Vertigo and Vices

by CosmicMoonMystic

A 22 year old Ichigo is lost and seeking comfort in physical ways, but is shown he can find comfort emotionally, too, after living with having been Aizen and Ichimaru's prisoner for a year during the war. Varies slightly from original manga storyline for creative purposes, post winter war. MxM, angst, possible triggers/sensitive subjects. Initial Grimmjow x Ichigo, then Ichigo x Iz

4. Chapter IV - The Sun to My Moon

NOTES: Back when I first wrote ff for BLEACH (about 15 years ago) it was Vizard, but I'm trying to make sure it's the official Visored spelling, as well as I apologize for spelling Yumichika with an 'a' in previous chapters. I will be corrected for the future. I will also try to make sure the story stays consistent with character's likes/dislikes, etc. Enjoy! :3

Chapter IV

The Sun to My Moon

Izuru slowed and lowered them to a small little home on the corner of an urban intersection. The quaint neighborhood was dark out, the stars few and the streetlights sparce. They landed in front of the back porch, and Kira pulled a gold token from his uniform and held it to the door until the lock clicked. It opened and he looked back to Ichigo, a smile on his face as he gave a soft tug on the redhead's fingertips. The younger man eagerly followed the flowing blonde hair into the dark house. It could not have been more than a few hundred square feet, a 2 bedroom at best, and only if it were extremely cramped. The light flickered on and showed him they were in the kitchen, a small table with chairs to the left, the stove and fridge on the right, and an entrance to the living room straight ahead. The blonde walked into the living room without talking, turning on the small plum colored desk lamp on the end table, a soft glow illuminating the space. It had an old shabby couch and a stained coffee table on an oversized orange shaggy rug over wood flooring. So, wonder the Shinigami who visited stayed over at Urahara's anymore. Ichigo followed him through to the living room, looking at the random decorations of fans and floral paintings and then to the two doors to the right, down the hall. One was to the bathroom if the tiled floor peaking from the cracked door was an indication, and the other a place he wanted to be in right then. There was a pressure in the air suddenly.

"Well? Why haven't you stripped yet?" Ichigo smiled to himself before turning to Kira, the blonde already close behind him with eyes that appeared to look down at him. Ichigo could tell he was trying to restrain himself, jaw tight and eyes lustful. He was still aroused and wanted the younger man in front of him and this display of his was working wonders on the younger's libido. Ichigo looked over the pale, toned man before him, eyes satisfied with the handsome person who wanted to devour his body. Kurosaki let his hands wander to his white sash, untying it while keeping eye contact with those deep blues that were marking his very soul. The current o reiatsu felt tingly against his skin. He undid the knot and with a hastened tug and push he let the hakama fall to rug. His hands rose and pulled the tops free from his shoulders, letting gravity and a small shift of his shoulders take them off the rest of the way. Izuru relished the red and purple markings he had already left on a lightly tan throat, shoulders, and nipples. He would heal them later, but for now they were like a painting. His painting and that thought was enough to make precum come out. He had always been one for biting his partner, and he thoroughly blamed Gin's vampire role playing nights for this learned behavior. Kurosaki's breathing had picked up, and the cool ac tickled at his flustered peach blushed skin. The sakura and his metallic blue belly button jewelry on full display for hungry eyes. He was bare, his red cock hard and throbbing. All but a glint of metal was visible of his guiche piercing under his round sac. "Kneel." It was not a question nor a statement, it was a deep, throaty demand. The pulse in Kurosaki's slender cock was not lost on the older man, the slightest of smirks forming at the corner of his mouth as the eager boy lowered himself to his knees, his eyes having never left the ones in front of him, tranced. A pale hand came up and covered his honey brown eyes, that red cock throbbing at the sudden darkness. "I never said you could look up to me. Dogs should listen well to their Master's words."

"Woof, woof, Master." Ichigo's voice was husky, and the playful attitude and smirk after made the blonde grin, debating on whether to push him further or let it slide. Izuru was testing the waters with this sort of play, to gage the reaction, and so far, Ichigo was everything he could have ever asked for. He held his hand in place while he stepped forward, inches from the blinded youth, his face only a fraction higher than the clothed crotch. Ichigo was anticipating what could possibly come next, excited and eager.

"Retrieve your toy, dog." Ichigo paused for only a moment, thinking what the words meant before reaching up, blind fingers feeling for the rough hakama, and using the coarse fabric to find the sash, barely missing the clothed erection. They were shaking with anticipation, and he fumbled as he tried to untie the unseen knot. Izuru was drinking in the image of his boyfriend down on his knees, obeying his words so diligently. But when the youth cursed at not being able to get the tie undone Kira figured it was time stop. He laughed a little bit before removing his hand and helping Ichigo untie the sash. He was pleased that Ichigo still had his eyes shut. It made Kira feel more aroused. The boy listened well. He felt Ichigo's fingers find his hard cock in the bundle of fabric, and he helped him in his explorations by sliding the fabric down past his hipbone and down to join the other pair on the rug. His nude body exposed his thigh tattoo and hot, pink flesh to curious hands before he laughed again. "It's okay, you can stand back up. I was just seeing how you'd react." He cupped Kurosaki's cheek and urged him up with his free hand, the youth finally opening his eyes and looking back up, almost a little disappointed. Kira showed merit in his eyes at that. "That was wonderful, really, but we'll sit down and set up boundaries and what is and isn't allowed during play time. I don't want us to go in without that, it's important to have so we don't hurt each other." He received a broad smile at that explanation. He took Izuru's offered hand and got up.

"I'd definitely be down to try that, and other stuff, in the future. I've never gotten to, and that was really fulfilling right now." Kira stepped forward and slid his other hand down and around the tan lower back, quickly delving deep into the mouth of his lover. He was loving everything Ichigo was offering right then, and he inwardly agreed that it was a feeling of fulfilment. He pushed his tongue deep and found a plump ass cheek with his wandering hand, squeezing firmly, his fingers dug in as he spread it to the side. Ichigo moaned wantonly at his man's touches, Izuru eating the sound as he tilted his head the other way, breaking it for a moment to reenter at a different angle. He felt that hot, slender cock pressing to his hip and that broke him from his feast as he tugged for Ichigo to follow him to the dark room. He wanted to feel him again, comfortably on the old bed. Ichigo groaned with delight. "How is it possible for you to make me this fucking desperate by existing?"

"I could ask you the same thing, you know." Izuru replied as they entered the room, light from the dim lamp falling over a queen bed and nightstand. Ichigo thought about turning on the lights, but instead chose to occupy his time removing the tops that still clung to his lover's body. Izuru stopped and allowed him to do so, thanking him quietly from over his shoulder. Ichigo partially folded the uniform in order to toss it to the reading chair in the corner of the room. Turning back to Izu he took a moment to just look at the other man, admiring the firm, thick body, the tribal design tattooed on his lower back, and long golden hair that was spilling over his shoulders. The tattoo looked like fangs clenching together in a similar style to Renij's tattoos and when Izuru turned to him he saw the peonies were dimly lit in the soft low of the living room light, pinks and reds against his blushed pale skin. Kira smirked before offering his hand, Kurosaki taking it quickly. "Let's get you settled up on the bed, sunshine."

"'Sunshine'?" Ichigo asked with a laugh as he let his boyfriend guide him to the edge of the bed and then Izuru easily picked him up by the thighs and plopped him onto the old comforter and pillows. They were soft, but the bed was not. Ichigo laughed again, before he looked to the predator climbing onto the bed after him. His erect cock and sac were hanging low with need and that made Ichigo stroke his own a few times as Izuru came up to him. Thick locks fell further over his shoulders and hung loosely as he stalked forward. He looked so hot right then as his heated reiatsu curled around the young man, tickling his tan skin. Blue eyes looked on hungry for him. "Fuck… You are so fucking hot. How were you single for so damn long?"

"Same reason you don't confide in others." Kira lifted himself up on his knees and captured Ichigo's legs to push them up and back. The youth nestled himself fully into the cool blanket and pillows and allowed Kira full control of his limbs. His breath was quickened as Kira inched forward, shuffling his knees flush under Ichigo's lower back. The redhead felt the hot cock press to his cheek, spreading the leaked precum over his ass cheek. His breathing hitched when his legs were grabbed just above his knees on the underside and pushed further back as he felt that hotness being lined up to his cum laced entrance. Kira saw his ejaculation slipping from that hot hole and that mixed with the youth's delectable scent was incredibly hot. He was going to fill him for the rest of the night.

"Yea, okay, that was my bad. Ah, mm..." The tip pushed and guided the frenum jewelry and then the rest of the thick girth into his already stretched hole. Izuru held Ichigo's legs with a firm grip as he pushed them further down, effectively doubling him over with only his upper back and head remaining the large western style bed. The youth was already moaning, feeling free and not being bashful about the sounds coming from his throat as he held the pillow and blanket with a tight grasp. The pucker of stomach was creased over with the blue metal piece sitting on top his navel.

"No offense was taken," he spoke on an exhale and leaned his lower half into the youth. "Nor intended." He gritted out as he had buried his cock flush to his lover's body, far deeper than he was earlier. Ichigo felt the skin connected to his lower guiche piercing stretch and it felt amazing. The older man paused to let Ichigo adjust to the depth. His beautiful sunshine was panting in little puffs, breathing out the most satisfying moans.

"Yea?" It was a breathy after thought at best. He was far too distracted by the feeling of being stuffed full at this angle. His eyes were closed, but Kira's eyes were ever watchful. Lusting. Waiting to feel or see that he was ready for him to move.

"Yea…" After what felt like an eternity of the redhead just rolling soft adjusting movements, Ichi finally rocked back against the cock hard enough Kira knew he was ready and the hands that held him so far over gripped tighter. Grimmjow had never pushed him like this before. He knew his lower back would hurt in the morning, but the feeling in the moment was amazing. He opened his eyes and looked to deep blues lit ablaze with need. Izuru gently pulled out before slamming back into him, cum being pressed out. Ichigo about choked on the gasp that erupted as stars danced over his vision. Another pull, then a harder slam. Izuru set up a punishing pace, slow and hard, using Ichigo's legs to balance himself as he gripped the tender flesh with a great force. Sounds of the two filled the home, skin slapping together. Abrupt grunts came from a focused Izuru, and wonton moans escaped from Ichigo's quivering lips. Every deep thrust made the youth's vision flare, and it dawned on him Kira was hitting his prostate with every whip of his hips. He was not going to last much longer. He was drooling a bit out of the corner of his mouth as he reached up blindly and grabbed onto Izuru's forearms, needing something to ground him. He tried speaking but it only came out as guttural gibberish.

"Sh… Shit! Oh, mmm...! Ple… ease!" Kira's thrusts began to pick up, no longer drawn-out hard strokes. It simply felt too good not to pick up the pace. "Oh, oh, fuck! I. S'close. I. Izu!" The dull nails from Ichigo's fingers were biting into the blonde's skin, scrapping deep lines as he moved, blood beading up and it felt delightful. His sweat made them burn pleasantly. "Oh, please! In. In me, please! Fuck, master, please?"

"What. Do you… mm… want, little dog?" He freed his scratched skin and moved his hands to the younger man's hips, letting his adorable feet with painted blue toenails and a pink toe ring brace at his shoulders as he pulled him further back while he moved his left leg up in order to fuck directly down into the hot, wet hole. "Answer."

"Oh! Oh, f. Fuck! I! Fuck! Mm!" Ichigo was trying to breathe, swallow and just remain conscious at that point, but the stud siring him asked a question, and he needed to answer. He gasped in some air and looked to the man wrecking him, both locking eyes. Ichigo's cock throbbed in taking in that image. He felt grounded enough to reply in a fleeting moment of clarity. "Cum in me! Cum, deep inside. Fuck up my insides, please!? Oh, fuck, Kira, fill me up!"

"Shit! Why the hell are you so amazingly good?" Izuru continued burying himself into the heat as he lolled his head back, breath hitched. He had seen the deep red blush that was forming on Ichigo's tan skin, and it was a wonderful sight. After a few thrusts he felt himself slip deeper almost, the feeling he penetrated something inside ran over his sex hazed mind momentarily. But when Ichigo arched back, hard, his attention was brought to the intense tightening around his seeking dick and he returned to watching his handsome man as he turned his flushed face to the bundle of pillow he had grabbed and bit into the plump pillow as he came, moaning loudly into the fabric with his eyes clenched. His inner walls clamped down on the thick cock buried in him, pulsing with pleasure and Kira felt it and it felt almost strange. It was all too much, those strange muscles working his dick as he watched the gorgeous man under him who rocked back on his fat cock with heady abandon while his sexy, slender cock pumped thin strands of hot ejaculation over his own face. The semen beaded over his cheekbone and jawline. It was simply beautiful and Izuru felt the heat burst. He hunched over Ichigo, pulling the bruised hips as close as Ichigo's legs would allow him to and let out another satisfying load of cum straight down deep inside of his reddened body, hips convulsing and rocking in and out of his boyfriend. Izuru had always had a sensitive nose, and usually he did not like other's scents. However, Kurosaki's scent was a magnificent combination of honey and lavender and in that moment, it was erupted all around him for him to bask in. Even Ichimaru's light, earthy sandalwood and cotton scent could not compare. They moved like that for a moment, eyes shut and just feeling each other as the haze clouded their senses, both having their second ejaculation of the night, and both were far more intense than the first time. Izuru was panting to himself, mumbling softly. "Mm, you smell so good, feel so amazing. Fuck, where have you been all these years?"

"I feel the same… You know? Mm. Don't. Don't pull out yet, please? Just, wait." Ichigo said as he felt Kira shift, worried he was going to pull out. Kurosaki was still high on the post ejaculation haze, blindly reaching toward Kira with his left arm, his face still partially buried in the saliva-soaked pillow with shut eyes that had cum dangerously close to the lidded lashes. Kira had pulled his left leg back down carefully as not to pull out, and just sat there on his hunches. After a minute he started to feel the uncomfortable feeling in his thighs and feet, but he wanted to try his best to accommodate his lush lover's request. And despite cumming twice now and feeling completely overstimulated as he was still incredibly hard. Painfully so, and still buried deep inside that tight, pulsing hole. He had never been so aroused for so long before, and it was baffling to him. The feel of the pulsating muscles was incredible, and he had this intense need to just feel Ichigo. He sat there slowly moving his body, moving his hands up and down Ichigo's thighs, squeezing the tender flesh occasionally. He watched the deep heave of his bruised chest and shuddering tummy as Ichigo laid there, one hand grasping the fabric still and the other floating near his face, fingers flexing every time Izuru would push a little too far in him. The mewling sounds escaping his lips were delicious, but it was watching his tongue flick out to lick the clear cum that ran down to the corner of his mouth made Kira's cock ache again. Ichigo lifted his legs back after a long pause, indicating he was good to move away. The cum lathered cock was gently pulled from his insides with thick, white cum following the tip out. Ichigo laid his legs to his right with Kira's dutiful aid and twisted to open his arms to the man showing him he wanted to cuddle. Kira smiled tenderly, his erect member throbbing at the display. This was insane, he felt the need to fuck again, something in him urging it. But right then Ichigo wanted to cuddle, and so he leaned down and licked the drying ejaculation off the blushing boy as best as he could, licking and suckling on soft skin. He slowly made his way to that succulent mouth, kissing soft, languid kisses. He nestled to the left of Ichigo, just letting his chest and arms weigh on the youth as they kissed, Izuru sucking on the hot tongue inside the moist cavern.

Ichigo could feel the hot liquid inside of his body still, and he felt so full. It was such a hot experience. Not even the two lovers from Hueco Mundo ever filled him like this, usually only ejaculating inside each other or occasionally over his then lean, tan body. He could not even really remember them cumming in him ever, even using condoms a majority of the time after a while of being there. Tonight, was another amazing experience with Kira, and he was enjoying the time he spent with his boyfriend. Especially the after math of cuddles, kisses and soft reassuring touches. He seldom got to experience that, the blue haired man not one for sweet nothings, and since they were not dating, Ichigo never forced it on him. He would just lay on his side while Grimm had a smoke or get up right after to go shower. It really depended how drunk he was. Maybe he had been drinking a lot more than he thought he was these last few years. He will reevaluate that later. Right now, all he wanted to do right now was lay with this sexy man who was kissing his collar bone. He watched with lidded eyes as Izuru sucked some of his peck's flesh near the scar Gin gave him that first night in between his teeth, licking the mound inside of his mouth, teeth rolling it around. He hummed at the hickey trail Kira was making across his chest, loving how tender and caring he was being at the same time as he was scrapping teeth and biting hard. Ichigo ran his hands over Kira's upper body as his fingers made circles. He was not to someone like Zaraki's build, but not as thin as Grimm. No, that was not accurate. Grimmjow was muscular as well, just very lean from working out with a limited diet of alcohol with little to no real, nutritional food intake and still running around outside of the human realm. Izu's muscles were thick, a small layer of fat still present, like he was not trying to do it just for visual appeal, but more for health. Kira most likely ate well and exercised daily, looking almost similar to Kyoraku's build. And that just made him look even more scrumptious as Ichigo would admit Ukitake's husband was handsome. That blonde's thick waistline with toned abbs and a broad chest was incredible. Ichigo really didn't care if he had well cut abs and thin waist like Grimm, because this body was so amazing, he was basically on god level as far as the redhead was concerned. Okay, that thought was a little embarrassing, maybe not say that out loud. Kira moved a little lower, pulling Ichigo to lay flat. He moved his legs on either side of Izuru, and the man set to kissing and suckling the exposed stomach flesh, hands roaming over him, up and down his sides. It truly felt amazing. Izuru's still hard member caught Ichigo's attention. Holy shit, how the hell was he hard?

Kira kissed down to his navel piercing, tongue coming out to suck it in along with some skin, his tongue rolling it around as he looked up to the man who released a gasp, hips rolling up into the touch. Another sucking next to his navel. Another moan. Izu reached his hands up and twisted swollen nipples, Ichigo moaned and captured one of the hands in his to bring to his side, just below his ribcage. The blonde glanced up and released the abused belly button area in favor of moving to bite and suck at his swollen abdomen as he gripped on to the spot his hand was directed to. It was sensitive and made the youth buck. Ichigo was starting to stir again at his lover's ministrations. He arched into the teeth and wandering mouth that were latched to his skin, sweet and soft moans coming out with delighted encouragements in between. He felt heat come over his skin again as he wanted his boyfriend in him again. He rocked himself a bit before he arched again, fingers deeply scratching the blonde's scrumptious shoulders, blood beading with a few drops sliding down. Ichigo's slender cock began to harden again as he moaned while Izuru clamped his teeth around his sakura, sucking on the skin of his left hip. Ichigo tried gaining a better grip as the blonde lowered himself and adjusted his nails and scratched more when he bit his hip earning a hiss from Izuru. Ichigo rocked in place, Kira very aware of the need that was building in himself as well as his lover. He kissed and nipped until he was in front of the aching member, and took the growing cock into his wet mouth gently, not wanting to over stimulate him. The sudden buck into his hot mouth was nice and indicated the youth was in need as well. He sucked and bobbed on that delicate, growing morsal. Izuru wanted to feel his Ichigo again already. He pulled off and held it in his palm, licking up the vein on the bottom.

"You're so amazing, my beautiful sunshine." He flicked his eyes up, to gage where Ichigo was mentally and if he wanted to stop. Instead, he was richly rewarded with a stare that harbored a deep desire with dilated pupils, eyes a golden iris set in black. That was interesting. He knew Ichigo was part Hallow, a visored like his captain, but he had not expected to see it surface during sex. It was closer to a beast than a human though, so it would be fitting if it would come out with all the carnal cravings they were displaying. Ichigo licked his lips in a predatory manner. He was not sure if he should bring it up to Ichigo. "How do you feel about going again, Ichi-kun?"

"Mm, definitely. You're still hard yourself, right?" He shifted and tweaked his own nipple, biting his lip for a moment before continuing. "I want you again, Izu. Inside me all the way… Filling me up again. In any position you want." His words were coming out husky and desperate, but still his normal voice. Not the Hallow's. But those lidded golden irises and black sclera were... Kira wet his lips and drank in the look.

"Well, I'll be honest, I asked because your eyes are… well, erotic, right now." Ichigo shifted his head in a questioning fashion, confusion on his face. Had this never happened before? "Ichigo, your eyes are Hallowfied right now." The reaction was immediate: he covered his face and turned himself on to his side, apparently trying to hide.

"Shit, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for it to slip out." So, it had happened before. He debated trying to verbally reassure him, or just physically comfort him since that lush ass was turned to his gaze and beckoned his teeth and tongue, his cum still present in the youth. He opted for physical and leaned forward and moaned onto hot tan skin while his right hand found Ichigo's hot member and started to pump it while he bit the plump flesh in front of his face. His left hand lowered and found the wet, cum saturated hole and easily slid in two fingers, then three, and fingered the hot entrance. Ichigo moaned wantonly and jerked to push back onto the fingers. He looked over his shoulder at Izuru, the blonde looking up while he took a large bite of skin. He had Ichigo panting with need, his face and nape covered in a deep red blush, and it felt incredible knowing he had done that to this amazing man. Ichigo hummed at the sight of Kira, loving the glow of the dim light over his blonde hair. It made him think of the moon in Hueco Mundo and how it made Gin's hair glow in a similar fashion. He reached over and ran his fingertips through his hair to get his attention. "Please, moonlight, please." Kira groaned and his cock strained at the being called such a name again and a matching one as well. Ichimaru would call him moon often as well. The sultry pleading tone added to the whole image of a wild and Hallowified Kurosaki being the sexiest thing to be alive right then. "I need your fat cock in me. I need it inside my greedy ass. Please?" He rocked against hastened fingers, and moaned as he dropped his head back further, fucking himself on those digits. Kira's stoic resolve disappeared while observing him. He was in need himself as he sat up and pulled his fingers out leaving Ichigo pining for them to return. Kira smirked at the needy display and tapped Ichigo to move to the side as he crawled up and laid himself up against the headboard, nudging a comprehending Ichigo to come sit on his dick. His legs were a tad shaky, which would have been embarrassing if he was not in need to be thoroughly fucked still, and Izuru helped him balance as he lowered himself onto the ripe, pink cock standing proudly for his pleasure. Ichigo felt that hot tip pierce him for a third time that night, and it was so good. His back was turned to Izuru, and he used the blonde's thighs to hold himself up, the peonies warping under the pressure of his fingers. His right leg was raised up and his left knee was braced om the bed. This position put a lot of pressure on his guiche piercing and that felt delicious. The pair shifted and moaned in delight. Kira could feel his previous cum dribble down and pool over his round sac and sakura. That excited him so and he grabbed onto Ichigo's hips and pushed up into that heat, the redhead responded by pushing back as hard as he could. "Ahh, s'good! Oh, fuck, you're so perfect, Izuru."

"Agreed. You are incredibly. Mm. Sexy. And perfect!" Ichigo was using Kira's legs and the leverage that his own right leg provided to hoist himself up and down on that beautiful appendage inside him, trying his best to keep a consistent tempo with help from Izuru's grip on his hips. Ichigo's nails scratched at the skin there on his thighs, gripping with his nails. Izuru was deep inside him again, that vague feeling of pushing past something forbidden and wonderful. Kurosaki could feel his efforts being met with Izuru's thrusts, the older man pulling him down and pushing up deeply into that heat wrapped around his we dick. The sounds of skin making contact picked up once more, their erogenous sounds were delightful.

"S'good, s'good!" Ichigo arched back and moved his right hand from the peonies to his own leg as he let his head fall back with another long moan. He could feel his hallow side aching with need, the beast within relishing being taken so. It felt as though it were blossoming inside him. He was glad Izuru was okay with his look and being so accepting of his other side. He did not feel like he needed to fight off the hallow this time. It felt like he could just enjoy the act itself, the feeling of his partner, and the feeling of being filled. Whenever he would get so engaged with Grimmjow and his body changed Grimm would almost always stop immediately and go take a shower. Or just straight up leave on the worst of nights, not to come back for a long time after. It made Ichigo feel disgusting, the fact that letting it out made another Hallow leave him. But this, in this moment, was utterly amazing, the most satisfied he and his Hallow have ever felt. His attention was brought back from his thoughts as he was shifted downward with a supporting hand and face first onto the bed with a tight grip on the junction between his neck and shoulder. He was still being rammed into and so he just laid there and took it happily letting the other do as he pleased, soft hands bracing in the sheets. He felt Kira's other hand bruise his skin on his hip with how tight his grip was. That was simply splendid. He knew his lover was enjoying it as well and that pleased a deep part of himself. He always wanted to have a partner he felt he was properly giving and receiving, and this was that feeling exactly. Ichigo whined at the slowing thrusts, trying to push back to encourage more thrusting into his aching body.

"What were you… you thinking of right then, hmm?" He heard a forced snicker from above him, feeling the cold sweat drip over the hot skin of his back and long hair feather over. Ichigo had not realized it yet, he was sure.

"How. How good it is! And you! You're so. Mm! Accepting. And make me feel so loved!" Kira leaned over and licked his sensitive blushed skin before hovering over his right ear.

"I only asked because your horns grew out…" He whispered hotly in his red tipped ear. Then he nibbled on the lobe and leaned in to kiss his cheek before pulling back.

"Oh! Oh… they did?" Ichigo moved to feel the long horns protruding from his head. No mask, but definitely horns. Huh. He was surprised they had come out since it had never happened in the bedroom before, only when in battle. Okay, once when he had gotten tangled in his blanket and had a panic attack waking up from a night terror. But never from sex. Maybe that was why Grimmjow would leave; to not provoke his inner Hallow? He would have to talk to Shinji about this later.

"I'm not complaining though, if you're fine to continue?" Kira was restraining himself, the thrusting reduced to gyrating while he balanced his weight over the redhead with his scratched forearm and held his hips close with his other hand. Kurosaki could not move his head too far with the protruding horns, but he looked as far back as he could, golden amber eyes meeting deep ocean blues. He knew he was drooling onto the sheets like some rabid dog and felt like he could hardly focus, the need to be fucked insatiable, but he pushed himself as far back as possible, squeezing against his lover's dick. Izuru leaned down and kissed him up his jawline to his ear and licked up the warm, red shell which caused Ichigo to shudder with want. Ichigo pined for him with hushed begging, pushing his ass against that hot skin. Kira took the hint and began his thrusting again, deep and slow, as he began an exploration of his partner's shoulders and back with his tongue and teeth. The redhead approved of this, rocking back against the cock in him, letting the pleased sounds roll from his mouth freely. The power behind the thrusts pushed his face into the drool-soaked sheet. And he loved it. "You're so amazing, Ichi. Oh, this feels so good."

Having the thicker male pressed down over his being as he thrust into him slowly, methodically, was wonderful. And the thought came to Ichigo suddenly; this was not fucking, this was love making. Izuru was tenderly kissing him, occasionally scrapping his teeth along his skin and sucking in small mounds to nibble, his free hand rubbing gently over his sore nipple with care, and everything had slowed, and he was able to just take it all in. Taking in the loving nature behind everything. This was the first time he had ever experienced anything close to this, and it was simply too much to process at once. His body must have agreed, because by the time Kira's roaming hand found his straining cock and his vampiric teeth found the nape of his neck biting hard over the flesh the youth jolted and came again after a few short strokes. Only this time nothing came from his tip, only his body just going through the motions. The deep moan and the same pulsing and tightening around Kira's member let him know his partner was cumming again, and the blonde released his nape to kiss him again on the cheek and jawline whispering encouragements before dipping back to lick over the deep bite he gave him over the nape of his neck, before sitting back and turning him over to his back, Ichigo complying easily. He adjusted to between those tanned legs and guided them to wrap around his waist before he breached the tightened entrance once more pushing out his previous cum loads and set an even pace to finish inside his gorgeous lover.

The horns and Hallowfied eyes were still present, with tuffs of red fur starting on his wrists. Wrists with playful hands attached, black talons protruding, as he rubbed up and down his chest, cradling his stomach before they glided up again to repeat the process as he stared up with hazy lidded golden eyes while being ever watchful of his Kira making love to him tenderly. With a lick of his lips, he whispered sweet nothings and encouragement to the blonde, and that was enough to fill his heady pool before he bucked forward with stuttering hips and finished inside of his man. It was breathtaking watching him cum, his face intense with bliss, and that mane of gold fallen around his shoulders lose and long. The dim glow from behind him lighting the strands softly. His eyes were pools in the ocean, staring intently at him. He had never made eye contact with someone as they came. Especially while they were cumming deep inside of his body. His lower abdomen felt swollen, and he could feel his insides objecting to the physical abuse, but even so it was still a sensational feeling. He stayed like that for a long moment, eyes lowering to look over his lover. He felt a warm wash of post ejaculation haze drift over his senses. His hands rubbed over the thighs next to his hips, head down while he licked his lips. It as good inside his lover, but his dick had finally been sated and was softening.

"Am I okay to pull out, sun?" Ichigo recovered from the haze first and licked his lips while he nodded, a smirk forming in the corner of his mouth.

"You're good to pull out, moon." That smart reply earned him a sharp pinch to the soft part of his inner thigh. Oh. He liked that. He giggled, more sober this time the blunt of the haze fogged brain gone now. His hands were resting over his collarbone, ghosting back and forth, the red tuffs receding along with the sharp talons. May be those were what had marked his back so deeply earlier. That was the most in synch Ichigo and his Hallow had ever been. And it was marvelous. Once Kira had pulled out gently, Kurosaki noted he felt a tad empty even with the cum inside of his body. Still full, but no longer stuffed. His nimble fingers ran over his stomach, chest and then on to the sexy man coming to lay over him. Fingers combed back into luscious locks, freeing his face from the unruly mane. He wanted to see him with a braid some time, and he knew just the mutual friend and Shinigami to do it. Kira laid his head on Ichigo's chest, right above his scar. The scar Gin gave him. A pale hand came up and just laid over tan shoulder and collarbone, featherlight touches dancing upward over slick skin. Ichigo had expected the hand to naturally come to his throat and when it skipped without even a touch on his throat right up to his jawline, he could not help but feel a ting of disappointment. Aizen really trained him well. "I wouldn't mind if you wanted to explore asphyxiation as well later." Kira's hand stopped shy of his temple.

"Mm-mm. Never." Ichigo pushed his head back to look down at his stud.

"Really? That's surprising." Kira sighed softly and turned his face into the crook of his shoulder resting on the deltoid.

"Like I already said, we need to sit down and create boundaries for ourselves and each other before any play. I don't want to hurt you, or you hurt me, unintentionally."

"Yea, of course, I get that…" But he was ripe with curiosity now because of the quick refusal. Though he told himself to be mature and respect that he did not want to engage in that, the curiosity still stood. Izuru's fingers continued in their soft caresses, gently carding through his orange hair and finding a horn. Ichigo laughed at feeling him rub on it.

"How do you get those to go away?"

"Don't like the look?" Ichigo caressed the hand on his head, holding it to his forehead. A soft kiss to his collar and another nip at the already bite-bruised skin.

"No, I love it, probably a little too much to be honest, but I mean, won't they be inconvenient to leave?"

"Oh, for sure. You just break them off like this." He let go of Kira's hand in favor of roughly grabbing his horn and quickly jerking at it, snapping it at the base. Kira's faced blanched for a moment at the sudden motion. "They're all just for show since they're so brittle and easily destroyed. Like a peacock's feathers, or something. It's all for a mating show. That's what Akon-san said once." He lowered it to where Kira could see it easily. The blonde took it and looked it over. Certainly, a Hallow's bone material. Intriguing how it just grew out of him like that.

"You really are breathtaking, Ichigo. All of you, your human side, your Shinigami side, this." He moved the horn. "You are amazing and so beautiful in every form you take." Ichigo felt emotions stuck in his throat suddenly. He wanted to reply but found he could not. Instead, he just hugged the man on top of him, held him fast to his breast, emotions swirling for a moment. Kira set the horn off to the side in favor of holding him close. They laid there embraced in each other's arms, just breathing in their scents. The warm honey scent rich in Izuru's nostrils. He kissed the bare skin against his face and Kurosaki finally let up his embrace to capture his lover's lips in a chaste kiss, as awkward as it was to do so. They kissed again, deepening their lips, then Kira scooted himself up to lead with his tongue. Slow and deliberate. After a long moment of feeling each other's mouths and bodies Kira pecked Ichigo's lips as he started getting up. "C'mon, let's go shower and get you cleaned out."

"Mmm, but I just wanna' stay here and fall asleep like this." Ichigo pouted cutely as he laid his arms on either side of himself, sweat over his chest and brow. Kira had already decided if Ichigo wanted to stay the whole night here together he would without question. But, not covered in sweat and cum. Plus, he did not want to leave it in there for him to deal with later in the evening.

"I'm fine to stay with you all night, whether in here or out there talking, maybe even watching something or playing a game together, but not until we've showered, okay?" Izuru had gotten himself off the western style bed easily, turning to help his boyfriend.

"Fine, I get it." He reached for the outstretched hand that hoisted him up and Izuru helped him off the bed. As he went to stand his toes braced on the hardwood floor of the bedroom and he felt that his legs were shaky, and that surprised Ichigo. Usually, he was a little sore on his back or knees, but not feeling like he had just completed a workout routine on leg day. Ichi had not realized how out of shape he had become, maybe he would hit his boyfriend up on some health and fitness advice later. After a staggered moment he felt the heat of embarrassment prickle his skin. His lover was in top shape and completely unaffected it would seem. Kira held his hand out, to guard the staggering man from falling to the floor if he lost his balance. Ichigo glanced up, and Izuru smiled sweetly. "Sorry, I, uh, I'm not usually this weak in the legs afterwards, you know?" Kira erupted in a splendid laughter.

"I think I'll take that as a compliment. Thanks." Kira grinned with a smug pride as he walked up to his unsteady lover. Blush fell over Ichgio's cheeks in an adorable dusty peach hue and a pale, calloused hand caressed his cheek gently. The redhead smiled back to his boyfriend, coming together to kiss again. Tender, soft lips pressed together slowly deepening. A wet tongue pressed past tender, chapped lips and delve into a leading role. Kira pulled his man closer, tilting his head to gain better access, and held him with a firm hand to his lower back. Ichigo let his hands smooth over the flexing biceps in front of him, sliding up and down gently, squeezing when he would moan into that wet cavern. They stayed like that for a long moment, kissing and feeling each other. It slowed to a press of the lips again, a peck, then two and a content sigh from the leading man as he soothed blushed skin with his thumb, still caressing that soft cheek. Pressing his forehead to Ichigo's he shared a moment of peace before he caressed both soft and round tan arms in front of him, thumbs rubbing gently. He looked into beautiful brown eyes that were searching his. They shared a caring smile. "Ready to go shower? It's a western style bath, just so you know."

"Yea, okay, that sounds fine. Kind of sounds fun." He rubbed at his lower back, feeling the soreness setting in. "Maybe we can go get some snacks and drinks for a movie. That sounded fun, and I can't remember the last time I just sat and chilled with someone other than a family setting." He looked to Izuru expectantly. A sweet smile was returned with a nod. That made Ichigo smile more.

"We can pick up a movie as well, since I'm pretty sure everything here is old as dirt." A pale hand was presented, and Ichigo took it eagerly. They padded to the bathroom just outside the bedroom door.

"Oh, so classics, huh?" Ichigo pushed the door open and clicked on the light. The fan flipped on as well and left an annoying buzz in the background. There was an obnoxious yellow shaggy rug set crooked to the counter. Ichigo turned to the dusty mirror and ran his hand over it. Bad idea, that was gross.

"Mmhm, all the old black and white films from forever ago." Kira walked past Ichigo, who was staring at the dust on his hand with disdain, and pulled the shower current back. There was a metal shower caddy filled with probably expired products and a blue loofah. "Would the store around the corner from that park have popcorn?"

"Mm, maybe, but I'm more of a candy and coke movie guy personally. I love gummies." There were some ship on the sea paintings and a lighthouse photo hung up all over the walls.

"You can have that; I like popcorn personally. Not sure on the soda though, I'm not the biggest fan of it." Kira reached over and turned the faucet, letting the water rush out and temper to a warmer temperature. When he saw steam he turned it to the shower nozzle and helped Ichigo step into the ceramic western styled tub.

"Mm, beer? Liquor?" He faced him and gave him a quizzical expression as he stepped in behind him. Kira was closer to the showerhead's spray and hissed in delight at the hot spay. It was wetting his hair and rinsing the blood from those large welts.

"No, well, not really. I try to not drink so much these days, just during social gatherings, and even then, I usually limit myself to two drinks." Ichigo turned back around gave him a condescending look. "That last time I drank more than I have in the last few years. What can I say, I was nervous and the two Wonder Twins didn't help when they kept shoving full glasses of alcohol in my hand." Ichigo laughed beautifully.

"Yea, they do that sometimes. Just tell them to fuck off." Ichigo reached over his lover and scooped some water on to his face, rubbing off the dried cum and drool. Kira watched for a moment before he grabbed his hips and tenderly smoothed his thumb over them.

'You know, I never expected you to swear so much." Reaching for more water he looked to Izuru.

"Oh, uh, yea, I guess I do? I have little in the way of a filter these days. I blame Grimmjow and our mutual human friends. Does it bother you?" He closed his eyes before rubbing hot water over his face again.

"No, not really bother. Intrigues me, I suppose is the best way to say it." He caressed his lover's stomach and hickeys he had made there. It looked a little puffed.

"A twenty-something year old gay, alt kid cursing intrigues you?" Ichigo had his hands on his hips and a raised eyebrow.

"Well, no, you know what? Never mind it." He laughed shaking his head. He lightly manhandled his boyfriend to turn Ichigo around and caressed his body, hands roaming freely. His mouth kissed over the taller man's back, loving the sounds he could still hear over the shower and fan buzz. After awhile of this his hand slid lower to his partner's entrance. "I'm going to start cleaning you out, okay?"

"Wait, don't. I kind of like it in all honesty. I've… never been filled like this before, I've always used condoms before, you know?" He smiled to Izuru with embarrassment before averting his gaze. "And it's actually really hot and a big turn on. I wouldn't mind keeping it in for a bit longer." He glanced up to his boyfriend to see the reaction, but only tender eyes were met, a smile on his lips. "Am I being too perverted, wanting to keep it in?"

"No, it's incredibly sexy to hear, but it may cause you to feel sick and need to empty it suddenly in a bit, so in reality it's best to do this now then to wait. I'm speaking from personal experience." His smile went lopsided, and he lowered and continued his ministrations on his lover's backside, fingers easily sliding up into that precious heat and reaching and scrapping out his thick semen. Ichigo huffed at not getting his way but did not stop him either, instead spreading his legs and bracing his hands on the tiled walls. Kira found that huffing to be adorable and smirked at the man above him. Another curl of his fingers and he felt the semen coming out and being washed away by the hot water running over his shoulders on to Ichigo's back. While cleaning him out he vaguely recalled the feeling of penetrating further some of the times and the thought occurred that he may have caused an anal fissure, though no blood had come out yet. "How does it feel besides that though? Did it ever feel like you got a tear or anything?"

"No, babe," He looked back over his shoulder with a content face. "It was amazing. I never felt such amazing sex until tonight, you were perfect. It was the first time I actually didn't feel a even a prick when I was entered. You did great, really."

"Thanks, sunshine." He kissed his back. "And okay, if you're confident, I'm just making sure. I don't see any blood, but I think I went pretty deep a few times."

"Fuck, yes you did, and it was excellent. I'm fairly sure that's what caused the Hallowfication in all honesty." Kira hummed pleasantly at that. No public quickies in Seireitei until they figured out how easily it took for him to sprout horns and change eyes. After a calming moment of him laying kisses and cleaning out his love he removed his fingers gently.

"There, that should be most of it. Some might come out later depending how deep it actually traveled, so keep that in mind, okay?" He stood up and grabbed the soap bottle and loofah from the caddy and poured a bit onto the blue sponge. While putting the bottle back he handed the loofah to his partner, who took it was a soft thank you. Ichigo started lathering the sponge over his stomach and crotch making sure to get around his piercing gently as not to snag before heading to his neck with the soap, scrubbing his collar and throat up. The sponge was nice, and he moved to scrub over his shoulders. Kira took the loofah and continued the cleaning on his tan back despite the small protest. "Don't complain, I was planning to anyway. Just focus on your front."

"Give it back when you're done though, alright?" A hummed agreement as he slid the loofah over his skin, drawing small circles over his still blushed skin. He reached low and ran it under his plump ass cheeks before bending to scrub his legs, one at a time, coming up between his cheeks making the youth gasp. "Okay, damn, talk about thorough." Kira chuckled.

"I always try my best to be thorough when it comes to my partner." Memories of Ichimaru flickered over his mind and though they were bittersweet, they were his memories to cherish, just like the sakura on his torso. He slid the loofah to the front, pressing it to the blossom on his partner as he leaned in and directed his face to his for a kiss with his free hand, lips just pressed firmly. He really was a man in love. Ichigo was not stupid for saying that. He felt the same way. Everything just fit together so well. The redhead took the loofah and turned around, taking his lover's face in his own hand and kissed him again. Another one. Then a small laugh before he pulled back and started scrubbing over Izuru's body with the sweetest of smiles. His eyes were low and observing where the sponge went, his hand moved from his jaw to his body, exploring it as he cleaned him.

Kira let him do as he pleased, an appreciative hand stroking his orange wet hair. After a minute he had Izuru turn with a gentle nudge to his elbow. Kira complied keeping his head lowered so he would not get a face full of hot water and was humored that Ichigo chose to start at his ass. The lather was moved up with wide strokes up and down his back. It was the first time in over seven years he had someone to be so intimate with, and it made his heart ache so. He would cherish Ichigo well and take the time to know him on every level. He would never let him feel the way his previous partner had apparently made him feel. He had heard small things about their messing around and outings from whispered conversations between Abarai and Kuchiki when out drinking together sometimes. Her disdain for the blue haired man almost as evident as Hirako's. She felt Ichigo was being taken advantage of after everything that had happened to him, and she felt vindictive to the man. Kira had only met the Espada in passing over holidays and events spent with their mutual friends, so he had little opinion on the man for himself. He remembered silently observing the drunken Hallow trying to convince Ichigo to follow him out at the last cookout for Renji's promotion. He was probably the only one who was aware of the hushed plea and how he had grabbed at his underarm to try and get him to leave before the cooking had even started. Eventually the cat left after a small, whispered argument and he recalled the sad look Ichigo gave when they happened to lock eyes in a fleeting moment before the redhead looked off and made his way to his friends. All when Abarai was giving an informal acceptance speech to boot. Grimmjow obviously lacked tack. Izuru would have just teased him through the entirety of the event and ravished him completely once they were home after the event. There was firm tapping at the door that caught both men off guard. Ichigo put the loofah back on the caddy before looking to his lover silently asking what they should do.

"Hey, uh, no rush to finish, I'll be in the living room. I was just stopping in to say goodnight before I headed back. Sorry to intrude."

"No need to apologize, Renji! Just wait, okay?" Ichigo piped up before he thought and gave a look of shock at the crack in his voice, his face red. It made the blonde cover his mouth while he laughed at the nervous boy.

"Let us rinse off and we'll be out in a minute, Ren!" Izuru said, and Ichigo pushed the hand over his mouth off, silently laughing. "Okay, maybe more like 10 minutes."

"Okay, no rush, just, uh, yea. I'll be out here unless you want me to take off?" Ichigo was reversing the situation and trying to cover Kira's mouth, embarrassed Renji knew they were both in there. It made Kira laugh at the childish display.

"Nope, you're good, be out soon!" Ichigo turned his attention to his boyfriend. "Don't laugh, that took years off of my life!" Ichigo whispered harshly while trying not to laugh anymore. Weakly punching the thick shoulder in front of him.

"I jumped, too, you know?" Kira snickered at the giggling redhead.

"Whatever, damn, this is so embarrassing..." He laid his head on the shoulder he punched and was shaking trying not to laugh. At least it was his best friend and not his dad or Urahara. He almost thought Hirako, but that could have just led to some more fun. Oh, gawd, had he been there longer than they thought?

"It's Ren. I could walk out buck ass naked, and he wouldn't care. We used to bathe together with Shuhei in our Academy years. Hell, I've literally walked in on him and Rukia in the past." Kira was using his hands to help direct the water over himself and his lover. Rinsing their sweat and soap off.

"Wait, seriously?" Ichigo stood straight and gave a disbelieving leer. Kira found his eyes looking up ever so slightly again.

"Yup." He reached up and ran his fingers through his wet hair, combing it as best he could, not really caring to try the cheap, old shampoo and conditioners he saw displayed.

"Woah, she must have skinned you." He was running his hands under his armpits and splashing his face again.

"Not telling what happened." This was nice. Too bad Renji came just then. He would have liked to enjoy this wholesome time a little more.

"Wait, why're you being defensive?" Defensive? He looked Ichigo over.

"I'm not being defensive about it; it can be a story for next time." He smiled to Ichigo and took his hands in his, kissing them before turning to cut the water off with a small squeak.

"I'm holding you to that." Kurosaki climbed out of the tub with Kira's help, stepping onto the shaggy bathroom rug. Was this place decorated with a 60s theme or what?

"If you say so, Sunshine." Kira said it with merit, Kurosaki turned and helped him out.

"There, that pet name. Why the hell are you calling me that?" Ichigo looked over the western styled restroom for a towel. Izuru stretched, feeling his wet hair stick to his skin.

"Do you dislike it?" He was squeezing his hair over the tub. Ichigo opened the pantry like door in the wall and found a nice stack of towels. Hopefully not dusty.

'Well, no, but…" He took the towel out of the shelf and helped his boyfriend wrap it nicely around his waist. Kira enjoyed when Ichigo took over these sorts of acts. It made him feel complacent and cared for. And there were a lot of emotions there. Always one for independence, these feelings were new to Izuru, but not unwelcomed. "I guess I'm just not used to nicknames in relationships too much. I do like it though, and I'm not trying to say to stop it." Kira thought for a moment.

"You are the light in my once dreary, dark life, Ichigo. Take that how you will." He talked fast, and Ichigo almost missed the first part. He turned abruptly to grab another towel for Ichigo. "Here, let me help you with yours."

"Uh..." The hesititaion in his body language made Izuru feel insecure.

"Are you coming out with me, or would you prefer to stay in here?" He looked to the door then back to Izuru. Oh. Ichigo got it. Izuru was embarrassed by what he said just then. Ichigo smiled softly, taking the towel from Kira.

"No, I need to take a fucking piss first." Ichigo set the second towel on the counter next to the sink and started to lift the seat of the toilet. "Get out of here and go see what the fuck he wants first."

"Language." Kira was being facetious. He almost wanted to stay and watch Ichigo relieve himself but was not sure if that would bother him. Ichigo smiled at him and snapped the dry towel towards him.

"Fuck you." Kira laughed at Ichigo as he opened the door.

"Hey, Ren." Kira stepped out quickly, still laughing, and clicked the bathroom door closed behind himself to give his still naked lover a moment alone in the steamed room. Izuru's hair was hanging to one side over his shoulder, water draining from the tips down his muscle. His white towel held fast against trimmed hips. The redhead turned to him with a smile and was sat on the old couch while he waited for them.

"Yo." Renji waved a cut hand to the blonde before standing up from the couch and walking up to him. They hugged briefly before stepping back. Renji did not want to get too wet after all. Genuinely speaking he was glad they were being so damn enthusiastic, but holy spirit king those scratches looked deep. Ichigo must have really been digging his nails in to leave welts those big on his boyfriend's back and forearms. "I wasn't trying to interrupt, I just have to get back to Rukia, she's a little under the weather back home and I didn't wanna just take off on you guys."

"No, yea, of course, Ren. I appreciate it. And sorry for just disappearing like that. I'm surprised you knew where to find us, in all honesty. Hopefully you weren't out here for long..?"

"Uh, well, I wasn't the one who knew. Urahara-san told me. And no, I just came in then. What can I say, I have incredible timing?" He winked to his longtime friend.

"Oh." Of course, the safehouse was monitored, and of course by non-other than Ichigo's mentor and current landlord, Urahara. He was unsure he trusted mister perfect timing on the second part, but why make it awkward.

"He said to let you know he turned off the feed once he saw it was you two entering." Renji shrugged as if he had not believed the older blonde. "So, uh. You two exercising each other's demons, huh?" He pocked at Kira's arm and the blonde grasped at the deep welts to use healing Kido over them, his face a mixture of faint embarrassment and humor. Renji motioned above his head in a circular fashion. "There's a ton more on your back, too." Kira laughed at that.

"Well, you know, those can just stay for now." He grinned to Renji before they heard the door click. Kurosaki walked out into the hall, closing the door behind him. The white towel wrapped snuggly around his lower half and his sakura was visible. Kira wondered if he knew it and just did not care. As he came into the living area Renji took in the sight before him, a giggle bubbling up. These two must have been at it like porn stars.

"What the hell? You look like a damn leopard with all those marks!" Ichigo paused to look down at himself and saw the deep red and purple hickeys littering his skin from his neck to well past the towel. Renji was laughing hysterically and Ichigo had to admit it was funny and laughed as well, the embarrassment dwindled knowing how they had come to be on him. It had felt too amazing to feel ashamed of them. He was proud of them, even if they were excessive. Maybe Izuru was a vampire. He would check for fangs later.

"Oh!" The blonde turned and jumped at the sight. Though the other two found it funny, he was a little embarrassed at his lack of control.

"Fuck, guys, I leave you alone for 3 hours and you go cannibalistic on each other?"

"You would think so." The post sex haze and lust driven brain earlier made him lose sight of what he was doing to the younger man's body. He walked over to his lover with tender care, his fingertips pressed softly to a patch over his right peck. A soft green glow appeared and started to heal the skin. "Let me take care of those…" After a moment he moved over and started on a new patch, the previous healed. Ichigo chuckled and caught his hand leaning down to peck his cheek. He had mischievous look on his face.

"Maybe I don't want them healed. Maybe I like them there for everyone to see." He smiled and Izuru smirked back.

"Even your classmates?" Kira teased with a pinch to the skin on his hickey endowed neck.

"Okay, maybe not the people I have classes with. But we'll take care of these after he leaves." Ichigo rubbed at the spot while a peach color rose on his cheeks. Blush achieved, Izuru let up and returned his attention to the approaching man.

"It's getting late, and I promised her I wouldn't leave her all night long. I think she is, like, nesting, or something? I don't know. Unohana was telling her about it, and I only caught the end of it."

"She probably just wants her husband there when she wakes up, you giant dolt. Stop being insensitive to her."

"Well, fuck you, too, kink boy." They both laughed at each other before they hugged again, and Renji turned to hug Ichigo as well, the younger giving a little squeeze at the end as if saying everything was ok. They pulled back and smiled at each other before Renji ruffled his wet hair and stepped back. Ichigo would ask about the whole kink boy thing later along with the vampirism thing. The happy couple waved to their friend as he opened a gate and stepped through, waving back. Kia spotted the hakama and set of tops on the rug near the couch. That was embarrassing.

"Want to get dressed and go grab your gigai? It's not that far from here, and you could go in to get the snacks somewhere on the way back." Ichigo turned to his partner in crime and smiled.

"Yea, sounds like a plan. Do you like horror movies?" They held each other's faces and kissed chastely.

"Of course." Another kiss. Kurosaki hummed when he pulled back with lidded eyes.

"I'm feeling something like… Dracula." There was a sly smile on his lips.

"I wonder why…" Izuru dipped down and ran his tongue over the precious throat in front of him.

"I'm not sure, it just seems fitting tonight." Ichigo looked adorable feigning innocence and shuddering from the tonguing. He tipped his head back further and exposed already bitten skin to his vampire.

"Oh?" Kira asked with a husky voice as he bit into the exposed flesh, sucking the skin there until Ichigo was a puddle of collective moans in his hands. The movie and collecting Ichigo's belongings may have to wait.

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"Fraulein, why do you try running so?" The large Arrancar stalked the dimly lit streets, the petite pink, curly haired Arrancar woman running with her delicate bundle close to her breast. The man wore a long black coat with slip on martial art shoes and had a hallow piece on his each of his shoulders, like peaked armor plates. The girl had on a long red dress and black boots, the white bundle of fabric held fast to her breast. She turned and shot off a cero. The large bundle began to cry. The tall man was left with a small mark on his chin, the cero not powerful enough for his large reiatsu.

"Leave us be!" She shot another cero before turning to run into the park. She was out of breath, her chest burning, but the need to save her child strong. The fold of the bundle slid back as she ran, and her daughter's face came into view. Red and foggy in the face from a fever, the small white-haired girl coughed as her mother ran with her. The man was no longer amused and moved in front of them. The woman gasped, trying to pivot but fell instead, dropping her poor daughter. "Shiro-chan!"

"Fraulein, it is no good for you to run so. You child is ill and needs medical attention only the doctor can provide." She was inhaling deeply, eyes fearful of the approaching Arrancar. His eyes were lakes of cold black ice.

"Mommy…" Her concentration was broke instantly, turning her gaze back to her coughing child. The tall man was next to her instantly, grabbing the daughter up and squeezing her at the torso, his hands large.

"Shiro-chan!" She pushed herself up and ran to the aid of her child, ripping out cero after cero to his back. He easily swung his arm and made her lift off the ground and into a nearby bench. Then he felt a prickle on his skin. Wholesome. He turned his attention to the source. The girl he had been holding was floating over to her mother as the boy swirled his staff, creating a wind vortex.

"Well, now this isn't so nice to run across while out on patrol." He sent a strong gust to the man, and he easily brushed it off. "You're outside your world, Arrancar. You know the strict rules set up between Sou-Taichou and Queen Harribel." A grey-haired Shinigami boy with a staff Zanpakuto stood between the overly large Arrancar and the woman. He had a cocky smile on with wavy locks and the usual Shinigami uniform. His Zanpakuto had feathers hanging from both ends. The Arrancar was giving him the chills and he couldn't figure out why.

"Run!"

"Huh?" As he turned to look at the woman, the tall man was there instead, grabbing the Zanpakuto easily. The Shinigami tugged at it, and tried getting it to activate it's power. "Be the fierce storm, Konran!"

"Heh." Nothing happened, his Zanpakuto did not change, nor was it responding to him. What was happening? "What an annoying child you are." Swiftly the tall man yanked the staff from his grip and spun it to jab right into his ribs. A few broke, the Shinigami knew it.

"Oof!" Bile pushed out and he went flying to tree across from where he was at. The bark gave way and broke his fall. He fell to the grass in a clump. "What… happened..?" His words were strained and painful to move. He tried though. There were people who were in danger, and he needed to report this to his commanding officers. He needed to let Kyoraku know about the unregistered Arrancar loose in Karakura Town! The moment he pushed up he was crushed down with a singe foot, his back popping uncomfortably.

"Be a good child and stay put. The good doctor asked me not to kill any Shinigami." He pressed harder, and smiled an ugly, long smile. "Yet." He heard a wet sound and felt the lump give under his foot. "Oops." There was a gory mess after he lifted his foot. Blood was pooling around the tree.

"Wha… what…" The tall man smiled with evil glee. Good, the child had lived. Wonderful. He spat blood out from his mouth, a horrible bubbling sound erupting with it. What a noisy thing he was. The tall man leered a moment longer before he returned his attention to the woman.

"Now Fraulein, let us…" There was no one there. He tried sensing her. She was nowhere. Strange. Another one lost on the streets. He clicked his tongue and snapped the Zanpakuto he had been draining. Those weapons were something splendid to consume. The two halves of the staff fell on either side of the poor Shinigami. "This news will upset the good doctor. He wanted to help that poor child after all."