Consummation

Ichigo's head was whirling. Shuuhei was carrying him away from the party and he could hear the voices quickly fade and the cool night air hit his face. He wasn't chilled though. He couldn't be when he was being held so tightly by Shuuhei, when even now Shuuhei was panting, was still caressing him, still taking time to occasionally kiss him as he flash stepped to his quarters.

Yumichika had been right of course. After Shuuhei had relaxed from the panic of having Ichigo gone and the worry that he might be attracted to one of his human friends, he had started thinking that maybe he didn't have to do anything about Ichigo right away. He was a cautious person who liked taking his time. Sure, he had feelings for Ichigo, but maybe he shouldn't complicate things right now was his thinking. Of course seeing him with Yumichika had thrown the logical part of his brain for a loop. Even considering that he could get the kid to not see Yumichika then there was still the matter of having to deal with eventually seeing Ichigo with other men. Plus, it's not like Shuuhei could even bring himself to date anyone else. Ever since he had become close to Ichigo he hadn't gone for a woman, for a relationship or for even just sex. Something like that should have been a giant red flag for him a lot earlier then when it did finally hit him, but Shuuhei had stubbornness down to his bones. When he failed the shinigami academy test, he took it again. When he failed a second time, he kept at it. By the time he was finally in, he was so good that he had excelled beyond all of his classmates and had been promised a position within a squad before he had even graduated. Even though he was scared to fight and scared of battle, he had, with the help of former captain, managed to hold on.

Now, he was completely sure of himself. That was always how it was. There was a long period of doubt and uncertainty, followed by some good old fashioned procrastination mixed with an obstinate nature, and then finally a break. He might look like he wasn't in control, and in a manner he wasn't, but this was absolutely what he wanted to do. Shuuhei wanted Ichigo, and Ichigo had been waiting patiently enough. Shuuhei wasn't about to let anyone else take away any of Ichigo's innocence, he wanted to be the one to show him everything. Even when he hadn't liked Ichigo, or at least hadn't admitted it to himself, he had found the idea of being that first person for Ichigo appealing. Considering how old everyone was in the Soul Society, something like virginity was rare and hard to come by, at least in someone as desirable as Ichigo.

"Ichigo, you should speak up right now if this is going someplace you don't want it to," Shuuhei said huskily as they approached his quarters, "Because I won't have mercy on you when we get inside."

Ichigo practically died at those words. God they were sexy. "No. I want whatever you can give," Ichigo said.

"Mmm," Shuuhei said, holding Ichigo close again, stopping just in front of his door to passionately kiss his neck. "You think you can take it, do you?"

"Absolutely," Ichigo replied back. "Assuming it's not too much for you."

"I'm going to break you," Shuuhei came back with, whispering the words into his ear.

Ichigo shuddered again. He was not winning this game with Shuuhei, Shuuhei was just too damn good with turning him on even when he wasn't trying. A Shuuhei that was trying to get him going was so unbelievably sexy that Ichigo was surprised that he had the presence of mind to even respond. "Fuck," was all he could say.

Inside, Shuuhei grabbed at Ichigo's clothing but Ichigo stopped him. "Slower," Ichigo said. Shuuhei growled a little at that. Ichigo laughed to himself. "I just want to take off your clothes myself is all," Ichigo explained. "After all, the little pervert that I am has been dreaming about it for some time."

"Oh god," Shuuhei moaned. Why was just talking turning him on so much? He'd admit that dirty talk was a turn on, but this was blowing his mind for some reason. If Ichigo didn't shut up then he wasn't going to take his time at all.

Ichigo started to undress Shuuhei, slowly. He took his time, rubbing his hands across Shuuhei's chest and legs as he did it. Shuuhei groaned a little at it. "Hey, you already got to do this when I was in the closet, it's my chance now," Ichigo said with a grin. Where is all of this confidence coming from? Ichigo thought. I thought I'd be a pile of mush on the floor by now but no I'm sitting here being a smart ass and groping Shuuhei while he begs for me to let him touch me.

That confidence started fading once he got down to Shuuhei's fundoshi though. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, Ichigo was chanting to himself. His hands were shaking as he grabbed onto the sides of the intricately tied undergarment and pulled it off.

Fuck…he's just naked now. Naked and aroused and grinning at me like the Cheshire cat.

Shuuhei was grinning widely, because after all, a man has his pride. Seeing Ichigo go from bold to weak at the knee at the sight of his…ahem…"manliness" was definitely an ego boost.

Ichigo was trembling all over as Shuuhei took off his clothes, being a lot more swift than Ichigo had been. Shuuhei paused at Ichigo's underwear as well. Can I handle this? If I backed out at this point I'm officially the worst person in the world. He took it off and then moaned. It feels so weird to be this turned on from seeing another man's hard cock, he thought to himself.

It had been a point at which Ichigo had been concerned with as well. Is he really going to do this? He had wondered. Hearing Shuuhei groan was all he needed though. "Please, touch me," Ichigo begged.

Shuuhei pushed him back onto the bed, which wasn't a plain futon but a very large and plush western style bed that he had had for years.

"Don't be nervous," Shuuhei told Ichigo.

"But…I mean…shouldn't I be a little? It's not like either of us have done this," Ichigo mentioned.

Shuuhei laughed. "Look, just because I've never been with a man doesn't mean that I've never had sex this way before."

"Oh," Ichigo said. He was very slightly jealous of Shuuhei's former lovers but fell more on the happy side thinking that at least Shuuhei had a little experience with anal sex. If he did it before, then hopefully that means he enjoyed it, right? Ichigo didn't want to think what would happen if he somehow didn't please Shuuhei, or if Shuuhei got grossed out, or if he…

"Take it easy," Shuuhei assured him.

"I'm just…I want to make you happy," Ichigo admitted.

"You're the one that's going to be doing the heavy lifting tonight," Shuuhei said. "It's your first time too, everything should be perfect. That's on me, not you."

It's funny that we're talking just like we would normally, except that we're naked in bed, pressed up against each other, Ichigo thought.

As much as Shuuhei would have loved to just have plowed Ichigo into the sheets, he also wanted to be considerate of Ichigo, so he took his time, explaining everything he was going to do as he got some lube.

"Um, well I've….experimented a little…" Ichigo said awkwardly.

"Oh yeah?" The idea kind of turned Shuuhei on. Scratch that, really turned him on.

Ichigo picked up on that. "Yeah, I've felt around myself, prodded myself while thinking of you doing it."

"Hm, well then, since you're the expert you'll have to let me know if dream-Shuuhei or the real thing does it better," Shuuhei said, not giving any warning as he placed his first finger into Ichigo. "I can barely believe you've done this before, even to yourself, you're so damn tight!" he said.

"Don't go and compare me to any woman," Ichigo reminded him, trying to not pass out from the feeling of having Shuuhei inside of him, even if it was just a finger.

"Don't worry, you're incomparable. You're Ichigo. You're the man who drove me so crazy that I couldn't hang onto my precious heterosexuality with a rope and both hands."

"It's not like I forced you," Ichigo smiled, trying to ignore the stretching.

"Oh yeah you did, the same as if I had a zanpakuto at my throat."

"Well, since I'm making you, you might as well make the most of it."

"I plan to," Shuuhei said. Ichigo was more or less fully prepped, but Shuuhei just removed his fingers and them began to kiss Ichigo again.

"Mmm," Ichigo moaned as he felt Shuuhei's tongue in his mouth. They played cat and mouse for awhile, before Shuuhei completely dominated Ichigo, leaving him panting and straining as Shuuhei playfully held him down.

Shuuhei knew that maybe he should have started with something a little lighter for Ichigo, there was a lot they could do while fooling around, but he had known the second that he kissed Ichigo at the party what he wanted. "Ready?" Shuuhei asked in a heavy whisper.

"…please…" Ichigo begged.

Shuuhei wrapped a hand around his cock and guided it in, trying to be firm but gentle.

"Mmppff," Ichigo said.

"Does it hurt?"

"Of course it hurts, you fucking ox! Next time I'm going for someone with a pencil dick," Ichigo shot off.

"Ha hahahaha!" Shuuhei laughed, pushing himself into Ichigo deeper. "Now that's for talking about someone else while we're in bed together." Inwardly, he almost passed out from the sensations he was getting. Ichigo was so tight and so hot that it was hard to keep his head.

"Shuuhei," Ichigo groaned. "I'm over it already, just move!"

Shuuhei did, starting slowly but then increasing his rhythm, enjoying the incredible noises that Ichigo was making underneath him. "Ichigo…" Shuuhei moaned. Ichigo pushed upward to meet his thrusts, arching his back in an impossible looking way. "Oh god, Ichigo!" Shuuhei said, louder.

"Shuuhei, god this is so much better…Shuuhei! More!" Ichigo demanded.

Shuuhei was happy to answer that request. He knew that Ichigo couldn't possibly hold on that long, he was already impressed with the kid's performance so far. He knew that there was someplace inside that he needed to hit for an extra…there it was.

Ichigo's head shot back, his mouth open, his breathing in large gasps. "Yes! There!"

Shuuhei hit Ichigo's prostate over and over again, then felt that Ichigo was probably at his limit and reached forward to grab onto Ichigo's cock. He had barely pumped at it a couple of times before Ichigo yelled Shuuhei's name one last time, coming all over himself and Shuuhei. Shuuhei couldn't withstand the tightness that came with Ichigo's powerful orgasm, and he came pressing himself in as deep as possible as he finally released himself, moaning heartily. The two lay there, panting.

"Um…" Shuuhei's mind was completely blank. "So…was it everything you expected?"

"You're always more than I expect," Ichigo answered. "It was amazing."

Shuuhei grabbed him and held him close, ignoring the stickiness and the mess. "Ichigo, you need to know that I…"

A soul phone went off. They hastily went through the piles of clothes on the ground to find it. "It's mine," Ichigo said, grabbing it and answering.

He listened for awhile, his face turning glum. "Alright, I'll be there," he said just before hanging up.

"What's going on?"

"Suspicious activity in section 55. Our squad is on duty for that area. They haven't been able to reach Renji, so I need to go and form a team and get moving."

"Right now?" Shuuhei asked, even though he knew the answer.

"Well, I'm planning on taking a quick shower," Ichigo said with a crinkled nose.

About ten minutes later Shuuhei was standing at his door seeing Ichigo off. This wasn't how I wanted this night to end, he thought. "Be safe, Ichigo," he said.

"Of course."

"You didn't have to miss your party just because of me," Byakuya mentioned.

"I know. I wanted to be with you. It seems like the weekends are the only times we get to spend time together."

"You know, I've always been mad about the night of the costume party," Byakuya said.

"What?" Renji responded. "I didn't even know…nothing happened…"

"Oh really? That's not what I felt," Byakuya said. "You spiritual pressure was definitely…aroused."

"Oh come on, that's not fair!"

"So I decided that the best thing to do was to get that image of Kurosaki out of your mind," Byakuya continued.

"You…what?" Renji pulled on his ties a little. "Take off the blindfold!"

"I'll think about it," Byakuya moved a little so that Renji could hear…

"What are you wearing? Is that vinyl?" Renji was starting to panic a little. Not that there was a lot that he could do in his position, tied spread eagle on Byakuya's bed. He had wondered at the new bed frame and wondered if Byakuya had bought it just for this.

"It is," Byakuya answered.

"Fuck…let me see…please?" Renji begged.

Byakuya leaned over and took off the silk blind fold.

Renji gasped. Byakuya was wearing what could only be called a sexy nurse outfit, assuming that nurses ever wore white skin tight vinyl and stockings with little red crosses on them. He was even wearing a little white hat with a large red cross on it, and had a stethoscope.

"Tell me," Byakuya said, still in a completely serious manner. "Where does it hurt?"

"Oh holy shit," Renji said.

"I should probably mention that you are in a very choice position for me to take advantage of you," Byakuya mentioned.

"For you too…" Renji strained on his ties again. "Heh, don't you think that we should talk about this first?"

"We are, right now," Byakuya said, sliding on top of Renji.

"What…are you wearing lacey white panties?"

"I am."

Well, there's really nothing to it at this point, Renji thought. Like I could ever resist him ever, and in this getup I might as well just cuff myself to the bed. He laughed to himself. Well, I technically already am.

"Well, you certainly look happy, Ikkaku," Kira said with a grin.

"Ha ha," Ikkaku laughed. "It was the best weekend ever."

"Oh, what happened?" Renji asked.

"He left the party with Rangiku and Yumichika," Kira said with a smile.

"Holy shit," Renji replied with wide eyes.

"Heh, yeah. That was just the beginning too. Yumichika made me promise that I'd do whatever he wanted that weekend. I thought that we'd be shopping or that I'd have to take him to the hot springs or something. That was not what he had in mind at all," Ikkaku answered happily.

"Well don't be so mysterious, tell all already," Renji pressed.

"He meant that I was his for the weekend. As in his slave for the whole weekend. As in his fucking sex slave all weekend."

"Wow," Kira replied.

"So how far did you take it?" Renji asked. "Did you go all the way with your sub/dom game?"

"Oh yeah," Ikkaku said. "It was kind of awesome. Not something I'd do all the time, but it was definitely fun to see Yumichika being so controlling."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Renji said.

They looked at him.

"I uh…just had fun this weekend too is all," Renji didn't really think that Byakuya would appreciate the details of their sexcapades being known to everyone.

"What about you?" Ikkaku asked Shuuhei, who hadn't said anything yet.

"Yeah, what happened after you and Ichigo left the party?" Kira asked.

"What?" Renji was shocked. "Yeah, what happened?"

Shuuhei sighed. "Well, we got together, which should be pretty obvious."

"Oh my god!" Renji said.

"Congratulations!" Kira joined.

"So you two are together now?" Ikkaku asked.

"I don't know," Shuuhei groaned. "I haven't talked to him about it yet."

"WHAT?" Renji yelled. "YOU'RE SUCH A BASTARD!"

"Listen HERE Renji, this is not my fault!" Shuuhei yelled back. "You're the one that was off having sex games with your ex-captain so Ichigo had to leave early! You think that I don't know that he's not out there worried about what happened and what it means? Worried that it's going to be like last time when I kissed him and that I'm just going to take it back? You think that I don't know that I've been jerking the poor kid around for months? Poor Ichigo has probably talked himself out of a relationship with me by this point, after days spent on the field he probably has written it off as just something that I accidentally let happen, because I never got a chance to tell him otherwise! So SHUT UP about how I'm such a bastard you dick and next time answer you FUCKING PHONE!"

Everyone stared at him in shock.

"I'm off," Shuuhei said, leaving.

"Wow, I guess that's probably good news for Ichigo though, right?" Ikkaku said.

"Yeah, he certainly seems wrapped up in him," Kira agreed.

Renji just sighed. Great, now I feel guilty, he thought.

"Hey Ichigo, good to see you back!" Renji greeted Ichigo warmly.

"Yeah, we just got here."

"And you came straight here? Don't you want to go and talk to Shuuhei?" Renji asked.

"About what?" Ichigo questioned, not meeting Renji's eyes.

Damn it, Shuuhei was right, Renji thought. Ichigo, you're such a…

"Ichigo!" Shuuhei said, coming into the door. "I thought I felt you nearby."

"Oh, hi Shuuhei, I…" Ichigo was cut off as Shuuhei leaned over and kissed him full on the mouth.

"Ichigo, are you free tonight?" Shuuhei asked.

"He's free right now," suggested Renji.

"Let's talk," Shuuhei said.

"Ok," Ichigo was blushing from head to toe.