A/N: Chapter 2 is here! Ahaha I hope you enjoy this. Be warned: This is smut...and nothing but smut. I'm sorry...(I guess). Feel free to drop a review if you like! Also check out my profile, if you are interested in the IchigoxKisuke Universe I'm building.

Disclaimer: Still don't own anything.


Ichigo tugged Kisuke towards the bed, placing his hands on his hips he steered him, slowly lowering him on the dark silk sheets. Wetness seeped into the sheets but none of them cared. Ichigo pulled away.

"Relax, Kisuke. I will only do whatever you wish me to do." Ichigo mumbled against his lips.

The ash-blond man nodded mutely.

"A safe word Kisuke, can you think of one?"

Another nod. "…Daisy." He whispered back.

Ichigo nodded. "Trust me, Kisuke. The second this word leaves you lips I will stop. Okay?" Ichigo asked then, cupping Kisukes face in his hands and tilting it upwards.

"Yes, I know." A small smile tugged at Kisukes lips. "I've trusted you with way more before, Ichigo." He added, smile turning sardonic.

"This is different." Ichigo responded, shaking his head.

Kisuke snorted. "Guess so."

Ichigo placed another kiss on his lips. "Realx." He whispered again, pushing Kisuke to lay down on the sheets and crawling over him slowly. He placed his lips against his pulse point, feeling the vibration of life and blood underneath his tongue as he slowly licked his way downwards to Kisukes chest. Rising and falling unsteadily, breath quickening.

Ichigos hands made their way over Kisukes ribs, playing them like a pianist would – long fingered hands dipping into every curve, drawing out gasps and moans as they went. A single finger wandered from Kisukes bellybutton all the way to his chest, drawing small circles around his right nipple until Kisuke was aching for Ichigo to pinch it – to bite it – to stop this maddening slow pace.

"Patience, Kisuke." Ichigo whispered, his voice rumbling in his still clothed chest.

The other man nodded as a moan left his lips. Ichigo rewarded him by pinching his nipple tightly, tugging at it and pulling. Kisukes soft moans and mewls grew louder as he did. The ash-blond man reached out and dug his nails into Ichigos back, pulling at the meat of his shoulders. Trying desperately to pull him closer, down on top of him to get more friction. To get more of Ichigo. To feel him everywhere.

Kisuke had never before felt the need to crawl into somebody else's body and bury himself in their chest. To make his home inside of somebody's heart. And yet…and yet he felt an ache as he heard Ichigos quickening breath against his neck. As he felt the answering heartbeat beneath his fingertips. An echo of his own. The contrast between the pace of their hearts and the pace of their hands could not have been greater.

Ichigo continued his strokes down his sides. Letting go of his nipple and exploring Kisukes body with his fingertips.

Kisuke felt like an instrument; like a violin strung too tightly – ready to snap at any given moment. And Ichigo…Ichigo was like an artist drawing out the most unexpected sounds from him. Small gasps and moans that even though he was trying to hold them back, were tumbling out of his mouth.

Ichigos fingers were warm and rough, they glide and dipped into every curve of Kisukes body, tracing the muscles of his defined abdomen only to come short and stop at the dips in his hips that lead lower.

Kisuke bit his lip as Ichigos fingers teasingly brushed over his tights, then the inside of his tights all the way to his knees and back up again. He repeated this torturous circle multiple times, each time drawing closer and closer to the place that was so desperately calling for Ichigos attention. Kisukes hips were bucking by this point, desperately searching heat and friction and the feeling of those elusive fingers around him.

Ichgio leaned down and caught Kisukes gaze, an almost predatory smile spread across his lips as he lowered his head ever so slowly. He gently placed his lips against Kisukes collarbone, his teeth jutted out and bit down on the flesh before him. And just like that a new pace was set. Ichigo sucked and licked and bit along Kisukes neck and jaw and collarbone.

His own heavier breathing mixing in with the airy moans still spilling from Kisukes kiss swollen lips. Ever so slowly his mouth wandered lower, over his nipples once again as he sucked and licked at them; dark brown eyes capturing Kisueks delightful responses to the ministrations.

With even more vigor he attacked Kisueks stomach, gliding his tongue lower and lower, following the paths his fingers had created before with startling accuracy.

"Gods…please…Ichigo…" Kisuke whined as he felt the younger man's tongue ohh so near his leaking shaft, yet still evading any of Kisukes desperate thrusts for more.

"Please what Kisuke?" Ichigo mumbled, playfully biting into the flesh of his inner tight as he glanced up at the other man.

"Gods…fuck…please…Fuck…Touch me already! Suck me! Anything Ichigo…please…" Kisuke whined, hips still lifting in desperate circles.

Slowly Ichigo pulled away. A whine left Kisuke as Ichigos lips left his flesh. Faster than Kisuke had anticipated his hips were held down with bruising force and Ichigos lips were mere millimeters away from his cock. A startled yelp left him as the orange haired man took him into his mouth instantly.

The pace Ichigo set, was fast and rough. Kisuke could tell that he wouldn't last long if the other carried on like that.

"Wait…ohh fuck….Ichigo…wait….I'm close!" And just like that Ichigos mouth left him. A desperate deep moan left him as his salvia coated member was hit with the air of the room. Ichigos hand came up and clasped the base of Kisukes cock tightly. Another broken moan left Kisuke.

"Count down from 50." Ichigo said, his voice rougher and deeper than it had been before.

"W-what…?" Kisuke asked, pleasure still the only thing left on his mind.

"Count down from 50." Ichigo repeated.

"You can't be serious." Kisuke groaned. Ichigo gave a warning squeeze to Kisukes member.

"Would you like for me to make it 100? And don't mess up. If you do, you will start over from 60." He responded. His hand came up and gave a loud smack to Kisukes ass. An undignified yell escaped Kisuke at the suddenness of it. "And no more backtalking." Ichigo added lowly.

Kisuke gritted his teeth but started counting.

"50…49…48…47…46…45…" Slowly the haze of pleasure left his mind even as he was left painfully aware of his erection still tightly clasped in one of Ichigos hands. The other truly was out to torture him.

"35…34…33…32…31…" Kisukes breath had sped up again, his member was twitching in Ichigo hand, a drop of pre-come leaking out of the tip and dribbling down the side all the way onto Ichigos hand.

"28…27…26…25…" Sweat was coating Kisukes brow. He tried concentrating on the numbers.

"13…12…11...10…9…" Not much left. He could endure those last seconds. His eyes were shut tightly at this point. Numbers. Numbers.

"5…4…3…2…1." Kisuke finally rasped out, a relived breath leaving him together with the last number.

"Well done." Ichigo praised softly, only to lower his head once again seconds later and retaking his place on Kisukes shaft.

Kisuke almost screamed at the sudden surge of pleasure that stabbed through him like a white, hot iron. His mind completely went out for a few seconds, leaving in it's wake a haze a pleasure.

Ichigos mouth was gone again moments later. Kisuke would have screamed in frustration hadn't he been able to feel Ichigos hand take the place of his mouth. Calloused warm fingers, spreading over his heated flesh as Ichigo started a slow rhythm on him.

His wrists would twist into one direction or the other ever so often, thumb jutting out and smearing over Kisukes wet tip in time with the twists. It was slowly driving Kisuke crazy. His moans grew heavier and louder each time Ichigo did it. He was drawing close to orgasm once again as Ichigos fingers left him. Kisuke bit down on his lip hard in order to keep the loud whine firmly lodged in his throat.

Ichigos fingers once again clasped the base of Kisukes cock.

"From 40. Don't mess up." Ichigo told him, his face was close to Kisukes now, breath fanning over his shoulder as he spoke.

Kisuke took a deep shuddering breath and began counting.

"40…39…38…" His thundering heartbeat slowed with every number that left his lips. The desperation for release slowly drawing into the back of his mind as his focus was forced onto the mundane task of counting.

It was like meditation, the longer he was forced to count and concentrate onto another matter the calmer he could feel himself becoming. Of course, his erection still stood proud, but his mind was happily adrift in a state between concentration and ecstasy.

"3…2…1." Kisuke mumbled quietly, the numbers leaving him in a rush. Ichigo chuckled.

"So good for me. Turn over, Kisuke." Kisuke swallowed as he felt Ichigos fingers release him. He rolled onto his stomach as instructed, his arms were raised to pillow his head.

"On your hands and knees." Ichigo added gently, tapping Kisukes waist to get him into position. Kisuke raised himself up, his back already arching for Ichigo. A hand touched the hairs in his neck and slowly glide down his spine until it came to a rest on his hip.

A shuddering breath escaped Kisuke as the hand slid to his ass and took a firm hold of his cheek.

His cheeks were being slowly spread apart. Kisuke didn't even try to mask his moan as he was spread so delicately. And before he knew it warm breath was fanning over his ass.

Warmth and wetness slid over his pucker quickly, being gone a second later before it began in earnest. Broken moans and whimpers escaped Kisuke as Ichigos tongue licked and sucked at his opening. Until his tongue finally wormed its way inside and thrusted in and out – leaving Kisuke to pant like a dog in heat.

"Hahh…Ichigo…Oh shit….fuck…yes…Hahh….hahh…more…hahh…" Incoherent words and whispered were flowing form his lips without notice. Kisuke didn't even care what he was saying as long as it kept Ichigo doing what he was doing.

And then.

It was gone again.

This time Kisuke did scream.

"Shh." Ichigo whispered, his warm, clothed back was pressed against Kisukes, kisses pressed against the back of his neck even as a hand drew around to his front and once again squeezed the base of his cock.

"Your doing so well Kisuke. Come now. From 30." Ichigo whispered.

A groan left Kisuke even as he conceded and did as he was told.

"30…29…28…27…26…" This time his meditative state didn't come to him at all. It could have been because of Ichigos proximity, or maybe the fact that he could feel the salvia, cold and drying between his legs. It could be because of the heavy breaths routinely fanning over Kisukes over-heated skin.

But for some reason, concentration seemed to elude him. So, he was left grasping at the last straws of his brilliant mind to count back in order – to not mess up. Ichigos warmth was seeping into him, his scent surrounding him – drowning his mind in his own attraction to the younger man.

"…3…2…1." Kisuke bit out.

Ichigo littered his back in kisses instead of praising him, the hand on his front releasing him once again.

"Stay like this." Ichigo told him even as he pulled away and Kisuke could hear him rummaging around somewhere in the room. The bed dipped as Ichigo joined him once again.

Something cold touched his entrance and Kisuke instinctually tried to pull away his hips, Ichigo reached out and grasped them firmly, keeping him from escaping. The first lubed digit slid into Kisuke almost effortlessly.

A string of curses left Kisuke as Ichigo immediately started digging around, roughly spreading him open and sliding in a second finger. A howl left Kisuke as Ichigo scissored him, fingers sliding close to his prostate as he did.

The steady pushing and pulling of Ichigos fingers made Kisueks head spin, the rhythmical movements lulling him in and winding him up at the same time.

"Gods…fuck…please…Ichigo…fuck…fuck…" Kisuke panted out helplessly. He was hanging his head, arms shaking with the effort it took him to stay upright, his hips were moving in time with Ichigos fingers, trying to make them dig into him that little bit deeper.

A startled hiss left him as Ichigo pulled his fingers out suddenly.

Another kiss was pressed against his neck before sharp teeth dug painfully into his shoulder. Kisuke could hear his own blood rushing in his ears as Ichigos teeth broke his skin; warm hot liquid dripped down his shoulder. The black silk sheet beneath him grew darker with the crimson blood now splayed upon it.

"Delicious…" He heard a rumble against his ear. And just like that Ichigo was gone again only to reappear mere seconds later. Something blunt was now pressing against his entrance, it was cold and large – way bigger than Ichigos fingers had been.

"Prepare yourself." Ichigo said and slowly pressed – whatever it was – inside of him. A long moan left Kisuke as he was stretched. The burn accompanying the intrusion was almost too much to take. Long whimpers spilled from his lips as he gasped and rocked his hips back – impaling himself further on the object. A low chuckle reached his ears.

"My…so eager. Don't want to disappoint you now, do we?"

And Ichigo flicked the switch.

The object inside of him started to vibrate violently, brushing against his prostate relentlessly as it wiggled around inside his ass.

A long howl was ripped out of Kisukes throat.

"Fuck…fuck…Ichigo…Ichigo…I can't….Fuck…turn it off…please…tur-" That was as far as he got before another moan forced him to interrupt his own sentence.

Ichigo reached out and teasingly pulled at the vibrator he had pushed into Kisuke. It had almost slipped out in its entirety before he forcefully pushed it back inside starting off another string of curses to leave Kisukes lips.

Kisuke had no idea how long Ichigo kept him like this, pushing and pulling on the vibrator inside of Kisuke as he pleased and reveling in the sounds he could draw from the older man.

Finally, he pulled the vibrator out.

"You know the drill. From 20, Kisuke." Ichigo said, splaying one warm calloused hand over his back as he urged Kisuke to arch his back and balance himself correctly.

"20…19…18…" Kisuke whispered, the energy to beg had seemingly left him. His cock was leaking a steady stream of precome by now that didn't seem to let up in the slightest. The fluid mixed with the blood already spread around on the bedsheets.

Ichigos hand gently stroked his back and neck as he listened to Kisuke count. He pressed random kisses along Kisukes spine – breaking his own rule of not touching Kisuke in those ways as he counted down. His own breathing was matching Kisukes in heaviness as he waited for the other to finish.

"3…2….1…" Kisuke finally rasped out.

"So." Kiss. "Good." Kiss. "For." Kiss. "Me." Ichigos mouth wandered lower with every word before he gave a teasing bit to Kisukes cheek and pulling away.

Something blunter and hotter pressed against Kisukes entrance mere seconds later.

"Ready?" Ichigos raspy whisper almost didn't register in Kisukes mind. It took him a few seconds of deep shuddering breaths before he could force out an airy 'Yes.'

And just like that Ichigo pressed forward. It hurt at first, the initial stretching and burning made Kisukes mouth fall open, pants escaping him as he tried to adjust to the intrusion.

A low groan reached his ears, firing up the fire burning up in the pit of his stomach. From what he had seen it was pretty hard to get any admission to Ichigos pleasure. He enjoyed being in control – taking control. As their environment undoubtedly showed. So, this admission of carnal desires coming from Ichigo was enough to make his head spin, his responding moan being that much louder.

They set a hard and relentless pace – Ichigo set a hard and relentless pace. All Kisuke could do was hang on for dear life, thrusting his hips back in hopes of driving his own pleasure even higher. His mind was already long gone, drowned in nothing but Ichigo. In his touch. His scent. His tongue. His fingers. His movement. Ichigo was gripping Kisukes hips hard enough that Kisuke knew they would bruise, the shape of Ichigos hands imprinted upon his skin long after any warmth had vanished between them.

Ichigos breath was hot against his ear, the obscene smacking of flesh against flesh seemed to reverberate through his skull – seeping into his very bones. It was like Ichigo was leaving a stamp on him. A brand. With every thrust, every intrusion he made Kisuke lose a piece of himself and placed his own seal upon him. Filling him up. Owning him.

Kisuke knew he would never be the same after this night. He didn't know how long it went on – being kept on edge for so long had made him forget any grasp on time he had every had. When he finally tipped over it wasn't with a scream or shout but a breathy whisper of Ichigos name. his pale hands were gripping onto the sheet and headboard, desperately trying to keep himself together even as he fell apart in Ichigos arms.

Something was being whispered into his ear but Kisuke was too far gone to recognize the words as anything resembling language. All he could feel was the rushing in his head, his thundering heartbeat, the warmth of seed dripping out between his legs and the muscly body covering his back. Coherency came crashing back into him. The sounds of his heartbeat and breath slowing down and allowing him to recognize what it was that Ichigo was whispering to him.

"I got you…Kisuke…my Kisuke…I got you…Mine…My Kisuke…"

'You got me…all of me…' Was all Kisuke could think in answer.

"Are you okay?" Ichigo finally asked as he pulled back to turn Kisukes head and look into his eyes.

Kisuke nodded slowly, not trusting his voice just yet. Ichigo dropped his head back onto Kisukes shoulder.

"Sorry…" He mumbled quietly into his skin.

"Whatever for?" Kisuke eventually rasped out, clearing his voice a few times before he did.

"I didn't mean to go quite that hard on you…" Ichigo admitted, a rueful smile pulling at his lips.

"I would have been offended if you didn't." Kisuke responded.

"Would you now?" Ichigo sounded amused. His body was still spawled across Kisukes, apparently unwilling to move. Kisuke shifted slightly to give him a hint. With a sigh Ichigo withdrew and flopped down next to Kisuke.

The breath that escaped him next was almost wistful.

Kisuke raised his eyebrow at him.

"Nothing to worry about…" Ichigo said and waved him away.

Kisuke didn't look impressed, he slowly moved closer, wincing as he felt more of Ichigos seed leak out of him and soil the sheets beneath them.

"I've known you long enough…Spit it out." Kisuke answered.

Ichigo caught his gaze and didn't look away for a long time. He licked his lips nervously and redirected his gaze to the ceiling before speaking.

"I…I wanted to do more…I feel…like what has happened just now…like it will never happen again. I feel like I have lost my chance to make this something meaningful…seeing…seeing as I do not think you will want us to do this again…" Ichigo confessed, a bright blush was dusting over his ears and cheeks.

Kisuke looked surprised for a moment, mouth opening and closing as he tried to form words.

"You…You want to…do this again?" He finally managed.

"I thought that was quite obvious…I've wanted you for a damn long time Kisuke, it's why my patience just snapped when you walked in here." Ichigo admitted, huffing a quite laugh and running a hand through his hair. "Sorry if it makes you uncomfortable. I won't bring it up again."

"It doesn't!" Kisuke quickly said.

Now it was Ichigos turn to raise his eyebrows at him. "Oh?" He asked, he slowly sat up on his elbow and looked at Kisuke – scrutinized him.

"If not…then how does it make you feel?" Ichigo asked slowly.

"Playing psychiatrist?" Kisuke asked, a nervous smile rushing over his lips.

Ichigos eyebrows only raised a little further. "No deflecting. Not right now Kisuke. Answer me." The last demand was spoken with the same underlying threat that Ichigo had shown before.

'Say.it'

Just the thought of their previous…activities…was enough to make a low burning start in Kisukes belly, the tendons of renewed arousal already forming. He swallowed it down.

"It…it makes me feel…wanted. Cherished…and…indescribably happy." He admitted, his voice was nothing more than a breath – an admission so quite his own ears almost didn't catch it.

Ichigo apparently had. He was staring at Kisuke, mouth slightly open and shuddering breaths escaping him.

"Are…are you saying…you would be…amendable to continuing…this relationship." Ichigo asked.

Kisuke was pretty sure his heart gave a stutter as the word 'relationship' left Ichigos mouth.

A breathless 'Yes.' Escaped him before he could even register it. He didn't regret it though as a pair of soft lips ascended upon his own, pulling him into a tender kiss that lasted until they were both gasping for air.

If Kisuke hadn't been sure before the brilliant smile Ichigo gifted him with was enough o seal the deal.

"Ahh I do however have one condition." Kisuke said, catching Ichigos gaze. The younger man was immediately alerted and nodded quickly.

"I'm the only one you'll ever take to this room again." Kisuke said, a small smile tugging at his own lips.

The enthusiastic 'Yes!' from Ichigo was enough to startle a laugh out of him however.