toes curled and how his leg shivered.

Every lick left a cold spot. And every kiss was gentler than before. Ichigo started blushing just from thinking about it. Tsurumaru made sure that each kiss made Ichigo feel how precious he was. It was driving Ichigo insane.

"Tsuru..maru-! Ah!"

Tsurumaru took in Ichigo's toes into his mouth and sucked mercilessly.

Ichigo threw his head back and his arms flailed. It was too much. Why was there so many nerves in the feet anyway?!

The God of Mischief grinned like a little kid and released Ichigo from the torturous massage. Instead, he continued planting kisses up Ichigo's leg. Tsurumaru kissed his ankle first, long and loving. And then he moved up to his knee, slowly opening up Ichigo's yukata. When Tsurumaru got to his thighs, he started licking them. The supple skin of Ichigo's thighs were hard to resist so Tsurumaru gave it a bite or two.

The slight twitching underneath the fabric was permission enough to keep going. Tsurumaru teased further upwards, undoing the belted tie of the yukata and freeing Ichigo's suppressed arousal. But Tsurumaru never touched it. Instead he pressed his thumbs and massaged Ichigo's pelvic muscle; the protruding v-shaped muscle towards the groin. Oh how Tsurumaru enjoyed the way Ichigo trembled and mewl at the sensation.

Ichigo's skin was so hot against Tsurumaru fingers. They were receptive to each touch and seem to only grow warmer as Tsurumaru gentled Ichigo to an enticing state. Towards the navel, Tsurumaru merely leaned his face against it. Hearing Ichigo's pants and the feel of the quick motion of his breathing was very relaxing. Since Tsurumaru was at his stomach, Ichigo's hand was close enough to caress Tsurumaru's face.

Ichigo's eyes were clouded with voiceless need. And Tsurumaru complied by getting up to hover above his beloved's face, "What do you want Ichigo?" Tsurumaru asked kindly.

The God of Fertility continued to breathe unevenly. The question was hard to register in his state but he mustered all strength and gripped Tsurumaru's front desperately, "Kiss me." Ichigo grinded up his hips and arousal against Tsurumaru, making his intention known, "Please."