The Embrace of Fire and Ice

A/N: Umm, welcome. This being my first story (and first time writing sexy things) I'm really quite nervous and am not really sure how far I'm going to take this story. So if it stops randomly one day, I'm sorry. BUT I think I like the current plotline..so..maybe this one will actually get somewhere. Because I'm the sort of person that just..writes. I don't plan ahead too far, so most warnings and such tend to go to waste, so if this suddenly becomes sappy halfway, I apologize in advance. Sorry this chapter is so short, I'm rather terrible at beginning things...and, reviews are always appreciated.

He could feel the heat, the warmth invading him. The sloppy wet kisses trailing down his body. The penetrating pleasure rocking him to the core. He closed his eyes and let the warmth envelope him. And then it was gone.

Clear, turquoise eyes snapped open. Delicate fingers grasped the sheets as he forced his body into a sitting position. Wincing at the pain lancing down his spine as he limped to the large window. Ignoring the wad of cash sitting on the night stand he stared out at the darkened streets of the Rukongai district, a place he found himself frequenting much more of late.
After dressing in a tiny pair of black leather shorts, a black vest and studded black boots he slipped off his leather cuffs and collar and pulled on a plain cloak. Pulling the hood up, over his eyes he slipped the cash into a hidden pocket and strode calmly out of the dingy hotel room and onto the streets.

Hitsugaya Toushiro stood at the window of his office staring blankly at the quiet scene before him, stacks of finished paperwork were piled neatly on his desk.
“HITSUGAYA-TAICHOUUU!” squealed Matsumoto, bouncing into the room, “here’s the newbie~” she grinned bounding up and smothering Toushiro in her abundant breasts. Right on cue, a young boy walked quietly through the door. He had fiery orange-blonde hair, a bound rat’s tail trailing down his back and inquisitive crimson eyes. Just behind his left ear he had a thin plait of hair, at the end of which hung a black feather and two black beads.
“You must be Raien.” Stated Toushiro after extracting himself from Matsumoto.
“Hai.” Raien replied, his voice smooth and confident, “and you must be Hitsugaya Toushiro.” Toushiro did nothing besides nod, his eyes taking in this new shinigami that would be joining his ranks. A silence fell over the room as the two young men sized each other up. Matsumoto stood awkwardly in the corner watching the silent exchange with curiosity. After a few more moments Raien extended his hand and grinned. “Pleased to meet you, Hitsugaya-taichou.” Not taking his eyes off him Toushiro returned the gesture, and the tension in the room lifted like a blanket.
“Uhh, let me show you to your room.” Offered Matsumoto before slipping her arm around Raien’s and pulling him from the room. Toushiro waited for them to leave and the door to be firmly closed before sitting down at his desk. He shuddered, he could still feel Raien’s eyes on him, as if they were staring straight into his mind. As if he saw everything. He buried his face in his hands and sighed, this was going to be troublesome.

Night fell over Soul Society. Most were asleep, and most would assume that childish, innocent Hitsugaya Toushiro would be among those resting in their quarters. How wrong they were.
Sweet little Hitsu-chan was dressed in tight leather pants, a tiny black top and boots that were more buckle than boot. All in all, the outfit left little to the imagination. He slipped into his worn leather cuffs and buckled up his collar. Pulling on the same cloak as the previous night he left for the club in Rukongai where, even if you were recognized as one of the most powerful shinigami captains, no questions were asked. He strolled right into the ‘special’ section of the exclusive club and slid off his cloak. Immediately he was approached by a few men, eager to get their fingers on the famous Shiro-chan. Refusing them he walked towards a dark man sitting in the corner.
“You’re late.” The man stated.
“Forgive me, Master, I wa– “ the man didn’t give him time to finish his excuse instead he backhanded him across the face. Toushiro fell to the floor, his eyes wide, but submissively staring at the floor.
“I don’t like excuses, you know that very well, don’t you? Shiro-chan.” the man leant down and took Toushiro’s chin, forcing him to look him in the eye, “I might have to punish you for that.” He snarled. Toushiro’s eyes widened further, the fear coursing through his veins sent blood straight down to his cock. The man held his eyes for a moment longer before leaning back and looking pointedly at his own crotch. “Suck.” Was the simple command. Toushiro hesitated for a moment, fully aware of their audience, before leaning forward and unzipping the tight pants his Master was wearing. He freed the engorged length from it’s confines and opened his mouth. At first he took only the head in his mouth, swirling his tongue around and earning an appreciative grunt from his Master. Before long he was swallowing the entire thing, right down to the base. He grazed his teeth lightly over the sensitive skin and suddenly he had a strong hand at the base of his skull holding him in place. Toushiro simply relaxed and allowed the man above him to face fuck him to completion. He could feel his Master on the brink of cumming and prepared to swallow all of it, if he wasted even a single drop of the precious substance he would be severely punished. A few more erratic thrusts and his Master came thick and steady down his throat. Try as he might Toushiro couldn’t help the cum that leaked out the corner of his mouth. The hand let go of his head and he pulled up, off the now limp member.
“I thought I told you not to waste any.” Came the husky voice from above him. Toushiro looked up his eyes wide, “I’m sorry Master.” He whispered. The man leant forward to put his mouth right beside his ear, “Be more careful, next time I won’t let you off so easily.” Came the gentle warning.
“Yes Master.” His Master looked up at the audience they had gathered,
“Maybe I should have you pleasure our audience, don’t you think?” Toushiro shuddered but said nothing. “Hmm, maybe not tonight then.” Reaching into his pocket he retrieved a black leash and attached it to Toushiro’s collar. “Time for the real fun to begin.” He grinned before leading Toushiro to a pre-booked room.

Four hours later, Toushiro woke up to an empty hotel room. This time there was no wad of cash on the night stand, his ‘Master’ had special privilages, never once had he paid. Toushiro stood up and limped to the tiny ensuite bathroom and looked in the mirror. The angry welts criss-crossing his back wouldn’t scar, but they would take a while to heal too. He sighed, that would mean that he wouldn’t see his Master for a while, he never played with Toushiro when he was injured. Making his way toward the shower he turned the water on, he hissed as the hot water splashed against his fresh wounds. After a while he stepped from the shower, clean and refreshed. Slowly, he towled himself dry, careful not to agitate the wounds on his back. After dressing he slumped into a small chair situated by the window. Closing his eyes he debated whether he should rest the next day or come back and risk slowing the healing process of his back. His sensible side won out in the end and he resigned himself to a few nights of boredom. Shaking his head he stood up, pulled on his cloak and made his way out of the hotel.