Hichigo leaped away in shock. "Don't do that!"
"Why are you in control of my son's body?" Isshin asked suspiciously.
"Ichi was in the tub again, and he went to his mind's world. Zangetsu put me in charge for now," Hichigo answered nonchalantly. "But I have a question for you."
"Oh, really? What is it?"
"Where did you get this candle?"
"At the sex store. Why?"
"Did it say 'safe for sex'?"
"I didn't read it. Why do you ask?"
"This is a normal candle that burns hotter then the sex candle, and I used it on Ichigo! It burned him badly!" Hichigo shouted, heaving the candle at Isshin.
"Is he all right? How bad is it?"
"I have healed him already. Don't worry about it."
The ringing of a phone broke the silence.
"Hello?" Isshin answered after digging his cellphone out of his pocket. "Really, now?"
Hichigo raised an eyebrow at his 'father's' change in expression.
"Yeah, I'll be there in thirty minutes. Bye," Isshin hung up the phone. "I'll leave Ichigo a note and tell him in person later. Behave yourself."
Zangetsu showered butterfly-kisses on Ichigo's neck and collar bone, careful not to leave any marks.
That was Hichigo's job.
"Aah… Zan…get... mmm… su... What… about… my… nnnaaaghh… body?" Ichigo panted as Zangetsu touched him.
"I have Hichigo in control, so don't worry about it," Zangetsu paused in his kissing to speak, hearing a whimper from Ichigo. He moved down the teenager's body to nip at his side, delighting in each moan and gasp.
Ichigo bucked his hips, desperately needing attention in his lower region.
Zangetsu ignored the attempt to persuade him and dragged his tongue down to Ichigo's abdomen, tracing the muscles.
Ichigo moved his hands down to pump himself, but his hands were bound in spirit ribbon above his head. "No!" Ichigo whined, arching his hips.
"Now, now, Ichigo, it's not nice to jump ahead of me. You will find release soon enough." With that, Zangetsu nibbled on Ichigo's inner thigh, forcing a yelp of pain and pleasure from him. He slowly blew warm air on Ichigo's already throbbing cock. That little motion earned him a moan and an arch of the back from the shinigami. Finally, he placed a butterfly kiss to the tip.
Ichigo screamed out in ecstasy when he released his seed. He lay panting in post-orgasmic bliss. But it didn't last long; Ichigo's cock was growing hard again.
"You know, you make him beg tomorrow to find his release," Zangetsu informed Ichigo.
"I can, and I will," Ichigo smirked. However, it wavered when he felt incomplete. He wanted Zangetsu inside him.
"What do you need, and how badly you need it?" Zangetsu taunted.
"I want you to fuck me! No, I need you to fuck me! Please fuck me hard!" Ichigo arched his back invitingly.
"So impatient. I suppose I'll have to teach you some patience. Now, behave, and get ready for this," Zangetsu pushed a seeded finger into Ichigo's entrance.
Ichigo spread his legs widely, wanting it deeper. He moaned and bucked his hips, struggling to express to Zangetsu that he didn't want teasing. He wanted the man to fuck him.
Zangetsu knew what he was doing, and he was waiting for Ichigo to cease his impatience.
Ichigo paused in his movements and whined as Zangetsu did nothing.
When Ichigo finally calmed himself, having figure out what Zangetsu wanted, the zanpakutou spirit thrusted his finger in and out of the tight hole, purposely missing the teenager's prostate. Using his other hand to restrain Ichigo's hips, he added a second finger in, continuing to miss the prostate.
When a third finger was added, and the prostrate was never touched, Ichigo whined.
The torture went on for about ten minutes.
Zangetsu was determined to teach Ichigo that he couldn't have everything when he wanted it. Finally, when he was satisfied, Zangetsu removed his fingers and forced Ichigo onto his hands and knees. Placing himself at the loose hole, Zangetsu prepared to thrust in.
Ichigo whimpered eagerly, causing Zangetsu to stop and bend down to whisper, "I see you haven't learned your lesson yet, have you?"
"Sorry, Zangetsu. Please, start when you're ready," Ichigo murmured.
"Don't let it happen again," Zangetsu scolded before he thrust himself into Ichigo to the hilt, slamming into the neglected prostrate.
Ichigo was light-headed and couldn't handle the feeling, collapsing on the ground.
Zangetsu's cock fell out, so he forced Ichigo back up and thrust back in, keeping a firm hold on his hips. His movements were slow but hard.
Ichigo was in heaven, and he was painfully hard. Being fucked as hard as he was now made up for it, but the slow pace wasn't helping him. He wanted it faster and harder, but he was afraid of Zangetsu quitting altogether.
A whimper escaped the shinigami, making him freeze in fear.
"I see. You want it harder and faster, don't you?" Zangetsu asked, pausing in his thrusting.
"No," Ichigo murmured meekly.
"Liar."
The thrusts increased in both speed and intensity, shooting them towards their releases.
Zangetsu relinquished his hold on Ichigo, and he landed on the glass of the building. Zangetsu himself dropped to his knees weakly above Ichigo, panting.
When he had caught his breath, he waited for Ichigo to do the same.
"Damn, how long have I been here? I have homework to do." Ichigo grumbled. "And speaking of this, that damn festival is making me go to school on Sundays for the next two weeks."
"Don't concern yourself about the work; it is easy enough for you to do in one hour," Zangetsu assured dismissively.
"That's not the problem. It's the poem or short story I have to write," Ichigo sighed.
"Again: don't worry about it. Hichigo has started on your homework, and he will finish that for you," Zangetsu said, sitting. "So, relax, and let Hichigo know that you appreciate what he is doing for you, such as healing you and the bit of homework he's doing right now."
Ichigo gave a small laugh. "Don't worry, I will." With that, Ichigo disappeared and reappeared in control of his body.
Hichigo glanced around confusedly at being pushed out of the body.
"Hey, sorry about that," Ichigo apologized with a bow of his head.
"No, it's okay. It just surprised me, that's all." Hichigo waved off the bow.
Standing up, Ichigo said, "Thank you for healing me and doing that God-forbidden homework I had."
"It's alright. I'm glad to help, King," Hichigo smiled. "Now, I have an idea."
"What is it?"
"Trust me, okay?"
"Whatever it is can wait until I'm done with my homework."
"It needs to. I need to get it ready. See you in about an hour," Hichigo waved, disappearing.
About an hour and a half later, Ichigo finally completed his work. He glanced over at the bed hopefully, eyes drooping.
Suddenly, the presence of his hollow mingled inside his body. "Oi, King, are you ready for your surprise?"
"Yeah... Where to?" Ichigo yawned. He felt himself being pulled into his mind's world.
"We're here," Hichigo whispered excitedly, tugging Ichigo towards something.
"What?" Ichigo muttered, turning around. The sight that greeted him surprised him greatly.
A huge bed contained black sheets and pillows with a black canopy with red trimming. It stood on four hand-carved cherry wood posts.
"Come, and sleep in my arms all night long," Hichigo grinned, extending his arms, beckoning for Ichigo to come forward.
Ichigo smiled tiredly, and they climbed into the bed together, falling asleep instantly.
Zangetsu stood on a nearby building and smiled at the two sleeping teenagers, knowing that Ichigo was happily away in dreamland, and Hichigo had done one hell of a good job on his writing assignment.