Author: Hello~! You're all wondering what happened to me? No? Well, I got caught up with some crap here and there, but managed to finish this! 3 Yay! Unfortunately, we won't have any special guests...
Hichigo & Zangetsu: (Appears behind Author)
Author: Agh! HOLY CRAP!!! (Faints from surprise.)
Hichigo: Weakling (Pokes Author with a stick.)
Zangetsu: (Reads from Author's paper) Warning: Lemon Alert! Be on the lookout! Disclaimer: I don't own the series and if I did...(starts thinking about ideas and pairings) Enjoy!
Hichigo: What a weird fangirl...
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"Ah!" Ichigo yawned, stretching his stiff limbs. "What a great nap," he huffed, then opened his eyes to find no Toushiro before him.
"Toushiro?" The strawberry called out. Narrowing his eyebrows, he scanned every nook and cranny, but he only found a little note on his desk. He read it aloud, "'I'm staying at Urahara's for tonight. Sorry for the inconvenience and good night. Love, Toushiro.'"
He could have just woken me up instead. In frustration, the deathberry crumpled the little note, but he really couldn't stay mad for long; sitting on the edge of his bed, Ichigo continuously stared at the disfigured Post-It, written in his beloved's handwriting.
"Ichi-nii! Toushiro-kun! Dinner's ready!" Yuzu's yelling voice made its way to her big brother's ears. Ichigo widened his eyes.
Sh-! Dammit Toushiro, you left at the wrong time!! Ichigo screamed his head. How the hell am I going to explain that you left and exited out of my window?! The teen sighed, then shouted at the lop of his lungs, "You mind if we can eat dinner in here?"
"Sure! Just don't make a mess in there!"
The Substitute sighed in relief. One major disaster avoided, he thought, closing his eyes. Though...wish you could told me where you were going...
"Oh what look what I found Zangetsu: a sad little boy that wants his boyfriend back with him."
Ichigo frowned, knowing that voice way too well, and opened his eyes to find himself in his Inner World, where everything was sideways. However, today was different from his other visits: for one thing, it was snowing. Pure white snowflakes fell, though it freaked Ichigo, because they fell sideways, the same way as the buildings and everything in this dimension.
"We're over here king." The strawberry spun his head around, to see his hollow self and Zangetsu, whose top of the black coat had a fresh cover of white powder on his shoulders.
"What the hell is happening here?" The orange-haired boy asked, wondering where all this snow is coming from.
"Honestly, I don't know what the fuck you've been doing, but it seems that your new 'friend' has established himself in our world," Hichigo said in an irritated voice. "I can't believe you're the friggin' bottom! Though, that would reasonable, considering you're not a man..."
"SHUT UP!" Ichigo's face flushed many shades of red, much to the sadistic amusement of Hichigo while the old man remained the same, unfazed by his master's new behavior. "Anyway, old man, do you have any idea what the hell is going on?"
"...I believe your other self spoken half-truth. It's true that your...friend has made his way to your subconsciousness, but the other contributing factor it's snowing here," the zanpaktou spirit stated, raising a pointing finger at Ichigo, "is the fact you wish that young person was, right now, with you."
Ichigo widened his eyes a little, but soon, those chocolate eyes returned to normal, with a bigger glow to them. This action caught his two spirits by surprise, but Hichigo recovered quickly, asking, "What's with face? You having perverted thoughts about the little kid?"
Ichigo, instead reprimanding his hollow, kept smiling peacefully. "No," he responded quietly, "I'm just really happy, that's all."
His hollow eventually sighed, scratching the back of his head. "Tch, you're really a strange king."
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Toushiro shot his eyes open, finding himself in a warm futon. "What the...? Oh yeah, I remember now." A flood of memories were coming back, the last being the soutaichou informing him that tonight, he'll be heading back to Soul Society. Leaving a certain person all alone...
"Ohayo, Hitsugaya-kun~!" Urahara singed, barging in with a tray of assorted foods in his hand, nearly scaring the wits out of the Toushiro. Yoruichi, in her human form and fully dressed, followed right after the blonde man. Setting the food near the futon, Urahara began speaking, "So, are you ready to tell Kurosaki-kun about the latest news yet?"
"...hell no," the captain replied. Frowning, he didn't really want to leave Karakura Town just yet. Secretly, the ice dragon wished that he would have Ichigo's courage and defy Yama-jii's orders, but that's the thing: it wasn't him to disobey. If he did it, he can kiss his real world mission privileges goodbye. Still, it's not fair that soutaichou just had to call him back now. Fate sucks.
Yoruichi took in a deep breath before screaming at the top of her lungs, "BAKA! You should really take it like a man and suck it up!" Once she was done ranting, both males were looked at her oddly before they returned to normal.
"I'm sure Ichigo-kun won't mind you going back to Soul Society," Yoruichi continued speaking, "but what does matter is that you tell before you leave. He gets very pissed when someone close to him leaves without saying goodbye or some sort. If I were in your shoes, I'd definitely tell right away."
Toushiro had nothing to say; he was beyond speechless. She's right, though I really don't want hurt Ichigo by departing...
"Anyway, you should get dressed before you're late for school," Urahara spoke up, trying to lighten up the sullen taichou. The adults got up and left the tendo to eat his breakfast, with Ichigo being the only thing on his mind.
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After arriving at school, the ice dragon did his best to evade the strawberry whenever possible. He just didn't have the courage to inform the news to Ichigo, though it made the thought of departing from him harder.
Meanwhile, Ichigo was angered and worried when his koji-ouji would brush him off as if he didn't have any time for him. Did I do something wrong? He kept repeating that question to himself in his head, deciding he confront his boyfriend right after fourth period.
Strolling through the hallways, Ichigo, while his eyes were closed, accidently bumped into someone, who turned out to be Zen. "Oh, Zen! Hey, sorry 'bout that!" He apologized hastily.
"It's all right," Zen replied happily, though the deathberry didn't have any time to spare for his friend, but before speeding off, a hand clasped onto his arm. Ichigo winced when it tightened around his arm, and twirled his head to see Zen's eyes glistening.
"Why don't you choose me instead of him?" Zen whispered silently.
"Huh?" Ichigo didn't really catch what his friend had just said, but Zen smiled and let his grip loosen of the strawberry's arm, who pulled back and hanged at his side. There was one awkward silence before Ichigo retreated from the sight, searching for Toushiro.
At the roof of the building, the ice-wielder laid against the metal fence, his head slightly turned to get a wide view of the town he was leaving. It's been only a few days, but he felt like he truly lived here, with Ichigo...
"Toushiro?" The said captain's eyes then located where the voice came from: his beloved, whose forehead had beads of sweat dripping down his face and his breaths rapid and shallow. With a deep breath, he said, "I finally found you!"
"Ichigo, what are you doing here?" Taichou coldly asked the carrot top.
"I could ask you the same question," Ichigo responded in a depressed tone. "Why have you been avoiding me lately? It's not fair keeping things to yourself Toushiro..."
Toushiro soften his gaze and turned around so he wouldn't stare into Ichigo's face. "I'm departing for Soul Society today."
"Huh?" Ichigo uttered dumbly.
Toushiro rubbed the side of head; sometimes, he wonders how this Substitute shinigami paved the way into his icy heart. "I'm leaving Karakura Town today," the koji-ouji repeated himself.
That's when Ichigo fully understood the captain's words. Discomfort began to stack around his heart. "Why couldn't you tell me this before? You could have save both of us from all this trouble," he said with a forced smile, then wondered why Hitsugaya was pointing at him with his index finger.
"That's why."
"'That's why,' what?" Ichigo questioned hesitantly.
"Because of you, who always hides his true feelings for others' sake. I didn't tell you so you wouldn't be so sad, but unfortunately..." Toushiro paused in his speech, spinning around, eye-to-eye with Ichigo's chocolate orbs. "It didn't work out as I planned, and only hurt us more. For that, I'm sorry Ichigo..."
The strawberry's gaze brighten, as his shoulders finally released all the tension built up. "Toushiro, it's okay. I wouldn't be upset if you were needed back in Soul Society. However," Ichigo balled his hand into a tight fist, shooting it in the air. "I can't forgive for not telling me sooner!"
Hitsugaya-taichou was taken back by the deathberry's outrage, but soon smiled gently and walked over to him. Once he got close enough, the ice dragon pulled an appalled Ichigo into a loving hug. "Baka," he commented cooly.
Ichigo, having no idea where the usual Toushiro went, gave in, returning the hug and warming up the tendo's freezing body. Nuzzling into the sea of snowy hair, he whispered, "Do you know when you're coming back at least?"
"No, not yet, but I promise I'll visit you as much I can." Toushiro affirmed the carrot top. Something moist touched the surface of his pale skin. "Ichigo, are you...?" He didn't need to ask any further as muted sobs escaped from Ichigo's voice box.
"It's really not fair." Ichigo's usual tone faltered, accompanied by a string of hiccups. "I finally get say, 'I love you,' then you have to go..."
Hitsugaya knew this was coming and stroked the back of Ichigo's head, calming the sadden teen with sweet, comforting words. "It's all right Ichigo. I know how you feel, but we're tough aren't we? If we can overcome this separation, then we'll be able to last much longer during long periods of time. So, don't cry. It pains me that you're hurt." Ichigo nodded, lifting his head up to reveal red eyes and clear tears flowing down his cheeks. Using one hand, Toushiro caressed the tanned skin and wiped away the tears in order for him to press his chilled lips against Ichigo's rosy pair.
Ichigo closed his eyes, enjoying every moment they were connected. Soon, their tongues met and fought for dominance, with Toushiro winning by a landslide. But the pleasure didn't stop there: a hand traveled downward and gave a light squeeze, making Ichigo disconnect and cringe at the unfamiliar touch.
"Toushiro..." The strawberry moaned silently.
"I can't take it," the taichou said roughly. Before Ichigo could understand what he meant, his body was pushed down to the ground and above him was Toushiro, with a look of hunger in his sea-colored eyes.
Without hesitation, the captain dived in and attacked Ichigo's neck with small pecks to fierce bites while using his tongue to soothe the pain away, and earned shallow moans from withering person under him.
"Wa-wait, To-toushiro!" Ichigo stopped the taichou from doing anything further, placing his two hands on those tense shoulders. His face flushed red, panting rapidly. "What are you doing?!"
"What does it look like? I'm making sure you belong to me," Toushiro stated proudly.
"Well, not here when anyone can just walk up here!" Ichigo shouted, embarrassed how the little captain cared little about this situation. "What's wrong with you?!"
"Well, then-" Toushiro picked up the teen, carrying him bridal style, "-shall we continue this at your house?" He asked seductively into the redden ear. Before Ichigo got the chance to deny anything, Toushiro flash stepped in his gigai body to the Kurosaki residence and thankfully, the household was unoccupied by anyone else. Entering through an open window, he threw Ichigo, who kicked his shoes off, on the bed and continued from the roof. Crashing his lips against Ichigo's strawberry pair while his hands entangled themselves in the sea of wild tangerine mane.
Meanwhile, the deathberry wrapped his arms around the captain's neck, blushing all the way to Mach 5. When they broke apart for breath, Ichigo muttered, "To-toushiro..." Taichou felt a hint of nervousness in that tone.
"Ichigo, I won't do it if you don't want it," the ice dragon whispered, however, Ichigo smiled, mouthing the words, "I want it, koji-ouji." Without hesitation, Toushiro planted a quick chaste kiss on the tanned cheek and continued to move his hand down south, unbuttoning the white school shirt, revealing very toned muscles. Taichou's hands traced the outline of each muscle while his mouth left small pecks to Ichigo's neck and continuing downward to his chest, earning a few lovely moans from the writhing strawberry.
His chocolate eyes slightly open, the deathberry wondered when did the captain learn how to pleasure a man. Though, this thought was pushed to the back of his mind when something brushed against his sensitive nipple. "Ah," he cried, blushing a little harder, then lost all common sense when a hand began rubbing there through the fabric of his pants. "Tou-toushiro, please..."
"Ichigo," the small captain called out his lover's name, using his left hand to unzip the pants while at the same time, his mouth covered one of those perked nipples. Ichigo's breaths soon became quick and rapid, feeling nothing but this euphoric feeling that sent jolts to his now hard-on. Extracting the slacks from those beautiful, but powerful legs, and tossing it to the floor, he slipped his hand through the waistband of the underwear and caressed the length gently.
"Ah!" Ichigo cried out, feeling his ice prince's digits running up and down his erection. Once Toushiro began pumping him slowly, tears began to form at the corner of his eyes; Toushiro stopped at once when he noticed this, much to the Substitute's dismay.
"Ichigo, are you okay with this?" The tendo asked concernedly.
"Ye-yes, it's just-" Ichigo's face redden than before, now coloring his face pink. "I'm not use to this kind of thing..."
"Don't human males, what's the phrase...'jack off?'"
Ichigo blushed harder than before. "Well, I don't do that kind of stuff! It's embarrassing to even think about..."
Toushiro thought how sweet it was that Ichigo is innocent. And I'm corrupting him by doing this. Shaking his head of such ridiculous thinking, his strokes sped faster, but before Ichigo could release, Toushiro removed his hand and began licking it before taking it whole.
"Ah!!!" Ichigo came into Toushiro's mouth, panting heavily with his chest rising up and down rapidly. He saw the captain's face, now sticky with his cum, licking his mouth with his tongue, smirking to no end. Ichigo flushed, yelling, "Don't do that Toushiro! It's all dirty!"
"And what of it?" Toushiro said in a sexy voice, "However, you taste like oranges today."
Ichigo frowned, whipping his head to the side. "Shut up!" Soon, he saw three fingers in front of his mouth.
"Suck," the captain instructed, "unless you want it rough."
Is this the same Hitsugaya Toushiro he knows?! The captain wouldn't do something this...this...this perverted! What happened to the sweet and adorable person he knew and loved?! Though, he didn't mind at all his Toushiro being this way...
Ichigo took the three fingers into his mouth, sucking on them with no feeling. It felt kind of awkward, but got use to it after thirty-seconds.
"All right, that's good enough." Toushiro said, pulling out those three fingers out Ichigo's mouth. Placing his index finger at the entrance, giving it the slightest amount of pressure, Ichigo's moans turned to wails when it entered.
He felt the finger wiggling around, trying to find something. When it shifted to a different angle, Ichigo howled with pleasure.
"Oh, I found it already? That was quick," Toushiro commented bluntly, then added another finger, scissoring to space the tight walls. Ichigo brought up a hand up to his mouth, biting hard in order not to release cries of pain.
"Relax Ichigo," Toushiro said softly, realizing that the entrance grew tighter but soon lost all tensity. Adding one more, Ichigo felt like his insides were tearing up and abused his prostate so much, he almost came again, but the captain stopped before Ichigo had the chance to do so. Once they were removed, he closed his eyes, the pain slowly fading away and relief filling his chest...until he heard unzipping from Toushiro.
"Ichigo, before I move on, I want you to know this: I'll always love until the end of time," Toushiro said earnestly. Staring at Ichigo, his lover replied, "I didn't know you were the kind to say cheesy lines," with a smile full of happiness. "I love you too, Toushiro."
Smiling himself, Toushiro felt what remains of his icy heart melt away and kissed Ichigo before pulling out his pulsing length out. "I'm entering." Lining himself up with Ichigo's entrance, he pushed it slowly, earning a sharp inhale from the deathberry. "Breath Ichigo."
"I am!" The Substitute pouted playfully. "Geez..." The captain placed another kiss on the cheek, and at a leisurely pace, he moved in and out of Ichigo, who moaned rather loudly, as he spiraled into pleasure. Just when he thought that was enough, Ichigo's prostate was found and repeatedly hit on the mark.
"To-toushiro!" Ichigo chanted the white-haired male's name over and over until he came, splattering over abdomen area. Not before long when Toushiro also came, only more calmer than Ichigo's.
"Ichigo, you are mine," Toushiro mumbled, laying his head on top the Substitute's chest.
Ichigo closed his eyes, hugging the small figure lovingly. "I love you, koji-ouji."
"I love you too..."
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Toushiro carefully got off his strawberry, who stirred slightly at the loss of body warmth occupying against his body. Taking a shower, as the water ran down his lean physique, the tendo thought back of what he and Ichigo had done before sleeping half of the day away. He finally marked Ichigo as his own. The image of Ichigo smiling flashed in his mind and that was enough to make the taichou happy. However, he only had thirty minutes left before departing Karakura Town for Soul Society. It was unfair that the two must separate, but he knows that Ichigo is tough and can handle on his own; what really troubled his mind was that Zen guy. That guy was damn persistent...he pisses Toushiro to no end and hoped that nothing will happen during his absence.
Dressing in school uniform after he dried up from his shower, the ice dragon hooked the snowflake pendant around his neck. Touching it gently, he glanced over at the occupied bed and sighed. Deciding to leave through the window, he was about to when something tugged the end of his shirt. Spinning his head around, he saw the deathberry fully awake.
"You're leaving now?" Ichigo knew the answer, but he wished that it wasn't true.
The captain nodded sorrowfully. "Yes Ichigo, though I wish I can be a permanent residence here in this world, but as a taichou of Soul Society-"
"I know, you have certain duties to uphold and set an example for all other shinigami. I get it," Ichigo smiled, though he hid his pained face, but he felt his head being tilted upward by a hand cupping his chin. Staring into those glistening teal orbs, Ichigo's smile soon disappeared and was replaced by a sadden expression. "Toushiro," he said, pulling the captain into a tight hug.
Massaging the back of Ichigo's head, the captain whispered, "It'll be all right, I promise. No matter what, I'll be in here." By "here," he pointed his index finger at left side of Substitute's chest, indicating the heart. This action only made Ichigo more sad than before, but now, he smiled.
"Toushiro..." The two broke the connection between them.
"I love you, Kurosaki Ichigo," Toushiro confessed, pulling out something from his pocket that caught the teen by absolute surprise: a ring with a small, orange gem in the shape of a circle. It was the object that Matsumoto had given him before he heading for Karakura Town. Never thought it would come in handy...I need to thank her and Ukitake-taichou for this. "I want you to have this, because when I come back, I'm going to make sure I stay forever. Do you want me to stay forever when I get back?"
Ichigo didn't know what made him space out, but when he came back to his senses, he cried tears of happiness. For the first time in years, he finally found happiness; he'll never forget this moment. "I do," he cried between hiccups while the said person slid the ring onto Ichigo's left, ring finger. "Thank you...you've made me the happiest person in the two worlds..."
Toushiro had a tear running down his cheek and smiled softly. "You're welcome. Aishiteru, ichiban hogosha." With that, he kissed Ichigo and exited the room through the window, leaving a small breeze behind.
"Toushiro..." Ichigo muttered the name before placing the hand with the ring on it close to his beating heart.
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"Oh, Hitsugaya-taichou! Nice of you to join us!" A certain blonde singed, waving his fan in a lazy fashion. The white-haired captain paid no attention to the shopkeeper, who complained about him being mean and headed for the basement. Down there, he was greeted by two people he did not expect.
"Ukitake-taichou? Shunsui-taichou? What are you doing here?" The mildly bewildered tendo asked the two tall figure before him.
"Well, isn't that obvious? We're here to pick you up," Ukitake-taichou said with a salesperson's grin. Toushiro had a feeling why these two volunteered to escort him back to Soul Society.
"If you're interest about my relationship with Kurosaki right now, then you can forget it, because I'm in no mood to do so."
"Wha-?! But Shiro-kun-"
"It's 'Hitsugaya-taichou,'" Toushiro corrected.
"Why?! Did something bad happen between you two?"
"No!" Rubbing the side of his head, Hitsugaya saw the Hell Butterfly and followed it to the Senkaimon with the two men following behind his trail, popping up with questions that seem to never end.
Ichigo, I'll be back...soon. With the thought ringing in his mind, the trio crossed over to Soul Society.
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In the Forest of Menos, Ulquiorra, the Cuarta Espada, stood before numerous hollows, having no expression whatsoever on his pale face.
"What do you want?" One of the hollows asked roughly.
"I have a proposition for you," the espada spoke in a cold manner before shooting a cero at one of the incoming hollows, disintegrating into nothingness. "And it'll be wise for you all to listen."
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In the communications command room, lay several shinigami dead while one, barely alive, tried to reach for the emergency signal, but was slashed down by a zanpaktou from behind.
The mysterious person scoffed, "This is horrible security." When that person stepped into the light from the shadow, it revealed to be Kusaka, whose blade dripped with fresh blood and was sheathed it. Heading towards the mainframe, he examined where the keyboard is and when it was, he quickly typed in the access codes, given to him by Aizen, that'll lead to Soul Society's downfall the next day.
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Omake
"Ne, Toushiro," Ichigo called out his lover's name right before the captain left for Urahara's.
"What?"
"How were you so experienced in...sex when you're a virgin yourself?"
There was a long silence before Toushiro went over to Ichigo's desk and pulled out a pink manga. Tossing over to Ichigo, who caught perfectly, he said, "That belongs to Kuchiki-san."
"Rukia?" Ichigo raised an eyebrow, then stared at the cover, which had a guy in the arms of another guy, and name of the manga. "Junjou Romantica?" Randomly opening it on a page, Ichigo was sent into a state of shock before screaming the raven-haired girl's name in a fit of rage.
Meanwhile, at Orihime's house, Rukia sneezed and wondered who could have been thinking of her.
End
Author: OMG, that was my first time writing a lemon and it was friggin' hard! Gah! I had so many dead brain attacks while writing that part. Now, what is the enemy planning? How will Ukitake-taichou and Shunsui-taichou react to Toushiro taking Ichigo's virginity? What will become of the two?! (Man, do I love living you guys on a cliffhanger. I'm so evil. Kufufufu...) Hope you enjoyed reading!
