A/N - Extra chapter, not plot development, just lemony fun featuring M/M/M (M&Ms?). Real chapter coming TOMORROW!
Yes, Berghain is a real place. And there are really entire magazine articles and webpages dedicated to getting in. Intimidating-as-hell doorman is real, too. At least, I assume he's still there.
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"This is ridiculous. The very opposite of fun."
"Patience, my love. Or are you forfeiting before we even get in?"
"Not a chance."
I bounced on my toes, looking over some heads to find maybe 50 people remained in front of us. Not bad considering we were about a half mile back an hour ago. And the more bored Toshiro got, the more he forgot not to sip from the rather large flask I had given him and he had flat out refused to use. And the more Toshiro sipped, the more unguarded his tongue, the more relaxed and active his body. And the more Toshiro let his guard down, the greater out chances of not being rejected. Toshiro with his barriers down was fucking irresistible, a golden ticket into any club, even the one and only Berghain.
"Cocky sons of bitches."
Hiding a grin, feeling coming victory with the vibe of 'pissed off' radiating from my dragon, I stole a glance at the two very pretty girls and a decent looking guy consoling each other as they did the walk of shame past the queue, just like 60 or 70 percent of the hopefuls before them. The bouncers were bribe-proof, or so all the bloggers and vloggers and redditors and instagramers and whatever-the-hell-else-there-might-be-ers agreed. So, here stood two powerful beings from another dimension. Hitsugaya Toshiro, surely the only creature standing in any line in Berlin that was of non-human origin, annoyed and hiding nervousness, wanting to be anywhere else. Kurosaki Ichigo, possible future King of Heaven and like, everything, trying not to piss his pants in excitement. Ready to be judged worthy or not of getting into possibly the best nightclub in Europe.
"Ichigo, this cannot be worth it."
Yeah, right. Even if we didn't get in, it was already worth it. I'd insisted on normal gigai, the risk of looking like ourselves and having standard access to our reiatsu was minimal. No one was hunting us. Well, maybe a few of Soi-fon's goons. But they had failed to find us for months. Either they were incompetent, which I didn't believe, or they weren't really trying. And that made me question the motivations of their captain. But that was another matter, not worth thinking about at the moment.
At any rate, I'd happily lose the bet if we were turned away by the trolls at the gate, but I highly doubted that would happen. Toshiro was in black jeans that wrapped around his hips and ass like a wet dream, looser on his long legs. I had wanted him in low-rise, so I could catch a glimpse of sharp hipbones and the sex lines of his muscles, but he hated them, said they felt like they were going to fall off any minute. Which was the point. He let me put him in a low-cut charcoal gray tank, made quite decent with the open black linen button down. He didn't know he'd be losing that outer layer within the first 30 minutes.
I went for the low-rise, not missing how his eyes kept drifting south. Not quite a muscle shirt, the close-fitting V neck showed some skin whenever I moved. It was an old favorite, one of the few things I brought to Soul Society just before I died. It was black, too, though faded to nearly gray with a dark red 15 on the breast, the numbers cracked and flaking. Too much black, but it was the color I had been advised to wear. Certainly, everyone else in line took that advice, too, looked like we were all going to a funeral on the cheap. At least my boots had some bright red accents. And Toshiro was stunning in black. And white. And blue, green, red. Probably looked stunning in pink.
"Look, babe, we've waited this long. Tell you what, I'll sweeten the deal."
I was setting him up for success, anyway. Urahara's tea (yeah, that was not sake in that flask, I knew what worked on him) would make him win the bet. Might even make him enjoy it seeing as how he'd finished off his flask and was working on mine. That would be four mugs of the magical elixir, enough to loosen up even the Ice Prince.
"You want to change the stakes or the terms?"
"Gamblers anonymous, love, all I'm saying. I know this isn't your scene. You still have to stay an hour, and you still have to dance with me for a minimum of ten full minutes. You run off, you lose, and I'll keep my right to target practice. You stay and give it an honest chance, and love it or hate it, you can pick your reward."
One white brow rose as he turned to look at me. He'd been avoiding eye contact since we arrived. I knew the idea of a club was not at all attractive to him. He didn't care for techno, he'd already flinched at the crowd in line and the crowd inside was a lot bigger, the noise and the dirt, sweat, smells fetid and hot, it was close to his version of Hell. But there were layers and layers to my complex lover. Call it a hunch, but once the energy of the place had a chance to sink its claws into him, I was betting my life that he would surrender to the heady hedonism.
"Anything?"
He kept his eyes on me, smirking as the line shuffled forward. We'd made it into the final section, a wide alley between metal railings full of humans waiting to walk forward like cattle in a chute.
"Your every wish is my command. 24-hour time limit, no slave for life bullshit."
He grabbed the back of my neck and yanked me forward, left hand gripping my hip, a couple of fingers pushing under the denim. Perfect jeans. The bruising kiss softened, jaws dropping and tongues seeking playmates. He pulled back too soon but let me keep groping buttocks while the whistles and clapping died down.
"You're already my slave for life, beloved. How soon you forget."
"Whatever you say, master."
"Hey, pretty Japanese!"
Toshiro, the one being cat-called, did not even blink. Maybe 45 minutes ago the big Thor-wannabe had shouted over the dozen people between us, asking if we were Japanese. Must have heard us talking. Surprised to hear the language, even heavily accented, Toshiro had answered, much to my amazement. Two sentences later I had no more worries about becoming jealous, the guy was hot but apparently that was the end of his charm. Or, maybe the only Japanese he knew was 'Want to fuck?' and 'Come suck it, pretty boy.'
To my further amazement, Toshiro did not kill the bastard. He just politely said 'Not interested' and pretended not to understand the slightly less crude propositions and compliments in German. As for me, well, you would think I'd lose my shit on anyone looking sideways at Toshiro. Blame the giddiness of having the chance to go somewhere I'd dreamed about with the hottest man in several worlds and the likelihood that it would all be snatched away if I got busted for fighting in line. Or maybe my restraint was due to the fact that every time tall, scruffy, and stupid googled a little more Japanese to shout at him, Toshiro snarled and took another drink.
"You save a dance for me?" That was nearly acceptable. "Dance on my fat cock?"
Toshiro growled low without looking in the dead man's direction, and I started to get a bit irritated. He had 50 or more pounds on me, all of it muscle. I looked better than fit, but he obviously thought I was no threat. Everyone in between us, however, had better survival instincts, my scowl warning enough, the look in my eyes making heads bow and bodies scramble to be out of the line of my gaze.
My German was, of course, flawless. Thank you, Shinigami superpower gift package. I grinned. Not the good kind.
"He's not interested. Now, I like beating up muscle-bound morons in front of my boyfriend, gets him all hot and bothered, but I've been in this line for over an hour and don't want to get kicked out just for punching your lights out. Just shut the fuck up, yeah? You and I can dance after the party."
Turquoise eyes rolled, then glared at the empty flask in annoyance. That cheered me up a bit. Until the German dick pushed a couple of innocent if a bit goth-looking girls to flex his chest at me.
"Thought you'd make a pretty good consolation prize, maybe even a threesome. Fuck that. I'm taking that fine piece of ass tonight, and I'll fuck you up if you get in my way."
I sighed. Toshiro sighed. I looked up the line, then grabbed the bar and vaulted over it, immediately drawing two of the black (surprise!) clad bouncers' attention. They both were too experienced to overreact as I took long strides toward them.
"Hey, guys, got a favor to ask."
Flat, skeptical stares.
"You see that big Chris Hemsworth motherfucker? He won't stop hitting on my boyfriend. I say hitting, I mean graphic verbal sexual assault, as anyone in line can attest."
Several nods nearby, a couple of supporting shouts. Really, there were hundreds of perfectly decent folks looking to dance and have a good time. Just one prick on steroids, that's all it took to ruin it.
"You asking us to do your job?"
Another mean grin as I tossed my head, eyes likely flashing gold, and the look on both faces changed to cautious calculation. Yeah, they'd dealt with trouble before, many, many times.
"Fuck no. I'm asking you to look the other way."
One look exchanged, and the shorter one went to the entrance, head bending close to the ear of an older, scary looking guy, beard, piercings, tattoos, and authority. Toshiro was leaning against the rail watching me, arms crossed, a faint scowl, amusement in his eyes. The second bouncer made his way back.
"Round the corner, out of sight, only if the other guy goes willingly. I'll be watching. Looks bad for the club if you get yourself killed."
I snorted and walked back to my pretty boy who so didn't need my help. I hopped back into line. I spoke in German for the entertainment of my audience.
"He's all yours, sweetness. Try to go easy on him, he looks fragile. You want me to hold your shirts? Don't want to get blood on them."
"Is this all an excuse to get me to strip?"
He leaned in and pecked my lips. Then he took off the necklace and handed it to me, the silver chain and jade dragon the only color on him tonight. The bouncer looked shocked, though the look disappeared after his eyes ran up and down Toshiro's body. He knew strength when he saw it. As my love walked away, the line parting before him, I smirked at the bouncer.
"Probably should just call the ambulance now."
The shit-eating grin on the handsome, doomed face widened. Toshiro walked like a great cat, power in every stride, masked by a graceful sway that had more than just his target drooling. The second the big man started to move, Toshiro changed direction, heading for the corner with a coquettish toss of his head. Thor obviously misunderstood, having been expecting me or the bouncer to come after him, instead getting exactly what he wanted. He didn't even catch on when he caught up to Toshiro and got a smack hard enough to leave him clutching the hand that dared reach for the prize. He just said something I couldn't hear and laughed while Toshiro walked on.
"Fuck, man, you just gonna stand there?"
"Eh?" I asked, not really interested in what the short and obviously high brunette was saying.
"Dude, that's messed up."
"Live and let live, Derek," shorty's equally stoned girl chimed in. "Maybe they get off on this sort of thing."
I laughed, eyes fixed on where the bouncer stood, where Toshiro and asshat vanished. 12. 13. 14.
"Baby, I'd never let some stranger fuck you, even if he's hot."
"Oh, baby, that's so romantic!"
Gross. I mean, how sweet. 19. 20. 21.
The bouncer moved, walking around the corner. 25. 26.
"Fuck! No way!"
Similar exclamations from those close enough to have followed the drama. I just smiled, watching him return, not one sexily mussed hair out of place. His eyes never left mine despite some calls from the no longer completely bored crowd.
"Have fun?"
He vaulted lightly over the rail and stepped close as I held up the silver chain to drape over his head, hands gliding around his neck to settle the jade dragon back where it belonged. We went right back to our previous pose, his hand maybe a little farther down my pants this time, and I wiped a short streak of blood off his cheek before filling my hands with firm cheeks, softness hidden in rough denim.
"Not really. Too easy."
I growled a little when the taller of the two bouncers interrupted us by clearing his throat right behind me. But I forgave him when his arm jerked up, thumb pointing at the door. Not exactly the way I thought Toshiro would get me into Berghain, but I'd take it.
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The building was massive, some old factory that had been converted into something much, much louder. I could feel it long before we made it to the door. I had felt it at the far edges of the building while I took out some of my nervous energy on the foul excuse for a man that had been long overdue for a beating. What surprised me is that I didn't entirely hate it. The assault on my ears was almost worth it for the pleasant resonance through first my sternum, building with the volume until every bone hummed with the rhythmic bass notes. Best of all, the music frequently dipped into subsonic, the beat felt deep within but unheard, making my entire body an instrument.
And it was familiar. It wasn't until after the appropriate exclamations as we took a moment to let in the size of the crowd, the riot of movement, the insanity of it that I started to figure it out. An act of mercy, probably, Ichigo leaving me at the edge of the building, half hidden from the main dance floor by a line of industrial pillars while he ran to get drinks. I didn't want a drink, but I wasn't willing to scream at the top of my lungs to tell him that. Besides, I knew very well that the sneaky bastard had planned drugging me with Urahara's tea. I would never tell him what a stroke of genius that was, rendering me agreeable and relaxed.
Leaning back against the nearest pillar, closing my eyes, the pulse became clearer, deeper. I felt the same pull that the mass of swaying and jumping bodies must have felt, automatically rocking slightly in time with the vibrations more than the audible notes. It was when I started humming, low and tuneless, that I recognized it and knew why such a dirty and loud place evoked a sense of familiarity and content. Not at all the same once I focused and compared, but the overall feeling was similar enough to the thrumming, the heavy vibrating purr of Hyorinmaru that shook every cell.
Opening my eyes at the nudge on my arm, I took a bottle of water from a gloating strawberry. He could not have expected to return to find me entranced, head back, eyes shut, with a faint smile as my body moved on instinct, only a gentle swaying in time with the music which was suddenly not as hated. But he certainly took the credit, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning forward against him. That insufferable smirk seriously needed to go, so I pressed my lips to it.
I didn't like this. Well, the part of making out with my beloved, that I liked. The fact that I could feel the oscillations passing through him and into me, through me into him, oh, that I fucking loved. Damned psycho and his hallucinogenic tea. Brownies, I get. Cookies, fine. Who the hell spikes tea?
"Mmmuahh . . . don't stop."
The roof of my mouth was tingling, painfully sensitive. It really needed to be soothed, and there was a tongue just inches away that I was sure could handle the job admirably.
"What?"
"Stop shouting!"
Madman, grinning when I was yelling at him. Wrapping a leg around him ought to shut him up. Wait, what was the logic in that? Yeah, wrapping a leg around him ought to shut him up. He was leaning in, hopefully giving me back that tongue. No? Maybe my neck then, that would work.
"Drink, love. You're going to need it."
"Did you drug the water too, bastard?"
He had the nerve to laugh and I pushed away from him, nearly bouncing off the pillar behind me and sagging into it. Twice as much of that tea as I'd ever had in one hour. Now that the nervous wait was over, it was all hitting me at once. I drank deep and decided not to give a shit as I took a good look at my darling Ichigo. Gorgeous bastard looked right at home, excited, energized, eyes devouring the crowd with the eager glint of a kid on Christmas morning.
I didn't like this. The way that shit-for-brains had looked at me, tried to touch me, the way the lanky girl kept staring at me with that smile she thought was inviting, the way Ichigo laughed off the slut who dragged her filthy hand across his ass as she walked behind him. On the other hand, there was the sweet rush of pride that followed hard on the heels of jealous possession, knowing they all wanted him. He was mine, mine, only mine.
"I hate this."
My head fell back against the wall again; instantly a large hand cupped my cheek.
"We can go, then. Forget the stupid bet."
"No."
Pushing off the pillar more aggressively than intended, I knocked him back into a man with greasy hair and torn clothes who turned to yell. Angry eyes widened, running down my beloved, thin lips pursed as Ichigo shouted an apology, aiming a disgusting parody of a kissing movement at my beloved. Ichigo felt my weight move and twisted, putting his body between me and the lips I was reaching to claw off the pinched face.
"Relax, babe. Everybody flirts, that's part of the fun. Doesn't mean anything."
I really didn't like this. Feeling slightly out of control was fine, more than fine when I was alone with Ichigo. But in a crowd of strangers, the growing sense of instability like drunkenness made me feel both volatile and vulnerable. It shouldn't bother me, the wandering eyes and hands. But it made me both angry and incredibly turned on, irrationally incompatible reactions.
Then, Ichigo's face right in front of mine, perceptive eyes searching mine, that light, sweet brown back again thanks to the faux body, but with invading flashes of gold that others would assume to be a trick of the light. His hand, so masterful, under my chin with long, strong fingers pressing lightly into my cheeks, making me focus on nothing else but him. Brown and gold, tea and sunlight. Any reward I wished.
"Toshiro, deep breath. I'm here. None of them matter. Just you and me, my love."
His words were fresh air to my starving lungs, a moment of peace. My eyes blinked slowly, letting the refreshing cold of my inner world swirl through me, clearing my mind. Of course, what else mattered? The world could dissolve to nothing around us, every one of the humans around us could throw themselves at our feet and it would change nothing. I was his. Ichigo was mine. The controlling hand softened into a caress.
"Come on, let's get out of here."
Where had my head been? I had been enjoying the feeling here, ready to give in, then I had been completely overwhelmed by emotions that were usually easy to control. Stupid fucking tea. That deep thrumming pulse was still there, and I let it consume my reservations. Me, Ichigo, the strange draw of the crowd, the lure of tribal ritual with repetitive beats guiding hundreds into a strange synchronicity, each moving in wild independence yet blending into the dance of the horde.
"Not a chance."
Anything I want. Anything. For just ten minutes lost in that mess of bodies. I tugged his hand, dragging him along behind me for a change, leaving the safe outskirts of the room and venturing into the jumping, gyrating crowd soaked in sweat and flashes of garish colored lights.
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It was a confident demand when Toshiro had told me what reward he wanted for his victory. He had earned it, and so had I, predicting correctly that my reticent love would give in. Once the discomfort, I hesitated to call it fear, brought on by the crowd and the noise had been overcome, he did not just give in. Toshiro was shameless. He threw himself into the spirit of aggressive decadence, a natural as he rode the communal high.
Being young and from a rather average city, I'd only seen someone move like that in films and in my dreams. It wasn't the simple bouncing and grinding of so many that surrounded us, no 'moves' passed through the culture of the clubbing scene. Toshiro was pure instinct and a strong dose of sexuality, and I reveled in it as I taught him and learned from him just how filthy two people with fiery passion could get in public. The required ten minutes came and went, and after a half hour I was the one following his lead, gleefully suppressing the growing pain in my crotch.
We slept it off, after a wonderful hour or so of me being pinned under an aggressive and playful Toshiro. Neither of us wanted his reward faded by the adrenaline of the night, the influence of the tea. In the sobriety of daylight, he confirmed his desires.
Despite the clarity of his request, even though I had known something like this was coming with utter certainty, I hesitated. Despite the acceptance of the strange, convoluted nature of my own soul that had been taught to me by my love's own patient hand, I hesitated.
But it wasn't fear that slowed my hand now. It was the almost unbearable sense of anticipation. Trapped by my own mind in a timeless moment, I wanted so badly to stay, right here, right now, before the plunge into new territory, standing on the brink. And who would not pause here? Who would not want to linger infinitely in the presence of such impossible beauty?
For the first time, I wished I had not tempted Toshiro into getting that all-over tan. As luscious as the rich caramel tone was, particularly paired with the white of the hairs on his neck, the translucent hairs nearly invisible on arms and legs, the snowy trail from navel to cock, his previous light gold torso and lily-white pelvis and legs would have set off the shining black of the ropes perfectly, not to mention the pink shading into red beneath them, lines of my favorite color combination, black and red, painted there by my hand.
He sucked in a breath between clenched teeth as I lifted his chin, trying to decide if I liked the black silk blindfold that blocked the sight of the eyes I adored. Well, this was not about my preferences, not yet anyway. And it certainly did complete the picture, complimenting the ropes. At least he'd given up on the idea of a complicated web of knots and agreed to simple restraints for wrists, ankles and knees. The more elaborate photos he had shown me would have taken ages to learn properly and then tie, time better spent simply pinning him to the wall and screwing him senseless. But he wanted to try it, and there was an undeniable appeal, especially when he struggled to get his hands out from behind his back, causing the ropes to tighten and slide, chafing skin and making him moan.
My fingers gripped his chin gently, ignoring his scowl as I lifted his head farther, exposing the long lines of his neck. He knelt with knees spread, ropes looped through metal rings set in the bedframe barely tight, ready to be pulled when I wanted his legs wider. His ankles were tied together, and it was oh, so tempting. But he had made me promise to leave his vulnerable feet out of this.
Whatever Toshiro wants, I will do everything in my power to provide.
He held a breath when I stepped back, feeling the bed shift as my knee stopped pressing the mattress. I waited, watching the sudden calm darkening again to frustration. He was as tall and proud as a man could be when bound and kneeling, blinded, as if his hands weren't lashed together behind his back and his legs pulled apart with all his naked glory exposed. Though I'd barely touched him, the beading of precum on the flushed head of his erection told me that this was not disappointing him so far and we hadn't even begun.
The wait was driving him mad; the wait was making me salivate, the primal part of me threatening to take over. I could almost hear him trying to figure out what I was doing, whether I had the nerve to follow through.
Enough. Time to make his fantasy come true. Lucky me, that he could demand any reward and he chose one that made me dizzy with sheer lust. His gasp was followed by a sly smile as my reiatsu vanished, at least to his senses. A blindfold, after all, meant nothing. But now he had only touch and hearing to know where I was, and more importantly which one I was.
Manifesting Zangetsu was easier in Bankai, not that I had much trouble holding him in the physical world anyway. Perfectly identical? Not quite. My grin was never that wide, giving the distinct impression that the white lips could open and open, jaw unhinging to expose rows of fangs. My eyes were never that sinister, long and narrow, gold searing into acidic yellow. Though I knew very well that his intentions were the same as mine, there was still that split second, the impulse to attack the lethal creature who had so often made me believe that his face would be the last thing I saw as he shredded my soul.
How strange to think of that now, as I grinned back, placing a finger on my lips in a 'shushing' gesture. Keep the element of surprise as long as we could, and his voice was a dead giveaway. Should have thought of earplugs, or . . .
"Toshiro. You can answer. Do I have your permission to use kido to take away your hearing?"
One white brow rose, and I could hear his breathing speed up a little.
"Yes. Simple barriers over the ears should suffice."
"Since I won't be able to ask, you need to tell me the second you need to stop. When I do this," I tapped two fingers firmly on the straight line of his jaw where the signal should be distinctive, "you must give me clear permission to continue or I'll stop."
He nodded, and I called up the strong barrier I used in Las Noches in miniature, not trusting weaker kido which would just be obliterated my his reiatsu. As I took care of that final detail, leaving my love bound, blind and now deaf, my alter-ego eagerly stripped off his clothes. I'd never get it. I was naked when I summoned him. Why the hell did he come through fully dressed? While I thought of the irritating mysteries of the afterlife, the sneaky Hollow had pounced, settling in a matching position just behind Toshiro and pulling him back against the chalk-white chest. Bound knees made Toshiro fall back, weight leaning on Zangetsu with his arms trapped between them.
By the time I shut my drooling mouth and lurched forward, my love was moaning loudly, long neck being mauled with devouring kisses, chest being ravaged by black fingernails of one hand while the other slid lovingly up and down the long lines of Toshiro's body, paying special attention to that delightfully soft and unprotected belly. Just as forceful as my counterpart, I crawled onto the bed and dragged nails up, starting at the reddened skin of his knees, up the inner sides of the golden thighs.
My mouth found the untended nipple, pulling it between my teeth. Impossible to tell which mouth, which of the four hands elicited the end of moans and the beginning of breathless curses. He was ready to explode before we started. I could deny him, but why? Zangetsu laughed, then pulled Toshiro's chin to the side to take those sweet lips. Tender kisses, deep and loving, while my tongue pushed his cock against his stomach roughly, pressing up until I could let the tip slip between my lips.
He was trying to thrust, my firm grip pushing his hips back against Zangetsu's. Demands, curses, sighs all smothered by the Hollow as I teased. Quick licks to the soft head, tongue flicking frenulum, teeth daring to nibble around the ridge. I had to flatten my forearm across his pelvis and push him harder, needing my other hand free to steady the dripping cock as he writhed. Wouldn't do to truly bite him by accident.
Looking up with my lips wrapped around a good mouthful, sucking lightly, the sight of my dragon locked in a passionate kiss with the Hollow tested my resolve. For a heartbeat, that envy and fear of losing Toshiro, followed by angry possessiveness, and finally even greater arousal. Zangetsu felt it all, cruel eyes slanting my way. From him, similar feelings but buried under vast amusement. We both laughed, earning a deep groan and a powerful bucking of hips that had me pushing the strong hips even harder, knowing how badly I was bruising him, knowing he didn't care in the least.
Complete synchronicity, Zangetsu releasing swollen lips to let them suck in a breath and howl just as I shoved my head down until my throat protested, not ready for the impressive length. My tongue held him tight against the roof of my mouth, backs of my teeth scraping as I lifted my head and quickly sank back down. He gave in, hot, bitter, salty, sweet, the most delectable flavor in the world to me, and I felt my dick throb as I worked him with softer caresses up, down, taking each spurt like a gift.
Now it was Zangetsu who gritted his teeth on a surge of jealousy, though he had his own wondrous pleasure with our delirious dragon rubbing all over his eager cock. I knew without the need for words what he wanted, something new, something Toshiro would not expect at all since it even took me by surprise. And I thought it was perfect. But first . . .
White hands roamed softly, petting and holding the panting beauty leaning back against his chest. It was a heart-stopping vision, and I slowly kissed my way up as my eyes soaked in the view. Such deep sighs coming out of him, sounds of perfect content, relaxed with his cheek against a milky shoulder as if indulging in a massage rather than being tied and disabled, held between two men who were not always gentle. His blindfolded face turned toward me as I licked at his chest, and oh, how I missed seeing the bright turquoise darkened to rich teal, missed the love and lust in dilated black.
Thighs pulled wide were like velvet against my legs and I held back a moan before remembering that he could hear nothing, no hint of either voice to give away which one of us was now sucking on his tongue, sharing the delicacy of his own cum. My hands cradled his neck, lightly massaging before moving up to hold his head more firmly. I gave his plump lower lip a sharp nip.
Pulling him with me, fingers buried in those soft, snowy locks, I straightened and then settled back, scooting away from him. Zangetsu moved away as soon as Toshiro was steady, back on his spread knees, ankles and wrists still tied behind. We were not switching places but wanted to keep him guessing just for the fun of it.
Insatiable, his flawless cock hadn't fully softened and was already swelling again, god bless his libido. I tried not to look at Zangetsu, the white even more unnatural where there should be darkening of blood-infused flesh. Morbidly fascinating, like looking at a corpse with an erection, my corpse with an erection. I couldn't do more than glare at him for the raucous laugh as he picked up my thought. If it hadn't been for the vision of debauchery waiting for my attention, I would have punched the arrogant sneer off the twisted Hollow's face.
Once again, I moved to face my dragon, settling on my knees before him while Zangetsu moved close behind him. His fingers ghosted through tousled white, glided over blushing cheek, then tapped against his jaw, a pre-arranged question, 'Do you want to continue?'
The familiar exasperated huff was softened with the sweetest smile, and sweeter words.
"I love you, my darling."
He did not need to specify, we both felt the truth of it for we were one. My lips sought out the scar, mouthing my own profession of love against his skin. Then I backed up, watching the sudden change as Zangetsu shoved between Toshiro's shoulders, only his other hand keeping Toshiro from falling onto his face. There was a hiss, a wince as weight was held up by the bonds around wrists, wrenching strong shoulders back. Then another hiss as I tightened the ropes, pulling his knees farther apart.
It was Zangetsu's show for the moment, and he wasted no time, the hand not holding Toshiro up slipping around a hip and between the spread legs. Never shying away from the combination of pleasure and pain, my love let his torso hang limp, head lowered with a groan as balls were harshly gripped and a tongue ran quickly down his lower spine, intentions clear. I moved, bending low to watch his face when that wicked tongue wiggled its way inside him with no delay or finesse, no teasing, just obscene eagerness.
All my willpower was required to watch and enjoy without participating, knowing it would soon be time to join in the fun. The Hollow was enthusiastic, and I wondered if I sounded like some starving animal slathering over a kill when I ate Toshiro out. Probably. And my love obviously enjoyed it, calling both our names in broken tones of overstimulated bliss. So much for the command not to speak. Stupid rule, trying to hide that erotic voice.
I had intended to scoot myself underneath, take that moaning mouth and see if he could deep throat me while being thoroughly molested and held partly suspended. It was a tantalizing image, but I could see that Toshiro was not trying to control or delay the coming orgasm as he often would, instead letting his body respond fully. I didn't want to change that if it was what he wanted, so I merely let my hands and mouth explore the familiar and deeply loved contours of him, adding bites to silken skin, little bursts of mild pain to make him whimper and drip. With a similar awareness of how sensitive our lover was allowing himself to be, Zangetsu stopped teasing the tight testicles, bringing that hand to join his active tongue.
It didn't take long for the convulsing mess between us to let us know how close he was to a second small death with shouts and pleas for more. We both eased away from our little slice of Heaven, enthralled by his whining protest as he was dropped to land face down. Zangetsu was still well under control, though it was hard to tell when I couldn't do more than glance at that ghost of my cock. I was glad to have skipped fucking Toshiro's mouth, though I was certain I could have cum then and been ready again instantly. He was so perfect, ass high in the air, legs quivering and damp, gasping into the soiled sheet with head and shoulders pushing down.
"Fuckin' delicious."
"Animal."
"Like you weren't thinking the same fucking thing."
I retrieved the lubricant from the nightstand while my evil half released the clasp between the two rope-bound ankles. We would need those ropes later. I was already picturing it, Zangetsu holding our lover to his chest again, pulling those ankles high over Toshiro's head, completely exposing that luscious ass, good god! Mocking laughter, no, it only sounded that way for I knew he shared that little dream, and I watched him licking the heated skin around the black ropes, less chaffed than wrists or knees. I considered encouraging the Hollow to give some long overdue attention to the pretty feet. After all, Zangetsu hadn't promised anything. But I knew exploiting the loophole would earn the wrath of my Ice Prince. Besides, I still wanted that honor for myself.
For now, Toshiro's arms stayed bound. I checked quickly, a tap on his jaw and a century of waiting with my heart in my throat for him to draw a shuddering breath and clearly nod. I took over where Zangetsu had left off, two oiled fingers sliding into the wet heat easily, hearing a melodious whine when I immediately sought out the most reactive parts of him. I knew just how to drive him wild again, kissing the sweat off his back while my fingers happily did their work.
Very deliberately, I kept my attention focused on Toshiro, ignoring the humming and leering Hollow. The bastard sprawled on his back, knees up and spread not far in front of the pool of pale hair. I knew the sick fuck was fingering himself in time with my movements.
Yep. That was the core of my filthy soul, right there. I should be locked up. Yet it was definitely my part of our mind that suddenly pictured Toshiro laying on top of the white body as I straddled them both, riding my love while he was fucked from below. It was my grin that widened, my eyes that met black and gold with a promise. 'Later.' Zangetsu's wish first.
I had to back off again after a twist of my fingers against his prostate nearly made him cum, though I wasn't sure if the angry growl was from Toshiro or my own neglected cock. His bruised hips flexed, making him whine as he got just enough friction against his own stomach to tease without any relief.
"Nnng! Damn bas – bastards!"
Whatever else he might have wanted to call us was cut off by a startled yelp, my hand leaving a very clear red print on the right cheek of his ass. Zangetsu licked his lips, and I could feel him urging me to spank our naughty dragon raw. Tempting, but I was ready for something else and Toshiro needed to calm down again. I laid one lingering kiss on the hot skin and rocked back just enough for him to start questioning whether I was there. Alone in darkness and silence, still it took a few minutes for him to soften a little.
I knew he had recovered enough lucidity to focus on pushing back his orgasm, the familiar feel of his reiatsu calming from a swirling blizzard to tranquil coolness. He shivered as I reached forward to tangle my fingers in his, his bound hands clasping at the only point of contact. His breathing evened out, and I leaned forward, letting my oil-slicked cock nest between spread cheeks. Again, I reached for his face to check with him, sure of his willingness but determined not to make an error and ruin this.
"Yes! Yes, dammit . . . please!"
It was good that he could not hear, the maniacal laughter of the Hollow would have driven him right over the edge. Zangetsu moved, freeing the knots holding Toshiro's knees. I yanked him upright, one arm around him to ease the pressure of pulling on bound hands as he hissed, arms already sore. Then I undid the knot holding the two arms together, grasped each wrist and passed them to Zangetsu to retie them in front. Honestly, I was a bit exasperated with the whole bondage thing. Easier to just use kido. But what the hell, try anything once.
I guided my love to bring his knees closer together, hearing him groan in relief. Then the groan was devoured by Zangetsu, an aggressive kiss, bodies pressed tight together, Toshiro's clasped wrists trapped between them. There was a streak of red on the widely grinning lips as they moved away, making Toshiro lean forward. As athletic as me, as limber as my yoga-master, the Hollow moved and contorted so quickly that I barely saw it happen even though I knew what he was doing. In a heartbeat, he was on his back again, Toshiro dragged down between the white thighs.
Gasping, my love struggled for a second, hands flattening to push against the Hollow's chest and getting some weight back onto his knees. He had to know now what was planned, and perhaps was surprised by it. Almost surely he thought it was me below him, me pushing my cock up to rub his, me with knees raising to frame his magnificent form. It shouldn't amaze me that Zangetsu wanted Toshiro to fuck him. He was the primal part of me, after all, and I loved it. Still, there was something off about it, something that made the thought of Zangetsu willingly playing the submissive seem unlikely at best, if not impossible. Obviously, my subconscious had other ideas.
And obviously, my ego was every bit as lecherous as my id. Hands on slender sides to help steady my love, I leaned to the side. I simply had to see it, the pale version of my face. I had to see what I looked like at that exquisite moment when two bodies tried to become one, when pain became ache became throb became pleasure unlike anything else. Not even a mirror could capture it, I had found, my attention too focused on the wondrous sensations and my love's face to truly see my reflection.
There it was, as the muscles beneath my hands tightened and rolled, as black toenails dug into sheets, feet shoving hips higher. Teeth clenched with a hiss, neck stretched tense, one hand clutching at bound arms while the other guided the invading cock, and there it was, the moment of yielding when the body stretched and received. Oh, beautiful, such a fragile moment embellished by a soft cry from my love and a purring growl from my other self.
Zangetsu was certainly pushing my definition of him, what with the gentle handling, the careful teasing, the lack of cuts, bruises, bites. I knew Zangetsu loved as deeply as I did, I just had not expected him to show it so blatantly. Even if it was all part of the game to keep Toshiro unsure which was him, there was no faking the soft pleasure suffusing his features or the satisfied smile when Toshiro pushed slowly until he could go no farther.
"God, Ichigo . . . ohh, my darling."
Toshiro stiffened, feeling the Hollow's laughter that he could not hear and likely guessing the truth and I glared at the chuckling bastard. Sinking my nails into Toshiro's sides surely didn't fool him, a too-quick reaction to try to get him to think the Hollow was behind him, not under him. Well, what I was about to do would certainly distract him.
My grip shifted, one hand to my slick and ready erection, one down to his hips, finding that ideal spot where the flat of his bones fit into my palm, fingers curling into the soft curve bordered by ridge of muscle. He sucked in a breath, anticipating, weight shifting onto his hands pressing into Zangetsu who still chuckled, though even he was a bit breathless. He double tapped his fingers on Toshiro's jaw before one white hand vanished into white hair with more of what I would have called uncharacteristic affection before tonight.
"Yes! Yes, just . . . YES!"
It would be my face twisting with the hard pressure, the blissful heat, constricting, sliding as I pulled him back onto my cock. Zangetsu was moaning with the dizzying feeling I knew he'd never experienced before as Toshiro's impressive length dragged inside him. I was clenching my teeth around a growl of sheer pleasure as I pushed into the perfection of my dragon's rippling channel. And he, my love, falling apart with the strings of nonsense words that meant he had lost all will to do anything but chase ecstasy at any cost.
Unreal. Even without the echoing, contrasting joy coming from Zangetsu, unreal how good this felt, how great Toshiro felt. What could have been physically a disaster was easy with the two of us moving together, Zangetsu pushing up to welcome Toshiro back into him as I slid out, then pulling him back again while the white hips rolled back down. Push and pull, shifting the golden body smoothly back and forth between us. As unbelievable as it was for me, how did this feel, fucking and being fucked, helpless between two hard bodies?
"Fuck! Fuck, sweet . . . fuck!"
Yes, Zangetsu, I knew that feeling. And god, I had to pick up the pace, slamming Toshiro forward and making the Hollow howl. The tang of fresh blood hit the air, black nails raking golden back. As for my love, he wasn't capable of anything but harsh gasps as he fought to hang on. Until I bent over him, thrusting forward and down while I jerked him toward me. His screams were delightful, the soundtrack of my dreams since they were soaked not with fear or rage but with the purest pleasure, the absolute commitment of every part of his being to lust. Lust for me.
Almost, I could not break from the drive toward my own release. But I had to do it, had to reach forward, had to tear the blindfold away and collapse the barriers. Fuck me, the response was even more intense than expected, a shout of triumph and passion as suspicions were confirmed and brilliant eyes took in the sight of the powerful beast writhing beneath him. Yes, my love, I knew that feeling. That miracle that floored me every time I saw the divine being that was Hitsugaya Toshiro in my arms, on my cock.
I regretted not seeing the expression on Zangetsu's face when Toshiro came, shouting the Hollow's name, breaking my rhythm in an effort to get even deeper with harsh thrusts that pulled on me as his muscles locked and squeezed. Our naughty dragon broke the rules, the ropes vanishing into chaos, one hand sliding down, Zangetsu's reaction telling me that hand found the disturbingly pale dick I thankfully could not see.
Thought fled, the bliss beckoning me onward, incredible sensations flooding my mind from the other part of my soul just as the physical pleasure crested into near torture.
"Toshiro!"
Two voices calling, two orgasms throwing me into a maelstrom of rapture unlike anything I had yet experienced. I clutched the source of this ecstasy closer, closer, skin to skin, heat to heat, soul to soul, lost in paradise.
ooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooo
"Baby?"
Yawning so wide I heard my jaw crack, I had to force my eyes open. A few bleary blinks and I could make out the devastatingly handsome face only inches from mine. Sprawled on his back, one arm serving as my pillow, one leg propping up my knee, and his entire torso trapped under half my weight . . . just perfect. Even the coldness at my back that told me Zangetsu had faded was perfect, the moment belonging to me and my beloved, whole and happy. It had been nice, though, the manifested zanpakuto wrapped around me as I wrapped around Ichigo, the deliriously happy center of the universe.
"Hnn?"
Impressed that I had managed any kind of response, I yawned again, then burrowed my cheek into the relaxed bicep. I'd lost count, a thing unheard of. My Ichigo and his doppelganger seemed to pluck every sordid fantasy right out of my head, though I did notice they were more gentle than they needed to be, skipping the more violent of my desires. Fair enough. I wouldn't have lasted nearly as long if they had taken my permission to whip and bite and contort. They made up for it with intense passion, surprising variety. All three of us had been fucked, sucked, stroked, and teased to exhaustion.
"You want a bath?"
Water. But I was so content. But the sheet under me was stiff and I knew why. But I was so warm. But I could smell the sweat and cum that I was too comfortably numb to feel. But I just wanted to sleep. But . . . water.
"Mmm."
He chuckled, waking me a little.
"I don't want to move."
Because I knew I would be sore. My eyes drifted shut. Rapid healing or not, there's only so much one can take. A day's recovery would be required.
"We'll rest a while longer, then, love. Bath later. Here."
Something was pressed lightly to my lips and I had to open my eyes yet again. One of those sport bottles he carried everywhere when playing human. Convenient thing, and I suckled shamelessly at the plastic while he squeezed the bottle, not caring how ridiculous I looked as long as I got delicious water.
"You okay?"
A faint note of real concern focused my attention.
"Ichigo."
"Hmm?"
"Do you need praise, my darling?"
"What?"
"You need some petting, beloved?"
Actually petting would have required moving an entire hand. But I did manage little circles with my fingertips on the solid pectoral. Orange brows vanished under the orange spikes that had been mussed and flattened down on his forehead.
"Fine. Needy brat." It took effort, but I turned a little to kiss the bronze skin of my pillow. "Ichigo, thank you. That was everything I asked for and more, and I'll never forget a moment of it. Well, the parts I was conscious for, anyway."
He snorted, then started laughing. Ichigo was too good at telling when my displeased scowl was fake and it only made him laugh harder.
"We can always try again someday, fill in the gaps in your memory. Not anytime soon though. Damned Hollow."
"Jealous? Of yourself? Really, Ichigo."
"Yeah, you don't have any room to talk."
"What does that mean?"
"Not like you'll ever have to share me. I mean, I can't even fantasize about it. Your other half is a fucking dragon."
My turn to laugh, though it was barely more than a sigh.
"Hyorinmaru has a human form, you know. Quite a handsome form, I might add."
It was not happening. Never. Not in a million years. But the stunned look on his face was worth dangling temptation in front of him. He stared at me. Stared at the ceiling. Stared at me.
"K. What's the bet? What do I have to do to earn a wish?"
"No."
"Not fair."
"Even if you won a bet, that is not on the table."
"Not fair! Why not?"
"Because it isn't the same. You know it isn't. Hyorinmaru isn't a normal zanpakuto."
"He's half of your soul, right? How's that different than me and Zangetsu?"
"It just is. Hyorinmaru isn't my instincts. I'm our instincts, if anything. He's the logic, the knowledge. He wouldn't do it, wouldn't even think of it."
"Really?"
His lips were suddenly on mine, tongue taking on that roughness, long and agile and wrapping around my tongue, slithering against the roof of my mouth to force a moan out of me. I was dizzy by the time he let me go, staring into my eyes.
"What do you say, old dragon? You gonna let Toshiro have all the fun?"
No. Nope. Fuck! Please tell me that rumbling purr was just my imagination.
"Look, any challenge you want. I know, how about I rearrange the power structure of the entire universe? I'll even give you a choice because I love you. Hyorinmaru joins us for a night, or . . ."
Without thinking, I yanked my foot back from his toes sliding along my sole. Sneaky fucking bastard.
"Deal?"