A/N- Thank you all for your on going patience with me and the wait between posts.
*This chapter is going to come with some warnings. Up until now, ITB has been for the most part PG-13. This chapter is almost completely graphic sex in content. If this isn't your thing then feel free to skip this chapter.
*To answer Kiya-All of Izuru's reasons in Everything will eventually be addressed in ITB.
*As always, reviews are appreciated. I am always trying to figure out how to do this better. Question, comments, and of course kudos are always welcome.
In The Beginning
There was Izuru
Kira made a little sound of satisfaction when he finally felt Ichimaru's lips against his. Oh, this is what he wanted…this is who he wanted…Kira lifted his hand that wasn't being held captive by Ichimaru's, tangling his fingers into silver locks, pulling the taller man firmly against his hungry mouth. A slick tongue traced Ichimaru's agile lips begging for entrance. The blond rubbed is aching body to the argent haired man, he gasped against Ichimaru's lips as he ground his hips against the vulpine man's lean body, his cock throbbed in time to his racing heart.
Ichimaru's eyes widened from their normal slits, barely seen icy blue eyes exclaimed his surprise. The taller man tried to put some distance between them by taking a step back but Kira simply followed Ichimaru's movements until the older man backed against the door frame. Kira slid his tongue into Ichimaru's mouth, teasing with slow thrust that mimicked the way his hips rocked back and forth against his superior's. The blond's fingers tightened in the Ichimaru's hair, desperation destroying any possibility of finesse. Kira moaned against his weapon's instructor's as he felt the other man's growing response. The petit man relinquished his grip on fine silver hair to reach for the obi securing Ichimaru's kodose closed.
Kira immediately found his reaching hand captured in a brutal grip. Dark blue eyes shot open in growing horror, as Ichimaru ended the kiss between the two of them. The silver haired man licked his kiss swollen lips as he tried to figure out what the hell was going on here.
"NOOoooooo!" Kira's adamant denial rang loudly through the quiet afternoon. "Gods, please no," the blond shook as he tried to suppress a sob; he hurt, his whole body ached with denied lust, he had no idea what he was going to do if Ichimaru turned him away. "Please…don't send me away."
Ichimaru looked down at his toy and couldn't prevent the grin that curled his lips; his little blond was a complete mess: damp blond hair stuck to his cheek, his usually pale cheeks were fever flushed, and the little healer seemed to have a visible tremor that wracked his lithe frame with increasing frequency. Ichimaru raised one of Kira's captured wrists to his lips, turning it to nip the pulse fluttering under the thin skin. The blond watched with desire dilated eyes, a throaty moan slip past Kira's lips.
"Someone drugged ma Kira-kun?" Ichimaru did a quick scan of the area with his veiled eyes and his reiatsu, the area was empty of anyone except the two of them. Kira swayed closer the taller man, leaning his cheek against the other man's chest. Did Ichimaru just call him his? The blond press hot kisses to the exposed V of skin revealed by Ichimaru's gaping kodose.
The fukutaichou pulled away from the healer, giving the younger man a small shake to get Kira's attention. "Did someones gives ya somethin'?" At this point, Ichimaru wasn't sure, if that was the case, if he would hunt them down and kill them or thank them. His little toy minus his usual reticence was simply irresistible.
"Am I really yours?" Kira's voice was husky as he tried to get closer to his obsession. "I want to be yours…" The blond leaned forward to kiss the taller man's throat, "You taste soooo good."
"Kir-" Ichimaru's last attempt at information was cut off by Kira.
"Izuru…I want to hear you call me Izuru…nobody calls Izuru anymore." Kira stood on his toes to nip at Ichimaru's bottom lip before stroking it with his tongue. "Your Izuru," The petit man pulled one of his hands free from fingers holding him prisoner to stroke his superior's erection through the concealing fabric of his hakama. Kira looked up with dark blue eyes through pale gold lashes, "You want me too…"
Ichimaru gave up on figuring out why this was happening and decided to focus on enjoying the situation. Another quick glance around confirmed their continued privacy but there was no guarantee of that as long as they remained standing in the open doorway of his practice all. He pulled the slender blond into the building and slid the punctured door closed behind them.
"You're not going to send me back to Fourth?" Kira asked breathlessly when he found himself pressed up against a wall. He moaned loudly when he felt Ichimaru kiss the side of his throat, nipping hard between kisses.
Ichimaru smirked against flushed skin as he tugged the blond's obi loose, letting it slither to the floor, "Nah, I thinks I am gonna keeps ya, ma lil I-zu-ru." The taller man pushed the black and white kimono from Kira's shoulders. The blond wiggled, more than willing to do anything that got either of them out of their clothes. Ichimaru hummed his appreciation at his new toy's eagerness.
Kira's head lolled back to rest against the wall as the vulpine man ran his hand down the creamy expanse of his bared chest. Cool long fingers explored the dusky pink pads of the blond's nipples, earning Ichimaru the most delicious sounding gasps he had heard in a long time. The silver haired man smirked as he trailed his hand from hard tight nipples, down a heaving chest, to quivering abs.
The sweet, throaty sound of Kira begging, 'Please' over and over again, pushed Ichimaru's desire to new heights. Ichimaru covered pleading lips with his own in a hard kiss, before whispering against Kira's trembling mouth, "Izuru-chan already knows whats I likes don' he." The blond buried his fingers into the silky mass of his superior's hair, drawing the taller man to him for a long drugging kiss.
Ichimaru reached for the ties and obi that held up the dark fabric of Kira's hakama around his toy's narrow hips. Kira flinched as cool air slid over his over-heated skin as his uniform slumped to his ankles; the blond kicked the mound of his clothes away from his feet. The healer whimpered in pained desire as Ichimaru tugged on his fundoshi, the thin cloth tightening across the sensitive, aching erection. The fukutaichou listened, completely entranced by the pitiful needy sound.
"Izuru makes da best noises," Ichimaru nipped a path from Kira's kiss swollen lips along the blond's jaw to his ear. The argent haired man deliberately rubbed the loosened fabric of Kira's loin cloth back and forth across the healer's straining cock. "I wanna hears dat again…" Ichimaru's efforts were rewarded with a little throaty keening sound as the petit man thrust into the teasing caress. "Ohhhh, dat ones even betteh'…."
Kira panted as he moved restlessly under the other man's touch, "Please…I can't…" Flushed cheeks darkened into a fierce blush, "I'm going to…"
"Shhh…I gots ya." Ichimaru slid both of them down the wall, then laid his poor suffering blond armful down on the floor. Kira shifted his legs further apart and tried to pull the taller man over him. Ichimaru resisted the ardent tugging of the younger man. The blond tightened his grip in silver locks as Ichimaru pulled Kira's wrists away from him, holding the younger man's hands to the floor.
"Nones of dat. We are gonna do dis my way." The fukutaichou tightened his grip around slender wrists, digging his fingers into soft skin as he covered the healer's lips in a hard punishing kiss. Kira clenched his hands as Ichimaru pulled away from, long slender fingers slowly releasing their hold. Kira licked his lips and then let his hands rest on the floor beside him, his eyes filled with trust as he gave himself over to Ichimaru.
What this boy did to him. Ichimaru's whole body tightened at the look in his Izuru's eyes. His. This little healer wanted to be HIS. Maybe Shinsō was right and this tasty little blond wasn't as disposable as he had first thought. That was something for him to think about at another time, right now, he had an Izuru to plunder. Ichimaru surveyed the warm body begging to be used and knew his toy wasn't going to be able to take much more. Oh well, a short snack before hand meant you could take your time savoring the meal.
Ichimaru crawled his way up Kira's flushed body, brushing the blond's exposed skin with the fabric of his uniform in light teasing caresses. The petit healer shivered as he watched a predatory grin curl Ichimaru's agile lips. The silver haired man crouched over his toy before dipping his head to breathe in the scent rising from Kira's warm skin. Ichimaru traced the slender column of the blond's throat, the tip of his nose almost brushing the sweat glistened, creamy expanse. The little healer smelled delicious; he just had to have a taste of him.
The fukutaichou touched the tip of his tongue to the salty skin to taste his way from the blond's throat down the center of Kira's heaving chest. Ichimaru grinned to himself, as he saw from the corner of his eye, Izuru's hands clenching at his sides in an attempt to obey the order he had been given earlier. This boy…Ichimaru arched his back to brush the full length of his body against the suffering blond as a reward for good behavior. The argent haired man drank in the delightful, little pained moans that followed his actions.
Ichimaru could feel the tension building to breaking point with the body under his. Izuru moved restlessly as the older man tongued the shallow bowl of his navel. Ichimaru lightly raked his fingernails down the side of his toy only stopping once he reached the loosened fabric still barring him from fully exploring his find. The taller man nipped a path from Kira's navel to just above the offending strip of material; Ichimaru smirked up at the blond as he stroked Kira's aching cock with the underside of his chin through the fabric. The petit man bucked into the teasing caress, his body shuddering from the stimulation, Kira's self control shredded almost beyond his ability to cling to it.
"I wanna tastes ya." Ichimaru's voice was low and husky as he finally pulled the damp fundoshi away to reveal Kira's lust hardened body. The fukutaichou gave a throaty hum of approval. Izuru truly was a delectable sight, all creamy pink skin and thick dripping cock, all of the healer's natural modesty stripped of him by his need as surely as Ichimaru had stripped the blond of all of his clothes except his footwear. The vulpine man like what he saw: honest need, blatant want, and animal lust without any agenda. Izuru wanted him.
Without ant other preamble or warning, Ichimaru lowered his head, taking his toy's straining cock into his mouth. The was a breathless choked sob above Ichimaru's head as he sucked on the thickness filling his mouth, much as the argent haired enjoyed all the little sounds sweet armful made, he wanted to concentrate on the taste of him right now. The blond was salty and musky and slightly bitter and something that was simply indefinable…something that was Izuru alone. And then there was the smell of him. The scent of his toy filled his head even as Kira's cock thrust deeper into Ichimaru's mouth. So heady…musk and herbs and a subtle metallic undertone…Ichimaru bobbed his head, taking the blond deeper into his mouth, applying exquisite suction as Kira came undone with a loud broken cry. Ichimaru drank each pulsing release as he vowed that one day he would hear his name sounding breathless and broken from those lips, broken and stripped of all its tarnish by this boy…his Izuru.
Kira lay breathless on the floor with one clenched fist pressed to his bruised lips. He gasped like a swimmer surfacing after staying under water too long, drinking in the air with greedy gulps. His body didn't fee like his own; he wasn't certain he remembered how to make it work, everything felt different and strange and so unbelievably good. The blond looked down his exposed body to catch a glimpse of hot star shot blue eyes as Ichimaru slowly pulled away from Kira's spent length with a loud slurping noise. Kira blushed as he watched the older man slowly lick his lips to catch any stray cum that he had failed to swallow.
Ichimaru's lips twisted into an evil grin that made Kira's toes curl in anticipation. "Is ma I-zu-ru ready ta play now?" The older man drew out his toy's name, savoring each syllable, as he moved to loom over the blond before lowering his head to take a playful snap of his teeth a breathe away from Kira's lips before lowering his mouth to take the petit man in a demanding kiss. The healer whimpered into the kiss, as tongue slid across tongue, he plunged his fingers into sterling hair, clutching the silky locks in pure greed; the blond could taste himself on the other man's tongue.
Kira once again found his wrists caught in tight grips as his hands were pulled firmly away by Ichimaru. The vulpine man whispered against the healer's lips as Kira's wrists were pressed to the floor high over the blond's head.
"I tolds 'Zuru we was gonna do dis ma way. Izuru-chan hads his turn…now I gets ta have ma turn." Ichimaru brushed his brushed his lips across Kira's cheek to whisper into his toy's ear, "Ma Izuru don' wanna earn himself a punishment, now does he?"
Kira's breathe seized in his lungs at the soft spoken threat. The blond knew what a 'reward' was comprised of but he had no idea what the argent haired man would consider an appropriate 'punishment' for such an offense. Gods help him but he really want to find out, to know, maybe not today but definitely soon.
Ichimaru could feel a fine tension tightening the body of the man lying under him. The fukutaichou wondered with some amusement if he had finally managed to frighten his bashful little healer. His amusement evaporated as if it never was by a hot mouth pressing up to moan against him in growing excitement. Heat throbbed through Ichimaru as he wondered what he could do with this boy…what he could do to this boy.
"Hmm, Izuru like dat idea does he?" the taller man growled his question he nipped his way down Kira's throat, taking the time to blatantly mark his territory. Ichimaru wanted to make certain that anyone who saw the delightful little healer would know he had been taken. Kira arched his neck and raised his knees to frame Ichimaru thighs, as the older man licked the creamy skin that was already darkening into a bruise.
Kira raised dark blue eyes to look at the man laying such thorough claim to his body and frowned. The blond licked his lips. "You're still wearing everything," his voice was rough with simmering desire. The petit man curled his fingers into tight fists and his arms trembled as he battled the urge to reach for the obi that was responsible for hiding Ichimaru from him.
"An' what does Izuru gots ta say…" The silver haired man ran his nails down Kira's arm then over the flexing ridges of the younger man's ribs.
Kira lifted his hips as he moaned his plea, "Please…" The blond kept his hands above his head but arched the rest of his body enticingly. "Please…I want you." Ichimaru felt his body tightened at the sight.
The vulpine man reached for his zanpakutō to set Shinsō safely off to the side. The moment Ichimaru's hand tightened around the hilt, a mocking, chuffing laugh ghosted through his head. Ichimaru grinned as he set the sword aside; Shinsō always did want to have the last word.
Kira caught his lip between his teeth in anticipation as he watched his obsession divest himself of his zanpakutō, then reach for his obi. The blond watched with hungry eyes as pale skin was slowly revealed as Ichimaru impatiently shrugged the black and white uniform from his shoulders. Oh gods... the pale man was so unbelievably sexy, all steely muscles stretched taut over a lanky frame and covered by the most amazing alabaster skin. Kira wanted to stroke every inch of that porcelain skin.
The healer must have made some sound because Ichimaru paused as he tugged on the ties that secured his hakama. The older man's lips curled into a grin that spoke of absolute confidence, " 'Zuru likes what he sees, hmm?" Ichimaru untied the obi holding his hakama around his narrow hips, the strip of white cloth snaked from his fingers and the dark fabric of his uniform fell to the floor to settle around his knees.
The argent haired man stroked his cock through the thin covering of his loincloth as he watched Kira watching him. "Dis what ma Izuru wants?" Ichimaru growl softly to himself as he watched the blond helplessly nodded and licked his lips. The fukutaichou abandoned his teasing to pull his fundoshi loose then toss it carelessly to the side. Ichimaru shifted away from Kira to rid himself of the hakama confining his knees; he didn't want anything to impede his playtime.
Kira feasted his eyes on the cock bobbing above him. Pale skin veined in rich purple, the thick full length, nestled in spun silver curls, was crowned with a broad purple-pink head that just begged to be licked. The healer longed to taste the older man as thoroughly as Ichimaru had done to him. Even though Kira couldn't wait to feel this impressive cock inside him, he felt a moment of trepidation; Ichimaru was thicker than his last lover…and that had been a while ago.
The blond wasn't left to worry for long as Ichimaru covered Kira's body with his own before taking the younger man in a passionate kiss. The healer gasped into the kiss as he finally felt the hot glide of Ichimaru's erection against his own. So good…but he wanted so much more. Kira lifted his arms to wrap them around this sexy lithe man but stopped half-way to his destination. Kira panted for a moment before dropping his arms to the floor once again, making a moue of rising frustration.
Ichimaru's lips spread into a devil's grin as he listened to the pitiful sound. "Izuru is such a good boy…" The vulpine man whispered against the blond's lips. "An' all good boys deserves ah reward." Kira was not left to wonder what his reward was to be when he felt long slender digits wrap around both of their cocks, pressing them together and stroking the combined lengths with steely fingers. Ichimaru's low moan was joined by Kira's throaty gasp; both men shuddered as strong finger's pumped their members in a slow tantalizing rhythm.
The silver haired man caught the healer in a kiss as he released his grip on their straining erections. Tongues slid against each other in greedy need as Kira shifted his knees to either side of his obsession's hips. Slick fingers found their way past the blond's lips to fill his mouth. Desire darkened blue eyes looked up into the face of the man leaning over him as Kira slid his tongue over and around the long fingers. Oh gods, the taste…the two of them blending to form a flavor unique to them alone. The younger man found the taste of them as addicting as the look on Ichimaru's face as need stripped the ever present grin from the dominant man's lips.
Kira trembled in anticipation as Ichimaru pulled wet, slick fingers from his toy's mouth. The blond lifted his hips in a shameless bid to put an end to this game of constant teasing. He wanted. He needed and nothing but this man inside of him was going to satisfy him. Kira rant the edge of his sandaled foot along the back of Ichimaru's leg.
"Impatient, ain'tcha?" Ichimaru reached between them to part the firm muscles of Kira's ass to stroke wet fingers over the blond's entrance. "Ya woulda thoughts from da way Izuru was actin', dat I's was da one ta have gone firsts." Ichimaru watched with veiled eyes as the little healer squeezed his eyes shut and moaned. The fukutaichou was captivated by every sinful move his toy made and every decadent sound he made. He just had to have him, even if it was only for a little while; he wanted to claim this boy.
Ichimaru pressed on finger into the sweat dewed body under him. He thrust the wet digit past clenching muscles to invade hot depths, in and out, the tight muscles slowly loosening in acceptance. Quickly a second finger joined the first and a blond hissed at the burning stretch of it. Ichimaru slowed his violation of the tender healer, the silver haired man clenched his teeth, even he had his breaking point and he had been flirting with his for some time.
Kira tossed his head from side to side at the feel of Ichimaru's fingers inside him. Gods, it ached…and it felt so good…and he was going too slow…"Please, I want you! PLEASE!" He wanted more…so much more.
Ichimaru pulled his fingers free of the blond's warm body to take his own aching, dripping length in hand. He rubbed the swollen head back and forth across the tight entrance and slowly pushed in. Hair, darkened to pewter, fell forward to shade burning pale eyes, as he forged deeper in the hot depths that clenched so mercilessly around him. Ichimaru paused at the little breathless sound Izuru made, not wanting to break his toy the first time he played with him.
"Don't stop…gods, please don't stop…it-" Kira rolled his hips forcing Ichimaru deeper into him. The fukutaichou forgot about wanting to give his little healer time to adjust and thrust hard, hilting himself in Kira. The blond gasped and trembled as Ichimaru wrapped his arms around the slight body shuddering under his. Ichimaru pressed his forehead to Kira's as he struggled to control himself.
Kira hurt…it burned…and he didn't think he had ever felt so invaded before…Kira shifted to ease the stretched taut feeling and moaned. So good…he just had to move again…Kira rolled his hips so he could feel it again…
Ichimaru clenched his teeth as Izuru started to move tentatively under him. He covered Kira's parted lips with his as he pulled back and thrust. So hot and so tight, for a moment, Ichimaru wondered if this was his Izuru's first time; then he felt the blond press sandaled heels into the small of his back and arch into his next thrust, Ichimaru thoughts scattered.
Ichimaru's world narrowed to the rock and thrust of two sets of hips and the heat clenching his so fucking tight. The argent haired man didn't even protest when ivory arms wrapped around his back to clutch him to a sweat slicked chest. Ichimaru was so damn close…gods, this boy…he turned his head to bite the tender throat that was arched so enticingly as the blond chanted 'Please' in an endless mantra that formed the most amazing song Ichimaru had ever heard. So damn good…he plundered, he took, then shuddered as his word shattered into hot, blinding black and pulsing white and keening wonder…
Ichimaru came back to himself slowly. He could hear the sound of his panting; a steady counterpoint to his toy's more audible gasping. The blond was wrapped around him as if Izuru feared he would be lost without him. The vulpine man could feel the cooling warmth of Kira's seed on his skin. Ichimaru crooned his bone deep contentment against a very bruised throat. Long slender fingers traced the ridges of bones on the healer's back, satisfied to simply hold this unique find.
Kira blinked as he felt himself being gently petted. A small sated smile crept across the blond's lips. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, he was going to ache for a while because of this morning and he wouldn't change a thing. Kira looked up to see Ichimaru grinning like the cat that had eaten the canary and it was the best damn thing in the world and he knew where to find more of the delicious bastards.
The healer blushed and looked away from such unapologetic wallowing in pleasure. Kira turned his head and noticed something strange. The petit man reached out with one hand and ran his finger through the grit scattered on the floor. Kira's brown creased into a frown as he pinched the stuff between his fingers, letting it fall grain by grain to the floor of the practice hall.
"There's sand on the floor," Kira sounded confused as he stared at the mound he had formed with his fingers. Ichimaru's eyes widened enough for the blond to catch a glimpse of them before they were squeezed shut again and the older man's lean body started to shake. Kira felt a jolt of alarm until he heard a snicker sounding against his ear. Ichimaru stole another look at his toy, who was looking more indignant by the moment, causing the silver haired man to snicker louder.
"I fucks da bothes of us stupid and da firsts thing ma Izuru says ta me is I gots sand on da floor." Ichimaru grinned in complete delight as Kira's offended expression melted to scarlet mortification. Ichimaru continued to snicker as the little healer clutched him and attempted to bury his blushing cheeks against the other man's shoulder.
"Is 'Zuru gonna tells me whats happened ta him?" Ichimaru stroked a hand down the warm damp skin of his toy's back. The question about the sand reminded of how this little encounter had all started. If someone had drugged his Izuru-chan, Ichimaru decided he was going to buy whoever it was a bottle of sake and then stab them somewhere non-vital, just because he enjoyed his tryst with Izuru didn't mean someone should feel they could mess with the healer…Izuru was his toy.
"It was a training accident," Kira's soft spoken reply caught Ichimaru completely by surprise. "It was a small miscalculation when we were learning a new healing technique." The blond pulled away from Ichimaru and gave him a worried smile. "You're not angry are you?"
"I thinks I wanna trains at Fourth with ya." Ichimaru grinned and brushed blond hair away from Kira's beautiful blue eyes. "Whens we has a training accident, people starts leakin' and screamin'." The younger man look so adorably relieved that he wasn't angry that Ichimaru just had to kiss him. A soft gentle kiss settled on Kira's lip as Ichimaru pulled himself free of the blond's warmth; the fukutaichou moved to lie beside the younger man. Kira moved to put his head on Ichimaru's shoulder but hesitated, casting a nervous glance at his superior, waiting to see if he would be rejected. When Ichimaru simply continued to lazily grin at the ceiling, Kira settled tentatively on his bony pillow. The blond slowly relaxed against the cool body lying on the floor beside him.
Ichimaru's thoughts turned from his delightful speculations on what went on behind closed doors over at the healer's compound, back to the young man who was cuddling up against him. His new toy was a rare prize. No one ever reacted to him like this; most people seemed to have an instinctive aversion to him, as if sensing that he was missing some basic component, that he was fundamentally malformed. A soft sigh feathering across his chest captured Ichimaru's attention.
The taller man tilted his head enough that he could watch Kira from the corner of his eye. It seemed that his little blond armful was engaged in a battle he had no nope of winning. Dark blue eyes fluttered valiantly, as they attempted to thwart sleep, but the outcome was not to be denied. Ichimaru crooned softly as fine blond lashes settled to rest against pale ivory cheeks. Another soft content sigh whispered from slightly parted lips that looked as if they were still begging for a kiss. Ichimaru ran a lone finger across the sleeping man's cheek; the vulpine man's smile gentled as the blond seemed to follow the slight caress.
Ichimaru stifled a yawn of his own, not wanting to disturb his resting playmate. Maybe he would catch a brief nap of his own. If he wanted to keep this Izuru then he owned Aizen a stack of paperwork. Ichimaru looked down at the young man and grinned. He might even give Aizen two stacks…
