Update - Melting Chapter 8
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Italics mean the character is thinking.
Melting.
Previously –
Ichigo bucked surprised as the faint movement threw him into a vast wave of pleasure, his back arching as he cried out he climaxed inside his clothes.
Two firm experienced hands rubbed his back as he heavily panted. His climb back down from the peak saw a sudden change in the emotion charging through his spiritual release. The intense pleasure and happiness was suddenly replaced by shame and fear.
"Its fine." Byakuya soothed in his ear, refusing to release him. Strong arms held him in place as their owner also felt that disappointed. He shouldn't have let this get that far. He was meant to be the responsible adult watching this kid. Guiding and encouraging his growth, not giving in to the emotions he carried selfishly inside him. "Ichigo…"
"Let me go." Ichigo's voice sounded stilted and awkward.
"Not until you understand."
"What that I'm a stupid idiot." He said feeling that loathing return for himself. How could he have just come in his pants from kissing a guy? The weight of embarrassment at doing it in Byakuya's arms was crushing down on him. Why was he such a loser at controlling himself. He wanted to crawl away and hide.
"This isn't weakness Ichigo." He realised as he stroked the boys hair.
Now –
Ichigo was still laughing as they walked out the cinema and made their way back towards home.
"But I don't understand." Byakuya said yet again and Ichigo tutted at him.
"You weren't meant to get it, it was a joke. The film was a comedy?" He looked at the man a little exasperated. His whole idea had to get Byakuya to loosen up a bit, but that plan had failed miserably. "Don't you have comedy things in Soul Society?"
"We have things designed to make us laugh, but …"
"No wait, you don't go to them?" Ichigo guessed and groaned in the nod he received as his answer.
"What was the point of this evening?"
"When you wanted to get to know Hisana, didn't you take her on a date? You know do some stuff together?"
"Of course."
"Well? What did you do?"
"You expect me to tell you?"
"Don't you think it's a little odd that one day you were in love with a woman and now you are seeing a guy? That's not usually considered normal you know. Don't you recall those idiots at the park?"
"You have never fancied a girl then?"
"No." Ichigo replied. "The whole woman thing seems… scary if you ask me. Like that damn cat woman changing shape in front of me in the hot springs. Uggh she had no clothes on. All those jiggly bits scared the shit out of me!" He laughed and saw Byakuya smiling at his reaction. "Stop evading the answer."
"I have always found both men and women appealing. I didn't think however, that such an annoying person would turn out to more appealing than most." Ichigo grinned at the attempt of a joke/compliment.
"Are male relationships allowed in Soul Society?" He could think of a few shingigami that were most certainly an item. But it never seemed to be mentioned in public.
"The life of a shingigami as you know can be infinitely long or incredibly short. Generally, knowing someone you care about might die the next time their squad is called on a mission, means that certain views are allowed. Its not frowned upon, but it is not permitted for them to marry either. Age is also another issue that seems to differ from your world too. We age so much slower therefore maturity must play a bigger role than physical age."
"So you and I?"
"This is where it all falls down though."
"Cos, I'm human and because of who you are?"
"Exactly."
"That's a load of pompous shit."
"…" wide surprised eyes looked at him.
"Come on, if we care about each other and you were not a Kuchiki then no one would care. But surely that means you have the chance to make a stand and change the laws. Show that gay couples need the same consideration…"
"You are talking about thousands of years of tradition. Knowledge and rules that have passed generation after generation. Change happens but it is far slower than one lifetime."
"So be the spark that ignites the change."
"As young as you are Ichigo, I wouldn't expect any other answer. Had I met you when I was your age, I would have agreed and rushed in foolishly thinking that I live in an idyllic world where I could affect a change. It simply does not happen in reality. Rights and consideration are given to individuals but families and communities hold fast to their pasts. Elders press their wishes on the younger ones because of their age and experience. My family elders prize their traditions."
"So basically what your saying is this is a doomed relationship."
"I obey rules, I uphold the laws. I am a visible person in my world. Others look to me for guidance and my responsibilities carry beyond my captaincy. This isn't something I could continue at home without some measures of secrecy in place."
"So…" Ichigo walked on silently a moment and Byakuya expected some outburst of protest. "We make the most of this time then?"
"Why am I suddenly nervous?" Ichigo would have laughed at Byakuya's response but he didn't feel like it now. Byakuya sensed the change in mood. Ichigo shoved his hands in his pockets. "So in this town you are too young to go to a bar?"
"You're not a bar person though either are you?"
"Your making me sound quite boring."
"What do you do with yourself when your not being a captain?"
"I train… I read… I tend my garden… Go to meetings… I paint and wonder about a damn idiot with orange hair who seems to permanently fill my mind." Ichigo looked at him and tutted.
"As if." They were nearly home now. Their night had come to an end. "Where have you been staying, I haven't seen you the last couple of days for breakfast?"
"I thought it more appropriate to find somewhere else." Byakuya thought of the houseful of people ahead of him and turned to Ichigo whose face showed he seemed to be thinking of the same thing. "This way." Byakuya gestured.
Ichigo stepped into the sparsely furnished open plan top floor flat. It was a more than impressive size with wooden polished floors, walls of cream stucco or simple plain brick. It did look as if he'd been camping out however, with neatly folded clothes sitting near the bed. Stacks of novels by the single chair which sat near a town facing window. In the kitchen one cup and plate sat on the drainer.
"Holy… damn how the hell did you find this?" Simple it might be, but Ichigo knew this wasn't a cheap part of town nor a cheap flat to rent.
"There are people you can employ to do that. This was the closet to your house. It serves its purpose. I would have liked time to make it more comfortable. I hope to do that before Rukia would need it herself."
"If you go back you mean?" Byakuya nodded. "So got anything to feed the huge stomach of a growing teenager?"
"Nothing but water and some fruit. You think I have time to shop too?"
"So what did you plan on doing with me now I'm here?" Byakuya watched the boy stroll to the large window and look out at the town as it bedded down for the night. "You haven't even got a TV. Man this is slumming it!"
"I have a bed." It was the last thing Ichigo thought Byakuya would have said out loud. He turned and looked at the approaching man. "I thought… hoped, wanted even, to get the chance to be intimate again." He wasn't going to make it easy, yet his brain also didn't want to make a complete fool of himself again. His face must have registered his worry as Byakuya stopped a step away from him and paused. "That is, if you wish to."
"I do… Yeah I do… But…"
"But is enough." Byakuya smiled reassuringly. "When there is the possibility of a life time and beyond. This is something I would never expect you to rush into. How would that show you how much you mean to me?"
They moved closer and fell into a comfortable embrace. Byakuya's slight height advantage meant that Ichigo could lean into the ready shoulder in comfort and still press his lips against the flesh under the taller man's ear. The aromatic scent filled his mind and inflamed his desire. It was soft, seductive and irresistible.
"It's okay to stay is it?" His breath swept around the tender skin and Byakuya closed his eyes sensitive to the slightest touch.
"Your father…"
"Assumes I have sex romps with anything in a skirt." Ichigo laughed and stepped back holding Byakuya's hands and looking down at the black trousers. "Nope. No skirt there. Got one hanging around you could just slip into?"
The man shook his head letting go of the hands that held him and left the boy standing there hugging himself as he turned off all the lights until just the moon lit the flat. He flicked the button on the small CD player that sat on the polished floor and the sound of traditional Japanese music softly fell on their ears.
"My meditation aid." Byakuya explained as he stepped back slowly towards Ichigo. "Except it seems to make me fall asleep instead." He confessed. Playing it now, sleep wasn't the activity on his mind, but it might just help one stunning looking strawberry relax. "No school tomorrow?" He asked running a hand through Ichigo's hair over his ear and feeling the deeper breath it caused.
"No." Ichigo answered his voice a quiet whisper. "You smell so good."
Ichigo reached his hands through the soft silk, dark hair, as he felt himself fall into total oblivion at the softest of kisses. He parted his lips and let out a mummer as the tingling sensation Byakuya seemed to awaken in his mouth began to float down his spine and flood his legs with an inability to hold himself upright.
Without the arms that held him close to their body of iron, he felt sure he would have slid into a soft puddle on the floor.
The feeling was mutual as Ichigo's fingers caressed the nape of Byakuya's neck. Gently pulling and twisting at his hair. He had to pull away and let a shiver run down him as the intense sensation consumed his mind for a moment.
Ichigo smiled relieved he could make him react like that. His hands flattened against the deceptively broad shoulders and slid down the chest, his palms tingling as they passed the hardened nipples before sliding to the slender waist and around to the firm but sensitive lower back. The loose shirt did not interrupt the exploratory stroke that slid inside the trouser waist band to cup the buttocks at the end of his reach.
Byakuya let his head fall against Ichigo's as the boys thumbs and finger tips caressed the baby soft flesh causing him to press their hips tightly together. His hands that had been gripping Ichigo's shoulders tightly, now moved to undo the buttons on the youths shirt. His lips pressed against the forehead, letting the tufts of orange hair brush against his cheeks and send tendrils of fruity shampoo up his nostrils.
Nervous earthy eyes looked into the steel ones as the shirt slid from his shoulders and revealed the panting chest beneath. Ichigo's head fell back and his hands gripped Byakuya by the shoulders firmly as he felt the heated breath and tender kisses drop down his neck and a tongue lap at the budded nipples. A hand caressed his more than proud erection as it strained inside his jeans.
"Oh… Bya…" Ichigo pulled away. "It'll happen again."
There was no disappointment evident as far as Ichigo could tell, instead there was just an assuring embrace that wrapped around him; accompanied by soft stroking of his hair. A firm hand took him towards the waiting bed.
Ichigo watched entranced as clothing was carefully peeled from the fit body before him. Peeled and folded. Everything the man did in his life was exact and careful. Nothing skimped or rushed. It seemed as if he was dancing an erotic dance before him and Ichigo felt himself entranced by the simple movements of Byakuya's body. The way the muscles flexed, the graceful flow of his arms, how his hair fell and how striking it was against his pale skin.
"I usually sleep naked. If you like I will put something on." He held out a pair of bottoms for Ichigo to slide into.
Ichigo stared at the naked figure still entranced and said nothing.
"Have I scared you?" He asked concerned and the eyes flashed up at him.
"Your incredible." Ichigo blurted out and blushed. "I mean…" He looked at Byakuya and laughed at himself. "Shit. I never dreamed I'd be…" He could have chosen any one of a whole list of useless names for himself and yet didn't. He knew what he was being and he didn't want to admit to that side of himself. Instead, grasping the same courage and determination he used on a battle field he stepped forward, planted a deep kiss on his damn sexy fucking man and pushed him back on the bed. "I mean fuck your hot."
"You never fail to surprise me Kurosaki." Byakuya smiled back. "That infuriating unpredictability is… what I need." He raised his head, biting Ichigo's bottom lip and unfastening the boys trousers.
Ichigo, kicked the trousers free and felt that rush of power as his naked skin laid against the milky white skin. Warmth, connection and excitement pushed him into a lust filled groan.
Byakuya pressed Ichigo back and over, he didn't want let this guy get out of control again. He wanted him to feel the real thing this time.
Hands roamed over the others body, groans, whimpers and hitched breathing increased in tempo and pitch as they became more fevered in their exploration. Ichigo felt himself give in fully to the more experienced man, willing to trust and savor the pleasure he was feeling yet mirroring the hand on his cock.
Byakuya felt himself getting to the point of no return and let himself fall to his side. With nothing to lubricate the kid, he wasn't going to take that advantage. He let Ichigo roll on top of him and guide him towards his anus. Ichigo's wide surprised eyes widened even further and gasped as the feeling of tightness and heat that wrapped around him. He looked to Byakuya's who'd clenched his eyes closed tightly.
"Ichigo… Do it… Now." Byakuya panted and let out a low guttural moan.
Ichigo grunted with his thrusts as the extreme rush built inside him. His eyes fixed on Byakuya's face contorted in wondered pleasure, gasping and moaning beneath him. Pumping his hardened organ with abandonment as he felt Ichigo tense and cry out his release. The quivering teen's cry was enough to tip him into a loud grunting and shuddering release.
"Oh… wow." Ichigo panted against the naked chest of his lover. Byakuya's arms were there again, comforting and reassuring. Holding him within a safety blanket. He was reminded of his mothers arms holding him as a child. The comfort it gave him had been incredible. Right here and now, he'd never image that he could have that feeling back.
Back and better.
