Holding his hand out, Ichigo watched as the scruffy faced taichou poured more of the sake into his cup. He had his mouth open, about to say thanks, when the soft spoken taichou walked into the room, his hair still tied back. Ichigo felt the butterflies that had been quelled by the shot return with a fierce vengeance. Standing up, he approached Ukitake, grateful that Urahara had not tried to stop him.
"Ichigo? Is something the matter?" Ukitake stood in his spot, watching the orange-haired teen approach him.
Knocking back the second shot of sake, Ichigo set it on a nearby bookshelf, then sank to his knees, bowing his head. "Please forgive me for my behavior."
"Ichigo," Urahara spoke from his seat on the couch. "Ichigo, what are you doing?"
"I'm trying to apologize for my horrid behavior. I never properly apologized for my jealousy before, as I stormed out of here the last time they hosted us. And, because of what happened, we never made it back here." Ichigo turned his head, meeting his lover's grey eyes. "Kisuke, I have to do this."
"But you don't." A warm hand touched the orange haired teen's chin, lifting it up gently. "Ichigo, we have seen each other before now. Why is it necessary to you to bring something up something that has been long forgotten?"
His eyes not wavering from the green orbs that looked down at him, Ichigo shook his head. "It hasn't been forgotten by me. I acted like a brat. I had no right to treat anyone the way I did. I...I'm sorry. I'm just, I'm really..."
"How about we save this conversation for after dinner?" Shunsui appeared by Ukitake's side, kissing his still shocked face. "Come along. I'm sure you came out here to inform us dinner is ready?"
"Hai," Ukitake concurred. Ichigo watched as Shunsui led the white-haired taichou into the dining room.
Ichigo stood up from the floor, brushing off his knees, running a hand through his hair. He turned and saw that Urahara was watching him, a small smile on his face. "What?"
"Nothing," Urahara walked over to him, wrapping an arm around his waist. "What were you going to say just now?" He walked with him with a slow gait to the dining room.
"It doesn't matter," Ichigo muttered. "You heard Shunsui. Guess it's not appropriate to apologize." He sat down at the table, looking at the food on the table. "Wow, this looks good, Juushiro." He felt Urahara's leg press against his under the table, as the man sat close to him. Reaching under the table, he touched his lover's hand affectionately, which Urahara quickly reciprocated.
"I'm sorry it isn't that much," Ukitake picked up Ichigo's plate, beginning to serve him. "We had a training exercise that ran late."
"What sort of training?" Ichigo picked up his chopsticks, waiting for the others to have food in front of them before eating. Once Ukitake had served everyone some fish and rice, Ichigo dug into his plate.
Shunsui coughed into his hand. "Well, Kurosaki-san, it's actually top secret information." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at the substitute shinigami, earning a groan from the teen. "What? It's not my fault we have to keep some secrets."
"You can't be serious, right? You're just teasing me?" Ichigo asked, setting his chopsticks down. "Because, if this has got anything to do with what happened in the real world, then I think I have a right to know."
He felt Urahara's hand on his leg, squeezing him gently. Turning to look at his lover, he saw that Urahara wore a solemn look on his face. "Ichigo, there are some things that need to be the way they are. If Kyōraku-san feels that we're not meant to know, then it's better to not ask. There will always be things happening that you are unaware of."
"Ichigo, why don't you tell us more about what happened in the Living World? Shunsui has yet to hear your tale of what you encountered," Ukitake said, raising his water glass to take a small sip.
His shoulders sagged as he knew the older taichou was trying to change the conversation, and rather than act like a brat again, Ichigo knew he should respect the wishes of their gracious host. "There really isn't a lot to tell. You already know what I went through. I know that you know about how the taichou's that were sent there had their limit released."
"Is that so? You didn't tell me that, Juu," Shunsui sat back in his chair. Ichigo noticed the brief look the two lovers gave one another, before Ukitake shook his head.
"It wasn't my story to tell. I knew that they would be joining us for dinner this evening, so I thought I would let Kurosaki-san tell you the story himself."
"Except," Urahara interjected, "that Ichigo was not aware of that event until he told me that he had eavesdropped on our conversation."
Trying not to squirm in his seat, Ichigo felt the heat race to his cheeks, feeling highly embarrassed about being called out by his lover. Both Ukitake and Shunsui laughed, elevating the tension in the room almost immediately. Looking up, Ichigo wore a confused look on his face. "What's so funny?"
"Ichigo, you look like you're in pain. It's okay if you listened. We weren't trying to hide anything from you," Ukitake said, placing his napkin on the table. "I'm surprised you weren't made aware of that the first time the others went to the Living World, when they helped out with the Bounts."
The orange-haired teen shook his head. "I never thought to ask. I was never aware that you were put on restriction when coming there. If that's the case, I mean, not saying that I am that powerful or anything, but why doesn't it matter for me?"
"That is an excellent question, Ichigo." Urahara ate some of his fish, swallowing before continuing. "You do have immense power, but you are still not at the level of the other taichous."
"But I've got my bankai-" Ichigo began, but was hastily cut off by Shunsui.
"Ah, that you do. But have you been taught any kido spells? Have you learned all the ways of the shinigami? Or are you just going on what you've learned through your experiences, with some training thrown in?"
"I..." Ichigo didn't know what to say. He had no real answer, as what the scruffy taichou was all true. He had not been taught any spells, but he had never thought to ask. He just relied on the power that was in him, never thinking about anything else.
Urahara shook his head. "Be nice to him, Kyōraku-san. He may only have what training I've given him, but he can hold his own against these Espada that Aizen seems to be lording over."
"Enough of this," Ukitake said, clapping his hands together lightly. "If there is one subject I do not wish to speak on this evening, it would be him."
"But you just asked," Shunsui began, but stopped as soon as Ukitake held up his hand.
"Are we all finished in here?" Ukitake stood up from his chair. Ichigo looked around and saw everyone had cleaned their plates. "If you all wish to retire to the sitting room, that's fine."
Standing up, Ichigo took his and Urahara's plate. "May I help you clean, Juushiro?" He didn't wait for an answer, as he walked into the kitchen with the empty plates. He heard Urahara and Shunsui get up, and presumably head back to the sitting room. He set the plates in the sink, thinking of the last time he had been in this kitchen, and felt that guilt return in the pit of his stomach, as he began to scrub the plates.
"Ichigo." A pair of arms wrapped themselves around his waist, mimicking the scene he had walked in on, sending the orange-haired teen's head spinning. "Ichigo, you don't have to help with the dishes." Ukitake's breath caused the hair on the back of Ichigo's neck to raise up at its soft caress.
Knowing that if he kept scrubbing the already clean plate, Ichigo was liable to break it. Setting it down gently, he allowed the older man to keep him in his embrace. Sniffling, he shook his head. "I do have to help. I need to make it up to you for what happened before. I shouldn't have let my thoughts run away with false information." He muttered low, biting his bottom lip.
"I said before that there is no reason to bring up that time," Ukitake coaxed him to turn around, leaving the plate discarded in the sink. Ichigo faced him, looking down, scared to look in his eyes. "Ichigo, look at me." Breathing deeply, Ichigo lifted his eyes and looked into his green orbs. "That's better. Now, when I say there is no reason to bring it up, that should be the end of the matter, yes?" His voice was firm, while his lips held a soft smile.
"I guess, but..." Ichigo stopped talking, as Ukitake's finger touched both of his lips with his right index finger, silencing him.
"I know that you and Kisuke have an arrangement. I understand that you have enjoyed Kuchiki and Abarai's company, and I would like to offer to you to enjoy our company this evening. Kisuke said he didn't want to do anything, but I think he was more concerned for your well-being." Ichigo gave a small nod of his head, Ukitake's finger still gently pressed against his lips. "I would like to enjoy both of you this evening, as I'm sure Shunsui would as well."
Taking a deep breath, Ichigo parted his lips to give his reply. "Why not make it more fun? You know this man digs you. Answer by doing something." If there is one place you cannot come out, it's here, Shiro. Leave me alone. "Just do what I said. Make it more fun. Then I'll leave you alone." Promise? "Even if I said yes, you wouldn't believe me. HAHAHAH!" Taking the advice of his inner Hollow, instead of vocalising his consent, he lowered his jaw slowly. Tilting his head a little, he fixed his lips over the tip of Ukitake's finger, sucking it gently into his mouth. He kept his auburn eyes focused on Ukitake's green eyes, observing the quiet taichou's demeanor change almost immediately, as Ichigo rubbed his tongue along his finger. Ukitake moaned low, moving closer to the orange-haired teen's body. Ichigo alernated between suckling on the digit, and licking it, letting a soft moan permeate the air as Ukitake withdrew his finger from his lips.
"Come with me, Ichigo. Let's go find our lovers?" Ukitake took his hand, leading him out of the kitchen. Complying with the older man, Ichigo felt his feet move on their own accord as they walked out to the living room. Where it seemed their lovers were waiting for the two of them, sitting very close to one another.
Ichigo met his lover's eyes, and saw him look down at his and Ukitake's joined hands. With his other hand, Ichigo scratched the back of his neck nervously, shrugging his shoulders. He heard Shunsui laugh. "I take it you spoke with Kurosaki-san, Juu?"
"I did." Ukitake looked at Urahara, following his line of sight. "I hope you're not mad, Kisuke?"
The ex-taichou got up from the couch, and made his way over to the two of them. "Why would I be?" He took Ichigo's other hand, the teen between both men. "Are we retiring for the evening?"
"I thought that would be a good idea," Ukitake let go of Ichigo's hand, taking Shunsui's offered arm, who had appeared out of nowhere, now suddenly next to the soft spoken taichou. "If you'll follow us?" Shunsui and Ukitake led the way back towards their shared bedroom.
Ichigo still felt as if he was outside of his body, his feet moving on their own, vaguely aware of Urahara's hand in his own. "Ichigo, if you don't want to do this, don't be afraid to say no," Urahara spoke quietly. "I don't want you to become upset again." They stopped walking, as Shunsui and Ukitake walked into the bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar for the two of them.
"I know, Kisuke," he groaned softly as he suddenly found himself against the wall. "W-What are you doing?"
Grey eyes locked onto him. "I'm going to tell you right now, that after our last time here, I believe it is their intention to swap this time. Are you going to be okay with that?"
He took a moment to understand what his lover was saying, and felt his stomach twist a little, and not in a kind way. Wanting to show his lover that he didn't care, he met his grey eyes once more. "I won't be jealous. I know that you love me, Kisuke. I know that after all that's said and done, you are my boyfriend. I trust you more than I trust anyone else." As he heard the words leave his mouth, he knew that they were true. Even if that pesky jealousy still wandered around in his mind, making him think he was never going to be as satisfying of a lover as he knew Ukitake was.
"Promise me," Urahara implored, both hands cupping Ichigo's face. "Promise me, that no matter what's going to happen, you will always remember that."
"I'm not the same person I was the last time we were here, Kisuke," Ichigo whispered, afraid to show his lover just how nervous he was about all of this. "Things have changed since then." He leaned forward, kissing his lover with a simple tenderness, wanting to wash away both of their fears.
A soft cough came from the darkened bedroom. "Are you two going to keep us waiting all night?" Ukitake's voice floated out towards them. Ichigo met Urahara's eyes, as his lover's hands were still holding onto his face.
"Coming," Urahara replied with a soft lilt to his voice. Ichigo shivered, his body both anxious and nervous to step through that door. With how serious Urahara had just become, he was not sure just what was going to happen in that room. He exhaled inaudibly, stepping away from his lover. Walking towards the open door with a sense of trepidation in his body, Ichigo stopped in the open doorway, surprised by what he saw.
It seemed that the other two men were antsy to begin the evenings' festivities. Ichigo wasn't sure what he was going to see when he walked into the room, but he was pretty sure it wasn't what the reality was. He figured he would find both men on the bed, perhaps already naked. And, they were just as he thought they would be. Only, Ukitake was in the middle of the bed, spread-eagled in the center, Shunsui between his legs, orally satisfying him. Ichigo moaned low as he watched Ukitake's face, his lips parting with a rather lustful moan as Shunsui's head bobbed slowly up and down. Ichigo felt Urahara press against his back, the ex-taichou's arms wrapping around his body, pulling Ichigo closer to him.
"Now, you two are not playing fair," Urahara's chin pressed down on Ichigo's shoulder, as their hips began to rock slowly together. Ichigo's eyes were focused on the curly-haired taichou, captivated by how his muscular body moved, the defined muscles on his back becoming taunt as his head began to bob more.
Ukitake looked over at them, as his legs spread wider. "Took...too long..." Ukitake leaned his head back, a low moan cutting through their ears. Ichigo saw him pat the bed beside him. "I-Ichigo...please...come over here...?"
"Go on," Urahara nudged him forward with a soft swat against his backside. Blushing furiously, Ichigo walked over to the side of the bed, still watching Shunsui, impressed by how into the act he was. He stood next to the bed, and felt his clothes being stripped off of him by his lover who was back by his side. Nowhere to hide, Ichigo stayed perfectly still, not sure if he should sit down on the bed, or if he should sit near Ukitake's head, or if he should get behind Shunsui. Too many different options with no one to guide him kept the substitute shinigami rooted to his spot.
An idea popped into Ichigo's mind, and before he let his mind debate it away, he acted fast. Sitting on the bed, straddling one of Ukitake's' legs, he bent his back, angling to be below where Shunsui's body was. Once he was satisfied with his position, Ichigo's tongue rolled out of his mouth, and began licking at the taut skin of Ukitake's sac, making sure he was at an angle where he was not in Shunsui's way. He felt his body move as the white-haired taichou spread his legs more, widening himself up to both men. Slipping off of his leg, Ichigo now shared the space with the curly-haired taichou, their eyes meeting as their tongues continued to bathe the writhing man. As their silent exchange took place, the bed shifted once more with the weight of Urahara joining them, sitting next to Ukitake's head.
A quiet 'pop' filled the room, Shunsui pulling his mouth off of Ukitake's arousal. Ichigo took the opportunity to let his wet muscle lick the base of him, tasting both the sweet taste of Ukitake, as well as a hint of sake, left behind by Shunsui. He moaned low as Shunsui's tongue swept against his, their tongues moving in succession with each other, the white-haired taichou making noises Ichigo had never heard him make before, albeit muffled. Glancing up, he saw that his lover's arousal was painting Ukitake's lips as he teased the head of his cock against his moist lips, the sight sending Ichigo into overdrive. He moaned low as he felt Shunsui move away from him, giving him full access to Ukitake's arousal. His lips slipped further down, taking the man completely into his mouth, focusing on both his and Urahara's low moans.
He was so involved that he naturally spread his knees apart, not realizing that there was someone guiding him to do so. He could only feel the soft ridges of Ukitake's arousal sliding back and forth against his tongue, as the quiet taichou thrust his hips in a slow manner, pushing himself in and out of the substitute shinigami's mouth. As he pressed his nose against Ukitake's kinky curls, his eyes flew open as something wet pressed against his entrance.
"I'm only preparing you," the soft rumble of Shunsui's voice rolled over his body as the man's tongue licked his entrance once more, this time agonizingly slow. Ichigo whimpered, pushing his hips back towards the man's mouth, the feel of his tongue incredibly different from Urahara's. He heard his lover moan his name, no doubt enjoying how he was displaying himself. He felt Ukitake's hand slip through his messy hair, pulling gently. Ichigo rocked his hips, moaning louder around the taichou's arousal, as Shunsui's tongue began to dip into his body, the unique sensation quite pleasurable. He wanted to just allow himself to feel, but didn't want to neglect Ukitake's swelling problem. Rolling his hips, Ichigo began to suck harder on Ukitake, the man's hips moving with his own. He glanced between his legs and cried out loud as he watched Shunsui's hand begin to cup his sac, the gentle touch going straight to his own cock.
Ukitake's arousal fell from his mouth as he moaned loud. "Please..." Ichigo moaned, quickly putting his lips back around the crown of Ukitake's arousal, sucking vigorously on him. He spread his legs more, his chest touching the bed as he tried to push Shunsui's tongue deeper into his body, as well as feel more of his hand, hoping that it would slip up higher than his sac. He heard his lover's pants begin to increase, the soft moans washing over his body. Ichigo swallowed Ukitake down to the hilt, looking up at the two men above him. He groaned low, watching as Urahara began to release, the tip of his arousal barely inside of Ukitake's mouth. He stared as the milky fluid shot into Ukitake's mouth, the soft taichou's moans becoming garbled as he began swallowing the treat down. Ichigo sucked faster, wanting to taste Ukitake's own release, finding himself perilously close to his own orgasm, even with Shunsui's torture. He felt the soft taichou begin to throb in his mouth, his hand tightening in Ichigo's hair. With a hard tug, Ichigo opened his throat and began to swallow down the sweet liquid, moaning at its bitter-sweet taste.
Lifting his head up, Ichigo began to lick Ukitake clean, wanting to make sure that there was nothing left behind. He moaned as Shunsui began to lick his entrance once more, not realizing the man had stopped as he had been too busy concentrating on making the taichou come for him. He placed his hands on the bed, lifting his chest up as he tried to push back against Shunsui's lips, his hand refusing to glide upwards. He felt the bed shift again, almost making him lose his balance. The legs which he had been between were suddenly no longer there, Ukitake now laying a few centimeters away, tangled up in Urahara's body as the two of them watched his pathetic display of neediness.
"Ichigo," Urahara's low moan made his body shiver as he looked up into his lover's eyes. "Don't be embarrassed. You look so beautiful right now."
"I...I do...?" Ichigo moaned, gripping the bed tightly as Shunsui began to suck gently on his entrance, the gentle suction making his mind go blank. "Aahh..."
"Oh, yes," Ukitake concurred, sitting up a little to watch the two of them. "I'm sorry, Ichigo, but I tend to enjoy the sweet torture, and it seems that Shunsui is doing to you what I like. Do you want him to stop?"
"No!" Ichigo was quick to reply, mewling as Shunsui's hand began to tease his sac. "No, please don't..."
With a final lick, Shunsui pulled himself away from Ichigo's body. The curly haired taichou's arousal was suddenly in his face, the impressive girth quite daunting to Ichigo. Looking into the taichou's brown eyes, Ichigo's tongue began to sweep across his arousal, coating it liberally with his spit. He pulled his head back, as he placed his lips against the crown, just as he had done for this man's lover only moments ago. He swallowed as much of him as he could, but found that at the odd angle, and the size of his cock, he was unable to swallow as much as he would have liked. Shunsui rocked his hips a little, before pulling himself out of Ichigo's mouth.
"That's good," Shunsui cupped Ichigo's face, the substitute shinigami turning his head to place a kiss in the center of his palm. "I will go slow, alright, Ichigo-kun?"
Ichigo nodded his head, watching the man move to be back behind him. Turning to face the front, he saw both his lover and Ukitake watching him, as their bodies moved slowly together. He saw that Ukitake was hard once more, and could see his lover's arousal slipping slowly in and out of his entrance. Moaning low, Ichigo felt Shunsui begin to push against his entrance, the tip making him spread his legs apart more to pull it inside of his body. Ichigo gasped loud as Shunsui began to push further into his body, moving at a very slow pace, as he had stated he would.
"Ichigo," Urahara's soft voice forced his head to look up at him. "Breathe deeply, and he'll go in more for you..." His soft command had been punctured with low groans, as Ukitake began to push his hips backwards, the soft taichou's hair falling over his lover's shoulder, as their bodies rocked together.
Breathing deeply, Ichigo gripped the bed more, a low groan sounding from his throat as Shunsui finally pushed himself all the way in. He could barely feel the man's hands on his hips, too overwhelmed by the girth that was inside of him, his body not used to feeling this stretched. Taking a few more deep breaths, Ichigo lifted his head, looking back at the curly-haired taichou. "M-Move..." His voice stuttered, unsure if that was what he really wanted, but it was too late to go back.
Ichigo cried out, his voice cracking as Shunsui did as he requested, the feeling of him beginning to move was almost too much for his body. Ichigo looked up and saw that both Ukitake and Urahara were staring at them, the sounds of their bodies slapping together filling the room. He saw Urahara's hand wrap around Ukitake's arousal, both men moaning softly as they watched both Ichigo and Shunsui. Gripping the bed tighter, Ichigo gave his attention to the man behind him, closing his eyes to block out the minimal pain that was occurring. Soon, the pain was gone, replaced by the exquisite feeling of being completely filled. He rocked his hips, urging the man behind him to move faster, and was soon rewarded with a hard thrust, his vision turning white as the man hit his sweet spot dead on. He heard a scream, not realizing it was himself that was making the noise, as Shunsui began to pound into him harder, each thrust pushing his body to its limit. Ichigo let go of the bed, and pressed his upper body down, pushing his hips back against Shunsui's hips. His mouth found his prize, his tongue rubbing along both Urahara's hand, and Ukitake's arousal. Urahara's hand soon found its way into his hair, as Ichigo's lips slipped back down over Ukitake's cock, sucking hard on the man, his moans becoming muffled. He could hear Shunsui's grunt with each thrust, as Ukitake began caterwauling, Urahara's relentless pounding and Ichigo's mouth sending the taichou's body into overdrive. Ichigo cried out around Ukitake's length, as Shunsui's hand found his aching arousal, stroking him fast as he thrust harder and deeper into his body. Ukitake began to throb in his mouth, and soon, Ichigo was swallowing down the sweet liquid once more, moaning low. He felt Urahara's fingers pull on his hair, making the substitute shinigami scream as his own orgasm hit him hard. He felt Shunsui push deep inside of him once more, before groaning low as he found his release moments after Ichigo.
The four men panted erratically, each in a different state of euphoria. Ichigo slipped off of Ukitake's arousal, resting his head on the bed as the lower half of his body stayed in its current position. He heard Urahara slip out of Ukitake, both men grunting at the sudden loss. Blinking a few times, Ichigo gave his lover a small smile, pleased that he was not at all upset in any fashion. There was a slight tug and soon, Ichigo found his whole body was now pressed against the mattress, the act of Shunsui slipping out of him made his body fall.
"Are you okay?" Shunsui chuckled softly, pulling Ichigo to lay higher up on the bed, next to where Ukitake and Urahara laid. "I should have warned you." The soft caress of the man's facial hair against his neck sent shivers down Ichigo's body.
Meeting his lover's grey eyes, Ichigo watched as Urahara nuzzled the side of Ukitake's neck in a similar fashion. "It's okay," Ichigo smiled. "You two aren't going to leave us now, are you?"
"Do you want us to sleep in here with you?" Shunsui's arms wrapped around his body naturally, Ichigo relaxing against his burly chest. "Juu and I can do whatever you two would like."
Ichigo tried to meet his lover's grey eyes, but saw that they were closed, and heard a soft snore fall past his lips. Shaking with silent laughter, Ichigo looked back at Shunsui. "Well, considering your lover is trapped, I would think it would be best if you two stayed in here."
"Did he already pass out?" Ukitake said, trying to turn over. "Yes, yes he did." He chuckled softly.
"Seems like you wore him out, Juu," Shunsui snuggled closer to Ichigo's back. "I am glad you two decided to come here this evening."
Leaning back, Ichigo nodded his head. "I am too." He looked over at Urahara, smiling as he watched his lover sleep. "Since he's asleep, there's something I wanted to ask the two of you about."
"Oh? And what's that?" Ukitake asked quietly, all of them speaking in soft whispers.
"I wanted to ask you about what it was like when Kisuke was a taichou."
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A/N: Anyone want to take a bet how long Kisuke is going to stay asleep? ;) Up next, an interesting conversation. Thanks for reading!