Completely Entwined.
It would probably help to read 'Completely Paralysed' first as this is a sequel and maybe confusing otherwise. For the duration of this story and probably the rest of my life, I do not own Bleach and its characters, I make no money and get bored pointing out stupid things like this – ain't it obvious!
Warnings – M for YAOI/non-consensual/violence
Summary – Ichigo now 24 his children with Aizen are Masaki 8, Tamotsu 6 Iruki & Kakarau 4. This follows directly on from the last chapter of Completely Paralysed and Ichigo and Byakuya now have a 4 week old son. Ichigo has been released from Hueco Mundo for 4 years and with Byakuya for 3 of those. Life is about to settle into a new routine as Ichigo attempts to return to work but someone's aim is to disrupt this happy family and recover what he's lost. The dead can still get you.
The Main Bedroom – Kuchiki Mansion
"Once upon a time…" The deep voice resonated over the enrapt four children snuggled around the reader. Their bed time ritual of gathering in their parents bed and listening to one of them read. As Ichigo had other distractions, Byakuya had taken the brunt of the story reading of late, but it was a task he thoroughly enjoyed.
Ichigo smiled as he stepped into the room that smelt of freshly bathed children, carrying the latest edition to the family, a tiny dark haired child who looked the twin of its father Byakuya. At four weeks old, he was not adverse to making his needs know and was currently screaming in a very annoyed tone that dinner was long over due and his own bath had been most unwelcome. Ichigo gave the crowded group an apologetic grin and settled at the edge of the bed next to a four year old Iruki, opening his robe and sliding the infant towards the plump breast currently engorged with milk at the sound of the tears.
Byakuya had paused his story and looked at Ichigo at the sound of the snuffling coming from his heir.
"He sounds like he's suffocating." All eyes looked at the raven haired baby with a snagged nipple in its mouth and its nose pressed up against its mothers petite breast.
"They make that noise, its quite natural. Go on get on with the story." Ichigo tutted at the worrying new father and smiled back down at the beautiful creature he was nursing.
"Its about time they read it to me, they've heard it enough times." Byakuya said stiffly but gave the eight year old Masaki a sideward's grin. She nudged him to continue. "Okay, well. Where were we?"
"There. The two dashing men…" Tamotsu pointed to the book. For a 6 year old, his reading was way ahead of his peer group and his finger ran under the next few words. "…hated each other on sight. They for…forgt?"
"Fought." Byakuya corrected him and continued reading. "They fought together in a very fierce fight, one to save a damsel in distress and one to kill her. Of course, the younger man as handsome and clever as he was, convinced the elder evil brother, also very handsome and just as clever, to release his sister and to save her life. Ever in his debt the brother made it a vow to always fight beside the other man and always to over throw evil…It was said that the ancient books foretold of a great prophecy where between them they would save the world from the devil himself… Well one day, the devil captured the younger man and when held him captive forcing the other to come to his rescue… They fought again, side by side and went home happily thinking they had killed the devil… But the devil hid himself until he had healed and grew stronger and stronger to capture both men and kill them… One day, he lured the younger man to his lair and tricked him. The younger man didn't realise who it was until it was too late and he was trapped by the devil again… The older man, searched for his friend and found the lair. He struggled to get inside and when he did he found the younger man was almost dead. With a very heavy heart, he fought the devil again, he couldn't lose this time, he couldn't let the devil just kill them both. The older man knew that if he lost, the devil would then go on and kill lots of people and destroy the world. He fought hard, ignoring his injuries and finally managed with a special blade to kill the devil and really kill him this time. He lifted up his good friend the younger man and took him home where he healed just fine. Both men lived together for a very long time happy that they'd saved the world and saved each other."
"The End!" Kakarau called out. "Is it a real story?" His chocolate eyes looked up at the steel gray for an answer.
"My father said it was written based on a real prophecy. He used to tell it to me, with lots more blood and guts and the younger man dies at the end! But I never liked that so I always make him live." He ruffled the kids hair and added. "I think its bed time now." A loud groan erupted from the eldest four. "Now before I go fetch Senbonzakura!" The children leapt from the bed at Byakuya's angry tone and ran screaming from the bedroom. Byakuya laughed and Ichigo shook his head at him.
"I can believe you're the evil bastard in that story." Ichigo laughed back. "You really scare them you know!"
"It is only a game Ichigo." He said heading for the door. Ichigo felt a vibration of fear in his mind and shook his head.
"Not so sure they really believe you wouldn't do it!" He added as Byakuya stepped out of the room. The squeal two seconds later from the twins confirmed it.
That Moment in the Depths of the Spirit Dimension…
The centre of Soul Society was not a molten ball of lava like the earth, no it was nothing so definite as the solid matter of the humans planet. It was not quite unlike another dimension nestling in the bowels of the spirit world. A perfect round sphere that appeared like a smoky ivory glitter ball. What looked like an atmosphere, swirled and mingled like the gases around Mars, but it was much more alive than that. Each tendril of gas belonged to a Soul, a soul awaiting rebirth. They didn't always have an awareness of where they were nor what they were here for. It was just a waiting room if you like where souls waited until the timing was perfect for the cycle of its existence to begin again. Each new birth of a human drew a suitable soul forth from the sphere and it settled comfortably into the tiny body ready to start a fresh. Some souls had been here a while, others just arrived. But time was a very vague notion here, just arrived could literally mean a few years.
Certain souls over time immortal always remained aware. One did now. One had made sure of it.
Unlike the others souls hoping for a chance at release, one soul was waiting patiently, it had always been good at patience.
Instead of floating around idly however, it planned and schemed and tested its surroundings. This soul found the ribbon of life and followed its own to the very beginning of its creation. There it found a smaller darker, almost lemon coloured sphere rotating gently in the centre. It peered inside and smiled to itself. That was one direction it most certainly was going to investigate. Time enough yet though, where did his soul ribbon go to the other way? It did not end at his belly button like other souls but ran right through him. Ichigo?
Back in the Main Bedroom – Kuchiki Mansion
Ichigo smiled as he felt the soft gentle request for attention in his mind. Although he was looking at the baby cradled in his arms still suckling on its last meal of the night, his thoughts drifted to his eldest Masaki. Sounding her name, let his emotions trickle towards her, his warmth ran through their unique bond and he felt her love back.
It was never words they shared, it was never a mind link like that; no this was just a transfer of feelings, checking each other was fine and showing they loved each other. He wished her a nice dream filled night and felt her warm receptive mind take it in. A drowsy feeling came back and he knew she was almost asleep.
Ichigo was always amazed at how she knew how he felt, right from an early age she had seemed very perceptive to his moods. Two years ago, he realised what it was and they worked to control it since however that was a little too late he realised after, wondering what on earth she had felt from him during all these years he had struggled to deal with her fathers role in his life.
They both, Ichigo and Masaki, visualised it as a soul ribbon that connected them; a little tug and their emotions would run along it to reassure the other one. If Ichigo had never watched that damn scary movie with Renji, he would never have realised the connection. She had ran into the room screaming her mummy was scared and threw herself into his arms. His fear had radiated into her and she was shaking like a leaf. So they learned to ask for permission and closed the link at other times.
He wasn't sure, but Ichigo wondered if Tamotsu was also developing the link too when he inadvertently caught a guilty flash of being caught when as a group they sent their tutor into a sleeping kido. When Byakuya came into the room in a rage telling him what he'd seen them just do, Ichigo was sure it hadn't been Masaki he felt.
Byakuya returned some time later as Ichigo was placing Yoshinori into the ornate crib that Byakuya himself had lain in many many years ago. He walked through the room, a soft smile just edging the corners of his mouth up at the sight.
"He fed well?" He asked stopping to reach inside the crib to stroke a curled hand.
"Seemed to." Ichigo smiled at Byakuya and stood wrapping an arm around his waist as they both stood watching the infant give a small wriggle and sigh.
"You must be tired." Byakuya rubbed Ichigo's back and leant in for a kiss.
"If I could get more than four hours it would make a difference." He said nestling his head beneath the long elegant chin and inhaling the scent of Byakuya's skin. "It's actually been easier this time around in one sense. Surgery not good, but sex isn't out of the question." He looked up smirking and raising an eyebrow.
"You should have told me that much sooner." Byakuya said dryly.
"I should should I?" Ichigo laughed pulling away and heading towards the bed letting his robe fall from him and leave a beautiful view of his naked rear. He peered over his shoulder at Byakuya biting his lip and smiling. "Come get me then." He said his voice lowering and slowing.
Byakuya didn't need the invite, but it was enough to send his libido soaring. With purposeful steps he made his way towards the bed yanking his obi undone and crashing his lips into Ichigo's.
Ichigo took the length of obi from his partners hands and pulled it away completely. He watched hungrily as Byakuya shrugged his shoulders and stood there naked, his body heat making Ichigo's skin goosebump.
"I have run out of self-discipline." Byakuya breathed into the shorter mans ear and felt him shiver in response.
"Good." Ichigo purred, lowering his head and licking a trail down the mans neck to his nipples. His hands had held the obi as he teased the alert nipples between his tongue and he wrapped it around the nobles pale slender wrists. "You won't need it anyway."
Byakuya couldn't help the face of surprise as he found himself turned and pushed down onto the bed, with Ichigo straddling his stomach. During a heated kiss of rampant sexully driven swirling tongues, Ichigo reached the tied hands above his lovers head and secured them to the head board.
"What are you doing?" Byakuya panted towards the boys smiling face, he was never one to play games before.
"Revenge." He grinned sitting his weight on the man and feeling very triumphant.
"For what?" Byakuya tugged at his bindings and looked alarmed back to Ichigo when they didn't budge.
"I don't know? Months of a fat stomach, indigestion, swollen ankles, tiredness, thirty stitches and quite a lot of post-op pain?" As much as Ichigo wanted to indulge in the first course, he found looking at Byakuya so helpless like this was a huge turn on. The man's pouting face was positively cute and the way the position defined his amazing chest just made him ravenous with lust. Main course coming up.
Byakuya twisted and turned, squirmed and groaned in pure pleasure as Ichigo ran his fingers down the mans sides, his teeth sunk into the hollow of his hips as his tongue danced a pattern over the sensitive flesh. The dark hair fell around the panting mans face and Ichigo uttered a groan just from watching that stunning face his lips parting with a groan and looking so divine.
His hands sealed around the base of the mans weeping erection and he gripped it tightly to nip and suck at his scrotum. Byakuya was almost ready to explode as he felt Ichigo's interest slide between his legs and caress his seam with that tongue that should be listed as a dangerous weapon. A finger slid inside him and he arched his back. A strangled sound of pleasure escaped his lips and Ichigo chuckled.
With three fingers now pushing inside him, Byakuya's head was tipped back and he was crying out with heavy moans of pleasure. Ichigo's lips took him whole and wantonly bucked into him until he could feel that his peak was going to crest any second.
"Ichigo!" He cried out, as the ginger hair pulled up off the hysterically throbbing organ and moved away to the bedside cabinet. "Oh…Ichigo." He moaned still bucking his hips although now untouched, as the memory of the feeling still fluttered through him, he'd been that close to coming.
With that vision Ichigo could have been forgiven for prematurely releasing.
Byakuya looked expectantly at Ichigo as he lubed himself. Kneeling between the man's legs Ichigo smiled down at the expression playing across his lovers face. It wasn't often that Ichigo topped, but he knew Byakuya was almost at the point of begging for it to happen. He pressed his penis just inside the nub of muscle and listened to the groan from his lover, he pushed in with a thrust that got progressively deeper, bit by bit sinking into the warmth within. Byakuya pushed back into each one impatient for the deep fullness and divine sensations that flew from his prostrate.
Byakuya's hands clenched and unclenched in the binding above his head, his head rolled and he uttered strings of moans as Ichigo pushed himself to the limit of his speed. Gripping his lovers hips he pushed and thrust with force until Byakuya's face contorted, his abdomen rippled and his hips shook with the flow of his release. His sweat ridden face looked up at Ichigo with eyes of awe as the young man let out a guttural exhalation and jolted violently into his climax.
Ichigo lent to kiss Byakuya gently, his panting preventing much more than that.
"There…Fuck me…You deserved that." He grinned sliding a shaky hand up to undo the ties around the now reddened wrists.
