Notes: I'm rocking the first Kekkaishi theme, but I'm not that much into the anime beyond the cake and Madarao and some of the Ayakashi and other creatures that show up. After all, why have Kekkaishi around when Bleach can take care of any restless spirits hanging around.
I'm also LOVING that the Amagai arc came to the States. WOOT! Know what I'm loving even more? FISH CAKE! Roflmao. Well we always knew isane had a dream about fishcakes, just not what that dream entailed. But Byakuya in a rubber suit? Too bizzare.
Ryuken had slept through most of the day following his infection, almost as if his human body needed more recovery time than the more robust shinigami forms. But he awoke about an hour before Zephly's attempts to infect more shinigami with a raging hard on, smooshed between Urahara and Isshin.
Ryuken groaned, there was a soft noise from Urahara, and the blond shinigami snuggled his head against Ryuken's chest in his sleep. "Shit." Ryuken muttered. He pushed Urahara, then reached around to pinch Isshin. "oye, wake up, oye!"
The other two woke up, and Ryuken rolled over on his back, arms and legs splayed out. He'd fallen asleep shirtless and his erection poked up in a ridiculously obvious fashion. "I really, really, really, need relief." Ryuken blushed, hugely, and Urahara leaned down, kissing him passionately, only for the quincy to sit up and scramble to get his pants and boxers off like they'd been filled with ants. Completely naked, he proceeded to tug at Isshin's clothes while urahara stripped and began to kiss and caress his back and neck.
Somehow in the jumble of hot, sweaty limbs, all three men ended up naked, clothes scattered wildly around the bedroom. "Alright, who goes first?" Ryuken panted. "Kisuke, why don't you? I want to be facing Isshin." his eyes drooped slightly with lust as he looped his arms around Isshin's neck and began to kiss him, not small, chaste kisses either, steaming hot, lust provoking, mind bending displays of pure passion.
Ryuken only broke contact with Isshin's lips when Urahara pressed two slickened fingers into his entrance and began to thrust them in and out slowly, gasping, until the two fingers pushed further into the second passage and womb and Ryuken threw his head back, a picture of beauty and grace as he screamed in pleasure.
Isshin hissed against his lips. "Does it... bother you, knowing the anatomy involved in what we're about to do, what we're about to commit to? You won't regret it later will you?"
"No, I waited for too long to rebuild and heal, and my family suffered far too much because of it." Ryuken groaned. "Ravage me, tear down the walls of the old life, and build another anew." Not only that, but knowing the anatomy involved in what they were doing just turned him on even more.
"fuck, when you talk like that, its more erotic than any dirty talk I've ever heard." Urahara hissed, looping arms around Ryuken's waist and positioning himself at his entrance.
"DO it damnit, I need this." Ryuken had denied himself intimacy for so long that returning to familiar arms, and familiar passions, meant he had absolutely /no/ ability to resist the fever. And the familiar was, to him, new again.
Urahara made his entry fast, deft, causing a brief flare of pain that was replaced with overwhelming pleasure. Urahara gently pulled Ryuken into his arms, so that the quincy was sitting in his lap, and Isshin knelt between Ryuken's legs, sucking his dick into his mouth tenderly and lavishing attention on the painfully hard and weeping organ.
Then Urahara began to thrust, and Ryuken started to arch up and down with him, and the normally uptight quincy completely lost it, screaming in pleasure, bucking and writhing. Urahara sucked on the skin of his shoulder in a vain attempt to muffle his curses and lewd mumbling in the other man's ear. It was like an animal took them over.
Ryuken screamed, coming twice, each time Isshin swallowing the entire load before Urahara finally filled him with his seed. And the frustrating part about this was not the pleasure he got from the act, but the fact that Ryuken found his lust not to have been sated. The burning of semen in his belly only made Ryuken want /more./
The three men fumbled a little more, not wanting to move but having to switch positions. This time Isshin looped his arms around Ryuken's body. And Ryuken sank willingly onto his cock, eager for the sensation.
When Urahara sucked his cock into his mouth Ryuken screamed in pleasure. His body demanded release, his soul demanded intimacy. It was as if every festering desire related to sex, Isshin, and Urahara had erupted within him.
Ryuken screamed as he came, moaning as Isshin came inside of him, and suddenly an idea came to him like an epiphany, causing him to inhale sharply. "ISSHIIIIIIIIIIIN!"
Awareness returned like a splash of cold water. Ryuken pulled away, then snuggled into Isshin's arms, burying his face in his chest. He pulled Urahara up against him from behind, rather roughly, but his brain was having a brain storm and his body still wanted sex to some degree. "I just had a thought." He panted. Ryuken realized all three of them were covered in sweat. He groaned, savoring the sensation of Isshin and Urahara's seed inside of him.
"About?" Urahara asked. Isshin peered at him.
Ryuken panted a bit more before saying. "How does the virus cause a person to /pick/ the person they spend their fever with? Is it /truely/ whoever's handy or is it someone that they have feelings for? Does it /play/ on emotions already there?"
"What do you mean?" Urahara asked.
"Ichigo made his choice /before/ he went into the fever state, but everyone else was pushed together with their loved ones. I know my instincts. I /know/ that if neither of you were in the room when I woke up, I wouldn't /grab/ whoever was handy. I'd go looking for you."
"awww, how touching."
"No I mean it, I'm fairly certain, it plays off of one's subconscious desires."
"Well there's one way to test that." Urahara grinned. "But for now sleep, your mortal body can't take the stresses a gigai can."
"Yeah I know. I must have slept most of the day." Ryuken muttered, closing his eyes and snuggling down between Isshin and Urahara.
He awoke two hours later to find a cold bed. "Isshin? Kisuke?" He stood, wrapping himself up in a robe and trying to find their spirit ribbons. Then he took off down the hallway, bumping into Hanataro on the way.
Hanataro would have been a prime target, weak, attractive, effeminate, with lots of bad luck and an extremely cute appearance. But instead, the young medic got a rough shove out of the way. Ryuken shoved past Tessai where he was discussing some kind of barrier Kido with two of the vizards, (he thought their names were Rose and Kensei and really to him they both looked quite hot) preparing tea, and found his way to the hatch and into the hidden training area.
Kensei was quite a catch, but he wasn't quite what Ryuken wanted at the moment. "Must be the hair." He heard the grey haired man say, I thought he'd go for this but apparently he doesn't like macho men.
"Patently I'm insulted." Rose whined. "He's not even giving me more than a glance."
At the moment, Ryuken had a one track mind, following the spirit ribbons to the tiny shack that Ichigo, Byakuya, Renji and Uryu had used for their own tryst, to find his lovers bathing naked in the water. "Well well well, he resisted temptation." Urahara teased.
"Shut up." Ryuken muttered, stripping and sliding into the bath between Urahara and Isshin, reaching out to give each a kiss. "I want more, but I want to get clean first."
"We decided to test your hunch." Urahara replied. "By parading temptation up and down the halls of Urahara Shoten." He pointed to where Izuru and Shuhei had gone off to the regular baths.
"I see, and was I right?"
"I had at least four more eligible males at varying places in the Shoten, not just those in the main hall and front room, you ignored them all."
"Told you." Ryuken straddled Urahara's lap. "Now wash my hair." Ryuken always loved bathing in the hot springs with Urahara and Isshin, but he /loved/ having his hair washed. The stimulation to his scalp was absolutely erotic.
"I told you before, I want to do this right." Shuhei told Izuru gently in the hospital room. "This isn't just any old honeymoon we're having, we're making life, and after what Gin did to you I want this to be /romantic/ not just steamy."
Izuru was weak from the internal damage done by the changing of his organs, but he had awoken, he'd always had a problem staying asleep with sedatives. So now he was curled up in Shuhei's arms, making plans.
"Well, we still have one thing we have to do, romantic or not." Izuru sighed. "I found out, Hitsugaya-taichou... Gin did the same thing to him that he did to me. And neither of us have told Momo. Its going to be very hard, talking about it both to him and to her. Especially in the shape I'm in. But if I can control myself for that lesson, I can do it for this. I just... I want you to hold me the entire time. I..."
"You're scared... I'll protect you." Shuhei said quietly. "And help you keep it in your pants, come on."
So about an hour later, at the appointed time, Shinji, Hitsugaya and Unohana entered the hospital room, Momo behind them. "Izuru! You're awake! It must hurt so bad but stick with it okay? You'd make a great dad!" She reached out to hug Izuru, /carefully/. "Look at my Shirou-chan! He isn't so little anymore is he?" Momo asked proudly.
"Momo, Izuru and I had something we wanted to talk to you about." Hitsugaya said quietly. "And I... I'm sorry I didn't tell you about it sooner. I didn't want you to worry."
Momo blinked, when Hitsugaya used that tone, she knew it was seriously important to her brother and that whatever it was had bothered him.
Hitsugaya remained standing, carefully undoing enough of his uniform that Momo could see the scars. "T... Toushiro?" She didn't understand at first.
"Gin did this to me..." Hitsugaya said this with tears in his eyes, his voice choked. He leaned against Shinji for support, both emotionally and physically. "He hurt me... Momo, in ways I didn't want you to know about." He looked up at Unohana.
Unohana spoke up. "Gin repeatedly assaulted your brother, Hinamori." she didn't even use suffixes. Unohana was getting tired, both as a physician and as a person. She bowed her head for even though Hitsugaya had given her permission to explain the situation if words failed him, it was hard. "Sexually. He only had the courage to come forwards to anyone years later."
"And when he was done with your brother Momo." Izuru gulped, feeling Shuhei's grip on his waist tighten. It both hurt and comforted him, the pain was physical, the comfort emotional. "He moved on to me. And it didn't stop until he turned traitor and left he Seireitei. The man had unhealthy sexual appetites and got off on causing pain to other people."
Momo's face, healthy since her recovery, turned /pale./ Her eyes turned huge, at what both her brother, and Izuru had endured. Even after Hitsugaya covered himself back up she saw those scars in her mind. "Shirou..." She whimpered, throwing her arms around her brother and crying. "I was so happy for you Shirou, growing up and becoming a father. I'm so sorry, I... you must be so frightened all this happening after he... damnit... I'll /GET/ him for this... my own brother... now I HATE him even more!"
Momo snuggled against Hitsugaya, crying uncontrollably. But unlike her previously shattered mental state, Momo's tears this time were of a far saner sort. Hitsugaya blushed, as he realized that in his new body he was actually taller than his older sister. Then suddenly she turned from him and then ran over to hug Izuru. "Izuru, are you okay? Are you /truely/ okay with what's going on? You too..." She hiccuped. "Hitsugaya-taichou?"
"Thats the first time you... called me that."
"Well I can't call you Little Shirou now that you aren't little." Momo pointed out, hiccuping slightly. "Are you boys okay? The both of you."
"You can call me Shirou, just not "Little shirou" or "Shirou-chan."" Hitsugaya replied. "I... I wish I was better. In some ways I feel violated all over again... but... I can handle it. As long as I have Shinji to help me when I feel depressed."
"Me too." Izuru said quietly. "Since Shuhei and I got together, life has been... beautiful..." Izuru said, hugging Momo close. "I just... when I found out Gin had done it to Hitsugaya-taichou as well, I couldn't keep closeted about it anymore. Not when I found out he'd hurt someone else."
"I understand." Momo said quietly, still crying. "I'll help take care of you both, if you need a hand with the kids, just call." She said quietly. "I have to think about this Shirou, Izuru, can I have some time to myself? I was up all last night with paperwork."
"Sure."
Night time in the Seireitei, Ichigo was snuggled against Byakuya when a shadow appeared outside their window. It was an arrancar, with purple wavy hair, and a mask consisting of glasses and the Astrological sign for Mercury pinned in it. He was in his ressurecion form, with wings of bone coming out of his ankles, wrists, back and head. He carried a spear with two snakes made of bone twining around it and two spindly wings on the end.
"Morpheus, bringer of dreams, bring not dreams but Nightmares." Warren whispered outside the door. He'd been given a list of targets, as well as how to find them by their spiritual pressures.
A long, delicate tendril of black energy snaked through the window, in fact, it did take the form of a snake. The snake slithered towards the bed, wrapping itself around Ichigo's neck before slithering to his forehead and disappearing between his eyes.
Warren didn't stick around to see the results of his handiwork, instead making his way to the fourth division where Izuru was asleep with Shuhei. However, on his way he passed Unohana's office and found the medic asleep on a couch in it.
"She's sleeping on a Shrink's couch, well, okay, lets give her some dreams for a shrink to think about." Warren released another small black snake before continuing to Izuru's room and releasing another. "Nobody in the Seireitei is going to get any sleep tonight." He floated off, like some skeletal Hermes, until he found Hitsugaya and Shinji, asleep in his quarters in the tenth. "Heh, from Gin, with love." Warren snickered wickedly as he sent the snake into their room.
His last stop was the first, this one was pushing it. "Negacion Veil..." Warren managed to sneak over to Commander Yamamoto's quarters, he kept hidden beneath the windowsill, a light, delicate Negacion barrier appeared over his head and neck. The delicate barrier, almost a gossamer sheer of energy, suppressed his spiritual pressure so that it was almost completely invisible.
The snake wound its way up over the sill, into the room. Warren didn't even wait for it to connect. He fled. The commander was not someone he wanted to fight, or catch in a bad mood after casting a psionic nightmare spell on him.
The /eruption/ of Spiritual Pressure he felt back at the Commander's quarters, the /rush/ of flames, consuming the building and the angry /roar/ accelerated his flight into full out /sonido./ The Commander was /angry/. The eruption of Rage he felt far below him was so frightening, Warren didn't stop running until he was in the Rukongai, then fleeing through the garganta that had been opened for him there.
And his fear, his terror, didn't subside until he staggered back into Aizen's empty throne room.