Ichigo loved Sosuke so much that he wouldn't hear of being parted from him. Many times over the course of the years, Sosuke would be cradling Ichigo on his lap in the room called 'The Throne room' for the great white chair placed high above like a real throne, and in the middle of affectionately sliding fingers through Ichigo's bright orange hair, would look at him with sudden sadness in his brown eyes.

"Ichigo, you won't ever leave me, will you?"

Ichigo felt fear lance through him, striking something deep inside. His eyes filled as he tilted his head up to regard the God-like man. "You wouldn't send me away, would you?" he couldn't keep the quaver of alarm from his voice.

Sosuke absently stroked his cheek, a sudden smile breaking out like the sun in Ichigo's cloudy world. "Of course not. I wouldn't dream of ever parting from you..." Sosuke's lips were warm. Fuller, as an adult's should be, on Ichigo's small ones. He had before learned that kisses such as these weren't inappropriate things, but merely to show affection. To show love. So, Ichigo bearing this thought in mind, curled his small arm about Sosuke's neck and attempted to kiss him back as fervently, hoping, believing that further proof of his affection would chase away the darkness in his father's eyes.

(*~*)

It was always sad to see Sosuke go after only a short visit. But, Ichigo knew when his father was gone, Grimmy stopped being so tense and wouldn't look at him with those scary eyes anymore. The eyes that came with rough groping and fights that ended with Ichigo trapped in the cage of the blue-haired man's arms.

More often than not, Ichigo would feel Grimm's intense stare lingering on his mouth, traveling slowly almost languorously down his narrow chest to the black sash of his hakama. One hand would slide down, thick, blunt-tipped fingers trailing outward over the expanse of the white fabric. Ichigo would feel heat spreading throughout his insides, a weight would settle like a stone in his belly.

It was in these strange moments when Ichigo most longed for Grimm's booming tones to dispel the sudden silence that dulled his thoughts and aroused such queer sensations in his growing body; that the teal-haired wouldn't speak.

Only when Kyorra came to remind Ichigo of his previously set mealtime and of the steaming food awaiting his consumption in the dining hall; would Grimmy stir.

To whisper, "you'll be mine."

Released now, Ichigo would walk to Kyorra's waiting form beneath the archway, confusion brimming in his soul. Mine. that was silly! 'Cause Ichigo was already his and Kyorra's and Sosuke's...

But something in him-the part of him that still felt excited and another more indefinable feeling from the look in Grimm's eyes, told him that it wasn't the same. Just as the pressure of Grimmy's fingertips didn't quite fade from his skin. ..

(*~*)

After gaining sustenance-what Kyorra termed the simple action of lunch. He took Ichigo to the bathhouse. Ichigo could see even though Kyorra's expression was the same of impassive detachment, he was angered. The hand with dark nails dug harshly into Ichigo's shoulder, steering him into the farthest room in the complex labyrinth of natural pools.

There, Kyorra stripped himself, revealing a slender physique that never failed to take Ichigo's breath away. In the semi-dimness of the natural rock and glittery pool of translucent water, his skin glowed like marble. It was only when Kyorra's firm hands took a hold of Ichigo's kimono did he realize then that he had been staring.

Moist air brushed feather light against Ichigo's exposed skin, Kyorra's touch had always been precise, never wasteful like others. But now his fingertips ghosted along Ichigo's collarbone, dropping to his chest, trailing circles around the tiny nipples. Ichigo gasped as the sharpness of the nails scraped the sensitive skin but was ashamed as he wanted to ask for more. His sash was tugged free, the hakama pooled about his feet. Kyorra's poison green eyes stared down into his own amber ones, their intensity drawing him further into the irradiant depths.

Ichigo was surprised to find his lips gently touching Kyorra's.

The man barely responded, barely even moved as Ichigo pulled away when he thought it was enough. "I love you," he sincerely said with all the fierce emotion a child of ten could possibly feel. Kyorra said nothing in return, only clasped Ichigo's cheek in a manner quite unlike Grimmy's rough caress or Sosuke's gentle touches. Yet it still filled little Ichigo with all same feelings of heaviness and heat that confused him so.

After another moment that stretched into an eternity in his mind; Kyorra stepped away, removing his hand from Ichigo's face. He missed it when it was no longer there, but followed into the water wondering only for a second why the male part of him had swelled to almost painful rigidity in the space of a few minutes.

~To be continued~

AN: *felt very perverted writing this chapter* XD so little Ichi's growing up and yeah Ichi's parents will have cameos later on as well as when he was taken. ...It is kind of like incest, huh? I mean Ichigo isn't related to Aizen by blood, but just the fact that Aizen was raising him as his son...

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