So Hungry For You
By Spunky0ne
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After Byakuya assigns his younger cousin, Tetsuya to heal wounds Ichigo received from a divine demon of the royal realm, the two are required to visit Kirio's Gaton Palace to eat to restore themselves. But as they gorge themselves on food, they find another kind of gluttonous hunger taking over...Ichigo/Tetsuya
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Ichigo heard the sharp return of a rushing sound to his ears and felt prickly tingles all over his skin, telling him that he had survived his battle with the invading demon spirit.
I remember Byakuya saying that the thing had poisoned me, and there was only one thing that could save me, because the demons of the royal realm are transformative beings. If they bite you or slash you, they infect you with their reiatsu, and if it's not banished quickly enough, then you transform.
Byakuya called out a name.
Yeah, I remember that.
He called out a name and I saw a really beautiful guy with wild waves of black hair and big round blue eyes that glowed. I was pretty sure he was an angel. He smelled so good…like Byakuya, flowery, but with a touch of leathery scent. And when he put his hands on me, there was a coolness that ran through my veins. I heard just a whisper of his voice.
"Please try to rest, Ichigo-sama."
Yeah, that's what he said. It was a voice you can trust, one that sounded so tender and caring. It was easy to do as he said.
I wonder how long I've slept.
I wonder if he's still there.
Ichigo breathed in more deeply, and a smile came over his face as he caught that same breath of flowery scent and a touch of leather. He cracked his golden brown eyes open and found himself looking up into those same lovely blue eyes he had seen before.
"Y-you," he croaked, wanting to blush at how weak he sounded, "You were with me before."
"Yes, Ichigo-sama," the beautiful young man affirmed, "I came to the royal realm with Byakuya-sama. I am Byakuya-sama's cousin, Kuhciki Tetsuya. On my cousin's order, I have been at your side ever since you lost consciousness after destroying that demon, which sensed the death of the soul king and sought to steal the throne. You destroyed it, so the soul king is safe. You have been immersed in the healing hot springs for several days and now it is my job to wake you and ensure you are recovering well before we return to the Seireitei."
"Soul king," Ichigo repeated, his eyes oddly sad as he remembered the disturbing sight of Ywach's dead body that had been enshrouded in crystal and placed on the throne, "right…"
Tetsuya gave him a sympathetic look.
"I share your feelings about…that," he confessed softly.
"It just seems…wrong," Ichigo sighed.
"I agree," Tetsuya said, nodding, "however, I have learned over the years that it is not my place to interfere in these kinds of matters. Byakuya-sama says that he disagrees too, but the Central 46 sages and judges fear that if the commoners learned of the king's death, they would panic."
Tetsuya sighed, pulling his hands away and running them over his slightly sweating face. Ichigo studied him quietly for a moment.
"What do you think?" he asked.
"Me?" Tetsuya said, blinking uncertainly, "I am of two minds. On the one hand, part of me wants truth, and living amidst these lies feels like torture, but on the other hand, there is a part of me that wishes I didn't know."
"Really?" Ichigo asked, giving the young man a gentle smile.
"Yes," Tetsuya affirmed, "You see, although I am taicho level ability, I know that there would be nothing I could do to head off disaster if Ywach's body broke down and we didn't have a way to maintain the necessary soul balance for life to continue here. Knowing how we sit so closely to that possibility is a weight on my heart."
Ichigo drew a shuddering breath and nodded.
"It's a weight on mine too. I'm kinda glad I'm not alone, worrying about it."
He paused and looked down at his belly as a loud rumble emanated from within it.
"Oh man," he laughed, "I just realized I'm starved! Is there some food around here we could eat, Tetsuya?"
Tetsuya nodded.
"What you feel is the result of being attacked by a divine demon," he explained, "These demons are frighteningly powerful, and just fighting one will leave you poisoned with their reiatsu and badly drained. That's if you win."
"Yikes," Ichigo chuckled, "I don't want to ask what happens if you lose."
"If you lose, the best possibility is that you just die," Tetsuya went on, "If you die, your body will just break down into spirit particles and dissipate. If the demon reiatsu is not purged from your system, then it will take over, and you will become one of them."
"That doesn't sound like much fun," Ichigo said, looking a little spooked.
"It is horrific," Tetsuya said more softly.
Ichigo made a soft sound of sympathy at the haunted look that came into the noble's blue eyes.
What does that mean?
Does it mean that Tetsuya's seen this?
I don't know if I should ask him.
Tetsuya's eyes met his again solemnly.
"I saw it once in the prison where I was incarcerated while I was a child."
I remember Byakuya telling me that he had a relative who was in an illegal prison. So, that relative was Tetsuya?
"Why were you in a prison?" Ichigo asked.
"I was born of a Rukongai born mother and a noble father at a time when such things were considered a more serious crime than when Byakuya-sama wed Hisana-sama. Families of mixed blood nobles were abducted and placed in these secret prisons, where they were tortured, used for illegal experiments or executed. One of the experiments I witnessed, involved infecting some of the prisoners with reiatsu collected from a spirit demon, then trying to find ways to reverse a full transformation. It was impossible, of course, so they ended up having to kill their test subjects. One of them was my mother."
"Holy crap!" Ichigo breathed, staring.
"I will never forget what I saw, and I only hope that such a thing never happens again. But when I see the actions sometimes of the sages and judges of Central 46, I am reminded of the thinking that led to my incarceration and the loss of my parents. That's why…I was glad when Byakuya-sama asked me to use my power to purge the demon reiatsu from your systems."
Ichigo froze for a moment as he remembered Tetsuya's gentle touches on his barely conscious body, and the cool feeling of his reiatsu as it flushed his veins of the transformative power.
"It's pretty amazing how you did that. Thanks."
A little tickle went through his insides at the way Tetsuya blushed at the compliment.
"You are welcome, Ichigo-sama."
"You don't have to call me that," Ichigo chuckled, "Just Ichigo all by itself'll be fine, okay?"
"As you wish, Ichigo," Tetsuya answered, standing, "Now, as you were recently drained by the battle with the demon and I drained myself while purging it for you, it is necessary for us to restore ourselves."
"Are we going to see Kirio?"
Tetsuya's eyes widened.
"What? Did I say something wrong?" Ichigo asked.
"Sorry," Tetsuya apologized, his blush darkening, "I suppose I'm not used to people speaking the names of the Squad Zero taichos so casually. But, I was warned that you were, erm, spirited."
"You mean, kinda rude and full of trouble?" Ichigo chuckled.
"N-no," Tetsuya said in a flustered tone, "I…"
"Tetsuya, I know how Byakuya talks about me, and it's fine. I'm not bothered that he calls me a troublemaker."
"Oh."
"Look around you. If troublemaking was so bad, then do you think that Squad Zero would have depended on me to take care of that demon?"
Tetsuya blinked and shook his head.
"No, I imagine you are right. I'm just not used to such a free-willed person as you."
"Well, get used to it," Ichigo laughed, "Cause now that we're friends, I hope I'll be seeing a lot more of you."
Tetsuya's breath caught and his blush returned.
"I mean, I hope I'll see you often," Ichigo snickered.
"Ah…oh, I knew that," Tetsuya stammered in a flustered tone, "Well, we should go."
Tetsuya led him out of the treatment room he had been placed in, and down a long hallway, to one of the launching ramps.
"Oh man, why do we have be shot all over the place like little cannon balls! I hate that, don't you?"
"Oh, well, we don't need to do that, because we have Arashi."
Ichigo looked at Tetsuya, frowning curiously.
"Arashi?" he inquired.
Tetsuya smiled and nodded, whistling softly.
A moment later, Ichigo heard the sound of hooves on pavement, and a tall lovely black Arabian Stallion with large blue eyes that looked like Tetsuya's, came trotting to meet them.
"This is Arashi," Tetsuya explained, "He is a sort of familiar. We share powers. Arashi and I are training to join the king's mounted guard."
"The king has mounted guards?"
"Yes, they are called the Tenba no Kishu. We're new to flight, so I apologize for any bumpiness."
"Oh, that's…I guess that's okay."
Tetsuya climbed onto the stallion's back and extended a hand to help Ichigo onto the horse's back. At the touch of Tetsuya's heel, the stallion broke into a run, making Ichigo wrap his arms around Tetsuya's waist to hold on. The stallion ran at the edge of the launching ramp as black feathers erupted from his shoulders and spread out into large, graceful wings.
"He does know how to use those things, right?" Ichigo cried out.
"Hang on!" Tetusya laughed.
"Tetsuya!"
Ichigo felt as though his stomach had dropped as the stallion reached the edge and launched himself into the air. There was a moment of rough bumps and he held onto Tetsuya more tightly, then the motions smoothed out and the big horse carried them smoothly across the sky, heading for the taicho, Kirio's Gaton Palace.
"Well," Ichigo panted anxiously as the horse set down, "that was better than the launcher thing, but still…I feel a little sick."
"Sorry," Tetsuya apologized, "we are still learning."
The two young men headed into the Gaton Palace, where they were immediately greeted by the palace's voluptuous owner.
"Oh, Ichigo!" Kirio laughed, hugging him so that her huge breasts nearly smothered him, "Good to see you!"
She winked at Tetsuya.
"And little Tetsu-chan too!"
Tetsuya gave a helpless little squeak as he was yanked into her smothering embrace also.
"So good to see you both are doing well! Come right this way. I have a table full of food all ready for you. Dig right in!"
She shoved the two young men through a door, into a room that was dominated by a food filled table and a long bench for them to sit on.
"Oh, I remember this!" Ichigo said excitedly, "Oh my god, she's a great cook. And even the gross looking stuff tastes amazing!"
He dove into the meal in front of them, forgetting to use any manners, while Tetsuya tried to eat more politely. But as the delicious tastes exploded across their taste buds, the young noble found it harder and harder to eat properly. And some of the foods leaked unexpectedly onto his face. He blushed and looked at Ichigo, then bit his lip gently in amusement at how messy he was, not just on his face, but all over, where bits of food fell onto his arms, chest and legs.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god, it's so gooooooood!" Ichigo gushed.
Tetusya found himself eating faster and much less carefully. Juices from the savory meats ran down his chin and dribbled onto his chest, soiling the white yukata he had been given at the infirmary.
Pretty soon, they had eaten all of the food on the table, but just as they finished, Kirio arrived with enough to reload the table a second time. Without a moment of hesitation, Tetsuya and Ichigo descended on the table, gobbling up the plates of meat and rice, slurping up noodles and gulping down more wine than either one could usually have managed in a week. As they were finishing the second table full of food, Kirio poked her nose into the room looking more than a little anxious.
"Oh, done already, are you?" she laughed, "I'm a little behind, so…so, um, just hang on a bit, all right? I'm cooking up a storm, here, don't worry."
She sighed and slipped out of the room again, shaking her head.
"Nasty demon reiatsu!" she complained, "I can barely keep up with just one after that! And there are two…"
Within the room, Ichigo ran the back of his hand over his sticky mouth and burped. Tetsuya looked around for a napkin, but failed to find any, so he was forced to use a like method. The two looked out the door of the dining room, thinking longingly of the food being hurriedly prepared for them.
"I hope she hurries," Ichigo muttered, resorting to eating crumbs off of his clothes while he waited, "I'm still starving! What about you?"
"Eh, me too," Tetsuya confessed, also picking up stray bits of food from his clothing to nibble on.
Ichigo found himself strangely distracted by his new friend's tongue that swept over his pink lips to sweep up the leaked juices…juices that weren't only on his face, but ran down into the opening of his yukata, onto his porcelain chest and soft belly.
"I'm quite a mess," Tetsuya said sheepishly, looking down at himself.
"Me too," Ichigo added, glancing at the door impatiently, "but it's worth it, ne?"
"Yes," Tetsuya laughed softly.
Ichigo breathed in and flinched at Tetsuya's fine scent that was mingling with the scent of Kirio's delicious food. He didn't quite mean to do it, but he couldn't help leaning forward, towards his lovely companion.
"I-ichigo?" Tetsuya said, blinking in surprise as the other young man closed in on his meat juice stained chest.
Ichigo's fingers curled into the folds of the front of Tetsuya's yukata, and his golden brown eyes locked on Tetsuya's widened blue ones.
"C-can I…uh…have some of that?" he panted, falling forward and pushing Tetsuya down on his back on the wide bench.
"Ichigo!" Tetsuya gasped, reeling at the wonderful feeling of the other young man's tongue attacking the thick lines of the juices on his fine flesh.
He knew he should stop his friend, but Ichigo seemed so desperately hungry and savoring every little drop and dribble. He stuck his tongue out and dragged it along, moaning as he licked everything away, while also stealing Tetsuya's breath and leaving him a panting, shaky mess.
"So…so good!" Ichigo groaned, sliding his tongue over an expanse of Tetsuya's pale breast, then stopping as he encountered a pretty pink nub that swelled sweetly under his ministrations.
"Ichigo!" Tetsuya cried, arching his back as Ichigo pressed up against him.
His head tilted back, exposing his food splashed throat. Ichigo didn't hesitate, but latched on, nibbling, sucking and biting as Tetsuya writhed helplessly under him. Ichigo gobbled up every last bit, then pulled free of Tetsuya, who sat up slowly, pressing his thighs together to hide what his friend's explorations had brought to life.
"Sorry," the ginger-haired man said sheepishly, "I uh…was just so hungry. I couldn't help it."
"It's fine, Ichigo," Tetsuya assured him, "I didn't mind."
The two went silent for a moment, looking quietly into each others' eyes. Ichigo felt a little jolt in his belly and he leaned forward and brought his lips to Tetsuya's again. Tetsuya's blue eyes closed and he met Ichigo's lips warmly for their kiss…then his tongue swept over Ichigo's sticky lips. He gazed hungrily at the bits of food that had fallen onto the ginger-haired man's clothing and skin. Ichigo smiled at the hungry gleam in his friend's eyes and he leaned back and opened his clothing.
"I guess what's good for the goose is good for the gander," he chuckled, "Go ahead. You look really hungry."
Unable to resist the invitation, Tetsuya crawled on top of Ichigo, attacking the dribbles and little bits of food enthusiastically. In the midst of his exploration, Kirio burst into the room, bearing more plates of delicious food, but at seeing Tetsuya on top of Ichigo and running his pretty, pink tongue over the other young man's breast and pert, raised nipples, she snickered to herself and backed out of the room for a few minutes to let them finish.
Ichigo gazed up at Tetusya as the blue-eyed man finished the last of the stray bits and started to pull away. He placed his hands on Tetsuya's comely face and pulled him down into another kiss, then smiled up at him.
"How much do you think Byakuya would kill me if I ask him to let me date you?" he giggled.
Tetsuya's blush returned instantly and he started to stammer incoherently, but he was saved as Kirio stepped back into the room with another table full of food and drink.
"Here we go!" she said cheerfully, "Bottoms up!"
She giggled furiously and skipped out of the room to keep cooking.
