Title: Reconcile

By: Metamorcy

Rating: M (later scenes and curse words)

Pairing: Hichigo x Ichigo

Disclaimer: don't own Bleach

Summary: A few years have passed since the Winter War, Ichigo and Shirosaki has finally settled down but a new horror awaits them. Their son. May god be with them.

N/A: I'm BBAACCCKKKK!!

Chapter 2: Its bath time!

Ichigo sighed, opening the door to the bathroom, dressed in nothing but a white towel that was wrapped tightly around his waist. His brown pools viewed the scene before him as he closed the door behind. Shirosaki was in a large bathtub, the water filled to the middle, drenched in it and naked with a towel draped around his waist like Ichigo's. He was sitting on the base, holding Sagai in his lap while his right hand was clenching the shower head, spraying it down on the other. Shirosaki's white hair stuck to the side of his face like glue, giving him a more mature attractive appearance. Ichigo blushed, watching the droplets of liquid slick down the pale skin and hurriedly shaked his head, pushing the thoughts back. He didn't need any of that right now and especially around his son. Nearing the tub, he observed the two again before stepping in, letting out a deep sigh at the warmth. The two noticed the new presence but before anyone could say anything, the albino sprayed water over his child.

Sagai crunched up his nose, closing his eyes as the fluid came over for the second time. Once it left, he shaked his head, the orange hair flipping, sending the extra droplets, that had been collected on his ends, scattering around the area. Some hit the couple but they shrugged it off, smoothing down their spiky hair.

"Lookin' good, King." Shirosaki smirked, placing the shower head aside while the orange-haired man switched it off. He had that crazy grin of his plastered across his face, staring lustfully at his lover.

"Don't start here." Ichigo growled, grabbing the nearby shampoo container, trying to ignore the other. He squirted a dab into his palm and brought it into Sagai's hair. "Close your eyes, Sagai."

"Okay." The boy did as he was told, squeezing his eyes shut again, snickering at something. Little bubbles and suds formed in the orange hair while the fingers etched into the scalp. Shirosaki leaned back, his head against the side, and released a held breath. He raised a hand up to his chin, staring at the wall then at his boyfriend.

"Having fun?" Ichigo asked Sagai, momentarily retreating his hands back to grab the shower head.

"Yeah!" The child cheerfully replied, clapping his hands (it had become a habit of his).

"Alright, now keep your eyes shut." The water sprayed over the small head, washing away the soap. It slid out, merging into the stagnant water below, darkening its color.

Sagai made a swift movement with his head, splashing some of the contents and opened his eyes.

"Ah!"

Ichigo retreated back, dropping the handle instantly, cradling his right eye. Shirosaki jolted up from his comfortable spot, his hands going to his lover's cheeks.

"What happened? Did ya get soap in your eyes?" The albino reached for the shower head, spraying a little on the closed eye. "Here, let me." The black-nailed finger glided under the lid and eyelashes carefully, pushing the tan hands away. Sagai blinked, shifting to the side so that Daddy could get to Ichigo easily. He stared curiously at his parents, observing the actions.

"Yeah, some." Ichigo tried to rub it but the hollow didn't allow him, swatting the hand harder.

"Allow me." The tender fingers skillfully stroked the eye, spraying clean water constantly over it. "Do you think you could open it slightly to wash it out?"

"I'll try."

Sagai watched with interest, staring, and soon a small smile grew on his lips.

Shirosaki smirked. "There, alright?" The chocolate eyes gazed at him, his hands still on the face. "Now...let me kiss it better." Before Ichigo could react, he was brought forward, the cool lips on his right eye. A deep tint spread across his cheeks, jumping in the opposite direction, his back riding up against the wall.

"W-W-W-What was that for?!" Ichigo brought a hand up, covering the lower portion of his visage. "Are you asking for trouble?!"

"Nope, it was just that ya looked so cute that I couldn't resist." Shirosaki's face was close enough, their mouths almost touching.

The substitute shinigami backed further up. "Don't do that h-"

He was cut off, lips crushed by the other. Ichigo resisted the kiss before caving in, allowing the hot tongue entrance into his mouth. Closing his eyes, he wrapped his arms around the albino's neck, drawing him closer, falling into the pleasure that was biting its way through his throat. Shirosaki drifted his hands, sliding up, reaching into the silky drenched orange hair and gripped it tenderly, yanking Ichigo forward to deepen the kiss.

When the two finally stepped away for some air, they stared lustfully at each other, faces mere inches apart. Their breathes ran over the cheeks, tickling, completely unaware of the little watcher until a weak shove on Ichigo sent him sprawling forward, landing onto the hollow.

The two grunted, some of the water splashing out from the tub, surrounding the area. A giggle came from behind and more weight was added to the couple as something warm sat on them. They shifted around so they would be next to each other (though it was a little squashy) and stared up at Sagai. The boy was clapping his hands together again, squealing.

"Yay! Mommy does love Daddy!" The brown-eyed boy cheered, closing them shut.

"W-What?" Ichigo stuttered, not expecting that sort of response. "What are you talking about? Of course, Mommy loves Daddy."

"But Mommy never shows it." Sagai whined, pouting out his bottom lip, something he had learned from his father. "Mommy always pushes Daddy away."

"Ah…I see." The substitute shinigami suddenly grinned, patting Sagai's head, his mind clicking to the words. "Don't worry, I love him, it's just that sometimes he can be a…idiot." As much as he wanted to say 'a fucking bastard', he couldn't but Shirosaki promptly caught the message.

The hollow snorted, wiggling his nose at the insult. "Oh, come on, King, it's just that you always look so damn fu-"

Ichigo slammed the albino's head under water. "See."

Sagai could only stare in confusion as his father struggled to breath.

Yay, new chapter. I just had to put this here. I'm working on the other things. Any requests on what to see? Offer me and review!