Author's Note: I'm sorry for how long it took for this chapter... but my grandmother passed away recently and I wasn't in the mood to do much of anything. So please... forgive me.

Chapter Four:

Ichigo's eyes widened slightly. "Wha..."

Hitsugaya instantly pulled his hands away, closing his eyes and struggling to regain control.

"Toushiro..." Ichigo reached out to him.

"Don't... I... I don't want to hurt you. I need... to regain control of myself."

Reaching over again, Ichigo cupped Toushiro's face in his hand, ignoring the cold. "Look at me."

Toushiro turned his gaze up toward Ichigo, a sad look in their depths.

"Stop hiding from me, Toushiro. Stop being afraid. I won't hurt you," he murmured.

"I'm not afraid of you hurting me, Kurosaki. I'm afraid of hurting you," Hitsugaya whispered in an almost broken voice. It was always like this. After using his bankai, his body temperture was always ice cold.

"Come here." Without letting the other get a chance to move away, Ichigo pulled Toushiro into his lap, wrapping his arms around him.

"Don't!" the genius cried out, fearful, even as he attempted to struggle.

"Stop," a low growl was heard. "I'm not letting you go. You're not hurting me." Yeah, he was cold as hell, but that was nothing... compared to what he'd been through.

Toushiro froze, turning fearful eyes toward Ichigo. "It's not always so bad. I have better control in Soul Society," he whispered.

"Learn to control it here. Focus Toushiro. Do exactly what you do there."

"It's harder here. Too many things make me lose control. Make me want to... stop being in control," Toushiro whispered to him, opening himself up to him.

Tilting his head up, Ichigo brushed hair out of his face before lowering his lips to his, kissing him with a dire need.

Toushiro couldn't help but gasp. Never before had he felt such a fire in a single kiss. Even Hyorinmaru seemed surprised. The constant chill faded beneath the onslaught of passion from Ichigo's kiss.

Taking this chance, Ichigo slipped his tongue in, letting out a low possessive growl. Toushiro was his. All his... He teased Toushiro's tongue with his own, hearing the other whimper in surprise.

Toushiro didn't know what he should do. A part of him wanted to run away at the new emotions and feelings that seemed to tear through his whole being. But the other part of him wanted to press closer and continue to learn even more. "Mmmm," he whimpered, even as slender arms wrapped around Ichigo's shoulders and clung to him for dear life.

Ichigo continued to stroke the other's cool tongue, feeling it warm up slowly. "mm..." he moaned softly, arms around Toushiro's waist.

Hitsugaya couldn't help put try to get even closer, enjoying the feel of body against body, feeling a warmth sweep through his body, even as his tongue began to shyly caress and tangle with Ichigo's.

Running his hands up and down the tensai's body, Ichigo continued to kiss him hungrily, groans mixing in with the soft whimpers the other was making.

There was an obvious reaction this time. Toushiro's body seemed to tighten just below his pant line, making his clothes rather uncomfortable.

Breaking the kiss, Ichigo's lips traveled down to his neck again, sucking on the spot that gave the other a reaction last time.

Toushiro cried out, arching up into Ichigo.

Just then did Ichigo realized how this was affecting the other. "Toushiro..." he murmured hotly in his ear, nipping it softly.

The white haired man panted softly, his body beginning to tremble faintly. He pressed closer, wanting to be with him, wanting to feel Ichigo against him. He didn't know what was happening. All he knew was it was very nice.

Kissing his neck again, Ichigo's hands traveled lower, until they gently cupped his lover's ass. He then gently rocked against him, letting him feel his erection as well.

Toushiro whimpered, a gasp causing him to pull away for some much needed air, which he couldn't get with his face so close to Ichigo's. Yet this time, he didn't pull away from the hands on his ass... or the feel of that answering hardness.

"Toushiro... Is this okay?" Ichigo murmured, his lips against his neck.

Hitsugaya thought about it for a moment, before he nodded, a soft, sensual moan passing his lips when their lengths brushed against one another. "I... I'm okay... so far," he whispered.

"I want to remove your shirt, is that alright?" Ichigo asked softly, his hands already slowly un-tucking it.

Toushiro shivered slightly, even as he nodded. "Less, talk, Kurosaki. Just do. I'll stop you if I get uncomfortable."

Nodding once, Ichigo leaned over to capture the soft, cool lips again as he started to undo the buttons one by one.

Hitsugaya began to purr, even as he found himself kissing Ichigo back just as deeply, his arms seeming to cling to other.

Letting out a soft groan, Ichigo undid the last button, not bothering to slip it off the Captain as his hands started to caress the smooth chest. "You're cold all over..." he murmured in amazement.

"Yes," Toushiro's voice whispered. "But... you're heating me up."

Lowering his head, Ichigo brushed his lips all over his chest, lower and lower until they brushed against a fully erect nipple. Wrapping his lips around them, he flicked his tongue over it, sucking on it softly.

Toushiro gasped and cried out almost at the same time, his body jerking in Ichigo's arms, even as his hands fisted into the shirt the other boy was wearing.

Letting out what sounded like a low growl, Ichigo let his fingers brush over the other nipple, his teeth tugging on the one in his mouth lightly.

Hitsugaya's body shook, even as his voice once more shouted out as the touches from Ichigo seemed to continue to heat up his body more and more.

Giving the nipple one last suck, Ichigo released it, taking pride at how red it looked against Toushiro's white skin. "Stand up."

Toushiro blinked, even as he tipped his head. "Wh-why?" he stammered, his legs feeling like jelly. He was uncertain he could trust them to hold his weight.

"So we can get your pants off," Ichigo said, as if it was obvious, but knew it probably wasn't with Toushiro.

With a the brief pause, Toushiro had enough time to collect his wits. "I don't think I can stand," he admitted, his green-blue gaze meeting his,

Laughing softly, Ichigo wrapped his arms around him. "Don't get angry at this then," he said, as he picked the other up and stood with ease.

The sudden move made him gasp, even as he once more clung to Ichigo. "I don't know - if I'm ready - for everything," he whispered into the taller man's ear.

"And didn't I say, I won't do anything you're not comfortable with?

There was a small nodded from the white haired man. "Yes."

"And I won't. Now," Ichigo said, turning and heading towards the stairs. "Let's go somewhere more comfortable, ne?"

Nodding once more, Toushiro shifted in Ichigo's arms. His arms held around his neck a little more, bringing his lips up against Ichigo's ear. His small, cool tongue slipped out to trace the shell of his lobe, even as his slender legs wrapped around his waist.

Shivering slightly, Ichigo quickly moved up the stairs and into his room, closing the door behind him. Setting him down on the bed, Ichigo started to remove his clothes, starting with his shirt.

Curiosity won out over the embarrassment that seemed to creep up into Hitsugaya's mind, his cool gaze watching every movement Ichigo made. He took in every bit of flesh that the other revealed.

Removing his shirt, showing off his tanned chest, Ichigo tossed it to the floor and began working on his pants, eyes locked on Toushiro's.

Toushiro's gaze was locked on the movements of Ichigo's hands, his breathing speeding up slightly, even as he felt his hands itch to stroke the skin he could see.

Kicking his pants to the side, now only in tight boxers, Ichigo moved foreword and touched Toushiro's face with his hand. "Lay back and let me remove your pants, okay?"

Toushiro did as he was asked, even as he reached out to touch Ichigo's chest. Yet at the last second, something stopped him, and he pulled it back.

"What's wrong?" Ichigo asked, his voice soft and calm.

"I'm scared," Toushiro told him in a low, soft tone.

"Tell me why," Ichigo said, his hand still on his face.

"Because - I tend to - be too cold to some people," the captain admitted.

"I don't think you're cold. I don't think you're cold at all." Ichigo's thumb brushed over his cheek. "You're warm, just like your heart."

Toushiro blushed then, even as his hands came up and slowly came to rest on Ichigo's chest. "I - see," he whispered.

Moving closer to him, Ichigo said in a soft voice, "When I'm with you Toushiro... I can be myself. I haven't been able to be myself since my mother died."

"Really?" the shinigami asked, even as his hands shyly began to trace his hands over his body.

For the first time, Ichigo's cheeks redden slightly. "Yeah..."

Toushiro smiled, feeling a little courageous, and leaned forward, skating his lips over his neck and his hands caressed over his back. "It's the same- for me,"

Ichigo groaned softly as his hand ran though his hair gently. "Toushiro..."

Hitsugaya pulled back for a second, his green-blue gaze serious as he stared up into Ichigo's brown ones. "You better never tell anyone about this- Ichigo. Anyone!"

Ichigo blinked before bursting into laughter.

A scowl crossed over Toushiro's face. "It isn't funny!" he exclaimed.

"Yes it is!" Ichigo said, wheezing with laughter. "You actually think I would tell people about this? It's none of their damn business!"

Toushiro couldn't help but frown, pushing Ichigo away from him. "So you wouldn't want to tell anyone! Is that it!?"

Letting out a 'oof' as he hit the ground, Ichigo quickly waved his hands. "No, that's not what I meant!"

Toushiro, even though he was in nothing more than his boxers, got up onto his knees, hands on his hips in an indignant manner. "Is that so? Then just what did you mean?" he asked hotly.

"Do you really think I would tell them what you told me, Toushiro? If you wanted them to know, you would tell them. It's not my place to do so."

"What about our relationship? Would you tell people about that?" Toushiro asked, still looking upset.

"Only if you were alright with it. I wouldn't say anything otherwise unless you wanted to as well," Ichigo said, looking up at him.

"Honestly?" the shinigami asked, even as he watched him.

"Honestly," Ichigo repeated. "You think I'm ashamed of you or something? Because I'm not."

"Well, it seemed like it, since you were laughing at what I said," Toushiro remarked, even as he sank back onto his heels.

"I'm sorry I laughed," Ichigo said, standing up. "I was only laughing because of how serious you looked and about what you said. I would never say anything to anyone unless you wanted me to."

With a huff, Toushiro sighed. "All right. I forgive you." He then looked down at his hands. "I'm sorry I pushed you."

"It's alright. I'm sorry I laughed." He pulled him into his arms.

Toushiro allowed himself to be pulled in close against Ichigo once more. "I, like this," he replied softly.

"I like it too..." Ichigo murmured, "You're cold, but it feels good."

"Am I too cold?" Toushiro asked, even as he closed his eyes, allowing the warmth from Ichigo to caress his body.

"Mmm... no. You're perfect." Ichigo ran his fingers up and down his back gently.

Hitsugaya sighed, even as he moved to once more tease Ichigo's ear.

Laying him back on the bed, Ichigo moved beside him,, his hands moving up and down his stomach.

A tremor coursed over his body. "Ichi-go," Toushiro whimpered.

Ichigo smiled slightly. "Mmm?" he murmured, his fingers brushing just above the top of his boxers.

"Kiss me?" the shorter man asked, even as he began to trail cool kisses up his throat toward his lips.

Ichigo turned Toushiro so the other was on his side facing him. "I don't know... Are you sure you can handle it?" he asked, nipping his lower lip.

A soft growl passed Toushiro's lips as Ichigo teased him. "Yes, I can handle it. So kiss me all ready!"

Ichigo laughed softly. "Hai hai, my bossy Taichou," he teased before kissing him hungrily.

Toushiro groaned deeply into Ichigo's mouth, even as he wrapped his arms around him and pressed up close against him.

Wrapping a arm around him, Ichigo stroked his tongue against the other's, sucking on his gently as his hand moved lower, cupping his ass with it.

This time, Toushiro didn't freak. In fact, he did the very opposite. His body arched up into Ichigo's, his covered arousal pressing against the taller boy, even as he groaned loudly into his mouth.

Nipping his lower lip again, Ichigo's fingers caressed the skin just above his boxers, before slowly slipping underneath, feeling cooler skin.

Toushiro cried out at the hot touch, his hips pressing closer to Ichigo's, rocking his body against the slight friction. He couldn't understand what was going on. He could tell his body was still cool, but he was burning up. He couldn't understand why.

Growling softly, Ichigo rocked back against him, his fingers moving lower, now cupping skin that was no longer covered by cloth. "Toushiro..." he groaned.

For a moment, he tensed, his body was hard, wound up tighter than it ever had been. Yet, he wanted to explore more. Blood seemed to have pooled in his lower region and cause things that had once been soft to be hard. It was amazing. He loved being so close to Ichigo, but he wasn't certain he was ready for that last step. There was much they could do... but the end of where they were going was still uncertain.

Breaking the kiss just slightly, Ichigo murmured, "Take off your boxers, Shiro."

Toushiro wanted to protest, to say he wasn't ready for such a thing, and yet, his hands were already shifting the material down over his hips and past his needy length, and down his legs.

"God... you're beautiful," Ichigo murmured as he finally saw all of his small lover, though down there... was anything but small.

Hitsugaya swallowed for a second before pulling from his stock of courage. "Now you," he replied, licking his lips in anticipation.

Standing up just enough, Ichigo slowly slid down his boxers, eyes locked on Toushiro's.

All the moisture seemed to leave Toushiro's mouth as he stared at Ichigo's body. Dear lord- if it was meant to fit inside him- Toushiro now knew that would be an impossible feat. The man was large and full. Wondering if he was as hard as he looked, his hand reached out of its own accord and caressed the velvety tip slowly.

Ichigo jerked and let out a loud groan. Fuck, he didn't expect that at all. The coldness of Toushiro's hand on his hot cock was amazing!

At the jerk and the loud sound, Toushiro pulled his hand away. "Something wrong?"

"No... god no!" Ichigo panted slightly. "Do that again..."

Green-blue eyes blinked up at him with a slight sheen of confusion. "Again?" he asked, wanting to understand Ichigo.

"Your hand..." Reaching down and taking it, he moved it to his cock again. "Touch it.."

Hitsugaya's hand had chilled a little before Ichigo had taken it. Watching as it was led to the hardened member, he once more began to caress over the firm skin.

"Oh my god..." Ichigo's breathing hitched loudly, his hand moving up to Toushiro's head to steady himself. "Oh god Shiro..." he moaned, unable to stop himself.

Toushiro tipped his head, even as he enclosed his hand over the firm cock. With his power over ice and water, he experimented caressing the length once, before letting his hand become moist and trying again. This time, it slid along the rod with ease.

Ichigo cried out. God! The coldness on his hot cock... He was ready to come right then and there... Thank god he had more control than that at least. "Shiro... baby... that feels so good..." he groaned, fingers sliding through his hair.

The younger man couldn't help but smile softly, before moving a little closer, toward the touch, even as he kissed his chest, continuing to stroke him as he teased over his body.

Looking down, Ichigo watched as the other stroked him, his lips kissing his chest. "Mmm..." he moaned, caressing Toushiro's neck lightly with his fingers.

Having listened to Matsumoto and some of the other Shinigami talking about their moments with their intimate partners, Hitsugaya found himself curious to try some things with Ichigo. The first of which could be managed with ease. So with a small smirk, he let himself slide further down, over Ichigo's stomach, until he could press a cool kiss to the tip of the member he was still stroking.

"Nnh!" Ichigo's body jerked excitedly, his fingers tightening slightly in his lover's hair. "Fuck..." he breathed, eyes wide as he watched Toushiro.

"Did I... do it right?" Toushiro asked, his face furrowed in concentration.

"Y-Yes..." Ichigo said, swallowing hard. "You're doing fine."

A smile suddenly crossed Toushiro's lips at those words, before bending back down to take the length a little more into his mouth. As he suckled a little on the tip, he began to move in time to his hand. He wasn't taking a lot, but he was taking some it into his cool mouth.

"Nnnh... Oh god..." Ichigo gasped, his free hand tangling in his sheets. "Shiro... oh god baby..." He continued to repeat the pet names he seemed to have given the other, moaning in pleasure.

Encouraged by Ichigo's sounds of pleasure, Toushiro moved to take more into his mouth, even as he teased him, the cool fingers stroking him.

Ichigo licked his lips, his breathing heavy. "Nnnh... god..." He couldn't believe how amazing it felt, the coldness against that heat.

Hitsugaya was still uncertain what exactly to do, yet having Ichigo's length in his mouth seemed to make his partner squirm, which brought a contentment to the captain that he had never felt before. Not as strongly as he was now.

Ichigo ran his fingers through the soft snowy white hair, feeling Toushiro take more into his mouth, his breathing hitching. "Ahh god... I'm so close..."

Toushiro purred around it, enjoying the touch of his hand through his hair. He swallowed, allowing him to tast some of the pre-cum off the tip.

Ichigo jerked, breathing rapidly. "Nnnh!"

Unaware of what was about to happen, he continued to suckle the hard member, his tongue flicking over the tip when he pulled back, even as he found himself moving faster with each new sound from Ichigo.

"Oh god... yes baby... yes... yes... YES!" Ichigo yelled out as he finally spilled his seed into his lover's mouth.

At the first spurt, Hitsugaya was startled, pulling away, only to get the following shots right in the face. He swallowed in surprise, finding the flavor of the stuff that had come out of Ichigo's cock to be a curious mix of bitter, salty, and sweet.

Panting, Ichigo struggled to calm down. Holy heaven, that was fucking amazing! "Toushiro..." he murmured, amazed.

"W-what just happened?" Toushiro asked, raising a hand and wiping some of the spill from his eyes so he could open them.

"T-That's what happens... when the pleasure becomes too much. You ejaculate, or cum," Ichigo explained in short pants, sitting up and looking at Toushiro, seeing how much he came on the other's face.

"Its sticky and messy," the white haired boy muttered, looking as if he wasn't pleased with it at all.

Pulling him in his lap, a small smirk on his face, Ichigo said, "I'm sorry. Let me clean you up." And slowly, he licked some of the cum off his face.

He shifted his head away. "Don't do that! It's bitter!"

"I don't think so," Ichigo said, licking his lips.

Toushiro wrinkled his nose up in a way most children did when they saw something that they disliked. "Then you're just weird."

Laughing softly, Ichigo shrugged. "Guess I am."