Hi everybody,
I present to you an OS inspired by Bleach's ending, especially the final chapter. Precisely the scene I wrote at the end of the OS. That's how I would have liked to see it
Have a good reading.

XOXO
Peace'

A long-awaited moment.

The master of the house was having breakfast in the room made for this purpose. He was reading his diary while eating in complete silence. At his side, another man, younger than him, was doing the same. Without really thinking about it, the elder man was observing his companion. For ten years now, at each fight in his world, his younger sister had been asking him to collect these four. They always ended up in a bad state, and he always accepted to take them in until they were completely healed. This did not please the rest of his family. But he was still the head of the family and he could invite whoever he wanted into his home. He folded up his diary for an instant, intrigued to see the other one move. The dark-haired man in front of him raised his glasses with a simple gesture and then signalled to one of the servants to come and clear his place setting. When this was done, he took the paper back and continued reading. The host smiled imperceptibly as he returned to his own. His brother was always the first to heal his wounds. He had thus been able to share many tête-à-tête with him at meals and especially in the morning, for he was also an early riser. Today, as usual, he was not talking and was behaving as part of the household. Oh, not in an arrogant or intrusive way like his red-headed friend. No, but rather in a natural way. You could see that the young man had been brought up in an identical house. A noble environment. He even thought his attitude was identical to his own. With just a little more awkwardness due to his youth. The two of them never discussed. In fact, apart from a hello and a goodbye they hardly spoke to each other. That did not bother him, because he knew everything there was to know about him. His second and his sister often talked about their four friends living on earth. So he knew that this year he was turning twenty-five and that he was a great doctor, not much appreciated because of his coldness. But this did not bother him. He also knew that he had been brought up respectably, like him. To become the future master of the house. But at that moment, what made him smile was above all this habit he had. Indeed, having finished his snack, he could retire in his chamber, but he did not. Since his first stay in this house, when he was just a teenager, he stayed with him at the table waiting for him to leave first. He understood that not letting him finish his meal alone was his way of thanking him for his hospitality. So he had taken the habit to take his time when the young man was in his house. He did not know why, but his quiet company soothed him. When he had finished, he put down his newspaper and left the room after a brief nod to the youngest. Then he heard the door close a few seconds after he had left. He had waited until he had left to leave. So he left for work with a smile on his face.

It had been three days since he had recovered enough from his injuries to get up. Based on his estimate, Chad and Orihimé should be here soon. The girl's power had helped them in their healing and she had once again disregarded her own well-being. But for Ichigo it was something else. As usual, he had gone beyond his limits. When would he learn to take it easy?, he thought.

He was pulled from his thoughts by shouts. Even though he appreciated them and considered them his family, he had enough. He was there at the table, listening to his friends arguing. Rukia and Renji were still bickering over a trifling matter. He was happy that the young people came to see him. But they tended to invite themselves every night and heat things up in this house which was usually so quiet. He could see that the master of the house did not say anything because he liked to share meals with his sister. But their incessant discussions were exasperating him. And he himself had to admit that he was tired of it.

He observed the host of the house. He appreciated his presence. Whatever happened, the man kept his mask of coldness showing no emotion, as well as his haughty bearing which showed his nobility. He looked around the room, he liked the atmosphere that emanated from it. It reminded him of his childhood home with his grandfather. He then caught the gaze of the person who was sheltering him. He detected a certain weariness mixed with amusement. At last, he saw his lips outline a shy smile. Then he took a breath and spoke up:

- Renji, Rukia, had not you planned to go to bed early to be up early tomorrow?

- That's true, let's go, Rukia!

The two rose to their feet and the room became silent again. The two remaining men looked at each other in perfect harmony. They finished their meal without a sound.

He had just come home and after eating alone, he slowly made his way to his room. In the corridor leading to his room, he had caught a glimpse of light coming from under one of the doors. He smiled, thinking that the occupant was still awake. At first he wondered what he could do. Then, he worried a little, because at this hour he should have been sleeping like everyone else. Nevertheless, he went to take a shower. After putting on a night kimono, still intrigued by the fact that his guest was not sleeping, he decided to go and check if this was still the case. There was a ray of light in front of the room. He slid the wooden plank. He had to get used to the semi-darkness. Only a night light illuminated the room. When his eyes got used to the obscurity, he walked in slowly and silently. He found his guest sitting on the ledge of a round window looking up at the starry sky. His body was sluggish, matching the semi-circle shape he was leaning on. His right leg was bent, holding him against the window, while his left limbs hung loose. When he came close, the man turned his gaze towards him. He read pain in it. Then he saw his hand tightening on his abdomen. He went forward and saw that his bandages were undone and that his wound had bled a little. The doctor in front of him had had to redo his bandages all by himself. He grabbed him in his arms with a reproving look on his face, making him understand that he should have asked someone for help. Then, he put him gently on the bed, went to get a basin of water and clean bandages, which he put next to the patient. In order to treat him, he opened his white kimono. He inspected the body in front of him. With his fingertips, he touched the wounds and scars. Without a word the two men stared at each other. As usual, they were not communicating with words, but mostly with looks. He caressed the cheek of the man lying down and slid the pulp of his fingers along his body. He stopped on his chest and removed the bandages. After a quick rinse of the dried blood and brief but sufficient care, he applied new bandages. Then he took care of the bandages on his arms and legs. The bandage on his left thigh was going up underneath his shorts, so he took it off. If the two men seemed impassive in their attitudes, the body of the younger one showed that in reality he was not. Indeed, his elder had caused him to begin to erect. The older man took no notice and continued to bandage him. After that, he contemplated the erection of his patient, touching it with his index finger. A shiver ran down his guest's spine. Happy with this reaction, he drew a circle around his glans, which caused another shiver, causing the youngest to gasp. It also brought a glimmer of desire in his eyes. Then his hand ran throughout the body offered in front of him. After a while, the mature man decided to get on all fours above the lying man. He opened his own kimono and the younger man put both hands on the overhanging torso. Not to push him away, but to get a good grasp of what lay ahead. The elder began masturbating the being who had been fascinating him for a while now. He saw him bending over, a soft sound came out of his lips. This prompted him to go further. For a moment, he left his companion's body, sat up on his knees and undressed himself completely. The, he put their two erections in contact. The two men snarled with satisfaction. He grabbed their two penises and masturbated them together. Then the voice of the younger one resounded unintentionally.

- Bya...haaa!

- Uryu! answered the breathless elder.

Then, Byakuya Kuchiki accelerated his movements on their genitals and Uryu Ishida cambered further. His body tightened and in a fiery kiss that his lover stole from him he came, quickly followed by his noble friend. The two looked at each other until they could catch their breath. Words were useless and they understood each other. The master of the house got out of bed, grabbed his clothes and put them on. Then, after a last glance, he went back to his room.

Uryu quickly fell asleep after the visit of his host. He had readjusted his kimono and put a sheet over him and then let sleep win him over. Now, it was midday and he was talking quietly with Orihimé who had woken up a few hours earlier. The two of them were eating in the restaurant room, Rukia had joined them.

The days passed and the young man rarely met the master of the house. He was visiting one patient after another. Chad had woken up too, only Ichigo was still asleep.

- How long? asked his red-headed friend.

- Not very long. With your powers and my skills as a doctor, he should be fine.

They were interrupted by a boy with orange hair and a second one with red hair.

- Mummy, did Daddy wake up?

- Not yet, Kazui.

- But it will not be long now, Uryu reassured.

The little boy nodded at his godfather. A noise was heard and when the bedroom door opened, the noble Kuchiki entered. The little red-haired girl threw herself into his arms and shouted:

- Uncle Byakuya, let's play!

- Calm down, Ichika, summoned the captain of the sixth division in a calm voice. Ichigo needs silence. Then, tightening his grip on the young lady in his arms, he continued. We are going to go. Kazui, are you coming?

The little boy got up, hugged his parents and godfather and left with the members of the Kuchiki -Abarai family. The Quincy smiled then left his friend with her husband.

In the evening, after dinner, the doctor decided to go to the library. He loved this room. Its quietness and its precious books but also the silent presence of his host, when he came home earlier like today. At about nine thirty, two small tornadoes came running in, throwing themselves at each other, shouted a "good night" accompanied by a kiss and left as quickly as they had arrived.

- You'd make a good father, said the youngest.

- I do not intend to take a wife again, immediately replied the elder. But so do you...

- Likewise, interrupted Uryu. Besides, I'm too busy and it's not in my plans, confessed the doctor.

The two men returned to their reading with a smile on their lips.

Another noisy meal. This time, Ichigo had been able to get up, so everyone had come unexpectedly in the Kuchiki house. It had been a long time since such a feast had been assembled. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. The master of the house looked at each of his guests and saw that young Quincy looked tired. He wanted to go and talk to him, but he could not. Every time someone would stop him by demanding his attention. After dinner, everyone retired to their rooms. Silence had returned to the house. The nobleman was in the shower, thinking about the doctor and his drawn face. Tomorrow, they would all go home, including him. It bothered him, but he could hardly understand why. So before going to bed, he went out into the corridor and saw that the young man's room was still lit. He went towards it. In the corridor, he met his sister who was going to Orihimé and Ichigo's room. She was bringing drinks as they were probably having a private party. But he was convinced that the being he was going to visit would not be there. Rukia looked at him without flinching. Then, seeing him stop in front of the Quincy's room, she entered the Kurosaki couple's room.

He gently opened the door and entered in silence. He got used to the dark like he had last time, but this time the room was empty. The door to the engawa was open. Walking steadily, he crossed the room and looked out over the garden. His heart missed a beat in front of the scene before his eyes. Uryu was in the park, the moon was shining on him. He could see him in profile, his hands clasping flowers to smell them. A light blue kimono was falling on one of his shoulders, exposing it. His milky skin seemed to sparkle in the dark of the night. He detailed his face, which for once was without glasses. Then, his gaze went down along his slim, slender silhouette. He walked slowly towards the young man. The young man did not move, waiting to see what the other was going to do. Byakuya grabbed him by the waist and pulled him towards his chest. Their eyes met and sparkled with the same gleam of desire. The captain of the sixth division pulled the kimono up over the shoulder of the other and gave him a fiery kiss. He wanted to take him to one of the rooms and then remembered that no one was sleeping. That night, he wanted to hear his lover scream with pleasure. Then he remembered that he had been told that the guest house had been prepared. On a whim, he released his partner and took his arm to lead him towards the suite. The young man complained that he felt he was being dragged away, but he followed without resistance, as he trusted him. Proud of this mark of faith in him, Captain Kuchiki walked faster. They crossed the bridge of the Japanese garden. Young Ishida stumbled in the middle of it, but his companion held him. He saw the blue kimono slip off, exposing his beloved's upper white torso. Instead of putting it back on, he kissed him again. Then seeing that his fall was due to the fact that he was barefoot, he lifted him up to carry him for the rest of the walk. Although Uryu would normally have grumbled at this moment, he did only one thing: he huddled comfortably in the strong and reassuring arms of his lover. There, he buried his face in his neck and kissed him with a multitude of butterfly kisses, making his wearer shudder with pleasure. They finally reached the guest house. The master of the house quickly opened the door and closed it behind them. He went to the bed to put down his burden. For a moment, he took his time to contemplate it, before joining him, crawling on all fours above him. His whole body was burning from the inside and the doctor felt it. He grabbed his elder's face with both hands and stole a kiss from him, while spreading his thighs apart to give him permission to make him his own.

- Bya... I...

But he was interrupted by a kiss that thanked him for offering himself in this way. Then, Byakuya ran his fingers throughout the body of his lover, making him shiver and groan with pleasure. He slowly undressed him while covering his body with kisses and caresses, restraining himself from taking him with ardour. When he reached his crotch, he gobbled up his hard sex and felt the other one camber with satisfaction. He tilted his pelvis and moistened the intimacy with his tongue before inserting his first finger. He then resumed the blowjob. When Uryu swung his hips and took his fingers inside him to make them go deeper into his lair, Kuchiki understood that he was ready. Raising his head to observe him, he found him even more desirable. The Quincy bit his lower lip, holding back his moans. This annoyed the Shinigami, who wanted to hear his voice, but he found this very desirable. Especially as the other was in a state of absolute excitement. His languid body was moving again and again, his torso was rising erratically. His eyes were full of lust, his cheeks turned pink by effort and desire. The captain could not take it anymore, he only wanted to hear the sound of his voice.

- I brought you here to hear your pleasure, so do not hold back.

For any answer, he felt the body of his lover tighten around his fingers. A cry of pure satisfaction crossed the threshold of his lips. Byakuya was delighted, so he kissed his companion again. He undressed, and with an expert hand masturbated and presented himself in front of his partner's entrance. The latter nodded to encourage him to continue. Then he gently entered him, taking his sex in his hand to give him a gentle back and forth that would help him forget the pain. He also diverted his attention by stealing kisses from him, sometimes gentle, sometimes fierier. When totally inside, he stopped for an instant. Waiting for a signal from Uryu. When the young man moved his hips, he finally began to move. Gently at first, then faster and faster, gradually bringing his beloved into the throes of pleasure in view of his cries of happiness and his incitement to continue. Then, the two men freed themselves together in a last groan of contentment. It took them several minutes to come down from their orgasm. After the euphoria, the two men lay down and the older took the younger one in his arms. In a few minutes, they fell asleep without a word, as usual.

The door opened, startling the two sleepers. A red-headed girl smiled her way through. She placed a tray with breakfast on a table not far from the bed, along with clean clothes.

- I told everyone that you left at dawn, Captain Kuchiki. And for you, I said that you decided to take a walk before leaving.

Then she went out, in front of the room she was startled. A hand grabbed her by the waist. A man's voice rose.

- Take your time. Uryu, we'll meet at noon at the door, Ichigo announced.

The two men looked at each other and smiled. They took turns going to the bathroom to wash and get dressed. Then they had lunch, still without a word. When they finally went through the door, Uryu put his hand on Byakuya's to prevent him from going out.

- If you come to Karakura, come and see me. My door will always be open.

Upon these few words, the Quincy stole a last kiss from him before leaving. As for the Captain, he walked to his office with a smile on his face, already waiting to see his handsome dark-haired man with glasses again.

Months had passed and the two men saw each other when they could, that is when Captain Kuchiki came to the world of the living. It must be acknowledged that everyone in the Soul Society was puzzled. Indeed, nobody understood the new enthusiasm of the Captain of the sixth division to participate in all the missions of the other world, especially that of Karakura. But today, he had gone there for another reason. He had asked for special access, which he had been granted as Captain without a question. As soon as he stepped on the floor of the world of the living, he went to his lover, who was on the roof of the hospital. This made him smile. The nobleman knew that when his companion wanted to take his mind off things during his working hours, he would hide there. On landing, Byakuya heard sounds coming from behind the door. The man concentrated when he realized that they were talking about his lover. The words were harsh and he could deduce that they did not know him well. These people had no idea how big Uryu's heart was. Nor the sacrifices he was capable of making for his friends and for the rest of the world. So, as usual, he walked silently towards him. The young man was watching his mobile phone as a broadcast of Chad's boxing match was about to begin. The elder knew how sorry his partner was not to be with the others at Ichigo's house to watch the show. His own sister, his brother-in-law and second in command had gone with his niece, just after Rukia's induction ceremony as Captain of the 13th Division. But at that moment, he was relieved to see his beloved in good health. Part of Yhwach's reiatsu had resurfaced and he was worried about him, that is why he ran to his side as soon as possible. But now that he was reassured, he looked at him. The young man was leaning on the railing above the void, his eyes fixed on his mobile phone. When he reached his height, he took him in his arms, sticking to his back to hug him, and then kissed him on the neck. His body matched Uryu's perfectly. Without a word, the two of them enjoyed the moment together. The Shinigami tightened his grip around his lover's waist and leaned towards the phone he held in his hands to admire Chad's match. He would talk to him later, tell him everything. He had promised himself that he would not hide anything from him, because with time he had understood that he really loved him. When the Quincy would die, he would do everything he could to get him back, whether he remembered him or not. He would make him his own again. They had all the time in the world.