Soiled Berry
Disclaimer: My name is Anemone. I hate the cold, and I do not own Bleach.
For Sly-cougar-sunshine, the totally straight sister I've always wanted, because she brightens every aspect of my day.
Chapter One: Getting Schooled
"Ichigo, wake up!"
Ichigo groaned. The stern voice of his raven haired best friend was the first thing to hit his eardrums and snapped him out of a sound slumber. It was far too early on Saturday morning, and he just wanted a few more minutes of precious sleep. He pulled the blankets higher, burying his head under the pillow.
'If I just lie here, she'll give up and go away.' Even as he thought this, he knew she wouldn't give up. Rukia was many things but she wasn't a quitter. If she wanted something, it would happen.
"Ichigo if you don't get up right now I'll drag you out of bed by your hair." She wasn't kidding either. She had done it before and he still had the sore scalp to prove it. "We have something important to do. Or did you forget about Kenpachi?"
At the mention of the wild haired man, Ichigo sat up. "Alright, fine, I'm getting up," he grumbled.
"Good," Rukia said, donning her usual sugary sweet smile.
"It's too early in the morning for the sugar queen act, don't you think?" The teen questioned, running fingers through vibrant orange locks as he pulled an outfit from his closet.
"But I've gotten pretty good at it," the raven haired girl defended. "Just get dressed. We have a lot to do today."
Ichigo nodded, heading to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
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"Are you gonna tell me what you have planned?" Ichigo asked as chocolate eyes bore into silver blues and an orange brow rose curiously.
The duo was seated in the middle of a small but crowded coffee shop. Ichigo sipped a steaming cup of coffee while Rukia nibbled a doughnut and nursed her tea.
"All you need to know is that I'm going to teach you how to please a man," Rukia said with a smirk.
Ichigo blinked in confusion. "But you're not a man. Plus, you're into chicks, so what do you know about pleasing a man?"
"I used to be into boys. But that's not the point. When we get to Byakuya-nii-sama's, everything will make sense," Rukia said. "And before you get the wrong idea, you will not be having sex with my brother."
Ichigo couldn't keep the disappointment from tugging at his features. "Then why are we going to your house?"
"Because everything we need to help make you a man is there." With that Rukia stood from her chair, grabbed Ichigo's wrist, and pulled him toward the door.
"W-wait, I wasn't finished!" The male protested.
Rukia ignored him.
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"What the hell, Rukia? There's no fuckin' way that's going anywhere near me!" Ichigo's chocolate orbs were filled with disbelief and uneasiness.
"Just stop whining and listen to me, would you Ichigo?" Rukia's tone was filled with authority and silver blues flashed.
Ichigo stopped protesting, stilling in his attempts to run away. His scowl deepened.
Rukia smiled before she held up the bright pink rubber object in her hand. "This is Kaien-."
"The fuck? Why would you name your dildo after-?"
"Isn' that the name of that karate instructor ya were crushin' on?" Shiro's voice floated to the duo from the closet.
"What the hell? Shiro, were you just gonna hide there the entire time?" Ichigo was furious.
A snicker could be heard. "Can ya blame me fer bein' curious, King?" Shortly after that question, the albino emerged from the closet, liquid golden orbs surveying the room. "Pretty nice place, Rukia."
They were currently in Rukia's bedroom in the lavish Kuchiki mansion. The room was spacious; the walls were coated in light purple, carpets plush and creamy, and the king-sized bed was decorated in light purple with several plushies tossed around.
"It looks better when it's clean." Ichigo murmured, eyes flittering to the pile of lacey lingerie on the floor.
Rukia grinned. "Sorry, Hime was too tired to clean it up."
Shiro smirked as Ichigo's cheeks turned red.
"This is nothing compared to the rest of the house. Why don't you go take a look around?" Rukia's silver blues sparkled.
Shiro's black lips pulled into a smirk. "Can't get rid of me that easily, Rukia." Golden orbs locked onto chocolate browns. "I'm still available ta teach ya, Ichigo."
"Dammit, Shiro, I told you not to purr!"
"Can't help it, King. When yer lyin' there lookin' like that… Yer jus' too appetizing." As if to emphasize his statement, the albino ran his tongue across his bottom lip, golden orbs filling with hunger.
The blush that coated Ichigo's cheeks deepened and the orange haired youth glared as the white haired boy cackled.
Rukia sighed. If Ichigo was uncomfortable then her plan would never work. "Shiro," she called, gaining the boy's attention. "You should go take a walk around the garden."
Shiro raised a brow questioningly. "Why's that?"
"Well, you like colorful fish and exotic flowers right? Byakuya-nii-sama takes great pride in his koi pond and flowerbeds."
"Alright, fine, I can take a hint. I'll check out the garden an' give King some privacy."
"Thank you Shiro. I'll admit you could teach Ichigo much better than I can, but he would never go for it." Rukia said as she pushed Shiro toward the door.
"I don' understand why. Brothers share everything, so there's nothin' wrong with a 'lil experiment."
"Shiro just shut up and go!" Ichigo groaned.
With a cackle and a wave Shiro left the room.
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Golden eyes swept over the lavish garden. Bright green grass blanketed the area. Red, yellow, purple pink and orange flowers were planted in various spots. A koi pond which was home to various colorful fish encompassed the middle of the large garden.
As Shiro watched a blue fish chase a red one, heard the sprinklers begin to water the grass, a cold voice reached his ears. "Just who do you think you are coming into my garden?"
Liquid honey golden orbs snapped up locking onto silver-violets. A cocky grin pulled at black cherry lips. 'So this is Rukia's older brother.' Those honey eyes took on a perverted gleam. He stood from his crouched position at the pond and made his way toward the black haired older male.
Byakuya blinked. "I had heard you looked alike, but I did not think you were identical."
Shiro chuckled. "So ya noticed the similarities between me an' King huh?" He stepped closer to the male, close enough that the nobleman could smell the mint on his breath, before he purred, "The name's Shiro."
Silver-violets took in the sultry smile, that seductive purr reverberating off his eardrums, and before he fully came to his senses the albino teen was in his arms.
"My name is Byakuya, but you will address me as Byakuya-sama." Soft lips pressed against rough black cherry ones. Just as he was about to pry open that minty mouth and explore, he felt a vibration against his leg.
"Dammit," Shiro cursed as he removed his cellphone from the pocket of his ripped jeans. "Why does he have ta call jus' when things are getting' good?"
Byakuya stood, silently watching the boy, and licked the lipstick away from silky lips.
Shiro's eyes held a teasing light as he held the phone to his ear. "What's the matter, Nnoitora-sama? Tesla couldn' satisfy ya?"
Nnoitora scoffed before growling, "Where is that tight little ass of yours and why the hell ain't it in my bed?"
Shiro chuckled. "I seem ta recall ya sayin' today would be spent with a certain sandy blond whiney bitch."
"He can never last as long as you do Shiro-pet. Now stop stalkin' the strawberry and get your ass over here!"
"As you wish Nnoi-sama." That seductive purr was laced with faux respect.
With a sigh, Shiro pocketed his cellphone and turned to the black haired nobleman. "Looks like we gotta cut things short before we even got a chance ta know each other." The teen turned to leave, headed toward the iron gate at the back of the garden.
"Where do you think you are going?" That cold voice demanded. Disappointment was laced in the tone.
"I got some business ta take care of," was all Shiro told him as he closed the heavy gate with a loud clang.
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"B-But there's no way that will fit in there," Ichigo tried to explain pointing at the bright pink object that Rukia had positioned at his entrance.
"Now hush Ichigo. If you're good Kaien will prepare you properly." It was amazing how, when Rukia dropped her voice an octave or two, she managed to sound like a man.
Ichigo silenced his protests but those chocolate brown orbs remained wide with disbelief.
Rukia was on her knees at the edge of her bed. Manicured fingers, coated with lube, were currently being slipped into Ichigo's entrance. Sliding the first digit in with ease, she began to coat the ring of muscle.
The feeling wasn't painful per se, just a little odd. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, releasing it in a hiss when another digit joined the first. The jingle of the bell threaded through an orange spike of hair reminded him that this "lesson" was necessary.
Without warning, Rukia pulled her slender fingers out of her best friend and slowly began to thrust the rubber head of Kaien into the tangerine teen. Once the pink object was buried completely within him, she stilled and waited for him to adjust.
"That fuckin' hurts," Ichigo growled, chocolate eyes brimming with water.
"I know," Rukia murmured. Her voice was still dropped in pitch. "Just tell me when to move."
Ichigo relaxed every muscle in his body, took several steady breaths and then whispered, "Go."
"From this point on, you will call me Kaien." Rukia commanded.
Without hesitation, Kaien pulled out almost completely and then thrust back in. Ichigo moaned when his prostate was stimulated, balling sheets into his fists and arching his back. Brown eyes fluttered closed as a rhythm was established.
It was all too easy to forget that Kaien was just a mound of rubber controlled by his raven haired best friend. In his mind, Ichigo pictured the rough hands of Kenpachi upon him, pictured the man's muscled body looming over him as he thrust deeper within him. A moan slipped through clenched teeth as dizzying pleasure swept through him.
Not giving it much thought, Ichigo's fingers released the blankets and strayed to his member. Clasping the rigid flesh, he managed to match his jerks in time with Kaien's thrusts. Again, his mind pictured the rough fingers of Kenpachi gripping his heated member, pumping him until he reached the pentacle of climax.
Ichigo began to whimper. The pleasure that was swirling through him, knotting his muscles and quickening his fingers on his organ, was almost too much to bear. Kaien's thrusts were getting more insistent, sharply hitting that collection of nerves inside him. He was losing the fight with the river of cum.
Rukia sensed that Ichigo was losing the battle. "Come, Ichi," that man-ish tone almost purred. It was melodic and Ichigo couldn't help but obey. Arching his back once more, he unleashed the semen that had been building up within his heated cock.
Kaien pulled out of Ichigo's less-tight entrance and Rukia whipped away the fluids with a nearby tissue. She tossed several to Ichigo with a command of "Get rid of that mess before you change," and made her way to the bathroom to wash away the material from Kaien's latest deed.
()
"Congratulations Ichigo," Rukia said as she emerged from the bathroom to see the orange haired boy wincing as he dressed.
"For what?" Orange brows furrowed in confusion.
"Well, you've taken the first step to manhood. After your next encounter with Kenpachi on Monday, you'll officially be a man. I couldn't be more proud."
Ichigo groaned as the raven continued to gush. His next fight with Kenpachi was only one day away, and he didn't think they would get any sword fighting in this time.
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To Be Concluded!
AN: I apologize for the update delay. College kinda took over for a bit, but now that Christmas break is here, I can get some much needed writing done!
Thanks for continuing to read this.
~Ane-chan