Disclaimer: Well, it appears it's time for another chapter of Secrets! I was going to make an Urahara-Ichigo chapter, but I got a request to do a Byakuya-Ichigo, and since I love that couple, I decided it got first priority. So, you guys are lucky! Then again, if you don't like Bya-Ichi, you can just go ahead and skip this chapter, and wait for the next. Oh, and by the way: Each of these chapters stands on their own; meaning, that there's no set storyline to them. You can read them independantly, which is the way I wanted. Well, except every chapter has the main problem as to why they meet Ichigo involving rise in Hollow activity. That will be leading up to the chapter I do with Grimm-Ichi, so don't worry if the idea's recurring.

Warnings: The same as the last chapter, obviously. Intense yaoi situations, although there is actually plots to these chapters, or so it owuld seem. If you can't stand hot yaoi lemons, then this story isn't for you; that's why there's a back button. Also, this chapter is set pretty much a few weeks after Ichigo first got his Shinigami powers; he hasn't met any of the Captains from the Seiretei.

Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to medicinalsushi23, because it was at their request that I wrote this.

Secrets

The Familiar Stranger

In the Seiretei:

Clack! Clack! Clack! Clack!

The ominous sound, for once, wasn't signaling intruders. Instead, it was calling a meeting for all captains of the Gotei 13. Byakuya Kuchiki looked up from his papers, resisting the urge to sigh at having to attend another pointless meeting.

"Taichou, I'll finish up here for you."

Byakuya turned at the voice, noting his fukutaichou, Renji Abarai, sitting at the extra desk in his office, pouring over his own papers. He was a good fukotaichou, if a little reckless and somewhat lacking in manners. He would never say it, but Byakuya was actually proud to have such a hard-working Shinigami as his subordinate.

"Yes, that will work fine. Once you're finished, you may have the rest of the afternoon off. Just make sure I don't catch you with your hands in a bottle of sake again, Abarai." Byakuya commanded, his gray eyes cool as he watched Renji, who gulped.

"Of course, taichou. I wouldn't dream of it. Did you want me to clean up the office while you're away?" Renji asked, shuffling his papers.

"Leave it. Keep your Soul Phone on all day, as well; I might need you after the meeting."

Renji nodded and watched his taichou leave, absentmindedly noting the grace with which he walked. Woah, don't go there! Just finish up these papers! He shook his full head of red hair, scrunching up his face in disgust. His taichou would laugh if he caught him thinking that!

Byakuya glanced at the other captains as he entered Captain-General Yamamoto's large offices, resisting the urge to sneer as Captain Kenpachi Zaraki scoffed at him for being the last in. He merely turned his head; the huge, reckless captain was of no concern of his. His long black hair, some bangs tied up with a white contraption, swished with the head movement, framing his pale face. He went to stand in at the end of the line on the left, next to Soi Fon. She glared at him, moving a little away so she wasn't standing to close to him. He shared those sentiments exactly; he despised her for the whore she was.

"Everyone, I've called you here for a few reasons. As soon as you've calmed down, I shall tell you those reasons." Yamamoto's old, frail voice sounded throughout the whole room; his voice belied his true power. Everyone quieted their chatter instantly, and turned to look at him. "Good. Now, all of you have felt the recent rise in Hollow activity in the human world, correct? Well, I want some of you to investigate. I'm sending Kuchiki Byakuya, along with his fukutaichou Abarai Renji, and Madarame Ikkaku, along with his fellow 11th member Yumichika, to the human world to do so."

"Wait! Why are my fukutaichou going and not me?!" Kenpachi growled, seemingly uncaring that he'd just interrupted the Captain-General.

"You're not going because you haven't dealt with the renegade Shinigami that already inhabits the place where I'm sending them. Both Ikkaku and Yumichika have dealt with him. They will be under Kuchiki-san's rule while in the human world; you don't need to worry about them." Yamamoto turned his stern gaze on Kenpachi, who didn't cower in fear, but rather backed down because he didn't want to deal with an arguement.

"Fine. Kuchiki, you better not make my men do anything stupid, and you better let them fight!"

Byakuya just shook his head and turned to leave; apparently the meeting was over. Therefore, he had no reason to be here any longer. He ignored the taunts from the 11th captain, and the grumbles from the rest of the Gotei 13. Instead, he took out his locator, and found Renji to be near the training grounds. Time to inform him of their new job.

In the Human World:

Ichigo Kurosaki grumbled low in his throat as he washed out the stain he'd gotten on his new white shirt at breakfast; he couldn't believe this! It just wasn't his day today! First, he'd fallen out of his bed this morning when a shout from his father, Isshin Kurosaki, nearly shaved 10 years off his life. As if that wasn't bad enough, Karin had left her soccer ball in the middle of the hall, and he'd tripped down the stairs and injured his ribs, most likely just bruising them, but that was bad enough. Now he had a stain to deal with!

"If you want, Ichigo, I can get that out for you, so you can go out with your friends." The soft voice of Yuzu came from behind him, and he turned with a grateful smile.

"You'd do that, Yuzu? Thanks." He smiled, handing her the shirt.

"No problem. Oh, are you leaving now? Shouldn't you put on a shirt?" She asked, a little confused.

He glanced down at himself, before shrugging. "Nah, I think I'll just go take a nap. I'm a little tired." She smiled at him and nodded, and he carefully made his way upstairs. Once he was in his room, he laid down on his back on his bed, and used the Soul Glove to remove his soul from his body. He stepped away from it, standing in his Shihakushou with Zangetsu, his abnormal Zanpaku-to at his back. "I'll take a walk. My body can have the nap."

He jumped out of his always-open window, smirking a little as he made the two-story height with no problem. When he wasn't in his body, his side didn't hurt as much. Rolling his shoulder, he decided to Shunpo his way to Kisuke Urahara's, feeling that he need to train while he was a Shinigami.

"So you will allow us to stay here for the duration of our stay?" Byakuya asked the odd man in the black and green kimono, already despising that green and tan striped hat. He'd never like Urahara Kisuke, even when he hadn't been exhiled from the Seiretei. And something told him that Urahara knew that.

"Of course, Kuchiki-san. Anything for a captain. Just to warn you, though, it isn't always quiet here at the Urahara Shop." Urahara grinned, pulling his hat down to cover his sparkling eyes.

"What do you mean?" Byakuya asked, but he never recieved an answer for something suddenly blew past him, only to stop directly in front of Urahara, just a few inches from his body. Byakuya stared at the form that took place, starting at the bright orange hair and traveling down the deceptive black Shihakushou that obviously hid a muscled body. After all, no lean person could lift such a large Zanpaku-to. It wasn't possibly.

Then the stranger turned, and he got a good look at those large, expressive brown eyes set in a nicely colored face. The teenager, a boy really, gave him a short look, then turned away and didn't look back.

"Well, Ichigo, it appears you've mastered the Shunpo technique! Tell me, did you learn it on your own, or did someone tell you about it?" Urahara asked, grinning now as he looked the boy up and down as well.

The boy, Ichigo apparently, scoffed at the shopowner, scratching his head and messing up his already messy bright hair. "On my own, obviously. Well, okay, partially. I actually asked Zangestu if there was a way to get somewhere faster, and he told me about it. Although, I mastered it on my own." His voice was a little rough, as if he spent quite a bit of time shouting at others, but at the moment he was speaking calmly.

"Ah, I see. Well, are you going to be joining us for some lunch? I've had Tessai make up a wonderful feast of food! And besides, it'll be a great opportunity to catch up with your friends!"

Ichigo turned again, this time catching sight of the bald Ikkaku and the odd, beautiful-obsessed Yumichika. "Oh, hey, guys. Guess I didn't even notice you there. What're you doing in the human world? I thought you got in trouble?"

Ikkaku grinned. "As if. Kenpachi would never punish us for something so insignificant as having a couple humans finding out our existance. Yer so stupid, Ichigo."

"Hey!" Ichigo growled, turning around fully as he reached out a hand to grab Ikkaku's Shihakushou. The uniform was deceptive; Byakuya caught a glimpse of a lightly muscled, somewhat tan arm beneath the cloth. His perception had been wrong; hm. "Don't call me stupid, you freak! At least I wasn't stupid enough to get caught!"

"What! I only got caught because you were having trouble with a weak Hollow!" Ikkaku growled right back, wrapping an arm around Ichigo's throat.

"I was having trouble because I'd just fought a Vastos Lordes and used up all my energy! You still had energy because you were too wimpy to fight it with me!"

Ikkaku was about to retort, when suddenly Yumichika stepped between them, drawing them apart. "Calm down, you two; fighting is so not beautiful. That was in the past, so just stop thinking about it now. Besides, I know you're hungry, Ikkaku, and Urahara-san said there's food. So let's go get it."

Ikkaku grunted but let him go; Ichigo did the same. "That's right; just make your way through the door. Ururu and Jinta will take you to the food." The two fukutaichou nodded and took their leave, leaving just Byakuya, the shopowner, Renji, and Ichigo in the place in front of the shop.

"Oh, that reminds me. Urahara, I wanted to know if I could use your basement to train." Ichigo asked, putting a hand up to his suddenly pounding head.

Urahara watched him for a moment, before lifting his cane, which was really his Zanpaku-to Benihime, to tap Ichigo on the forehead with it. "I don't think it'd be a good idea for you to train right now, Ichigo. And don't bother asking why not. You obviously still haven't healed from the wound that Vastos Lordes gave you, so just go in, eat, and rest. I'll phone Isshin and inform him that you'll be staying here with me. No complaints; go." His voice booked no room for arguement.

Ichigo sighed and made his way into the house, following the trail of Riatsu from the two fukutaichou. Byakuya, still standing outside, was in shock from seeing such a boy. Never before had he felt such an intense feeling of...something overcoming him when he stared at another person, and now all he wanted to do was grab Ichigo and pin him to the floor and ravish him, right there. Or rather, take him some place far away and fuck him, well into the night.

Byakuya flinched, a little disgusted with his own thoughts. He'd just met the kid, for gosh sakes! And he was a boy! Although, it didn't feel like he'd just met him. It felt like he'd been reunited with someone he'd known long ago, but it was so long that he couldn't quite remember what that person looked like. Well, he uspposed the only thing to do would be to put it out of his mind. That's right; he had absolutely no reason to want to fuck a boy, a MALE, through the floor, and one he'd just met. No reason at all.

"Yo, Ichi! You eatin' with us, or what?" Ikkaku called, just noticing that Ichigo was leaning against the sliding door, his arms crossed and his eyes closed. It looked like he was sleeping standing up, but...

"Huh? Oh, yeah." Ichigo yawned and straightened, seating himself in between Ikkaku and Yumichika.

"You don't look like your usual beautiful self at all, Ichigo. Are you feeling alright?" Yumichika asked, putting a hand on Ichigo's bony shoulder.

"Nah, I'm just tired. Hey, is that rice pudding? Did Ururu make it, or Tessai?" He wondered, peering into an unmarked bowl.

"I did. Here, Ichigo, Mr. Urahara asked that I make this special tea for you. He insists you drink it all." Tessai suddenly appeared in the room, holding a tall tea cup with a murky brown substance in it. It certainly didn't look good, although it smelled like green tea.

Ichigo didn't want to drink it but, remembering the last time he'd refused, he shuddered and took the cup, plugging his nose and downing it in one gulp. He still tasted it, somewhat, but not enough to make him want to hurl. Gah, it was still nasty. "So, Ikkaku, who were those two guys that came with you? That one wasn't a normal shinigami, was he? He wore a different Shihakushou." He asked, takign a cup of the rice pudding that looked really good.

"Oh, I guess you wouldn't know them; they haven't been to the human world in decades. The redhead, the one with really long hair pulled back and the weird tattoos? That was the fukutaichou of the 6th division Renji Abarai. The man in the white coat over the normal Shihakushou was Byakuya Kuckiki-taichou of the 6th division. They got assigned here with us." Ikkaku picked up an onigiri, biting into it hesitantly before stuffing the whole thing in his mouth.

"Oh. He must be important, then. Save me an onigiri, will ya, Yumichika? I'm gonna go nap." Ichigo set down his half-eaten bowl of rice pudding and skipped out.

"He really didn't look beautiful, Ikkaku. Did you feel how low his Riatsu is getting? There must be something going on if it's that low." Yumichika commented, taking a dainty bite of his own onigiri.

"Whatever. As long as it doesn't get so low that it kills him, we don't have to worry. And by "we don't have to worry" I mean that I don't have to care about what happens to him."

Yumichika glared at his best friend and fellow fighter, before shrugging. He was right, so he guessed it didn't really matter.

Ichigo's Inner World:

"Great. Why am I here again?" Ichigo wondered, noticing he was once again situated Indian style on the side of a warped building. It wasn't raining, thankfully, although the sky was a dark blue accented by dark purple. Talk about weird.

"I brought you here. We have things to discuss." The deep voice came from his left; Ichigo turned his head, and saw the human form of his Zanpaku-to, Zangetsu, standing in his oddly-moving brown cloak. His long brown hair moved in a non-existant wind, and dark shades covered eyes Ichigo had never seen before.

Ichigo gave him a look, before standing up on the side of the building. He'd learned weeks ago not to be afraid of falling off these buildings. "Alight; what'd you want to discuss?" He asked, watching Zangetsu step off "his" pole.

"Follow me. I'll take you to the surface."

"Surface? It's not like we're underwater." The orange-haired kid shook his head, but followed Zangetsu as he began to walk down the building's side.

"That isn't what I meant, Ichigo. We're going to the surface of your inner world. That would be the lower parts, the streets." He stepped up the pace, and before long they were at the bottom of the building.

Ichigo looked around a little fearfully; he'd never before been down here. The sights surprised him, and shocked him. This was REALLY weird! There were actually people walking around on the streets! Only, the people had no faces; they looked like the faceless angels sold in stores. They floated, too, and wore robes and kimonos. There were streetlights that flickered ocassionally, but that was all. There were no doors into the buildings, and no people selling things at the booths on the sides of the streets. The people didn't even pause as they passed by them; they just continued on their way, ignoring them, back and forth, up and down the streets.

"Who're all these people?" Ichigo asked, hurrying to catch up to his Zanpaku-to.

"They aren't really people, Ichigo. They're just embodiments of the different facets of your personality. Pay them no mind."

Ichigo shrugged. As long as they weren't Hollows, or trying to attack him.

Byakuya let himself into the cool room not long after midnight, his gray eyes finding the only other occupant of the room. Ichigo Kurosaki, laying in an almost comatose-like state upon the futon. He was covered in a blanket, with a bowl of cold water and a washcloth laying next to his head.

Byakuya sighed in audibly; what was he doing here again? Oh, that's right; he ws actually worried about the kid. He still hadn't figured what was it about the teenager that made him react so strongly to him, but he didn't like it that much. Of course, that was his noble side that didn't like it. The man in him, the man he'd refused to allow out into the open because of his noble side, loved it, and that was what brought him here, to this room.

He rubbed his eyes tiredly and knelt at Ichigo's head, dipping the washcloth in the water and laying it on his forehead. He wasn't feverish; Byakuya just thought it'd probably feel good, even in his sleep.

Ichigo murmered in his sleep and shifted, turning his head a little more towards Byakuya's knee. The taichou's eyes widened at what slipped past the teen's lips.

"Byakuya...Mmm..."

Just what the hell was the kid dreaming about, to say his name in a husky voice, and let out what sounded like a groan?!

"What is this place?" Ichigo asked, glancing around the glowing glade that, surprisingly, was the inside of one of the buildings. It was covered in grass and flowers, with glowing fireflies, and odd, different-colored mushrooms that rose to almost knee-height. What such a place was doing inside a building he didn't know.

"It's the best place where you can access memories of your past lives. Your Riatsu is strongest here; the spores rising from the plants are actually the Riatsu in your body." Zangetsu replied, waving his hand. At once, a small portal appeared, within which Ichigo could see a body moving around. "Now, you must listen. I'm sure you've noticed that your body can no longer regulate your Riatsu, and I cannot help with that. The reason for that should become clear in this vision, as will the solution to your problem. Watch."

Ichigo shrugged and turned to the portal, keeping his eyes open even as they burned in the unnatural light. He was unprepared for what lay within.

In the Portal:

There was a person standing over a bed. He looked just like Ichigo, only his hair was slightly longer, a little darker, and was more tan than he was now. He was wearing his Shihakushou, although over it was a tattered white robe, the robe of a taichou. He was a little taller, too, and his trusty Zanpaku-to Zangestu wasn't on his back.

The vision shifted, and Ichigo got a look at what was on the bed. Or rather, who was on the bed. It was Byakuya, looking just like he did now, only his hair fell only to his shoulders, and he didn't wear those white things in it. He also didn't have a taichou robe.

The vision-Ichigo knelt on the bed, a hand running over the vision-Byakuya's chest. The man shifted with a sigh, his head turning towards Ichi. The Ichi smiled a little, and moved his hand so that it slid inside the black robe, causing the Byakuya in the vision to arch a little into the touch.

"Heh. See, Kuya, your body knows me, and accepts me. I'll get you to accept me too, no matter what." Ichi bent and pressed a chaste kiss to Kuya's lips, before rising up and leaving the man suposedly sleeping on the futon.

When he was gone, Kuya lifted a hand to his face and wiped away the sweat. "Dammit." He cursed, a fisted hand banging against the bed.

The vision shifted then. This time is showed Ichi and Kuya battling it out, both with their taichou robes on. Ichi still wasn't using Zangetsu; he was using a nameless Zanpaku-to that Ichigo had never seen before. It was obvious that this was in the past; both only looked to be either 19 or 20.

"Stop fighting already, Kuya! You know you can't beat me! Just accept what's between us!" Ichi shouted, using his Zanpaku-to to shove Kuya back.

"I will not! I can't believe you're even thinking of a relationship between you and me! You're a noble, a powerful taichou Shinigami who has a whole future ahead of him! I'm just a lowly Shinigami who rose in the ranks to become a taichou. That's all I'll ever be. You belong with someone of your stature, not someone like me!" Kuya shot back, twisting to the left to escape the thrust.

"Oh, stop shooting your mouth off! You know I don't care about all that! The only thing I care about is you!" With a lunge, Ichi threw both his Zanpaku-to and Kuya's off into the distance, before shoving Kuya to the ground. "Stop denying me. I want you, only you, and damn anyone who tries to stop me from claiming you! So stop fighting me!"

His powerful Riatsu circled them, and Kuya shuddered unwittingly. It was like a caress on his skin, and he hissed. He was sick of fighting anyway, sick of fighting the attraction between them. Fine; he'd give in, and accept it. He leaned upward the few inches seperating him and Ichi, and pressed his lips softly to his soon-to-be lover's. They were chapped, a little rough, and somewhat wet. They tasted amazing to him.

He pressed closer, wrapping his arms around Ichi's neck as he began to devour that hot little cavern, letting out little sighs and gasps of pleasure as he drank from Ichi. His hips pressed against the orange-haired man's, eliciting soft groans from both of them.

"Yes. That's it; move with me now." Ichi commanded, pressing down a little harshly.

Kuya gave a little cry of pleasure, his head banging back against the ground as his hips lifted and fell of their own accord. This felt way better than he'd thought it would! He began to move faster, feeling a coil in his center tightening dangerously. He was close, so close!

Ichi suddenly lifted off of him, making him whine in disappointment. Ichi smirked, before leaning down and engulfing Kuya's member, right through the fabric of his robe. Kuya let out a loud shout, arching up and trying to get more of that feeling. Ichi was just beginning to remove both of their robes when the vision shifted again.

This time Ichi was collapsed on the ground, covered in dark blood. Kuya was holding him close, tears streaming down his face as he stared down at Ichi. His voice was hoarse when he spoke.

"Don't leave me, koisshi. You promised we'd be together, forever! Why are you allowing yourself to die now?!" Kuya begged, bending his head to bite harshly at Ichi's neck; he gave a hiss of pain and pleasure.

"I-I'm sorry, koi. I know I promised, but...!" Ichi paused to cough, blood spilling from his mouth. He waited until the coughing fit passed to speak once more. "I can't help it. Aizen stole all of my Riatsu; it's inevitable that I die." Kuya let out a sob of protest, but quieted when Ichi laid a calloused hand against his cheek. "Calm down. It's time for me; you have to accept that. But, there's something I want before I leave you."

"Anything. Anything you want, it's yours." Kuya whispered, lifting his head until he was a breath away from Ichi's lips.

Ichi smiled through his own tears and blood. "I want to merge with you. I want us to share our Riatsu, so that even after I'm gone, I'll still be with you."

Kuya nodded instantly; he couldn't think of a better thing to do. Almost simultaneously, the two leaned into each other, and through their bittersweet kiss, exchanged their Riatsu until the two merged into one thick strand that would bind the two together, even after death.

And once it was through, Ichi closed his eyes, and allowed himself to float away into the endless sleep called death. And Kuya mourned the loss of his only love.

Outside the Portal:

Ichigo shook his head and wiped his own tears away, feeling as if he was the one who just lost his lover, not the image-Byakuya. He'd never felt such love, such grief as was in that vision. He jumped when he heard Zangetsu's voice; he'd forgotten he wasn't alone.

"Do you understand what you must do now, Ichigo? What you must do to save your life?" The embodiment of his Zanpaku-to asked, materializing by his side.

Ichigo nodded his head, still wiping away the ever-flowing tears. "Yes. I have to find Byakuya again, and renew the bond, don't I?" He didn't add that doing so would force them together for the rest of their lifetime, because that was already known.

"Yes. It is not creating a bond, for you did that centuries ago; this is like repainting a house. It will heal you, and make sure you don't die from low Riatsu, which is what you'll do if you don't bond within the next week."

Ichigo nodded and wiped his eyes one last time, keeping them closed. It was time to wake up.

Byakuya jerked awake at a sound from the boy, noticing that he'd somehow fallen asleep with his head on the teen's chest. He immediately sat upright, blinking when Ichigo's warm brown eyes met his.

"Kuya..." Something in the way Ichigo breathed a shortened version of his name made Byakuya shiver involuntarily, a long-forgotten memory blazing at the edges of his mind. Yet, it floated away when Ichigo lifted himself up and pressed himself against the taichou, finding his lips almost instantly.

Byakuya froze, then jerked away. "What do you think you're doing, boy?" He tried to ask, but found himself quieted with those same pair of lips, chapped, hard, and slightly wet. So reminiscent of something from his past that he couldn't quite remember.

"Shut up, Kuya. I want to be bonded with you again; I need to be bonded with you again. Don't fight me on this on this again, please." His voice was husky, and he couldn't believe he was begging. But he couldn't help it; he needed this!

Byakuya was going to protest again, but a familiar Riatsu enfolded him, and he immediately gave up the fight. Somehow, he knew he needed this too. So, instead of speaking more, he leaned down and crushed Ichigo's lips with his own, parting them forcefully and inserting his tongue. Ichigo groaned and arched up, pressing himself close as his legs wrapped around Byakuya's hips.

They both hissed in pleasure, and Byakuya lifted his head. "Ichi; I've waited for you." He breathed, his gray eyes warming with love.

Ichigo shivered and nodded. "Kuya, please. Please, make love to me now. I need this!"

Byakuya stared down at the flushed boy, their hips gyrating in slow movements, and a slow grin spread across his face. "Anything for my koishhi." He breathed, bending down once more. Although, this time he went for that arched neck, pressing harsh kisses to the slightly tan skin.

Ichigo groaned, his hands finding that long hair and rubbing its silkiness against his cheek. "Don't make me wait, Kuya. Now; I need you now."

Byakuya groaned and lifted himself up, divesting himself of his robes in a matter of seconds. He did the same with Ichigo's, and lifted those muscled legs up around his shoulders. He went to press his own fingers against his mouth, but was stopped by Ichigo's voice.

"No. I don't need preparation. Now!"

Ichigo took Byakuya's member in his own hand and pressed it against his virgin entrance. He gritted his teeth before pushing it into himself, unable to hold back the moan of pain. But he kept to it, and pushed it all the way in, until he was as filled as he could be. Byakuya groaned and resisted the urge to just thrust wildly; he waited until Ichigo was ready.

Ichigo panted through the pain, and after almost three minutes the pain had dulled to a low burn. He shifted experimentally, and felt that hard cock rub up against something in him that made him stiffen and jerk. Byakuya raised himself up off of Ichigo's neck to scrutinize his face, before smirking and drawing out. Ichigo hissed in slight discomfort, but Byakuya ignored him and thrust back in, fast and hard, hitting that soft spot he'd felt moments ago.

"Ah!" Ichigo shouted, tightening his muscles around Byakuya as the latter repeated the motion. He felt a tear escape his eyes, but it wasn't from pain. The pain had disappeared almost completely, overshadowed by an almost-equally painful pleasure that engulfed his whole body.

Byakuya grunted with each quick thrust he gave, Ichigo's warmth drawing him in until he never wanted to escape. He let one of Ichigo's legs fall to the ground, only to lift his butt up for an even deeper penetration.

Ichigo whined, and Byakuya lifted an eyebrow. His smirk widened, and he thrust as hard as he could into Ichigo's willing body, earning a harsh groan of pleasure. He set up a fast rythm, beginning to piston into the boy, letting out low growls and grunts every now and then.

He preceded to fuck the teenager into oblivion until he was hoarse from crying out, then preceded to fuck him until he was crying out for release. Then he turned him around so that he was on his stomach, and entered him from behind, and fucked him until he couldn't even hold himself up, and was forced to fall on his stomach on the ground, his own straining erection rubbing harshly against the cloth of the futon with every powerful thrust.

The friction and the hard pace was too much for him within minutes. He came in a powerful white blast, his vision going black as he splattered his white seed on the sheets before him. Behind him, he heard Byakuya grunt in surprise as his already tight hole tightened painfully around his aroused flesh, and he felt that burning, creamy seed fill him up completely.

Byakuya collapsed on his back, pushing him down into the futon as he pulled out, hearing Ichigo hiss low in his throat. He looked down, and noticed some of his own seed dripping onto the futon, which caused him to smile.

"Hey, I guess we're finally bonded again, huh?" Ichigo breathed in between quick pants, and Byakuya looked up at his flushed face.

He grinned. "Yeah. It feels kinda nice, too; I can still feel myself in you, even though we're not physically connected."

Ichigo nodded. "Yeah; I can feel you in me. It feels great, and my Riatsu's finally stabilized." He smiled now, a gentle smile. "I told you I'd find you again, Kuya."

Byakuya smiled as well, leaning down for a slow kiss. "Yes, you did. I just didn't expect you to do it this way. Thanks, Ichi."

Well, I hoped you liked it! Kinda funny how their positions were reversed in the past. I'm sorry if it's a little short; forgive me for that! Anyway, please review, and don't forget; I welcome requests!

Ayame