The story about silver and gold

Ichigo slid open the door to his quarters and dumped the caracal onto his futon. Their hair was still damp from their bath and their skin still most given the fact that they hadn't made time for drying properly. What started as a small gentle kiss to Toshiro's head had quickly developed into a yearning for each other, which was a result of them being apart physically for too long.

Toshiro meowed and looked up at Ichigo with pleading turquoise eyes, and Ichigo simply melted at Toshiro's feet before he dropped down on the bed. He purred lovingly as his rough tongue licked Toshiro's delicate feet, his hands brushing the robe further up as he trailed the silvette's slim legs with his wet tongue.

Toshiro purred at the caress, his toes curling into the comforters on the large heightened futon they were laying on his eyes half lidded as the simple caress sent jolts of pleasure through his body. He was craving Ichigo's touch, with all the things that had been going on and the injuries he had gotten they hadn't had the chance to show their passion for such a long time.

Ichigo let his firm hands slide across Toshiro's fine yet scarred skin as he moved his mouth further up, his head delving in beneath the fabric that covered Toshiro's chest with a smirk. Toshiro gasped when that rough tongue found one of his nipples, circling around it before giving it a firm suck making it erect. Ichigo's hands robbed soothing circles on Toshiro's hips as he moved up to seal those soft lips with his own, his tongue digging in deep to explore the warm cave and its paths.

Toshiro played with Ichigo, a battle of love taking place inside his mouth as Ichigo's rough tongue swirled around and caressed his own with such great care. The silver hair moaned into Ichigo's kiss, his hands sneaking up to fist into orange locks forcing the orangette's head closer to deepen the kiss. A growl of lust erupted from Ichigo at his lovers longing actions, and he released the seal on Toshiro's lips with a pop, licking his lips seductively before smirking and repositioning himself.

Turquoise eyes shrank as Ichigo took a firm grip on the base of the caracal's small member and gave it a light testing stroke. The sensitive caracal arched his back with a lustful moan passing through parted lips, and Ichigo purred in approval as he let his tongue caress the tip of his lover's shaft. Ichigo's sinful tongue glided through the slit and traced the fine lines of the small member before he finally engulfed it with his warm mouth, Toshiro mewling softly at the new pleasure that was added.

Ichigo's throat began vibrating as he purred in rhythm with his bobbing, increasing the level of pleasure he provided for the albino. Ichigo smiled when he felt the silvette's muscles tense and he let out a lusty growl when the silver like essence moistened his throat, his senses treasuring the salty taste.

"Mmm….n-ah…Ichigoooo…" Toshiro purred when Ichigo slipped a finger coated in his own pre-cum through Toshiro's throbbing entrance.

Ichigo proceeded to let out small grunts of encouragement as he stretched and prepared the small framed man for the much larger intrusion that would come later. Toshiro's voice produced the most arousing mewls, moans and squeaks as Ichigo worked his insides the right way, soon with three fingers pulsing in and out in wave like motions.

"N-ah…hah…Ichi..Hurry..ah-n…up…" The silver hair pleaded and Ichigo's member throbbed at the incredibly sexy tone Toshiro spoke in.

Ichigo removed his fingers with a pop before moaning and letting his tongue trail a full path of saliva from Toshiro's groan and upwards till his lips was sealed, making it look like he was about to devour the caracal. Ichigo sealed his lover's lips before he positioned his member at the warm and inviting entrance, sliding his shaft in with one elegant and gentle thrust that made the silver hair break the kiss with a loud gasp before his hands clung hard to Ichigo's back leaving marks that would most likely bruise later.

"Mmm..n-ah…Toshi…so…ah-n…tight…" Ichigo groaned as the caracal abused his back.

"Move…baka…n-ah…" Toshiro mused and Ichigo smirked at him seductively before licking his lips.

"Hai,hai…" he moaned before pulling out till only the tip was in, before thrusting back in full force earning a yowl of pleasure and pain from the caracal as he arched his back into the thrust. Ichigo growled in a dominant way before he began a speedy rhythm with firm thrusts building up the pressure in his own and Toshiro's groin gradually.

"Mmmnnn….harder…faster…N-AH!" Toshiro yowled out as Ichigo complied before he finished his sentence, the orangette switching to a ruthless and hard pace making Toshiro ride the thrusts and meet them. Ichigo growled and purred simultaneously as he changed his angle just enough so that he knew he would hit it.

Turquoise eyes shrank and a husky voice yowled out as Toshiro felt his prostate being nailed, and his sharp nails pricked through Ichigo's skin leaving 10 small trails of blood pouring down Ichigo's already flaming and abused back. Ichigo snarled at the pain but it only enticed him to continue as he began ramming the caracal's prostate, turning the albino into a moaning mess. Toshiro was gasping and moaning and tried his best to meet Ichigo's thrusts as he neared his oblivion, his eyes rolling back at the intense pleasure.

"N-ah…Ichigo…I'm gonna… hah…hah…cum…n-ah…" Toshiro groaned and Ichigo rammed into him once more making the caracal fall off of his safe cliff, and he moaned loudly when the silky walls constricted around his pulsing member, pulling his release only seconds after his beautiful silver jewel. Toshiro let a happy mewl escape his throat when he felt Ichigo's warm essence coating his insides and he didn't mind one bit when Ichigo's exhausted body fell down on top of him. It strained some of his wounds but he didn't give a fuck.

Ichigo soon rolled off of him and pulled the turquoise eyed man into his grasp, cradling him and nuzzling the soft neck belonging to the silver hair. Toshiro purred and scooted even closer to his lover, his chest heaving up and down calmly as he was lulled to sleep by the vibrations in Ichigo's large warm chest that were a result of his happy purring. Shortly after Toshiro was fast asleep while Ichigo decided to stay awake through the rest of the evening in case someone should need them, his hand held protectively around the small frame belonging to the albino, cradling him close as Toshiro rested his head on his master's chest purring weakly in his sleep.

-BMBD-

About an hour later around nine, Grimmjow and Starrk came inside, their duties finished for the day.

"Yo," Ichigo called with a smile as he patted Toshiro's sleeping head and looked at the two beautiful men.

They scrunched their noses, the scent of a mating was still lingering in the room and Ichigo noticed that they found out. The smirk he directed at them was soon shared by the prince and his guard and Grimmjow grinned.

"So, he any good in bed?" he spoke softly to not wake the sleeping albino. Ichigo blushed slightly at the question before his brown eyes lit up with amusement.

"Oh he's quite the treat," Ichigo teased.

"Hoh… Sounds tempting, you might want to share him no?" Grimmjow chuckled. At that reply Ichigo's face went dark and a slightly dark aura surrounded him.

"H-hey Ichigo, what's wrong?" Grimmjow asked suddenly nervous, had he said something to anger the cheetah?

"Don't ever think of touching him" Ichigo snarled silently.

"Ok ok.. It was just a joke, calm down," Starrk cooed and Ichigo broke out of his dark trance. Ichigo looked at the half fear half puzzled expression in both of their faces and smiled sadly.

"Sorry about that, it's not because I want him to myself that I said that… It's to protect Toshiro," Ichigo explained.

"What do you mean protect him?" Starrk asked silently.

"It's a long story, and quite a dark one at that," Ichigo said with a sad tone to his voice. "Can I trust you guys?" Ichigo asked with a serious and stern face.

"Of course you can!" They both replied in unison.

"Then I need you to never discuss what I am about to tell you when Toshiro is nearby, never ever," Ichigo said pinning them both with his slightly glowing eyes. They only nodded, sincere gazes thrown back at Ichigo. "He'll probably hate me for telling you this. It has to do with his past," Ichigo began.

"I found Toshiro beaten up and half dead in the ditch of a farmer's road 5 years ago. I took the poor fellow home and pleaded for my father to let me treat him and thank god he allowed me too. I could tell by the state his body was in that he had been heavily abused wherever he had come from, and that he had probably fled his home, though I would hardly call it a home. I treated his wounds and when he came to he was scared to the bone of me and my family, it took me two whole weeks to make him trust me a little," Ichigo continued.

Starrk and Grimmjow were playing close attention to the silent voice Ichigo spoke in, it was obvious that the topic was painful for the orangette, his eyes revealed his emotions clearly.

"Toshiro came from a middle class family, but was shunned from his clan due to his white fur. Being an albino these days isn't exactly easy you see. Shunned he had to find a new way of living, and as far as I know he worked as a waiter at a local inn close to his hometown, but then he was scouted by some shady men. They were the henchmen of a local feudal lord and they captured him and took him to the estate," Ichigo said before swallowing deeply, a tear poking in the corner of his eye before he continued with a slightly shaky voice.

"Toshiro was made a slave, and they beat the crap out of him every time he refused to listen. He has so many old bone fractures that they can't be counted, I examined him thoroughly. He has a bad limp from several bone fractures, and his arms are fragile due to the same type of injuries. When they finally forced him into submission he was presented to the lord of the house, whom fell for his exotic beauty and forced Toshiro into becoming his…his…his…" Ichigo hitched and stopped to let a silent sob shake his body.

"His what Ichigo?" Starrk asked worriedly.

"I'm sorry, let me move him to his own room before I continue," Ichigo stuttered gently moving off the large futon cradling Toshiro in his arms, moving into the side room and left Toshiro to rest in his own private little room. Ichigo climbed onto his futon on slightly wobbly feet, leaning back heavily into the wall of pillows that were supported by the wall behind the futon.

Ichigo just sat there staring into open air for a long while, the sorrow in his eyes drawing the prince and the guard in as Grimmjow and Starrk scooted over to Ichigo's bed. Starrk gently cupped Ichigo's head and stared into his deep brown eyes.

"You don't have to continue with the story. It's obviously a topic you don't like to talk about," Starrk said with an understanding voice. Ichigo shook his head with a sad smile before he replied

"No, it's better if you know."

Starrk looked at Ichigo once again before he smiled gently at Ichigo moving to sit behind him, shoving Ichigo down so the orangette rested his head in Starrk's warm lap. Grimmjow soon joined and positioned himself so that his chest rested on the lower part of Ichigo's torso, his arms moving up and under Ichigo's body to hug him as he rested his head on Ichigo's soft abdominal muscles.

"It's alright Ichigo, spill it all out," Grimmjow soothed, a low purr vibrating through his chest as a reassurance for the cheetah. Ichigo smiled at the gentle way they were treating him, it made him feel wanted and accepted and he was drawn even further in by their characters in that very moment.

"He made Toshiro his personal sex toy," Ichigo continued. Grimmjow and Starrk's facec lit up with shock and disgust while they patiently waited for Ichigo to continue.

"Toshiro was violated and abused till he was unconscious every single night, sustaining wounds that were never allowed to heal. When I found him his lower limbs and obody parts were torn up and bleeding and he was such a horrible sight. Toshiro finally made his escape when a group of thieves raided the estate, and he collapsed half dead on the road I found him on with a broken pelvis," Ichigo continued.

"Toshiro is so ashamed of himself and what he did for that horrible lord; he refuses to show anyone but me his body. He hates his skin because it's heavily marred by the scars that remind him of the awful intercourse and punishments he was given. It took me 2 years showering him with love to make him open to me, and 6 more months for me to be allowed to teach him the pleasure one can gain from sexual intercourse," Ichigo said taking a short break.

"He endured that life for 6 horrible years. Toshiro is actually older than me though it might not look that way. I am only 23, but Toshiro is actually about 28 year's old, take or add a few," Ichigo admitted. "He still lives with the shame, and no matter how much I try I can't stop him from loathing his own existence," Ichigo said sadly.

"He's actually older than both of us!" Starrk said. "I'm 27 and Grimmjow is 25," Starrk said.

"Actually we thought that you were 20 Ichigo," Grimmjow admitted. Ichigo smiled at them before snuggling closer to both men.

"But such a sad story, I can't believe the poor guy had to go through such a horrible thing. If I knew the name of the feudal lord I'd strip him off his position right away," Grimmjow snarled clenching Ichigo slightly.

"Ita-ta-taaah," Ichigo whined and Grimmjow immediately released some of the pressure.

"I'm sorry, but stories like that just utterly disgust me. People whom treat other people like that don't deserve to walk my lands," Grimmjow continued with an angered voice.

Ichigo was taken aback by the strong emotion swirling in Grimmjow's aura. How was it possible for a proud prince to care so much for people he hardly knew. He had taken Ichigo, Yuzu and Toshiro in on a whim and they had been allowed to stay. He had barely known them for a month and already he felt this strong about Toshiro's pain, and it was obvious Starrk shared the prince's mindset.

Ichigo slowly began to realize how lucky he was to have been found by them, and he knew he had an attraction towards both that he couldn't possibly resist no matter how hard he tried.

"I appreciate your anger Grimmjow, I really do but if Toshiro found out that you knew about his condition and got rid of the feudal lord he'd probably be angry. He hates it when people look upon him with pity," Ichigo said, letting his hands fall down to twist into wavy blue strands of hair.

Grimmjow purred at the gentle caress and sent Ichigo an understanding smile before he let go of his chest and pulled himself up in a sitting position. Ichigo smiled back and proceeded to yawn widely, before his eyes became half lidded and he rolled off Starrk. Starrk and Grimmjow looked at each other with a smile, and soon Ichigo was sleeping with a calm face, his usual scowl gone as his body was warmed by Grimmjow and Starrk which were cuddled up closely at both of his sides, functioning as his private cushions.

A short while later a sleepy and slightly sore Toshiro walked out of his bedroom and smiled at the scene displayed to him. He had never seen Ichigo sleep with such a peaceful expression, and with great care he snuck up into the bed, curling up on Ichigo's stomach in his caracal form. Ichigo's expression was replaced with a smile as he recognized the presence of his loved one in his sleep, and all 4 of them slept soundly and safe through the long night, the servants wisely keeping out of the room until their respective masters called for them.

Smut and cuddle chapter, along with some background information on poor Toshiro. Hope you enjoyed it… Smut for the big guys will eventually come, be patient my dear readers XD

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