I DON'T OWN BLEACH or Torukia by Gabriela Robin (which inspired the fic)

Requested by many the pairing of Hisagi/Ichigo

Beta work by Kaiken Collison thank you for you all the extra effort on this one! HUGS YOU!

"Torukia"

In the land of "Torukia"
Words fall to become the sand

Did you see the sea? Did you see the sea?
Guided by the waterway of thought

A proud spirit walks a proud road
A humble spirit walks a humble road
And between the two
The fog breaks over the flat land
And a song that cannot be heard dries out those two spirits

In the land of "Torukia"
Words fall to become the sands

The Package

To his right is the vast ocean, his left the statuesque skyscrapers of Torukia. How he loves it here, blazing across the sun-baked blacktop of the highway during sundown. The city streets lights give a trance to his eyes as his bike shifts into third gear. Streaking past him, the immobile, falling stars trail behind him, a silent warning to the night. He likes to go fast. Easing off the clutch Hisagi leans into the right curve hugging it tightly, preciously, while he merges in and out of traffic.

This city is his home, his mother, his blood flowing through his madly pumping heart. A mere dream scape of a greater reality, yet he adores her just the same for providing him with a purpose.

"Pick up at the corner of Divinity Avenue and Elm." His orders come into his ears from the satellite circling far above the world where his eyes cannot fathom. "A-class for our top client. Do not be late for the hand off." Beamed from headquarters of an unknown person in an unknown place. He obeys. For no other reason than the need to ride his bike. The sense of traveling gives him wholeness.

"Understood, Kira." The slick black and midnight blue motorcycle vibrates a low hum on his thighs. His dark leather gloved hand reaches up pushing his shades up his nose. With a quick tap the night vision filters the clearly visible highway picture to his dark gray eyes. Punching fourth gear he opens him up, his engine unleashing a moan of delight as Hisagi travels toward his destination.

"Do you like to sing for me Kazeshini?" It's comforting, this quiet time in between deliveries. Touching the accelerator, his gentle hand squeezes out another peel of ecstasy. Kazeshini likes to go fast for him. "Just clearing your throat." Hisagi whispers to his bike with a grin, when he mumbles a rapturous reply. The electronic signal on his helmet illuminates a bright green codex to the checkpoint ahead of him. Swaying into the far right lane he passes straight through the toll unrestrained thanks to the pass-code. "Green is good." He chuckles, driving another five minutes in a matter of moments.

Hisagi takes the exit ramp, reluctantly slowing down to drive through the central gardens. The cloud of fog hovers above the steaming roadway, clinging to the final warmth of the ending day. His vision is free; clean of impurities thanks to his special glasses. The city memorial catches his eye. It's tall limestone shape reaching up into the skyline. The Torukai Guardian Angel with his wide open wings and sword thrust up into the heavens guards over the city fearless and brave, is centered in an alcove with a lake below it, reflecting its huge presence on the waters. The position giving him imposing dominion over the water and skies of Torukai. The tenshi is like a beacon to Hisagi. As if he is saying as long as I stand here nothing can happen to this city. To Hisagi, the statue is the most handsome face he has ever seen.

With a nod to his guardian angel he turns away, snaking through the aqueduct connecting the upper part of the city. The incline is steep and only motorcycles are allowed to traverse the clear tunnel encased in the water that feeds the city. His bike slips up into the high city, the roads become less crowded allowing him to reach his destination with time to spare. Coming to a halt in front of the coordinates specified on his digital display, he shuts off his bike and lifts a long leather clad leg off the seat to lean next to a streetlamp.

"You are punctual..." The man in the gray suit steps from a black luxury car, a large silver briefcase in hand. "Hopefully you will work harder than the last Currier I hired by your company."

"I make my deadlines." Hisagi replies, appearing disinterested. His gray eyes flicking across the road to the poorly hidden second car watching him. That's a new development. Since when does Kira give him assignments for the mafia? Hisagi isn't a squeaky clean type, but he likes to keep things legal to avoid trouble with the locals. He is gonna kick Kira's ass for this. "Destination?"

"This envelope must be delivered to Roma in twenty-four hours." The man in the fancy suit with brown hair opens the case handing Hisagi the envelope and exact locations on a data disk. "Precisely at midnight be at that fountain. The rendezvous is set and unbreakable. Do you understand?"

"Of course." Hisagi takes the envelope and slides it inside Kazeshini's storage compartment under his seat. This whole set up is weird. He could get to Roma in twelve hours. Why do they need him to be there in twenty-four?

"Very good, by the way..." The man turns before getting into the car with a grin. "I have some insurance, if you decide to run off." The car across the street pulls up and out comes a tied up body from the back door, then it speeds away. "Be on time... He requires an antidote that is waiting in Rome."

"Wait!" Hisagi watches them vanish into the night before turning to the unconscious guy lying on the ground. "Call Kira." The sunglasses on his head chirp out a dialing sound as Hisagi turns the man over to check for injuries.

"Hisagi-san? Why aren't you at the pick-up point?"

"I am and I got this problem..." Hisagi sees his face for the first time and almost drops him. "He... looks like the Torukai Guardian Angel. Who is he?"

"I'm scanning his retina for a match." Kira says in Hisagi's ear. "Kurosaki Ichigo, he is twenty-one and a pastry chef at a high class restaurant in Torukai."

"Pastry chef?" Hisagi looks at the sleeping man, marveling at his tan skin and orange hair. "He bakes sweet things and has a name like that? So sexy." It's true Hisagi didn't notice many people or think they are attractive, but Ichigo just pushes all the right buttons for him. Lean, his build just a bit smaller than his. And his scent. The sweetly vanilla smell of something yummy makes his mouth water.

"Your tracker shows you are still a block and a half away from the-"

"That's impossible I use Kazeshini to navigate and he is never wrong." Hisagi looks up at the street sign and frowns. "I'm on the wrong street!"

"Ehh... I feel like I swallowed a truck, and then it hit me."

The man is Hisagi's arms moans, trying to lean up. "Easy there you hit the ground pretty hard."

"Hisagi-san... I just ran diagnostics on Kazeshini and he is saying someone hacked into his mainframe while you were passing through the toll station."

"I took the wrong job?" Hisagi helps the orange haired man to his feet. "And it's for some people we don't even know?"

"Correct. I can just call them and explain. Do you have the number?"

"Um, no and they don't seem the type to call up and say no thanks too. He said if I don't get this guy to Roma in twenty-four hours he is gonna die."

"WHAT!" Ichigo exclaims grabbing Hisagi by the jacket. "I'm gonna die unless I-" He starts heading down to street to call a cab. "Screw that I ain't going there."

"Ichigo-san!" Hisagi chases after him, knocking into Ichigo when the latter suddenly stops, sending them crashing to the ground. "I-Ichigo-san..."

"You know, there are better ways of getting my attention." Ichigo lifts a brow as the man on top of him blushes crimson across his cheeks. "That came out wrong!" His begins to scramble, trying to get out from under the dark haired man. Their limbs sliding against each other and hips rubbing together make Ichigo the shade of a ripe tomato. "Ehh! You are touching things nobody does!"

"Sorry!"

"Hisagi-san a warrant for your arrest has just been issued. I rec-"

"These guys are serious about this package. We have to get out of the city now!" Hisagi snatches Ichigo up from the ground, tugging him over to his bike. "Get on please."

"No way! Bikes are dangerous." Ichigo quips holding his arms crossed in front of his white chef's uniform.

"Motorcycles aren't dangerous, only people who drive them carelessly." Hisagi pulls out another pair of sunglasses from his jacket handing them to Ichigo. "We will figure out how to fix this after we leave the city." He hops on the bike and turns on the engine.

"Fine, but If I die on this thing." Ichigo presses his forehead up to Hisagi's. "I'm coming back to haunt you. And I'll do shit to you that would make the Devil himself cry."

"I... understand." Hisagi winces as Ichigo climbs on the bike behind him. "Please hold on tightly." Waiting for Ichigo's hands to wrap around his chest Kazeshini's security protocol chimes a warning.

"H-Here?" Ichigo puts his hands on Hisagi's hips, grateful he is behind him on the bike and the dark haired man can't see his blush.

"Like this." He replies moving the trembling hands up and around his chest. "Tighter, please."

"Ok." Ichigo grabs at the leather jacket as the bike zooms away. "I'm gonna die~!"

"I will not let you die." Hisagi presses a button activating their head protectors and chat mode between them so he will not have to yell. "I cannot let someone who looks like my angel die." Turning the corner he sees a line a police cars. Frowning he punches into third gear, heading for the tunnel.

"What the hell did you do?" Ichigo growls, looking back at the guns lifting up and beginning to charge with a high pitch screech. "G-Guns! They are shooting at us!"

"I know..." Hisagi presses the flashing light on his infrared dashboard that sat hovering above Kazeshini's handlebars. "Activate countermeasures." The chaff instantly deploys, spreading a thick cloud of reflective pieces behind them. "The laser weapons they use will be useless now. They can't lock on to something they can't see."

"What kind of bike is this?"

"Kazeshini... is special." Hisagi leans into the tunnel to make the bike lift up dodging the one lucky shot to get past the chaff. "Hey Ichigo, reach out your hand and touch the water." He smiles as the bike shoots through the aqueduct.

Ichigo lifts a tan hand up to the ceiling as they drop through. The cold water passing between his fingers is a strange, but thrilling sensation. "Freaking awesome."

"Hehe." His smile quickly fades as the blast he avoided connects with his beloved statue. He watches in horror as the wings drop to the water below, in millions of pieces. "They damaged him..." His whisper is lost as the rear wheel of the bike sets down on the pavement, soon followed by the front. He doesn't have time to morn his fallen tenshi. Instead he takes the on ramp to the massive highway and begins to wonder how this happened to him of all people. "Call Kira."

"Hisagi-san! Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I need a safe route out of the city. I can't trust Kazeshini's GPS anymore."

"Understood."

~/~

Pulling into the seaside market Hisagi shuts off the engine for the first time in nearly five hours. Thanks to Kira the two men had managed to avoid any tolls or barricades and got out of the city entering the city-state of Athenia.

"Gah, I feel like I'm still moving on the inside." Ichigo says climbing off the bike and waving at Hisagi. "I'll be just five minutes."

"Take your time." Hisagi smiles watching the orange haired man step through the door of the all-night market. His conversation with the chef had been sporadic throughout the journey. He had gleaned enough information from Ichigo to learn the guy loves to cook and when he offered to make them a midnight snack he couldn't say no. Hisagi loves to eat.

"Incoming call from Kira..." His head tilts up to accept the call, his mind swirling with the evenings events and the tan face of a certain chef who looks like the angel he admires so much. "Yes?"

"I did a background check on your passenger."

"What did you find out?"

"Not much I'm afraid. Only that Ichigo-san is recently divorced from-"

"He had a wife so young?" Hisagi's dark eyes flick up through the window of the store, watching Ichigo smelling fruits and tapping vegetables. "I guess it's not hard to believe. He is very good looking."

"Um, He had a husband actually, and I'm surprised at you Hisagi-san for thinking that he could only have had a female lover. It is the twenty-second century!"

"Eh, you can never tell anymore."

"After the divorce he took back his family name. That's the only legal documents that I could find on him. The rest I had to poke around for."

"And?"

"He is an illegal citizen in Torukia... and that tells me one thing."

"Kira... I have a bad feeling." Hisagi lifts off his bike to pop open the seat. Lifting the envelope out of the storage compartment, he opens it finding an old brass key. "I'm willing to bet a round of sake that, he came from Roma, and is running from his former husband."

"Ichigo-san is the package, and poisoning him was a way to make him return."

"How horrible." His black gloved hand squeezes at the key. "My gut tells me to step back from this whole thing. Whoever the husband is, he has enough influence to bribe the law enforcement." Hisagi hears the door swishing open. Looking up he sees Ichigo's warm expression and cringes inside. "How could anyone walk away from that face?"

"Hisagi-san, we both know you won't leave him to die."

"You are right, my friend." Ending the call Hisagi drives Ichigo to a local hotel. "Ichigo, are you sure you don't mind sharing a room?"

"Not at all. It's my fault for spending too much money on the food anyway."

"Alright then." Booking them a double room with a kitchenette, they settle in and Ichigo begins to make the meal. After a quick shower Hisagi leans on his bed watching Ichigo cooking up a feast that smells almost as good as Ichigo looks while preparing it. "Oh, man if that tastes half as good as it smells I'm going to wanna keep you."

"W-What?" Ichigo's hand clinches, the glass in his hand shatters; shards cutting into his palm. The memories flood his mind. Arguments about his daily activities, a swift denial followed by an apology for loving him too much.

"You belong to me... and no one else. I will make you understand." Blame and mistrust accompanying a hasty act of violence. The painful heartache of being lied too, and finally a cherished friend's death. Another apology with promises whispered in his ear... a betrayal.

"He is dead because of you, Ichigo... Ichigo...Ichigo."

"Ichigo-san?" Hisagi pulls at Ichigo's arm, forcing his bleeding hand under the kitchen faucet. "Are you alright?"

"I-I'm not usually this clumsy." Ichigo winches as the cold water stings the cut on his palm. "Hehe, pretty stupid of me to cut myself."

"I said something wrong to you." Hisagi's voice lowers, sensing Ichigo's body tighten up from his closeness. "Please tell me... so I will not upset you again."

"It's nothing you should worry over." His answer is swift and veiled in a warning. Ichigo feels Hisagi pulling his wet, bleeding hand up to his lips and begin sucking on the small, bleeding gash. "W-What are you doing?"

"This is the best way to get out the glass fragments." Hisagi draws out more blood from the wound, spitting it out in the sink. "It'll only take a moment." His mouth covers the shaking hand again, sucking lightly.

"Eh, I-I don't need you to-" The lips touching his hand is gentle. Ichigo isn't used to gentleness. At one point in his life he believed roughness was what he wanted. What he deserved. The past has always choked him from having any kind of a relationship with a man, but Hisagi seems to be full of kindness. In direct opposition to his rough appearance. Ichigo's eyes take in Hisagi's face for the first time. Looking past the strange scars and tattoo he can see softness in the way he is so serious. "He has an intense aura about him, but acts so... nice." He is curious about him, so curious that he doesn't notice he is staring at his lips, and leaning into the taller man's body. "I wonder if he would be a rough kisser or soft?" His mind ponders as his head tilts closer and closer.

"I-Ichigo-san." Hisagi moves back, avoiding the kiss. He immediate regrets his actions, watching the red faced man yank his hand away from his grasp. "I-I just-"

"My bad." The chef vanishes into the bathroom to drown his sorrows under the shower faucet. "That was stupid! What am I thinking?" He hasn't tried to kiss anyone since the divorce. He has dated a few guys, but never really felt an attraction to them. Why all of a sudden is he falling over this guy he just met a few hours ago? "Maybe I'm tired of having other people make my choices for me." Smoothing the shampoo into his hair, he bites at his lower lip contemplating the decision that lead him to this point in his life. "I wanna pick a lover for myself. Not be flirted with until I give in or told what I want." The knock on the bathroom door jolts him out of his thoughts. "Yeah?"

"Ichigo-san, I would have... I really wanted too but, I didn't want our first kiss to taste of blood." Hearing no reply, Hisagi walks back into the main room and makes to two plates of food. The shower turns off in the bathroom, but Ichigo doesn't come out. He waits a few moments staring at the bathroom door with a pained expression on his tired face.

"Hisagi-san, go ahead and eat without me." Ichigo says from behind the bathroom door. "I'm not feeling well." Ichigo looks at the cut on his hand. "A blood stained kiss... I didn't even think of that." Curling his hand into a fist, he feels the blood dripping out between his fingers. "Sosuke... you won't win. I don't need your type of love."

"Please call me Shuhei."

"Alright." He whispers unsure if Shuhei heard him. Sliding down the door, he breathes a sigh of relief when he hears the main door open and shut. "He left. Good. It's better this way. I can make it to Roma myself and get the antidote from Sosuke." He punches at the door with his fist. "I'm tired of these games Aizen." Ichigo told himself he wouldn't play Aizen's games anymore. He left him for good and ran away to another town, but Sosuke was quick to find him. "It ends with this."

Ichigo wakes up laying on the cold bathroom floor. Unsure how long he has been asleep in the bathroom, he quietly edges the door open. Peeking around the corner to where the beds are his heart pounds in his ears. He expected the beds to be laying there in the darkness totally untouched. He wanted deep down for Hisagi Shuhei to be laying in one of those beds. Not that he wanted to sleep with him. It's just his heart can't handle being alone right now. Braving a glance to the sleeping area his eyes blink then widen seeing a man sleeping in one bed and the other bed turned down for him. "Shuhei, you really are a nice guy."

Hisagi woke hearing a small cry. Rolling over, his eyes focus on the tuft of orange hair sticking out of the sheets in the bed next to him. He can hear him. The faint sounds of talking, and muffled cries of a nightmare. "What should I do? I can only take so much of this kind of behavior before I snap. Ichigo has been mistreated, that much is obvious. What should I do? What should I do?" Shuhei climbs out of his bed and slips into Ichigo's. Slowly and carefully he puts his arms around him. "I'm not gonna try anything."

"I'm sorry."

"Shh, just sleep."

~/~

They both slept late into the day. Waking just before lunch, the pair decided, amidst the blushing glances at the other, that they would spend the afternoon in Athenia. Hisagi wanted to see the ancient ruins and Ichigo wanted to just be around him a little longer.

"As long as we leave around six we should have plenty of time to get there." Hisagi nods his head at Ichigo, watching him eat behind the privacy of his sunglasses.

"Sounds like a plan." For some odd reason waking up with Shuhei's body curled around his made him feel close to him. If Ichigo shuts his eyes he can still smell that leathery, sandalwood scent of Hisagi. "So Parthenon here we come?"

"Hell yeah! I have always wanted to see it, but getting clearance to leave the city-state is almost impossible." Shuhei stands up, a wide grin stretching across his face. "I was lucky meeting you Ichigo."

"Lucky?" Ichigo puts down his drink and smiles. "For the first time in a long time, I think I'm the lucky one."

They went to the ruins and Hisagi tried to steal a "small" rock as a souvenir. They are now banned from the Parthenon. An old couple told them of a beautiful park that lovers often go to visit. After exchanging glances at each other they rode Kazeshini over to the National Gardens and found the area breath taking. Large old trees canopy over the bright blue skyline as the faint sounds of water trickling echo around the grassy paths.

"Care for a snack, Shuhei?" Ichigo lifts up a small food case and with a happy grin, leading the two over to a nearly secluded area past a roped off 'Do not enter' sign.

"Ichigo, it says 'Do not enter."

"Where?" He looks up in the sky, despite the pulling up the rope so Hisagi can duck under. "I don't see it... And I don't speak..." He looks at the warning written in five languages with a frown. "English, Greek, Chinese, Italian, or Japanese."

"Oh, really?" He laughs as they pass through an archway and find a large tree next to a pond. "Oh it's nice here."

"Yeah, that old couple we met earlier said this was a nice private place to relax." Laying down the blanket he had draped over his arm, he takes off his shoes and sits down.

"So what's in the box?"

"I made these last night but..." Ichigo shrugs his shoulders, opening the black box and spreading the tiny cakes out. "We didn't get around to dessert."

"Oh, I don't know which to try first." Shuhei lifts a lemon tart up with his fingers and pops it in his mouth. "So good!" He picks up another one, handing it to Ichigo. "You gotta try this."

"I have before," He answers watching Hisagi taking a bite of one of the strawberry cakes. He likes to watch people's faces enjoying the food he makes. Shuhei's expression is incredible, grinning happily... getting whipped cream on his chin and not noticing. "He is like a kid." He is a nice balance of seriousness and kindness that the chef can appreciate. "Try the chocolate mousse." Ichigo lifts up to the tiny cake getting some on his fingers. "It's one of my favorites."

"Can't say no to that." Hisagi chops on the desserts with a gleam in his eyes. "You are incredible!" Swallowing he leans over to smile at Ichigo. "Incredible." He repeats watching Ichigo's face turn red and his hand move up to his face. On impulse Shuhei grabs it and tugs the finger with a hint of mousse on it, inside his mouth.

Ichigo feels a warm tongue and mouth wrap around his finger. His eyes widen, darting to Hisagi's face as the light sucking sensation makes him shiver. "Shuhei..." He whispers when their eyes connect. "I... want to kiss you."

Hisagi's eyebrows flick up for a moment. Releasing the finger from his mouth he slowly moves toward Ichigo, tilting his head. His eyes search the tan face for reluctance. Finding none, the air between them becomes warm from their breath mingling. Drawing close enough to touch him, Hisagi's eyes shut. "Go ahead."

Ichigo couldn't believe it. Hisagi was actually letting Ichigo kiss him. His hands slide up Shuhei's cheeks, trembling a soft caress. Amber eyes slip close when their lips brush. Taking a nervous breath, he leans into the dark haired man's lips. The spark in his stomach is like a wave of emotion. Holding onto the nape of Shuhei's neck, the kiss deepens. Ichigo's mouth opens wide, hungry for more contact. The lack of response urges him to flick his tongue against Hisagi's lips. Instantly he is filled with a warm, inviting flavor from Shuhei's sweet laced tongue slipping over his.

"You two can't be back here." A voice interrupts them.

"Oh, sorry about that." Hisagi says, winking at Ichigo. Gathering up their food, they dash away on Kazeshini, heading back to the hotel for the few hours they have left before the long drive.

Soon as the hotel door shuts, Ichigo pulls him to the bed. Their mouths meet hungrily after an unbearable absence. Ichigo is enjoying Hisagi. The man's company, his laugh, his smell, his self-control. He wants to touch more of him. With trembling fingers he unzips Hisagi's black jacket, tossing it on the floor. When his fingers lift the snug black shirt a hand covers his.

"Are you sure?" Shuhei looks at him with a compassionate tilt of his head. "We can wait until all this business with your EX is over. I'm in no hurry. I would like to see you as much as possible in the future."

He is positive he is making the right choice. Shuhei is Ichigo's choice. "I'm sure."

"Ichigo, how, um, do you wanna do this?" Hisagi sets a bottle of lube on the bed with a red face. "I am fine with either way."

"You are letting me decide?" Ichigo is stunned. Not only is he kind, but he is willing to listen to his needs.

"Of course."

"Inside me then?" Ichigo's whole body shifts lower, tugging the man to lie down on the bed. Having a choice is exhilarating. "If you don't mind me on top?" This is a good thing. It's not humiliating at all.

"I would like that very much Ichigo."

Their clothes come off quickly and the gap between them is filled as their lips press together. The awkwardness of the conversation is quickly lost in the sounds of their kissing. Hisagi's gentle hands run up and down Ichigo's chest, lightly touching his warm skin.

It's such a rush to the sweet chef. Shuhei's hands sliding up his body to touch his hair. His soft, but passionate kisses drawing on Ichigo's mouth make it feel all the more tangible. However, Ichigo is suddenly rolled over to his back; his legs parted. "Shuhei?"

"Don't worry. I promise you can have it the way you want." Hisagi's mouth travels down Ichigo's chin to his neck, his hands pressing lightly down the tan chest to rub a trembling stomach. "I want you to feel so good you will never let me go."

Swimming inside from his powerful words, Ichigo moves his hands from Hisagi's arms to his soft spiky hair. Trusting is something isn't a skill he has, but he wants to try. "Alright."

"Thank you, Ichigo." Hisagi's mouth travels lower, his tongue lapping at each of Ichigo's tiny pink nipples. Hearing the tinniest of moans from his partner, he continues giving the hardened buds attention. A flick, and a kiss followed by surrounding it and finally rubbing his teeth against them. Each action illicit either a gasp or quiet moan. "Do you like this?"

"Yeah." Ichigo replies with a breathy voice. He can feel his cock pressing on Hisagi's stomach. It's so different with him. No shame or force is found in the strong but gentle fingers sliding up his thighs. The tickling lips move down his stomach, kissing, licking, sucking at the skin around his belly. Knowing what is coming, he shut his eyes trying to brace himself for the strange sensation.

Hisagi takes his time. Slowly pressing his lips to the tip of Ichigo's cock, he pauses to flick his eyes up to him. He can see Ichigo's chest moving up and down and his blazing amber eyes pleading at him. Lowering his mouth over Ichigo's cock, he feels it twitching in pleasure. With a mild smile, he knows it's good.

"Ah!" He moans louder than he intended. The sudden warmth makes him swirl with delicious feelings. His hands clinch at the sheets as Hisagi's moist lips takes him deep inside. So warm inside, so incredibly warm to be plunged inside someone's mouth. "Ah, AH!"

Shuhei's head is bobbing up and down at an easy pace. His mouth being filled by his new lover's cock is so exciting his own dick is weeping in anticipation. The man enjoys being penetrated by a cock in his mouth, to slide deeper and deeper until it taps the back of his throat. He finds a pleasant tempo and he sucks ever so mildly, reveling in the encouraging low moans of the orange haired man sprawled beneath him. Just a bit of the salty bite of pre-come dances in his mouth and across his welcoming tongue. It'll be soon that Ichigo comes. He can tell by the panting and the rigidness of his member. He doesn't mind, as long as his partner is relaxing and enjoying his touch it's fine. Sliding his hands over to the small bottle of oil he pours some out, coating his fingers and spreading some on Ichigo's entrance. Content in the amount of slick oil his fingertip presses, but doesn't enter. The action draws a cry from Ichigo and Shuhei's mouth is suddenly swallowing the thick, salty fluid despite Ichigo's protest.

"I-I'm so-"

"No apologies for that," He whispers, sliding up Ichigo's body. "Was it good?" He is pushed on his back and Ichigo straddles his waist.

"Yeah, it was great." Ichigo is surprised when Shuhei leans up and scoots his back against the headboard.

"This way I can still touch you." He says drawing Ichigo's face near his to kiss. "I like touching you. Looks as if you are quick to recover Ichigo." Hisagi's dark eyes glance at Ichigo's growing cock with a lick of his lips.

"I..." The blush on his face gives away his feelings. "Like being touched by you." Ichigo confesses, just as his mouth is claimed by his dark haired lover.

Closing his eyes, he settles around Hisagi's narrow waist, his knees planting around his thighs. Their cocks draw near and when they slide together, a jolt of energy bubbles up inside of Ichigo. Throwing his arms around Shuhei's neck he begins to move his body.

The wonderful friction gives Hisagi a tingle. Moving his hands around his partners golden skin, he cups Ichigo's bottom squeezing and lifting his hips towards him. His mouth slides down to Ichigo's neck to nuzzle, his fingertips slide lower into the clef and the oiled place waiting for him.

Ichigo is aware of Hisagi's hands leaving to grab more oil; then rubbing it in teasing circles around his entrance. The slight pressure and the awareness of being penetrated by a long finger, cause his hands to clinch at Hisagi's shoulders.

"Ichigo." The steady urging of Hisagi's finger moves carefully in and almost out, unwilling to cause the swaying man seated above him any discomfort. He wants to be inside him so much. Patience is something Hisagi excels at. It's so much better to have Ichigo moaning in ecstasy when he finally enters him than tears and pain. He edges a second finger inside the snug hole and hears Ichigo's breath hitch. "Wait for him... let him set the pace."

"Ah." Ichigo's orange head tilts up as the stroking of his wet entrance increases. "He makes me feel so good." The long fingers begin to slide easily up inside, wiggling like they are searching for something special, something to make him melt. He trembles when the fingers find their goal. "Hn-ah!"

"Almost there. Just a little more." Shuhei reminds himself, while the pad of his finger nudges Ichigo's G-prostate. His mouth nuzzling Ichigo's neck, his cock sliding against his, the warmth of his skin near his make him delirious with lust. He lingers longer on the sensitive place, enjoying the heavy gasps in his ear.

"Shuhei, I want you to feel good too." Ichigo lifts up his hips slipping Hisagi's fingers out of him and rubbing his opening against the dripping cock. He eases himself down on him. It's his choice after all, and he should be the one to do it. The closed muscle slowly spreading for the bulbous tip, giving room for it to slide inside, stinging from the penetration. Ichigo, unwilling to say anything, presses further down feeling a sudden relief as his body accepts him; accepts Shuhei pressing in his deepest place. Feeling warms hands cupping his bottom, supporting his weight, his movements, a piece of his heart quakes to have more of this incredible closeness.

They begin a rocking motion toward each other. Steadily increasing the pace as their instincts take over, the pleasure guiding them to a higher place. Words pass between them while hands grab at shoulders and rake through hair. Closer, closer to the edge they lunge, growing sweaty as their mouths meet in a feverish fight for more.

Kissing, touching, holding, caressing, all things Ichigo despised during sex. He was taking back for himself. Moving away from the bad things and embracing the goodness, he listens too Shuhei's voice moaning his name. "I like him saying my name. Only him." Ichigo's hands are willingly running up and down the strong back supporting him. Ichigo's mouth is kissing and sucking the neck, arching up for more of his lips. Ichigo is returning the precious touches and wanting... "More Shuhei."

"Ichigo..." Hisagi lifts his body, the pulsating squeezing of Ichigo's warm and wet passage is wonderful. He could be with him over and over and never tire of the snug dark place that is drawing him to plunge deeper. "Put your legs over my arms and hold onto me."

Ichigo obeys, not out of obligation or force but by choice. His legs slide over those strong comforting arms and he holds on tightly as Shuhei takes his weight. "AH!" He immediately feels the cock slide in deeper, hitting a place that makes him convulse in pleasure. "I'm gonna-"

Hisagi tugs at Ichigo's shoulders, his momentum making the quivering around him and the sucking feeling all the more blissful. It's too much, and feels too good for Hisagi to hold back. "Yeah..." Ichigo's neck arches up for him to take a hold of with his mouth.

"Hn!" Ichigo curls his back, coming fast with a loud moan, his cock erupting with a twitch. Hisagi soon after, clinging to Ichigo with his head drooping forward. In the afterglow Ichigo's body is slowly lowered to the bed to lie on his back.

Shuhei waits, catching his breath, for their bodies to relax, then eases out of him. Giving Ichigo a reassuring smile he lays next to him. "We need to leave soon." Hisagi whispers, his thoughts filled with traveling to Roma. "I don't want to be late, and take a chance of not getting the antidote."

"I have a request."

"Sure."

"Hold me for five minutes?" Ichigo shuts his eyes brimming with embarrassment. "I know it sounds kinda stupid, but no one ever has, and I want you to be the first."

"I'd really like that, Ichigo."

~/~

The two arrived in the city-state of Roma following the directions on Kazeshini's GPS to a small villa with a locked gate and a fountain behind it.

Giving Ichigo a quick nod, Hisagi pulls up to the gate and turns the locking mechanism opening the gold gate. "You are delivered." He chuckles hiding the anxiety of watching Ichigo walk into the gateway. "I... don't want to leave him, but I think he needs to finish things with his EX." The minutes pass painfully slow with Ichigo away from his side. He wants to move. To stomp down the path and snatch his new lover from this person who is brimming with cruelty. He shouldn't go. The right thing to do is to let Ichigo make his choice, and if it doesn't include him he should accept that.

"In coming call from Kira..."

"Hello Kira." Shuhei taps his glasses not even trying to hide the sadness in his voice.

"Hisagi-san, you don't sound in high spirits."

"I haven't a reason for happiness. Ichigo-san is with that person."

"What you need is a job to take your mind off it. You are in luck I have one for you right in the city. I'll patch you through."

"No wait-" Hisagi mutters but it is too late the call rings through. "Daedalus Deliveries."

"I hope you don't mind I requested you."

Hisagi almost falls off his bike. "Ichigo?"

"Care to deliver a package to Torukia for me?" He steps past the gate, snapping his cell phone shut. "I can offer you a lifetime of free desserts."

"S-Sure." Is he asking him to leave? Is it over for them before it even starts? "What's the package?"

"Me." Ichigo grins, walking up to Hisagi.

"Are you alright? Did he hurt you? Did you get the antidote?" Hisagi's hand slides over Ichigo's smooth tan cheek.

"I'm fine. He didn't hurt me, I got the antidote, and I told him I found someone special."

"I-I see." Hisagi dips his head down slightly, brushing his lips over Ichigo's. "I might be a little late with this delivery."

Ok tadah what a long one eh? hehe^^ Reviews are love and I need love! HUGS Fuzzi

Special edit; Just replacing (G-spot with Prostate) it caused some rage my way LOL! I didn't even realize it. BTW I'm not a 'Dumb-fuck' it was just an mistake. That I wrote over a year ago before. Thanks for your understanding^^