A/N: Where we go, minna! This is the smut chapter you've all been so patiently waiting for. Thank you guys for being so patient about it. I swear it's worth it! However, if you haven't picked up on it by now, Ichi is a body-mod lover in this, so for those of you with a faint heart...his adornments may make you cringe. Trust me though, I have personally seen much, much more extreme measures taken than what Ichi's done here. So, there's your warning. Thanks for all the pretty reviews too, not just here but on all my fics. Other stuff is coming, just a little slowly. Anyway, enjoy! Ja ne!

The innocence and uncertainty that had been missing over the last two days was what did the shopkeeper in like a shot straight through his heart. He immediately leaned in and captured Ichigo's mouth, playing with his lip ring until his tongue came out, then tangling his own appendage around the ball of the stud in Ichigo's. He had plenty of practice with a tongue ring, and it showed when just manipulating that stoked the hidden fire that had been nipping at their interactions all night.

They broke apart once, to leave the car, but immediately crashed back together once they were free of the vehicle. Kisuke pinned Ichigo to the hood, fingers laced together as surely as their mouths. Denim met polyester, and the orangette wrapped one of those endless legs around the blonde's hip. Only the pressure of the heel of his boot reminded Kisuke that they couldn't go further out in the chill air of coming winter. So, as a tangled pair, with the older leading, they made their way inside, every few steps punctuated with a kiss that left both of their toes curling.

Ichigo left his monstrous boots, that really did lace all the way up to his knees, next to Kisuke's dress shoes in the genkan that separated the shop from the living area. Then the cuffs on his wrists were placed next to Geta-boshi's hat on the table where they always gathered during his teenage years. Finally kissing down the hallway, they almost fell through the shoji screen that was the door to Kisuke's bedroom. The moment of laughter at their clumsiness gave the shopkeeper the moment to truly enjoy the sight in front of him.

"My how grown up you've become, Berry-kun." He purred in the orangette's ear, wrapping his hands around to untie the laces of that ornate corset.

Teeth latched onto his ear, and hot breath spilled over that place when Ichigo responded with, "Just noticing that, Kissu?"

A hand took hold of his wrist and drew it down to the snap-fly of the jeans, where the fabric bulged out tellingly. The blonde chuckled and closed his hand gently over it, eliciting a pleasured groan from the younger male. Another tug with his other hand and the corset came free to reveal that the turtleneck wasn't just sleeveless, it was cropped to just above the edge of the berry's ribs. Drawing back for a moment, Kisuke ran his hands down the slender column of flesh that was Ichigo's abdomen.

"What's this? Another piercing? Is that all you did over there?" Kisuke teased, tugging lightly on the dangling sakura flower threaded through the orangette's belly button.

"Heh. You have no idea." Ichigo captured the blonde's lower lip, hands coming up to unfasten the buttons on his shirt.

Tracing the hem of the younger man's jeans, Kisuke's eyebrow quirked, "I've a feeling I'm about to find out, ne?"

The orangette seemed to consider that for a moment. Then that self-assured, somewhat disarming smile from the night before came back. Both hands, which the shopkeeper just now noticed were covered in rings on almost every finger, pressed against his chest, guiding him to lay back on the bed. Ichigo stepped back after that and began removing the rest of his clothing.

Removing a sleeve revealed a winding tattoo that began around his wrist and traveled up to just above his elbow, coincidentally where the sleeve he'd just taken off ended as well. The start was a simple white bandage, as though Ichigo had cut his wrist, but the fabric was part of his skin. The white wound up turning gradually pink on a black shaded background and fragmenting into what looked suspiciously like cherry blossom petals. Then it became darker, with many cracks and broken places in his skin. It cumulated in an odd butterfly with a gemstone in the middle of it that wrapped its wings, all six of them, around the tip of his bicep.

The orangette gave Kisuke the chance to admire the artwork before removing the other sleeve, allowing a matching tattoo on the other arm to be seen. Again it began with a bandage, though almost immediately the edges became frayed and the color changed from white to black. Roughly halfway up this one the darkness shifted back into white with blue star and cross shapes shadowed into the creases of the bandage, until the top where, like the butterfly on his right, a strange five-pointed star laid on top of an inverted duplicate surrounded by a circle stretched around the tip of his left bicep.

"More surprises, Berry-kun?" Blonde eyebrows shot up into his fringe and he blinked at the revelation.

Ichigo looked down at the two 'sleeves' and pursed his lips. "Jii-san thought it'd be funny if I was a walking monument to those I've fought with my life on the line. Rather like Zabimaru does with Renji. I guess he inspired Zan-jii." He smiled then, rather strangely innocent given both the subject of the markings and the rest of his appearance. "That's what really started all of this. In the States, hair color doesn't really matter, as long as it isn't blue or pink or green or something, but as soon as these showed up," He twisted his forearms slightly in emphasis, "I fell in with a specific kind of delinquent. They use body modification to express themselves, and since Jii-san felt it necessary that I have all of my achievements crammed into the same foot long area on both arms, I was accepted as one of them. That's when I got my ears done. Then my eyebrow, then…well," He shrugged, "you get the idea."

"Hai, hai, I do. I'm not sure that I understand why, but I at least know how." Kisuke licked his lips, and the orangette took that as a sign to keep going.

"Well, the deeper into the group I got, the more it seemed to make sense until I was marking my achievements with piercings. My lip was for my first kiss." He licked the ring in the center of the peachy flesh for emphasis. "My tongue," He stuck it out and flicked the tip, "was the first blowjob I gave."

His eyes grew dark, and heavy with lust at the memories. He slid his hands down his front, teasingly, to cup his belly button. "This was my first hand job. He came all over me." He purred, mimicking spreading the mentioned climax around on the pale flesh of his stomach.

Finishing the motion by hooking his thumbs under the edge of his cropped shirt, he pulled it off in one go. Predictably, the substitute Shinigami had barbells through his nipples. He touched them both at the same time and moaned quietly.

Locking eyes with a sweating Kisuke he only said one word, "Twins."

The corners of his mouth curled up as his eyes followed the movement of the blonde's Adam's apple and the twitch of the fabric still restraining his pelvis. To the former captain, this was better than any restraint So-so had ever used. He couldn't move and the berry was only half undressed. He hadn't even unbuckled his belt yet. Not to mention the fact that the only reason Kisuke had any skin showing at all was because his shirt was unbuttoned. Oh yes, from a distance Ichigo was cold and unapproachable, but here, in the confines of privacy, the berry burned hotter than a wildfire.

Those devious hands were moving again, taking off the aforementioned belt and teasingly popping the snaps of his fly, until the tight denim framed the bulging satin underneath. A shiny matching crimson triangle was all that kept the orangette's obvious arousal hidden from view.

"But," Ichigo husked, "do you wanna know my pride and joy? The piercings that really make my night?"

Kisuke nodded, mouth dry and eyes locked on the way the berry's fingers danced over his underwear.

"I can't hear you, Kissu." The younger male purred, arching his back so that his pelvis was even more emphasized. "Do you wanna know?"

"Y-yes." Damn his stutter!

Ichigo's smirk grew into a full-on leer. "That's more like it." He wiggled his hips and the jeans fell to the floor. "I gotta tell you though. You can't be intimidated. It's an honor for each and every one of them. And in the States…they're much more relaxed about being intimate than we are…at least as long as you're smart about it."

Kisuke was practically drooling now as the orangette proved he was naturally orange, except for the black highlights, by exposing the triangle of soft curls nestled between his pelvic bones. Another few torturous moments and Ichigo dropped what turned out to be a bikini bottom that only just barely wasn't a thong. The length standing at attention was neither disappointing, nor was it at all what the blonde had been expecting. Around the upper corona of his glans, the berry had six, evenly spaced curved barbells, just long enough that they looked like silver balls framing the ridge of sensitive flesh. The underside was just as impressive as a row of twelve identical barbells marched in a proud ladder from where his scrotum began to just under his frenulum, and was capped with a sturdy ring through his urethra that held a dark steel ball decorated with a minus sign against the dip between his glans and his shaft.

"W-wow…" Kisuke swallowed hard, and blinked several times. "A-are each of those…"

He wasn't sure whether the display of metal made him cringe in pain or anticipation, but it certainly sent shockwaves through his body at the thought of those steel balls rubbing, and grinding against…certain…places. The blonde flushed deeply, and then deeper when he realized he was blushing like a teenager over the sight of his former student.

"Are each of these what? A marker for someone I've fucked? Someone I've driven wild? Someone I've taken to heights most humans never get to face and survive?" As he spoke, the orangette stalked up to the bed, lamplight glinting off the metal. Just as he reached the edge, and was about to climb up, he chuckled. "If you were just some sexy older man I picked up in the bar, I'd tell you yes. Each and every barbell is a person I've screwed senseless…" He brought his knee up onto the bed, "But, since you're you and you know me, and I obviously don't need to impress you or worry about scaring you off, I'll tell you the truth."

The berry finished climbing and hovered over Kisuke, letting his body heat engulf the blonde. Then he ran his hands over the supple thighs beneath him, up to the button and zipper of the straining almost-black slacks the shopkeeper still wore. It was as he was releasing that strain, that the older man found his voice again.

"Which is?"

That deadly smirk was aimed up at him, amber-sienna darkened almost to the color of an iridescent nightingale. "No. They aren't each for a person I've fucked."

Kisuke almost relaxed into the ministrations being done to his hips and lower abs, but for the next sentence out of the berry's mouth.

"If I'd done that, I wouldn't have any place left to pierce."

It was whispered, and more felt than heard through the vibrations of Ichigo's teeth on his zipper, tugging it down. A chuckle was the next sensation the blonde felt through his throbbing cock.

"Fundoshi? Looks like some traditions are harder to break than others, ne, Kissu?"

"O-oi! As if your little bitty business was any better." The former captain could not believe how well the 27-yr-old could get to him as once again his cheeks lit up. "A-and what do you mean 'wouldn't have any place left'? You've been with that many people!? There's at least a pound of metal in your dick!"

He scrambled to scoot back from the orangette, and caught the flash of embarrassment that crossed Ichigo's face as he turned away. With space between them, an consequentially his slacks down around his knees thanks to his movement up the bed, he was able to take in the whole picture of what the substitute Shinigami had become. The metal adorning his not-quite-bronzed skin looked like they belonged there, like instead of being born with freckles, or patches of hair, Ichigo had been born with glimmering, shiny balls of reflective steel. It was astonishing, from the bands on his fingers where they curled around his knees to the eight individual pieces in his ears, from the rings on his face to the shields and pendant on his torso, and that collection of bars adorning his manhood. Sitting there, framed in the light of the lamp on the wall, he was truly a sight to behold; a living piece of artwork.

Kisuke found himself licking his lips as the silence stretched between them and before either of them really knew what he was doing, the blonde shopkeeper was guiding his younger partner to lean back ever so slightly. Then he was tracing each of those magnificent piercings with his hot tongue, tugging and nibbling, relishing the taste of both metal and flesh.

Ichigo squirmed, his breathing heavy and the ball of his Prince Albert acting as a stopper for the fat droplet of precome the older man's actions drew from him. "Haa~ah…Kis…Kisuke…"

"Hmm?" He purred into the berry's belly button, tugging on that sakura flower just enough to keep the orangette from moving much on his own.

"I-if you keep…going…I'm gonna f-fall." The substitute Shinigami stuttered, his hands gripping the edge of the mattress while his hips hitched and his knees splayed to either side.

Kisuke leaned back up, and considered for a moment. Then moved backwards off the bed so Ichigo could shift around to lean his back on the wall above the shopkeeper's pillows. The blonde took the opportunity to divest himself of the rest of his own clothing, smirking when he caught the unbridled lust in the orangette's eyes. Using a rhythm in his head, the older man stalked back up the bed to nestle between his lover's thighs in front of that proud testament to just how much growing the orangette had done over the last decade. He caught the sienna gaze and deliberately ran his tongue over his upper lip.

He heard Ichigo swallow, and his smirk grew. Sparks of fire tingled through his fingertips as he traced the berry's leg from ankle to hip before licking the pearl of fluid pooling around the Prince Albert ring and tugging with his teeth a teeny bit. A gasp told him that was a very welcome action, so he repeated it with a bit more force, following the ring with his tongue to snag the candy-flavored honey from the source. Unable to keep his fingers still, he pressed the thumb of his right hand under the lowest rung on his lover's ladder. Another drool of syrup was his reward and though he was loathe to leave that fountain of grenadine, he couldn't help but climb the ladder, laving his tongue over each ball, tugging from either side, and generally making the substitute Shinigami come completely undone above his head.

A whimpering moan, and the feeling of a long-boned hand in his hair brought the blonde from his ministrations to look up at the flushed, and tortured berry, though he didn't take his lips from the ring of metal he'd first played with. He hummed into it. "Hmm?"

"Nyah! Kis-Kisuke…If you keep that up…I'm gonna…spoil our fun." Ichigo panted, his thumb caressing the former captain's temple. "I knew…you were…that's why…oh god…worth it…so worth it."

He drew Kisuke up and away from his cock to kiss him deeply, his other hand joining the first tangled in the wavy blonde locks. Their tongues danced for a while before the orangette had to pull back and gasp again. The shopkeeper's own flushed length rubbed against the metal masterpiece, creating the kind of friction both craved so desperately. Another hitch of hips and their lips were smashed back together, moaning and breathing heavily through their noses as each tried to devour the other.

"D-do you…wanna…I…need…" Again Ichigo breathlessly mumbled into their kisses.

Kisuke was no better, "Hai…in the drawer…"

A hand covered in rings reached out and fumbled for a few moments before a second, more scarred but just as distinctive, joined the first. Both latched onto the bottle with a screw off lid. A sound of entertainment passed between their joined lips and together they brought the jar over to where the older of the two could unscrew it. The younger dipped three fingers into it, and orange eyebrows raised in silent askance. The response he received was in the form of a hand around his wrist, guiding him around the former captain's hip.

No more room for words existed between them, as Ichigo first traced Kisuke's entrance and then pressed a the tip of his middle finger inside. Working carefully, the blonde barely even noticed being stretched. He never felt when his lover pressed in passed the ring of muscle with the band of metal on his finger, nor when a second band of metal joined the first. Somehow, even after the orangette had all four of his fingers inside the shopkeeper, the metal only acted as an extra tease, pressing and rubbing in all the right ways.

He bucked against that hand invading his most private of places, and the hot mouth on his own devoured the sounds of pleasure he made as strong fingertips brushed the bundle of nerves within him, making his cock jump and drool unconsciously. He thought maybe there was a smile against his lips, but then his mind was consumed by the sensation of his passage being abruptly empty.

Panting below him, Ichigo spoke softly, moving his lips against Kisuke's skin as though he anticipated the man above him to be too far gone in pleasure to understand his words through his ears alone. "You need to lay down, either on your knees or on your back, but you can't ride me cowboy style the first time, you'll tear."

He mumbled an assent and with a messy tangle of legs they flipped their positions. The blonde's back hit the pillows and unconsciously, his feet drew up to touch his behind as surely as if Ichigo had tied them there. Long-boned hands pulled his knees apart, and the jar was rescued from falling off the edge of the table to be used in slicking up the metal masterpiece that was the berry's manhood. A moment of apprehension crossed the shopkeeper's mind as he watched the orangette moan into his own touch.

Ichigo seemed to have caught it though, because as he lined himself up, he arched over the body beneath him, to nibble at Kisuke's neck, "Just relax. This will feel amazing. Trust me."

There were those words. Trust him? Of course! There was no way he couldn't—oh gods! Rational thought flew from his mind as the crowned glans slipped into his tunnel. He had no idea that the distortion of the shape would feel like that! He moaned like a two-bit whore, and his hips bucked, which drove the thick Prince Albert ring into the back wall of his tunnel, bringing a second wanton sound crawling from his lips. Hands cupped his ass cheeks such that the wrists they belonged to pressed against his hips.

A voice spoke above him, but he didn't hear it. All he knew was the glorious filling being done to his backside. Another rumble of vocal sound brought the beginnings of the ladder popping inside one rung at a time, and Kisuke howled, body begging for more. Ichigo moved so terribly slowly. Somewhere, meta-Kisuke understood that his younger lover had to in order to prevent tearing and ripping on both their parts, but that wasn't something that the Kisuke on the bed, being fucked into oblivion could grasp. Not when the final rung slid into place like it belonged there; like Ichigo's dick had been created specifically to fill his ass, and the piercings were simply the teeth on the key that was his salvation.

And just when he thought it couldn't get better, just when he'd begun to believe that they'd never be disconnected ever again, Ichigo moved! Pulling out as slowly as he pushed in, each rung on the ladder popping back out again like the best combination of plug and beads. That took a moment to adjust to as well, his body feeling like a padlock only the substitute Shinigami could understand. Then he was gone…completely overwhelmed and blown away.

The younger of the two created a rhythm of lock and liberate, close and crack, bury and broach. Kisuke was his treasure chest, and the pearls inside were Ichigo's for the taking. The orangette stormed his shores, plundered the very center of his soul, and left him floating in completion that looked an awful lot like a magnificent city turned on its ear. The outside world just simply did not exist and nothing mattered except the profound bliss that washed through his very being even as his orgasm splashed between them.

"Still with me, baby?" The younger male rumbled above the blonde's ear, his voice heavy and rough from the intensity of his own climax.

He ran his hands down the blonde's chest, pressing deliberately while he disengaged below and slid up to lay beside the flying shopkeeper. His lips and teeth joined the dance of his fingers. He also brought his leg over, to wrap around the older man's. Quite literally touching as much of the former captain as he could, Ichigo crooned and whispered randomly into Kisuke's ear.

Slowly, but surely, in the next fifteen minutes the shopkeeper blinked and became aware of what was happening. The first thing he was fully conscious of was the way his younger lover was plastered to his side, and then the room came back into focus and that rumbling sound that had been like ocean waves on a distant beach became words.

"…baby, float back this way. There you go. Yeah, it feels nice there. I know, but it's time to come back now. Shh, not too fast. Don't worry, I'm here."

"I-Ichi…go?" His throat was raw, over used.

"Yeah." The orangette was still drawing designs on his chest with his hand.

"Wha…I mean…did I…?"

He blinked several times. Amazingly, somehow, for the first time in centuries, his mind was blank. Completely, totally and utterly blank. He couldn't even form finished thoughts, let alone give voice to them, which left him in awe and stuttering.

The substitute Shinigami chuckled, "What? Never been to Subspace before, Kissu?"