Consequences

Shuuhei didn't even wait to get to their shared quarters to start undressing Ichigo. As they ran he undid the tie at Ichigo's waist and kissed at his chest. Ichigo leaned back into Shuuhei's arms with his eyes closed, enjoying the contrast of the cool wind washing over his half bared body and Shuuhei warm lips.

"How can you run without even looking where you're going?" Ichigo asked.

"Mmm."

Ichigo laughed at Shuuhei's response (or lack of one).

Shuuhei was fiddling with the ties of Ichigo's hakama now.

"Can't you at least wait until we get behind a door?" Ichigo teased.

"Mmm," Shuuhei responded again.

"I'm glad you're so good at multi…ahhhh," Shuuhei's hand was kneading at his ass, interrupting his thoughts.

Ichigo had almost forgotten how good it felt to actually be touched.

"You know," he said huskily into Shuuhei ears, "I didn't even have my hands free the whole time I was gone. I haven't even been able to touch myself. I'm just dying for you."

Shuuhei was beginning to wonder if he should just break into a storage closet or something because the temptation to rip off the remaining parts of Ichigo's clothing was beginning to get too much for him to handle. He supposed he should just be happy that he had managed to not accidentally flash step them into a wall and had managed to mostly avoid passing by too many people, although he had seen at least one familiar face. He was bound to get some good natured ribbing from Rangiku when she next saw him.

Finally they were at the door, and Shuuhei began to curse the fact that he fastidiously locked the door every time he left. It wasn't likely that anyone was ever going to break in, and all it did was cost him more precious seconds as he fumbled through his key ring.

Ichigo was going to tease him about it but saw a perfect opportunity to get him back, launching a passionate attack on Shuuhei's neck, making sure to hit the areas he knew were the most sensitive. He was satisfied with the growling noise that Shuuhei made as he laid kiss upon kiss along his neck and behind his ears.

Shuuhei managed to get the door open, and made short work of the rest of Ichigo's clothes.

"Door closed!" Ichigo ordered, pointing to the open door.

Shuuhei groaned and set Ichigo down, closing the door. Ichigo shuddered when Shuuhei turned to face him, raw hunger in his eyes.

"Um, remember that I'm just healed!" Ichigo warned.

"You're fine, Orihime fixed you up completely," Shuuhei replied. "As long as you're not using any spiritual pressure, you should be fine." He paused. "Why?" he asked with a wolf's grin. "You scared?"

Ichigo smiled at the thought, distracted just long enough for Shuuhei to very quickly remove his own clothes. Ichigo stared at the man in front of him, ogling Shuuhei's naked body. He could feel the heat in his face and a slight ringing in his ears as his blood pressure rose quickly. He had almost forgotten how Shuuhei's body could effect him, how his touch could drive him crazy. Shuuhei was watching him intently, his dark gray eyes glowing like coals.

Shuuhei was enjoying seeing Ichigo's body flush, the red spreading across his checks and down his neck to his chest. Ichigo's brown eyes were wide, looking lighter than usual in the filtered light coming through the windows.

Ichigo took a step forward, running his hand along the back of Shuuhei's neck, down to his chest, across his stomach and hips. Shuuhei allowed himself to be touched, just watching the reaction on Ichigo's face and enjoying the sensation, feeling the throbbing as his blood pulsed and roared through his body. He gasped when Ichigo placed his hand at the base of his penis and moaned loudly when Ichigo gave it a light stroke.

Ichigo's control broke at that. Moving quickly enough to surprise Shuuhei, he fell to his knees and took Shuuhei into his mouth.

"Fuck," Shuuhei said at the unexpected sudden warmth and wetness of Ichigo's mouth, the thrilling feeling of Ichigo's tongue wrapped around his length. He only let it go for a couple of moments before pulling Ichigo up though. As much as he was enjoying him, he wanted full body contact, to feel Ichigo writhing underneath him.

Ichigo's eyes were slightly glazed now. He allowed Shuuhei to pull of his remaining clothes and lead him to the bedroom. He eagerly sunk into the mattress, pulling Shuuhei with him. The two kissed and rubbed on each other with frantic pacing. Shuuhei temporarily lost sight of his plan the second his skin hit Ichigo's hot body, the two just rutting on each other. He forced himself to stop, gasping for air. Ichigo looked up at him, arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders.

"Just…don't even wait," Ichigo urged him.

Shuuhei was damned it he was going to do that. He had plans for Ichigo and he didn't want Ichigo to be too damaged and not be up for anything else.

Ichigo groaned at the delay, although he eagerly pushed himself on Shuuhei's spreading fingers. His body had gotten unused to it, but he didn't care, he wanted every sensation that Shuuhei could offer him.

Shuuhei was trying to pace himself, but Ichigo's enthusiasm and his own desire to finally be buried in his lover combated with his wanting to make sure that Ichigo was fully prepared. He managed to put in the minimal amount of effort before the sounds that Ichigo was making pushed him over the edge. Ichigo knew of course what he was doing to Shuuhei. He could see it on his lover's face and knew from the past that his being vocal always did Shuuhei in. Ichigo didn't even wait for Shuuhei he just saw the look in Shuuhei's face and knew that he had pushed him hard enough. He flipped over, knowing that Shuuhei wouldn't be able to resist. He was right.

Shuuhei didn't bother trying to stop himself, pushing deep into Ichigo with one thrust. Ichigo shuddered beneath him. He waited laying on Ichigo's back, his arms wrapped around him in a tight embrace as he waited for Ichigo to adjust to him.

"Ichigo," he said. "Ichigo, I've missed you so much."

"…Shuuhei," Ichigo said quietly.

They waited for a couple of moments in silence, just enjoying the closeness, enjoying the strain that they were both feeling. Shuuhei wanted to draw it out longer but Ichigo began to move below him, pushing backward into him. He couldn't take it and began to move as well, forcefully moving with a purpose. The two found their rhythm quickly, long time lovers even if they had been separated for awhile. They knew each other bodies and played to each other's passions. Ichigo was as loud as possible, knowing how much enjoyment Shuuhei got hearing Ichigo call out his name in lust, and Shuuhei held Ichigo as close as possible as they moved knowing how Ichigo enjoyed being cuddled, how he always wanted to have as much connection between the two as possible.

They moved together closer towards their peak, Shuuhei feeling Ichigo begin to stiffen underneath him.

"Shuuhei!" Ichigo called out.

"It's ok, Ichigo," Shuuhei assured him through clenched teeth, encouraging him to come. He was close himself and he knew that Ichigo's orgasm would soon take him with him.

Ichigo felt like his chest was exploding, like he couldn't breath. He shot out powerfully, crying out slightly as he came. He could feel Shuuhei still moving, gasping. Then a couple of moments later, while he was still riding out his high, Shuuhei called out his name one last time before coming on his own.

He felt Shuuhei slightly slumped over on him, breathing deeply.

"God I love you, Ichigo," Shuuhei said into Ichigo's ear.

Ichigo could hear those words ten thousand times and not get tired of them.

The two separated and briefly cleaned up a little before collapsing into each other arms in a deep sleep, legs intertwined.

Grimmjow knew he was in trouble the second the shinigami entered the room. If the clinical once over wasn't enough to put him on guard, the heavy stench of chemicals and poisons wafting off the man would have been enough. Grimmjow's sensitive nose recoiled at the smell of old blood on the man. Usually it would be enough to excite him a little, letting him know that there was a fellow warrior coming towards him, but he knew that it was most likely the blood of the tortured, and there was nothing fearsome in that. There was something to be feared in that, if one was the type to be scared of things, but there was no honorable battle gleam in this man's eyes. No, he was looking at Grimmjow exactly like Szayel used to, like he was looking at an interesting specimen, at a subject not a person.

"What the fuck do you want?" Grimmjow growled at the shinigami.

"Is that any way to speak to your new master?" the shinigami said. "I am Mayuri Kurotsuchi, Captain of Squad 12 and Head of the Department of Research and Development."

"Uh huh," Grimmjow said, unimpressed. He scratched at his balls and yawned. "So can you get out of here? I'm kinda of tired."

"Oh no, you're coming with me, Espada," Captain Kurotsuchi said. "Nemu, you slovenly creature, get over here!" he yelled.

"Yes, master?" she responded, having been next to him the entire time.

"Collect this arrancar and bring him…"

"I don't think so," a deep voice said from behind them both. They turned.

"Captain Zaraki, this has nothing to do with you," Mayuri eyeballed him.

"Oh yeah it does," Kenpachi assured him. "You see, he's the last one. The only espada that I haven't fought and that is still alive. You ain't doing shit to him."

"Head Captain Yamamoto has given him to the Department of Research and Development for research and debriefing," Mayuri said with anger in his voice.

"Hi!" a small voice said next to Grimmjow. He looked down to see a little girl with bright pink hair waving up at him.

"Uh, hey," he responded, slightly confused.

"Kenny wants to fight you. I hope you want to fight him! He beat the really big espada but he's kinda pissed off because Kuchi-ku didn't let him fight by himself," Yachiru explained.

"Oh yeah? Yammy?" Grimmjow asked.

Yachiru nodded. "Yeah, that was his name. He got really big!"

"Huh, he beat him huh?" Grimmjow rubbed at his chin, looking over at the big figure in his doorway.

"My name is Yachiru!"

Grimmjow didn't respond, just grunted.

"So, do you wanna fight Kenny?" she asked.

To be honest, Grimmjow was feeling pissed off about a bunch of things, and he hadn't had a decent fight in forever. If this guy really had taken out Yammy…

"Yeah, I'd fight him," Grimmjow said.

"Good! Then we just have to figure out how to get you out of here!" Yachiru said happily.

"Child, he is not yours to do with as you wish!" Mayuri said, turning towards her.

"You're not gonna get him!" Yachiru argued. "If you do you'll just mess him up and he won't be able to fight as good! So hands off!"

"I couldn't have said it better myself," Kenpachi said with a wide grin.

"Too bad, because it has already been decided," Mayuri insisted.

"I don't think you're getting the whole picture. You're not getting him. I'm not letting you get him," Kenpachi growled. "If you have a problem with that, I'd be happy to set you straight," he added meaningfully.

"You brute, are you actually challenging me to a fight?" Mayuri asked, enraged.

"Well…yeah," Kenpachi grinned. "What'a'bout it?"

"Absolutely not!" Mayuri said.

"Well then, you don't get him, do you?" Kenpachi replied.

Mayuri was bristling. How dare this overgrown manchild force him to abandon his prize? He was sure that Head Captain Yamamoto would sort things out, but the delay was annoying.

"Fine," he said finally. "Nemu, come, we are going."

He paused at the door.

"Don't think that we won't be back for him though, Captain Zaraki," Mayuri said. "And don't think that you can just let him loose and play with him without authorization. He's not going to be much fun for you if you can't get his spiritual compression cuffs off."

Kenpachi waved him off like he would a fly fluttering around in the air.

"He's right though, Kenny," Yachiru said seriously once the Kurotsuchis had left the room.

"Ah, we'll figure it out," Kenpachi shrugged the problem off.

"I might have a solution for you," came a voice from the hall. Kisuke walked in. "If you're willing to listen," he continued.

"You got a plan?" Yachiru asked.

"I'll need everyone's cooperation though. That includes you, Espada," Kisuke said.

"I guess that depends," Grimmjow replied.

"Same here, but I'm willing to listen," Kenpachi replied.

"What? This is outrageous!" Captain Kurotsuchi said as he read over the documents.

"I don't know, everything seems to be in order," Kisuke responded.

"It had to be you!" Mayuri pointed an accusing finger.

"Oh no! Don't blame me for something I'm totally claiming as my own! Whatever would I do if I incurred your wrath?" Kisuke replied with a smile.

"I hate you so much it's not even funny anymore," Mayuri breathed angrily.

"Well, I still find it funny," Kisuke admitted.

"You do know that I'll be taking this up with the head captain, don't you?"

"Of course. In fact, I think you might find someone already waiting there for you," Kisuke grinned.

"That bastard of a demon…" Mayuri groaned. "I'll kill him!"

"I think he'd enjoy you trying."

"You what?" Shuuhei was wide awake now.

"I promised him I wouldn't let him die," Ichigo repeated.

"I…understand…but still…What will you do if they do condemn him to death?" Shuuhei asked.

"Same as with Rukia, I won't let it happen," Ichigo said seriously.

Shuuhei was quiet for a long time.

"I'm not going to be apart from you again if I can help it," Shuuhei said. "I won't let you run away without me."

"What?" It was Ichigo's turn to be surprised. "You don't even like him."

"So what? I wouldn't do anything for him, but I would do anything for you."

Ichigo snuggled up against Shuuhei. "You don't have to. I'd rather have you here and know that you were safe."

"Too bad," Shuuhei said. He paused. "BUT don't think that means I'm going to just go along with whatever harebrained idea you come up with. We'll try everything legally we can first, ok? You try everything I say, and then if it fails we'll go with your "attack everyone and hope it works out" plan, ok?"

"Of course."