Warning: This chapter does contain mature themes, which in this case is swearing, and man touching? If you don't like please don't read.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, or related characters and themes. This story is purely fan fiction
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Ichigo sighed rubbing his forehead as he walked into the office, his head was still throbbing and his body ached, but two days off work was more then he could afford at this moment. He had Tousen's gallery to finish, plus two gallery openings this week that he had to attend. Not to mention the stack of papers that cluttered his desk that were from; piece he had to appraise in time for an auction, and several authentications.
"I take it from the fact that you've got bags under your eyes that you're still not better," Rukia said as Ichigo sat down and sighed.
"It's just a cold, I'll be fine," Ichigo muttered and grimaced as light bounced off something on his desk and flashed in his eyes. "Did Ishida get here yet?"
"Uh huh," Rukia said. "He's talking to Byakuya about something," She said flipping over a sheet of paper and sighed.
"What is it?" Ichigo asked opening a letter.
"I think you should go home," Rukia said. "Another day in bed wouldn't kill ya,"
"But I'd loose major clients," Ichigo said. "At the end of the month I can take my vacation and go visit my sisters," He said.
"You're working to hard, you've been the first one here, and the last one to leave for the past seven month Ichigo, you've got no life," Rukia said.
"I had enough of a life to put in a shitty relationship," Ichigo muttered.
"That's not the point," Rukia crossed her arms. "When was the last time you came to get a drink with me and Ishida? Or meet up with Chad or Orihime?" She raised an eyebrow.
"I need the money," Ichigo said.
"What for?" Rukia asked.
"Something," Ichigo said.
Rukia rolled her eyes. "You're going to die a hermit I swear to god Ichigo." She grumbled as the door to Byakuya's office opened and Ishida came out.
"Thank god you're here," Ishida said and Ichigo looked up at him. " I've got a client who decided that he didn't like the color of paint on the walls in his gallery and wants me to repaint them," Ishida said setting his file on Ichigo's desk.
"What's the problem? Just repaint the walls," Ichigo said.
"The gallery opening is in two days, and I can't get painters in until tomorrow night, and the paint won't dry that fast," Ishida said.
"Then you'd better start painting now," Ichigo said. "That's all I can tell ya, I've had to repaint galleries on my own before," Ichigo said rubbing the back of his neck.
"Are you kidding?" Ishida asked.
"Ask Rukia," Ichigo said.
"He still had paint stuck in his hair on opening night," Rukia said with a sigh.
"You've gotta help me," Ishida pleaded. "Come on Ichigo, you know this guy anyways, maybe you could get him to change his mind about the color or something, I don't have time to repaint the gallery,"
Ichigo took the file from Ishida who sighed with relief. "You owe me," Ichigo said opening the file. "Ulquiorra," Ichigo muttered and Rukia looked at him.
"The creep from high school you were crazy for?" Rukia asked.
"He wasn't a creep Rukia," Ichigo said.
"He was pale as a ghost and wore make-up. Not to mention the way he dressed," Rukia said.
Ichigo sighed. "And some of the guys you've dated haven't been creeps?" Ichigo asked and Rukia blushed. "I thought so," He said standing slowly. "Come on, let's go," He said to Ishida who followed him down to Ulquiorra's gallery and turned on the lights.
"Everything was all set up and he came at noon to tell me that the wall color was way to dark and it would take away from his pieces, but I think it looks just fine," Ishida said.
Ichigo looked around at the many metal sculptures, then at the dark blue walls and frowned.
"You think it's to dark too don't you?" Ishida asked.
"Yea," Ichigo said.
"What the hell am I supposed to do?" Ishida asked.
Ichigo opened the file and picked up the paint cards from the file and flipped through them quickly. "Well first you're gonna run to the paint store and get enough of this color to paint the entire room, then you're gonna get some old clothes to wear, and we're gonna paint the room tonight,"
"You're kidding right?" Ishida asked.
"No," Ichigo said.
"This ridiculous," Ishida said and stormed out of the rooms cursing about crazy artists.
Ichigo sighed leaning against one of the pillars and crossed his arms over his chest. 'Ulquiorra's arts gotten really good since I've seen it last....' He thought.
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Ichigo fixed his fitted black shirt, and folded the collar down and sighed.
"You look fine," Rukia said brushing her hair behind her ears. "You don't even look sick," She added. "Come on, they party isn't gonna wait," She sang wrapping her arms around Ichigo's and pulled him from the office to Ulquiorra's gallery where people had already gathered, the paint on the walls was now a light blue color, and had been approved, to Ishida's relief. Rukia took two drinks from a tray that a waiter held as he walked past, and she handed one to Ichigo. "Bottom's up," She said and he shook his head, but took a drink.
"Why are you hanging on me?" Ichigo asked as Rukia pulled him towards the crowd in the center of the room.
"Because we're both dateless, so we're enjoying the party together," Rukia said. "Duh,"
"But I'm gay," Ichigo said.
"Slight technicality," Rukia said as she came up to her brother and Ulquiorra. "Hello, it's a pleasure to see you again Ulquiorra, it's been ages," Rukia said and Ulquiorra looked down at her.
"Yes, nice to see you as well Rukia," Ulquiorra replied and looked at Ichigo. "You look well Ichigo," he added.
"Thanks, so do you," Ichigo said. "Congratulations on the success by the way, you're metal work is impressive as always," Ichigo smiled and took a drink, cursing Rukia for making him come over and talk.
"Thank you," Ulquiorra said. "I heard that you've been designing a gallery for Kaname Tousen which is going to open at the end of the month,"
"Yes," Ichigo said. "You should come by and see if you're not to busy," Ichigo said. 'Say you can't make it... say you can't make it' He thought.
"I'd love to, I'm a fan of Kaname's work," Ulquiorra said and Ichigo smiled again.
"I look forward to you coming then," Ichigo said.
"Excuse me for a moment, Ichigo do you mind?" Byakuya said and Ichigo looked at him.
"Sure," Ichigo said, letting Byakuya take him by the elbow away from Rukia and Ulquiorra to the hall outside the gallery. "What is it?" Ichigo asked blushing.
"I just wanted to thank you for working to get the opening back on track," Byakuya said stepping towards Ichigo who stepped back agianst the wall.
"It's just part of the job," Ichigo said looking down at Byakuya's chest that was covered in a dark blue silk shirt.
"You've always gone above and beyond when it comes to your work here, and I have a great respect for that," Byakuya said putting a hand up against the wall next to Ichigo's head. "I'm attracted to hard workers," He said and Ichigo looked up, and Byakuya's lips crashed down onto his.
Ichigo struggled against the kiss for a few moments, before giving in and kissing back, wrapping his arms around Byakuya's neck, knowing at this rate he'd be waking up in the morning with Byakuya laying next to him.
Byakuya's hand roamed down Ichigo's side, his fingers slipping into the top of Ichigo's pants, and Ichigo squirmed and pulled his lip away from Byakuya's.
"W-what the hell are you doing?" Ichigo breathed as Byakuya's fingers moved in circles on his hip.
"What does it look like Ichigo?" Byakuya said huskily and Ichigo blushed.
"B-but the gallery opening," Ichigo said and bit his lip as Byakuya's hand slipped further into his pants. "W-what if someone come into the h-hall," He reached out and pressed his hand against Byakuya's chest.
"Would you prefer to go some where more private?" Byakuya asked.
"Y- N-no," Ichigo said.
"Make up your mind," Byakuya said groping Ichigo's half erection. Ichigo moaned and covered his mouth.
"A-alright, a-anywhere but here," Ichigo whispered and Byakuya grinned and pulled his hand from Ichigo's pants and Ichigo groaned at the lost fiction.
"Let's go," Byakuya said leading Ichigo from the building to his car, and they got in. Byakuya's right hand left the steering wheel and moved to Ichigo's pants groping Ichigo's groin. Ichigo moaned rolling his hips against Byakuya's hand, and Byakuya chuckled. "Should I pull over?" He asked.
"N-no," Ichigo said.
Byakuya grinned and stepped on the accelerator as he hit the highway, his hand slipping into Ichigo's pants and he started pumping Ichigo's cock. Ichigo bit his bottom lip and moaned pushing his head back against the headrest. "You're rather lewd I must say Ichigo," Byakuya said.
Ichigo looked at him but his eyes shut tightly as Byakuya gripped the tip of his cock and he cried out. "L-let go," He said.
"You can't cum yet," Byakuya said pulling into a long driveway.
"H-hurts," Ichigo managed gritting his teeth as Byakuya pulled his hand away.
"You'll forget about it soon enough," Byakuya said pulling into the garage.
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Ichigo woke laying on his stomach with his arm hanging off the edge of a bed that most definitely didn't belong to him. He sighed heavily and reached up rubbing his face, the bed smelled like Byakuya. Ichigo forced himself to sit up on his knees, the sheets falling off his bare body and grimaced at the pain in his hips. 'What the fuck man? Byakuya nearly ripped me in half last night.... I'm flexible but I've got a limit.... Shit' Ichigo closed his eyes and sighed again reaching down and put his hand on his stomach.
Byakuya rolled over next to Ichigo, and opened his eyes. "Are you alright?" He asked.
"It's not like I'm a virgin," Ichigo muttered.
"Felt like you were," Byakuya said and Ichigo blushed.
"Where's your shower?" He asked and Byakuya pointed to a door. Ichigo got up slowly and went into the bathroom and closed the door and turned the shower on and stepped in and winced looking down to see hand shaped bruises on his hips. 'Fucking shit,' Ichigo thought. 'What the hell is with you Byakuya?' He massaged the bruises slowly.
He forced himself fro the warmth of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist and walked back into the bedroom, Byakuya was standing in the door way, talking to a woman.
"Who's in there with you Byakuya? We aren't even divorced yet and you're bringing home whores already," The woman's voice sent a shiver down Ichigo's spine.
Byakuya remained calm thought. "It's none of your concern Hisane, if you'd like to start seeing other people feel free, this marriage isn't coming back, so stop trying," Byakuya said.
"You smug bastard," Hisane said pushing Byakuya back and walked into the room, and stared at Ichigo. "A fucking man! You came home and fucked a man in my bed!" She lunged at Ichigo and Byakuya grabbed the small woman by her waist. "You fag! You stole my husband from me!" She screamed as Byakuya literally tossed her into the hall and shut the door.
Ichigo stared at him. "You're wife is insane," Ichigo muttered pulling his clothes that had been discarded around the room back on slowly.
"Don't worry about her," Byakuya said walking over behind Ichigo, and wrapped his arms around Ichigo's waist.
"Byakuya.... I don't think I could be in a relationship with you while you're still living with your wife," Ichigo said looking down. "I don't need the drama that comes with it,"
"Then I'll wait," Byakuya said, but leaned down and pressed his lips against Ichigo's still damp neck. Ichigo closed his eyes and sighed heavily.
"I just got out of a bad relationship Byakuya, I don't need this, it was a mistake," Ichigo said pulling out of Byakuya's arms and grabbed his belt from the floor.
"So you're willing to just throw the chance out the window?" Byakuya asked and Ichigo sighed.
"You're the one who started this whole thing," Ichigo said. "I didn't start groping you now did I?" He growled. Byakuya's face didn't change and Ichigo looked away. "I don't have time for this, I've got to get t work, I actually have stuff to do," He said and opened the door.
"How are you going to get there? I drove you, you're car's still in the parking lot at the gallery," Byakuya said following him down the hall.
"I'll call a cab," Ichigo said.
"Don't be stupid," Byakuya grabbed Ichigo's wrist, and spun him. "Why won't you be with me really? I am better then the other men you've been with," Byakuya said.
"You're still like them," Ichigo said. "You'd never look at me twice if I didn't stroke you fucking ego," He stared at Byakuya's chest. "I bend over backwards for guys like you, and end up as nothing more then a thing to make them feel better when they have bad day. You're only after me because your marriage is over,"
"You don't realize what you can do to people do you?" Byakuya asked and Ichigo looked up at him. "When you were still in high school, the first time Rukia ever invited you over, I couldn't keep my eyes off you,"
"Shut up," Ichigo said quietly.
"When I saw you with other guys I got jealous," Byakuya said.
"Shut up," Ichigo said again.
"I only got married when I thought I didn't have a chance," Byakuya said.
"Stop," Ichigo said.
"Then you came to work for me and all the feelings rushed back," Byakuya said.
"Shut up! Just stop it okay!?" Ichigo pulled himself from Byakuya's hold. "I can't love you, I'm sorry, find someone else," He said holding his bruised wrist against his chest. "I'm sorry if I ruined your life or what ever else I did to you....," Ichigo gritted his teeth and ran out the front door and down the long driveway before Byakuya even reacted, he didn't really know where the hell he was going, but it was away from Byakuya.
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It took Ichigo three hours worth of bus riding to get back to his apartment. He changed into his work clothes, then remembered he had to go to Tousen's today.
Ichigo grabbed his things for work and took the bus to the gallery, noticing Byakuya's Corvette in it's usual spot. He went inside only long enough to grab what he needed, ignoring the concerned looks from Rukia, glad she didn't say anything to him, then went to his car and tried to get it to start, it took three times before the engine sputtered to life. Ichigo rubbed his face and drove off.
He rang the doorbell of the front door of Tousen's castle like house, and waited until Aizen opened the front door.
"I apologize for being late," Ichigo said.
"It's alright, I heard you've been sick," Aizen said.
" I'm fine now," Ichigo said slipping his shoes off.
"Tousen is in his workshop," Aizen said. Ichigo nodded and walked up the stairs, he knew the way through the maze hallways by heart now, and within a few minutes he was in front of the door. He just opened the doors enough to slip into the room.
Tousen looked up from where he was kneeling. "I didn't think you were going to come today," Tousen said pushing himself off the floor.
"I'm sorry," Ichigo said quietly and Tousen stopped, his hand still hovering above the table. "I haven't been feeling well so it was hard for me to get up this morning," Ichigo's voice grew softer... fearful perhaps as he spoke.
"You shouldn't have come then," Tousen said.
"We have to finish the gallery this week, you'll be gone next Tuesday, to Paris," Ichigo said his chest felt really tight, it was painful.
" It's not important," Tousen said turning to face Ichigo, sensing something was wrong with the younger man. "Are you sure you're alright?"
"Y-Yes," Ichigo put his hand on his chest and grimaced. "We should really.... get to work," He said.
Tousen walked over and took Ichigo carefully by his upper arms, and the files fell from Ichigo's hands and fluttered on the floor at their feet. "You aren't well," Tousen said. Ichigo closed his eyes.
"I-I'm f-fine," Ichigo said. Tousen moved his hand against Ichigo's cheek.
"You have a fever," Tousen said. Ichigo tried not to whimper as his knees felt like they were going to give out. "You should lie down,"
Ichigo gripped Tousen's shoulder tightly and slumped forward. Tousen kept him from falling, as Ichigo lost consciousness. Tousen picked him up with ease, and carried him from the workshop and down the hall.
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*Third Person: Tousen*
Tousen laid Ichigo down in the center of his bed and knelt over him. His breathing was rapid, and his heart was beating hard against his ribs.
Tousen's brows furrowed and he walked into the hall, sure enough Aizen was standing there. "Call the doctor please," Tousen said.
"Don't you think it would be best if we just sent him to a hospital?" Aizen asked.
"The doctor," Tousen said and turned his face back towards the bedroom as he heard Ichigo turn in his bed.
"Very well," Aizen said.
Tousen went back into the bedroom, but didn't approach the bed, stood leaning against the dresser opposite, and listened to the sounds of Ichigo struggling to find comfort in his sleep. Tousen closed his eyes, letting his head hang slightly.
"The doctor will be here soon," Aizen said.
" Make sure you send her up as soon as she arrives," Tousen said.
"Very well," Aizen said and left.
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"Don't worry, he's got nothing more then a cold and exhaustion, a few good hours of sleep and some medicine, and he'll be good as new," The doctor said stepping out of Tousen's room.
Tousen nodded slowly. "Is he awake?" He asked.
"No, he fell asleep again when I was examining him I'm afraid," She said. "Young people today, then don't think they'll ever be stopped. If he doesn't recover with in the next few days, please call me again,"
"Of course," Tousen said.
"It was nice to see you again Tousen," She said placing her hand on his shoulder lightly.
"You as well Unohana," Tousen said.
"I'll show myself out," Unohana said and left. Tousen walked into his bedroom. Ichigo's breathing had calmed, but Tousen could tell it was still slightly labored, but Ichigo's heart had stopped racing. He wasn't tossing around in the bed now either. Tousen went over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of pajamas and took them over to the bed and set them down.
Tousen moved his hands carefully down Ichigo's chest, unbuttoning his shirt and slipped it off his chest. Tousen brushed his fingers over Ichigo's skin, taking in the touch, committing it to his memory. He did this slowly, undressing Ichigo from his uncomfortable work clothes, and again sliding Ichigo into the pajamas he picked from his dresser.
Ichigo stirred as Tousen slowly began to slip the sheets around him, his head was foggy and he reached out without thinking, and took Tousen's hand tightly.
"Thanks," Ichigo whispered and Tousen looked down at him. "For taking care of me," He closed his eyes again, and fell asleep.
Tousen brushed Ichigo's hair from his face, and ran his fingers over Ichigo's lips once, before pulling himself away, and leaving the room. He was so lost in thought, that he didn't even notice Aizen standing in the hallway.
Tousen went into his workshop and closed the door. He went over to the table and picked up his tools, and walked over to the statue and began working on it. Remembering the feel of Ichigo's body, and slowly started carving that into the body of the winged being. Tousen inhaled slowly as he worked, wanting nothing more to return to Ichigo, to feel Ichigo's skin beneath his own, a felling Tousen had not felt in a long time.... this need to feel another so close to him, this need to be with another person.
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Tousen stepped back from the marble and leaned back against the wall. He'd been working all night, it was now nearing noon and he had not stopped. Tousen had no desire to stop working, something he had not felt for a long time.
"Tousen,"
"What is it Aizen?" Tousen said pulling from his thoughts.
"Are you going to take lunch?" Aizen asked.
"I'll be down in a few minutes," Tousen said.
".... Very well," Aizen said.
"Is he awake yet?" Tousen asked.
"Yes, I served him already, he's sitting in the living room, resting while he eats," Aizen said.
"Thank you," Tousen said.
"Of course," Aizen said.
' How do I.... approach you now Ichigo?' Tousen thought closing his eyes, loosing himself in thought once more. Aizen walked from the room, knowing that Tousen had nothing left to say to him.
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Ichigo was embarrassed. It's not like he made it a habit to pass out on clients or anything, so he didn't really know how to react to the whole situation of actually doing so. He had called Rukia, and told her he needed a few days off for sickness again, but he'd be back in time to finish the gallery, and attend the gallery opening for the other artist. Rukia had protested, saying not to do anything until he was completely well.
Ichigo now sat, picking at the food that was on the tray in his lap, he was curled comfortably on the large fluffy couch in Tousen's living room. There was no t.v. and not really much to look at in the room, but there was music playing softly from the other room where Aizen was working, and it was making Ichigo tired, and he fought the urge to fall asleep on the bed like couch.
Ichigo yawned and leaned his head forward and sighed heavily.
"Are you feeling any better?" Tousen asked, walking into the room.
"Yes, much thank you," Ichigo said blushing. Tousen set his food on the glass table as he sat at Ichigo's feet, which grazed his hip. Ichigo pulled his feet away slowly and looked down at his food.
"I'm glad," Tousen said. "If you would like, I can have Gin prepare a room for you to stay the night in, and he'll drive you to get fresh clothes from your home in the morning," Tousen said.
"Thank you," Ichigo said. "I'm sorry for imposing on you so much," He said.
"I enjoy having you around," Tousen said and Ichigo blushed looking at Tousen. "I have not really had any one around besides Gin and Aizen for a long while now, it is nice,"
"It's nice to.... be able to get to know you as well," Ichigo said and Tousen smiled.
"May I ask a favor of you Ichigo?" Tousen asked.
"Anything," Ichigo said a little breathlessly.
"Would you model for me?" Tousen asked and Ichigo blushed.
"Y-yes," Ichigo said.
"I am glad," Tousen said looking down for a moment, then looked at Ichigo, who felt like Tousen had already exposed Ichigo to himself. Ichigo closed his eyes and looked away from the searing gaze.
"Can I ask why though?" Ichigo asked.
"I have found something in you, that I want to capture," Tousen said and Ichigo blushed again.
" I can't really see why," Ichigo muttered and Tousen looked at him. "I'm nothing special,"
"Do you really think you are worth so little?" Tousen asked.
"I just seem to get in people's way," Ichigo said. "Mess with them,"
" I don't see it that way," Tousen said.
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Ichigo felt nervous, Gin was standing in the doorway as he picked out a few outfits to pack. Tousen had asked Ichigo to spend a few nights at his home, that way they could finish the work on the gallery, and so Ichigo could model for Tousen.
It didn't help him any that Gin wouldn't stop staring at the nape of his neck with his large grin plastered to his face like some serial killer.
Ichigo folded his shirts and stuffed them into his bag that was set on the edge of his bed.
"Yer place is kinda what I thought it'd be," Gin said and Ichigo looked at him. "Ya got paintin's an' all kinda's art stuff all over the place," Gin said his eyes catching the edge of a silver case that stuck out slightly from under Ichigo's bed.
"None of them are more then reproductions," Ichigo said watching as Gin bent down and pulled the case from under the bed.
"Wha's this?" Gin asked.
"Nothing," Ichigo said, hoping Gin would put it back with out him asking.
Gin however, didn't. He flipped over the case's clasp and opened it. "These are nice," Gin said. "You like to use pastels?" Gin asked.
"It doesn't matter, I never actually use them" Ichigo said reaching out for the case.
"It looks like you do," Gin said. "They're nearly gone," He said moving the case out of Ichigo's reach. "Where's ya pictures?"
"I'm not an artist, they aren't even mine," Ichigo lied. "They belong to my ex and he hasn't come to get them yet, so just put it down, it's a rather expensive set," Ichigo said.
Gin chuckled and closed the case and set it on the bed. "Ya really don' paint or nothin'?" Gin asked.
"No, I really don't," Ichigo said pulling the zipper of his bag closed quickly.
"I thought you would, cos ya like art so much," Gin said.
"Like I said, I'm not an artist," Ichigo said lifting his bag over his shoulder.
"Need ta get anythin' else?" Gin asked.
"No," Ichigo said.
"Alrigh' le's go," Gin pulled his keys from his coat pocket and walked from the apartment. Ichigo followed, turning the lights out, then locking the door. "I'll drop ya off at yer work, and be by to pick you up at ten," Gin said as they got into the car.
"Yea," Ichigo said.
"Glad ya understand," Gin said starting the car, and drove Ichigo the fifteen minutes to Seireitei Gallery in silence, well almost, Gin hummed along to the radio that was playing lowly. "See ya soon kiddo," Gin said waving at Ichigo from the rolled down window as Ichigo walked into the front of the gallery.
Ichigo got into the office and Rukia looked at him. "You finally look better," Rukia said happily. "Glad you took those few days off?"
"I'm not really sure yet," Ichigo mumbled shuffling through his desk. "Where's my file on the Hisagi's gallery?" Ichigo asked.
"Byakuya handed it over to Ishida," Rukia said.
"Why?" Ichigo asked. "That's my gallery opening damnit," Ichigo growled.
"Byakuya said you've had to much work stacked on you, so he took a few of your things and handed them off to people who aren't as swamped," Rukia said.
"Fuck," Ichigo said slowly. "He took the National Art Gallery authentications from me," Ichigo gritted his teeth. "I've been working my ass off on those fucking things for the past three months,"
"Did something happen between you and my brother Ichigo?" Rukia asked and he looked at her.
"No," Ichigo said shuffling through his work to figure out which jobs he still had, knowing that this month's pay would come up a few thousand dollars shorter then he would've liked now that Byakuya had taken so many jobs.
"Are you sure? He said that he drove you home after you started feeling sick at the opening, but didn't really say more then that. What did he wanna talk to you about anyways?" Rukia asked
"Work, that's all he ever talks about when I see him," Ichigo said closing his eyes trying to push the images from his rough night with Byakuya from his mind.
"Alright," Rukia said. "You'd tell me if something happened right?" Rukia asked.
"Of course," Ichigo said.
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"There's no need to be nervous," Tousen said.
Ichigo shifted again, holding the robe tighter around his still damp body. "W-well that's not really true," Ichigo muttered.
"We can take our time, there is no need to rush into this," Tousen said. "Please, sit," Tousen motioned to the raised platform in the corner of his workshop. "Just relax. We can start when you're ready,"
Ichigo walked over and sat on the platform, thankful that it was more comfortable then it looked. It reminded Ichigo some what of a large cushion, there was a black satin sheet over it, that Ichigo slid on as he tried to get comfortable.
"How has the gallery preparations been coming?" Tousen asked turning his back to Ichigo as he worked on the statue, of which the winged form was still rather vague, where as Ichigo thought the other form, the one laying towards the bottom of the statue was laying on what looked like a piece of cloth that curved around up around both slightly.
"We can begin moving the pieces in tomorrow morning," Ichigo said. "And we can open the night before your flight. If you'd like,"
"Good," Tousen said.
Ichigo watched Tousen's hands moved over the winged form's side and felt himself blush and looked down.
For a long while, the only sound was that of Tousen working, pieces of marble hitting the floor, metal on stone, it was rather rhythmic, some what soothing to Ichigo, who found himself relaxing finally. He swallowed, "I'm ready," He said and Tousen looked at him.
"Very well," Tousen set his tools down on his table and walked over to Ichigo. "Just relax, I'm going to move you until you're laying the way I need," He said leaning over Ichigo, making him lean back.
Ichigo closed his eyes as Tousen ran his hands over Ichigo's side, making his waist curve slightly.
"You're still tense," Tousen said.
Ichigo swallowed. "I'm sorry," He said and exhaled slowly. Tousen remained still for a moment, then ran his hands up Ichigo's arm, laying it above Ichigo's head. Ichigo sighed relaxing against Tousen's touch finally. Tousen's hands were rough, but at the same time extremely gentle and soothing.
"That's better," Tousen said brushing the robe off Ichigo's torso slowly. He leaned closer reaching down and making Ichigo bend his right knee over his left leg slightly.
Ichigo bit his bottom lip to keep from shivering, but Tousen caught the slight movement.
"Are you alright?" Tousen asked.
"Y-yes," Ichigo said and tired not to arch his back as Tousen's fingers ran down it's center.
"I'm sorry if this is uncomfortable for you," Tousen said.
"It's not," Ichigo said and Tousen looked down at him.
"Stay still," Tousen said quietly.
"Okay," Ichigo whispered.
Tousen began moving his hands slowly over Ichigo's body, feeling every curve, every line of his slight muscle, the slenderness of his neck. The smooth skin of his legs.
Ichigo closed his eyes and swallowed before letting his mouth fall open and sigh.
Tousen stopped his hands at Ichigo's jawline, looking down at Ichigo's face, feeling Ichigo's skin growing warmer beneath his fingertips. Tousen's heart beat faster, as he moved his fingers over Ichigo's cheeks, to the corner's of his eyes. Ichigo's eyes fluttered closed and he let Tousen run his fingers over them. Tousen ran his fingers back down Ichigo's cheeks, and over Ichigo's lips; they were very soft, smooth, full and perfect of Ichigo's face. Tousen realized that Ichigo's lips were also moist, like Ichigo had licked them mere seconds before he had touched them.
Tousen shifted and leaned down, and pressed his lips against Ichigo's.
Ichigo moaned against Tousen's lips, leaning his head back into the cushion. It took a few minutes before reality found his clouded mind and his body started to react. Ichigo reached up and put a hand on side of Tousen's neck, he wasn't sure if he was trying to push the older man away or pull him closer.
Tousen's tongue ran carefully across Ichigo's bottom lip, making Ichigo moan and open his mouth slowly and let Tousen's tongue explore his mouth, before he moved his tongue to brush against Tousen's, making the older man groan softly and run a hand down Ichigo's side to his hip. Tousen moved onto the cushion laying next to Ichigo who pressed his bare body against Tousen's, giving the blind man a sensation he had not felt in a long time. He tightened his grip possessively on Ichigo's hip, and moved his lips across Ichigo's jaw, making Ichigo lean his head back, and his mouth fall open slightly. Tousen placed soft kisses down Ichigo's neck, then sucked where Ichigo's shoulder and neck meet.
Ichigo moaned letting his eyes roll back in his head. He'd never been touched so sensually before, even the first time he had ever made love with Ulquiorra had not been anything like this. Tousen's hands touched him genteelly and Ichigo tried not to writhe, knowing the movement would cause him to pull away from Tousen's body.
Tousen ran his hand over Ichigo's thigh, to his groin and wrapped his fingers over Ichigo's erection that had hit against Tousen's still clothed stomach. Ichigo moaned and his breath hitched in Tousen's ear as the blind man sat up over Ichigo, rubbing him slowly with graceful fingers.
Tousen pressed his lips against Ichigo's, slipping his tongue back into the sweet mouth. He felt Ichigo start to tremble, and his slender fingers catch the fabric of the black satin sheet above his head.
"T-Tousen," Ichigo moaned rocking his hips up into Tousen's hand. Tousen sucked lightly on Ichigo's chest, taking a soft pale nipple between his lips and ran his tongue over it. Ichigo arched his back, pressing his feet into the cushion, his toes curling in the sheets as he released into Tousen's waiting hand. Ichigo's cry was soft, and sent a shiver through Tousen's body, but he stayed calm and stood slowly, walking over to his work table, and grabbed a towel, and cleaned the creamy white liquid from his hand. Listening to Ichigo's breathing, still panting, ringing in his ear. For the first time in his life, Tousen wished he could, if only for a moment, just to know what Ichigo's face looked like when he was in ecstasy.
Ichigo finally started to lower from his natural high, and sank back into the cushion and sheets. He didn't open his eyes though, he was tired.... He curled up pulling the sheet around him and fell asleep.
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End of Chapter 4
Finally, I finished, and I'm pleased, oh so very pleased with this chapter. It's got everything a good fan fic needs.... Well I know you'd probably be happy if I just posted the last part, I know I would. Tousen seemed like the kinda person who would go really slowly, be really really sensual so I decided to go with the flow and this is what I got. Nice right? I hope so.... I just realized, Byakuya's a total ass hole in this chapter... Sorry if you're a fan of Byakuya you'll have to read one of my two ByakuyaxIchigo fics to get more... cause what you got between them is all that there is gonna be, sorry.
So, I've got some more stuff to work on, like what's gonna happen when Tousen goes to Paris! What's our poor uke Ichigo to do? Oh the drama!
Anyways, thanks for reading, please review and comment.
ConstantSnow