Chapter 11 – Revelations

Warnings: The usual – yaoi sex, foul language, adult situations.

Disclaimer: Not. Own. Bleach. Or the characters. Drat!

Turning to his patients, Ichigo put the bad day behind him. It wouldn't do for him to approach his beloveds with a sad face and a bad mood … it wasn't their fault that today was the anniversary of Hayato-san's death. They deserved better than that. He went to Szayel-san first, scanning the patient visually, noting the sheen that had returned to the man's bright pink hair, the healthy glow to his once-hormone-ravaged skin, the slow rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. "Good evening, Szayel-san," he murmured, approaching and standing at the bedside. "You look good … Renji took good care of you today, I see." He checked the urine and feces bags, changed the IV fluid, and then got to work on the rest of his routine.

Renji had already provided mouth care, so Ichigo set up the man's parenteral nutrition bag and got it going. He removed the Texas catheter and cleaned Szayel's penis, then left it lying on a warm clean towel, like allowing a baby to go without a diaper so that the skin could get some air. The Texas catheter was much like wearing a condom with a tube that drained the urine by gravity. Wearing a condom 24-7 wasn't good for anyone, so Ichigo was vigilant in caring for that area's delicate skin.

He massaged Szayel's legs and set up the passive motion machine that would work his muscles. Then he turned to Shinji.

The blond was lying on his side, facing away from Ichigo. When Ichi walked around the bed, he saw that Shinji's eyes were open, staring sightlessly at nothing. He bent over to put himself into the man's line-of-sight and said, "Hello, Hirako-san. I missed you today." He laid a hand alongside the younger man's cheek and smiled into his eyes. "You look great. And I can tell you are feeling better. So I will say it again: whenever you wish to wake up, please do." Hidden from Jaegerjaques-san's view by the Japanese screen, he leaned forward and kissed Shinji's forehead. "Now let's get you taken care of, okay?"

He turned Shinji back onto his back, and did all the little necessary things to insure the man's comfort and healing. Mouth care, trach care, rubbing moisturizer into his skin, massaging his legs. When he set up the PM machine, Shinji's eyes were still open. He leaned over and smiled into his face. "I'll be back soon. Relax and enjoy, and I'll do your arms next."

Ichigo skipped his break, not wanting to have down-time to think about things. He collected blood, sputum, and urine samples for the lab, he worked both men's arms in the range-of-motion exercises, he did his charting. Lunch time came quicker than he would have thought. Soon enough, Ishida stood in the doorway, face expressionless behind the square rimless glasses he wore, watching Ichigo come out from behind Szayel's screen. Ichigo stripped off his gloves (he'd just finished putting Szayel's catheter back on), and tossed them into the waste bin. "Hi, Uryuu," he said. "Lunch time already?"

"Yep. And you don't have to give me mine, I only have one patient in my room now since Nnoitra-san has been moved out, so I took my lunch in the room." Ishida approached, looking at the monitors for both patients. "Anything to report?"

"Nope," Ichigo replied, aware that Grimmjow had stood up behind him and was currently stretching with a muffled yawn. "I have stuff to do after break, but it'll wait for me. Just keep an eye on them for me, and if Hirako-san makes any vocalizations, count them for me, would you?"

"No problem. Enjoy your lunch. And take your time." A glimmer of a smile on that stoic face, then he turned and went to check on Shinji.

"Ready ta go?" Grimmjow asked quietly, his so-blue eyes calm and steady as he looked down at Ichigo.

"Sure."

"Let's get something at the cafeteria," Grimmjow suggested, sliding his feet into his slippers, "and then we'll head up to the roof, that okay with you?"

"Fine." Ichigo's mood was slipping, now that he was 'off duty'.

…

Ten minutes later, the two men were settled on the roof, leaning back against the concrete railing, out of the chill breeze that had started up. Containers of food sat between them – each man had taken what he wanted and filled a Styrofoam plate that balanced on their respective laps. Chopsticks lightly clicked as they took the edge off their hunger, interspersed with sips of hot coffee.

When the feeding frenzy died down, Grimmjow spoke between bites. "So … I can tell ya had a shitty day today. Ya look like ya didn't get enough sleep or somethin'. Did anythin' happen?" He lifted some noodles as he spoke and popped them into his mouth when he stopped.

"Yeah. Well, kinda. Not today … it's like … " Ichigo paused, unsure how much he could actually tell the other man.

"Don't worry about what I think. Just spill," Grimmjow said after he swallowed. He picked up his coffee cup and gestured with it. "I think ya need to talk. And here I am, ready ta listen. Go ahead. Really."

Ichigo glanced at him. The bluenet's face was calm and composed, his forehead smooth. He gestured with the coffee cup again, as if to say, go on, dammit. Ichigo took a deep breath, running his free left hand through his hair. "It's … today – I mean, yesterday was the anniversary of the death of a very dear friend. He … he was a former patient of mine, we became friends after he woke up … and then a few months later, he was killed. Murdered. Pretty much by his own brother."

Grimmjow had stopped moving, his eyebrows up, eyes on the younger man. The slump of Ichigo's shoulders made it clear that the day had affected him profoundly. "By his brother, huh. What kind of mother-fucker does something like that."

"A jealous, bitter older brother who couldn't stand what his little brother had become," Ichigo said, his voice betraying his own bitterness. "Who couldn't stand that his family had accepted his younger's brother's lifestyle, who thought his little brother was damaging to the family name … who, I think, had a brother complex and was strangled by feelings of jealousy and fury that another man could have him while he could not." This was Ichigo's private theory.

These last words struck Grimmjow to the heart. He turned his face away as he considered the words 'brother complex'. Shit. Hadn't he had that, too, in a major way? Not any more, of course, those feelings had gone by the wayside long ago, now he only felt brotherly love toward Zay … but once upon a time, he'd harbored a fierce adoration for his older brother, a physical yearning that overcame all notions of propriety, the love that had burned inside him like a fucking bonfire. What would he have done, in the midst of all that, if his love wasn't returned by Szayel? If he had to watch him courted by, taken by, another man? What would he have done?

But now wasn't the time for shit like that, he reprimanded himself. That was OVER. "And he killed your friend," he said matter-of-factly. "Where's the cocksucker now?"

"Prison."

"Good."

"Yeah."

"So what happened today?" Grimmjow understood the sadness accompanying such an anniversary … but it seemed to him like there was something more.

"I went to visit Hayato-san's grave," Ichigo said, sighing out his beloved's name.

"Okay … go on." Grimmjow took another bite of noodles, removing the pressure of his gaze from Ichigo so he'd feel more comfortable about continuing.

"But …." After a false start, Ichigo's worries poured out in a flood. "But … I think I … Kuchiki-sensei a-approached me before that, wanting to go s-somewhere I think, but I couldn't, it was Hayato-san's day, and I had to tell him no, to put him off, and I think he was h-hurt or something because I turned him down, and I tried to explain but I don't think I did it very well, and I don't know, but I think maybe it's going to r-ruin everything before it even gets started, and I think it's all my fault, but I couldn't make him understand without telling him everything and I didn't want to do that. He wouldn't understand, he doesn't think like that, he doesn't feel like that, it's not the way he was brought up, but there was nothing else I could do, it was Hayato. I … there was nothing else I could do." Ichigo stopped himself from rambling. Even to his own ears it sounded stupid, but he couldn't tell any more. Jaegerjaques-san wouldn't understand. No-one would. Right?

"Hmm." Which was Grimmjow's only response. He looked at Ichigo through narrowed eyes, trying to hide his irritation at the confirmation of Dr. Prick as Ichigo's special person. Ichigo was quiet now, his head down, eating his fried rice. "I get the feelin' that this Hayato was more than just a friend," he said quietly. Ichigo's head jerked up. "No, no … no worries, yeah? Yer past is yer past, whoever was in it is no concern of mine, y'know," Grimmjow said soothingly. "Why couldn't ya just tell … Sensei … that this guy was more than just a friend?"

Ichigo bent his head back down again, staring at his plate. "'Cause he knew Hayato, too. He knew him from when he was a patient here. I was afraid he would think … I dunno … that I'd done something wrong. I just don't think he'd understand, I guess."

"Ya didn't even give him a chance, though, didja." Inside, Grimmjow couldn't believe he was standing up for Dr. Fuckface, what the fuck?! But if he didn't stand a chance with Ichigo any more, he had to accept a more minor role in the guy's life – and tonight that was the role of confidant. An ear to listen, as he had promised.

"I …" Ichigo stopped, looking skyward, thinking this over. Would Byakuya have understood? Somehow, he still didn't think so. And did he really want to tell anyone all about his beloveds? Maybe, someday, if he met that person, the one he'd want to marry and spend the rest of his life with … then, certainly, yes. But this thing with Sensei was new … and if Ichigo wanted it to get to the point of 'always and forever', it wouldn't do to confess about his beloveds too soon. In his heart, Ichigo knew that that person would understand. But was Byakuya 'that person'? It was too soon to tell.

Finally, he spoke into the near-darkness. "You don't understand. No, it's all right, you couldn't be expected to. And that's okay. But I just can't tell him about it. Not yet … and maybe not ever, I don't know. I just don't know!" Anxiety laced his voice, his grip on his chopsticks was white-knuckled.

"Well, if ya can't tell him, I can be pretty sure that ya can't tell me either, right?" Grimmjow drawled. "Hard for me ta believe that you'd be involved in somethin' shameful … just must be really private, yeah? So no problem. And I understand that, man, everybody has things they won't share … or at least won't share early on. It's okay." He took a long draw from his coffee cup.

"All I can tell ya is this: you gotta do what is right for you. If gettin' involved with somebody means that you gotta turn your back on your deepest convictions, then that person ain't right for ya. If it means ya gotta break yer most heartfelt promises, then it ain't gonna work. You'll end up hating yerself and nothin' can survive that. Trust me … I know." He stood up, brushed off his jeans, and ambled over to toss his trash into the bin. "I'll see ya downstairs, Ichigo-kun," he said. "Take all the time ya need, I'll keep an eye on that Ishida guy and make sure he doesn't get his panties in a twist." He flashed that wide, wicked grin and sauntered over to the door.

Ichigo watched him go. He rubbed his eyes and sighed deeply. Yeah. That was the problem. He wanted this relationship with Kuchiki-sensei to work. But he needed to keep his promises to his beloveds, too … to honor their memories (if deceased), and to continue to be there for the ones who still lived. Would Byakuya understand that? Ichigo's brow creased in worry. He'd always known that his heart could never be fully given, whole, to another person … that his beloveds accounted for too many pieces of it. That person would have to understand. Was Byakuya capable of that kind of understanding? He sighed again.

Maybe he was worrying too soon. He couldn't help the way things had gone down earlier in the day, he'd just have to apologize to Sensei again and hope that they could work it out. Given the number of Ichigo's beloveds, he was almost certain to run into something along these lines again, in the future. Maybe by then Sensei would be … in love? … with Ichigo … or something. He stood up, gathering his trash and finishing off the coffee, then froze as his thoughts reverberated in his head. What in the fuck was he thinking. What in the FUCK. He stood there for several minutes, coming to terms with himself and his thoughts. "That person, that person" … what in the fuck was he thinking about?

Then he looked up at the starry sky. "I know you see me," he whispered. "I know you hear me. I love you all. I will not abandon you. Ever." THAT was the promise that he intended to keep until the day he died. So that he could join them and not need to hide his face in shame. He strengthened his resolve, clenching his jaw.

There was no 'that person' for Kurosaki Ichigo. Have fun with Sensei while it lasted. Keep hold of your heart. Don't lose your way again. A normal relationship was not in the cards for Kurosaki Ichigo, but that was not cause for despair, nor even worry. How had he lost his way? He'd become enamored by sex with someone he'd wanted for so long, gotten ahead of himself, started longing for things he had no business longing for. "See me," he murmured. He stood there, face turned up towards the heavens, breathing deeply, memories flooding him. "I love you all," he repeated, then straightened his shoulders and headed back downstairs.

XXX

The man had longish black hair, was tall and fairly young. He walked out of the hospital stairwell door in the parking garage and quietly walked through the circular glow-spots of the lights that hung from concrete pillars. His trainers made no sound. His destination was the up-ramp at the far end of the garage, where he'd come out onto the street just a block down from the train station.

Although it was daylight, down in the parking garage it was not, of course. They'd done well with the lighting, but still there were areas that were dimly lit. He was walking past one of these and heard the rustle of clothing, the harsh breathing of one or more people, wet sounds that were indescribable but familiar. The man ducked back behind the nearest pillar and waited. Er … either he was about to intrude, or something was going on that needed intruding upon. All he could do in the meantime was wait to see which way the wind blew.

The sounds, the rustling and the breathing, continued. The man poked his head around the pillar and squinted into the dimness behind a very nice car. What kind it was, the man didn't know. He didn't care about stuff like that. What he could see … ahem! Okay, so that's how it was. Two (brave but ignorant!) people, getting it on in the hospital parking garage. Holy shit! The man got back behind the pillar again and put his hand to his mouth, muffling laughter. A soft moan met his ears, and despite his misgivings, he peeked around the corner again.

Wait … as his eyes grew more accustomed to the dimness, he realized he knew these people. The one in front was a nurse from 3C … that little one, he couldn't remember the name. He was bent over the hood of the car, hands planted, eyes closed in ecstasy, his little face shining with pleasure. Behind him, thrusting into that small body … holy fuck. Dr. Byakuya Kuchiki. Fucking one of his nurses, bending him over the hood of a car in the hospital parking lot! Talk about taking a huge risk! And wasn't the doctor married? Whoa. The doctor had his lower lip caught in his teeth as he stared downward, presumably looking at the place where he was thrusting his dick in and out of his small partner. Lips clamped tightly shut, the man ducked his head back behind the pillar.

He discretely walked back the way he'd come, carefully making no noise, not wanting to "catch out" the two men in mid-fuck at the other end of the garage. He'd take another way out of the hospital. He was smirking, shaking his head, as he walked back up the stairs to the hospital's main level. It was about 9 a.m., there were trains running every half-hour, so it wouldn't matter if he missed his … he could grab a cup of coffee and wait out the next.

Halfway across the hospital lobby, the man decided to make a visit to his secret friend later in the week. Yeah. It was about time.

XXX

The morning staff meeting had run a bit late, so it was after 9 o'clock when Ichigo finished up with his safety peeps and headed back to the front desk on 3C. The Safety Committee always met right after the staff meeting ended, so he was used to these monthly delays in getting home. Orihime was at the front desk, she looked up and greeted him with a wide smile. "Hello, Ichigo!" she said cheerfully. Ah, amour. Today Orihime wore a jumpsuit-style uniform that displayed her curves in all the right ways.

"Hi, sis," Ichigo said … and in the saying realized it'd been too long since he'd gone home for a visit. He sighed internally but decided to go visit this weekend, even if it was just for his sisters' sakes. "Gonna be a good day?"

"I think so," she said shyly. "Will you go out with us again this weekend? We can go to Seireitei again if you wanna … you know that's where Renji will want to go." Neither were concerned by the ringing of phones, the chirping of computers, the voices of doctors and nurses working around them. This was life as usual in the hospital.

"Let me look at my calendar and I'll get back to you, okay?" Ichigo said, smiling.

"Get back with you about what, precisely?" said a deep smooth voice behind him.

Ichigo turned around to see Dr. Aizen and Hinamori Momo (the respiratory tech) standing behind him. Momo was blushing prettily, her eyes switching from Ichigo to Aizen and back again. "Good morning, Sensei, Momo-san," Ichigo said, smiling diplomatically at the doctor but more genuinely at Momo.

"'Morning, Kurosaki-kun," Aizen returned.

"Yes, good morning, Ichigo-kun," Momo said, smiling back. She really was a very pretty woman … and Ichigo could not understand why Aizen (who was apparently bi-sexual?) could not see that she had been crushing on him for years.

"We are talking about perhaps gathering at the Seireitei again this weekend, Doctor," Orihime said sweetly. "Would you like to join us again, sir?"

"I would like that," Aizen said. "Are you going, too, Ichigo-kun?" he asked, his eyes avid on Ichigo's face.

"Er … maybe," Ichigo replied. He cleared his throat and looked at Orihime. "I'll let you know, okay?"

Orihime was looking at Momo, who was slowly moving away, looking embarrassed.

Apparently Aizen-sensei could be counted on to have some manners, because he was the one who recognized the oversight and the resultant embarrassment and jumped in to fix things. "Momo-san," he said, turning his gaze onto the black-haired woman, "why don't you join us this time? I think you'd have a good time there."

She moved back closer again, looking up at Aizen. "I … I would like that very much," she said softly. "Thank you, Aizen-sensei." Adoration practically glowed out of her eyes.

Again Ichigo had to stop himself from snorting. How could the man not see it? He exchanged glances with Orihime and then thought … maybe this weekend it was time to give Momo a hand. They smiled at each other. Two birds with one stone: get Aizen off his back, and make Momo happier than she'd been in ages. Score! Ichigo would talk to Renji about it … the guy was criminally good at coming up with plans for stuff like this.

"Ichigo-kun … say you'll come," Orihime said, smiling happily. "Tatsuki will be so glad … and we'll get Rukia to come, too. You know Renji will be there. Please say you'll try?"

"I'll check and let you know tomorrow morning, all right?" Ichigo said, unable to keep from smiling in return.

"Yeh!" Orihime said, and then looked around quickly. She adopted a more 'charge-nursish' look and said, "Very good, Kurosaki-san. Very good." Then she spoiled it all by giggling.

…

At roughly 9:30, Ichigo exited the hospital onto the sidewalk, just in time to see a familiar Ferrari exiting the parking garage. He lifted his hand in greeting and the car slid to a smooth stop alongside him, the passenger window sliding down as it did. Ichigo got a bit of a shock – Luppi was in the passenger seat of Sensei's car, his little face flushed and happy-looking.

"Ichigo-chan!" he squeaked, waving.

Ichigo bent down to look inside the vehicle. Byakuya presented with his usual calm, cool demeanor.

"Kurosaki-kun," he said, his smooth deep voice washing over Ichigo with its usual result. "I'm giving Atenor-kun a lift home. Would you like one as well?"

"Yes, yes, get in, Ichigo! We can make three work, can't we Sensei?" Luppi said, looking back and forth between them. "Come on, get in, Ichi … I'll sit on your lap!" He began unbelting himself, reaching for the door handle.

"No … no, but thanks, Sensei," Ichigo said, holding the door shut. "I have some shopping to do at the station before I catch the train home. But thanks for the offer." He smiled at Byakuya, earning that little twitch of the lips in return.

"Very well," Sensei replied. "Some other time, then. Atenor-san, shall we get you home?"

"Okay," Luppi said. "See you later, Ichigo-chan!" He waved as the window began to go back up.

Ichigo waved and smiled, then watched as the beautiful vehicle pulled out into traffic and moved on down the street. He wondered about Luppi and Sensei for a moment, then shook his head and turned for the station. Seriously? Sensei and Luppi? No way. Sensei was just being nice and giving a co-worker a lift. He started walking down the sidewalk for the station, no longer concerned.

XXX

The next day passed without incident. Ichigo went to work and came back home, his routine uninterrupted. Then on Thursday he was going about his business after getting home, wondering if he was ever going to get to see Sensei again, wondering if their different shifts were at the root of the problem, when there was a knock at his door. Padding bare-footed to the entryway, he peered through the peephole to see Byakuya standing outside. Hurriedly he unlocked it and opened it, smiling. Sensei looked down at him.

"Ichigo-kun," he said. But that was all he managed to get out before Ichigo grabbed him by the tie and pulled him into the apartment.

Now, Byakuya had come there with a purpose. He'd been meeting secretly with Luppi and although he wasn't one to feel guilty about anything, he didn't feel entirely comfortable with the subterfuge. He'd thought that perhaps he would let Ichigo down easy and focus his re-awakening 'gayness' on continued trysts with the small randy Luppi, who was absolutely insatiable! The bouts of secretive love-making he'd had with the little brunette had clouded his vision … the fact that they'd done it in places where they were likely to be seen or caught had added to the sensation … and he'd forgotten that Ichigo Kurosaki had once been the object of his hottest, most secret fantasies.

Today all that would change. Again.

Ichigo pulled Sensei into his apartment, stopping his words with a deep wet kiss. His arms came up and twined around Byakuya's neck, pulling him close, as his tongue slid warmly into Sensei's mouth. He moaned throatily, pressing himself tightly against the taller man, sliding his fingers into that long silken hair, ravaging his mouth.

Byakuya was overwhelmed. Sexual memory flooded his body, fantasies re-awakened in his mind, and his arms clamped like steel bands around the oranget's muscular body. His cock roared to full wakefulness in his pants, throbbing, making him groan with excited anticipation. Oh gods yes, he thought. This is pure … what have I been doing?! With this last thought, Luppi vanished from his mind.

"Sensei …" Ichigo murmured as he pulled back slightly, exerting pressure on Byakuya's head to bring his lips in contact with Ichigo's neck. "I want you," he growled, giving a little thrust with his hips to drive the message home clearly. Byakuya did not disappoint, licking and kissing the column of Ichigo's throat, sucking his adam's apple, nibbling at his pulse points. "I – I've missed you," Ichigo groaned, his fingers busy at Sensei's shirt buttons.

"Yess," Byakuya hissed, leaning back and staring hotly down at flushed freckled cheeks, dilated pupils in warm amber eyes, shining lips. He grabbed hold of Ichigo's t-shirt and pulled it off over his head in one smooth movement, staring down at the naked chest and belly revealed by its absence. He began backing Ichigo into the kitchen area, kissing him and running his hands over that muscular back.

Ichigo went along with it, feeling the heat building in his pelvis as his dick pulsated and twitched in his boxer briefs. He gasped when Byakuya picked him up under the arms and lifted him onto the kitchen counter, and opened his eyes to watch when Sensei began tracing his hardness through the briefs.

"Mm … look here, Ichigo-kun," Byakuya said, his deep voice caressing Ichigo's ears. Sensei traced a finger over the large wet spot visible in Ichigo's briefs. "You are already so wet here," he continued as he pressed forward between Ichigo's legs.

Only able to gasp in reply, Ichigo finished unbuttoning Sensei's shirt and pushed it off his shoulders, revealing that perfect pale chest. Beautiful. He couldn't get over it, how gorgeous Byakuya's body was. He began unbuckling the older man's belt, then undid the button and let the pants slide down off slender hips. "You … you have a wet spot of your own, Sensei," Ichigo panted, rubbing the brunet's cock through damp underwear.

His voice was cut off as hot lips kissed a trail down his chest and began sucking and licking his right nipple, which hardened instantly under the onslaught. "Mmm," Byakuya moaned as he sucked that nipple into his mouth. Amber-pink and hard as a little pebble, they were slightly larger than the average man's, but Byakuya considered that a plus. The more to suckle, the more to bite. He kissed his way to the other nipple and licked it hard, then sucked on it with obvious pleasure.

Ichigo was terminally turned-on. He watched Byakuya suckling him and felt the pleasure shoot straight from his nipples to his dick, like an electric shock. Sensei kicked the pants off his ankles and stood up straight again, pushing forward against the counter, pulling Ichigo to the edge, then starting a sensuous movement with his hips that slid his cock alongside Ichigo's, slowly, as he pulled Ichigo's head down for a searing kiss.

"S-Sensei," Ichigo moaned, "I'm … already … if you keep doing that …" he gasped against the other man's lips. His cock was throbbing, leaking pre-seminal fluid, the head purple and flared, hard as a rock.

"Not so fast, chibi," Byakuya said in his soft deep voice. Ichigo's belly muscles contracted in pleasurable spasms as the older man began kissing his way south.

"Ah god … no, Sensei," Ichigo groaned, fist to his mouth. "I – I'll … I'm going to come if you … ah!" His hips jerked when that hot wet mouth closed over the head of his cock, tongue slathering all over it, sucking lustily, humming! Oh, god, humming low in his throat, making his tissues thrum like a tuning fork. "Ah! Sensei! Nn nn!" Ichigo was holding Byakuya's head with both hands, caught between wanting to push him away and wanting to pull him closer. But when Sensei began caressing Ichigo's balls, that was it. "Ah! C-coming! Nn! Sensei!" and he popped off in Byakuya's mouth, his cum spurting out and being sucked up immediately, swallowed, that hot tongue licking it all up, the pleasure was so intense that Ichigo felt faint.

Of course Ichigo had no way of knowing that Byakuya hadn't been going without all this week. It never crossed his mind that there might be someone else fucking Sensei. And it certainly never crossed his mind now. He was in sexual heaven, kissing the man who'd just sucked him off, tasting himself, ready to move on to some serious fucking. Love-making. His hole twitched just from him thinking about it.

Byakuya was also in heaven. That beautiful body, that gorgeous orange pubic hair (he didn't think he would ever get tired of seeing it!), that sexually-charged gaze … ah, Ichigo-kun. He was going to fuck him good. A muscular, fit man like Ichigo could take whatever Byakuya could dish out, and he was ready to dish.

"Put your legs around me, Ichigo-kun," Byakuya murmured, leaning in against the younger man, keeping his hips at the edge of the counter, pressing his hard cock up against Ichigo's scrotum. Ichigo was gasping for breath, his cheeks blushing from his orgasm … but he did as he was told and lifted his legs and wrapped them around Sensei's waist. Fingers at his entrance, wet and slick. One slid in, teasing, rubbing, coaxing softness out of that twitching ring of muscle. Ichigo leaned back until his head and shoulders hit the cabinets behind him. He opened his eyes and looked, his breath catching at the sight. Byakuya Kuchiki, naked, cock hard and jutting out from his hips, his head down as he watched his finger working Ichigo's ass. His long jet-black hair fell forward to partially hide his face. Beautiful. He was so beautiful!

"Sensei," Ichigo murmured, and was rewarded by the lifting of Byakuya's head, those gorgeous silver-grey eyes locked onto his, a pink tongue came out and licked that full lower lip. "Ah, sensei … nn … please …."

"Please?" Byakuya repeated, inserting another finger into Ichigo, stroking them smoothly in and out, preparing Ichigo but not touching his prostate gland. Not yet.

"Ah! I – I'm ready … please!"

"Please what, Kurosaki-kun? If you do not say it, how will I know?" Sensei's eyes were half-hooded, his fingers never stopped stroking, stroking … as his other hand tickled its way across Ichigo's belly to his re-awakened dick.

"Please! Nn! I want yours … inside me …" Ichigo gasped. He was shaking with need, again! Already! But such was the power of Byakuya Kuchiki – at least as far as Ichigo was concerned. He couldn't take his eyes off that long elegant cock … he reached down with one hand and scooped up a trickle of pre-cum, licking it off his finger as his eyes rolled back in his head. So good. "Nn … fuck me, Sensei."

"Yess," Byakuya hissed, and lined up the head of his pulsating member with Ichigo's softened entrance. With a push, he was past the sphincter and inside … hot, soft, holding his cock tightly, Byakuya moaned as he pushed forward until he was buried in that tight wet heat.

"Ah!" Ichigo shouted as Sensei grabbed hold of his ankles and held his legs straight out and up, in a V. Reading Byakuya's intent, he grabbed onto the edge of the counter and gave two little pulsing squeezes with his rectum. Sensei shook and gasped, then pulled his cock almost all the way out, only to plunge it back in with one smooth motion.

From then on, it was nothing but pleasure. Byakuya's hips rolled as he started up a slow rhythm, all the way out, all the way in, watching between their legs as his cock appeared and disappeared from Ichigo's ass. His breath gasped between his lips as he exerted the control necessary to keep from popping off too soon … he wanted to fuck Ichigo for a while before he let it go. Gods, it felt so good.

Ichigo just hung on and let the sensations overtake him. "Ah! Ah, Sensei …" he moaned, watching the play of muscles as the other man fucked him. Beautiful! There was no other word, not for the sensations, nor for the view. His rectum tightened involuntarily and Byakuya moaned in response, grinding against Ichigo's ass, his hands clutching the oranget's ankles, keeping his legs spread wide.

He sped up, he couldn't help it. Going slow was tortuous now, he couldn't keep it up like that, he had to go faster, the pleasure-seeker in him had him thrusting in harder and faster now. The look on Ichigo's face made Byakuya catch fire inside, his hips began to snap in and out of the younger male, he bent his knees slightly and felt the head of his cock scrape and bump along Ichigo's prostate gland.

"Ah! There! No! No! Ah, Sensei!" Ichigo felt the pleasure amp up inside, exploding in him with every hit to the sensitive gland. It streaked outward with each strike, flooding his body, forcing him towards another orgasm. "Nn! Ah Ah!"

"Kurosaki … you feel so good … feel me. Feel me more," Byakuya groaned, leaning forward to slide his tongue into Ichigo's mouth as he fucked that sweet ass. He dropped Ichigo's ankles onto his shoulders and grabbed the younger man's buttocks, pulling them apart so he could go even deeper. They both groaned in reaction, pleasure-soaked moans that made them open their eyes and stare at each other.

His gaze caught and held by Sensei's, Ichigo let go of the counter edge and leaned forward, cupping Byakuya's face in his hands, and began soul kissing him with all his might. "Please," he said between kisses. "Please, Sensei, I love it. More … deeper … please Sensei!"

"Gods!" Byakuya grunted, and then he was plowing the road. He was mindless, his entire being was focused on getting his cock deeper into that hot wet heat, the moans and cries coming from the enticing being in front of him, the pleasure that came from hearing, feeling, seeing. His cock felt huge, looking down he saw its veined slick girth sliding in and out of Ichigo and he grunted with pleasure, each stroke bringing out guttural exclamations, wordless, it was so. Fucking. Good!

"Yes!" Ichigo was near-to-mindless himself, feeling the build-up again, knowing that he was going to pop off soon, the intensity was almost painful as each stroke of Sensei's impossibly-thick cock struck his prostate again and again. "Sen … ah! Nn!" He put his hands on the counter and lifted his body up … moving his hips in time with Byakuya's, feeling those strong hands clench tighter onto his buttocks, pulling him into position and snapping his hips forward, out again, snap! Wet slapping sounds, gasping breathing, moans ….

"Ah … coming … Kurosaki … coming …" Byakuya squeezed Ichigo's buttocks in his hands, clenching them tight, spreading them, burying himself deep inside, grinding against that tight entrance.

"Yes! Ahh Byakuya!" Ichigo, helplessly drawn along by the sounds, the sensations, the painful clutch of those fingers on his ass cheeks, pain translated into pleasure … oh, god so good, so fucking good. "Ahh!" He came only two seconds behind Byakuya, both of them shaking and groaning as pleasure wrung them out, Ichigo's cum spurting weakly onto his belly – not that much this time, but the sensation was painfully exquisite. Byakuya burying his dick as deep as he could, groaning, spilling his hot seed inside Ichigo, filling him up. They stayed connected as it played out, gasping, shaking against each other, clutching with desperate hands, then kissing, kissing as it wound down, slowly melting into blissful afterglow, each nerve ending alive and pulsing with the memory of pleasure so recently attained.

"Mm," Ichigo moaned against Byakuya's lips, feeling the semi-soft cock slide out of his ass.

"Yes," Byakuya grated out, voice rough, as he pressed forward against Ichigo to keep him from falling forward off the counter. Ichigo's legs were now dangling freely, his head was on Byakuya's shoulder, his arms were weakly around Sensei's waist. Byakuya kissed the back of Ichigo's head, clutched him closer, murmured, "Kurosaki-kun," sexily in his ear.

Goose bumps raced up Ichigo's spine, making him shudder lightly. Byakuya chuckled darkly. Ichigo gasped out a little laugh, too. He turned his head to face Sensei and they kissed again, sweetly, with none of the urgent passion from a moment ago. Byakuya's hand petted Ichigo's hair, his other hand laced fingers with Ichigo's. They leaned against each other, holding on tightly to each other and to the moment. It was good.

XXX

Sensei was leaving. It was almost noon now, and he had office hours starting at one. Neither had slept. After the strength had returned to their bodies, they'd left the kitchen and taken a shower together. That had proven too much for Byakuya and Ichigo had sucked him off in the hot spray, his talented tongue working over the older man's cock, leaving him hanging onto Ichigo's hair with both hands as he shouted with pleasure when his cum was sucked out by the gifted oranget.

Then they'd had coffee and shared the paper, talking about nonsensical things, not work-related, not relationship-related. Just stupid things. Sports. Current events. The new convenience store going in just downriver from Ichigo's apartment. It was nice. It was good. No pressure, nothing between them like doctor/nurse issues. It had been nice.

So at the door, Byakuya was pushing Ichigo up against the wall next to his door, kissing him, rubbing a hand over his crotch, cementing his sexual presence onto the oranget. Think about me today, his actions said. If you fantasize, make it about me. Need me more. His actions were overt and rough, holding Ichigo still by his shirt, forcing himself on the younger man.

Not that Ichigo was unwilling! Oh hell no! He liked this side of Sensei, too, the "I'll take what I want" side, the Dom-ish side … and he was whimpering with pleasured need as it continued.

Neither noticed a tall hooded man step up into the doorway and look inside.

They certainly did notice it when a big boot kicked out and slammed into Byakuya's side, knocking him away from Ichigo and hurling him onto the floor. "You mother-fucker!" Shuuhei shouted, his livid face partially visible inside his hood. "What are you doing here?! What the hell do you think you're doing to Ichigo!"

"Shuu!" Ichigo gasped, looking from the incensed face of his beloved to Byakuya. The older man was on the ground, looking upward, totally confused and taken aback by the fury Shuuhei was displaying. Ichigo took a step towards Shuuhei, put a hand on his shoulder. "Shuu, what are you doing, man? Settle down!"

"Fuck, no, Ichigo!" Shuu yelled, pushing his hood back from his face. The tattoos were totally evident now, and they made Shuuhei look incredibly fierce as they twisted with his frowning snarls. "This cocksucker ... what's he doin' here? Who is he to you, man?" He made a threatening gesture to Byakuya when the older man stood up, brushing off his sleeves, frowning.

"He … don't you recognize hi—" Ichigo tried to explain.

"Yeah, I fucking recognize him! Saw you just recently, didn't I, fucker?" Shuu was furious, absolutely furious.

"What?" Byakuya stood stock-still.

"Uh, what?" Ichigo looked from one to the other, not sure what was going on here.

"Saw you, prick," Shuu said, his fury twisting his lips. "Saw you fucking that little black-haired nurse in the hospital parking garage, didn't I, shit-heel!" He advanced on Byakuya, fists up threateningly.

"Wh-what?" Ichigo said, quietly, blood draining from his face.

"Ichigo," Byakuya said quietly, both hands up in a calming gesture. "I can explain."

"Yeah, well, do it some other time, mother-fucker. I'm here to see Ichigo, and I matter more than YOU, fucking prick!"

When Shuu was right, he was really right. Ichigo, stony-faced, ushered Byakuya out of his apartment, not paying any attention to anything the doctor said. "We'll talk later," was all Ichigo said, then he shut and locked the door behind him, and turned to his beloved.

Who had calmed down considerably, and was shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot, looking at Ichigo. "Ichigo? I – I'm sorry?" He tried to pull his hood up, but Ichigo was having none of that.

"Shuu," he said, and a sad smile crept across his face as he pushed the hood back and placed a hand on Shuuhei's tattooed cheek. "Don't hide your sweet face from me. It's good to see you, as always. Come inside, we'll have coffee." He put an arm around Shuuhei's slumped shoulders (slumped with relief), and led him to the kitchen.

XXX

End Chapter 11

Uh-oh … Byakuya, that's karma for ya! XD

Thanks for reading! More soon!

Ahvienda