Ah! The illustrious last chapter! This has equal parts fluff and lemon in it, so beware the citrus cocktail!
This whole thing wouldn't be here if my best friend, Celestia912(check out her GinIchi and KisIchi work!She rocks!) so I'd like to shout out to her, if ya don't mind.(I don't really care if you mind, I'm just trying to be polite^^): Love ya Cels, and here is your ToshiIchi hun!
WARNING: This chapter DOES contain male/male relations, so if you can't or do not wish to handle that then I must say you've been reading the wrong story. This is the culmination of the story, and I won't be putting in any breaks for you to skip the lemon, so read at your own risk kiddies! This is rated as it is for a reason!
After their encounter with Ukitake, the males wandered to one of the ponds within the barracks and sat beside it, speaking of things both trivial and serious. They fell into silence after a time and just enjoyed the nice afternoon weather and each other's company. Toshiro had just turned to say something of one type or another to Ichigo but sat a bit taller and took on a more serious visage when a hell butterfly fluttered their way. Ichigo looked at him and then behind himself curiously, also stiffening at the sight of the ebony swallowtail.
They waited patiently and listened to the message that was there for them. Apparently Byakuya wanted them both to come to the third warehouse in the 6th Division compound. They left immediately and made good time, finding Renji and Rangiku waiting there. The pair were smiling widely, something which turned Ichigo and Toshiro uneasy.
"Finally! Come on, we're going on a mission!" Renji said happily, something odd, and lead them through the warehouse past various doors.
"Uh… Renji, where's Byakuya? He's the one that called us," Ichigo asked lamely as they turned a corner.
A presence made itself known in front of them then in the form of Byakuya walking out of a room, tucking a small something or other back into his haori.
"I am right here, Kurosaki. Hitsugaya Taicho, Kurosaki, please enter the room."
After a glance to each person and then each other, Ichigo and Toshiro entered the dim room. Neither had been lead astray by Byakuya before, and had no real reason to think they were now. The room was slightly dark, but there was the silhouette of a few pieces of what looked like furniture strewn around the sparse space. As they took a few steps into the room cautiously that the door closed firmly behind them and the tell tale sound of a lock clicking in place could be heard. Panicked, they ran to the door but were unable to budge it. Toshiro allowed his reiatsu to rise in an attempt to blast it open, but found instead something strange happening.
Instead of blasting out the door as he'd hoped, the reiatsu would into the air, faintly visible as light blue twists. Frowning at the wayward energy, Toshiro tried again, only to have the same effect. He didn't notice Ichigo near him, focused on the twists instead. Ichigo was frowning at the door, as well as at the tendrils of reiatsu in the air. It didn't feel at all bad, rather good actually, but it was also an awkward feeling. They felt like they were latching onto him a bit; sticking to him and leaving impressions upon his energy as well. The sensation was like an overall touch, soft in that it left him tingling.
Deciding when Toshiro backed away from the door to try it himself, Ichigo let the loose control he had over his reiatsu fall away. There was an almost immediate heating in the air, like the static charge before a storm. As well as that, red and black tendrils wound about, swirling with the icy blue mingling in the air. Seeing this, Ichigo pulled back his energy, though for some reason he'd been loathe to do so. A voice came from the other side of the door when he tried the knob, and it said with a laugh,
"Not gonna work, Strawberry! And neither will using your reiatsu! Go ahead and try that! It'll probably get you somewhere, but… you'll find out!" and then there was a deep laugh, bordering on a maniacal cackle.
Ichigo was confused, very much so. He wondered what Renji, and it was obviously that pineapple headed idiot, meant when he said that. Ichigo had already tried to get rid of the door with his spiritual pressure, and it hadn't done anything. Curious, Ichigo tried releasing his reiatsu again. As before, it became visible, though almost intangible, and the red and black whirled around, but somehow never managed to eclipse the icy wisps that represented Toshiro's own force.
It was only when a sound came from behind him that Ichigo halted his bombardment of the air. He turned around quickly, and the sight made his scowl drop into a look of shock. Toshiro was across the room, leaning back against the wall. His face was drawn, and sweat was beading his brow. The energies that were in the air were gathered around him somewhat, condensed in a way that suggested that he was some sort of magnet for them. Ichigo let out a gasp of his own when he the saw the other's eyes. They were the sharpest blue green he'd ever seen, but they were glazed over in a way he was wary to contemplate. It was dangerous, for a few reasons, the least of which not being that there was no apparent escape from this room anytime soon. If Ichigo kept studying that look, then he'd soon find himself with a not so little problem that would make sure he'd need 'escape' soon after its appearance.
He made his way over cautiously, asking as he got within reaching range of the other, "Toshiro… Are you alright? What's wrong?"
The reply was not one he expected. He was suddenly yanked forward, and the next moment he was being crushed to the wall by a figure only scant inches taller than he himself. Ichigo idly cursed the damn growth spurt that had taken over Toshiro's frame in so short a time.
That train of thought was cast aside as he refocused his attention on the white haired being holding him by his shoulders. Toshiro's voice was rougher than Ichigo expected; heavier, like he'd just been running.
"Ichigo!" And then Ichigo was being kissed. It wasn't anything gentle and soft either, but hard and not something too pleasant. Well it was like that for all of two seconds before Toshiro let loose his own reiatsu. The energy seemed to both cut swathes through Ichigo's and simultaneously pull it closer, cloaking the two in a black, red, and silver blue mass. It touched Ichigo's skin in smooth movements, and each pulled a startled sound from him.
As far as the reiatsu was touching his skin, it also had another effect. There was a heat to the coils, both burning hot and cold and it seemed to put deeper pressure wherever it touched. The force was deep and went far past skin and muscle. It hit his nerves directly, lighting them up. He hadn't even noticed the ever closing distance between Toshiro and himself until their lips touched again. At that point, during that second kiss, their energies locked together, triggering the both of them to groan out their approval.
Hands wound tightly into his hair and pulled him closer, and he threaded his through white locks in reply. There was a tentative lick at Ichigo's lips and soon they were locked in a battle for dominance. It was short lived as a leg knitted in between his own and pushed just as pressure bore down on his own energy and skin from Toshiro.
With his opportunity given, Toshio took to exploring the strawberry's mouth. He coaxed Ichigo's tongue to dance with his own and alternated between grinding a leg at the apex of Ichigo's own and applying pressure on him with his reiatsu.
It was all too much. Ichigo was a teenaged boy, and they weren't really known for their stamina as it was. Add in the pure push of energy against his own, and Ichigo came undone. He released with a cry, head tilting back with a dull thunk against the wall. He shivered in aftershocks at the strange sticky feeling of his pants now, bound as they were to his skin by Toshiro still pushed hard against him.
After that, Ichigo didn't really come back to himself in a wholly conscious way. It was as though there was a haze over his mind, leading him into a realm of solely feeling. Toshiro was still supporting him against the wall, and was for the most part still. His head was lolled back on his shoulders, eyes shut tightly. He breathed heavily for a long moment appearing as though he were trying to get a grip on himself, and once he had accomplished that, he continued his assault, though now more languidly than before. Ichigo watched as icy eyes cracked open, met his, and then closed once more.
They kissed for a long while until, with a gasp from Ichigo, Toshiro pulled his sleeves aside to bare his neck, latching onto the tan skin. Using the loosened cloth as a guide, Toshiro pulled back from Ichigo, and then released the top so that it could be pushed fully away from the orangette's shoulders. He moved backwards then, pulling Ichigo with him by his waist. Ichigo stumbled forward in his haste to follow, and they eventually crossed the space and fell onto the bed. Ichigo promptly found himself flipped over, with Toshiro crouched over in such a way as to make his path to Ichigo's chest from his neck. He peppered Ichigo with butterfly kisses and scorching marks both until, at last, he clamped down on a hardened nipple.
The young Visored let out a moan and threaded his hands tightly into Toshiro's hair, gasping out his name in a needy plea. It seemed that even without he himself knowing what he wanted, Toshiro knew. He moved to the sibling of the now red bud, toying with it with his fingers to cause a litany of breathy sighs and breathes of his name to cross his love's lips. Finally, able to bear the sweet torture no longer, Toshiro shifted once more down Ichigo's body in a trail of long and lingering licks.
At the sight of it, Toshiro plunged his tongue into Ichigo's navel, gazing upwards as he did so. Ichigo looked back at him with eyes blazing a melted caramel color in their lust. His hand tugged from its place in Toshiro's hair, yanking him up for another kiss while its owner set to work getting rid of Toshiro's own top.
Sensing his newfound lover's growing impatience, Toshiro took his own place undoing the pants that separated him from all of Ichigo. As they were pressed down Ichigo's tan hips, his member finally achieved freedom, and sprung from its confinement. Throwing the coverings aside he took a look at all of Ichigo, laid out before him as he was. He was tanned all over, but at present was flushed a pleasant pink, centered especially on his cheeks and lips, which were bruised from their kissing.
Ichigo was now slightly smaller than Toshiro, but lying like this, it wasn't really noticeable. There was a much larger focus on the lean muscle cast on the long limbs and torso his eyes trailed across. Reverently, Toshiro caressed a long line down Ichigo's chest, reveling in the way he turned his head into the pillow with a breathy sigh as a nipple was pinched harshly.
The reaction to this was a murmured, "Beautiful…" and a hand came close to run down the orange dust trail going down between Ichigo's legs to settle very, very close to the organ there.
An equally quiet plea, "Pleassse… Toshiro…!" was all that was required to spur the captain into action. His grip was firm and gentle and the strokes were long and hard, setting the member to pulsing with the blood rushing in and out in waves. Ichigo cried out soundly with the movement, and couldn't the way he bucked up into the hand wrapped around him.
Looking around vaguely, Toshiro's eyes both darkened a bit more and lit up at the item sitting innocently enough on the right nightstand. Upon closer inspection it was revealed to be exactly as Toshiro had hoped, if a bit odd. The small tube was labeled simply, and when the cap was opened, a perplexing aroma wafted up. It was the scent of cherry blossoms - sakura blossoms.
Casting needless thoughts of the source of it away, he coated his fingers in the substance. Then, making sure that Ichigo's mind was otherwise distracted by his skilled hand, Toshiro slipped a finger back to trace the younger man's entrance. There was little reaction other than for brown eyes to meet Toshiro's with a small shudder. It was not an unpleasant feeling, but certainly an odd one. Slipping in and out a few times was all that occurred before Ichigo began pushing back against lightly. It was taken as a sign that he was relaxed, and another finger prodded him. The addition was the cause of a small sting, and Ichigo let it be known through a dull groan, but it was nothing in the face of the pleasure meeting him from all other points as their reiatsu tangled and wound together.
They continued their fairly slow rhythm for a time, until without much warning, Ichigo arched in a painful looking way, but moaned long and hard. Smiling quickly, Toshiro repeated his actions and got a similar reaction as before. Soon after a third finger was brought into play and the only sounds were the approving noises Ichigo gave up.
As his tether reached its end, Toshiro removed himself from Ichigo's body and kissed away the pathetic whine that told him Ichigo's feelings about the change. Using the slick semi liquid from before, and kissing Ichigo while moving his hand slowly, utterly slowly on both of them, Toshiro coated himself and brought his own freed member to almost meet Ichigo's body.
Their eyes met, one set clearly teetering on the edge of losing conscious thought to the sheer lust coursing through the air while the other was also lustful, though still within reach of his faculties. They shared a languid kiss that was nothing like the rushed brush of lips they're experienced against the wall, and Toshiro pushed gently forward. The air thrummed with their passion, and dare it be said - love. There was little movement for the longest time save for the movements that brought them as close as was humanly possible and the gentle shifts and pulses of the streams of energy still visible through the air.
As they brought their kiss to an end, Ichigo turned slightly away with a hiss of discomfort. He moved in small amounts, murmuring out hotly, "'Shiro…just move!"
With a nod, Toshiro acquiesced. There was something about the way that Ichigo said his name, even (or maybe especially because) if it was a shortened version of it. Either way, it sent Toshiro straight into moving.
He started with a slow pace, doing little more than rocking into Ichigo in a barebones rhythm. As moments passed he went faster, moving in long steady motions against Ichigo, who was breathing heavily, eyes screwed shut, hands clenched tightly at Toshiro's shoulders. It was when he pushed back roughly, eyes opening to stare up at Toshiro's that the white haired male really began moving.
With a long hiss, Toshiro went faster, urged on by the legs vicegripping around his sides, pulling Ichigo closer with each deliberate thrust. They net each other with gasps and moans, and then Ichigo was arching upwards again, back bowed tightly. He then began pushing back against Toshiro more solidly, his voice coming out in strangled sounds.
They did not last long, and Toshiro could feel the building within them. With this knowledge he reached between their twisted bodies and within a caress or two Ichigo was releasing, his seed coating Toshiro's hand and both of their torsos they were so close together. His voice carried through the room and reiatsu poured off of him in loads, stringing through the spaces in between and around Toshiro caught amongst it. That was Toshiro's undoing, as it had been from the very start. The pressure was pushing on and literally into him, as he did to Ichigo, and the tight heat he was ensconced by and sheer feel of Ichigo writhing beneath him was enrapturing. He felt himself wavering within Ichigo and called his name in his own surrender to pleasure.
Afterwards they lay tightly embraced, still connected both in body and reiatsu. With a sigh, Toshiro pulled out of Ichigo and stroked his sides to soothe back the soft whine that it caused. He then pulled Ichigo against him, shifting them so that they lay on the pillows. He pulled the long since rumpled covers over them and he kissed Ichigo's sleeping brow before falling into an exhausted slumber himself.
Across the barracks a knock came to the office door of one Kuchiki Byakuya. He gave a solemn, "Enter." And in walked none other than his fukutaicho, Abarai Renji. The red haired man bowed and when he rose, the grin on his face was most apparent.
"Well the plan worked Taicho! Kurotsuchi got to try his invention on people with high reiatsu, no one got hurt, and we got Ichigo and Hitsugaya Taicho together! Just like you said!"
Byakuya nodded from where he was doing his work. He looked up after signing the report in front of him, standing to walk around his desk. When he was near, Byakuya reached for Renji's hand, and giving a small smile, barely a lift of at the corners of the mouth, said,
"Yes, just as I said. They will do well together, I believe. I hope that they were able to make use of my… gift."
Renji's smile grew and he leaned forward for a kiss, which Byakuya allowed. They stood like that for a moment before separating. It seemed that they had some reacquainting to do of their own.
Ichigo came back to himself eventually and found himself still lying in Toshiro's arms. He looked up to Toshiro as he drew his hand through Ichigo's hair, earning a smile from the orangette.
"I remember you wouldn't talk to me for almost a week after that first time. I had to force you to face things, and me."
Toshiro had the sense to blush lightly and it gave him a rosy look as he grumbled, "Well I lost control. I was mortified…"
Ichigo smiled and replied, "Well we both did. How could we not? Mayuri's thing pulled our reiatsu out and made it tangible," his tone turned slightly smug, "Who knew just my spiritual pressure could get you so riled up."
Toshiro blushed brightly at that and Ichigo continued when no reply came, "And you couldn't look Byakuya in the eye for so long! I hope you eventually thanked him!"
That was the final straw for Toshiro, whose face turned an interesting shade, "We still use the same kind of lube don't we! I hate how he knows we love it!"
Chuckling, Ichigo sat up to put his arms around his pouting boyfriend and kiss him gently. As they broke apart he whispered softly, "I'm glad he knows. Means he cares in his own stick up the ass way…"
Suddenly a deep voice said calmly from behind them, "I do not have anything shoved up my ass, thank you. That is my husband."
Speak of the devil… Both males startled and looked up at Byakuya, who although not smiling, had a quirk to his lips and a small twinkle to his eye. His husband was, of course, glaring at him from behind, his face as red as his hair.
They smiled at him as he sat down, and for the rest of the day they were able to relax. They all eventually retired for the night and the next day, whenever someone visited either home, they were met with the gentle, though unseasonal scent of cherry blossoms.
And thus ends my first lemon including one shot, as well as my first ToshiIchi piece. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing and sharing it! R&R, if you would, and I'd be quite happy!May even need to write more, if asked to!
I do most slash pairings in Bleach, though I do fewer straight ones, I'll do most any besides IchiRuki or IchiHime (I honesty just can't stand those two pairings...)