Chapter 7: In which he consummates
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Title: In which he ..
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or its characters. All belongs to Tite Kubo, unless stated otherwise.
Warnings: Sex, hand job, kissing - Adult content in general. Mystic torture. OOCness. Misuse of cherry blossoms (thanks to Renji).
General warning: M
Authors note: Let me begin with apologizing for any permanent damages this horrible thing may cause your brain. It became far longer than I had ever imagined, and for that I apologize too. With that out of the way, I have to say this has been the worst thing I have ever written, and I've written some really messed up shit in my life. You guys have no idea what I went through to write this, this .. Porn.
I may have permanently fucked up my own brain because of this, which means: This was my first time actually writing this type of stuff. I have no idea if it's any good, but I tried to keep it realistic (again, you guys can only imagine the torture I've been through to figure stuff out) and without copying from others - which to be honest, was very tempting.
There isn't really much going on beside the M-rated stuff, but I've made sure to inform you guys when the stuff start's to get really heated. So, I hope you will all enjoy, and hopefully you'll have your mind in one piece in the end.
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The day did not bring any good. At least not so far.
Ichigo awoke in horrible pain that morning, and had somehow managed not alerting anyone else during the night. It was still early when he pulled himself up from the covers since he couldn't hear anyone outside. 'What on earth is going on' he thought to himself as he took large gulps of air into his lungs.
The pain refused to subside and he couldn't pinpoint it to anywhere specific, unlike the other times he had woken up like this. At least then, he'd known that it was because of his death, now he had no idea what caused it. Everything was painful. His hands, his arms, his legs, his head, his chest. It felt like as if someone was tearing him limb for limb at the same time as they poked him with something burning.
It was pure excruciating pain, he'd never felt something like this before. Once again, he felt himself wanting a fight with Aizen, Grimmjow or Ulquiorra – even better would've been to have the three of them gang up on him. Heck, even a fight with Kenpachi or Byakuya would be better than this.
With a grunt, he got into seiza but had to take a break before pulling himself up on his legs. He could do this. If he'd survived so far, he could survive and handle this unfamiliar pain as he struggled to get dressed for the day. It would take him a tad longer to get to his office from now on since he had to live with Byakuya.
It wasn't really bad to live with the guy, it was a lot better than his former quarters, but it felt awkward and he had to live with the whole "Ichigo-sama" here too. As if it hadn't been bad enough at the Soul Palace. He grumbled to himself as he tied his hakama's with great difficulty before pulling his captain's haori on. This day was going to be horrible.
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The pain. wouldn't. stop.
Six hours into the day, and Ichigo was sure he had broken some record of how long a person could go on while being tortured, because, let's be honest – after six hours of believing your body is being torn limb by limb, it's torture. At some point, he had almost fainted, but then Kenpachi had showed up and he had ran for it.
There was no chance for him to survive a clash with that man in his current state, and he was not ashamed to say that he was hiding from him. Had this been anyone else, he could've just told them to wait or that he wasn't in the mood. However, this was Kenpachi. The man didn't understand the word "pain", "wait" or "not in the mood for fighting".
"If I may ask, captain Kuchiki," twitch "-are you done hiding in my office?"
"Uhm, captain Hitsugaya? Why are you calling Ichigo 'captain Kuchiki'?"
"Yeah yeah, I'll be going now. If you see Kenpachi, don't tell him that I was here." Ichigo completely ignored Rangiku's confused stare, and Toshiro's annoyed glare, as he got up from the couch. It took him some effort to not grit his teeth in pain and give away his condition, but in the end, he felt victorious when no one seemed to stop him.
He left the two high ranked officers of the 10th division just as Rangiku started to tease Toshiro for his slip regarding Ichigo's 'last name'. She hadn't been at the ceremony, and Ichigo would rather not talk too much about it – especially not to someone like Rangiku. Gods knew what could come out of her mouth, it was bad enough having Renji and Rukia tease him.
It took him about two minutes with shunpo before he had to stop as the pain overtook him. He felt incredibly dizzy. He stumbled on the rooftop before finally finding his balance just as searing pain shoot up his spine, and he found it hard to breathe. Ichigo knew he should probably go find Hanataro or even Isane because there was no way he could go on like this for much longer.
"Captain!" Just his luck, his third seat had found him in his worst condition.
"Is everything alright, captain?" Ichigo opened his mouth to speak but shut it quickly as another wave of pain washed over him and he was forced to his knees. Somewhere behind him, he heard Tatsufusa call out but he couldn't answer. Everything was spinning.
"Captain! Ochiai*, go find a member of the 4th squad!" (A/N: *this person is purely random as I can't seem to find any members of the 8th division but the 3rd seat)
"That won't be necessary,-"
"Of course it is, captain! You can't stand!"
"It's noth-" Ichigo couldn't finish his sentence before yet another painful wave crashed into him. What the hell was going on?! He barely managed to focus on what was going on around him, he was vaguely aware that his third seat was yelling and trying to get him to tell what was wrong, but that was about it.
For a brief second he was sure he saw pink petals and he knew he was about to faint. 'Hallucinating, well that's promising' he thought half-amused before shuddering as a familiar reiatsu carefully wrapped around him.
"Ichigo."
"Captain Kuchiki, I don't know what's wrong with captain Kuro-eh.. Kuchiki."
"I shall take him to the 4th division barracks."
Byakuya. So it hadn't been a hallucination then. Ichigo was damn sure that whenever he saw petals, that person was bound to be there, and sure enough, the captain of the 6th division had appeared not long after. Perhaps this was a part of the name bonding; he wondered what would be his telltale.
Ichigo wanted to protest when he felt himself be lifted into the other man's arms but he couldn't even collect his thoughts enough to form words in his mind, so how was he supposed to actually utter words in real?
"You can protest as much as you wish later, Ichigo – for now, I will take you to the relief station."
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Byakuya wanted to hit the two of them for their foolishness.
They had both thought that since Ichigo didn't fall over from pain the previous day, that meant that everything would be alright, even if they postponed the intimate part of the ritual. Turns out, they were wrong, so very wrong.
Ichigo were currently put under a heavy sedation so that the pain he felt didn't have to bother him while the squad members of 4th division looked for any other problems. They were all, Byakuya included, impressed by the sheer willpower the man possessed. How they had found out that he'd been going through this for almost seven hours before finally collapsing, he didn't know, but he felt slightly angry at the Prince for keeping it from him.
Startled he shook his head at his thoughts. Prince. In theory, that was what Ichigo was, but this was the first time that day he had actually thought of him like that. Ichigo would one day become the Soul King, and he was married to him. What wouldn't the elders of his clan do if they knew.
"Captain Kuchiki?"
"Yes?"
"It seems that captain Kurosak-"
"Kuchiki."
"I-I'm sorry?" Byakuya turned to face the 4th division member before looking back at the sleeping boy in the bed beside him.
"His name is no longer Kurosaki, but Kuchiki."
"O-oh. Well then. Captain Kuchiki is stable and doesn't seem to have any internal or external damages. We would like to keep him here for a few days however."
"No. I'd rather take him with me home; I can assure you that my husband will receive medical care if needed." The nurse blushed at that but gave a quick nod before darting of to somewhere. 'That was also the first time you called him yourhusband'. And it hadn't felt that uncomfortable either. Perhaps this would be easier to get used to than he had first thought.
Byakuya looked back at the boy just in time to see him wake up. Good, now he got the chance to scold the other captain for being so stupid. He hadn't noticed anything before a few minutes after Ichigo's third seat had found him, and that was six hours too late.
"Byakuya."
"Yes, Ichigo?" He found it odd that the first thing the boy said when he was waking up, was his name, but pushed it aside as he stepped closer to the bed. Byakuya had seen Ichigo in a hospital bed many times before, but the difference this time was that his body wasn't covered in bandages. Instead, he only had a wet towel on his forehead.
Ichigo took a few minutes to focus his eyes before looking around in the room until he found the tall Kuchiki. Those damn petals were all over the place, and his head hurt like hell boiled over when he tried to make them go away. Was this a side effect of being bonded to Byakuya? He'd start seeing sakura petals wherever he went?
"Captain Kuchiki, you've been given permission to take your husband with you as soon as he is fully awake."
"Thank you."
"What.. Did she just.. call me?" He still struggled with his words but at least he managed to speak. Ichigo met with Byakuya's eyes when the man turned to face him again. There was an amused glint in them that Ichigo had never seen before.
"She called you my husband."
"And just why did she do that?" Good, he was getting better at talking.
Byakuya froze for a second before reclaiming his calm posture. Right. It was time that he told Ichigo about the fact that they were not just bonded, but also married. Somehow, he had managed to avoid it yesterday since the boy had fallen asleep rather quickly after their talk. Or, his talk. Byakuya hadn't really spoken much.
"Well, you see.. It happens that the elders didn't approve of this unless we actually married. The rituals aren't that different and one can do the matrimonial ritual with the same words as the name bonding ritual, so they saw no harm –"
"I know we're married, idiot. What I was wondering was why that girl knew about it." 'He knew'.
"How did you know about it? I didn't tell you, for that I am sorry by the way, and if you'd known I would've expected you to yell at me."
"I'm not stupid, Byakuya, and I'm not deaf either. You wouldn't have given up your bloodline if it only had been a name bonding, Ichibe said so. Even if we were bonded, you could've still taken a wife or husband, or lovers or whatever. The name bonding only made us brothers-bound-by-words. Now, care to explain why she knew?"
Byakuya was baffled, which quite rarely happened.
"I might have told her that you were my husband when she came in earlier."
"I see."
"Does it make you uncomfortable to be called that?"
"I don't really care, we already told the other captains it would be like this so it doesn't really matter. I was just wondering if the rumors had spread that quickly already." His blush said otherwise. The Kuchiki clan leader didn't think Ichigo felt ashamed of being associated with the clan or even being called his husband, he did however, think that the boy was embarrassed by it.
Not in the bad way. Ichigo had been the one to accept Byakuya as his confidant, but the whole situation was new to him. To have others look at him as belonging to someone else made him feel shy and uncomfortable. He didn't know how to handle it, and that made him defensive. It made perfectly sense to the noble.
"Very well then. Do you feel well enough to leave this room?"
"I can't really feel anything so I guess so. Where are we going?"
"Home. We have some things we need to discuss."
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"What?"
"I think we should go through with it. It was clear that the pain you've felt all day is because of our neglect yesterday." Ichigo wondered if someone could be pale at the same time as they took on the color of a tomato. If so, then that would probably be how he looked like right about now.
"Do we have to?"
"We don't have to do anything, but I'd rather not have you writhing in pain every single day until you can't handle it and break."
"I'm not that weak."
"I never said you were, Ichigo, but you heard what he said. You can't talk to anyone that's not your confidant, and what was the point of all those sacrifices if you can't even talk to me about it?" Byakuya gave a heavy sigh before rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Look," he didn't want to do this, "if it would make you feel better, I will be on the receiving end." He felt his pride shatter into thousand pieces and he generally wanted to crawl into a dark place and never come out. Apparently, Ichigo hadn't expected him to suggest this, because he was staring at him with wide eyes and mouth agape.
"What?"
"Honestly, can't you form other words than that?" Ichigo blinked and stared at Byakuya in awe. Had he really just heard that? He didn't know all that much about how two men did it, but he knew that there had to be one who took on the role of the, this sounded so bad and stupid, 'woman', and he couldn't quite believe that Byakuya Kuchiki suggested that person be him.
"I assumed that you haven't been with anyone intimately, and I guess this way would be easier for you." How could he say things like this with a straight face? It made no sense what so ev-.. Wait a moment.
Ichigo narrowed his eyes as he studied the older man. There was a small dust of pink over his cheeks and Ichigo widened his eyes in surprise. Byakuya was embarrassed about this. Well, of course he was. His pride had just been thrown out the window for the sake of a stupid boy and his reluctance to intimacy. Ichigo felt horrible.
"No, it's .. It's alright. I haven't been with anyone in either ways, so I wouldn't know what to do. If we're doing this I guess it's better if you.. lead." 'Oh, this is torture'. Well, it was better than actual torture but he wasn't sure about which one he actually would prefer in the end.
Byakuya studied the now scarlet boy before giving a small chuckle hidden behind a cough.
"We don't have to rush, as long as we go through with it, everything should be fine. We'll know who does what when the time is right."
"Er-.. Alright."
It was silent for a long time before Ichigo finally met Byakuya's stare and proceeded to blush more. The older of the two waited for the other to speak up first.
"So, what do we do?"
"I suggest we take our time to get comfortable with each other. Are you still in pain?" Ichigo shook his head and looked away from the other man again.
"Good. Now, if it doesn't make you uncomfortable I will start to remove some layers. It would be better if we don't postpone this any longer. We have all the time we need, but we better start today." The quicker they got this over with, the faster Ichigo would be able to escape the torture he was going through. Perhaps someday they could look back at this and laugh.
Ichigo threw glances over at the undressing captain and felt his cheeks heat up several times. He had seen Byakuya with only bandages before, but it felt much more intimate and embarrassing this time. Mainly because there were no bandages blocking his view of the firm chest of the other man. He had never thought Byakuya to actually have visible muscles; the man seemed too noble for those things, but the proof telling him otherwise were staring right at him. 'This isn't embarrassing at all, never'.
Byakuya carefully put down the clothes he had removed, leaving him only in his hakama's as he glanced over at Ichigo. The boy's face could compete with Renji's hair if this kept on going and it made him suppress a smirk. When he took a step towards the other man, he saw that it took almost everything Ichigo had to stay unmoving. Which, in the end, was a good thing as it showed that he had a resolve.
The other Shinigami was stubborn enough to fight his way through this, even if both of them were uncomfortable with the idea. Byakuya less than Ichigo, but that wasn't really surprising to either male as the noble was in fact the one who held interest in both genders.
"Is this alright?" Byakuya asked when he stood directly in front of Ichigo, almost having their feet touching. It was important that the boy felt comfortable, or as comfortable as possible, while doing this. He would not degrade himself to someone who kept on going, disregarding his or her partner's wishes.
"Er- yeah, I guess so.."
"May I kiss you?" Even if they had already shared a kiss, Ichigo flushed a deep red and Byakuya caught himself smiling at the action. He had always understood the boy's reluctant behavior towards women like lieutenant Matsumoto or Yoruichi, and their horrible way of dressing, but it amused him how he could so easily become red when there was another male involved. Of course, asking to kiss him might be a part of it too.
"Er, w-w-we-well.." 'Charming'.
"It isn't something you haven't done before, remember? You kissed me, yesterday." More stuttering.
"A-alright."
"Good." 'Such a stubborn boy'. It was truly amusing, which he guessed others would find slightly out of character for him. Byakuya didn't care about that at the present, what mattered now was to seal the ritual and be done with it. He had said that they had all the time they needed, but he feared that Ichigo's pain would return soon if nothing were done.
Careful not to touch the 8th division captain, in case it would scare him off, he leaned closer and gave a small innocent peck on the lips. Nothing grand and it could barely count as a kiss at all. It would be a start, for now.
"That's it?" Apparently, Ichigo didn't count it as a kiss either.
"Even I know that can't count for a kiss. That was barely a peck on the lip-" Byakuya shut him up by leaning close again, this time putting more pressure into the action, actually making it a kiss and not just brief touching. When he pulled away Ichigo was blushing again, staring at him with wide eyes.
"And that? Was that satisfactory enough to count as a kiss?"
"Er –.."
"I thought so." He couldn't help the smirk and he knew that it would ignite something within the boy. If there was anything he had learned about Ichigo the last couple of months, it was that he loathed to be outdone by something, or someone. Especially if this someone had always been on his list of, and Byakuya quoted; "Smug idiot nobles who think they are best at everything".
"Wipe that smug smirk of your face."
"Why? I'd like to see you do better." And that was all he needed to say to rouse the short-tempered former human. Byakuya knew he had managed to fully ignite the fighting spirit within Ichigo when he felt the boy place his hand on his cheek before leaning in to capture his lips.
In the beginning, the kiss was clumsy and it was clear that Ichigo hadn't really done much of this before, so the noble decided to take the lead. He carefully maneuvered his lips against the other, placing his own hand against Ichigo's jaw before tilting the boys head as he decided to deepen the kiss. He waited for resistance but met none.
'Very well then' he thought before giving the bottom lip a small nip, earning a surprised gasp from the orange haired male. That was more than enough for him to deepen their kiss and he carefully let the tip of his tongue poke at Ichigo's own tongue.
It felt strange, and uncomfortable. However, Ichigo had to admit to himself that it wasn't because it was Byakuya who was kissing him, it was more the fact that he had no clue whatsoever on what to do. He didn't like giving up control like that but until he actually knew what went where, there was nothing to do but follow the lead.
The strangeness evolved when he felt something poke at his tongue and an involuntary shiver ran down his spine. Again, he was left with no idea of what to do, so he just shyly moved his own tongue against the intruder, scowling when he felt a smirk against his lips. The bastard was enjoying his insecurities way too much.
When the need for air became too obvious, Byakuya pulled away and studied the male in front of him. He still held his hand against Ichigo's jawline but the boys hand had fell down to his shoulder. It felt strange to feel direct skin-on-skin contact after all those years alone, but he wouldn't complain. It seemed to him that he was the lucky of the two regarding this ritual.
After all, he'd had his fair amount of partners during his life and knew what to do, unlike Ichigo. He also found the other male rather handsome, so in general it was a win-win situation for him. Which made him feel bad for Ichigo, who hadn't even kissed anyone before him.
"Well, I must say you do make a point. That, was indeed a kiss."
"S-see, I told you so." Ichigo tried to scowl at the same time as he felt his cheeks heat up, it didn't really work. Both of them knew that he had done nothing but initiating the kiss, and while it had been more than a small peck on the lips, it wasn't really something he could brag about. Byakuya had been the active part of the kiss, while he had only stumbled along.
"So, what er-.. What next?"
"Do what you want. This is about making you more comfortable about the idea." 'Easier said than done' Ichigo thought but gave a small nod nonetheless. He took a small step back, pulling his hand away from the noble's shoulder before studying him. In the back of his head, he could feel a small humming of pain, and he knew it was only a matter of time before the whole process started over again.
It was embarrassing to admit, but he'd rather kiss Byakuya a hundred times than to feel that horrible pain again, after all, it hadn't been that bad so how bad could the rest actually be? With a determined look on his face, he slowly reached out for the other man, only to stop himself inches from touching his chest.
"Is it o-okay if I,-"
"I don't mind, Ichigo, do what you want. Contrary to what most people seem to think, I don't mind physical contact." Ichigo blushed but proceeded, carefully touching the firm chest with the tips of his fingers. After tracing imaginary patterns over his chest and down over his stomach for a few seconds, finding it amusing how goosebumps spread under his fingertips, he let his hand fall to rest on Byakuya's chest.
"I didn't know you were that muscular."
"Is that a compliment?"
"Er-.." Byakuya had a hard time keeping a straight face with how Ichigo stuttered and flushed once again. Where was that scowling hot-tempered young boy who'd rush into battle for no reason at all? As if Ichigo had heard his thoughts, he narrowed his eyes and glared at him.
"Shut up, will you." Ichigo managed to beat down his blush to full on scowl at the noble. What would it actually take to make Byakuya blush? Ichigo was set on making this happen as a payback for all the times he himself had been embarrassed by the man, how to do it however, seemed out of reach at the moment.
With the humming becoming more prominent, he decided that it was better to hurry up, and he took another step away from the captain in front of him. Still with his signature scowl he started to undress himself, willing his mind to think of something else than the fact that he was actually doing this. Luckily, he didn't have to force himself for much longer.
As soon as Ichigo started to remover his upper clothing, Byakuya's cheeks flushed a faint pink and he felt himself smirk. 'So that's what it took'. Well, he had to keep going then if he wanted to see the calm noble just as flustered as himself. He decided to focus more on making Byakuya embarrassed than what he was doing, and soon they were both half-naked.
Ichigo's haori, kosode and shitagi lay scattered on the floor compared to Byakuya's neatly folded ones in a corner of the room. Byakuya found himself cursing silently. Why did the boy suddenly have to become bold and just decide that undressing was a good idea? He hadn't had any time to actually brace himself against what was happening before Ichigo stood half-naked in front of him.
Said half-naked boy couldn't contain his smirk as he watched Byakuya flush a few shades deeper and he felt genuinely proud of himself for making the noble like this. Now that that was taken care of however, he was back to having no clue of what to do. When the noble took a step closer to him, he didn't have to figure out what to do as the other man decided that kissing would do for now.
The 8th division captain tasted like spices, and very dark chocolate, it was almost bitter with a certain kick to it. Byakuya found it a rather appealing taste as he once again deepened their kiss to taste more, he would deal with the consequences of his thoughts on a later date. When the boy didn't object to his kissing he decided to try something else, and carefully placed his hands on his hips.
Ichigo jolted slightly when he felt cool hands on his hips but before he could pull away from the other man, said man found a sensitive spot on the roof of his mouth and Ichigo's brain completely shut down for a good few seconds. When he actually managed to focus again, he briefly wondered what that low moaning was, only to be mortified when he discovered that it was actually he who made it.
"Enjoying yourself, Ichigo?"
"Shut up." Byakuya actually gave a small chuckle at that, only to earn a scowl from the blushing teen. So, kissing was apparently something Ichigo didn't mind. At least now he had something to work with if all else failed.
From here, things will steadily become.. Less childproof.
It turned out that Ichigo enjoyed Byakuya's lips more than he would ever have imagined, or ever would admit aloud. After about an eternity with kissing, and some shy touching on Ichigo's part, they found themselves sitting on the floor fairly close to the other. Ichigo was still embarrassed but he didn't jump away from Byakuya's hands, and he was getting bolder with his own touches.
Byakuya pulled away after yet another slow kiss before tilting his head more as he leant over to brush his lips over Ichigo's jaw. He'd already done this once before that day, and the reaction was still the same. A small hitch in the others breathing before his hands gripped Byakuya's shoulders.
The clan head had made sure to place kisses everywhere on the teens face. Cheeks, nose, lips, forehead, temple, but the jaw got him the best reaction by far. He decided that he wanted to push further, and since Ichigo seemed to have taken a liking to his lips, perhaps it wouldn't draw out a horrible reaction.
Ichigo felt his face heat up even more when Byakuya started to kiss along his jawline before proceeding to kiss down his neck. It felt utterly embarrassing but he found no will to stop the other man, especially not when said noble started to suck and nibble on a spot directly under his jaw before going back to place butterfly kisses down his neck.
"Does this make you uncomfortable?"
"Nng- .. N-no, it's.." An embarrassing moan escaped his lips when Byakuya went back to sucking and nibbling on his skin. The heat from his face spread down his neck, and felt like it would continue until it reached his toes if the other Shinigami kept this up.
"Tell me if you want me to stop, Ichigo." 'Oh my god, how can he say my name like that?' His mind was turned to mush not long after when the older man pressed a kiss to the junction between his neck and his shoulder before running the tip of his tongue over his collarbone.
"Is it too much?"
"Nnh, ahh-"
"What was that?" Kiss. "Was it a yes," nibble. "- or a no?" Suck.
"S-s-shut up, w-will you?"
"Why?" Byakuya knew what had to be going through Ichigo's head by now. Something of the likes of "stupid smug bastard" or "idiot noble" or even "smug sadistic noble bastard", just to give it a twist. He had to admit though; it was amusing to tease the boy like this. Now he finally understood why Yoruichi kept teasing him with her immodesty, it gave wonderful reactions.
When he didn't receive any answers he just kept on scattering kisses over the teen's collarbone and neck, reveling in the moans and gasps that escaped him as he tried to grab onto something. Unfortunately both of them were naked on their upper body, so all Ichigo could grasp onto was Byakuya's shoulders, or hair.
The later proved to be the closest and the noble had to suppress a shudder when he felt fingers entwine with long strands of hair before giving a sharp tug when Byakuya seemed to find a sensitive spot on the teens neck. Both of them gave an appreciative groan at the others action but Byakuya was the only one who seemed to notice.
"B-byakuya.." That's it. Something more had to be done, and that soon. The noble went back to the orange haired male's lips and initiated a deep kiss as he moved one of his hands down Ichigo's sides towards his hip, before carefully pushing the younger male down onto the floor. He was slightly worried about Ichigo's reaction, but when nothing happened, he relaxed.
Apparently, the boy was too preoccupied with their kiss to actually notice anything at the moment, which was the perfect opportunity for Byakuya to take this further. He soon found himself in a surprisingly comfortable position between Ichigo's legs and as he greedily showered the other Shinigami's neck with kisses, he could feel a rather promising prodding against his stomach.
It was far from surprising, even if Ichigo most likely would feel highly scandalized if he realized how his body reacted to simple kisses and the occasionally nip. For Byakuya, this meant that he had something to work with and that there was a chance that Ichigo wouldn't completely reject him or find discomfort in what they were going to do.
"Ichigo," he started carefully after pulling away enough to look at the teen's face, his hand tracing patterns down his side and over his hip.
"Y-yeah?"
"Are you sure you want to continue it like this?"
"What do you me-ahh!" Ichigo would've refused to acknowledge the sound that was ripped from his throat when Byakuya ground his hips against his, if it hadn't been for the heat that spread across his body and left his mind numb for a good minute.
"Are you sure you want me to lead? It's not too late-"
"Byakuya?"
"Yes, Ichigo?"
"Shut up and kiss me before I change my mind." Well this was new. Perhaps the teen just wanted to get this over with, and who was he to deny him that? Byakuya leaned up to capture Ichigo's lips in a surprisingly heated kiss as he started to untie the other Shinigami's hakama. He felt the boy tense for a brief second before relaxing into the kiss again.
When the noble pulled away again, Ichigo was a panting mess, and he would kill him if this ever left the bedroom. He could only imagine Rukia's reaction if she ever heard how her brother had made his mind into mush just from kissing. 'Damn nobles and their kissing techniques' he thought to himself as he studied Byakuya who were searching for something.
"W-what are you looking for?"
"Oil."
"Why the hell would you need oi-.. Oh." The smirk Byakuya gave him made him flush even harder than he already was and he cursed under his breath before laying back on the floor. 'Smug sadistic bastard'. Ichigo was certain by now that Byakuya was enjoying his embarrassment way too much.
"You're a sadist, you know that?"
"No, I'm not. I don't enjoy bringing others pain, but I guess you're correct on some levels. I do seem to enjoy that blush of yours." Yeah, he was certain. Byakuya Kuchiki was a sadistic smug bastard, and Ichigo had the unfortunate pleasure to be married to the guy. 'God, I hope it's not contagious'.
Byakuya walked back to Ichigo when he finally found the bottle he had been searching for, a 'wedding' gift from Renji and even though he first had wanted to maim his lieutenant, he was now glad the man had thought it through. However, when he opened the bottle and the smell of cherry blossoms assaulted his nose, he felt the need to kill him once again.
"Remind me to beat my lieutenant into a bloody pulp next time I see him."
"What? .. Why?" A quick glance at the bottle had him blushing again and he could only guess why Byakuya wanted Renji dead, though he thought it was because of the use of the cherry petals and not because of the smell. Perhaps the noble didn't want to use anything that had his precious pink flowers in it.
Silence filled the room and Ichigo had to lift his head to look over at Byakuya to be sure that the other man still was in the room. Why wasn't he doing anything? Ichigo was about to open his mouth when he saw the faint blush on the nobles cheeks and he tilted his head in confusion.
"Byakuya?" The man cleared his throat.
"Yes?"
"Something wrong?"
"Ah, no. I was merely thinking."
"About what?" 'I'm going to regret this'
"How would you like me to do this?" 'Yup, I regret asking'
"Do what, exactly?" Byakuya was giving him a stare that conveyed just how stupid he thought Ichigo was for asking this. Ichigo however, had no idea what would happen or what the other man wanted to do.
"Prepare you, Ichigo." 'Why the fuck can't I just keep my mouth shut for once?!'
"Oh."
"Or would you prefer to do it yourself?" Ichigo gave a half-choked laugh at that.
"Yeah, with my vast knowledge about these kind of things I have no need for you."
"I thought so.. Would it make you more comfortable if we weren't facing each other?" He had to think about that, but ended up blushing violently before he could even answer. If Byakuya didn't see his face while doing whatever he was going to do, then he could blush in peace.
"Er-.. I, I think so." Before he could even process what was happening, he was being turned around so that his back rested against Byakuya's chest and he could feel the other man's breath against his neck. Said man started to place comforting, or at least Ichigo thought they were meant to be comforting, kisses over his neck and shoulder as he – Oh good god!
Ichigo's mind went completely blank as a cool hand slipped underneath his hakama to wrap around a half-hard arousal and a breathy moan escaped his lips. He could barely register Byakuya smirk against his neck before the noble used his free hand to push him forward. It was a miracle he managed to catch himself before his face hit the floor.
Byakuya would've smiled at the noises that escaped the boy if he hadn't been too busy trying to pour some oil into his once again free hand. He should've thought this through and was on his way to rant at himself when a sound of agonized pain reached his ears.
"Ichigo?"
"I-it's alright,-" 'It doesn't sound like it's alright' "- it's just the pain, I think it's s-starting ag-again." Byakuya muttered under his breath and his mind went a mile per second. He couldn't rush the preparations or Ichigo would be in more pain, not to forget the boy would probably kill him, but then again if they didn't do anything soon the pain would overtake his body again.
"I'm sorry, I will try to be quick."
"It's not that painful." The teen said before letting out another moan when Byakuya moved his hand in a specific way that had him buck into his hand. At least the pain didn't overshadow the pleasure, and the noble could work with that.
After finally managing to spill some oil into his hand, he withdrew the other from beneath Ichigo's hakama, receiving a low whine of disappointment from the boy, only to replace it with the now slick hand. It made it much easier to move his hand and the boy seemed to appreciate it greatly as his arms gave out and he ended up with his face pressed to the floor.
'The noises and things this boy do, who knew' Byakuya thought while continuing to pump the now hardened member as he worked to discard the final pieces of clothing from the teen. When that was finally done, he struggled with the oil again – this time making quicker progress as he knew how to maneuver the bottle without spilling everywhere.
"I'm not going to lie; it will feel uncomfortable, and probably sting a little, but I'll be as careful as possible." He didn't receive any answers beside a moan and a breathy gasp, that went straight to his own building arousal, and he decided to just go for it.
Carefully he rubbed an oiled thumb against Ichigo's entrance, silently thanking whoever would be listening that the boy seemed too preoccupied with the hand job he was receiving to notice what was going on. At the same time as he flicked his thumb over the head of Ichigo's erection, he slid a finger inside him. The only response he got was another gasp and his name moaned out in a lewd way.
"Ahh, B-bya-" His name was broken off by heavy panting.
"Is it painful?"
"Nnh, n-no. It, it's good." Byakuya arched a brow at that and studied the gasping mess in front of him. If that was how it was going to be, then the noble saw no reason to waste time. He moved his finger slowly in and out to make Ichigo used to the sensation before pushing in another one. When the boy clenched down on them he couldn't hold back his own moan as his imagination ran wild.
He removed his hand from the other Shinigami's member, to both their displeasure, only to pour some more oil on his fingers before going back to work, scissoring his fingers to loosen him up. Byakuya rubbed his still slick hand up and down Ichigo's back to make him relax; taking a shaky breath at the noises that came from the orange haired teen.
To Ichigo this seemed to be going on for forever, and he kept wondering about what the noble had meant by that it would sting. So far it only felt good, strange yes, but not in a bad way. He knew he might have felt uncomfortable if it hadn't been for the pleasurable shivers that went through his body from time to time and he was focusing more on that than his own embarrassment.
"Tell me if you fee-"
"Oh god!"
"That." For a moment Ichigo saw white stars and he was too busy with the pleasure wreaking havoc on his body to notice that Byakuya was now moving four fingers in and out of his body. Sure, he felt a sting but it hadn't been painful at all – the pleasure running through him made everything fade into nothing in comparison.
Byakuya kept scissoring and moving his fingers while making sure to only occasionally hit that bundle of nerves that reduced the orange haired captain's mind into mush. He didn't want him to come just yet, and he had to say that he was impressed with the boy. For a virgin, he sure managed to keep going for a long time. 'Must be that monster endurance of his'.
"Byaku-ohh fuck." Push. "Nngh, p-please." Twist. "Ahh, t-there." Rub.
The older of the two had to admit that he would most likely enjoy this more than he should, and he felt slightly embarrassed for lusting after the writhing mess underneath him that was Ichigo. When the boy started to push back against him, he decided that there wasn't much more he could do to prepare the teen and he slowed down, earning a whine.
"Bya, please – more." 'This damn kid will be the death of me one day, I just know it' Byakuya thought as he used his free hand to untie his own hakama, letting it pool around his knees when it came undone. He gave small sigh in relief when the cool air from the room finally hit his arousal. Ichigo kept mumbling pleas and the noble gave a small groan from the view before pouring some oil into his hand to slick himself.
"Byakuya, please. I s-swear, if you le-leave me like this.."
"Relax, boy, I have no intention of doing so." Ichigo gave out an embarrassing moan when he felt a weight on his back and hot air against his ear. A shudder violated his body when he felt Byakuya's fingers pull out of him and he was left feeling vulnerable at the emptiness.
"This is your last chance to say no, Ichigo." 'Oh god, again with the name'. Instead of answering the irritating man above him, he pushed himself instinctively back against Byakuya – grinning at the loud groan he got in the process. Ichigo would probably feel embarrassed as soon as he sobered up from the pleasure currently powering him, but at the moment all he felt was lust and need.
"Just shut up and do it already, Byakuya."
"Gods, I had no idea you could sound like that."
"I could say the same to yo-ahh!" He didn't let the teen finish his sentence before pushing into him in one swift move. It would probably hurt, a lot, but it would also probably be best to just push all the way in at once. That way he didn't have to torture both of them.
"Shit."
"I'm sorry." Byakuya allowed Ichigo to adjust as he placed kisses down his neck and his shoulders, using his hands to rub circles down his sides or over his hips. It took all his willpower to stay still inside the smoldering tight heat.
"Fuck. D-do something."
"What do you want me to do?"
"S-something. Just, ahh – just do something. Shit. Move, please." That soon? He was now convinced that the younger male was a masochist but he did as he was ordered nonetheless. Even with the thorough preparation he had done, Ichigo was still tight and he had to take deep breaths to keep himself from just pushing relentlessly into the boy.
"How can you still be this tight, Ichigo?"
"Ahh-, d-don't say things l-like that."
"Why not, it's the truth." Ichigo moaned loudly when the older man angled his trusts and reached deeper inside of him. He tried to push himself up with his arms but it was futile so he just rested his forehead against his hands instead.
"F-faster." Normally Byakuya didn't like taking orders from someone that much younger than him, but this was something he had no problems with following through. He placed both his hands on Ichigo's hips before speeding up his movements. At that moment, both men were wondering just why they hadn't gone through with this the day before. It would certainly have avoided some pain and pent up frustration.
Before Ichigo could ask Byakuya to go deeper, he was pulled up so that he was practically sitting on his lap and being relentlessly fucked both deeper and harder by the second. He was certain he'd end up with bruises by the end of this, but right now nothing of that mattered. A vicious mouth attacked his neck and he couldn't stop the sounds from escaping him.
Loud moans and low groans filled the room together with gasps and the sound of skin hitting skin. Pleas of "harder", "faster" and "more" made Byakuya hiss in pleasure as he almost brutally pushed into the willing body in front of him, his mind lost to the pleasurable feeling of Ichigo. He would probably regret tomorrow when the boy couldn't walk properly or would scowl at him for doing it too forcefully, but none of that mattered.
What mattered was the moans and that tight feeling around his cock, and the way his name fell from the 8th division leader's mouth.
"Byakuya, haah-" The named seemed like a mantra by now, and Ichigo truly had no idea why he had been so averse to the whole idea in the first place. This felt amazing. Yeah, sure – it was still a little painful, but all of that got pushed out of the way for each time the noble brushed against that wonderful spot inside him.
If only he could kiss him.
"P-please,"
"Ngh, what is it, Ichigo?"
"Let me,- ahh, let me kiss you." Byakuya couldn't help the smirk that grew on his lips before he slowed down the pace so that he could pull out long enough to turn Ichigo around in his arms. When the boy was once again seated in his lap he started to push back in so that he could continue fucking him.
It took mere seconds from the initial first push until they were sharing open-mouthed kisses that held promises of awkward situations the next morning. He was sure that Ichigo would want to deny the fact that he had asked to kiss him, on more than one occasion, but then again, the boy could be impulsive and he never knew exactly where he had him.
Ichigo was a shuddering moaning mess when a burning feeling in his stomach announced himself and he wrapped one arm tightly around Byakuya's shoulder while the other wrapped itself around his neck, his hand tangling in the raven locks. His breath hitching every now and then when the older man pushed hard into his prostate.
"I, I'm,- ahh, I'm gonna-" Byakuya shifted his hips so that he would hit deeper, receiving a scream from the younger captain, before wrapping his hand around the base of his cock to prevent the boy from coming.
"Oh god, please. P-please, Byak-kuya, l-let me-" Ichigo was practically crying by now, both arms now wrapped around him and Byakuya could feel his fingers dig into his shoulder blades, making the noble groan loudly next to the boy's ear. With a small groan, he pushed both of them towards the ground, securing Ichigo's legs around his own waist as he continued to push into him.
He could feel his own orgasm draw closer for each push into the heat Ichigo's body provided him but he had still some way to go before that time. However, the edge seemed to come crashing towards him when Ichigo clamped down on him and he gave a deep growl before pushing mercilessly into the others body.
All Ichigo could hear was his own heart beating and Byakuya's occasional groan or growl next to his ear, which honestly did nothing to keep his arousal away. He had never thought he'd ever hear, or see for that matter, the calm noble groan or even growl.
"Fuck, Ichigo." Ichigo could only moan helplessly as the once calm and collected clan head cursed and panted from pleasure as he violated his prostate. It felt so good that it was almost painful. In fact, it was painful. Byakuya kept denying him his orgasm and frustrated tears threatened to spill down his cheeks until, finally, the noble captured his lips in a short kiss only to move to his ear right after.
"Come."
With one hard trust against the heavenly spot inside him, he came. His eyes rolled back and he arched his back up against the other man, mouth agape in a silent scream. He barely felt the rush of heat that filled him a few seconds later as he was far too gone in his own bliss.
Byakuya placed a sloppy kiss on Ichigo's neck when he was coming down from his own high before pushing himself up from the boy to look at him, only to be met by a completely relaxed face of a sleeping teen. 'The kid passed out' he thought half-shocked and half-amused. A small smile found its way to his lips as he pulled himself free from the sleeping Shinigami before settling down beside him as he pulled the covers from his sleeping mat over them.
Both would be sore when they woke tomorrow, but that was something he would worry about when the morning came.
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A/N: I don't even know what to write here .. "I'm sorry for the shitty sex scene"'? I know both Ichigo and Byakuya are really OOC, although I secretly think that Byakuya would be a sadist if he ever were to top Ichigo, and Ichigo is doomed to always be this insecure yet impulsive virgin who get's pushed into doing stuff that he'll not really regret ..
Anybrows. Please tell me if this was any good so that I can nurture my hurt brain into writing more chapters for this thing. I have just realized that I can never go back to writing short chapters, so any chapter from me after this will probably be minimum 3k+ or something x)
R&R ~