Orderly Madness, the Melody of Chaos [#02/?]
Chapter rating: NC-17 for lemon
Chapter specific warning: Two insignificant OCs, a long LEMON, and sweetness that will make you cringe
Chapter specific spoiler: None
Chapter summary: Hitsugaya takes time out from his duty for the first time since his return. Of course, 'rest' does not turn out to be so much of 'rest' when a certain human meddles in.
:::::Orderly Madness, the Melody of Chaos by Kanon Ch.2::::: First Break Part I
"Urahara-san!"
A loud, energetic voice rang throughout an empty, shadowed shop in the early morning of freezing winter. There was a sound of a returned greeting from the room at the back of the shop and two orange-topped boys made a beeline to where the voice had come from.
When the rice-paper door slid open, Urahara shuddered at the chilly air that rushed into the warm room, thankful for the toasty kotatsu that he was staying under.
"Kurosaki-san, on time as usual, I see. And Kon, too."
"Sorry for making you get up so early on the weekend."
Urahara smiled as he got up away from the comforting heat, the fan that never leaves his hands whipped open in front of his face.
"Don't worry, it's no problem. I understand you'd want to see Hitsugaya taichou as soon as possible after all those stressful exams. This place has gone too quiet with all of you busy studying, I'm glad to have you back."
Ichigo flashed a toothy grin, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks. He followed Urahara down to the basement with Kon right behind him who was whining about having to stay behind when his nee-san (AN: Rukia) was waiting for him in Soul Society. Ichigo refrained from smacking Kon's head -since it will only be his own head- and instead, satisfied himself with an annoyed glare.
"Stop complaining, you get to stay in my body for two days. Or do you want me to leave you in the stuffed toy and dump you in Yuzu's room?"
Kon instantly shut up.
"And remember, nothing weird."
"Che, boring."
Ichigo's hand moved up to Zangetsu and Kon nodded vigorously.
"Kurosaki-san! Senkaimon's ready!"
"'Kay, thanks."
"When will you be coming back?"
"Tomorrow evening. I dunno what time, though."
Urahara nodded with an understanding look when Ichigo rubbed the back of his neck, looking sheepish.
"Then I'll leave the doors open in case you decide to come back late."
"Thanks."
And Ichigo was gone in an instant with a bright flash of Senkaimon, leaving behind a grinning shoten owner and a grumbling mod soul.
"It looks like Kurosaki-san and Hitsugaya taichou are still going strong."
"Don't get me started on it. I've never seen Ichigo not frowning so much and the way he smiles when he writes to taichou, it's scary. I've even heard him sleep-talking, calling for Hitsugaya taichou. I don't even want to know what the hell he was dreaming about."
Urahara laughed behind his fan. He had watched Kurosaki Ichigo from the awakening of his power to now and rash and hot-headed -and sometimes downright stupid- the teen may be, but that boy had a heart of gold. Ichigo cared about those around him a lot; so much that it had often brought him to the brink of death as he fought for all their sakes or pulled him down to the deepest abyss when he thought he had failed them.
The ex-12th division captain had watched over Ichigo's entire journey as a shinigami and he sometimes felt like a father proud of his son's achievement when he caught the glimpse of the unrelenting determination gleaming in the substitute shinigami's brown eyes.
Of course, even to the all-knowing shoten owner, the teen's choice in his counterpart had come as a surprise but the transformation it had brought out of him was formidable. It was nothing obvious if you didn't know what to look for but the most apparent was when Ichigo came for Senkaimon to visit the prodigy captain; it was almost as if his reiatsu was dancing with joy and happiness, something so rarely seen from the powerful but still young -and too often brooding- substitute shinigami.
It may be a somewhat bizarre relationship between a human and a shinigami captain but what could be normal when it came to THE Kurosaki Ichigo, Urahara amused. Nevertheless, the former captain sincerely hoped for the best for the unlikely duo; they were on opposite ends of a spectrum yet were alike in so many senses as they shared numerous traits -stubbornness being one of them- and a memory too painful for such young ones, however powerful they may be.
Urahara gazed at the closing Senkaimon and stated, the usual sly edge in his voice all but lost.
"Love can change people a lot."
Kon snickered.
"Ichigo's just a sap, he's totally whipped."
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In Seireitei, each division held its captain's quarter somewhere within the building although whether to use it or not was the captain's choice. Most of them happily took up the provided residence that came complete with carefully selected servants, the only exception being Kuchiki Byakuya who obviously had the grand Kuchiki mansion to return to. In the tenth division, the captain's quarter was at the back of the division area, away from all the offices and subordinates' dorms, separated by a small stone arch bridge over an adequately sized pond.
Like any other captains' quarters, the house was considerably big for a single resident; a large lounge looked out into a small back garden, a bathroom with a separate changing room and a tub big enough for 2-3 people, a kitchen which was usually occupied by the servants (Hitsugaya had yet to even walk into that place), a dining room, another smaller room on one end of the house where the servant on duty stayed over, two spare rooms, and a master bedroom on the other end, too big for a sole occupant, usually void of its owner just like the rest of the house.
However this particular morning the normally empty bedroom was found to be occupied, a futon laid out in the middle of the room that was dimly lit with faint sunlight creeping through a thin rice-paper window, a comforter covering a small body slightly curled on its side. Just above the soft blanket was white spiked tuft, spread out on an equally white pillow, making it hard to distinguish the silky tendrils of cloud-like softness from the spotless cotton.
The atmosphere was calm and tranquil; serene silence embraced the snow-crowned shinigami like a mysterious mist over a still lake in the early morning, protecting the rare slumber the young but overworked captain had allowed himself. As it was the weekend, the work hour started much later and only those on-call would come in, so the whole division was still very quiet; not to mention that as a general rule, captains' quarters were strictly off-limit (some were more approachable than others; Hitsugaya's was on top of the list of 'NEVER to disturb').
Suddenly, the bedroom door slid open without a sound and closed again but the sleeping prodigy, who was normally a light sleeper, remained oblivious to the trespasser. Tabi-clad feet crept across the room in bold strides without a sound until they reached the futon, then the intruder sat down next to the slumbering captain, cross-legged.
Ichigo praised himself for managing to get this close to the sensitive shinigami without waking him up. During Toshiro's stay at his place after the War, Ichigo had finally learnt how to control his high reiatsu with the captain's help. The teen still remembered the unhidden look of surprise and curiosity on his lover's face when he had first asked him to teach him. The snow-crowned captain had asked what had brought the sudden change of heart, saying he had thought it counted as something 'tedious' and 'unnecessary' in the rash substitute shinigami's mind.
Hitsugaya, as usual, had not been wrong, at least not completely; it had been goddamn tedious and even with the talented shinigami's help, the control had been mediocre at best for quite some time. If Ichigo hadn't had such strong motivation, he would have kicked the bucket after just a few days. The normally irritable captain had been quite impressed with the teen's resolve that he continued to teach him, enduring the devastatingly slow improvement and Ichigo's frustrated wails, even though they happened rarely.
Only if Hitsugaya had known what pushed Ichigo to master his reiatsu. The ever-so-observant captain had, for once, missed to see that the real reason behind the eagerness had nothing to do with battles.
It was 'tedious' but definitely not 'unnecessary' in Ichigo's new circumstance; after all, when your lover was a master at reading others' reiatsus, you had to know how to hide it to have any chance of sneaking up and giving a surprise hug, maybe -definitely- with a surprise kiss to accompany it. And if the teen wanted to, or rather, needed to, he could even hide from Zaraki Kenpachi (correctly speaking, Yachiru, since the fight-obsessed captain's spiritual sense was on a par with Ichigo's); now that was a cherry on top.
Ichigo still found it hard to keep a tight hold on his extensive reiatsu unlike the prodigy captain who had years of experience but right now, he knew he had done a pretty good job as his lover's slumber remained unperturbed with no sign of acknowledging Ichigo's presence so near to him.
It was a good idea to come early, Ichigo thought to himself, his soft brown eyes gliding across the serene face of his prickly prince. That peaceful expression was just as he remembered; the constant scowl nowhere to be seen, pink -and so tempting- lips slightly parted to let out quiet, regular breaths, and two small hands curled in front of his face.
With a smile, Ichigo placed his chin in his hand and decided to wait until Toshiro woke up. Despite the number of times he had seen this side of Hitsugaya Toshiro that was hidden from the world, the orange-haired teen still loved to watch his lover asleep like this. Besides, it was most likely the captain would wake up soon anyway even if it was the weekend, moreover, his day off.
Ichigo grinned as he tried to think of things to do for the next 48 hours; the fact that the workaholic captain was resting at his quarter meant Toshiro had indeed taken time off since his stubborn boyfriend usually slept -the substitute shinigami scoffed; it was more like falling comatose from wariness after hours and hours of working- at the administration office. Ichigo had actually gone to the office first where he was greeted with a pleasantly empty room before coming over to the premises.
The smile on the teen's face widened slowly as a large hand reached out for a set of dainty ones and gently held them, savouring their softness and warmth. A content sigh dissipated into the silent room, quiet enough not to wake up the resting prodigy, as Ichigo soaked in the happiness and calmness of the moment. Just then, the delicate hands twitched a little before the turquoise eyes fluttered open, hazily staring at his hands, or rather, Ichigo's hand holding them, in sleep-induced perplexity; after all, it was not every day that the young captain woke up in his own bedroom, let alone a warm hold on his hands. Then the gaze shifted along the arm until it met the soft chocolate eyes.
"Ohaiyo, yuki hime." (AN: Good morning, snow princess: nickname from 'Empathy')
The sea-green eyes blinked at him a few times and Ichigo chuckled at how uncharacteristic the aloof captain looked at this moment. It wasn't his first time seeing it -in fact, he had seen that innocent look a lot- but the way the fine eyelashes fluttered over the hypnotising teal orbs while the captain tried to drive away the last remnants of sleep was so naive and childlike although to Ichigo, there was that certain streak of seduction.
Now more awake than before, Hitsugaya scoffed when his visual recognised the telltale orange mess and the familiar low chuckles quietly ringing in his ear. The snow-crowned shinigami remained under the soft and warm comforter and returned the gentle hold on his hands.
"Ohaiyo, boke." (AN: Good morning, idiot)
Ichigo rolled his eyes although a mischievous smile tugged at his lips.
"Ah, that's not very nice."
"I did say I will freeze you if you call me that."
Ichigo rolled his eyes again and leaned down to plant a chaste kiss on the soft cheek. The cerulean eyes fluttered, shutting for a second at the touch and then opening again when the warmth left, their gaze locked with the hazelnut ones. The orange-haired teen smiled at the unguarded, relaxed look in the brilliant emerald jewels and brushed across the porcelain skin he had just kissed with his free hand.
"Did I wake you up?"
"No. Besides, your reiatsu is not something I perceive as foreign anyway, but well done, your control's improved by far."
Ichigo grinned.
"I try."
Hitsugaya scoffed; he might not have known it then but now he knew why the substitute shinigami had suddenly wanted to learn how to master his reiatsu. He freed his small hands from Kurosaki's hold and got up, making his way to the bathroom in order to freshen up. Ichigo followed suit, planning to wait for his lover in the lounge area -he liked the view of the garden-, when the captain stopped on his way out and turned around.
"Have you had breakfast?"
"Nah."
"Satsuki should be in the kitchen, so tell her to make yours too and to bring them to the lounge."
"'Kay, but before that…"
Hitsugaya raised an eyebrow but the questioning look soon turned into an exasperated smile when the substitute shinigami gently held his chin up. Ichigo pressed his lips on the soft petals, keeping the touch light and innocent. When he pulled back, a barely noticeable smile lingered on the lips that he had just claimed and Ichigo returned it with his own cheeky grin.
"Good morning kiss."
The wintry prodigy smirked, his turquoise eyes beautifully dazzling like the jewels that they were, in the faint morning sunlight seeping through the rice-paper window.
"Baka. I'm going."
"Hai, hai."
Just as Hitsugaya said, Ame Satsuki, one of two servants working for the tenth division captain with Nekonome Haru, was in the kitchen. When she heard the kitchen door being opened, Satsuki looked up and smiled at him. She was a nice, friendly lady, her physical age in her late 20s with brown hair in a loose low ponytail, big black eyes and a heart-warming smile. In a way, she reminded Ichigo of Yuzu and his mother.
"Kurosaki-san, it's been a while."
"I told you before not to call me that, Ichigo is fine. How are you?"
"Oh, fine. I'm glad you've managed to get Hitsugaya taichou away from his office, he hasn't been back here since your last visit bar three nights ago."
The chocolate-eyed teen sighed at his boyfriend's behaviour even if he had expected to hear something along the lines of that. Ichigo had made it his job to drag the immovable captain away to his quarter at least while he was around but when the substitute shinigami was in the real world, there was no stopping the workaholic prodigy from staying at the office 24/7. No wonder Satsuki and Haru were the most envied servants in the whole Seireitei.
"And he calls me stupid. I'm not letting him set foot in that freaking office until I leave tomorrow."
Satsuki giggled behind her hand at Ichigo's irritated grumble. Her master had not said a word about his relationship to this young, fiery substitute shinigami but it was an easy guess just from the fact that Ichigo was allowed in his private quarter like this, not to mention the first name calling; the orange-haired teen was probably just about the only one in any of the realms who could do so without getting reprimanded by the aloof captain.
Of course, she and Haru kept it to themselves; one of the rules as a servant to protect their master's privacy -adequately named the 'silence rule'- was certainly the most important one especially when it came to the wielder of Hyourinmaru.
"Is there anything you would like?"
"Oh, yeah. I haven't had any breakfast yet so if it's not too much, could you make some for me as well?"
"Of course."
"And Toshiro wants them in the lounge."
"I will have them ready there, then."
"Thanks!"
Ichigo gave a cheery wave as he left the kitchen and headed towards the bathroom with a smirk on his face.
It was time to punish his ill-behaved boyfriend.
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The bath was already filled with hot water when Hitsugaya walked in, just as he had instructed the night before. His body welcomed the humid air and he could feel Hyourinmaru stirring at the core of his soul as he lowered himself into the tub. The icy captain mentally patted the dragon; for some days, the legendary creature had been somewhat restless with no apparent reason. The wielder assumed it must be the uneasy feeling he got from the murders affecting the extension of his soul but now he could feel the calmness resonating through his body and mind.
The soothing water caressed his muscles and Hitsugaya closed his eyes with a small satisfied sigh, intending to enjoy this rare occasion where he did not have to rush his morning bath. Usually, he wasn't even in his quarter let alone having a bath in the morning like this. A quick drop-in for a five-minute long shower was all the dutiful captain had to spare before he returned to his 'second-home', breakfast either skipped or delivered to the paper-ridden office.
Leaning his cloud-topped head back on the edge, the young shinigami was relishing in the calm tranquillity when he heard the bathroom door sliding open. Hitsugaya didn't bother opening his eyes when the footsteps grew closer, reiatsu now spreading out as the owner did not attempt to rein it anymore. The soft treading sounds stopped right next to him and Hitsugaya murmured before the other one could say anything.
"Pervert."
There was a low chuckle somewhere above him and a callused hand ran down his face gently before a thumb brushed across his parted lips; the captain barely managed to stop himself before a tingling shudder almost wrecked his body.
"I've heard you've been a naughty boy."
Hitsugaya cracked only one eye open to find a carrot-top smirking just above him. He had an idea as to what Ichigo was talking about but simply snorted and closed his eye again, returning to the world of black and ignoring the exuding reiatsu belonging to a certain stupid strawberry. Ichigo lost all his smugness at the silent retort and sat himself down at the edge of the tub, feeling a little stuffy in his shihakshou (AN: shinigami's black kimono) due to the hot mist filling the bathroom.
"Toshiro, you've been working non-stop since you came back. You really shouldn't push yourself so much."
Hitsugaya didn't miss a beat in his reply.
"I'm not."
"Yeah, sure."
"Kurosaki, get out if you are going to disturb my bath."
There was a snigger and the hand on Hitsugaya's face moved up to run through the slightly damp tendrils as warm lips landed on the forehead. The emerald eyes remained closed but their owner could feel the heat moving next to the sensitive ear before the substitute shinigami whispered with little nibbles on the earlobe.
"I've come to punish you for your bad behaviour."
The voice was thick with wickedness and lust and Hitsugaya stopped breathing for a second; the light, little nibbles, the hot breaths ghosting over the wet spot and the heavy voice were igniting a fire somewhere deep inside him, a fire that only a certain substitute shinigami could alight, something that had not had chance to burn for some time -maybe, just maybe, for slightly too long, only if the frigid captain would admit-. He bit down his lip unknowingly, stopping a quiet moan that almost escaped him.
Ichigo smirked; he had only just begun and he already knew he had won. He leaned down to kiss the scrumptious petals as his hand ran down the lean neck to the chest under the water. The steaming liquid was rather hot, the frosty reiatsu of his sweet little lover tightly reined in; the callused hand quickly reached the same temperature but whether it was because of the surrounding water or the raised body temperature of its owner, no one would know.
Two wet tongues danced around each other, sharing their passion and heat while the errant hand found a pert nub on the flat chest and teased the hardening flesh. Even in the tight lock of their lips, Ichigo felt his prince's sudden hitch in breathing and an almost non-existent vibration as something akin to a low growl left the pre-occupied lips.
When they finally parted, Ichigo did not waste any time and latched onto the delicious neck, kissing the smooth skin as if it was the most adorable existence he had ever seen, which was not too far off from the truth, honestly speaking, however clichéd it sounded. The feathery contacts oozed of affection, possessiveness, longing and deep desire. The prodigy captain managed to utter a few words while his body moved on its own accord, the snow-crowned head tilting to accommodate the searing lips.
"Baka… It's morning…"
It was a feeble and meaningless attempt, the usual authoritative tone in the aloof captain's voice all but completely vanished. The vibrant-coloured locks moved down a bit before slowly coming up along the slender neck line, licking away some of the water droplets from the flawless skin. This time, it was out of the ever-so-talented shinigami's ability to stop the shudder and the lithe body trembled under the spell of the electrifying sensation coursing through every vein. Ichigo breathed in deeply, losing himself in the ambrosial scent, and murmured, the wet lips barely brushing against the lavished skin.
"And…? Remember, I'm punishing you."
Ichigo heard a snort from his boyfriend between shallow breathing and raised an eyebrow; so his prickly, stubborn yuki hime was yet to give in, was he?
He brushed his lips down the neck to the erogenous shoulder and blew hot air across the spot, fully aware of the frosty captain's weakness to any stimulation on the oversensitive skin. As predicted, there was a sharp intake of air, the grip on Ichigo's shoulder tightening at the tantalising tingles, and a quiet mewl escaped the lush lips.
Pleased with the music at his ear, the teen moved his hand on the chest down the toned belly, the fingertips lazily running down the baby soft skin. They circled around the navel for a while, making Hitsugaya squirm at the ticklish feeling, before continuing on until the hand reached the semi-hard member.
Hitsugaya felt another hand coming round to support his tilted head and let out a shaky breath when a wet tongue traced the outline of his ear. They hadn't seen each other for a few weeks because of Kurosaki's exams and the overwhelming amount of work he had to get through; his body had been deprived of the lush touches and warmth and was even more responsive than usual at his lover's sinful administrations.
Ichigo buried his nose in the cotton-soft tuft, intending to get all of the missed doses of his icy drug, and moved his right hand oh so slowly over his trembling boyfriend's length, feeling his own coming to life as the luscious moans echoed in his ear.
"Mmm… Ichigo…"
How he loved to hear his name rolling off that tongue, coming from those scrumptious lips; Ichigo instantly left the silky threads of white fluffy clouds and pressed his lips against Toshiro's.
When the scorching lips landed on his own, Hitsugaya lifted his head up, eagerly giving into the kiss. Ichigo nibbled the lower lip before slipping his tongue in, leaving no corners untouched as it traced every line and curve of the warm mouth. It was only when their overtaxed lungs screamed and thrashed for air that the two passionate lovers managed to break apart.
His small lover's breathing was fast turning irregular and ragged as he kept his hand moving over the straining erection and Ichigo laid a butterfly kiss on the reddening cheek before kissing the eyelids that had remained shut the entire time.
"Toshiro, show me your eyes?"
Barely grasping the soft words in the dreamy world of erotic pleasure, the brilliant jewels opened up and Ichigo gave a mind-blowing, sexy -and wow, Hitsugaya thought, wow- smile before he moved down and kissed along the sharp jaw line, the curious tongue flicking out from time to time to lick away a few remaining water droplets.
The hazy emerald eyes remained open despite the teasing touches and stared up at the ceiling, the bathroom foggy with the steam from hot water, before looking down at the untameable orange mess. Fully relying on Kurosaki's hold to support him, Hitsugaya lifted his hands and buried them in the tuft, the short ends tickling his fingers; the last time he had felt this unkempt hair was now just over a month ago.
Ichigo let out a content sigh; he loved to have those perfect little hands running through his hair. He dove down for another kiss as he brushed across the top of Toshiro's hard member with his thumb and smirked when the narrow hip bucked into his hand, a heavy moan echoing around the bathroom. The heat from the water was now undistinguishable from the heat the writhing body under him was giving off and Ichigo was now feeling very stuffy in his shihakshou.
When he left the thoroughly lavished petals, Ichigo gulped at what he saw; the teal orbs were glazed with heavy lust -who the fuck was it that said Hitsugaya Toshiro was a child- as they stared at him almost blankly and the china-white cheeks were tinged with red, the scrumptious lips parted to let out those sensual mewls. It was the ultimate sex look of Hitsugaya Toshiro and damn if it did not turn on the already horny substitute shinigami.
"Shit."
When the misty cerulean eyes gained a little more focus in them and looked at him, Ichigo licked his lips.
"This was supposed to be your punishment but now I don't care."
Hitsugaya snickered albeit rather weakly in his trance as he watched the teen ridding himself of the shihakshou which was hastily thrown out into the changing room before Kurosaki walked into the bath.
He did not do it intentionally -he never did- but he knew it was simply impossible for his lover to resist his atypically unrestrained look when he had all of his tight self-control hindered, because of him, no less. It was, in simple words, a 'hot and bothered' look; crudely put, a 'I'M HAVING SEX' look.
One sultry looking Hitsugaya Toshiro was something Kurosaki Ichigo could never even hope to defy.
As soon as Ichigo got into the water, he almost yanked the smaller boy into his arms and claimed those addictive lips in a rough, breathtaking kiss that seemingly lasted forever, his hands running around the delectable body. Surprisingly, it was him that first pulled away; Ichigo buried his face in Toshiro's neck and took a deep breath.
It never ceased to amaze him how unbelievably satisfying and complete he felt when a certain icy dragon was in his arms. The unique, drug-like fresh scent filled up his lungs along with the hot, steamy air and his brain almost went into overload from the satisfying sensation even before things really began.
"I missed you so much. Those exams are pure evil, I'm telling you."
Hitsugaya chuckled quietly, the sea-green eyes sparkling with amusement. Kurosaki's breaths tickled his hypersensitive skin and he shivered, pressing his cheek against the orange hair. Lean arms linked around the broad shoulder and he gave him a gentle squeeze. The frigid captain may not speak of it in direct words like the teen but he had also missed this heat, this passion and this comfort that Kurosaki provided and while making love as soon as he woke up was -certainly- not what Hitsugaya had in his mind, he still welcomed it. He could feel his lover's smile on his shoulder followed by a butterfly kiss, sending another shudder down his spine.
Ichigo returned Toshiro to his previous reclined position, laying him down with great gentleness before he crawled over onto top of his lover. The callused hands ran down the lean torso again, teasing a pair of hardened nubs that they came across on their way, while the wet tongue did its fair share of torture on the oversensitive shoulders. One hand stayed on the pert nipple as the other brushed across inside of the toned thigh before it landed in between the legs. Toshiro's arms automatically came around his neck as the hand stroked the hard member and lusty moans left those tempting lips that Ichigo did not hesitate to claim with his own lips.
The fondling was light and tender, the thumb teasingly ghosting over the leaking tip. Long digits wrapped around the length and the fingertips glided across the hot skin, making the wintry captain whimper at unsatisfying touch.
The soft caresses soon started to frustrate Hitsugaya who could feel the pool of heat building up at his lower groin but before he could complain about the teasing hands, the strokes suddenly got bolder and faster as if Kurosaki had read his mind. The white-topped head tilted back, the flawless chest rising and falling rapidly, as the climax neared with every firm stroke. Sweet moans filled the steamy bathroom, steadily getting louder and thicker, until two small hands suddenly clenched the short orange tendrils, the beautiful teal orbs scrunching shut.
"I…chigo…!"
Ichigo watched his boyfriend reaching the blissful high, lost in the enchanting display; in spite of the high humidity, his throat felt raw and dry, his salivary glands seemingly malfunctioning. He gulped without realising and by the time Hitsugaya managed to come back down and regain some strength in his languid limbs, the aroused teen was almost growling in a low, rough voice as his own weeping erection screamed for release. It had been long, too long, since Ichigo had last seen that face and heard the sensual music and he was now feeling hungry, starved, for this hot body more than ever.
"I. NEED. YOU. Goddman desperately."
There was a quiet scoff but the emerald eyes looked at the chocolate ones, silently telling Ichigo to claim what the young captain would willingly give. Ichigo loved times like this. It did not matter if Toshiro was not generous in affectionate words or sometimes prioritised work over their relationship; sure it annoyed him, but he had already understood and accepted the captain's aloofness and the workaholic tendency even before he had confessed his feelings for him.
It did not matter because Kurosaki Ichigo knew that Hitsugaya Toshiro, the famed prodigy captain of the tenth division, loved him, the human substitute shinigami, just like he loved him.
His arms tightly linked around the slim waist, Ichigo kissed the pout lips, his tongue darting out to taste their sweetness. While his small lover lost himself in the wet exchange, he discreetly ran a hand down the spine, submerging under the water to reach its destination. The substitute shinigami did not waste a second and there was a sudden tension in the lithe body as a finger circled the tight entrance. Ichigo managed to keep hold of his sanity before the last straw escaped him and kept their lips sealed while he moved the finger in slowly when the body relaxed again.
Still locked in a passionate and fiery kiss, Hitsugaya could not help but frown a little at the alien sensation he had almost forgotten. It was weird how the hot water entered him along with the teen's finger but it seemed to work as lubricant as well as relaxant. Soon there were three fingers moving in and out of the hot tunnel as the long digits stretched the small captain for something much bigger and hotter to come, something that Hitsugaya wanted, needed to feel inside him, now that Kurosaki had lit another fire in him. Hitsugaya tightened his hold around the substitute shinigami's neck, burying his face in the broad shoulder.
"Ichigo… it's okay now…"
Ichigo pulled back a little to look at the prodigy with worry; as much as he wanted to plunge into that heat, he did not want to hurt his snowy prince. The whisper was shaky, muddled with ragged breathing.
"You sure…? It's been a while…"
When the white-topped head nodded, Ichigo held the waist firmly and guided his lover onto his twitching member. They stopped when the head was in; it had really been too long for both of them. Then Toshiro slowly, oh so slowly, slid down, taking more and more of Ichigo inside him until he was fully sheathed. Ichigo's hold on the waist tightened and the brown eyes scrunched shut at the searing walls surrounding him.
"Shit… You are even tighter than usual…"
"Baka… Shut up…"
Ichigo laughed unevenly as he held the sweet body securely in his arms, Toshiro's dainty hands buried in his wet orange hair. He concentrated on deep breathing, feeling himself precariously close to orgasm at his lover's tight heat. It was taking every wisp of his barely-there sanity to stop himself from mercilessly impaling this addictive body. When the tense muscles seemed to have relaxed a little, Ichigo murmured into Toshiro's ear.
"…Can I…?"
It was a few seconds before his yuki hime grunted out a quiet answer. Ichigo moved his hip a little for a test and quickly rubbed his impatient lover's tailbone when he heard an almost inaudible whimper, the abrupt tension spreading through the small body telling him Toshiro was obviously not ready yet.
The substitute shinigami stayed still a little longer and Hitsugaya lifted his head off the orange-haired teen's shoulder, pressing his forehead against his lover's. The sea-green eyes had hidden behind the eyelids, much to Ichigo's disappointment, but the delicate hands crept up to cup his cheeks and the prodigy's heated breathing ghosted over his face, exquisitely seductive.
"It's okay… Move…"
Ichigo could not help but smile as he kissed the end of the nose that was almost touching his own and gently rocked, the water rippling with every movement. Hitsugaya let out a breath that he did not realise he had been holding once the pain started to dull, replaced by the familiar blinding sensation, slowly building up from where he was connected to the orange-haired teen.
The pulsing erection started to move in and out with more ease now that Hitsugaya was eager to be filled and the water, now warm than hot, followed its track. The ever-so-perceptive captain had to frown at the -not necessarily bad but- odd sensation that he did not miss even in the haze of heated lust.
"…Water…"
No more words followed after that but Ichigo got the message; after all, that was just what he had been thinking about as well. The warm fluid entered the hot tunnel along with his weeping length and the rest that had not been so fortunate as to taste the sweetness of his little dragon's tightness swished around them, the ripples getting stronger as their rocking got more and more desperate and needy.
"I was just thinking that…"
He managed to mutter with breathless chuckles and at same time, slammed into the tight heat.
"Aah!!! God, Ichigo…"
Ichigo groaned when the constricted walls tightened even more around his painfully hard member; he quickly moved his arms around the slim waist, having found what he was looking for. Once shifted to the right angle, the pace started to pick up and soon the lean body was moving in beat with him for harder, deeper penetrations, contracting involuntarily every time Ichigo hit his sweet spot.
The frosty captain had now totally lost the control over himself as Ichigo mercilessly pounded in, the sensation of the teen filling him so satisfying, perfectly complete, and most of all, leaving him craving for more. Water started to overflow from the rough movements but neither of the couple cared as they lost themselves in the heated pleasure, lips constantly seeking each other to relay the unspoken message of their love.
"Ichigo… I'm… Aah…"
"Just… lil'…"
Unable to manage a full sentence, Ichigo quickly slipped a hand between them and found his lover's erection. There was another hitched breathing at his ear and the teen circled the head of the neglected length before pumping it hard, in rhythm with his own thrusts. The gasping moans turned into near screams as the waves of incredible pleasure crashed down on the white-haired boy and it was not long before he came, crying out the other's name.
"God… Aah… Ichigo…!!!"
The arms around Ichigo's neck tightened and Toshiro's inner walls clamped around him in a vice-like grip as the captain reached his climax and Ichigo, unable to hold on any longer, managed one last harsh thrust before filling his lover with his pearly streams.
Rough, irregular panting filled the now silent bathroom as the two lovers slowly returned to earth -or Soul Society- from euphoria, the once disturbed water now calming down again. Ichigo was leaning on the edge of the tub with Toshiro in his arms that were loosely draped across the smaller one's back, the limp body pressed flush against him. It was some time before the worn-out prodigy managed to peel himself off the teen and stand on his shaky legs to get out of the lukewarm -not to mention, dirtied- water. Ichigo also moved to get out of the bath when Toshiro shot him a half-hearted glare with a faint smirk on the bruised lips and complained.
"Now you've ruined my morning bath."
"But it was much more fun, wasn't it?"
Hitsugaya just scoffed and got a bucket to collect fresh water in; that strawberry had gone too cheeky for his own good since they had gotten together and even worse, he had gone too soft on the idiot.
Ichigo picked up soap from a bucket on the floor and after rubbing it to a bath towel, moved behind of his small boyfriend and started to clean the luscious body that he had just plunged into. Hitsugaya leaned into the touch, letting the orange-haired teen gently caress him with the velvety bubble-covered towel, although, not too surprisingly, he did not pass the moment without saying anything.
"Keep it clean, we have breakfast waiting."
Ichigo chuckled at the warning, planting a butterfly kiss on the damp porcelain cheek.
"I know, I'm hungry, too."
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When they got to the lounge (Ichigo listened to Toshiro's warning; his sweet dragon was not exactly a morning-sex person so it was his turn to play nice), they found the breakfast waiting for them as instructed. It was a simple but homely meal and they took time to enjoy the food, finally getting around to having a proper conversation about their separate lives, starting with the berry boy's.
"Since you had your last exams, I guess you are going into winter holidays soon."
"Yeah, I've got something to tell you about that. One of my sisters is going off on some kind of football camp for a month so I've gotta help out Pop at his clinic."
"I pray for the safety of the patients."
Ichigo rolled his eyes at the biting comment that the captain issued without even batting an eye before he smirked with a meaningful wink.
"Maybe you should come to the clinic and get some personal experience of my professional care."
"Whatever."
Ichigo chuckled at the reddening cheeks and returned to what he was originally going to say.
"Anyway, I'm moving back for that month but I should be able to get away for Sundays."
Hitsugaya looked up for a minute but he soon nodded without any words and returned to his breakfast. Ichigo wondered briefly if that was a sign of the frigid captain's disappointment and added the last part of the news, keeping his eyes on Toshiro's face but the stoic mask remained firm, betraying nothing.
"I'll have another month free before school starts again though, so I'll stay over then."
Hitsugaya snickered.
"It's going to get noisy in here."
"If I can keep you in your bedroom for the whole month, yeah."
Ichigo laughed at the captain's glare, the baby cheeks blushing in crimson red. Once they had finished breakfast, Satsuki came in to clear up. They grabbed an extra layer for Ichigo before moving out into the back garden, a cup of steaming green tea in their hands. The garden looked rather bare as it was chilly winter and the brisk wind was sharp but pleasantly fresh. Hitsugaya, as expected, remained unaffected by the frosty temperature in his yukata that was as white as his hair.
"So, what's been going on here?"
The icy captain shrugged nonchalantly at the question.
"Nothing much. Same as usual."
"You always say that."
"Because that's what happens. There isn't much that can happen around here with no Aizen and his underlings, unlike your chaotic life in the real world."
"What about those murders?"
Hitsugaya frowned a bit at the question, the memory of the last captaincy meeting returning to him.
Sometimes when Ichigo stayed over for more than a few hours, he also visited his other friends -the list was pretty long; Rukia, Renji, Ikkaku, Yumichika, Shuuhei, Kira, and the latest addition to his list of 'dead' friends, Gin-, most of the time on his own since the immovable prodigy refused flat-out to leave his work. It was from one of those reunions that he had heard about the weird murders.
Hitsugaya rarely spoke about Soul Society's business to the substitute shinigami unless it either concerned him and the human world or Kurosaki first asked him about a specific business. It was not because he did not trust his lover; it was a simple matter of his personality that he did not make light chats out of his work.
"There was another one two days ago, well, three nights ago, but I don't really know anything else since the investigation is still off-limit."
"But there's something bugging you."
Hitsugaya looked at Kurosaki with surprised eyes at the unexpected comment.
"What?"
Ichigo shrugged casually as he sipped his tea. His lover's what could only be called as obsession with green tea had finally rubbed him off as well; apparently the hot tea was the only thing that got the irritated captain through his day, more specifically, his day with Matsumoto Rangiku who had a certain knack for ignoring mountains of papers.
"You had that look."
A white eyebrow rose at the uncharacteristically short answer from the orange-haired teen; that was usually what Hitsugaya did, not the loud, brash substitute shinigami. Maybe the newly found liking in green tea was not the only thing that was rubbing off him; no wonder he was getting smartass remarks from the stupid carrot-top.
"That look?"
"Look that says there's something nagging you."
Hitsugaya blinked. When had this rash carrot-top gotten to know him this well that he read all of his small, subtle signs? Ichigo chuckled at the typically stoic captain's stunned look.
"I'm your boyfriend, Toshiro, I love you. I'm always watching you, just not in the scary stalker way. You have lived with me for almost a year and you are not as poker-faced as you think you are, at least not to me."
With a faint blush creeping up, Hitsugaya huffed and turned away from the snickering strawberry but he could not stop his lips tugging upwards when he felt the strong arms coming around him from behind, his body pulled into the warm comforting heat of Kurosaki. The taller one kissed the snowy mane before asking.
"So? What is it?"
"I don't know."
Ichigo raised an eyebrow at the answer; so there were times that the young genius didn't know things like this.
"You don't know?"
"Mm."
"That's odd."
When he heard Toshiro sighing heavily, Ichigo quickly changed the subject. It was a depressing topic and Ichigo did not want to ruin their peaceful morning -or any of the time in the next 48 hours- by reminding his workaholic boyfriend of anything even remotely resembling work.
"I'd say you are too tired from overworking. Anyway, since it's your exceptional day off, what are you planning to do?"
Hitsugaya looked up at the question; it was a cold but nice day, white clouds gliding across the clear blue sky. He honestly did not have anything in mind and with work not an option, he suddenly found himself with nothing else to do.
"No idea. What about you?"
Ichigo nuzzled his nose in the soft white spikes as he drank in the scent he had missed so much.
"I don't care as long as I get to stay with you."
"How romantic."
The captain's tone was clear enough even for the imperceptive carrot-top to catch the teasing sarcasm.
"Ah, you hurt me, yuki hime, didn't you miss me?"
Ichigo laughed when he felt a small hand slap his arm before grasping his clasped hands. He kissed the top of the head then turned the boy around in his arms, bending down to press his lips against Toshiro's. The warm contact was gentle and soft like a luring lullaby and there was a cosy smile on both of their faces when they broke apart.
"I wasn't all joking, you know."
Hitsugaya didn't say anything but wrapped his arms around Kurosaki's waist and snuggled into the embrace. Relaxing in the heart-warming comfort that only the teen could give, he let his mind drift off, forgetting about the murders, hollows, and paperwork, just for that moment, as he etched this one peaceful and complete moment in his mind. Before he knew it, a low murmur came out of his lips.
"I missed you, too."
Ichigo managed to suppress his laughs and tightened his hold around the stiff captain who seemed to have somehow managed to startle himself. While it still happened a little too rarely, there were times like this when it became blatantly obvious that the frosty dragon held the same intense love for him as Ichigo did for himself and Ichigo cherished every one of those moments. He braced the warm bundle in his arms, smiling into the silky spikes. There was no doubt, every time he saw Hitsugaya Toshiro and held him, it became clearer; his heart belonged to this small boy in his arms, to wherever this boy was.
"Toshiro."
Hitsugaya looked up from his snuggled place in response to Kurosaki's tone; it was unusually low and quiet, filled with such sincerity.
"Yes…?"
"Tadaima." (AN: I'm home)
The turquoise eyes widened then gradually, a tiny smile broke out on the icy captain's face as the single meaningful word sunk in. The small hands on Ichigo's back clenched the black fabric before a muffled reply came.
"Okairi." (AN: Welcome home)