Yumichika and Ikkaku said they'd speak on the issue that evening. Ichigo managed to get through breakfast with more ease than he had before, but he kept avoiding talking about what happened the day before. Yumichika gave him space to think. He knew that this was not going to be easy. Choosing to take on this life that he and Ikkaku led was a commitment. It wasn't to be taken lightly. Finally, they headed back out to the training field. Yumichika wanted to see how Ichigo did today. He needed a good gauge on where he was emotionally and also physically. This time, though, Ikkaku was coming and would help Ichigo instead of doing other things for the taichou. After the day before, they needed someone as experienced as Ikkaku to make sure Ichigo didn't get overtired or hurt enough to lose control again. Until Yumichika had a chance to assume control of him, he needed to be watched carefully. Before they could even come close to that point, they had a lot of information to go over with the shinigami substitute.
Halfway through the day, when they broke for lunch, Yumichika could tell he was already losing control. They sat under the tree while the recruits ate and he looked at him.
"You're reiatsu is spiking, Ichigo," Yumichika said finally.
"I know, it just…I can't stop it. I've always sucked at controlling my own reiatsu, it just leaks out everywhere, and I just don't know what to do about it," he answered, glancing over where some of the recruits were sparring.
"Can you make it until this afternoon or do you want to return to the rooms?" Yumichika asked carefully.
"I'm fine," Ichigo said, but Yumichika could tell he wasn't. His focus was faltering even as he cross blades with Ikkaku.
Yumichika bit his lip and looked at Ikkaku as he obviously compensated for Ichigo's blatant openings. Yumichika could tell that it was nothing to do with actual exhaustion, though. He had a feeling that the hollow was attempting to wrest control away from Ichigo again by forcing him into an injury. He was going downhill quickly, and if they didn't intervene soon, he really was going to let the hollow have control out of sheer exhaustion of will. Ichigo needed focus, and soon.
After the break, Yumichika clapped loudly and looked over the recruits. "Everyone, please listen. I'm going to be occupied the next few days. Your instructions are simple. Be here every day, continue sparring and working on your techniques. The fuku-taichou or Ikkaku will come and check on you periodically, so no slacking off!" he called.
He then walked over to where Ichigo and Ikkaku were watching him. He looked between them. "Up, both of you. We've got some things to deal with that are more important than these recruits, anyone can train them," he said, turning and walking away. Ikkaku helped Ichigo up and they headed back to their quarters.
"Couch," Yumichika said, gesturing to the sofa and both Ikkaku and Ichigo sat down as instructed. Yumichika disappeared into the bedroom.
Ichigo frowned and looked at Ikkaku. "Is this about what we were talking about this morning?" he said quietly.
Ikkaku nodded. "I'm certain," he responded as Yumichika came back, dressed now in a dark blue yukata and holding several pieces of paper which he placed on the table before them. Ichigo glanced at it and back at Yumichika who sat down in the large chair to the side of them.
"Do you understand what we're talking about, Ichigo?" Yumichika said, looking him over.
Ichigo swallowed. "Um, I don't, not really. I'm confused. Really confused by all this. I feel different and last night I slept without the nightmares and I don't know why."
Yumichika nodded, crossing his legs and steepling his fingers under his chin. "Okay, I know this is something that is in the world of the living as well as here, but the names and ways we do things may be different. When you were bound last night, you subconsciously allowed yourself to relax. You were held, both safe and keeping others safe. Even though the bindings were not strong, more for sensation than for actual binding, you relaxed because you were unable to act on the hollow impulses of destruction."
Ichigo nodded. He guessed that made sense. "Yeah…" he said.
"Now, Ikkaku and I have a unique relationship. I control the relationship. I believe the word commonly used is the dominate one. Ikkaku is submissive to me," he said. "However, Ikkaku is sexually the top in our relationship," he said thoughtfully.
Ichigo shook his head. "I don't understand. Isn't that the same as being dominate?"
Yumichika smiled. "Not at all. Top in this case refers to the fact I enjoy being the receiver, and he enjoys being the giver. However, I control what he does. Much in the same way if I were female instead of male."
Ichigo nodded. "Okay, I got that part…but I don't…what do you want to do that is going to help me?"
Yumichika smiled. "I want you to become mine, and that's never happened. I've always enjoyed my relationship with Ikkaku and was quite satisfied to remain as such. But you need someone to take control, and I have to admit, I desire to be the one to do that," he said, smiling softly.
"What do you mean by take control?" Ichigo asked, leaning into Ikkaku as his energy began to flag again. Ikkaku's body felt warm and comforting against him and he almost felt himself giving into the fatigue.
"It depends on how much control you want to give up, Ichigo. Ikkaku and I carry on our relationship in the bedroom, or in our quarters, but nowhere else. That is what we desire, how much control he wishes to let me have. My control over you can be like that, or it can go further, it depends on your desire," he said with a nod.
Ichigo thought about it for a long moment. "You mean, like out there, in Soul Society?"
Yumichika nodded. "If you wish. It would mean giving up almost completely and nearly becoming a different person. And accepting that others would see what we are. But you would simply allow me to take care of you and focus on the internal battle for control you are fighting. That is the advantage. I only bring this up because while bedroom play is fun, I'm not certain that it would be enough to help you. And to be honest, I am not certain if you are interested in the sexual aspect of what I'm proposing. Sex is a byproduct of this, and certainly carries its own rewards, but it is by no means a requirement. This sort of relationship can be done with no sexual aspects whatsoever."
Ikkaku ran a hand over Ichigo's back and found to his amusement the younger man arched into the touch and practically purred at the attention. "But if you want this, it means there is no more no between you and Yumichika. You'll be agreeing that whatever he decides is what you will do. There are no safe words, no taking back your submission."
Yumichika shook his head solemnly. "No, that is too far, Ikkaku, no I won't go that far. My Master and I had a relationship similar to what I'm proposing for several years, but like I am about to do, he offered a safety net for my use if something changed. If you want to do this, live like this, because this is a life, not simply a bedroom romp or being tied down so you can sleep, I insist on some controls, not for you, but for me. I will take complete control, but if at any time you wish to rescind that, Ikkaku is your safe person. Anytime, no matter what is happening, you may request to talk to Ikkaku alone, and I will leave the room immediately and allow it. Then, Ikkaku may come to me, or you may simply discuss what is on your mind with him. There will be no penalty and no punishment for such actions. Because Ikkaku and I have a different dynamic, outside these walls we are separate and neither of us controls the other, he would become the one person you are completely free to speak to about anything. Your bedroom would become your safe room. In there, you are free to do as you like, and if Ikkaku and I enter, the roles are removed and we are just as we are now. And no matter what is happening, I cannot stop you from leaving and going into your room."
Ichigo nodded slowly. His mind was reeling from what they were saying. The idea of giving up all the control of his life to someone else was so damn attractive. He wouldn't have to deal with anything anymore, anything except the hollow and the powers that were trying to break through him into the world around him. It would help him quell the insatiable hunger that was gnawing at his very soul. Even the problems inherent in the idea were solved by having Ikkaku there as an outlet, so if he were scared or worried he could ask him and not interrupt the relationship dynamic he would build with Yumichika. That, he could tell, was essential, because it was that dynamic that would keep the hollow at bay.
"Okay," he said softly. "I want that. I don't even want to think for myself anymore, I just want to stop. If I don't…I might just explode, Yumichika."
Yumichika nodded slowly; he was honestly surprised he didn't want to think more on the issue. "Okay, first, go through the list on the table. Those are things that you are willing and not willing to do or have done. Before this begins, I want to know what you want and don't want because once we are in this, you won't be able to tell me. That's a part of it. Think long and hard about what is written there, and be honest. There is an outline of my expectations, and there is also an outline of what I am expected to provide for you. Again, the sexual aspect is not necessary, so there are separate sets of lists for sexually related acts. There is another lists of items, things that you would be willing or unwilling to have used on you. If you have any questions about anything, talk to Ikkaku. He is well aware of everything on those lists, I have copies he filled out long ago. I have to go talk to the sou-taichou and let him know what we're attempting."
Yumichika got up and changed back to his shihakuso. He honestly hadn't expected him to agree to it. At least, not at first, so he had thought it would be the next day before he went to the head captain. Instead, the yearning was killing the young man, he could see the struggle on his face. He needed release in more than one way. Before long he was let into the head captain's office and he bowed to the old man.
"Sou-taichou, I wished to inform you of my attempt to help Kurosaki control the hollow and the powers he has gained," he said with a nod.
"And what method is that?" he asked, not looking up from his paperwork. "I was informed that there was no known way to aid the shinigami substitute."
"A Total Power Exchange between us," he said.
The head captain looked up. "Really? Will it work?"
Yumichika shook his head. "We do not know, but I've spoken with Urahara-san, and he agrees that something must be done or he will lose control of the hollow, and be destroyed by Soul Society."
The head captain was quiet. He, of course, knew about Yumichika and Ikkaku, and they were not the only ones in Soul Society to have this type of relationship. However, a Total Power Exchange was nearly unheard of, at least in the last few hundred years. The situations had existed before, long before Yumichika and Ikkaku were even thought of in their world. The head captain had seen this before, and sometimes it had helped, and sometimes it had been catastrophic. There had always been those in their world that had been handed more power and responsibility than they could possibly handle. Doing this, giving up to someone else some of that control, was a way to focus.
"So you will make him your slave so that he can control his hollow," he muttered. Truth be told, that was the part he was not inclined to like.
"No, sir, I will not have him as a slave, that is not my way," he said gently, knowing the disdain that most people carried of the term when applied to the type of relationship. He had never considered Ikkaku his slave, not even for one moment. "I do not treat Ikkaku that way, and will not treat Ichigo like one. He will be precious to me, and I will treat him as such. I have already posited a solution to the problems inherent with the relationship, and that is to give Ichigo a safe room as well as making Ikkaku his safe person so he can communicate through him if something needs to change."
"And what of the public perception?" the head captain asked, now watching him.
"It will be as it is. I cannot change that. He will be collared and I will assume public control of him. It will be up to those around him as to how they react. He will not be kept from his friends, or his training, but he will abide by the rules I set at all times, even when alone or with others," he said with a nod. "Otherwise, this will not work, and he won't ever learn control of the immense power he holds. If he has someone that is restricting him from the outside, he may learn to control it from the inside," Yumichika said with a more insistent nod. He was hoping that it would work.
The head captain looked thoughtful. "This is more about the control aspect than anything, I hope. He will not be forced into things he doesn't want to be forced into."
There was no question to the head captain's words. Yumichika knew that it would be this way. "He is deciding those things as we speak, informing me of his limits and desires before it has begun. I will offer him a consideration period, two weeks, for him to decide if he wishes to make it permanent. In reality, this period would be much longer, however, we simply do not have the time to waste. We will meet after two weeks and assess his progress and decide if we wish to continue."
The head captain leaned back and looked thoughtful for a moment, then his Yumichika saw his eyes open wide enough for the younger shinigami to see the color. "I will monitor this progress as well. And if there is any indication of improper behavior, I will put a stop to it."
Yumichika nodded. "I understand, sir. I will not lie, sir, I desire him. But that is not something I would have acted upon if I was not in this position to help him. I assure you, I will never let harm come to him while he is in my care."
"See that that is the case," the head captain said and turned back to the papers on his desk.
Yumichika bowed and left the office and flashed back to their quarters.
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"What is this?" Ichigo asked, pointing out a list labeled "General Protocols".
"Those are the hard rules that Yumichika sets, meaning the things you don't break. Ever," he said with a smirk. "Unless of course you want the punishment."
Ichigo nodded and looked over a list of punishments. He arched a brow at some of the things. "What's 'figging'?"
Ikkaku snickered. "Um, yeah, I guess you wouldn't know about that. That's where you take a ginger root and use it like a butt plug."
Ichigo frowned. "Wouldn't that…you know…burn?"
Ikkaku nodded. "Yes. For a bit, and doesn't hurt for very long but it can be quite…stimulating. Not something we've ever done. I don't mind sucking cock, but there is nothing going into my ass."
Ichigo nodded. "Is it…nice?"
Ikkaku frowned. "What?"
"The sex stuff. I mean, there's a lot of it listed here…" he said, thumbing through the lists. "There's stuff I've never heard of."
"Yeah, well, shinigami have long lives to figure out ways to entertain each other," Ikkaku said with a snort. "But yes, it is quite nice."
Ichigo's mind worked. He was reminded of the hollow, always chiding him and teasing him for his inexperience and telling him he needed to just go get fucked already. Ichigo always chastised him for his vulgarity, and told him he simply didn't have time for that. That was true, honestly. Granted, he had been a normal teenager, and done some self-exploration in the shower a few times aside from the normal masturbation. He found when he touched himself down there it excited him and he got off a lot faster. More than once he'd gone to websites and looked at things like toys and he'd watched a few porn videos in his time. Nothing seriously twisted though, but looking down the list he realized how much more there was to the world of sex than someone putting a cock in an empty hole.
He blinked and frowned at the papers. He hadn't marked anything out. Nothing. He looked over it again and realized that most of the things, he wanted to try, just to see what they were like. He blinked, rethinking that. Was he a closet pervert? He shook his head.
"What's the matter?" Ikkaku said, returning from the kitchen with a glass of juice for him.
"Oh, just, if I, you know, want to try this stuff, does that make me…like…weird or…a pervert or something?" he asked, glancing up at him.
Ikkaku sighed heavily. "No, it wouldn't be on there if someone didn't enjoy it. You do things that feel good, even if they include having your girly ass boyfriend beat you with a whip until you bleed. Which I do enjoy now and then…"
Ichigo smiled and looked back down. So he wasn't weird. Even that figging things sounded interesting… He grimaced and marked off anything to do with vomit, feces, or mucus. That was just nasty, he thought. Binding. He glanced over it and didn't see anything that put him off and went on. Toys and objects. He looked down the list and stopped. "Ikkaku, what's a sounding rod?"
Ikkaku grinned. "Man I should let you find out on your own but I won't, I promised I'd answer anything. This tiny metal rod that you stick in your urethra while you're hard. Feels fuckin' amazing…"
Ichigo nodded and went on. He didn't see anything he wasn't willing to do. He went on and there was a page dedicated to what he wanted protocol to look like. He looked down the list, checking off nearly everything. He was willing to give up control of food, sleep, bathroom use, hygiene, physical exercise. There was another section listing what particular protocols he wanted to have enforced about daily life, including if he was willing to have vocal training used. He said yes, and moved one. Another section asked if he wanted his Dom to explain scenes beforehand or go into them blind. He sat back and thought of that. He'd rather go blind, he thought, heightening the sensations and the experience, he thought. Playing with other Dom/mes and subs was the next one. Again, he checked it off, along with the next question about having sex with others besides his Dom. He didn't care; he'd do whatever he was told as long as he didn't have to make the choices from now on. His head was already aching from all the things on the paperwork. He turned to the next one and sighed.
"There are entirely too many ways to have sex," he said out loud, getting a laugh from Ikkaku.
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When Yumichika entered, Ikkaku was in the kitchen preparing something to eat and Ichigo was still looking at the papers he had been left with. He looked to be almost through them. Yumichika headed to their room and changed into his yukata again, and went to the closet where he stored a box. Inside were various items, some things from Soul Society, others that he'd collected from the World of the Living. He rummaged around the various items until he came across the thin, white collar he was looking for. Ikkaku had worn it a few times when they'd begun their relationship, but otherwise, it had remained untouched. It had been the very first item Yumichika had ever bought, and it would suit the consideration period once again as it had when Ikkaku had donned it.
When he came out he saw that Ichigo had sat up, apparently done. He had a deep red blush staining his pale cheeks and Yumichika smiled to himself. He moved up behind him and snapped the white collar into place. Ichigo started and reached up to touch it with a frown.
"For consideration, you will wear this for two weeks, and in that time, you will not break from our roles, do you understand?" Ichigo looked up and nodded to Yumichika. "At the end of two weeks, I will take this off, and when I do, we will discuss if it is working and if you wish to continue. The rules of this first two weeks are simple, you do what I tell you, and if you do not, you will be punished. You do what you are told, and you will be rewarded. You are mine from this point forward, mind, body and soul, and there is no denying me whatever I ask of you. Is this what you wish to happen? If you have any doubts, now is the time to convey them. Once you've agreed, you lose your ability to change the situation unless you relate it to me through Ikkaku. I will not hurt you, and everything I will do is for your own protection and to help you. Some may be simply to test you, and some things will be for other reasons. But you understand, by agreeing to this, you no longer have a will of your own?"
Ichigo swallowed and nodded again, eyes wide, and a blush still staining his cheeks. His heart rate had sped up and he wasn't sure what to expect, but he knew he had to do something.
"Say it out loud, Ichigo, tell me that you willingly agree to this," Yumichika said with a curt nod.
"I agree to this, to giving complete power over me and everything in my life," he said, eyes centered on Yumichika's violet ones.
Yumichika nodded and took the papers from him to read them carefully. He was surprised. He had expected Ichigo to attempt to retain some form of control by eliminating some of the things on the lists of activities. He had barely marked anything as off limits for them. Yumichika looked up at Ichigo's wide brown eyes.
"You are sure? Because this is what I will base our activities and your rewards and punishments on. You are completely able to make this non-sexual if you wish. To control you, I do not have to have you in that manner," he reiterated, making sure Ichigo understood. "I won't force you into a sexual relationship with either myself or Ikkaku if you don't desire it."
Ichigo swallowed, ducking his head. "But…I think I do…" he said quietly.
Yumichika felt a slight trepidation. "Ichigo, have you ever done anything like this? Have you ever had sex with anyone?"
Ichigo shook his head and Yumichika grimaced. "Are you certain this is what you want? You realize that I'll take your first time through this." Yumichika could almost not hide the lust that was beginning to throb through his being at the thought that not only was Ichigo desirable, he was also a virgin, ready to be molded and shaped into whatever Yumichika wanted him to be.
"I put down everything there. I am agreeing completely," Ichigo said with a nod of his head. "I know what I want, and what I need, and I am sure this is what I need and want because I don't know what I need, and I need someone to tell me, if that makes sense. And I seem to have been…um, affected by the listings..."
Yumichika glanced at Ikkaku who was still pouring water off the noodles. "Very well, as long as you understand what you're telling us you are willing to do, and by what you put here, you haven't indicated you want to limit very much at all. You are giving me free reign to do things like have Ikkaku have sex with you under my instruction, allowing me to require you to wear things under your clothes, and public displays of your obedience if I desire it."
Ichigo nodded sharply. "I understand," he said, his gaze going to his hands which were twisting nervously. "I'm trusting you completely."
Yumichika nodded and stood up, taking his papers and filing them away in the drawer with Ikkaku's similar papers. He went back to see Ichigo waiting still on the couch. "Let's eat dinner first, and then we will begin."
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"Yo, king," came a familiar voice as Ichigo's eyes fluttered open in the inner world.
He was floating because the place was filled with water. Zangetsu stood on his flagpole, the ball of which was the only thing remaining out of the water. He was staring at him as he floated in place by his feet. He saw Shiro, what else was he supposed to call the white bastard, and frowned deeply at him as he stood in the air over him.
"What do you want?" he said morosely.
"You gotta handle this, King, really. They're gonna kill us if ya don't," Shiro said watching him. "I don't want to take over because they'll kill my hollow ass in a heartbeat, but ya ain't doin' too good. I feel the hunger too, you know. That's why I want out so bad."
Ichigo closed his eyes. "It is just too much. So I'm going to do what I have to do to save us," he said finally opening them.
"You're letting him have us?" Shiro said, dropping down into the water beside him. Oddly, he didn't look too concerned.
"Me, you're in here," Ichigo said with a sigh.
"Are you sure? What he wants, I've been listening, you won't even be able to do the slightest thing you want on your own, and if he wants to beat ya near to death, ya can't stop him," Shiro said warily.
"But you would. I'm not afraid, at least, not of Yumichika and Ikkaku. I'm more afraid of what will happen if I can't maintain control. And I know I can't. You consumed so much power in Las Noches…and I'm just not that strong," he said, blinking slowly as he sighed.
"But you will be," Zangetsu said, finally speaking. "It will work, Ichigo, what they have in mind. At least, it will work if you let it. Give up to him. You know Shiro will protect you should anything turn bad, and I do not believe you have to fear Yumichika as a master. He is kind hearted, and he is choosing to do this for the right reasons. Until you learn control, you must be controlled. You understand this already, Ichigo. And I have not released your full potential yet, so if the time comes that something breaks my control of your shinigami powers and the Quincy powers…there will be more problems."
Ichigo nodded and blinked, sitting up with a start and realizing he was sitting on the sofa again. Both Ikkaku and Yumichika were looking at him. "Sorry, Zangetsu wanted to talk to me, and the hollow."
Yumichika nodded. "Obviously, the Zanpakutō spirit is something I can't expect you to completely ignore. And if the hollow finds it necessary to speak to you, I won't keep you from it. It is important you tell me what is happening, though."
Dinner had gone simply enough and then it seemed the moment he sat on the couch he'd been sucked into the inner world. He bit his lip.
"It's drowning," he said thoughtfully. "My inner world," he said, looking at his two…friends? Companions? He wasn't sure what they would be called.
"Tell me," Yumichika said, smiling softly at him.
Ichigo swallowed. "When I'm sad, or when I'm upset, it rains. And at the worst, it floods. And I've never seen it so bad. The skies are black and Zangetsu is soaked to the bone. Shiro, the hollow, he's concerned that we'll both end up destroyed if I can't control the powers. And…Zangetsu said he's holding back my shinigami power already, and my Quincy power…"
Ikkaku and Yumichika exchanged glances. "Wait, you're telling me, you have Quincy powers? Since when are you a quince? I didn't think that was possible. And your Zanpakutō spirit is holding them back?"
Ichigo nodded. "He said I'm not ready, a while back, he explained that I couldn't handle the full release of my power. That's why each time I fought here in Soul Society I got stronger, because he was steadily releasing more and more of my power. But he told me that to learn control I had to be controlled."
Yumichika nodded and glanced at Ikkaku. "That's the idea," he said. "Now, you have your collar. Do not remove it, even for a moment, unless I tell you to do so. When asked why you're wearing it, what do you think you'll say?"
Ichigo shook his head. "I don't know?"
"You will say it is my collar. And what will you call me?" Yumichika leaned toward him, maintaining eye contact with him and not allowing him to break away.
Ichigo shook his head, eyes wide. Yumichika nodded. "Yumi-sama, just as Ikkaku does. And you will call Ikkaku Ikkaku-sama. Master may also be used, if you desire. Despite the fact I am his master as well, he is also your master. Do you understand that?" Again, Ichigo nodded.
"The first two weeks, they are to introduce you to the life you are agreeing to. We won't be in public often, but we will go, and you will be in front of other shinigami and your friends. You still answer to me, and if you are disobedient in public, you will be publicly disciplined, but in this period, nothing too serious, you aren't ready for that yet. For that reason, you will not disobey no matter what I say, is that clear?" Yumichika's gaze had Ichigo locked into it and Ichigo found he couldn't look away no matter how he wanted. Instead he nodded, holding his eyes still.
Yumichika sighed and looked him over. "This is your last chance to back out of this, Ichigo. Are you sure that this is what you want?"
Ichigo swallowed and closed his eyes. "Look, I just can't do it anymore. I was nine when my mother died in front of me, and I was convinced I killed her when it was a hollow, and then I thought it was after me, and it was, but also her, because she was a Quincy. My high spiritual pressure drew it, though, and later one, drew more. And then I become a shinigami to save my family, then I get drawn into this whole conflict between soul society and Aizen. I had to save my family, I had to save Inoue, and I'm just…tired. I want to give up, to just stop trying so hard…I don't know if this will help, but I want to try, I'll try anything because if the hollow takes over, he'll kill and I don't want anyone I love to die."
Yumichika nodded. "And you are okay with the sex aspects? I'll remind you there doesn't have to be sexual relations involved."
"I…want you to do whatever you want with me. I need…I don't know what I need, and I need you to tell me," he said finally, drawing a shuttering breath. "And…I want to do those things. I have always lived up here, and never given into my body and the demands of it, and spent more time training and less time just enjoying sensations."
Yumichika nodded and stood, taking his hand and nodding to Ikkaku who got up as well. "Then we begin, my sweet pet," Yumichika said with a soft smile. "The last thing I'll tell you is that if at any time, you feel the need to stop, if you are in pain or something is wrong, you will have to indicate it to me. If you cannot speak, tap twice with your fingers against me or Ikkaku. If you can speak, use the word red. If you are unable to do either, I will provide something with which you can let me know of a problem. Now, come."
Ichigo was nervous, but he stood and allowed himself to be led by the hand into the bedroom that Ikkaku and Yumichika shared, and now he supposed, that he would share with them since the other room was designated to be his safe room. It was also where Zangetsu was kept along with his shihakuso after tonight.
Ichigo hadn't been in this room before so he wasn't sure what to expect. He didn't expect it to be so…normal. In the center of the room was a large bed, equivalent to a king sized in the human world he thought, with lots of pillows across the top where the headboard was slatted wood. The bedding was plain black, and there was nothing directly around the bed, almost like there was a pathway around it. There were cabinets along the wall that were closed, however, and Ichigo had a feeling that what was contained in them was something he was going to learn in short order. Ikkaku shut the door and took his kusodo off and hung it on a hook behind the door.
Yumichika turned and face Ichigo. "Strip," he commanded, standing back and watching.
Ichigo swallowed, his face flushing immediately and he hesitated, perhaps a bit too long because he felt a stinging slap to his face and flinched as Yumichika was standing in front of him.
"I said to strip," Yumichika's voice was low. "You must answer when I tell you to do something, pet. And you do what you are told immediately."
"Y-yes…Yumi-sama," he said, blinking owlishly at the petite man. Ichigo swallowed convulsively for a second and then untied his kusodo and took it off. Ikkaku took it from him and then he untied the obi and pulled it away, again having it taken by Ikkaku. His hakama dropped don his slender legs then, leaving him exposed. He dropped his hands down to cover himself but flinched as Yumichika slapped his hands away.
"Do not cover yourself in my presence, pet. You will never do so. No one else may see you like this without my permission, understood? Not even if you are injured, you will come to me first. If you do not, you'll be punished afterward." Yumichika waited a moment then walked around him, noting the slight tremor. He reached into a box near the door and came around in front of him and snapped two leather cuffs to his wrists, then two similar ones to his ankles. Ichigo recognized them as the ones they'd used to restrain him before. They were soft and quite comfortable, actually. All four were imbedded with rings and he could tell they were strong. Once he was done he came around in front of him and looked at him with the cuffs and smiled briefly.
"Now, we have a matter to deal with. You lost control recently. That is not permitted. You will be disciplined for that, and every time you let yourself lose control. If you do well, and are a good pet for your punishment, I'll reward you. Now, on the bed, on your stomach, and don't move."
Ichigo swallowed and then stammered, "Yes, Yumi-sama."
He scrambled onto the bed uncoordinated and unsure and Yumichika knew he was going to have a long road training him but tonight he would go easy on him. It was the first time, and first scene, after all. He turned to Ikkaku.
"Bring me the black paddle," he instructed.
It was a very soft paddle and would serve as a good initial punishment. He hadn't used that particular one in a very long time. Ikkaku preferred the hardwood one with the holes drilled through it when he had a paddle used on him. Ikkaku bowed his head slightly and went to the far right cabinet.
Ichigo's heart was racing by this point. He was lying on the bed on his stomach and trying very hard to be still but finding it difficult to not look at what was happening. He heard movement and clothes and then he felt the side of the bed dip. He held the urge to look.
"Up," Yumichika said and Ichigo looked up and saw that he'd put on a white yukata and was sitting at the edge of the bed. Ikkaku was standing beside him holding his arms behind him. Ichigo wasn't sure what he meant by "up". He started to say something as he got to his knees on the bed, but Yumichika grabbed his hand and pulled him toward him.
"Over my lap," he said, indicated his legs. Ichigo's eyes widened. He wasn't sure about this; he thought and tried to remember he'd agreed to this already, he'd indicated no problems with this sort of thing so why should he be surprised by it? He said he'd punish him. And he needed it, as some sort of consequence that he had to face. Despite his resolve, he shook his head slightly, and saw Yumichika's eyes narrow. "Pet, if you do not do as you're told, I will punish you much harsher. Is that what you would like?" Ichigo swallowed and gave a shake of his head and slid off the side of the bed and again hesitated as he stood beside him.
Suddenly, he felt himself falling forward and gasped as his body contacted the legs under him. Immediately, instinct tried to kick in and he tried to stand back up, but there was a loud click and he realized his hands had been cuffed to a ring on the floor in one smooth move by Ikkaku. Ikkaku moved back by Yumichika's left side. There was a click and Ichigo realized that his ankle cuff had been clipped into something on the floor. He still struggled a bit but there was nowhere he could go to in this position.
"Tch, such a naughty pet already. You will learn, though, my sweet pet. Now, Ikkaku, hand it here," Yumichika said and Ichigo felt something smooth and soft sliding against the skin on his ass. It was soft enough to be considered a caress, and then there was a loud twacking sound as Yumichika brought the heavy leather encased paddle back and swiftly back down, making Ichigo gasp out and jerk.
"Ow, please stop, no," he whimpered into Yumichika's leg. Yumichika had spread his legs out to distribute Ichigo's weight more evenly and to offer more support.
"Ichigo, remember what you must say if you need me to stop. Otherwise, no, I will not stop, and if you are not quiet, Ikkaku will gag you, now that's two extra swats for speaking while being punished," he said and brought two slaps down in quick succession, one to each pale cheek. He yelped each time the paddle connected and it was feeling like his rear was on fire. His face was also flushed bright red, but he wasn't sure if it was embarrassment or the position he was held in.
Then Yumichika began in earnest, swatting him with hard, random hits of the paddle, making sure to bring his rear to a bright red by the time he paused and looked over his work. Ichigo was sobbing into his leg now but had quit asking him to stop. To be honest, more than half of the swats that Yumichika had doled out could have been avoided if Ichigo had simply kept quiet. But that was part of this. Ichigo had not once uttered the word red, though, nor indicated he was in trouble. He handed Ikkaku the paddle back and ran his hands over the hot, reddened flesh. Ichigo whimpered and flinched at the touch of Yumichika's cool hands.
"There, now pet, it is over," he said gently, reaching down to release his ankle as Ikkaku released his wrists and stepped back.
Ichigo stood up and stared at the floor covering himself again, embarrassed but at the same time, he realized he was incredibly aroused, and he was trying to hide it. Yumichika stood and slapped his hands away and smiled at him. "Ah, pet, did a paddling get you that excited?"
Yumichika reached behind him and squeezed the heated flesh and he whimpered as the pain flared out from the touch. But at the same time, he couldn't hide the state of his arousal. Yumichika smiled at him and ran a gentle hand over his hair and down his shoulders.
"Come here, pet," he said. "You did so well under your first punishment, I'll reward you now, my pet," he said and pushed him down on the bed. "On your stomach again," he said with a nod at him.
Ichigo swallowed, trying very hard not to focus on the tingling burn in his flesh. It hurt but somehow it felt good at the same time. He was focused on that feeling and it coursed through every part of his being. It was like the feelings were linked together, the aroused state he found himself in and the stinging burn he felt. It was as though the two things were somehow twisted up together in ways he'd never imagined. Every movement shot sensation up his spine, and it was like he could finally feel.
He jerked though when he felt something warm and wet touch his raw flesh. It was a tongue, he realized, wait, he though, glancing over to see Ikkaku standing beside the bed. It was Yumichika's tongue. After a few minutes of excruciating pleasure at having him lick the raw flesh, he felt Yumichika's finger began to trail down the crevice, followed by his tongue. Ichigo felt his legs pushed apart and gasped as Yumichika's slender finger touched him gently, and then he felt his hot tongue press against his entrance and he whimpered. Yumichika laughed and then plunged his tongue inside and Ichigo let out a long low moan. He was moving a lot and then felt Ikkaku grab his wrists and then he couldn't move them. He felt pressure on his legs and realized his legs, too, had been secured.
Yumichika continued licking at his sensitive entrance, and worked a finger in beside his sinful tongue, and Ichigo was panting openly now. He'd never felt anything like it. He thought he would quite possibly come just from being touched like this. Then he felt Yumichika move and his hips were lifted and something slid down his cock and he felt like he couldn't release.
"There, my pet, that will let you hold out longer, because I'm not nearly done with your reward for being such a good boy for your punishment," Yumichika said, moving back and licking a stripe from the back of his testicles and over his perineum before dipping back into his body with the wet muscle.
Ikkaku stared, always amazed at Yumichika when he did this. He couldn't imagine the sensations of it because he had never let him do it to him. He was fascinated though. It was somewhat a good thing that Shinigami weren't human, else he had a feeling these things would be quite different. The fact that Yumichika was excited more when Ikkaku was sweaty was something he would never understand. He usually didn't like to go down on Yumichika right after a training session, however, Yumichika had so such issue.
Ichigo was whimpering from pain and need by the time Yumichika had worked three of his slender fingers into him alongside his tongue. How could he experience so many sensations at one time? Yumichika stroked something inside him and he moaned and let out a screeching sound that was definitely not human. Yumichika looked over to Ikkaku who shrugged at his partner. He had no idea what that was. Yumichika paused and turned Ichigo's head toward him with his free hand and saw that one of his eyes had changed, the sclera turning black, and the iris morphing gold.
"Ichigo!" Yumichika said sternly and swatted his rear soundly with his open palm. He whimpered and the color began to bleed to normal. "Listen to me. Control it. I have control of you. Now take control of him, or I will have to punish you in a manner neither you nor the hollow will enjoy at all. I'll put you in a chastity device for a good long while until you are begging me to let you out of it. Is that what you want? Control it," he said, petting his hair as he nodded and took in a shuddering breath as the last of the color left his eye. "Good, good, my pet, now you did very good," Yumichika muttered, shifting to kneel between his splayed legs. "Now, do you want to be rewarded for doing such a good job?"
Ichigo's eyes were watering and he nodded. Yumichika snapped his fingers over his right shoulder and Ikkaku unhooked Ichigo's ankles and wrists quickly. Ichigo didn't move, though, until he felt Yumichika guide him to roll onto his back. He laid there and looked up into the rich violet of Yumichika's eyes and waited. Yumichika smiled then and shifted, opening the yukata and pressing his own arousal against Ichigo's straining member and stroked them together. Ichigo moaned and looked even more debauched than he had before, and that was saying something.
Yumichika leaned forward and whispered into his ear. "Ichigo, this is the last time I'll ask, from now on, I won't ask, are you sure about this? Are you sure you want to carry this forward?"
Ichigo whimpered and bucked his hips up against him. "Please…just…I need you inside me, I need to feel you…I'm sure, Yumichika, I'm very, very sure…" he moaned.
Yumichika nodded and kissed his temple gently before he grabbed a tube he'd dropped on the bed earlier and covered himself with an ample amount of the lubricant. It was a thicker one than he and Ikkaku used, but for Ichigo's first time, he wanted to make it as comfortable as possible. He shifted him again, pulling his legs up and over his shoulders. The position would give him the greatest amount of control over Ichigo's body if he felt resistance or that he was in too much pain. He looked down into the substitute shinigami's face for any sign of resistance or fear, and all he saw was want and desire. With one swift motion, he buried himself into the virgin below him and nearly came on the spot. Even with as much as he prepared him, it was tighter than he expected and he saw Ichigo's eyes were watering and he was biting into his lip.
"Shh, relax, you're tensing up, pet, don't, it hurts if you do that, just relax, let your body adjust…" Yumichika said, reaching down to stroke his hair and feeling bad that he was hurting him. It was the first time, though, and once he was more used to it, he'd no longer feel discomfort.
Ichigo hadn't really thought much about the how much having sex for the first time would hurt. It had been somewhat painful but exciting when Yumichika had paddled him, and he found that his body responded to the hypersensation left afterward. This, though, he was half tempted to ask him to stop to take it out of him, that it hurt too much. For a slender man, Yumichika was certainly packing an ample cock in his hakama. He bit back the words, including the words behind his tongue to call for Ikkaku so he could be let out of the whole thing. Calling red never crossed his mind, honestly. He wouldn't do it. No, he had the choice, and he was making it. He could stop this at any time with the call of one name. No, he wasn't going to do it. He wanted this to work. He wanted to control the hollow and the power, and he had no other recourse left. This had to work. If it didn't…he didn't want to think of that. Lives were on the line, quite literally, if he could not focus on the task at hand.
"You have to relax, pet, now," Yumichika's voice was gaining the authoritative tone that made even Ikkaku straighten a bit. Ikkaku was standing at Yumichika's side watching intently.
Ichigo nodded, breath hitching as Yumichika reached down and began to stroke his softening arousal. The pain was subsiding, though, and he pushed back on Yumichika. Yumichika began to move, and when he did, he brushed that bundle of nerves inside him and he gasped, the pain forgotten. Yumichika slid all the way out and then slammed back in, getting a scream out of his pet as he kept pushing back against him. Yumichika snapped his left hand over his shoulder, and Ichigo felt the bed dip and he saw Ikkaku behind Yumichika. What was he doing? His thoughts were shattered though when Yumichika slammed directly into his prostate this time.
Ikkaku knew what the left snap meant, of course. It was the "fuck me now" signal, and Ikkaku, who was sporting a rather painful and unattended erection was more than happy to comply. He dropped the hakama off his body and climbed behind Yumichika, pausing to slick himself with the gel, and waited for Yumichika to still. He pushed his legs apart and drove into him hard and fast, feeling the familiar sensation of him tightening against him.
Ichigo realized what they were doing and felt the increase in weight as Ikkaku began to do the work, his thrusts transferring through Yumichika's body and into Ichigo's. Before long, Ichigo's cock was staining painfully against the ring Yumichika had put there. He whimpered and gasped and finally Yumichika reached down and pulled the ring off. Ichigo's back arched immediately and he came harder than he had ever before onto his and Yumichika's stomachs. Yumichika growled and his hips stuttered a couple times and he followed Ichigo into bliss, filling him fully and falling forward as Ikkaku thrust once more and went over the edge. He'd intended to hold off, but between watching Yumichika play with Ichigo and then actually getting to join them, he couldn't hold off a moment longer.
Ikkaku moved back, falling to his back, and Yumichika followed suit, rolling to the side and grabbing a towel he kept underneath to clean off himself and Ichigo. He smiled as he realized Ichigo had passed completely out. Yumichika finished cleaning them and snuggled in on one side of Ichigo and Ikkaku laid against the other, both hoping he would have no nightmares with them both there to protect him even in sleep. Yumichika's mind whirled madly. Years ago, sitting at the feet of his Master, he'd dreamed of this day, holding someone like this, totally and completely his. He had never thought it would come. He reached over and interlaced one hand with Ikkaku's. Together, they would care for him. Together, they would see that he became greater than he ever was before.