Chapter 6-

By the time Byakuya had caught up to Ichigo he was already sparring with a member of the 11th squad.

He's gotten faster.

"Ichigo" Byakuya called and immediately cursed his stupidity.

How could I call him by his given name!

Perhaps it is because you acted on impulse?

Senbonzakura!

It is quiet refreshing master.

Senbonzakura you are not helping.

The swords reply was only a snicker at his master's frustration.

"What did you call me?" Ichigo's voice was suddenly behind Byakuya and when the noble turned he rubbed noses with the teen, and yet Ichigo didn't move.

It took all of Byakuya's will power not to blush at the teen's closeness. And he could not back away if he didn't want to seem suspicious, so he stood his ground. But Kami how easily it would be to give in to the shivers and blush that wanted to overtake his being.

"I called you by your name, Kurosaki. What else would I call you?" His icy voice used trying to cover his mistake.

"You lie Byakuya Kuchiki, that is not what you called me. You didn't call me Kurosaki, but Ichigo."

"I do believe you should get yourself checked by Unohanna. Because not only are your ears seem to be misleading you but you seem to think you can get away with accusing me of being a liar."

"ICHIGO!" Ikakku yelled, swinging his sword. Ichigo blocked just in time and made a swift turn countering the swing. The two of them jumped away and resumed their spar, both forgetting the captain.

At least these imbeciles have some use.

For hours he sat there watching, mainly Ichigo, the fight. Byakuya watched as Ichigo fought, he had lost a bit of form from not fighting in so long, but his drive and passion were still in place. The teen's muscles rippled under his skin, sweat glistening on his perfect body. His hair stuck to his forehead with a mix of blood and sweat, his breath coming in huffs or long strokes depending on what move he would make with his sword.

And the longer Byakuya watched the more of a 'problem' he would have. His own breath becoming slightly shorter, he licked his lips unconsciously, his eyes never once leaving Ichigo.

Ikakku managed to rip off Ichigo's kimono with a stab and slash to his shoulder, blood trickling from the wound. Byakuya's arousal twitched at the sight and he now had a full hard on from watching Ichigo.

I didn't know you were into those types of things Master.

Senbonzakura! I am not!

It's fine Master because no one else's opinion matters.

"Kurosaki, we are leaving!"

Byakuya's tone left no room for debate as he took off towards his office at top shunpo, knowing Ichigo was behind him. Byakuya thought better than to have Ichigo bleeding in his office and they stopped at the 4th division to have Ichigo's wounds tended. While one of the 4th division was taking care of Ichigo, Byakuya excused himself.

"Kurosaki, wait for me in the front of the Fourth. I have to take care of needs."

"Alright, just hurry up with your piss, I'm hungry."

Byakuya rushed to the restroom and after checking no one else was there he locked the door. His hakama painfully tight and the slightest movement either causing pain or pleasure. He leaned against one of the walls and untied his obi so his pants could fall to the floor and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Slowly he wrapped his hand around his length and hissed at the action. He pumped his hand up and down slowly, flashes of Ichigo in the earlier spar causing his breath to hitch. He thought of the teen's muscles and his sweat covered body, he imagined that same body moving over his. He recalled how close they had been earlier, Ichigo's breath, with the slight hint of mint, gently caressing Byakuya's face. His lips so close yet so far, Byakuya could see himself closing the distance and capturing those full lips with his.

At the thoughts Byakuya moved his hand faster pulling a groan from himself. He thought of Ichigo's lips moving slowly over his body, teasing him, calling his name softly. He could almost hear the teen's voice whispering words in his ear.

Byakuya was now pumping his member hard and fast, he could feel his own muscles tightening in his abdomen as he was nearing completion. He imagined the one moving his hand over his arousal was Ichigo, and that he was whispering and nipping at his ear.

Byakuya released into his hand, biting his lower lip staying quiet so no one would hear. He always was a quiet lover, even with Hisana he wouldn't make a sound even when finding pleasure in being the giver. But now he wonders what it would feel like inside Ichigo, to be enveloped by the teen.

My god, what has that boy done to me? I feel like a teenager again.

Byakuya quickly cleaned his mess and fixed his hakama, leaving the restroom to go find the very person he had been fantasizing about. After Byakuya collected Ichigo he headed to his office to do paperwork.

That too ended up a total disaster. The entire time Byakuya had been doing his paper work, Ichigo had been staring intensely at his.

How can he stay so still and calm? Ichigo thought as he watched Byakuya work.

He always looked so unreal to me. Always calm even when he could be on the verge of death. How? Why? Why would he choose to be that way? Didn't Yoruichi say he wasn't always like that? How was he before, I wonder. I can't imagine him any other way.

Would you want him any other way?

What do you mean Zangetsu? Why would I want him at all? I might want to spar with him again, he doesn't even waste one movement.

Have you never thought of him as your's Ichigo?

As mine? I don't own anyone.

Zangetsu sighed within Ichigo's inner world.

"The boy really has no clue. The time is nearing and it is going to be a problem if he doesn't pick a mate. Byakuya is showing interest and from what Shiro explained instinct takes a subconscious role in this. Byakuya is picking Ichigo as his mate from what Senbonzakura told me. Well I guess I can take a different approach to this."

Zangetsu appeared in a building inside the inner world, and walked through the building. He dug through Ichigo's memories and subconscience until he found what he was looking for and brought the item with him out into the main dwelling of the inner world.

"This should get him into gear."

'AH...Ichigo!' At Byakuya's voice Ichigo jumped, surprised. He had been watching the noble the entire time and not a sound had been uttered from him.

'More... please. Oh god give me more...Ichigo!' Again Byakuya's voice rung out breathless and hot. But this time Ichigo noticed it was in his own mind.

What the hell?

'Ichigo! please... stop t-teasing me!' This time an image of Byakuya under Ichigo, holding onto his shoulders. Byakuya's nails dragging across Ichigo's bare back as he begged Ichigo for more.

"Um, Byakuya can we go? I'm hungry and tired."

'HARDER!' Ichigo jumped from his chair that time and moved to the door. He had to leave the room, he couldn't stand to sit there and stare at the noble any longer.

"Yes, let us take our leave." He heard Byakuya rise from his chair and move towards the door. As he passed Ichigo, they brushed shoulders igniting Ichigo's flesh and a groan left his lips.

"Is your shoulder still hurting? I will have one of the servants take a look at it later. Come along." Byakuya's voice was impassive as ever.

What the hell is wrong with me? This is BYAKUYA! I don't need to be thinking of him like that.

But haven't you had dreams of him before, Ichigo? Zangetsu asked, seemingly innocent.

Damn, this is bad.

AN: Soooooo, I don't know how you all will react to Bya's little bathroom detour... But I don't write this stuff, it writes itself so blame the story!

This was a short chapter and I apologize, the next one is a bit longer. Stuff is about to start hitting the fan people, but not where all the action lies. so be prepared!

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