Chapter III
The Cat's Meow
Kira and Kurosaki were gently woken up by a warm, broad hand nudging them. Kira recognized it as Ikkaku's hand. He smelt the amazingly good scent of lavender and honey before he caught a whiff of his fellow Fukutaichou's cinnamon and vanilla scent stretching over them. The blonde felt something firm and warm against him and realized Ichigo had his head pleasantly tucked up under his jaw, holding on to each other in their sleep. The redhead had no shirt on, and Kira realized he was still in the gigai they demonstrated with last night. He had borrowed a black shirt and drawstring pants from Ichigo, or Ichigo forced them into his hands, he couldn't remember since he was drunk by that point. It had been a long time since he drank so much, and he was a little irritated at being disturbed from the prodding bald man as the redhead yawned and swatted the prying hand away. He grunted and murmured a 'good morning' before snuggling in closer, holding the blonde in a firm hug. Kira chuckled, and then heard why Ikkaku was waking them up. Someone was at the door knocking. It felt like the girl from last night. He heard a muffled 'breakfast was ready', and watched as Ikkaku stood up, stretched his shirtless torso with the hakama a tad loose, and then undid the bolt to crack the door, luckily only enough for her to see just him. Kira wasn't sure if Ichigo wanted people to see them together, and he wasn't entirely sure himself since he wasn't even sure what they were at this point. It had been a wonderful night with him, but also very sudden, like they hit the ground running. Madarame thanked the girl for waking them and told her they'd be down shortly. He was gentle and kind when he needed to be, and Yamichika knew he had hit the jackpot of lovers, his words. Ikkaku yawned as he scratched at the stubble on his chin while he closed the door.
"Yo, time to get up, c'mon. Foods hot and ready downstairs." Ikkaku said while he walked over and nudged the younger Shinigami that was encompassing the blonde. Ichigo tightened his arms around Izuru's body, trying to hide his face deeper in the Fukutaichou's sensitive neck, earning him a stifled moan.
"No way, I'd rather skip the food and stay like this." Kira pinked at that, avoiding Ikkaku's smiling eyes. Ikkaku also noticed how he had yet to let go of the snuggle bug attached to him. Kira usually didn't allow for such intimate foolery; he knew that personally. After a pause Ichigo huffed and pulled lose despite what he said, pausing to look up at Kira thinking how badly he wanted to kiss him, among a thousand other things right now. But, Ikkaku was in the room cleaning the spare futon and blankets up from his floor. He sighed contently, looking in those ocean blue eyes. "Morning, Izu." He said low and softly before hopping up and turning to help the blonde up. Kira was officially blushing as not many, if anyone, called him nicknames like that. Not anymore at least. Ichigo rubbed his face and let out a little laugh when he got to take in Izuru's morning appearance. His hair was out of place, no longer neatly parted, strands fallen over his face, the thin temple scar obscured again.
"What?" Ichigo was amused. He got close to the the gigai wearing Shinigami and carefully parted his hair with nimble fingers. "Wait, I can do that myself."
"Yea, you could, but I'm already doing it." He carefully brushed the strands back behind Kira's right ear. He blushed, and Ichigo liked that.
"I'd tell you two to get a room, but you're already in it." He was holding the folded items, and grinned at them.
"Funny, baldy. Here, I'll just throw it in the room for now." Ichigo took the folded futon and blanket from the larger man, asking him to open the door for him. Ikkaku did, letting Ichigo go return the borrowed items back to the spare room. It was the only room not offered to be slept in, only Yoruichi being the one house the room when she was here. He'd come retrieve it later when he and Kisuke did laundry. It was Ichigo's idea to take over the laundry from Ururu and Tessai, volunteering both himself and the blonde. Urahara fought him originally, but now it was practically second nature. Plus, it got him up out of the workshop for a few hours every other day. Hirako had thanked him for that saving grace. After depositing the heap, he headed back down the hall and decided to stop to use the restroom.
"So? What's all that about, hmm?" Ikakku looked back to Kira, who was fussing over his hair, embarrassed of the affectionate display and using the small reflection of the glass dome to make sure it looked ok before Ichigo came back in. It felt weird, caring what the redhead thought. Right now, he was thinking whether to amuse Ikkaku, or just avoid it.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Bull, c'mon, Kira-san, you and Ichigo all snuggled up? The little teases here and there last night? He even gave you a back rub last night before you two fell asleep!"
"You were drunk, Madarame." He was trying to smooth out his long locks, debating if he should just put it in a ponytail instead. He did have a scrunchy Ururu gave him last night.
"Not that drunk." He paused and thought before asking the question. "You like him, don't you?" He was grinning like a cat that got the mouse. Yamichika would be ecstatic with the news. He had been worried about him recently, and at the least he could tell him of the genuine smile he made last night and this morning.
"It's complicated." He was doing it again. He did it before, too, when Ikkaku and Yami offered their bed to him. They could feel the want, see the need behind his eyes, but he just politely refused and left. It took two months to get him to just go out on the town with them again the last time Ikkaku offered.
"You don't always gotta' do that to yerself." Ikkaku had a small look of concern mar his face, his grin faltering to a smile.
"Do what?" He was combing fingers through his hair gathering it all up to the other hand.
"Deny yerself something you want. You deserve to be loved, too." Kira stood straight and stared at his friend blankly while he twisted the gifted scrunchy around his silken hair. He thought over all the things he could say back, and only a small fraction were nice. He didn't like being analyzed. It made him think of the cold, calculating presence of Aizen. Ikkaku faced open palms at his friend. "Just, let it happen, if it happens. Don't run away, okay?"
"I don't run away." Aw, shit. He always forgets how damn prideful the long-haired guy is. Ikkaku rolled his eyes and picked up his shirt from the back of the chair. Kira returned to the glass reflection and tugged two halves of his ponytail and tightened it at the base. The older Shinigami watched lost in his thoughts for a moment until Kira faced him again, face still unreadable, so Ikka started putting the shirt on.
"Last night, the feeling around you guys…" he paused to tug the orange shirt over his head. "… it was nice. Real nice. I think I'd like to see it more."
"What's nice?" Ichigo popped back in to grab his cell phone and got a clean tank top from the drawer and pulled it on. His body was thin with almost not muscle mass after he had stopped training and patrolling, but there was slightest of pudge around his tummy, only noticeable when he bent or flexed. Kira found it to be adorable and it made him want to savor it between his teeth. But he decided on ignoring the growing thought and look back to the red crane.
"The booze from yesterday! I was surprised Tessai had been holding out like that." Kira had to resist rolling his eyes at the obvious misdirect. Ikkaku started out of the room, Ichigo pausing to admire the ponytail Kira did with his hands. He was surprised at how well it turned out since he didn't have a comb. Kira came up to the redhead and Ichigo raised his hand out silently letting the blonde go first. Izuru thanked him and passed by, ignoring the bald man's shit eating grin as he passed him in the small upstairs hall, waiting for the other two to pass him again. Ichigo was either good at ignoring it, or just did not register the raised eyebrow and grin directed at them blaringly screaming ohlala. Kira was tempted to flip off the older man. Ichigo didn't skip a beat in the conversation, easily accepting his friend's explanation.
"Right? No shit, Kisuke popped out this bottle last week, too. I looked up the label after thinking I might buy another one, that thing was a $500 bottle!" Ichigo followed Madarame down the stairs, feet thumping on the wooden stairs. Izuru paused, feeling a stirring in his chest. He was overthinking, and he knew it, but he couldn't stop it.
"Where the hell do they get that shit from?" Kira realized he was falling behind and started down after watching the other two get about halfway to the main floor. He could hear all the voices, loud and echoing. Renji and Isshin being the loudest at the moment.
"Well, I know that one was gift, so he hadn't paid for."
"Still, who the hell gifts someone a $500 bottle of liquid?"
"Dude, I thought the same thing!"
"Some people like to be extravagant with the people they care deeply for, especially if they feel that person is deserving of it." The two taller men paused at the base of the stairs to look up at Kira, who was still descending the stairs.
"Nah, but on just a bottle?" Ikkaku looked quizzical, his lip raised in snark reply.
"Yea, like, I can see getting someone jewelry, tickets to a concert, or even paying their rent for a month in some cases, but a single bottle of liquor? That's super extravagant." Ichigo wasn't being snarky about it and was smiling when he turned to Izuru, but he still placed his wrists on his hip.
"Probably, and it may seem ridiculous, but if makes that person happy," he paused, one step above were Ichigo was, looking at him with a smile and felt that swell of emotion in his chest. Was he really having those feelings while he looked at the redhead? "Then why not splurge and do something a little above and beyond?"
"Maybe. But I'd still rather spend that money on something else, personally. But, I guess if it was something the person I liked really wanted, I would definitely spend the money, even if I didn't see the value in it. Just because you don't see the value doesn't mean it isn't valuable, right?" He was practically beaming while he spoke, and the play of Kira's words from last night were not lost on him. Kurosaki held out a hand to Kira, and the blonde knew he wanted him to take it, but he hesitated. He was still thinking, and he wanted to stop, but it was there. They were being foolish together, Ikkaku made him see that. Last night had been the most amazing night he had had in a long time quite frankly, between the intense intimacy and soft touches. He had been enjoying the redhead's presence, but they were being foolish in front of their friends later in the evening. Especially after drinking and getting into compromising shenanigans such as massaging each other in front of their friend and then cuddling all night. He stepped off the last step to Ichigo's side, passing him without even a glance. And that hurt. Deeper than Ichigo would have liked. His smile pursed ever so slightly, and he withdrew his hand, curling it into a small fist. His lip found its familiar home between his teeth.
"I'll return the gigai to Urahara's shop now. Meet you two in the family room."
"Yea, see you there." The broken moment was apparent, and Ikkaku could feel the hurt from Ichigo, but when he stepped forward to check on him, he turned about suddenly, almost running into him.
"Oh, shit, my bad. I, uh, we'll be in for breakfast in a bit. I need to check on something." He patted Madarame's shoulder before heading past him to catch up to Kira. Ikkaku smiled at that. Kira needed someone who would chase him if he got cold feet. It would have been sad if he had let that slip further, and the bald man was relieved to know Ichigo cared enough to actually go talk it over with Izuru. Renji came from the kitchen door past the stairs behind Ikkaku. He was holding some fruit on a platter when he came over.
"Hey, there you are. Where're the other two? You didn't leave them to spend all day in bed, did you?"
"You got that feeling from them, too, then, huh?" Ikkaku grinned at him, snagging an apple from the tray.
"Oh, for sure, they were ogling each other all night." The both laughed before Madarame scratched at his chin a bit.
"Yea, we'll see though. I, uh, probably prodded too much and made that idiot Kira remember had way too much pride and he started back tracking. Ichigo is going to take care of it though, good guy complex."
"Really? I liked them together last night. It was pleasant to watch, to be honest. Compared to, well, you know. He's nice, but Ichigo always feels different when they're together. I don't know, maybe I'm overthinking it, but he just seems happier, in a comfortable sense."
"No, I get that. They always end up bickering over stupid shit and drink too much when they hangout, way more than all of us did last night, that's for sure. You're right, about these two having a better atmosphere around them." He smiled a softer smile and snorted. "Damn, Ichigo didn't even so much as wince last night."
"That's good, glad to know he slept well for once. Urahara-san had Rukia and I a little worried with how they had been getting worse, so I'm really glad. You think it was Izuru-kun?" Ikkaku nodded.
"They were holding each other while they slept, and you should've seen how content he was."
"You know how to make a guy jealous." Renji grinned at his friend and they both turned their attention to Isshin as he came out of the kitchen as well. He was pulling off a pink oven mitten. One of Ururu's favorites.
"There, the rolls are pulled out, but should probably cool off for a minute. What's happening out here?"
"Your son playing hero with a way too stubborn blonde," Ikkaku proclaimed.
"So, I wasn't imaging all that yesterday?" He was loving the gossip, especially with hearing the good news about his son.
"Oh, no, they're way into each other, like love at first sight serious," Ikkaku grinned madly.
"But, that's scaring Kira after he's sobered up from yesterday. I don't know. We'll see, he may just need time." Abarai crossed his arms after Isshin took the tray and looked to Isshin with a smile.
"He's had time, for almost a decade now. He needs to let go and just let someone in. And personally, Ichigo sounds like the right person to do that." The other two agreed with Ikkaku, and the three all walked back to the family room talking about the odds of the two sticking it out.
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"Hey, Izu! Come on, wait up, will you?" Ichigo was starting to get nervous, the blonde was ignoring him as he came up behind him after the speedy Shinigami had gotten down to the other worldly underground bunker first, purposely avoiding facing Ichigo. "Look, hey. Hey… If I did something, said something, tell me, okay? I'll work on it, I promise." The kind and concerned words cut the blonde deeply. He knew if he looked, he'd break his thin resolve.
"You didn't do anything wrong, Kurosaki-kun. I'm just returning the gigai. Go back upstairs." Ichigo became frustrated and grabbed Kira's forearm gently and tried getting him to turn around. His words were strained, and it upset Ichigo in hearing that. "Let go, please."
"No, not until you look at me!" Kira turned suddenly and tugged his arm out from the other's grasp. Izuru's eyes were wet, tears barely held back. His breath was ueven, and his lips were tight. Ichigo felt a stab in his chest at the sight. "I… I'm sorry… I just. Please? Tell me what happened?"
"Nothing happened." Kira squeezed his eyes when his voice cracked, and a tear fell. He inhaled sharply, his throat hurting. He looked to Ichigo, trying to remain composed. "We. What happened yesterday." He paused to sniff up the wetness he was feeling in his nose and move his stinging eyes before, finding it difficult to land them back onto Ichigo. "Last night was the very first night we ever spent more than an hour together at a time. And yes, I will admit, it was amazing, I wasn't lying when I said I think you're amazing," he inhaled and blew it out his mouth, the feelings swelling hard against his chest. "But the reality is that we barely know each other, despite both having been intimate with Ichimaru'sama, and we're getting swept up, insanely fast, and even making fools of ourselves in front of people we know."
"I… I get that it was, is, sudden, but, please, just… don't give up on it just because it's new. And sure, it might now work long term, but I really, really enjoy our time together." He swallowed thickly and inhaled a shaky breath. "And not just the sexual time. All of it, including this morning…" He walked up closer, hesitating for a second before wiping Izuru's cheek with the back of his slim fingers, trying his best to show an honest smile. Kira cried more at the display, and Ichigo leaned closer, trying to keep eye contact. When Kira looked to him, he continued. "Waking up next to you felt like the most complete, wholesome thing I've had in a really long time. I. Shit." He held his head back, tears falling more now, swallowing past the tightness in his throat. He breathed a few times before blinking away the tears while close to Izuru, who was rubbing Ichigo's exposed shoulders. He wasn't sure if it was to comfort the redhead or calm his nerves. Ichigo smiled a lopsided smile, his eyes scrunching with emotion. "I want this. I want an us. At least to try it. We're not even giving it a go yet, and you're saying to stop?"
"I don't know. I really don't. It just feels so illogical to think we can just take off running when we've just landed."
"Maybe, maybe it is. But, I don't care. I don't care that we just hung out for the first time, because I loved it, every second. These last two days have had more emotions and pleasures run through me then 3 years of just fucking around with Grimmjow." Kira knew about it, but it felt awkward in the moment to hear about it from Ichigo. "And I want more of the feelings you provide. I don't want to be just a one-night stand or the occasional bi-yearly visit with you. I want more moments with you. I want to go shopping you. I want go to a Seireitei bar with you and the other guys. I want hot and heavy moments, sad moments, calm and collected moments." That hit home deep inside Izuru, making him sob, the tears feeling cool on his heated skin. Ichigo was gently holding his elbows, Kira's hands holding onto the tank he was wearing. "Hey, call me stupid if you want," he leaned his forehead to Kira's, and the blonde closed his eyes leaning into the touch. "Because I think I'm in love with you." Another small sob, and a smile to follow it. The ocean blues opened and looked up to him. Ichigo's smile stretched as his heart pumped heavy. "I don't want to stop; I want to keep running with you. I want us to have moments together. Small moments, big moments, quiet moments, loud moments, the whole fucking spectrum of emotions, I want to experience those with you. And when we get tired of running, we'll relax together until we can get back up and run all over again."
"You are an idiot. You're such an idiot." Kira was looking up, trying to sniffle and blink the falling tears away before looking Ichigo in his red rimmed eyes, reaching up to wipe the fallen tears with his palms, resting them on his cheeks. Ichigo was warm against his hands. "But I do want to be able to call you my idiot. My incredibly handsome, incredibly amazing idiot."
"Well, thanks. I'll take that as a compliment." They shared a snicker at the exchange, but paused in feeling each other, emotionally and physically. Kira's hands reached up and laced into his hair, pulling him a little closer, Ichigo closed the distance and just held him close. His orange hair laid over his shoulder, Kira's hands still in his hair, fingers softly carded through his hair and held him to his body while his partner let his hands roam the warm tee shirt adorned body. They stood there for a while, letting the emotions calm and the tears dry while they just held each other. They both felt it, the swell of fondness in their hearts. With a few post crying inhales and a squeeze around each other they stepped back. They held each other's faces and caressed the damp skin, thumbs wiping and exploring the skin there. Searching deep in each other's eyes. Ichigo licked his lip, Kira being the one to close in the distance again, this time to capture the other's lips in a passionate kiss, deep and thrilling in nature. Tongues danced around while they held each other. They parted and Ichigo sucked in air, a smile settled in fast. "Will you go out with me, Kira Izuru?" The semi-formality made Kira feel he must have been joking, but seeing the serious look in his eyes, he knew he wasn't. He smiled back, caressing the redhead's cheek again, his right hand over Ichigo's heart, feeling the thumping even with the black fabric there.
"Yes, I would like that very much so." The pure joy that washed over the younger man's face was astounding. It filled Kira with so many emotions, his eyes stinging with new tears. "I'll very much like to be with you. Emotionally, physically," he licked his lip slowly eyeing Ichigo's fine body, "and every other way. I am worried about leaping in, but I really, honestly, do want this. I've… been interested in you for a while, so this. It isn't exactly new feelings for me."
"Wait, seriously? Since when?" Kira laughed, using the palm of his hand to wipe the new tears.
"Do you remember, well, you may not it was a while ago, I think you were around 17 or so, but uh…" He smiled to Ichigo. "Abarai and Shuuhei had convinced us to go shopping with them in downtown Karakura, and we stopped in this export shop that had a hand made jewelry rack?"
"Yea, of course I remember that." He snorted softly, caressing long locks from the ponytail, gently capturing a few and bringing them to his lips as he closed his eyes. "You had bought a bracelet and it was being difficult to get on." He opened his eyes, looking directly into gorgeous blues, warm with the memory. The blonde felt excitement in knowing he remembered that time after all. "You were being so damn adorable, messing with the clasp. You didn't hear me say that to you when I came up?"
"I… I remember you muttering something, but I hadn't heard you. Wait, so you thought I was being… cute?" Kira inquired feeling giddy about it.
"Mm-hm, super cute." He let hair go in favor of moving his hand to the back of the Fukutaichou's neck, and gently guided him into another, much slower and more languid kiss, the two Shinigami took their time. When Ichigo pulled back, Izuru followed to add another chaste kiss before he pulled back as well. Both licked their lips, a feeling of content washed over their features. "So, you really have liked me that long, huh?"
"Mm, not… actively, if you want to say it like that, but…" He sucked in his lower lip in thought before releasing it. "I won't deny that I would check you out at gatherings, or when I stayed at the Shoten." Ichigo was genuinely flattered, and he smiled with pride.
"Same, but I never thought you'd go for someone like me, so I just kept to myself about it."
"Really? Why?" He shrugged in response to Izuru's question.
"I don't really know. There wasn't any logic behind the thought, it was just there, so I just never tried or let myself think on it too much. I figured I'd get rejected or something. I've only just recently started being open about myself, you know. But I kind of regret not trying sooner, knowing everything I know now. Feeling what I'm feeling being with you. All of it feels so unreal."
"Well, maybe it is. Maybe it's all a dream." He whispered it, dry lips ghosting his partners before they pressed their lips together for a moment in a chaste kiss linked to a second longer one and third quick one.
"Then please pump me full of sleeping pills, because I don't want to wake up." Kira giggled at that.
"Not healthy. You can die from that you know?" Kira flicked his forehead. Ichigo opened an eye with a humored look while he laughed, rubbing his head. He playfully whined about it. It felt nice being able to slip back into easy conversation. He saw the time, and it had been almost forty-five minutes since they came down. Time flies when you're enjoying yourself.
"Come on, lets get you out of this gigai and get back upstairs before they send reinforcements."
"That'd be horrifying."
"Right? Plus, I'm starving if I'm being honest right now. That was a little exhausting."
"I'll agree with that. At least we resolved it."
"Yea, true. So, do you prefer boyfriend or lover?" The punch to his arm lacked effort and made him recoil jokingly. Kira popped in the soul candy, Ichigo easily caught the lifeless doll. It still creeped him out to see them when they weren't in use. The ranked member adjusted his uniform, and walked up to ask Ichigo to wait for a moment as he grabbed out the scrunchie from the identical doll's hair and proceeded to comb his hair into a ponytail again while Ichigo easily and gently hoisted the doll up, treating it like it was actually Kira, supporting the head and carried it to the small housing unit Kisuke made for all the gigai. When he came back out his boyfriend, god help him that felt amazing to actually think, was ready, hair back, eyes still wet and a little puffy with an expectant look. Ichigo waved him over to house, which made him smile with a confused face, still trusting enough to walk over. Ichigo turned to the journal laden desk inside, and pulled free some tissues, taking one to Kira's face gently before using a fresh one on himself. Kira grabbed another clean one and blew his nose, facing away from Ichigo as to not be rude. Ichigo followed suite, turning and blowing his own nose. Once they were done, he grabbed his new lover's tissues with one of his and tossed them in the small trash next to the desk.
"Ready?"
"Ready."
They ascended to the main house again, Ichigo being helped up by Izuru. The others could still be heard, boisterous and yelling something about Jinta's game. The two were feeling giddy, exchanging glances and sharing a laugh as they approached. Kira did something he hadn't felt comfortable doing in over a decade. He grasped Ichigo's fingertips with his as he opened the sliding door and walked in, still holding Ichgio's fingers. Most of the large group glanced back, a majority returned to the intense match between Ikkaku and Isshin. Jinta was jumping and yelling for Ichigo's father to grab the rare item that dropped because he'd gain fire abilities. Renji was sat next to Tessai and both shared a brief look, and though Izuru noticed he decided in that moment that he didn't care what they all thought. He was enjoying himself. He wanted to be free to just enjoy himself without the constraints he and society placed on himself for all this time. They sat and Ichigo slipped his hand back in Izuru's only further up, squeezing his newfound boyfriend's. Ururu waved sweetly while she pushed a lidded tray toward where they sat. Ichigo thanked her for saving them some and the blonde gave Ichigo's hand a squeeze back before letting go to remove the lid of the tray before he passed him a set of hashi from the center of the table.
Isshin and Ikkaku gave up the remotes to Takara and Shibamei, who squealed with delight, and headed over to the table, letting the others fill in the gap around the television. Ikkaku plopped next to Ichigo, clapping him on the back making him almost choking on the eggs he was trying to eat. He gave him a look before grabbing the juice to get the food down. Izuru and Renji laughed so Ichigo gave a look to Izuru before he snagged a sausage from his plate, which made the blonde's face blanch with faux concern and make a faint 'hey'. Kon bellowed something inaudible, and the group erupted over something that happened on the screen. Ikkaku grunted at the loud noise as he sat with his elbow on his knee, a hand held up his head while Isshin sat by Tessai, muttering something to him as he received a smile and a nod. Ichigo figured they were making some remark but couldn't hear it over the groups' uproar. Besides, it felt nice to just exist in the moment and not let the looks and whispers bother him. It's not like any of them were ill intended, just maybe a little embarrassing. He looked to his boyfriend, his boyfriend, wow that's going to take some getting used to, and smiled. Their red, puffy eyes not lost on the others, but they came back happy, hands clasped, and that's all that mattered right then. Today was a wonderful day so far. Now Ichigo just had to deal with the rest of it. Ironically the plans he had been excited for just yesterday morning felt dull and dreadful in comparison to what was going on now. He didn't want to spend it with the hallow, but they made plans with mutual friends and he didn't want to not show up. Plus, he was already planning to use the night alone with Grimm to break it off with him. No more one-night drunken flings, only to wake up to an empty apartment. Renji said something, starting up a conversation with Ikkaku about something coming up in Seireitei, a festival or something. Ichigo was only half aware of the conversation, a certain person's hot thigh pressed against his distracting him. The sounds mixed in, side conversations broke out here and there as the two ate their breakfast together peacefully.
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It was breaching into night now, the warm colors of the sky turning in to cool purples and blues. The moon a sliver in the distance. Ichigo tried to be calm, but his nerves were lit thinking about what he was about to do. They had fun at the bar with a few of their shared human friends, some from Grimmjow's part time gig when he was in town, but the whole time Ichigo felt he was on eggshells, and kept thinking about leaving not really wanting the conflict that he knew would happen tonight. Plus, he felt like he had been leading the other on all night, but he had just been nice while in front of their friends. Grimm had kept asking if everything was okay, more than a few times, to which Ichigo just told him they'd talk later. He still considered him a friend, and hoped he'd understand. But then again it was Grimmjow. The teal haired man unlocked his second story apartment, strode in and tossed his keys and Ichigo's backpack toward the couch. The lighting was soft, only the fish tank on the counter provided light in the studio apartment. It was a peaceful, simply styled little studio. A small tv sat on an end table made into an entertainment stand, a small glass top coffee table with a motorcycle magazine and used coffee mug on it, just a tiny microwave with an old coffee pot in the kitchen, and a cream couch with an assortment of pillows thrown around with a small blanket. Ichigo had insisted on him having a blanket, though the Espada didn't really see a point in it himself. Adjacent to the couch was a matching armchair. Ichigo often sat in it when they played games. Said youth followed him in reluctantly and asked if they should order pizza later, or just walk down to the local convenience store to fill the empty space with something other than his anxiety as he started to reach for the light switch.
Then Grimmjow turned on his heel suddenly and pressed Ichigo flush to the wall inside the doorframe all the while grabbing the door and closed it with a loud 'thunk' sound. His left hand already pressed to the side of the younger man's jugular, his ringed fingers caressing the soft ear lobe as his right laced under the tight v-neck Ichigo had on. He quickly caught the younger male's lips with his, fierce with need. Ichigo groaned into it and pressed back, trying to get Grimmjow off as he tasted the metal ball and felt the new lip ring against his own lips. He had been thinking of how different Izuru made him feel all day, and it had stirred his cravings for the blonde, making him desperately wish it was Kira in front of him, not the clawing man. The new couple's kissing had been fantastic, and the blowjob ecstatic, but it was the small touches to his arm and whispered conversations that really hit home. Eventually Grimm pressed on him harder, overpowering his pushing and used his free hand found the other's peach nipple and tweaked it, hard, earning a delicious gasp, returning Ichigo's mind to the present. A fanged mouth dipped down and bit a trail from throat to jawline while his other hand moved to the orange strands, encasing them in a firm grasp that pulled at the sensitive nerves of his scalp. Ichigo started to feel his nerves give way. This isn't what he had come for this night. He was here to stop these one-night stands that consisted of drinking until he didn't feel and could fantasize about being fucked by a dead man.
"Shit. Grimm, wait! Will you just listen for once!?" Ichigo pushed on his big shoulders, trying to get his attention, panic setting in at the edge of his senses. He was starting to recall times were he would be pushed down and not be able to fight off board shoulders. Then he thought he saw movement in his peripheral.
"What're ya talking about? Why the fuck should I wait?" His claws tightened into the hair and yanked back exposing more of his milky throat, ripe for sinking fangs into. Ichigo looked uncomfortable and that was really pissing off the man at the other side of the apartment.
"He said to cut that shit out because you have a guest present, you fucking savage." Grimmjow ceased his advances, frozen for a moment before he whipped around to see Hirako, of all fucking people, stepping from the restroom as he wiped his hands with a towel. "Or maybe he was telling you to quite because he didn't want your big, nasty paws on him. Hell, I would've grabbed him and taken off if not for Ki wanting me to touch base with you on what has been happening in Hueco Mundo..." He tilted his head in a gesturing manner towards the obviously still uncomfortable youth as he kicked the bathroom door shut. His tone changed to one of consideration and a smile. "So wanna' order that pizza, Ichi-kun? Or order whatever, it's on me."
"Fuck. Seriously? Now?!" Grimmjow whined with indignity. Not that Ichigo didn't welcome the rescue, but he really wanted to get what he had to discuss out and done with. He didn't want to sit all night with him without telling him. It was the just like the party earlier.
"It can't wait until morning, Shinji?" Ichigo felt himself give a small pout, and inwardly kicked himself. Hirako gave him a look that read 'why the fuck would you want to be alone with this guy'.
"No, if Kisuke is right, he wants to take action soon. S'ry." Hirako shrugged unapologetically.
"Fucking serious?" Hirako nodded at Ichigo while he sat at the kitchen breakfast bar stool. He had on white slacks held up with a red belt that had a gold buckle and pressed burgundy button up tucked in neatly with the arms folded up to his elbows. Off hand Ichigo wondered if his nightly plans had gotten ruined as well. He also noticed the gold bracelet with a little gold plate on it. One he knew for a fact Kisuke had bought the last time they were out doing some household shopping. Ichigo had wondered why he hadn't seen it around the house.
"Afraid so, kid." Hirako gestured with his hand midair, the bracelet catching the light of the tank. Ichigo wiped his hands over his face while he groaned. Grimmjow sat on the couch, fuming in silence at that point. "C'mon, s'not so bad, think of it as I'm saving the damsel in distress from the big, ugly beast. Seriously, kid, you can do way better than this guy." The fiercely thrown remote was easily caught by Shinji, who laughed at that point. It wasn't new that the two didn't get along. And it hadn't been the first time Hirako told Ichigo he thought he could do better. However, Ichigo laughed at it this time, because he was actually doing better.
"Shut up, you damn visored!" Grimmjow bellowed at the blonde Taichou practically over the back of the couch.
"I'm going home." Ichigo picked up his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. He could just come back and talk to him another time. Or better yet, just text him and be done with it.
"Wait, what? Why?" Grimm turned around with disbelief. Grimm had felt like he'd fucked up since earlier, his baby boy giving him the cold shoulder any time he touched him all night. The other humans there knew they were a thing, so he didn't understand the sudden rejection.
"What help am I going to be? You know I don't deal with that shit anymore. Anyway, I never got to finishing my paper the other night, and I probably should." His tone was one of relief, like he had been given a ticket to his freedom. And that hurt Grimmjow more.
"No, come on, babe, stay. For the sake of my sanity, sweety? I'll break out the whiskey, the one you like." Grimmjow was always intriguing when he pleaded. Ichigo still couldn't believe he did it, though he thought he might be the only person to ever be on the receiving end. And he hated when he said stupid shit. He wasn't against petnames, but being sure Grimm was off fucking other Arrancar made them feel cheap.
"Don't call me that shit. I'm not any of that to you. And why, you're both adults." He motioned to them both. Then he thought a moment when he saw the fish in the tank. "Reckless, powerful adults who hate each other and would probably kill the poor fish before dawn if you were left alone…" He rolled his eyes, hating that he had a heart way too big, placing the backpack back down next to the entertainment stand. "What the hell am I doing? Fine, but I don't want pizza. You're paying for some Chinese. And not the cheap shit from around the corner."
"I said order whatever." Hikaro was practically grinning to himself. This was going to be a long, stupidly annoying night. At the very least Shinji was there now, too, so he felt like Grimm wouldn't try anything anymore tonight. He'd talk to him before he went back home tomorrow. It'd probably be taken better if it wasn't at night, since there was an obvious miscommunication tonight.
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Ichigo woke up with a foul taste in his mouth. The top-quality food he gotten away with ordering had been great, but the cheap whiskey and after snacks had not been the best of choices. The light streaming in from the small living room window was blinding. He reached up to block it from his eyes, hearing a chuckle. He squinted to the matching armchair adjacent to the old couch. Hirako was sitting there, legs crossed, a hot coffee from the nearby cafe still steaming in his hands.
"Afternoon, strawberry." Ichigo groaned at the hangover and wanted to rinse his face off.
"Shut up. Hey, Grimmjow, hurry it up." He sat up and directed it to the bathroom.
"He ain't in there, so go ahead if you need to go."
"Huh? What do you mean?" He looked around, there was a folded paper bag from the coffee shop Shinji had gotten to recently, as well as a large iced latte, his favorite caramel flavor he noted. But, no Grimmjow anywhere. Great, the prick took off without saying anything. Again. Ichigo sat up, letting his still waking up toes down on to cold laminate. It wasn't the best apartment in the world, but one Grimmjow could afford to keep even when he had to go back for extended periods. "Shit, that fucking asshole. He really left to go to Hueco Mundo again?"
"Yea, Kisuke and Yoruichi went with him this time."
"That still doesn't excuse him just taking off. He could've woken me up to say goodbye at least." He picked up the iced coffee without asking if it was his and took in a big sip. It was cold on his hot tongue and delightful over the dried taste leftover in his mouth before getting up and stepping into the small bathroom. It was only a small toilet and sink present, the shower a shared resident one down the way. He had morning wood and thought about throwing caution to the wind and releasing some tension, but the thought of taking another sip of the nice cold beverage negated the need to relieve it. Instead he shook it off and tucked it up under the rim of the borrowed sleeping pants. He flushed, washed his hands with soap and then rinsed his face before taking the towel and drying himself off. He opened the door and sauntered back to the couch. The blonde sat forward putting his coffee down to rummage through the noisy paper bag, retrieving a wrapped sandwich and handing it to Ichigo after he made his way back. It was ham and swiss with lettuce and tomato, Hirako was really good at remembering what he liked from when he'd join Urahara and him out.
"I keep telling you I don't think you two are really good together."
"I know. I was going to tell him that last night. Thanks, by the way, you fucking asshole. I was seriously on pins all night thanks to you; I had been waiting to tell him I wasn't wanting to mess around anymore all day." He pointed his finger at Hikaro as he took a big bite out of the freshly made deli sandwich.
"Woah, you being serious right now?" Hirako laughed before opening his ruben sandwich to start eating as well. "Good for you, kid."
"But really, thanks for butting in when he wasn't stopping earlier in the night."
"You're welcome, yea, he was pissing me off by not listening to you. Superficially, yea, you two look great together! But most of the time I got the feeling you felt like you were on eggshells when you're standing near him. Half of the time he doesn't listen to you. And I saw that happening firsthand last night. It agitated the shit out of me right away."
"Hm, that's true. It has been going downhill ever since he started disappearing. It was when I gave up thinking we could be a couple, with the lack of communication and all. And that was two years ago now. I'm pretty sure he fucks around when in Hueco Mundo. Especially that last time. Fucking half a year, without a word!" Ichigo took another sip, and bigger bite. He glanced to Hirako and thought the face he made looked a little pensive. Still, he didn't say what was on his mind, looking to the window while sipping his mocha whatever-it-was-called. "So, you guys think these new numbers in Hallows and Arrancar in Hueco Mundo could be more than just them pooling in from other regions in that world?"
"Kisuke does, yes, and so does the Queen herself. At the least they're both worried about it affecting the already limited resources on top of potential territorial fighting between ranked espada that already were established when Aizen was there and the new ones coming in." Hikaro let his eyes drift back to Ichigo, who was only listening, focusing on the sandwich while he took another sip of his hot coffee. "Harribel doesn't let anyone there, by the way. It's sealed off." Ichigo gaged on the food in his mouth, coughing a bit before putting the almost done sandwich down in favor of the beverage to clear his throat.
"Wha-? Oh, you mean… Okay, that's… good?" He really didn't know how to respond. It felt like more importance was being placed on to it than necessary.
"Just saying, kid. No need to feel that place was being intruded on." Sometimes Ichigo felt like the older man knew what went through his head. Like he already knew all about what the two traitors did to him. And that both terrified and thrilled him.
"Thanks for telling me, but it's fine if the space is needed…"
"You would be okay with it? With a bunch of strangers walking all over that room deep in Aizen's grand palace? His personal chambers, where you were kept, were everything happened, being lived in by someone else?" Hirako was skidding close to the edge today, and the blonde knew it.
"What do you want from me, Hira?" He over exaggerated with lolling his head back, being playful with the Taichou.
"Just unbridled honesty. Nothing complicated." He sat forward and bit into the sandwich again. The sauerkraut falling between his fingers. Ichigo thought a moment, and looked back to him, remembering he'd have the opportunity to get it all off of his chest soon. He looked forward to seeing Kira again. Even if it had to be years for him to talk about everything with his boyfriend, he would wait patiently. It drove a zing of electricity through his being when he remembered the time he had spent with hm the other night, and yesterday morning. Izuru was incredibly handsome, and they were dating now. That was, wow, it felt insanely good to even think. He smiled to Hirako.
"When I'm ready to open up, I'll let you know, okay? Just, not now. I want to focus on my future right now." The amount of happiness spilling from the kid right then was hard not to smile at. "Kira was in town yesterday, by the way! He stayed over along with some new guys Ukitake-san had him showing around the previous night." He popped the last little corner bite into his mouth, crumbling up the paper wrapping. Hirako was trying to cover the smile on his face with the back of his gilded wrist, Ichigo was way too easy to read right then. "Poor guys, they fell victim to the power couple that was my dad and Tessai."
"That sounds horrifying. That the reason you didn't get to ya' homework, schoolboy?" He was resting his chin on his wrist, observing the intense peach blush that shot up over the younger man's face.
"Maybe." He was teasing with a sly smile and was being too honest, but Hirako was someone he knew he could be honest with. Mostly anyway. He still held a few of his cards close, but he knew Hikaro was the only one before even Grimmjow that ever got him to admit being gay years ago, and that was only after telling him about himself liking men as well. It was why he felt okay to open up to Kisuke about his liking men recently since the two men started dating. It wasn't that he felt he was suddenly revealing this unknown factor; he wasn't stupid and sure that the scientist and others around him already knew. It was the freedom of being honest with the people he cared about. Shinji chuckled lowly.
"No blonde pretty boy keeping you distracted?"
"Like I said, maybe." He was trying to not burst into a full smile. He couldn't help it though; the mention of Kira made his heart flutter and it was hard to fight off a genuine smile. Hirako returned the comfortable smile before pointing at Ichigo.
"There. That's the look I want to see more of."
"What the fuck does that even mean?" But Ichigo knew exactly what his friend was getting at. He couldn't help this overwhelming fondness that swelled in him. He picked up his drink and sat back with it. "So, what's with this whole rumor of you and Kira not getting along? As far as I can tell I don't see why you wouldn't."
"It's… complicated. And it's not that we don't get along. He just has a set way he does things, as so do I." Ichigo took a sip, staring at Hirako with a please go on look. "Look, in all honesty, I think I overstepped a little bit, and he didn't exactly take it well. We'll work it out though, it wasn't anything grievous. We just need time to adjust to each other."
"You're being vague about it on purpose."
"Damn right I am, it's none of your business, you cocky little faggot."
"Pff, then I guess I'll just have to find out from Izuru." He held a sly smirk on his face. A veiled threat.
"Hah! Good luck, he's a stubbornly proud guy. He might shut you down the moment you bring it up!"
"I don't know, he seems like a pretty receptive guy. I should know." He smiled openly and winked before taking a long sip from the coffee.
"I'm not sure I wanna' know…" The Taichou's face drained sarcastically at the display. Ichigo laughed blissfully at the display, slapping Hirako's knee.
"Sure you do, you're almost to the level of perv that I am." He sat back, a cocky smile on his face, pointing to his friend. "And that's definitely telling of you wanting to know."
"Okay, I do, but at the same time I work with the guy, you know?"
"But he's also my boyfriend now." That felt so phenomenal to say out loud to the older man, a sense of pride and content filling him until it dawned on him that he had yet to officially end the physical relations he had with Grimmjow, the apartment's rightful tenant. The apartment he was currently sitting in. Whatever, he'd do it the minute Grimm came back. It's not like they were dating or anything. Hirako was eyeing him with a questioning look.
"Boyfriend? With Kira, my Kira-fukutaichou? Jumping the gun with him, eh? Have you two even been hanging out recently?" Ichigo nibbled his lip while avoiding eye contact, looking to the cup in the blonde's hand, eyes flickering up for a moment.
"Yesterday… and, the day before, yea…" He thought for a moment after. "It's not like we never saw each other before. We've hung out at a lot of events over the years. Hell, he's come over and stayed at the Shoten. I've literally sat next to him during dinner with Ki and the others when they visit. It's not like I just met him yesterday."
"Are you two even being serious?" The man's face was unreadable to Ichigo as he looked him in his cool grey eyes. He knew the answer to that, without hesitation.
"I am." There was a deep resolve in his reply, his eyes unwavering. Hirako broke into huge smile. Ichigo rolled his eyes. What a bluffer.
"Good! You guys will be fantastic together, I'm sure of it." Ichigo blushed at heading right into the man's trap, sipping his coffee while grabbing the tv remote. He had already slept past noon, and figured he'd chill with his friend for a bit before feeding the fish and taking off back home. While flicking through the channels the various sounds spilled through the apartment, along with the neighbors arguing over something next door. Even the sounds of cars honking rolled into the living room. The apartments were cheap, and Grimmjow never had to worry about someone messing with him. After a few minutes of the two sipping their drinks and pausing every few channels Hirako put his down to go to the bathroom. Ichigo finally settled on his default go to channel, which was just a cooking channel. The show was about sugar confectionery artists. Hirako came out of the restroom and headed into the kitchen, rummaging through the cupboards. Ichigo heard him complain about the lack of anything edible, obviously not satisfied with just the sandwich he had eaten. Eventually the redhead heard the crinkle of a chip bag and a comical 'ah hah' from the man. The cupboard slammed shut as Hirako headed back to his seat. The tv had someone making little caramel leaves for a chocolate rose, and while he tasted the caramel coffee Ichigo suddenly remembered something.
"That's it!" Ichigo pointed to the tv.
"What's it?" Hirako was watching the show, opening the bag of salted potato chips.
"Caramel! He tasted like caramel!" The pillow almost knocked his coffee out of his hand. He burst out loud laughing, grabbing the pillow and tossing it to the corner of the couch.
"Nasty ass." But Shinji was laughing as well.
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The apartment building's lights were beginning to flicker on as the glow of dusk drifted in. It was already 6 and the spring could only push the sunlight so long. The sky was a pretty mix of pinks and oranges. Ichigo headed out, locking the door to the cat's apartment when his phone went off. He pulled it out he went down the stairs, careful not to run into the person sitting halfway down the staircase. He glanced at the device, and his heart bloomed. He hadn't expected it to be Izuru, and that made him excited since A, he had been wanting to text him all day but didn't want to turn him off with being over baring so early on, and B, it meant that the blonde was thinking of him and that was really hot. He got to his car and tossed the backpack in the backseat before he hopped into the driver's side. He licked his lips with anticipation as he opened the text.
'Hey, I'm still in town with Abarai. We just finished clearing out some hallows near the park off Kitamura St'
He was insanely excited right now. It felt foreign to him. He would get excited when Grimmjow came to town, but that feeling paled in comparison. This wasn't just some sexual feeling begging to be let out. He wanted to do all of that, too, but he genuinely liked just being with him, just being in the same room made him happy. And that was a lot to take in for the orange haired young man. His phone charmed again.
'Want to meet up and do something?'
Ichigo set to replying, not wanting the blonde to think he was ignoring him.
'do you really need to ask me? When and where?'
He was getting butterflies, and that hadn't happened since high school. Only one other person ever made him feel this lightheaded and stupidly giddy. And he was gone, forever, Ichigo having already attended that funeral. But Kira wasn't. He was alive and here, about a 10-minute drive away. Ichigo saw the message change to read. Then the three dots. He missed feeling like this. It was refreshing. Another charm. Ichigo bit his lip to contain the amount of feelings that were trying to burst free.
'At the park? I'm not in a gigai, so going out somewhere isn't as much of an option. Sorry'
'Why are you sorry? No problem at all really im not that superficial.'
He thought after sending it, tapping to quickly add on to the already sent one. He sounded stupid but hoped Izuru liked it.
'the park sounds wonderfully romantic'
Read. A long pause before the three dots.
'Abarai will be there, too'
Oh. Yea, Ichigo forgot about that piece of information. Still, he loved the guy like a brother and didn't really mind too much. It wasn't like he planned to run over and jump the guy's bones tonight. He would have loved to but wasn't planning on it.
'it can still be romantic, he can watch us'
Read. Three dots.
'LOL whatever are you coming or not?'
'cant if im texting you handsome'
'Then stop texting me, dumbass'
Ichigo laughed way harder than he should have. He couldn't think of the last time he heard Izuru say something like that in person. He dropped his phone in the cupholder and put the car in reverse, pulling out of the lot and down the street toward the park. He knew where it was, having gone a few times with his family. He was feeling incredible, and right then he determined he liked feeling like he was walking on clouds very much so. The pinks were drifting into the night sky, clouds fading into stars. He was lucky enough to hit a light a couple of blocks before the park when the phone charmed again.
'JK Abarai is going to be taking care of some hallows that appeared nearby tonight.'
That was… exciting, and a little intimidating, if he was being honest. He had thought about him all night while listening to the other two discuss the hallow population issue last night, wishing he could have that gorgeously fat cock in his ass. Imagining what it would feel like having all that cum all over his body or be held down and fucked into a blinding orgasm. Maybe he really did want to jump the blonde's bones. He was getting excited in more ways than one now. He dropped the phone again when the light changed and continued with a renewed vigor. He saw the parking lot for the public park and pulled into it. After parking under a streetlight, he got out of the car and smiled before he tugged out his badge, he pressed it to his chest. He quickly put his body in the back seat before grabbing his phone.
'here where r u?'
Read. A long pause. Ichigo stood looking to the device, waiting for the reply. Some evening strollers walked by, commenting on the sleeping kid in the car. Still no reply. What the Hell?
"You have horrendous grammar when you text, you know?" Ichigo nearly dropped his phone at the sudden verbal reply from behind him. Kira laughed at his reaction as he turned to see him, his chest thumping heavily. It was the first time he saw him since that last morning. He looked so damn good; his long hair fanned over his shoulders. Shoulders that looked broad in his uniform. The warm light of the streetlamp made his golden hair and pale skin glow. The shihakushou he wore was parted further than usual, obviously disheveled from purifying the hallows with Renji. Ichigo was thrilled that it revealed a well-toned chest slick with sweat. He was openly looking the man up and down, licking his lips. Kira snickered at the honest display. "Should I be flattered by that look in your eyes?"
"Oh, most definitely." He strode up to his handsome lover, taking his face in his palm and stroking the pinked skin with his thumb. Izuru smiled softly at the display, long lashes flickering up and then down as he played with Ichigo's collar. It was a comforting moment of silence, words unnecessary. Ichigo slid his fingers over and into his boyfriend's silky hair, combing through it gently as he tucked some behind his ear before gliding to stroke over the slender scar that ended at the edge of his cheekbone with soft knuckles. Their eyes met shyly, and they smiled. Ichigo cleared his throat a tad before speaking, he felt warm suddenly. "So? Anything planned?"
"You shouldn't ask me that right now." His voice was low and thick with obvious need as he gripped onto the collar of Ichigo's own shihakushou. Ichigo couldn't fault him with that though since he was semi rigid himself right now. He stepped closer, fingers moving to brace Kira's neck as he captured his lips with his. Their lips pressed, both leaning in with need. After a minute Izuru easily took the lead, tilting his head and pressing his experienced tongue between wanting lips. He pulled his lover by his collar, bringing him down a notch as he dove deeper into a breathless kiss. Ichigo felt nearly overwhelmed with the skill Izuru was displaying, his semi was now rock hard with need. His hot tongue was deep in over his, licking the roof of his mouth before Izuru tilted his head the other way, roping his left arm around Ichigo's shoulders in order to pull him in closer still. The redhead moaned into the skilled mouth devouring him whole. That made Izuru break the kiss suddenly to grab hold of his hand and urged him to follow. The younger Shinigami did so without hesitation. People were still walking around the park at this hour, and though he knew none of them could see him he still felt a little daring in having been so intimate there next to his car. Kira took them to the back of the recreational building located at the park. There was little lighting, and far less people since the building was done with the classes for the day.
As soon as they were in far enough the blonde turned like a predator making the pouncing kill. He pressed Ichigo up against the rough stucco wall, hard, and recaptured that succulent mouth with a great need, making the youth buckle his hip forward to demonstrate his wanting. He was rewarded with a hard bucking from Kira, and nip to his lip. They were both breathing heavily into each other's mouths, but Ichigo broke away first to gasp in air. The blonde taking advantage of the youth's head lolling back, latching onto his throat, teeth scrapping the sensitive skin. He ground harder when the youth moaned wantonly at the biting and sucking on his neck, his hands grasped the uniforms rough texture, and pulled him further to him with a needy buck. Kira nearly growled as he grasped his boyfriend's left leg and pulled it up, grinding hard against him to show him what he wanted. His free hand laced fingers into Ichigo's hair, pulling his head back further to allow his teeth access to under his jawline. He nipped and tongued the clean-shaven jawline until his mouth found the youth's earlobe, sucking it between his teeth. All Kurosaki could do was feel and hold on to Kira, grabbing hold of his shoulders for support. Both were filled with burning red passion, hot and breathing deeply as they worked to feel each other.
"Fuck." Ichigo cursed as he broke away and looked down, his hands slipping from the Fukutaichou's shoulders and hastily untying his sash, Izuru kissing his cheek a few times before sliding his left hand into Ichigo's loosening tops, pinching a hot nipple until it was a hard nub, earning a sharp in take of air. Izuru was watchful and when the youth had the sash untied, he helped Ichigo push the fabric down, choosing to release the leg so it'd fall far enough for what he wanted access to. It pooled at his ankles, the tops spreading freely and revealing his strained cock, red and ready. Izuru inhaled through his nose, taking in what he saw before locking lips again, pushing Ichigo back to the wall, his skilled hand on the hot length, pumping it a few times. He lowered his head to latch to the other nipple, teeth grazing it and a hot tongue pressing into it and around it's peachy areola. Precum was already prominent, being spread as it was worked, Ichigo panting curses as he bucked into the hand. Kira was savoring his nipples, from the one to the other, biting down hard as he pulled a little firmly on the member, feeling the liquid on his palm. He released the beautiful appendage and let his fingers venture lower, rolling the heavy petite sac around and loving the breathy gasp Ichigo made before hitting his head on the hard stucco wall. He glanced up to check on him, and he was certainly fine if he could give Izuru that lustful and demanding look. He grinned and let his hand go lower finding his partner's guiche piercing. That was an interesting choice of piercing, and turned the blonde on more, which he wasn't sure could be done right then.
Kira kept his ocean blue eyes locked on those lidded honey brown ones as he let himself sink down taking the cock by the base and licked the leaking tip as he pulled it in to suck the head. Ichigo bit his lower lip, trying to stifle a moan that worked its way up. Kira lowered his eyes to the meal in front of him, savoring his taste. It was strangely light, and not nearly as salty as he thought it would be. The member itself wasn't as long as Ichimaru's had been, but around the same thickness. A thickness he liked; it filled his palm nicely without being too thick. He pulled back and used his thumb to press the red piece up, admiring the sac and silver jewelry with his mouth, tongue guiding in one of his testicles in to suckle on while his free hand worked circles around his hot rim, pressing occasionally and snagging the piercing. Ichigo cursed again as he spread his legs and grabbed onto Izuru's shoulders, trying desperately not to buck as he rocked with need. He never felt so close to cumming before even having his ass penetrated or his dick worked vigorously, and it was simply divine. When the first finger pushed into him, he lost focus and jerked his hip forward, Kira steading him with a firm hand on hip, his tongue and mouth devouring his freed cock from the underside. With a few twists of his wrist he pulled the single digit out, reinserting it along with his middle finger, twisting and scissoring the redhead's insides hastily with his own building need pressing flush against the fabric of his hakama. Ichigo pulled on his shoulders, whining a beautiful song.
"Ff, fuck, Izu, please. Oh, god, please! I need you; I need you, please." The absolute desperation and humility not lost on the older man, he eyed his prey with a dangerous look, fierce and dominating. Ichigo pined for him to stand again, hips rolling as the precum leaked. He was so close, and just from this. It felt amazing, the level of passion that was happening, right there in that park. He never thought he'd be so desperate for someone to enter him that he'd happily undress in a public park and lay himself bare for them. Yet, here he was. And god help him, because he loved the whole experience. Kira pressed his fingers in as deep as he could, twisting and curling them on the prostate one last time before removing them to stand again. He grappled the now bare left leg again, pushing it up higher to give him access, his other hand pushing his hakama and fundoshi down far enough, so he was exposed, his own pink cock aching and wet, the frenum piercing cool against hot flesh. He captured the opened and moaning mouth in front of him, tongue deep and searching. Ichigo wrapped his arms around Kira to pull him close as the tip pressed up past the ring of muscle. And it felt so good. It was a small after thought that they were not using a condom, and this was the first time he would be taken without protection since Hueco Mundo. Ichigo thought about saying something, but the feeling was drowned out by the roll of Izuru's hips and the frenum piercing pressing past his ring of muscles, making him moan into the kiss. Izuru was devouring him whole, his mouth leading the way well, making Ichigo almost forget about the burn of being stretched by the large cock. Almost. He pulled his head back when Izuru snapped his hips forward, pressing the rest of his length inside, the youth moaning loudly. The blonde set to burying his forehead against Ichigo's shoulder, nipping at the exposed flesh as he paused, waiting to make sure Ichigo was ready before he continued. "Oh, oh, fucckkk. It's so big. It's so, oh god, mmm."
"You feel amazing, Ichigo. So damn tight." Kira gritted out breathlessly. Ichigo was on the verge of tears, and not from pain, which was unusual for him. Usually he'd be begging to be bitten to the point of broken skin or clawed on his ass cheeks to make him feel even half this aroused. He couldn't believe he was wanting to be fucked this badly sober and without being purposely hurt. Both men were waiting, ripe with need and hungry for each other. They sat there reveling in the feeling for a moment, just being connected, before Ichigo demonstrated he was ready for the blonde to move by rocking against the thick member inside him, making a startled whine when Izuru pulled his cock almost all the way out and slammed it back in, making Ichigo see sports of light while Izuru held his leg up and the other hand supported his lower back while he sucked on his throat, teeth scrapping delightfully. He set a hard pace, firmly thrusting in deep, groaning at how good those hot, tight walls were against his hard cock. Izuru was trying his best to angle at the prostate gland in order to best please Ichigo while he fucked him raw. Both were panting, moaning and Kira was positively destroying the youth, and he loved it, the way it felt raw, the frenum jewelry rubbing his walls deeply. He was so close, the pleasure pooled in his balls as he fisted Izuru's long hair, pulling some of the sensitive strands. Kira grunted and pulled away which made Ichigo whine and tug at the lose collar. He pulled out, dropping the single leg before moving down to grab both legs. "Hold on."
"Please, I'm so close, I want you in me, please?" Izuru was generous to his lover's pleas and lifted Ichigo's body easily and roughly as he pinned him to the wall while he guided his weight to settle back onto his throbbing, wet cock. The redhead loved the sudden burn of the stucco scratching on his lower back and buried his head between the junction of neck and shoulder, biting a mouthful of flesh, moaning deeply when the blonde set a punishing pace, no longer trying to stall. Ichigo let the skin go in favor of shamelessly and blindly moaning in synch with the pumping of the cock in him. He was so close, his sac low and hot as his cock was pressed between the two, and Ichigo desperately wanted to touch it. He pulled his right hand down, Kira seeing what he needed and giving him room and a pause to do so, before he picked up an even faster pace, some of the rhythm he had built lost. Ichigo's hot hand feverishly worked his red member, pulling on his plump head and stroking the shaft quickly. His moaning picked up and his hips started moving against the blonde's, both near their bliss. Kurosaki's left hand was twisted into Kira's blonde hair, pressing into the base of his skull while the other found his mouth sloppily and tried to kiss it again. Their eyes were closed and Ichigo moaned into the kiss, breaking it as he tensed suddenly, legs wrapping up and around his lover's jutting hips, his sac tightening like a hot coil before burning semen pumped between their bodies as Kira kept thrusting into him, quick with desperation to finish. "Shit, Izuru, fuck. Why is it so good? Ohh..."
"Dammit." Kira grunted again, listening to Ichigo as he was blindly muttering in his post orgasm haze while Izuru clamped his hands tighter and fingers bruised the youth's thighs as he slammed his cock in as hard as he could, pressing his whole body into the smaller frame that was still trapped to the wall. His hips shook as he came deep inside of the tight hole, hard. His face was tense and focused, brows knit together as he released thick and heavy white strands of semen deep into his insides. His cock felt those amazing walls contract and squeeze his sensitive flesh as it softened. Ichigo was coming back, the moment of post haze clearing already with the feeling of the softening member still in him, and he felt the fulness of the cum inside of his body. He looked to Kira, who was still tense, eyes closed. He was breathing hard and still pressed to Ichigo with a shudder that ran through him. The redhead smoothed his long hair tenderly, breathing hard himself. Izuru opened his eyes and turned to languidly kiss his lover, slow and with a tender note. They kissed a few more times, Kira's cock slipping from him as he lowered the youth back down. The sounds of the park had since died down, and neither were sure how long they had been embraced in each other's arms. Both were focused on catching their breath and laying kisses and tender caresses over each other. Ichigo held Izuru's pinked face in his palms, kissing him tenderly. Izuru welcomed the soft caresses and kissing, returning everything given tenfold. He stroked his lover's arms and shoulders; he was sure his skin was still sensitive. After a few minutes of the tender kisses and soft touches, they pulled back, searching in each other's eyes again. Kira smiled to Ichigo as he caressed his flustered cheek with the back of his hand. "You look positively gorgeous right now."
"Me? You should try looking in a mirror." Izuru laughted at the breathy comeback. Even exhausted he was a smart ass. Ichigo shifted a little, placing his head on to Izuru's shoulder, hands gripping onto him again.
"How do you feel? S'rry if I was too hard. It's been a long time since I've done anything like this…"
"No, holy hell, no. Do not be sorry. It was so spectacular, feeling you in me like that. Hearing you, smelling you, everything. Really, I loved everything that just happened." He licked his lips and breathed out a small laugh, suddenly avoiding eye contact. "I, uh, it's just, you let a lot out inside of me and it's already escaping..."
"Oh." Kira looked surprised, he hadn't thought he came any more than usual, but maybe the youth wasn't used to that much in one go with his previous partner. Or maybe it really had been a long time for him. He grabbed a lose fold of his uniform and motioned for Ichigo to turn and instead Ichigo smirked as he bent down and grabbed the hakama, pulling it up over his soft cock and hips, the sakura pale in the night light. "Oh! Are you sure?"
"Yea, it's fine. I'm not grossed out, you know? Feeling full like this, it's the first time in a really long time. It's pretty hot, if I'm being truthful with you."
"I hope you always feel you can be truthful with me." Izuru knew he was grinning like an idiot, but he found he couldn't help himself. He was spurred on by the thought of Ichigo being filled so much is was running down his legs. Okay, seriously, after that hard of a fuck he was getting erect again. Great. Ichigo licked his lips, slow and deliberately to be sexy as he stepped closer while haphazardly tying the hakama together, not even bothering to tuck the tops in. He caught his lover's lips once again. Another long and passionate kiss. Kira held Ichigo's head to his, deepening the kiss with his tongue. He hummed into it before pulling away, exhaling with a shudder. "God, I want you again already."
"Glad we're on the same page."
"Sorry, I really wasn't intending this to happen when I messaged you, it's just when I saw you again-"
"No, I completely understand. So, uh, are we getting a hotel, or uh…" He motioned to the benches off in the distance, making Izuru laugh.
"No. I'm not going to take you to some hotel, and I'm not going to take you to lay on a bench. I know of another place we can go to stay the night at."
"Yea?"
"Mmmhmm. It's an old Shinigami safe house, it just hasn't been used since all of the Shinigami have been just going to stay at Urahara-san's house, or the Vizard Junction." He shrugged a bit as he tucked his growing cock away, the cool air a little over stimulating. "Only if you want to though, I don't want this to be some-" Ichigo had him crushing their lips together before Kira could finish his sentence. Ichigo's fingers grabbed locks of hair and pulled him in closer, trying his luck at leading the kiss and showing his peaked interest in the blonde.
"I. Want. THIS. All of this. Now." He breathed out and licked Kira from chin to ear, tonguing the red shell.
"Noted. Dually noted, Ichi-kun." Izuru swallowed thickly, licking his own lips before backing up, taking the other's hand and tugging, indicating for him to follow. Ichigo did so with no hesitations or doubts. He was experiencing things as if for the first time all over again, and he didn't want it to stop. He would follow this man anywhere he wanted him to.