[Dicontinued] Fire and Ice

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

Disclaimer: We don’t own Bleach or Ichigo or Byakuya because we are not Kubo Tite. If we were guys, this wouldn’t half as much fun.

Note: Shameless smut. Enjoy.

Chapter 12: The Mechanics of Drowning Sorrows


Hisagi Shuuhei was not the type of Vice Captain to shirk his duties, but every once in a while, the stars beckoned to him like a sweet lover on the wind, and he listened. Usually with copious amounts of sake and opium.

The 11th Division had taken over guard duties for the evening, so he gave his own men some much needed rest and took himself for a walk along the walls containing Seireitei, his eyes trained on the brilliant lights of Soul Society below him. The cool evening breeze ruffled his dark violet locks, and he smiled up the moon. He missed Tousen.

The blind Captain would always ask Shuuhei what the moon looked like, and he would draw it in the African’s hand, enjoying the soft, nearly indiscreet whimpers that would escape the blind man’s lips. His thoughts were interrupted as he bodily fell over a warm, sleeping presence on the wall, grunting as his knee hit a metal Zanpaktou before a flash of orange hair had him sputtering in his drunken high state. “K-Kurosaki-teme!”

Ichigo had been equally surprised as Shuuhei tripped over him, almost falling off the wall. He blinked at the tattooed Shinigami in surprise, the mask having fallen down in his sleep allowing his to speak. "Shuuhei?" He opened his mouth to ask what he was doing there, but saw the flush, and noticed the slight change in the Riatsu. "What the fuck are you on?"

He quirked a brow, holding Zangetsu close to his chest in a possessive manner. Shunsui's earlier mishandling seemed to have taken effect on him. Cheek filled his eyes, and Ichigo smirked. "Who'd'a thought you'd be a stoner, taicho. Yare yare... sake too." He wagged a finger at his captain, a very un-Ichigo-like grin on his face. However unnatural it seemed, it slipped onto his face as easily as his scowl. "Whatcha doin' out here anyway, Taicho?"

“I’m walkin.’” Shuuhei slurred. “And ‘M not a Taicho yet, Kurosaki.” He sat back on his haunches on the wall, supporting his body on the hips of his hands. “What th’hell are you doin’ sleepin’ on th’wall? Thought you were bangin’ Kuchiki-taicho.”

He sprawled out in a decidedly sexual manner, although it probably wasn’t intended, and he leaned back, gazing straight forward at Ichigo with lazy dark eyes. Kurosaki wasn’t bad looking for a young man that was probably a full several hundred years younger than he was. He pulled a long, slender pipe out from his sleeveless haori and waved it slightly. “Smoke with me.”

Ichigo waved his hand, dismissing the comment. "Lover's spat. It happens." He cocked his head at the pipe, but slid closer, shrugging. "Aa. Sure, why not." After all, Byakuya had never told him not to smoke. He hitched Zangetsu high on his back, and inspected the 11th Division Vice Captain.

He was sitting perhaps too alluringly for his taste, and gave off the odd smell of alcohol and smoke, both attractive and not so. Just for a moment, he saw Byakuya sitting there, and he leaned forwards, closer, his eyes showing off his cheekiness. "Ne, Shuuhei, how about we share?" The violet-haired Shinigami would likely not care if they shared a kiss - he was too drunk.

He took Shuuhei's wrist, and took the pipe into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the fingers that held it for erotic effect. Ichigo craved this - to have lips pressed to his, no matter the state they were in. He wanted to taste passion again, fruitless or not, he wasn't fussed. And if it were to be with Shuuhei, then so be it. His lips hovered above the tattooed Shinigami's, wondering how he would react.

Shuuhei wasn’t thinking. He was hot. And he was right in front of him when he was high and drunk off of his ass. He wasn’t even calculating what the repercussions would be if he engaged anything with Kurosaki, but his mind wasn’t actually working at the time either, so that was a good excuse for stupidity.

He crashed his lips to Ichigo’s, and immediately, his hands went to tangle in the brightly colored strawberry blonde orange hair, and he yanked the boy forward against his chest and smothered him with his hot demanding kiss. Gods, he smelled good. He had loved the scent of the soap and shampoo in the real world, and Ichigo was doused in it.

“Gods…” He growled against Ichigo’s lips before he hauled the Shinigami’s legs forward, forcing his future vice captain to straddle him on the wall.

Ichigo pressed back into his kiss, the pipe falling past his lips and onto the wall next to them. He wrapped his arms around Shuuhei's neck, the interesting mix of sake and smoke on his future captain's breath making him feel drowsy.

Seeing as that falling into a doze at a time like this was both not a good idea and would just be a waste of good opportunity. He ground thier hips together, moaning softly at the friction, but keeping his Riatsu firmly at bay.

After all, if they were to be caught by another captain, or worse, someone from the sixth division, both he and Shuuhei would be very, very dead. He pressed his tongue into the older Shinigami's lips, slipping into Shuuhei's mouth and rubbing against the opposing slick muscle, squirming and panting to get more attention.

Shuuhei was not a gentle lover, but he wasn’t brutal either. His hands pulled Ichigo’s robes off of him rapidly, and he pulled the tie at Ichigo’s waist and maneuvered him out of his hakama leg by leg. He pulled his hands away from Ichigo’s body and began ripping off his own clothes, layer by layer.

He gazed up into Ichigo’s face, his eyes burning with lust. “I don’t bottom, Kurosaki.” He warned. The moment his torso was free of its confines, the clothes scattered about the wall and the floors underneath them, Shuuhei freed his erection from his pants and began biting his way across Ichigo’s chest, leaving light, non-bruising marks. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.” He growled deeply.


Ichigo squirmed, gripping onto Shuuhei as he was rid of his clothes. "Ch-chotto! We're on a wall, anyone can see us from here! Can't we go somewhere... somewhere more... private... ahh..." He lost his train of thought as Shuuhei nipped his skin, the thought of being dominated sending a jolt of fear and excitement down his spine. "Sh-uuhei..."

He ran his fingers through the Shinigami's dark purple strands, and with a well-placed flush wrapped one hand around the older man's erection, stroking it softly with virgin-like fingers.

He was allowed to, after all - an act never hurt any one, and it would simply serve to arouse the to-be Captain further. "Shuuhei..." Ichigo breathed, a tremble racking his body. "I haven't bottomed before. I swear, I'll kill you if this hurts too much."

Shuuhei chuckled deeply before wetting two of his own fingers with his saliva and shoving them into Ichigo’s body without preamble, sure he’d at least given the younger man something to complain about. “It’s going to hurt like hell.” He grinned rakishly. “But you’ll be begging for more.”

He stretched Ichigo roughly, brushing against his prostate every single time, bringing as much pleasure as he was pain. He growled in pleasure as Ichigo’s hands stroked over him, and he looked up into the chocolate brown eyes. “I’m not going to break, Kurosaki.” He declared.

He pushed a third slicked finger up into the bucking hips, and he leaned forward, his teeth raking across Ichigo’s collarbone. “I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since you came here the first time…”

Ichigo gasped, and gripped hold of Shuuhei's shoulder with his spare hand as overwhelming pain, and then pleasure racked his senses. He didn't know whether to beat the Shinigami over the head or wail for more, and so he did something vaguely in between.

He dug his nails deep enough to draw blood and rocked his hips back into the fingers, tilting his head back and whimpering for more. "You're... pretty damn hot yourself." He gasped out, managing to grin back. The hand on Shuuhei's erection squeezed roughly, the fingertips not gentle any more.

He hadn't had this kind of foreplay with Byakuya - after all, the captain would deem this as vulgar. But, really, this is what he expected of sex. He crushed his lips against Shuuhei's once more, demanding rather than gentle. He wanted it like this...and hell, Shuuhei was not backing out now.

“Kuso…” the expletive escaped his lips harshly before he removed his fingers from Ichigo, spat in his hand, and smeared the saliva over his erection. “It’s gonna hurt like a bitch…” He growled. All at once, he forced himself into Ichigo’s body, the saliva easing the way greatly along with the thorough stretching he’d offered the boy. “F-fuck yeah…”

He was dirty and vulgar when it came to sex because that’s what fucking was. It was downright wild, and right now, on the wall in the middle of Seireitei, he didn’t give a rat’s ass who saw them. All that mattered was that there was a hot piece of ass in his lap and it just so happened to be his future Vice Captain.

Very convenient indeed. “God you feel good, Kurosaki.” He thrust up into the boy straddling his lap, and he rested his hands on his hips. “Come on, Kurosaki…Ride me.” He growled in a seductive voice. “You know you want it.”

Ichigo bit his bit against the yelp of agony at the harsh entrance, wrapping both his arms around Shuuhei's neck and grit his teeth, the pleasure rack up his spine when he shifted into just the right spot. He let out a long list of soft, hitched expletives as he moved on his future captain, eyes closing against the pain and body trembling with the ecstasy.

"Oh, fucking hell, Shuuhei... this feels so... good..." Ichigo gasped out into Shuuhei's ear. "You're so damn big, taicho..." In the part of his mind that was still sane, he wondered if the purple-haired Shinigami got off on that kind of thing, but he let it alone for now.

He could feel the Hollow trying to get out, outraged at it's body being dominated, and Ichigo giving in to it. The teen nibbled on his future Captain's ear, running his tongue along the shell as he moved. "'N it hurts..." He moaned softly, the noises completely contradicting what he'd just said.

Shuuhei felt the shift in Riatsu immediately, and it made him drive a particularly hard thrust into Ichigo. “Ne, Ichigo. Tell the bastard to mind his own business. It’s you I’m fuckin’. Not him!” Shuuhei had seen the Hollow when they’d fought the Bountou when he’d come with Kira.

It wasn’t a pretty sight, but more than that, his Riatsu had been frightening. He could feel it surface slightly, and he willed it back down, calling Ichigo’s name and whispering guttural compliments at how tight Ichigo was and how good his body felt.

“Yeah, Kurosaki. Just like that… I love it when you lose that fucking frown off your face…You look good when you’re getting fucked…” His hands gripped Ichigo’s hips carefully and began to raise and lower him at a more furious pace, sweat breaking out on Shuuhei’s skin.

Ichigo's head tossed back at the suddenly vicious pace, his back arching and a cry passing his lips. He felt orgasm draw close, and his toes curling in along with a tightening of his inner walls, clawing at Shuuhei's shoulders as he neared the edge. "Sh-Shuuh-ei..." He whimpered out, muffling his cry of release into his future captain's neck, so that only he could hear his bliss.

He reigned his Riatsu in quickly, and gripped to Shuuhei's damp skin tightly in post-orgasm ecstasy, barely aware of anything around him. He whimpered softly as the Shinigami finished himself off, only now aware that he'd just covered both his and Shuuhei's abdomens with release, but he didn't care. He'd just use his to-be Captain's robes to wipe them off.

Shuuhei gripped to Ichigo's shoulders gently, and he winced at the deep welts across his back. Ichigo had not a scratch on him. "Damn..." He sat back a bit and looked at the Shinigami sitting on top of him, and he smiled sheepishly. "Guess we could have found a more convenient place to do this.”

He pulled from Ichigo gingerly, pleased to see that there was no blood on himself. “Ne, I got a pretty nice place in the 3rd District in the city. Want a place to sleep?” He was still a bit high and drunk, but not so much so that he didn’t have the presence of mind to help Ichigo gather his things. Shuuhei chose not the dawn the upper half of his uniform, leaving his beautiful body bare to the moonlight.

Ichigo shivered softly at the pleasant feeling of being so close to someone again, his face relaxed. He barely caught the question, but he heard the portion about a place to sleep. "Aa. Thanks... I would have been a bit screwed if you hadn't offered, actually." He pulled on his hakama, grimacing slightly at the feeling of Shuuhei's seed trickling down his leg.

"And I need something to clean up with, too." He had the sudden urge to shoot a glare at Shuuhei, but it was his fault - after all, he'd seduced him. He pulled on his robes, tying his obi around his waist. He decided that he was very pleased with his handiwork - he had no scratches, and Shuuhei had many. Now he just had to hope that he didn't get snuck up on in the middle of the night. "Take me there, then, teme. 'M tired 'n I wanna clean up."

Shuuhei chuckled and nodded. He led Ichigo through a series of shunpo to a beautiful, large house on the edge of the District that was crowded in beautiful weeping willow trees and grass. As he stepped up the door, it slid open, and a little girl on the other side bowed.

“Hisagi-fukutaicho!” He smiled at her and ruffled his hair as he walked in, pulling off his shoes. “Leera-chan, this is Kurosaki-fukutaicho, and he will be staying with us for a while. Make the guest room for him and put a few towels and some of those pants I brought back with me, ne?” The thick black hair bounced with her nod as she took off, her little feet pattering along the floor.

“I picked her up in District 80 not too long before Zaraki and Yachiru showed up. She’s a good kid.” Ichigo’s room was ready in a matter of minutes, and on his bed laid several pairs of the slim fitting jeans he liked so much, and Shuuhei pointed to them. “Rukia brought them for me at Urahara’s. I’m assuming they’re yours.”

Ichigo took off his sandals, as well (they and his socks hadn't come off, he realized) and smiled softly at the young girl that bowed, inclining his head slightly in greeting. He followed after Shuuhei, and upon seeing his jeans, he fumed.

"I was looking for these for ages! She had the nerve to take all these from me... jeez." He muttered, slipping out of his robes once again. Half way through pulling off his hakama, he turned to Shuuhei, an eyebrow quirked. "I need something to clean myself up with. Unless you want me to use your robes, which I gladly will."

He stepped forward, one hand outstretched to grasp hold of the robes, and to prove his point, he took hold of the haori, quite ready to use it as a rag.

Shuuhei chuckled and pulled away. “There’s a Western bathroom down the hall. Last door on the right. Not all of us like to live like we’re in the Edo period.” He rolled his eyes at that, obviously making fun of the lavish Kuchiki manner.

A knock resounded on the door, and Shuuhei scratched the back of his head and looked down at his shirtless body, his hakama hanging alluringly on his hips, showing off all the scratches across his back and chest. “Yari, yari. I guess it can’t be helped.” He left Ichigo to answer the door, and the steps inside were steps of a huge creature, making the floor boards nearly tremor in his steps.

Shuuhei’s voice sounded in the hallway, gentle and respectful. “Komamura-taicho. It’s a pleasure. You couldn’t sleep?” The fox shook his mighty head and sighed.

“I worry for Tousen.” Immediately, Shuuhei’s gentle eyes darkened and he nodded in agreement. “We both do, my friend. Come in and have some tea.” The fox accepted, and suddenly paused, his nose twitching in the air. “Byakuya’s not going to be happy.” He commented.

Halfway down the hallway, Ichigo heard Komamura speaking, and he folded his arms with a scowl on his face. "He can shove up his ass, along with all his paperwork and his big-brained head. He's a contortionist in his spare time, didn't you know?" The fox was speechless for a moment, and then, he shrugged his massive shoulders and followed Shuuhei through the familiar house. He accepted youth with wisdom.

He disappeared into the bathroom as if nothing had happened, actually quite terrified of what the fox would do to him for insulting another captain. He cleaned himself off, and slipped into a pair of jeans that he'd bought with him.

They fit loosely - which wasn't the best thing for a pair of pants that had fitted him snugly when he was last on Earth. He sighed, running a hand through his hair and washing his faces and stomach quickly before returning to his room. Byakuya... he was sill hurt. He could feel it. He lay down on the bed, venting his concern through his thoughts, and then hoping that it wasn't raining in Zangetsu's realm of reflective glass as he fell into a light slumber, face relaxing as he dreamlessly slept on.

Long into the night after Komamura left, Shuuhei finished his shower and pulled on his favorite silk sleeping pants. He paused at the cracked open door of Ichigo’s room, a towel haphazardly hanging on his head as he gazed out through thick violet locks at the vision on his floor.

Byakuya had no idea what he’d turned out. Orange hair, the color of fire at night and the color or ripe strawberries in the sunlight spiked out every which way, and the harsh frown lines that usually adorned his forehead were gone, giving way to smooth, tanned skin that complimented his unruly hair.

Shuuhei couldn’t stand to remain by the door forever, and so he quietly stepped into the room and slid the door closed behind him. He stood over Ichigo, a searching gaze in his dark eyes before kneeled beside the boy, and threading his fingers in the mass of red hair, smoothing it back, he pressed a gentle kiss to Ichigo’s smooth brow. “You’re even hotter when you sleep.” He whispered.

Next Up: Chapter 13: The Pain of Ghosts in the Past

Tousen sighed gently and he stepped away from the nameless Zanpaktou, his Riatsu still gentle and curling. “Now is not the time, Zaraki.”

As he turned his back on the captain, the sky exploded in a whirl of sakura blossoms as Ichimaru Gin landed beside Tousen, obviously in a rush to get away from the whirling blossoms in the sky. “I think I might’a piss’d ‘em off a lit’le.” His lazy accent grated on Tousen’s nerves, but he didn’t refuse Gin’s touch as the white haired Shinigami wrapped his arm around the blind man’s waist. A rift opened in the sky above them, and Ichimaru’s wide grin became mocking towards Zaraki. “Too slow there, buddy.”

The sky exploded with blossoms again as Byakuya landed in a crouch next to Zaraki, covered in blood and his blue eyes blazing. “You will not take Kira OR Kurosaki from Soul Society. You will die if you do....”

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