Missing Piece

By Spunky0ne

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(In the mother of all misunderstandings, Ichigo marries best friend, Tetsuya, not realizing that each has broken someone's heart by getting away. Byakuya has secretly loved Ichigo from the moment he fell to the ginger haired man's sword and Kurushimi has adored Tetsuya from afar, but never made a move because he thought Tetsuya was truly Ichigo's boyfriend. The two left behind have a few drinks, then accidentally, something more. What happens after would be oh so much easier if Byakukya and Kurushimi didn't completely irritate each other!...Kurushimi/Byakuya (Byakuya mpreg), Ichigo/Tetsuya…Yaoi, mpreg and warning…you may bust something laughing at these two. When you do, you may give your thanks to the lovely AvellaAria for originally requesting this hilarious pairing and my dear Shima-Taicho31 for sharing Kurushimi and his wonderful family! Enjoy the story! Love to all, Spunky)

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Chapter 1: Mixed Spirits

Byakuya sat quietly at the head table with other members of Tetsuya's wedding party, looking out across the beautifully decorated gardens and watching as his gentle cousin occupied the arms of the ginger haired man who had stolen Byakuya's own heart.

The moment Senbonzakura broke apart under Ichigo's power, I felt, deep in my chest, that this man had stolen my heart. It was impossible, of course. As the leader of the greatest of the noble families, it would have been disgraceful for me to give myself to a commoner and a human. And even after we knew he was a Shiba, he was in line for leadership, which means a match with him would have been discouraged. Before Hisana, I might have pursued him anyway, but I could not chance dividing the council and bringing chaos with my misbehavior. So, I said nothing, not even to Tetsuya, the one who knows all of my secrets. This one, I could not tell him. Had I said one word, he never would have accepted, when Ichigo asked to court him.

Byakuya took a shuddering breath and reached past the cup of tea to take instead the sake glass he had used for toasting the newlyweds. A passing attendant topped off the glass and Byakuya emptied it, then set it down, only to seek it and find it refilled a short time later. His chest burned inside and his vision felt slightly distorted as he watched Ichigo and Tetsuya turn and sway together. The sweet, contented smile on Tetsuya's lips made him feel guilty for not being completely happy to see his favored cousin so blissful.

Tetsuya, of all people, deserves to be happy. He spent much of his youth illegally incarcerated because his noble father married a commoner in the days when it was still a punishable crime to do so. And although he did fall in love with another inmate, Tetsuya's lover was killed protecting him as they fled during the raid I led on the prison. I always felt guilty because even though I did save Tetsuya, I could not save his lover, or the baby he was carrying at the time. I can take comfort in the fact that although Ichigo will never love me, he will love Tetsuya and give him all of the happiness that he deserves. That is some compensation, I suppose.

A loud, slurred male voice sounding near him, made Byakuya wince. He turned his head away in annoyance as someone bumped the table and didn't see as some of the inebriated guest's drink spilled into his.

"Oh, lo siento, Byakurai," the man said penitently, giving him a crooked smile.

He bent and breathed a few words into the Kuchiki leader's ear that raised his brows more readily than the amount of alcohol on the man's breath.

"You are kicking yourself for never telling Ichibun of your affections, eh?"

Byakuya scowled.

"Get away from me. You're drunk," he said icily, careful to keep his voice low so that the other guests couldn't hear, "You don't know what you're saying, Shima taicho."

Kurushimi let out a sarcastic huff and stumbled away.

Shaking his head in disgust, Byakuya picked up his sake glass and emptied it again, frowning at the odd difference in flavor. He chased the liquor with a long swallow of his tea, then rose and quietly excused himself from the table. Not trusting his legs for dancing or his mental fitness for conversation, he slipped away from the party and walked out through the gate at the back of the gardens, heading down a tree lined trail that led to his favorite thinking spot.

Not that I really want to think about anything, even if I could form a coherent thought right now. I just need to be away from that. I will return before they begin to farewell the guests.

He reached a group of pretty sakura trees that stood near the edge of a cliff, and sat down beneath the one closest the drop off. His dark eyes looked out over the moonlit lake at the base of the waterfall he sat near, finding some peace in the pleasant reflection of the night sky. Wind brushed the dark, long grasses of the meadow and a breath of flower sweetened air somewhat eased the weight that wouldn't lift itself from Byakuya's aching heart. He breathed in and out slowly, glad to be away from the lights, the noise, and the inevitable sight of the man he loved, dancing with someone Byakuya couldn't bring himself to dislike for it.

No. Tetsuya deserves this happiness.

A soft giggle in the distance alerted him to the presence of two people down near the lake's shore. Their bodies almost hidden in the long grass, they turned and grappled playfully as Byakuya tried not to notice them.

Then, he sensed that one of the two was Rukia.

Byakuya's brow furrowed and his gaze darkened.

If that promiscuous fukutaicho of mine has…

He blinked in surprise as he found that the other person had long ginger hair and wasn't male, but was female.

The human girl, Orihime?

He bit his lip gently, not meaning to look, but unable to look away as the two young women sat up and shared a long, passionate kiss. A blush roared over his face as he noted that both were bared completely and touching each other very intimately as they fell back down into the grass again. Byakuya swallowed hard, his heart pounding and his loins aching scandalously. He kept still and silent as the two continued their sexual play and carefully drew in his reiatsu so that they wouldn't notice him as they dressed and scampered back to join the party.

I think I will hope my drunkenness will keep me from remembering…

He heard a footstep and groaned inwardly, thinking that it Rukia must have sensed him and come to apologize. He stiffened his body and forced himself to straighten, forcing a calm look onto his face as the person reached him.

Then, he frowned in surprise.

"Shima taicho?" he greeted the man tentatively.

Kurushimi dropped down beside him, disturbing a number of fallen sakura petals and sending them swirling around the two.

"Oh shit!" Kuri gasped.

Then, he realized that the petals were not bladed and managed to relax.

"I almost wet myself," he snickered, "I thought that I pissed you off and you were attacking me, Byakurai."

"Well," Byakuya said dryly, "I am not attacking you…at the moment. What do you want?"

"Pfft…" the Shima leader huffed, "I was trying to have a moment alone and was almost seen by the ladies that were frolicking down there."

"You were watching my sister and Orihime?" Byakuya asked, glowering and glowing a soft pink color as his temper rose.

"I told you," Kuri corrected him, "I was just trying to be alone. I was over there and I couldn't help but see. I didn't want to embarrass them."

He paused, turning a handsome turquoise eye on Byakuya.

"You were watching too."

"Is there a point to your being here?" Byakuya asked shortly, "If not, I would prefer it if you would leave."

"Well, it would not be very responsible to leave you drunk and alone here, would it?" Kuri mused.

Byakuya's scowl deepened.

"First of all, I do not think you should be using yourself and the word responsibility together. Secondly, I am not drunk and thirdly…"

Byakuya paused, blinking in confusion as he tried to recapture the thought that had flitted away from him.

"I am not drunk!" he repeated angrily.

"Come now," Kuri said bracingly, "Don't be stubborn. You are not the only one whose beloved has married another."

"I am not in love with Ichigo!" Byakuya snapped.

"Oh, and that is why you came off here to be alone instead of dancing with your happy cousin," the Shima leader said skeptically, taking a little flask out of his kimono and drinking, "But don't worry, I am miserable too. And for the same reason you are, Byakurai."

"Will you please stop calling me that? I have a proper name. And I told you, I am not in love with…wait a minute. You are in love with Ichigo too?" Byakuya managed, his words slurring slightly.

Kuri choked on the liquor he was drinking and spat it out on the ground, coughing several times before regaining his composure.

"N-no, you fool!" he laughed, "I am in love with your cousin, the very lovely Tetsu-hana! Don't tell me you didn't know. I know you did."

"I knew he interested you," Byakuya mused, accepting without thinking as Kuri drank from the flask, then offered him a swallow, "Ugh! This is horrid!"

"It is pretty bad," Kuri agreed, "but it will make the pain stop."

"Is that why you drink too much?" Byakuya asked, looking down at the lake beneath the cliff and feeling a little chill inside, "You are in pain?"

"Come now, Byakurai. You know why."

Byakuya sighed.

"You have never gotten over your husband, Hideaki's death, have you?"

"No."

Kuri took another swallow of the liquor, then tried to cap the flask and found his fingers too clumsy. Byakuya snatched the flask from him and tightened the cap, then frowned at the Shima leader and slid it into his own clothing.

"I think you and I have both had enough to drink," he said wearily, "I will have…ah…have s-someone prepare you a womb."

Kuri snickered.

"Prepare me a what?" he repeated, giggling.

"You know what I meant," Byakuya said, glowering at him, "But I am confused."

"You aren't the only one," Kuri chuckled.

"You aren't in love with Ichigo?"

"No, I just said I am in love with Tetsu-hana," Kuri confessed, "Not that it matters now. I will…w-we both would go straight to hell if we committed adultery with either one."

Byakuya gave him a look of forced patience.

"You are aware that adultery, though your religion frowns upon it, is not a reason one is condemned to Jigoku? It would take a much more heinous crime than that."

"I am still not doing it," Kuri said, scowling, "I do not betray family."

"Neither do I," Byakuya agreed.

"So, we will be lonely together, eh Byakurai?" Kuri said, reaching out to try to snatch the flask from within Byakuya's kimono.

Byakuya turned and inadvertently caught Kuri's extended hand, throwing the Shima leader off balance and making the two men collapse onto the ground together. Byakuya made a sound of surprise as he found himself on his back with Kurushimi draped over him. The handsome, caramel skinned man's surprisingly attractive face looked down at him through hazy turquoise eyes. Byakuya found himself speechless as the Shima leader smiled dazedly down at him, then took his surprised lips in a kiss that left him as breathless as he was lost for words. The stunning contact reignited the ache in his loins, and he shifted beneath the darker skinned man, seeking friction as their mouths collided clumsily again. He felt Kuri's hand tug at his clothing and blushed brightly at how swift his own hands were in helping. They were naked and entwined in moments, writhing hard against each other and assaulting each others' mouths forcefully.

Oh gods, this isn't happening, right? I am not having sex with that…that…

He lost the ability to think as Kuri's palm slid up his thigh and his legs spread readily.

This would probably hurt if I wasn't drunk, he realized as the other man's fingers hastily prepared him, I have never…had…a male lover.

Only Hisana.

And he has only had Hideaki.

Byakuya looked up at Kuri's handsomely smiling face and enchantingly loving eyes.

Why did I dislike this man?

He…he is…!

Byakuya's dark eyes rounded as Kuri made a slow, careful entry that seemed at odds with the way he had been acting before.

"Why are b-being slow careful?" he mumbled, "I am not w-weak!"

"I don't want to hurt you…Tetshu…Byaku…rai."

"You don't even know who I am?" Byakuya objected, trying to pull free.

"S-sorry," Kuri panted, "Slop of the tongue. I apologies, lovely, Byakurai."

Byakuya meant to continue his objection, but went silent and breathless all over again as Kuri's huge member joined with him.

Kami! If I had known homosexual intercourse felt this good sooner, I might have…

Kuri's hips moved, dragging a gasp of intense pleasure from deep in his chest. His already hazy surroundings dimmed even more, but he barely noticed as he raised his hips and closed his eyes tightly, aching for more of that heavy, jarring contact.

I have never felt anything like this!

He frowned against Kuri's lips at the sudden light that seemed to flare around them, lighting Kuri's undulating body with heavenly white light. But the sight of the Shima leader was so mind numbingly beautiful, it left him spellbound and writhing hotly against him, feeling warmth that defied the chill of the night and igniting a fire under his breast that exploded and ran all through his body as Kuri stiffened, bowing his head and surrendering to a powerful release. Melting heat enveloped Byakuya's slender body and he knew the sound that escaped his lips could not have come from him. He panted and moaned shamelessly, riding out the blissful throbs of release, then going still and, for the first time, realizing that Kuri had lost consciousness upon reaching climax.

Oh…kami, it figures.

He cringed at the thought of being found in such a scandalous state and as quickly as he could, wiggled out from under the other man, then bent over him, examining him carefully to make sure he was all right.

"You are going to have a very larger headache in the morning," he whispered sleepily, "You deserve it, baka!"

He positioned Kuri safely away from the cliff edge, dressing him and rolling him onto his side to recover. He dressed himself, not realizing that he had confused Kuri's more colorful silk tie with his own. He wrapped it around his waist and made sure he looked as proper as he could.

I wonder what time it is.

He breathed in deeply and focused himself on getting back to the gardens. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he arrived just in time to say goodbye to the wedding couple and guests. When they were gone, Byakuya waved off his attendant, mumbling something about finding that drunken idiot up by the waterfall, then he hurried to the bathroom, where he turned on the shower to drown out the sounds of his retching.

I swear if I live through tonight, I will never take another swallow of liquor for as long as I live! He thought miserably.

When he could stand, he retreated into the shower and collapsed onto his knees, letting the warm water rain down on him.

I am a disgrace.

I cannot believe I…

Byakuya's head swam and he lowered himself onto the shower floor, his eyes filled with visions of Kuri's handsome, smiling face and his ears still hearing the Shima leader's deep, compelling voice. He was grateful for the darkness that took over and the silence that wrapped around him after. He was dismayed at waking, hours later, to find the sun already up, and that his attendant had obviously found him, dressed him and laid him comfortably in his bed.

What exactly happened?

Oh, I hope to kami that I did not embarrass myself or Tetsuya last night. I can't remember a thing after the dancing.

All I know is that I ache all over and I vaguely remember throwing up.

I am never taking a sip of alcohol again!

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Tetsuya woke to find Ichigo awake and gazing at him affectionately. He met his new husband with a kiss and smiled back warmly.

"No regrets?" Ichigo asked, "I wasn't sure last night when we had to have sex for the first time, if you were really okay with all of this."

"Oh, it's fine," Tetsuya assured him, resting his head on Ichigo's shoulder, "Remember that I agreed to this. We both did. I wanted Byakuya-sama to stop worrying about me being alone and I wanted him to stop feeling guilty over the past…"

"I wanted to at least marry someone I know and like," Ichigo added, "not one of those strangers the elders wanted to set me up with. But Tetsuya, it doesn't mean that we won't fall in love, you know."

"I understand," Tetsuya assured him, "I am not unhappy. I know you would probably have rather married Byakuya-sama."

"But you know he never would have gone for that," Ichigo sighed, "Still, you and I are good with each other. We'll be okay, right?"

"I think we will be," Tetsuya agreed, kissing Ichigo and smiling as he was laid down on his back and gently invaded again, "Many noble relationships begin as friendships. I think as long as we are committed to making it work, it will."

"Yeah," Ichigo agreed, feeling a swell of deeper affection in his chest as he joined with Tetsuya's body again.

He isn't Byakuya, but he is my very best friend. We have everything we need to be happy together. All we need is time. Given that time, I'm sure we'll love each other romantically too.