Cue the 'WTF' faces.
Chapter Six
Ever since J and company had arrived, Ichigo had been dealing with triple the work load. Rukia was constantly cleaning up after everyone, and Ichigo was sent on errands for hours on end. It was overly stressful for the whole household, but Shiro seemed to enjoy to company. Ichigo had to admit, he was insanely jealous. J had been almost attached to Shiro's hip the entire time, and Ichigo felt raw anger build in him every time he saw them together. His nerves were paper thin and on the verge of breaking by the second day.
Right now, Ichigo sat in one of the red cushioned chairs in his room with his sock covered feet propped up on the table in front of it. He let out a sigh of relief as his tired muscles started to relax and his body melted into the fabric around him. His chest gently rose and fell with the pattern of Ichigo's calm breathing, and the infamous orange hair was flying in every direction without a care. He was just starting to teeter on the edge of consciousness when a loud knock echoed in his quiet room.
Ichigo woke with a shock, thinking that he had just experienced one of those dreams that make you jump, but when another clear knock rapped on his door Ichigo knew he was actually awake. He blinked rapidly for a moment to wake himself up better, and yawned loudly a moment later.
"Coming, coming." The man complained to himself as he wobbled over to the door on unsteady legs. With a deep huff, the orange-headed man pulled the door open.
"Hiya, Doc."
Ichigo blanched as his eyes landed on J, bloody and wet, standing in his doorway. The dark haired man only offered a pitiful smile while he held a shaking hand over on of his still bleeding wounds.
"J? What the fuck?" Ichigo quickly scampered out of his room and to the other man's side. With sure fingers, Ichigo picked J's shirt up and glanced at the stab wounds littering his stomach. Some were shallow, and a few of them were considerably large in size, but one in particular stood out to the doctor as he took count of all the blemishes. A large gash starting on J's chest and working it's way down to his navel in a crooked line was the worst Ichigo could see right now.
"What in the world happened?" Ichigo watched J's face twist in pain for a moment before he bit his lip and held in a groan.
J let out a shaky laugh and ruffled his hair. "Traffic Cone," he paused and leaned against the nearby wall as his balance weakened, "how about we c-continue the explanations after I'm not bleeding to death in a h-hallway, kay?"
Ichigo's eyes widened at the mention of death, and finally he came out of the shock enough to wrap his arm around the shorter man and balance his weight for him.
"Let's get to the infirmary, just let me call Ishida real-" Ichigo started to fish in his pocket for his cell phone, but his hand was grabbed by one of J's bloody ones.
"Please, no." Ichigo looked at J questioningly, and with a tired sigh J continued with an explanation. "Brother told me not to get into trouble while we were here, and I didn't, not really." Ichigo gave him a hard glare to voice his confusion without actually saying a word.
"Let's just say that trouble found me in-instead." J's eyes dropped. "Come on Doc, imma 'bout to pass out here."
For a moment Ichigo contemplated calling Ishida even if J hadn't wanted that, but the black haired man had started to lose consciousness so Ichigo wrapped his arms around the other man tightly and set a quick pace for the both of them down the hallways to the infirmary. J wasn't heavy, but he wasn't exactly light either. On their track towards the office Ichigo had almost dropped J a few times, but he would never tell anyone that. Ichigo was just hoping that J was too out of it to notice the slips.
Ichigo threw the door to his office open and with practiced finesse he laid J's now still body on one of the empty beds. He ran over to the singular office chair by the lab desk and grabbed his lab coat off of the back of the worn furniture. With a huff, Ichigo stood next to J stubbornly. He almost didn't want to help, but his natural medical instincts told him to fix this guy up no matter how uncouth he was. Ichigo pulled his gloves on tight and looked up to the ceiling with his eyes clamped shut and a drying bloodstain smeared on his cheek.
"God help me." He whispered.
Nnoitra tried to roll over in the overly large bed he was currently in, but found it difficult with the blankets wrapped so tightly around his body. The room wasn't dark, but it wasn't considerably bright either. It was light enough for Nnoitra to make out the objects close to him without trying too hard.
"Fuck." The 'taco-ed' man swore as he wiggled and thrashed until the blankets gave and released him. With a grateful sigh, Nnoitra stretched to get the kinks out of his stiff muscles. With a high reaching arm stretch and a loud crack of his knuckles, Nnoitra finally took stock of the other man laying in the bed a mere four inches away from where he was perched on the edge of the mattress. The top of Shiro's head was sticking out from underneath the blanket, and Nnoitra sneered at the body before shaking him roughly.
"The hell?" Shiro mumbled in a sleepy voice as he rose slowly. The blanket fell away and Shiro's pale broad chest came into sight. Nnoitra smirked as he saw that the pale chest was covered in large red marks and white streaks, just the way Nnoitra remembered from the night before.
"Mornin' Sunshine." Nnoitra laughed heartily when Shiro shot him an annoyed glare.
"Ya should know bett'r than to wake me up early after last night." Shiro grumbled to the taller man as he stood. His legs screamed in protest, and his back protested even louder at the harsh movement, but Shiro ignored it and stood anyways. Nnoitra took in the sight of Shiro's still naked body standing before him with a lustful glint in his eye. It was like a repeat of last night all over again.
"You," the black haired man stood as well and came face-to-face with Shiro while bearing a toothy grin, "should know better than ta stand naked in fron' a me like tha'."
"Oh?" The albino whispered as he leaned into the considerably taller man and wrapped his arms around Nnoitra's thin neck. Nnoitra's body reacted nicely, the nerves on his skin seeming to remember Shiro's touch.
"So, last night was the first time ya ev'r slept with anoth'r dude, right?"
Shiro nodded his head as best as he could with his face pressed into Nnoitra's shoulder. Nnoitra grinned with excitement when a small discolored tongue darted out and pressed against his neck. He shivered as the wet muscle traveled up the expanse of his neck, and after reaching his jawline the appendage went back into Shiro's awaiting mouth.
"Did'ya like it?" Nnoitra bent down, picked Shiro up, and wrapped his arms around the smaller man's body with ease. Shiro smiled, which gave Nnoitra goose bumps; either from being so turned on, or the fact that Shiro's smiled was damned scary sometimes.
Pale lips tickled Nnoitra's ear, and Shiro's warm breath fanned onto his neck as the albino rose from Nnoitra's neck to answer him. He leaned in as close as possible and whispered.
"Hell to the fuckin' yes."