Now I promised myself to do two chapters this week and so this is the second. After this I need to focus on some Completely Entwined and that takes a lot of concentration to get that one how I want it. So this one will be on the back burner for a few days. Any how enjoy!
Isshin looked at the sorry man looking half dead and grimly holding onto an equally shady looking character. The shock of blue hair was matted with blood that seemed to have dripped defying gravity and marred the once glistening locks.
"Oh now this looks a little painful what do we have here?" Isshin slid his arms beneath the other lilting side of the man.
"I was told to bring him here. A snobby geezer with long black hair and an expensive suit."
"Did he now." Isshin looked at the character again. "Well lets pop him up on this bed over here and I'll see what I can do for him." They edged towards the closest cubicle and slid Grimm groaning onto the bed.
"Yeah, well I need him at work asap." Isshin half listened as he spied Byakuya's handiwork. Now all he had to do is work out why he sent the chap here. When Isshin looked up the other was leaving rather hurriedly and he shrugged.
"Who the fuck are you?" Grimm groaned looking through his bloodied hair.
"I am a doctor."
"Yeah?" Grimm looked at the man and couldn't place it, but he knew he'd seed this guy before somewhere.
"Now how did you get yourself in this mess?" Isshin prodded at the cuts to his face.
"I fell." Grimm said through gritted teeth and flinched.
"Nasty fall." Isshin chuckled. "Now, I just need to make a phone call and I'll be right back. You fill in this form for me and we are set to get you as good as new." He passed the injured man a form on a clipboard and went off to call his son.
It was some minutes later that the doctor reappeared and he looked at the form Grimmjow handed him. Something about the guy had changed but Grimm wasn't sure. It was when the doctor jabbed his rather harshly with a needle that he jolted and fisted his hand. "What the hell kinda doc are you!" Grimm yelled.
Quite possibly your worst nightmare! Isshin thought but smiled as best he could. "Not afraid of a little needle are you? I thought it best to update your tetanus."
"I hate needles."
"Oh dear. Well your face rather needs a few stitches and I'm clean out of anaesthetic."
...
As she tried to sleep on the sofa, Rukia had to admit that at one point tonight she had warmed to her brothers plaything. They'd enjoyed a meal out in a swanky restaurant and ordered a special order of burgers which caused a bit of eyebrow raising but what the hell. They'd been to the pictures and watched a comedy – or nearly watched a comedy but had to leave for the pain it caused Ichigo to laugh so much.
She's also watched the lovers have a not so quiet little tiff about some jerk Ichigo's father just rang about what ever that was about she didn't want to know.
But now, she'd much rather be downstairs with Renji than knowing Ikkaku was hoovering not to far away and could hear everything she could. AND with a very big AND it was sounds she never wanted to hear from her brother's room again as long as she lived.
...
Grimmjow had had enough of his bed being bashed with a mop, or his sadistic doctor deciding that another injection of something was required. He'd endured having the stitches in his cheek, a gallon of blood taken, being prodded none to gently and left with the curtain open whilst he had his bare ass up in the air. He still couldn't fathom why the guy and his evil dark haired daughter of a nurse kept glaring at him. When the place quietened down and the doctor seemed to have disappeared for a good hour, he slid off the bed and into his tattered clothes.
Quietly he slid his way out of the curtained cubicle and noticed the doctors desk near by. He glanced at the family photos and snarled at the dark haired girl but then his attention was taken by the other photo. Three kids. One with bright ginger hair.
"Bastard set me up." He groaned and swiped the picture letting it fall to the floor and smashing the glass. Now he remembered Isshin picking Ichigo up outside the club and mentally slapped himself for being so blind.
Well he thought, This isn't over you fucking fags. He slid out of the clinic doors and Isshin sighed at the loss of a frame his wife had given him.
...
Byakuya rubbed his head where the plaster cast had just crashed into his skull and looked at his grimacing lover. He was sure that happened last night too. Maybe tugging the boy up into his lap was a little over ambitious right now.
"Ichigo?" He worried for the length of time the boy sat very still with his eyes clenched and his arms gripping him in a vice grip.
"What the fuck did you do that for?" Ichigo had been contentedly kneeling with a plump swollen noble in his mouth and enjoying the sounds he was ripping from the man when he was rudely yanked upwards. He opened his eyes and Byakuya thumbed away a stray tear that had broken through Ichigo's barrier.
"Why are you are in that much pain?" Ichigo had refused to touch the bottles on the table he was that determined to prove himself worthy of Byakuya's trust and where he probably would have consumed three by this time like yesterday, he had taken none. The pain was raw with no relief to muffle the actual level the broken bones had. Now with a protective care Byakuya slid him via his hips closer to his chest and wrapped him gently in the folds of his arms. A subtle rocking motion seemed to steady the trembling teen. "How many tablets have you had? Another would obviously help you."
"I didn't want to." Ichigo mumbled. "I... I don't know that... can I trust myself?" If everyone else saw good reason to doubt his ability to take them with caution, then what grounds did he have to trust himself? The throbbing had increased steadily over the course of the night and although sex had been a good distraction it had been wearing him down throb by throb to the point he doubted himself about everything. Ribs were the worse kind of bone to break. Every movement jostled the broken ends and there was just no way to keep your body still enough to avoid the flashes of angry sensation. But that last yank was a yank too far and he hated the pain as much as the damn tears that wanted to show how much it hurt.
Ichigo yelped and cursed as Byakuya laid him back down on the bed and lifted himself away. Ichigo watched through his pained eyes as the man yanked up the first garment he could find on the floor to modestly hide over his genitals and left the room.
The quiet but controlled breathing stirred the protective boyfriend in Byakuya again as he returned to the room to see Ichigo covering his eyes with his good arm. He was lying in a forced stillness that looked uncomfortable and awkward and it troubled the older man who knelt beside him. Byakuya pressed two painkillers into Ichigo's mouth and dripped a mouthful of water carefully between the parted lips.
There always was a part of healing, like a burn that was painful beyond description for days to the point that it blurred everything else out. You had to ride it to the crest as it built but then, it would drop away into half the threshold quickly after. Ichigo was settled right on that crest at the point of no return and he flinched at the touch of the hands trying to calm him; but Byakuya was not a man to say no to.
A slow movement took his arm from his face and Ichigo felt the soft tender lips of his lover apologising as they took away the tears. They bathed his face in delicate popping of kisses until they rested on his own pink buds and brushed back and forth tingling at the skin around his mouth. The feel of Byakuya's hair trailing down tickling his cheeks succeeded in seducing his mind to turn from the pain in the first step away from the crest.
The pale graceful hands glided over his chest and abdomen calming the trembling and replacing it with a warm feeling that was not quite a tickle. His skin felt alive and as the lips descended to pluck at the skin of his neck and shoulders a groan left him unbidden.
Much as last night, the magic touches of Byakuya's kisses stole him away from the pain mindset into the lust of lovemaking as they slid along each bruise and mark down his torso lit in the dim light of the side lamp.
"Byakuya..." Ichigo lifted the exquisite face back up to his and slid his lips over those welcome healing ones. Byakuya shifted between the teens legs deepening their kiss and he rubbing at Ichigo's erection as it pushed into his stomach. "Ahh..." Ichigo had to break from the kiss to tip his head back and let out some of his pleasure as it built within him at a rapid pace.
Byakuya let his long arm reach to the lube under his pillow and slicked his fingers. He moved back to panting boys mouth as he cautiously dipped his finger into the waiting bud between the tanned thighs.
"Just... Ohh... Fuck.... Byakuya... Don't wait." Ichigo grumbled into the mouth of the man teasing him with just his fingers.
Ichigo couldn't even pinpoint the moment when Byakuya was sheathed fully inside him. He had done it so slowly and mixing it with this immoral tongue in his mouth, it had been just too smooth and pleasant to realise as anything but another pleasure sensation rippling over his body. Byakuya's repertoire of intimate misdirection at full play yet again.
For him, Byakuya was too caught up with his guilt at hurting Ichigo and wanting to whisk him away to the land of happy ever after, that this whole affair had gone from the lust filled passion which saw him hurting his lover, to the bare essence of lovemaking. Each long push inside the man beneath him brought the upward curve of bliss closer to fruition. The look of divine and absolute sexual saturation on Ichigo's face made him want the boy more and more. He wanted to drown in the vast feeling of giving out his love and no other way than total intimacy and vulnerability did that more. Ichigo beneath him, now trembling, not because of pain, looked the definition of vulnerable beauty. He wanted more of this kid, he want to give more of himself to this kid too. A single minded thought directed his loins to dip and thrust, to push and press into the willing body under him. The bed groaned and creaked, the springs ground together and the wall thudded with the headboard to each deliberate penetration as the bed took the strain and not Ichigo's body.
Byakuya panted out his movements, punctuating each drive with a grunted exhalation that met Ichigo's whimpered cry of need. Each cry raised in pitch and speed as he moved step by step closer to coming. "By..." Ichigo let out a long groan. "By... I'm..." He froze rigid in fear of hurting himself any more tonight as the waves rippled through him and his seed flushed between their bellies. "Ohhh... Oh God... BYAKUYA!"
Two more harder pushes and Byakuya arched his back as a breathless shock rippled through him and he pulsed his orgasm in the dark heat inside Ichigo. A cry more like pain came from his lips and he narrowly missed crashing down on his lover as his arms began to shake from the effort of holding him up.
Their long day came to a close with a smiling soft kiss and Ichigo falling under the spell of the tablets at last. Byakuya let himself stay perfectly still for some long minutes after, content just watching the peaceful face of his lover. He placed delicate kisses over his bruised knuckles and whispered quietly as he let himself nestle his lips in the ginger hair. "Love you."
...
Byakuya woke at his usual hour and took a moment to be enjoy the fact that his lover was still here. These past two nights had been wonderful to wake with a human hot water bottle beside him and it made a change for the years of emptiness since Hisana. There was some pleasure to be taken in Ichigo being injured, out of work and no University. He placed a soft mushy kiss on the teens bare shoulder resting under his chin and climbed out of bed marvelling that the lad never woke as he showered and dressed.
He strolled out into the open apartment and frowned at the folded bed coverings and lack of his sister. Ahh but there is a note. He casually glanced at the housekeeper as she cleaned the kitchen and he picked up the note and read it. He tutted and picked up his mobile.
"Renji. If my sister is still in your room by the time I get to you, expect your head to meet your backside very soon... Yes good idea." He agreed to her feeling the need to eat breakfast upstairs and placed his phone back down on the table, turning to the open door of the bedroom and the sound of the bed covers shifting, but Ichigo didn't seem to be waking just yet.
The door opened and an annoyed looking Rukia entered.
"Nii-Sama." She quickly changed her expression.
"Your going home. I'm going to get Isane to book you a flight."
"But...."
"You're questioning my judgement?" He quickly interrupted her. Her head dropped and she said nothing else. "Good." He walked into the kitchen and began to fill the kettle and make them both a coffee. Rukia sat slumped at the table resigned to her fate and jiggled the pill bottles in her hands.
The mobile rang its shrill tone calling for Byakuya's attention and he rushed over to stop the dreadful noise before it was too late and Ichigo was woken. "What!" He barked down the phone at his poor unsuspecting secretary. He shook his head as he watched Ichigo grunting awake. He stormed around the table and snatched up the painkillers and pressed them into the hands of the groggy looking boy. "No its not really a good time..." He shoved the phone onto his shoulder and held it secure with his tilted cheek whilst his hands occupied themselves trying to get Ichigo into his bathrobe. "What?" He stood up tall all of a sudden. "Why am I suddenly included in the Gotei 13's social calender?" He narrowed his eyes at the explanation he was give and he shook his head. "Well decline it. I have no intention of attending any thing they set up." He went back to helping Ichigo and tied the sash around his waist. Ichigo followed him out into the dining area, well that was until the irate noble stopped abruptly. "You did refuse?" He remained rooted to the spot. "On just whose orders is this?" Byakuya turned to face Ichigo, but the teen could not read anything in the moonlight grey eyes that bored into him. "I've only been home for two nights... Isane get me out of this, I don't care what you have to do..." Byakuya took his phone away from his mouth and held his hand over the mouth piece. "Fuck it!" He swore and his face fell into a blind anger. "Yes, I'm still here!" He snapped. "I have things I have to organise, delay my flight as long as you can. Book Rukia, Renji and Shuhei with me... No just us." Ikkaku would stay behind regardless and a look of defeat crossed his face. "Fine... I will see you then."
Byakuya didn't need to say anything to Ichigo, the boys face said it for both of them.
"But you've just got back." His voice boarded on mild hysteria. "Byakuya, you can't do this, you were gone for weeks and I... and I... I don't want you to go!"
"The sotaicho had obviously been inciting his highness to press me on personal matters. I have no choice Ichigo but to go home, I am being ordered to by the palace."
"But this is your home!"
"This is just a stop over apartment. I have never stayed this long here before. One two nights usually and that is all. I live in Tokyo under the shadow of the palace." Byakuya watched the boy intently take in all this new information and his downcast face fitted his slumped shoulders. He grasped Ichigo's chin and lifted his head. "I will find a way to be with you." He said to soften the blow.
"I'm not good at missing you."
"And you think I am any better?"
Sorry I haven't replied to your reviews from the last chapter, but this story just wouldn't lie down and my brain was fixed on getting this out to you. Sadly the couple are about to be split up again and the palace has ideas of its own about Byakuya and what to do with his private life. Meanwhile Ichigo thinks staying with his dad would be a good idea - but maybe not. So thank you for making me chuckle and feel all warm and fuzzy inside for the brilliant comments. Hope I delivered a great chapter to you again.