[Dicontinued] Fire and Ice

WARNING BEFORE YOU READ THIS CHAPTER: This chapter contains a VERY sadistic RAPE scene between two men. If you don’t have the stomach for it, please don’t read it. The summary is at the end. We want critique…not flames because you were dumb and read it when you shouldn’t have. Thanks! –Management

Title: Fire and Ice

Author: BrucesGirl and R. Brightside

Pairings: Kurosaki Ichigo/Kuchiki Byakuya (Hints of Other Pairings)

Summary: Ichigo is called to replace Renji as Vice Captain temporarily. Sparks fly between Byakuya and Kurosaki, and they aren’t necessarily the nice sparks.

Warnings: Yaoi, Anal, UST, Angst, Hollows coming out to play…

Disclaimer: We don’t own Bleach or Ichigo or Byakuya because we are not Kubo Tite. If he were a friend of ours, we’d force him to draw a Yaoi Omake of Toshirou and Kira-kun.

Note: The more drama the better…we promise…there is a point for this! Also, to the incredibly intelligent reviewer who caught that the Hollow’s name is Ichigo’s name in reverse…on one of the later chapters of the Manga, in Kanji, it labels the Hollow’s name as a mirror opposite of Ichigo’s. While there is no Kanji substitute in Engligh, his name backwards will have to do.

Chapter 10: Ikasoruku Ogichi and Byakuya’s Red Blood


Ichigo closed his eyes, his grip on Byakuya firm. "Aa." The Vice Captain took a deep breath, holding his lover closer, tighter. "I love you." He'd never had so much difficulty expressing his feelings to someone... or perhaps, love was different. Zangetsu warned him in the back of his mind, telling him how foolish he was to practically sell his soul to Byakuya.

Yet, Kurosaki Ichigo didn't care, the only feelings he had wrapping around his lover. He had signed a contract that even his Zanpaktou couldn't cut through, but he felt whole, fulfilled, and he treasured the feeling.

Byakuya considered the confession for a moment before pulling Ichigo to his futon and laying them both down in a tangle of limbs and fervent kisses from Byakuya against Ichigo’s chest. He couldn’t say it to Ichigo, but he knew it was the truth.

No matter how much he wanted possession over Renji’s wild spirit and how much he wanted to contain them both, he had made his decision in Kurosaki Ichigo over Abarai Renji. He paused his heated kisses to Ichigo’s chest before looking up into those beautiful brown eyes. “Renji wants to compete for you.”

He laid a kiss against the boy’s chest right over his heart and gazed up at him, a submissive expression on his beautiful face. “And I told him that I could not possess you. That in the end, you would make the decision for yourself.” He pressed his lips to Ichigo’s chest. “Love me because you choose to. Or love Renji.” Byakuya loomed over the boy, his blue eyes intent. “Make your decisions wisely. One day, you will take your father’s place as a Captain.”

Ichigo was slightly taken aback by the rush of kisses, and he found himself smiling softly at Byakuya, before pushing his lover onto his knees and sitting up. He wrapped his arms around the usually stoic captain, and pressed a kiss to Byakuya’s chest, above his heart, and then trailed his kisses upwards, until his lips were teasing his lover’s earlobe
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“I should remind you that we’ve already gone over this whole possession thing. I’m yours, and you are mine. It’s a fair deal.” He murmured softly, nibbling on Byakuya’s ear with a widened smirk. “And not drinking sake in front of others was one of our rules, ne?” Ichigo was referring to the sake that was still evident on his lover’s breath, and he seemed to be taking a great deal of satisfaction from it - after all, he liked play.

Byakuya gazed at Ichigo evenly, his stoic expression almost out of place as his hands ghosted over the bronzed skin of his lover. “I am a Captain.” Byakuya insisted. “I can drink what I want.” Even as he said the words, a spark shone in his eyes that indicated he was goading Ichigo into a bit more aggressive behavior. “It’s not the same for Vice Captains. You must be obedient to your Captain.”

Byakuya made no indication that he was joking, but his fingertips dusted down the lithe muscles of Ichigo’s back, and his nails dug in slightly. Finally tired of being completely gentle and affection, Byakuya made a sudden growl and raked his nails down Ichigo’s back, drawing deep ruts of blood in the tawny skin in a mark of sudden possession.

His frustration leaked out a bit, and he gazed up at Ichigo seductively. “So now I’ve drank sake and injured you, Kurosaki-fukutaicho.” He declared firmly. “There’s nothing you can do.”

Ichigo had winced as Byakuya dug his nails in, and hissed when they were run up his back. He growled softly, knocking Byakuya onto his back. "Oh, I can't do anything?" He growled, the playfulness that he had felt previously lost in a tide of anger. "You forget, Taicho," The teen snarled, his Riatsu growing fierce. "That I am not your vice captain. Merely someone filling in for Renji while he heals." He pressed his face close to Byakuya's, eyes burning with anger.

"So I will show you your punishment." He pressed his lips roughly against his lover's, biting down on his lower lip hard enough to leave an indentation where his teeth had been. Scathing, violent nails ran along Byakuya's chest and hips, not caring if they drew blood or not.

His head dipped, and his body trembled for a moment, and when he looked up at his lover again, his eyes had reversed in color, and a Hollow mask adorned one side of his face. His body pinned the stoic Captain’s beneath him, and his Riatsu was well hidden. He chuckled softly, fingers dipping below the golden hakama to stroke Byakuya to erection, ripping off the fabric and pushing two fingers into the 6th Division Captain’s mouth.

“Suck on them, or I’ll give you something bigger. Bite down, and I’ll kill you.” His voice was a low hiss, the Hollow Riatsu now barely detectable, still Ichigo’s, and hidden.

Byakuya had never felt fear in his life except around Ichigo. But now, he wanted reprieve from his sins against Renji.. “I-Ichigo.” He actually whimpered out as his lover grasped his erection and began to roughly stroke it, making his body fill with pleasure and pain at the same time, mixing punishment with pleasure. This is what he had wanted.

He wanted to be hurt and to bleed for what he’d done. His Riatsu that would have normally been furious and full of rage at such treatment laid down, and it gave off a defeated, submissive aura that rolled around him like a blanket of sorrow. He submitted to the Hollow form of Ichigo, taking the fingers into his mouth and sucking on them heatedly, arching into the biting nails of his lover.

“Please forgive me.” He whispered. He needed someone to forgive him. Even as his face betrayed no fear and no emotion, his heart sang differently to his soul. All the years he’d spent, quiet, stoic, and without reprieve from his cruelty and coldness poured out of him as he raked his nails down the Hollow’s shoulders. “Ichigo…Please…”

The Hollow's grin widened. "You like this?" He removed his fingers from Byakuya's mouth, and pushed them roughly into Byakuya. "'M not sure the Bastard would forgive me for breaking you... he might not let me come out and play again." His face lowered, a chuckle seeping past his grin. "But every one of us knows you Shinigami are masochistic whores."

As if to prove his point, two more fingers shoved thier way into Byakuya. "You all love it. Every one of you, your faces twisted with ecstacy as we fuck you raw." The Hollow sat back, and pulled the stoic captain up with him by his hair, and then down again.

Pulling down the waistband, his eyes showed his amusement as his erection was exposed to the Shinigami. "Suck it. Don't put your teeth anywhere near it, unless you don't want your koi-bito to be dickless."

Byakuya consoled himself in the fact that he deserved this. He needed this penance. He emitted a soft grunt when the first fingers were shoved roughly into him, and then, blinding pleasure as the Hollow’s touch stabbed into his prostate, a relief from his pain momentarily before they were shoving into him again.

He flinched at being called a whore, and then, his soft grunts became the first scream ever emitted from the Kuchiki’s throat. It echoed out through the surrounding houses, and he could feel himself tear and bleed over the digits shoved into him. All of them…Tousen…Aizen…Ichimaru? He arched his neck and took Ichigo into his mouth, his skills far surpassing anyone less aged than him, and certainly the best that Ichigo had ever had.

"Good boy. Good little whore." He felt Byakuya tear around his fingers, and he laughed as he felt the blood seeping on his fingers. "You really do know how to use your tongue, don't you? How many dicks have you had in your mouth, I wonder? Maybe you got so far in life with giving head." A tongue, abnormally long with a point, flicked across his lips and the mask, and the Hollow's eyes turned predatory, sadistic.

"Such a good little whore. You reckon you deserve it, don't you? For all these horrible things you've done in the past." He pushed Byakuya further down on his arousal, forcing his head to move at the pace he desired. "Well, The more you enjoy it, the harder it is for me to. So quit it. Cry, scream, anything. This is rape, you crazy whore. You're not /meant/ to enjoy it. But, of course, you're a Shinigami, aren't you? You all enjoy this so much, you forget all about us. How do you reckon we feel, hmm?"

It hurt. Byakuya wasn’t enjoying it. But that the same time, the harsher the Hollow became with him, the more peace came to Byakuya’s heart. He felt his throat stretch and then rebel against the thick organ shoved harshly into it, and he gagged, the contents of his stomach dangerously threatening to come to surface. His strong arms suddenly pushed back on the hips of his Hollow lover, and he gasped for breath as the organ was dislodged from his throat and pulled from his mouth.

“I…have never mistreated a Hollow.” He gasped. He’d sent so many of them to peace, and even a few to hell…but he’d never forced them to wander forever to be lonely and empty. “Ichigo…” He leaned forward and then took the boy into his mouth willingly, sliding his lips down his erection.

An idea occurred to Byakuya, and he hoped that he could aim it just right…Discreetly, he wet a finger with his own saliva, and with an accurate aim, he pushed the finger into Ichigo and curved it against his prostate before the Hollow could fight him off. He began to stroke it repeatedly as his lips passed over the boy’s sex over and over again. This time, he would be giving the pleasure instead of receiving it.

The Hollow growled, and then let out a soft grunt of appreciation. He felt a slight stab of pain at the penetration, but that was drowned out by the rubbing of the bundle of nerves within him. He massaged Byakuya's scalp with the tips of his fingers, a low murmur of something passing his lips.

As he felt the low curdling of warmth in his abdomen, his grin widened considerably, and he pulled Byakuya off of his erection just in time to watch his spend spatter the stoic Shinigami's face and hair. The Hollow pulled his fingers from the torn entrance, and pushed them against Byakuya's lips.

"Lick your blood away, whore. You're really very pathetic, breaking like that. Your comrades have withstanded more, I know. Lick away your weakness, and start again. I'll punish you if you do it again."

Byakuya balked at the sight and scent of the blood on Ichigo’s fingers… His blood. He scrambled back from the Hollow in a tangle of limbs, but he couldn’t reach the bathing room quick enough before he expelled the contents of his stomach into an empty water basin next to the futon.

The heaving continued, and with the heaving came tears, heavy and constant although he made no sobbing noises. He heaved up the last of the contents, and he collapsed on his chest on the floor next to the basin, face smeared with Ichigo’s release and blood pouring down his thighs from the Hollow’s rough treatment of his body.

His fingertips pressed into the floor as the tears silently rolled down his cheeks, his face otherwise stoic and eyes empty and lost. The great Kuchiki Byakuya laid on the floor of his bedroom, blood staining his thighs and release splattered across the delicate skin of his face. Like a whore. And he knew he deserved it. “Forgive me…” He whispered again.

"Tche. Weak. All you Shinigami are." The Hollow wiped his fingers on the futon, staining with white sheets with dark red. "Ahh, well. Next time, I'll be rougher. Cope with it, Kuchiki Byakuya." And with that, the Hollow retreated into the depths of Ichigo's soul, and the exhausted body fell backwards, chest heaving as Ichigo finally regained his body.

And then, his memories of what had occured. He couldn't move for minutes, the Hollow taking it's sweet time to pull back entirely. He could see Byakuya out of the corner of his eye, and he regretted getting so angry with him. He looked horrible... as soon as his eyes turned hazel once again, Ichigo sat up immediately. "Byakuya..." The blood on his lover's thighs, the blood on his fingers.

"Byakuya, I'm so sorry. I overreacted... I got too angry." Ichigo paused, his eyes downcast before flicking towards the sobbing captain. "Do you... want me to leave?" He wanted so badly to reach and caress him, tell him how sorry he was. He didn't want all of this to happen... it just did. "Or do you want me to stay?"

“You let him loose.” Byakuya whispered. There were no inflections in his tone, and he didn’t move from his place. He watched Ichigo from the corner of his eyes, and then, as if though it took a great effort from him, he eased himself up off the floor, and his eyes gazed at Ichigo in reproach and odd calculating peace.

The tears had stopped flowing, but in his eyes, a distinct, innate fear of Ichigo’s presence lingered, and it further showed as he stepped back carefully, nearly stumbling in his weakness. The further he backed up, he closer he came to the wall, and he came back flat against it, his unwavering gaze still trained on Ichigo’s face.

“Chire, Senbonzakura.”

He spoke the command softly without his eyes even glancing away from Ichigo’s face, and the blossoms whirled around Ichigo to rest in the floor between them in a perfect, scattered line made of sakura blossoms to protect Byakuya from any further harm.

"Byakuya..." Ichigo reached out over the sakura blossoms, and pulled it back quickly as they shot up, opening wounds in his palms. "I thought I could bring out the form to scare you. But he overpowered me. I told him not to hurt you... please, Byakuya, I told him not to hurt you!"

He edged closer to Byakuya, causing Senbonzakura to rise up warningly. "I got too angry... I swear, it won't happen again on my doing. You're not a worthless whore, koi. Please..." He could still feel Byakuya's lips around him, his expression pained. It made him shiver, tears welling up in his eyes.

"I didn't mean for it to happen." The teen whispered, putting his hands down on the ground and bowing his head to Byakuya. "I'll do whatever you please... try to forgive me."

He’d deserved it. So what right did he have to be defensive against Kurosaki. He’d perpetuated it with his nails and his teeth, begging to be mistreated and hurt. And maybe, some macabre part of him liked it.

He stayed with his back against the wall until the cool air made his naked body shiver in the light of the lanterns in the room, and he reached into the drawers next to him, his eyes never leaving Ichigo’s face, and he brought out an ivory silk haori that reached his ankles and complemented the color of his skin. He waved his hand at Senbonzakura and she melted back into her sheath, nicking Ichigo’s cheek along the way out of spite.

Byakuya moved to the door, but even as he moved, the thin covering colored with his blood and stuck to him wetly, making him cringe. Before he opened the door, he turned to Ichigo, his eyes grave. “Forgive me.” He repeated again. This was his responsibility, after all. He’d goaded Ichigo into letting the monster out.

Ichigo stood, righting his hakama, and moved forwards. "Byakuya, I--" The orange-haired Shinigami was interrupted by the least, yet most likely appearance.

"Yo." Zaraki Kenpachi stood in the doorway, looking between Ichigo and Byakuya. "I heard a scream a while back." While Kenpachi's eyes seemed to grin, his face was unusually stoic. "Everything alright here?"

Ichigo bowed his head in respect to the 11th Division Captain, but said nothing. It was up to Byakuya wether he was turned in or not, and he gave off that effect. The tall, scar-riddled captain turned to Byakuya for an answer. "Yo, is everyone a damn zombie? Or have you cut out each other’s tongues in a lover's spat?"

Yachiru peeked up around Kenpachi’s shoulders, and her wide eyes caught the sight of blood on Byakuya’s haori, and she gasped. “Byakuya-kun is hurt!” She jumped off of Kenpachi’s shoulders and approached the quiet Shinigami, and suddenly, Byakuya held out a hand to stop her.

“Don’t touch me.” His eyes flickered down the pasted bloody robe and the blood on Ichigo’s fingers. A man with Zaraki’s knowledge wouldn’t miss the implications. The little girl tilted her head and whined.

“But why? You’re hurt!” Byakuya continued to hold out his hand to stop her from coming closer, and he actually stepped back from the girl as she took a step forward. Her eyes widened. “Byakuya-kun…!” She stopped and laid a hand on her Zanpaktou, something that made both Byakuya and Kenpachi wince at once. “Who hurt you!” She demanded. “Did Kurosaki-fukutaicho chase them away?”

Byakuya’s eyes softened and he nodded. “Yes, Yachiru-chan. They ran towards the woods.” The little girl was gone in a flash, leaving the three men staring at each other in the room, with no questions as to who was violated and who the violator was. Blood on Byakuya’s legs, blood on Ichigo’s fingers. It was obvious.

Kenpachi growled softly, folding his arms. "Well, since Yachiru is gone, I suppose we can get down to what's really going on here." His eyes were serious instead of agressive, and he turned them to Byakuya. "Kuchiki-taicho, do you want me to take him away? Or can this be resolved between you both?"

Ichigo flinched slightly, his hand clenching into a fist. He didn't raise his head, his Riatsu kept under guard. It was entirely Byakuya's choice - in his eyes, he deserved it. Kenpachi frowned at the Vice Captain's unusual submissiveness, and then glanced at Byakuya.

It was more than a difficult situation - from what it looked like, Ichigo regretted what he'd done. But from the Kuchiki's point of view, that could be reversed completely. Zaraki took one step into the room, and folded his arms. No-one was leaving until he got an answer, and that seemed to be final.

The silver blue eyes raised to Ichigo’s face, still filled with a certain amount of fear and uncertainty. Then, his gaze rested on Kenpachi’s face. For a moment, Byakuya could see the massive, handsome mongrel that had strode into Seireitei and sealed the former captain’s fate and picked up his bloodstained coat.

“No, Zaraki-taicho.” He straightened his back and winced. “I…” Just as he stepped forward, his legs gave out and he fell down to the floor, blood pooling out around him, his body hemorrhaging blood across the thick, mahogany floors. “…Ichigo.” The pain was horrendous. His body was much more fragile than he let on, and in the rips and tears, blood veins and arteries had been torn apart, and now, he was suffering the consequences.

His fingers grasped weakly at the floor, and he whispered again. “…I’m…sorry…for being weak…”

Ichigo leapt forwards, cradling his lover in his arms. "Zaraki-taicho, go get a 4th Division unit! Now!" Kenpachi was gone, and the Vice Captain pulled Byakuya against his chest, gritting his teeth against the tears that threatened him. "Koi... I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. All my fault..."

The tears slid down his cheeks, the regret coming to the surface, followed quickly by frustration. "Byakuya... You aren't weak. Any Shinigami couldn't be strong against that." He murmured, his breath shaky from holding back the sobs. Unohana appeared in the doorway, alarm written across her normally passive features. She gasped, and grimaced at the sight, and pulled Byakuya onto his bed swiftly, concern sweeping her. Isane followed after, but Kenpachi didn't return - evidently, he was sadistic in every way aside from one.

The lavender-haired Vice Captain numbed the area, turning her head away, and Unohana worked on stitching the torn muscle back together, eyebrows knitted. Ichigo swallowed, and ran his fingers over Byakuya’s hand, eyes filled with sorrow as yet more tears streaked his face. “Byakuya… I’m so sorry.”

Byakuya spread his legs for the woman, and he grimaced slight at the simple pressure of his skin being sewn back together and veins behind tied shut. His eyes closed, and his head rolled towards Ichigo, his voice escaping him weakly. “We must figure out...how to control him.” He whispered. Isane’s eyes snapped up.

“Control who?”

Byakuya gazed down at her and then, in a stronger, more haughty voice, he growled at her. “If I had wanted you to know, I would have told you, Fukutaicho.” Unohana smiled grimly to herself at the show of spirit in Byakuya, and suddenly, she wasn’t so worried about the Shinigami Taicho.

His eyes went back to Ichigo, and his lithe, delicate fingers found Ichigo’s. His expression softened, and his head fell back on the pillow as he fell to sleep, his consciousness evading him.

Ichigo grit his teeth, and closed his eyes tightly, waiting what seemed like an eternity for Unohana to finish. She sat elegantly, and spoke to Ichigo. "You cannot touch him for a few days. And that means, NO. Sexual contact WILL be avoided. Is that perfectly understood, Kurosaki-taicho?" Ichigo was slightly taken aback by the loud seriousness of her tone, and nodded.

"Apply Riatsu to the wound regularly. Eventually, it will heal fully once again. Whatever happened to him must not happen again, Kurosaki-fukutaicho. There is every chance that the emotional and physical damage will be irreparable."

The 4th Division Captain and her Vice Captain both stood and left, Isane hiding a vicious blush on her cheeks. The doors shut, and Ichigo lay down next to Byakuya, holding his lover's hand in both of his, not daring to sleep the entire night. That monster could surface at any point.

Up Next: Chapter 11: The Pelting Rain and Zangestu

“I can protect you from the world. I protected you from Senbonzakura and from the Bountou. However, Ichigo, I cannot protect you from yourself.” Zangetsu’s hands clenched at his sides, the rain pelting him once more. It hurt terribly. It had hurt for days since the boy had arrived in Soul Society. “Ichigo…This is too much for me.”

Thanks goes to the following reviewers!Wakisashi Girl (No worries! No love triangle here!), Akume (1) Rukia’s in the real world, 2) We could tell you all about Senbonzakura, but that would spoil future chapters, 3) We haven’t thought about it. We know that Senbonzakura is a female as referred to such several times in the anime and manga. Maybe she’s a beautiful wood sprite, ne?), Ashke (Don’t worry, my love! We’ll explain everything later.) blue sake, (Cliff hangers are AWESOME!)