AN: Okay, so I know I promised shorter update gaps, and this is shorter, but I was kinda freaking out about putting this chapter in because this WHOLE chapter is my first lemon scene. I was terrified to put it up here, because I'm afraid I did a awful job with it(despite what a certain NekoYami911 says about it). So, to get over my freak out, I'm putting up TWO, count em, TWO chapters today.

So if you wanna skip the lemon, all I can say is read the first paragraph of this chapter, then move on to the next chapter.

And again, thank you everyone for commenting, favoriting, and following this silly story, and I encourage you to continue to do this, oh and if you have any questions you REALLY want answered about this story, or you want to request that I write another story, or you want to give advice on how I can improve, you can always message me instead of commenting, because I can promise I'll get back to messages fast. So enjoy, and be semi-gentle with the reviews, but don't be afraid to be honest with me.

And now... WARNING: THIS CHAPTER DOES CONTAIN LEMON, IT'S ACTUALLY PRETTY MUCH THE WHOLE CHAPTER. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, OR DON'T WANT TO READ IT, THEN DON'T. I'M NOT PUTTING ANY BREAKS IN BECAUSE AFTER THE FIRST PARAGRAPH THINGS GET HEATED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK OR ENJOYMENT.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, and I doubt I will any time soon.

Beta'd by the wonderous NekoYami911


Chapter 7

Ichigo felt himself shudder slightly as a warm breath ghosted teasingly over his lips. His back was pressed against one of the walls of his apartment. Just under a month had passed since Gin had first kissed him. After that, the teen had taken and passed his finals, and graduated. He had gotten a job at a local café as a waiter, and his silver haired companion helped out at Urahara Shoten whenever Renji wasn't around. Apparently he also had another job, which he refused to tell Ichigo about, but he didn't really complain since their combined salary had gotten them the little two bedroom apartment. Earlier that day they had brought in all of Ichigo's belongings, along with a box that was supposedly Gin's stuff, something that the orange haired teen wasn't allowed to see. And of course the man had distracted the hormonal time bomb from his argument that he deserved to know what the silver haired man had brought into the place very easily.

Gin pushed away from the wall where he had his brown eyed boyfriend pinned and grinned in response to the glare he had earned. "Time for bed, Ichigo," he said.

"If it's time for bed then I need a good night kiss," the teen responded.

Gin's grin widened. "An' if I don't give ya a kiss?" he asked.

Ichigo looked up at the taller male. "Then I'll have to take it by force."

Suddenly there were hands braced against the wall on either side of the orangettes shoulders, and the blue eyed man had leaned down to look at the younger male. "Well we can't allow you an' your teenage hormones ta take the wheel. Things might get outta control," he said, closing the distance between their lips.

Ichigo's arms instantly went around his shoulders while his fingers laced through silver hair as the kiss deepened. Their tongues warred for dominance. Gin's body suddenly pressed against the teen's, not allowing for much movement. He felt hands trailing down his chest to his hips, where slim fingers grabbed a hold of him and pulled their bodies even closer so that they could both feel the bulge in the others jeans. Ichigo slowly freed his fingers and moved his hands to grab the edge of the black jacket his boyfriend wore, pushing at it, trying to get rid of the material keeping him from touching the others skin.

Gin let go of the other's hips simply to help him discard the jacket, all the while never breaking the kiss. Apparently not wanting to waste any more time, Ichigo's hands moved down his chest to grip the edge of his shirt. With a smile tugging at his lips, the silver haired man pulled out of the kiss, planting kissed along his boyfriend's jawbone and neck, letting out a soft purr of encouragement as his own fingers tugged playfully on the edge of the orangettes shirt.

Ichigo's grip on the shirt tightened and he started to pull the fabric up tentatively while he tilted his head up and back to allow Gin easier access to his neck. The mouth against his skin was suddenly gone, and seconds later his shirt was being discarded to the floor. The black shirt his companion wore soon followed it. Their lips collided again as he was once again pinned between the wall and the taller male.

The eldest of the two pulled back and looked at the flustered Visored in front of him with a small smile. He leaned forward and whispered, "Bedroom." An uncertain look crossed Ichigo's face for a moment and Gin let out a small sigh and ground his hips against his young lover's once. He watched as brown eyes widened and Ichigo let out a small groan. A triumphant smile crossed the silver haired man's face as he repeated, "Bedroom."

Once in his room, Ichigo was unceremoniously thrown onto his bed. Seconds later Gin was on top of him, his hands on either side of his head. Before the orange haired teen had a chance to react to the new position, a soft mouth was pressed against his, and he very quickly lost himself in the kiss, hands grabbing the others bare shoulders, appreciating the muscles there. His mind didn't really register much until hips ground against his, creating pleasurable friction.

Gin smiled a little when Ichigo responded, moving his hips tentatively. But the fox was done with foreplay, and he moved one hand down to start undoing the other male's pants. To keep his soon to be lover distracted, to keep him from chickening out, he broke the kiss and moved down to the tan neck, now tinted a charming pink. After taking a moment to find the pulse point, he bit down and sucked, appreciating the low moan his action earned him.

Before Ichigo even realized it, Gin had managed to discard his grey jeans, leaving him in just his boxers. He shifted a little bit uncomfortably, his hazy and scattered brain just now realizing what he was about to do. "G-Gin?" he asked shakily.

Gin detached himself from the teen's neck and raised his head, blue eyes meeting brown. "What is it, Ichigo?" he asked softly. He watched as his boyfriend met his gaze for a moment then looked away nervously. The silver haired man nodded to himself in understanding and lifted one hand to turn Ichigo's face back to him. "If you want me to stop, just tell me, and I will," he breathed, the accent absent from his voice in that moment. After a long few seconds the young man under him nodded, giving him permission to continue.

Gin leaned down for another kiss, slower and less lust filled than the previous ones. Eventually, though, it deepened and became very much like their last lip lock. Eventually, Ichigo's fingers fumbled to undo Gin's black jeans. When they were finally unbuttoned and unzipped, the silver haired Shinigami discarded them, boxers now the only thing keeping the two from complete nudity. By this point both Gin's and Ichigo's erections had become rather painful, so the fox wasted no more time pulling their boxers off and tossing them to the floor. "I don't suppose ya unpacked lotion or anythin' like that," he stated as he admired the tan, muscular body laid out before him.

Ichigo shifted uncomfortably under the icy blue stare as he shook his head no. He felt very, very exposed under that mesmerizing gaze. He wanted to squirm away and put his clothes back on, or crawl under the covers and hide, or- his thoughts were scattered in seconds when a hand took hold of his weeping erection and started to pump it torturously slow. He tried to move his hips, to make Gin move his hand faster, but a knee pressed on his hip, holding it still while the fingers of his free hand pressed to the teen's lips. "Suck," the man above him commanded as he started moving his hand a little faster.

Ichigo obeyed with a quiet groan, trying to keep sounds to a minimum as he swirled his tongue around the other man's fingers. He heard a soft 'tsk' from his companion and opened his eyes in time to see a wicked grin spread across the other's features. It was an unnerving kind of grin that practically screamed "DEVIOUS PLOT" in big bold letters. "No sounds?" Gin asked, his voice taking on a seductive and taunting tone. "That simply won't do." With that he let go of the teen and pulled his fingers free. The orangette watched warily as Gin trailed his hands down his thighs to his knees, pushing his legs apart, trying not to shudder at the sensation. Gin hands left a tingling sensation where ever they had been. His wariness grew as his companion let his face hover over the awaiting erection, that grin on his face taking a seductive appearance as he repositioned himself.

After a short pause, Gin leaned down and licked up Ichigo's length before taking the tip in his mouth, giving one long suck. The action pulled a moan of pleasure from the teen. 'That's better,' he thought while one of his wet fingers traced his partner's entrance teasingly. He took in more of Ichigo's length, giving another long hard suck as he slid one finger inside the tight space.

Ichigo moaned in both pleasure and discomfort as his back arched, and Gin pulled back away from the member, moving up to eye level and kissing the teen as he slid a second finger in, prompting another loud moan. He shushed his lover as he started moving his fingers in and out until the discomfort had left the teens face. His fingers brushed against the bundle of nerves that was the younger man's prostate, pulling a strangled cry from the form below him as dull nails dug into his back. With a triumphant smile, he added a third finger, making sure to brush them across Ichigo's sweet spot as he moved them in and out.

Deciding that Ichigo was ready, Gin removed his fingers. He spit in his hand and started coating his own neglected erection in saliva. When he was done he positioned himself so that the tip of his cock brushed against the teen's entrance. He paused and looked up, his shining blue eyes meeting hazy, half gone eyes questioningly. After a moment, the young Visored nodded, giving him permission to continue. Gin advanced forward slowly, giving the other time to adjust to the new sensation. He heard a small whimper of pain and discomfort, but he didn't look at the orangette's face, knowing that he would feel guilty for causing the expression that was surely on his love's face.

When he was finally fully sheathed, he leaned down and drew Ichigo into a long kiss that lasted as long as it took for the tight muscles around him to slowly relax. When Gin finally broke the kiss, the younger looked at him and said quietly, probably to keep any nervousness or discomfort out of his voice, "You can move now, Gin."

With a small nod, Gin started to move his hips slowly. The orange haired teen had his eyes closed, his face scrunched up and his fingers biting into the older man's shoulders. Gin watched Ichigo's expression as he pulled out almost completely, watched the confused frown cross his features. He took hold of the tan, boney hips, changed the angle slightly, and thrust in quickly, hitting the sweet spot within dead on. A cry of pleasure sounded from under him as his lover's back arched and his toes curled. Very much appreciating the reaction, the taller male repeated the motion, just managing to keep himself from thrusting in and out of the tight heat as fast and hard as he could.

After a few more of those movements, Ichigo managed to gasp out in a hoarse voice, "Gin… speed up." With a wide smile, Gin happily obliged, moving faster, being careful to hit that sweet spot every time, which never failed to pull a moan or cry of pleasure from Ichigo, some of them wordless noises, others words that tended to contain either the silver haired man's name, or a curse. At some point, long legs had wrapped around Gin's waist, and both men were moving in tandem with each other as pants and moans echoed around the room.

Ichigo's neglected erection throbbed painfully. As he started to loosen his hold on his partner's shoulders to reach for it, long fingers grasped his length, pulling a small gasp of surprise from him. Seconds later Gin was pumping it in time to their movements. The orangette's grip on the other's shoulders tightened as he panted out, "G-Gin… I-I'm g-going to..." Before he could get the last words out, his lover pulled out completely and then thrust back in hard. It sent the writhing body under him over the edge with one last cry of pleasure. The elder of the two quickly followed him as he felt the muscles around him tighten. The experience left them both breathless and more than a little tired. When Gin came back to himself somewhat, he pulled out of Ichigo and rolled off of him to lie on the bed next to him. Without further ado, both men fell asleep, their bodies pressed against each other.


AN: Well, there you have it. I still feel like it was horrible and it took many hours of contemplation before I put this chapter up. Thank you for reading, and please let me know what you think, whether through messaging me, or through comments. Tell me if anything can be improved, And I'll talk to you all in the next chapter.