After climbing down from his hanging harness, Ichigo struck his hollow in the face. "That's for the wax. And this," he growled, hitting him again, "is for whatever was in that needle."
"Our dad supplied the needle and gave me direction on 'how to use it right and safely' on a note that he left," Hichigo said as he grabbed Ichigo and pull him into a embrace so he would stop abusing him. "Plus he said to call him 'dad,' too."
Ichigo leaned on Hichigo's chest. "Where do you get the stuff?"
"Dad bought it for me. I gave him a list," Hichigo explained, showing him the list.
"I think I need to thank him for that," Ichigo grumbled, gesturing to the comment Isshin had left about the nineteenth object on the list, the six foot whip.
"He might have not gotten me that, but he did get me a mini whip."
"He did not!" Ichigo exclaimed, jumping out of his hollow's warm embrace.
"He did so!" Hichigo smirked, retrieving the mini whip from the desk. "See, it's only a foot and a half long, but it will still hurt."
"KON!! Get out of my body!!" Ichigo yelled for his body.
Hichigo waved mockingly, dropped the whip, and disappeared to the up-sided world.
Ichigo relaxed all day long with no interruptions. It was about six o'clock when his father came home with dinner in his hands.
"Ichigo, are you hungry? I have fish 'n' chips!" Isshin said as he entered the house.
"Why did you give Hichigo all that stuff?" Ichigo asked as he stole the food and started towards the kitchen
"Well, did you want him to make some the stuff and it be harmful to you, or me buy it and be safer for you?"
"...Still, you didn't need to do that," Ichigo muttered.
"By the way, when you go to get your hollow's gigai stop at the store on the fifth and second street to get your costumes for the Day of the Dead ceremony."
"What gigai? And for whom?" Ichigo asked, mind racing.
"What's up?" Hichigo appeared, taking a plate for himself.
"What gigai is he talking about?"
"Oh, that. I asked Urahara to make me a gigai," Hichigo shrugged, biting into the fried fish, making a face of disgust.
Ichigo waved a sauce for dipping in front of him.
Hichigo coated the fish with it gratefully and wolfed it down.
He watched with furrowed brows as the sauce was placed out of his reach. "What?"
"When did you plan on telling me about this?" Ichigo asked, holding the sauce hostage until his answer was given.
"The day after tomorrow," Hichigo waved his hand dismissively. "Why?"
"Bastard! Stuff like that I need to know beforehand!" Ichigo glared.
Hichigo stole the sauce and ate peacefully, shrugging again.
"Fine. Be that way. If I have do this 'Day of the Dead,' and you're getting a gigai, you can help out, too."
"What?! No! Why do I have to?!"
"If you don't do this, then I'll play my card."
"Ooh!! You're going to play that card!" Isshin cackled, leaping behind his white-skinned son.
"Just agree with him! You don't want him to play that card!"
"What card are you talking about?" Hichigo muttered, eyes on Ichigo.
"The 'no sex' card! I bet Ichigo can out-last you in not having sex for who knows how long!" Isshin whispered, careful not to let Ichigo hear what they were talking about. "All the women and men that are in Ichigo's family can go without sex for one to seven—"
"Days?" Hichigo interrupted.
Laughing at his new naïve son, Isshin replied, "Days?! Oh, boy, no! Years! One to seven years!"
"YEARS?! There is no way someone can last that long without sex!!" Hichigo shouted, eyes wide.
"Yeah, that card. And I can last a long time. Can you, Hichigo?" Ichigo asked, pointing a chip at Hichigo. Without waiting for a reply, he continued, "So, what is it going to be? One night at the festival, or no sex until you make it up to me for leaving me to do this by myself?"
If Hichigo could look paler, he would have right then and there. "Damn it," Hichigo sighed in defeat. "You win. I'll go to the damn festival with you."
"Great! I made an appointment for you, as well, Hichigo!" Isshin declared, bouncing as he grabbed his food to eat in his office.
"Ichigo, your's is at 12:30 o' clock, and yours," he said, gesturing at Hichigo, "is at 1:45 o' clock. Urahara said that he is changing your coloring. Eat well, you two!"
They watched in silence as he left.
"Well, we should get ready for bed. I'm taking a bath, and you're not invited to come," Ichigo grumbled, climbing the stairs to the bathroom. He stood behind the door for a moment, listening intently for footsteps that would signal Hichigo's disobedience. When none were heard, Ichigo turned on the hot water for his bath.
Ichigo sank into the tub, sighing as the hot water soothed his muscles. Without realizing it, he slowly fell asleep, slipping down into his inner world.
"Ichigo, I will not allow you to drown. Please, do not concern yourself," Zangetsu reassured as a panicked look began to cross Ichigo's face.
"So, what can I do for you?" Ichigo asked, glancing around, wanting to get back to his shower. He didn't notice Zangetsu undressing.
"Ichigo, remove your clothing, and allow me to fuck you," Zangetsu commanded, gripping Ichigo by his chin.
Despite how startled he was by the command, Ichigo removed his clothing slowly as if he was performing a strip-tease. He grasped the bottom of his shirt and slid it up his body, revealing his tan, muscular chest. He took a step back when Zangetsu reached for him.
Once he had removed his shirt and was completely naked from the waist up, he wiggled his hips slightly for two reasons: He wanted it to be a more erotic sight for his viewer, and his cock ached from lack of attention.
The shirt was tossed in Zangetsu's direction.
Zangetsu was impatient. He tackled Ichigo to the ground and ripped off his pants. "That will be enough of that, Ichigo. I'm hard enough without you doing that," the zanpakutou spirit growled at the teenager, who was struggling under him.
The sudden appearance of Hichigo caught their attention. His mouth dropped open at the sight of a naked Ichigo under an equally-naked Zangetsu.
The interrupted lovers glared at Hichigo, and Ichigo turned his head away, huffing angrily.
Zangetsu easily tied the hollow up with spirit ribbon, and he was forced to watch as Zangetsu began to fuck Ichigo roughly.
"Wait! Why the fuck am I tied up?! I want to join in the fun!!" Hichigo cried. "Ichigo, tell him to untie me! Ichigo!!"
"N-No! This is... ahh... punishment for—Oh, God—this morning!" Ichigo spat out with difficulty as Zangetsu increased his speed.
"But, you hit me twice, and I have a bruise on my jaw! Isn't that punishment enough?!" Hichigo struggled with the ribbon, eyes on the couple.
Ichigo let out a particularly loud moan, ignoring Hichigo.
"Hey! Answer me, damn it!"
"You heard what Ichigo said. You will be quiet and behave yourself until Ichigo is satisfied. Next time you want to play with your toys, let him know first," Zangetsu answered calmly, feeling close to his release.
"W... Who said there will be... mm... a next time?"
"Please, don't deny it, Ichigo. You enjoyed most of it. Plus, you can use the toys on him."
Before Ichigo could reply, Zangetsu crushed their lips together, swallowing up the scream that was ripped from his throat as the zanpakutou spirit emptied his seed into Ichigo.
Hichigo's lips trembled as he fought the urge to cry. The realization started to sink in. Ichigo was pissed off at him for this morning. The hollow had just thought it would be fun. He didn't know that Ichigo wouldn't like it at all. "I promise not to do that again without your permission! I'm sorry for hurting you so bad! Please, forgive me!"
Hichigo's head hung down in shame, hating the weakness he was showing.
"That's all I wanted to hear, but no sex for you tonight," Ichigo panted, enjoying his release.
Zangetsu kissed Ichigo's chest affectionately, wrapping his arms around the teenager possessively.
"Tomorrow, though, I'm putting you in that harness," Ichigo smirked.
Hichigo perked up, answering with a smirk of his own.
"Deal. And you can use that wax. You can put it anywhere you see fit," Hichigo promised as the ribbons released him. Instead of jumping up to swing on a cloud, he woke up in the tub in Ichigo's body.
A grin curled his lips, and he continued with the bath that Ichigo wasn't able to start. However, he hissed when pain bit at his penis. There was a large blister on it, and the hot water wasn't helping it. "Why didn't he say something before?"
Hichigo used his hollow healing powers to repair the damage.
After the bath, he crept to the hidden office in the closet, searching for the candle. When he found it discarded on the desk, he was angered to discover that it was a normal candle, not the sex candle he had asked for. "No wonder he was hurting so bad."
Hichigo stifled a yelp when Isshin surprised him by grabbing his arm.
sorry about the slight hichi ooc but,…oh hell its my story and I'll do what I want. I wanted hichi to have more feeling then the one in his dick.