Sex and Football

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Warning: Byakuya's back with means this chapter contains sex with a minor.

A/N: One more Grimmjow-less chapter, but don't worry, he's coming back soon!

 

Chapter 12

Ichigo figured out a pretty cheap way to deal with the Adidas contract: have Gin tell Grimmjow about it. Gin had given him a funny look when he had asked him to do it. . . those kinds of dealings, after all, weren't in his job description. But he had done it anyway, although the look in his eyes made Ichigo think he was going to pay for it later. Well, at least it was better than talking to Grimmjow directly. And now they were meeting for a business lunch to discuss the situation, as well as some other things having to do with Grimmjow's public image.

"You know," Gin said, over a salade nicoise, "this is the first time in my career that I've encountered an agent who doesn't speak with his client. It's utterly bizarre, really."

Ichigo scowled, not really inclined to discuss it, but feeling indebted to Gin for taking on these extra tasks. At least he was staying quiet about the whole thing. If word got back to Urahara that he wasn't on speaking terms with Grimmjow, the man would throw a fit. "What did Grimmjow say about Adidas?"

Ichigo was sure Grimmjow would use it as a power play. Grimmjow could care less about endorsements, he could refuse to do it unless Ichigo apologized or came back or whatever whim Grimmjow was feeling that day.

"He said he'd do it."

Ichigo blinked. "What?"

Gin looked somewhat amused by Ichigo's surprise. "Wouldn't that be the typical reaction, when an athlete gets a deal with a huge company like Adidas?"

"Did he say anything else?" Ichigo asked.

"Yeah. He asked me when you were going to come home." Gin's grin grew wider. "May I ask exactly what is going on with you two?"

"No," Ichigo said, scowling even more. He wondered, though. . . had Grimmjow been waiting for him in his apartment all this time? "What about everything else? How are things going?"

"They couldn't be any better," Gin said. "His web site's been getting massive traffic and thousands of people have already signed up for his fan club. Apparently, after that goal he made, he was Japan's most googled person for a day."

"Really?" Ichigo asked, a little surprised.

"Even the foreign press has been running with the clip. With my prodding, of course. If Grimmjow ever gets to an international forum, say the world cup, you can bet all eyes are going to be on him. It doesn't hurt that he's a pretty decent-looking guy. I prefer blonds, myself, but that's just me."

Ichigo nodded, a little dumbstruck by Grimmjow's sudden rise to celebrity. Ever since that game, Ichigo had been fielding offers from all sorts of companies that wanted to endorse Grimmjow or get him in their commercials or advertisements. It was becoming difficult to decide which ones he wanted Grimmjow to commit to.

"I want to go over these offers with you," Ichigo said. "To see if you think they're good for Grimmjow's image."

Ichigo spent the rest of the lunch getting Gin's input on what jobs would be best for Grimmjow's career. When they were done Ichigo was surprised he had spent over an hour with the man. Still, he was glad that they had gotten work taken care of, and he was glad he could delay any interaction with Grimmjow. Of course, he knew that he couldn't do it forever. If Grimmjow really had no intention of firing him, Ichigo would have to talk to his client eventually. He supposed it was just a matter of time.

At any rate, he had other things to take care of right now. Byakuya was coming to meet with some representatives of Red Bull and wanted to look around the city. Surprisingly, he had never been to Tokyo for more than a day. Ginrei was about to send him to Tokyo with a few servants in tow, but Byakuya had firmly stated that it wasn't needed, and that Ichigo would attend to him. Which was news to Ichigo, but he wasn't going to say no. So after meeting with Gin, Ichigo headed to the airport, where he was supposed to pick up Byakuya.

It didn't take long before he saw the boy come out of arrivals, his black hair tied up in its customary short ponytail. He was still wearing his high school uniform, dark grey pants with matching blazer, his school's emblem embroidered on one breast. A black and blue scarf was wrapped around his neck, and that piece alone looked like it might have cost more than Ichigo's whole wardrobe. Grey eyes caught sight of him quickly, and Byakuya made his way over as his eyes scanned the crowd.

"Grimmjow is not with you?" Byakuya asked.

Ichigo frowned, not exactly fond of the way the brat was so obsessed with Grimjow. "No. Do you have any luggage?"

"Sent ahead to the hotel," Byakuya replied. "I'm hungry, and I'm in the mood for Brazilian grill. You will take me to one now."

Ichigo frowned even more, but he led Byakuya towards the car. He figured that was just the way the boy spoke to his servants, so he couldn't really help it.

"How's Yoruichi?" Ichigo asked, as they got into the car and headed off. He hadn't spoken to the woman since he had gotten her a deal with Apple, and she had been extremely pleased at the time.

"That insufferable women?" Byakuya asked, his teeth grinding together. One second later, though, and he was relaxed, his tone of voice back to normal. "She's fine. She says hello."

Ichigo almost laughed at their relationship. Byakuya seemed to think he hated Yoruichi so much, but it was obvious that they were close friends. He was probably just sore that he had never been able to beat the other woman at their little snowboarding competitions. "How's school? Are you doing good?"

"Well," Byakuya corrected. "And, yes, I am doing particularly well. As to be expected."

"Any thoughts on college?" Ichigo asked. Byakuya was only a second year, but Ichigo was sure that he had thought about it. His family seemed to be the type to have everything planned out.

"Most likely I'll go abroad," Byakuya said. "Either to Germany or Canada, since I'm fluent in both German and English. Also, it will make it easier for me to travel to the next olympics and all the North American competitions."

Ichigo wondered about the logistics of  having a client abroad. He knew that Inoue had several clients that went to work and live abroad, and so did several other agents at the firm. Maybe Ichigo should brush up on his English. But they had come to the restaurant now, and Ichigo stopped thinking about it as he parallel parked the car in front. No sooner had he gotten out, however, did something catch his eye. Or, rather, someone. Ichigo couldn't miss him, really; he looked like a giant walking among mostly short Japanese people, and the spikes in his hair only made him look taller.

"Zaraki!" Ichigo called, waving at the tall man.

Zaraki turned around, mouth stretching into a grin as he saw Ichigo. He waved and started to make his way over, pushing his way through the crowd roughly. Ichigo swore that he saw a women fly onto the ground with just a nudge of Zaraki's hands, but then he figured he was imagining things.

"Hey, kid," Zaraki said, once he was in front of Ichigo. He slapped Ichigo on the back in a friendly greeting, but the motion forced all the air out of Ichigo's lungs. He seemed to be in a good mood, Ichigo thought. "How are you? How's that punk Grimmy treating you?"

"Fine," Ichigo said, not wanting to get into it. "What are you doing in Tokyo?"

"Visiting my niece. She's the sweetest little thing, got pictures in my wallet if you want to see." Before Ichigo could say no Zaraki had a wallet full of photos out, each one displaying a cute little girl with pink hair. "Look, she looks like her uncle, right?"

Ichigo looked from the girl's innocent-as-pie expression to Zaraki's madly grinning one. "I don't see the resemblance."

"Yeah, look, she's got my ears." Zaraki looked proudly at his niece before putting his wallet away, but then his eyes lit up again as he saw Byakuya standing there. "Who's the chicken?"

Byakuya was looking at Zaraki as though he was a pile of vomit someone had left on the floor. Ichigo thought it was understandable. . . Zaraki had a rough and tumble look to him, and was wearing worn out clothes that had maybe cost him a few dollars in all.

"This is Byakuya," Ichigo said, but then Byakuya was interrupting him.

"Don't introduce me to that low-class ruffian," Byakuya said. "It's beneath me."

"Feisty," Zaraki said, still grinning. "I like him."

Then he leaned down towards Ichigo's ear, whispering hoarsely so that Byakuya wouldn't hear. "Hey, Ichi, you fucking him? Cause if you're not, mind if I have a go?"

"Excuse me," Byakuya said, crossing his arms, "I believe you're taking me to lunch, Kurosaki Ichigo."

"That's funny," Zaraki said, "cause I'm pretty hungry myself. Your treat, right, Ichigo? Considering how well you're doing."

Zaraki slammed his hand into Ichigo's back again, and Ichigo found himself nodded his agreement, not wanting to start a scene in the middle of the street. Predictably, Byakuya didn't seem too pleased with the decision. He glowered at Ichigo, but didn't say anything about it. They made there way into the restaurant, where Zaraki and Byakuya ordered. Ichigo, not hungry after lunch with Gin, just nursed on his water.

The way Zaraki was staring at Byakuya, there was no doubt what was on his mind. Ichigo wouldn't be surprised if he had a hard-on underneath the table cloth. He had pushed his chair closer to Byakuya, while Byakuya only looked at him in distaste. Zaraki kept trying to ask Byakuya questions - how old was he? where was he from? did he know how fucking cute he was? - but Byakuya ignored them to the best of his ability. He was actually handling it pretty well until, all of a sudden, his face turned bright red an his head whipped around to glare at Zaraki. Ichigo wondered what was wrong.

"Get your hand off my thigh," Byakuya hissed. Oh. So that's what it was.

"But it's such a nice one," Zaraki said. "Slim, but fitter than you'd think, yeah?"

"Let go," Byakuya said, gripping his fork in his hand and holding it up in the air. From the way he was turning redder, Ichigo figured Zaraki wasn't letting go. In fact, though Ichigo couldn't see it, Zaraki was massaging and kneading the flesh of Byakuya's thigh, enjoying the feel of the slim muscles there.

"Guys," Ichigo said, hoping to diffuse a dangerous situation, "I think the food's here."

Byakuya snapped, his hand rushing forward, presumably to shove the fork into Zaraki's offending hand. Before he could do it, though, Zaraki had Byakuya's wrist caught in his other hand, and he pulled the boy closer to him. Before Byakuya knew what was going on, Zaraki had his hot tongue shoved in Byakuya's ear, lovingly tracing its ridges and curves. Byakuya gasped as he dropped his fork. It clattered onto the table, harmless and forgotten. Byakuya would have pushed Zaraki away, but he was too shocked by the fact that what Zaraki was doing felt so damned good. His breath hitched and his eyes closed as he pushed into the sensation.

Ichigo hid his face in his hands. The waiters, carrying steak for Zaraki and lamb for Byakuya, coughed. Byakuya's eyes snapped wide open as he pushed Zaraki away and smoothed nonexistent wrinkles in his blazer, trying to get his breathing under control. Zaraki, on the other hand, was grinning like the cat who had gotten the canary. Byakuya was surprisingly sensitive. Zaraki couldn't wait to see how responsive other parts of his body were.

Zaraki started cutting up his meat. "Looks delicious."

"I wouldn't expect a lowly person like you," Byakuya said, his attitude coming back to him, "to appreciate such an expensive piece of meat."

"Oh," Zaraki said, eyes glinted, "I can appreciate a good chunk of meat all right."

Byakuya frowned as he realized his words had been a double entendre, and worse yet, open to a cheesy line like that. He cut a piece of lamb off and placed it in his mouth, watching Zaraki out of the corner of his eyes.

"So," Ichigo said, hoping to change the subject, "do you come to Tokyo often, Zaraki?"

"Yeah, well, I try," Zaraki said. "Can't let my cute little Yachiru go without her Uncle Ken-chan for too long."

"I didn't know you had such a soft spot for kids," Ichigo said, but Zaraki only shrugged off the question. It was strange to see the large, rough-looking man with such a sparkly gleam in his eyes. Strange, and extremely creepy.

"Yeah, well, anything cute, actually," Zaraki admitted.

Ichigo was surprised to hear it, but Zaraki didn't seem like he was lying. An image of huge, muscular Zaraki sleeping in a bed of teddy bears flashed through Ichigo's mind before he pushed it away. Well. . . the world was full of stranger things.

"I can't resist them," Zaraki added.

"Of course not," Byakuya snapped. "An oaf like you doesn't know the meaning of self control."

"Oh ho," Zaraki said, looking amused. "Little Byakuya really doesn't like me, yeah? You know what they say. . . it's a thin line between love and hate. Don't go falling for me now."

"As though I would ever! Don't flatter yourself into thinking you're not beneath me."

Ichigo sighed and resigned himself to listening to Zaraki and Byakuya bicker for the next half hour. When they were close to being done eating he pushed his chair our and got up.

"I'm going to the bathroom," he said.

"Don't leave me alone with him," Byakuya said, as though it was an order.

Ichigo shrugged. "Come with me or don't, I don't care."

Byakuya shot a glare towards Zaraki, to warn him not to follow, before he got up and walked after Ichigo. As Ichigo took a piss, Byakuya leaned against the wall and complained about Zaraki.

"He's obviously controlled by his baser instincts," Byakuya said, "like an animal. He probably isn't even capable of complex thought, just his drive to hump anything in sight. I bet he doesn't even know how to do it properly. What is that vulgar expression? Wham, bam, thank you ma'am? I would hazard to guess that describes him to a tee. . . Kurosaki Ichigo, why are you blushing?"

Ichigo finished up, shaking the last few drops out of his cock. He wondered if he should even say this, but figured he and Byakuya already knew each other pretty intimately, so he might as well.

"Actually," Ichigo said, "he's pretty good."

Byakuya blinked, eyes wide with shock. "Excuse me?"

"Yeah, I mean. . . " Ichigo flushed some more, but he had already started talking, so he might as well finish. "His cock's really big, so it feels good. Plus, there's something special about it."

Byakuya was staring at Ichigo with interest written all over his face. "How big?"

Ichigo couldn't believe it. Byakuya was doing a complete one-eighty after hearing about Zaraki's larger than average size. Ichigo wondered if he would be interested in anyone with a huge cock. Well. . . that was one way to change Byakuya's fixation with Grimmjow.

"About this long," Ichigo said, using his hands to show Byakuya. "And this thick. He has big, heavy balls, too, so he shoots a lot of cum."

"Really," Byakuya said, licking his lips at the revelation. "And what's so special about it?"

"You'll just have to ask him about that," Ichigo said, washing his hands and leaving the bathroom.

Once they got back to the table, Byakuya was looking at Zaraki with a completely different expression than he had been wearing before. He sat down and laid his napkin over his lap, fiddling with the corners. It was obvious that he was working up the courage to do something. Finally, he leaned over, his lips ghosting against Zaraki's ear. Ichigo couldn't hear what was being whispered, but he could hazard a guess. After Byakuya asked his question, Zaraki turned and whispered an answer into Byakuya's ears. Zaraki's lips were curved into a smirk even as he spoke. A light blush rose to Byakuya's cheeks, but he definitely looked intrigued.

"Does that feel good?" he asked out loud, wondering.

"Yeah," Zaraki said, his hand back on Byakuya's thigh. "It feels so much better than just a regular dick. Like you're being pulled inside out."

Byakuya visibly gulped. "I think we should pay the bill now."

Ichigo pulled out his credit card, glad that this strange lunch was finally coming to an end. He walked outside behind Byakuya and Zaraki, taking note of the fact that Zaraki had his arm around Byakuya's waist. All of the sudden the two of them were so chummy. Zaraki seemed to be leading Byakuya to a large van, so Ichigo turned and headed to his company Lexus. A hand grabbed his arm, though, and he turned to see Byakuya looking at him.

"Why are you leaving?" he asked, eyes big and questioning.

"You guys don't need me for the next part, do you?"

Byakuya's fingers only tightened around his arm.

"For fuck's sake, Ichi," Zaraki said, "can't you tell the kid's nervous to be alone with the big bad wolf? Just come with us, it's more fun with more people anyway."

"I'm not nervous," Byakuya muttered, but he was tugging on Ichigo's arm as he said it. Ichigo sighed and followed them into the van.

"Where are we going?" he asked as he climbed in and shut the door behind him.

"Who said anything about going anywhere?" Zaraki said, and Ichigo realized he was pushing everything in the van to the side. Ichigo had to admit there was enough space. There were no seats in the back of Zaraki's van; he probably used it to transport things. Now, though, there were only miscellaneous things in the way, and he pushed them to the side as he pulled out a blanket from some nook or cranny.

"You jest," Byakuya said, holding a hand to his heart.

"I what now?" Zaraki spread the blanket over the floor of the van.

"I hardly think it's appropriate," Byakuya continued, "to have relations on a dirty blanket in a dirty van parked on a busy street in the middle of Tokyo."

Zaraki scowled as he looked down at his blanket. "It's not dirty. Yachiru gave this to me."

Ichigo frowned. "That's wrong on a whole other level, then."

"Fine," Zaraki said, getting up to go to the front seat as he spoke to Byakuya. "You're lucky that cute guys like you are just my type, cause I wouldn't usually put up with this bullshit."

Byakuya smiled with all the grace of someone used to getting exactly what he wanted, and took the passenger's seat.

"So," Zaraki said, "where to?"

A little bit later they were at Byakuya's hotel room, the titular suite at the Peninsula Hotel. As they walked in, both Zaraki and Ichigo felt their mouths drop open a little. It was bigger than most apartments. There was a grand piano in the living room and huge windows overlooking Tokyo everywhere they looked. Ichigo could see the Imperial Palace Gardens from the balcony. He briefly wondered whose family had more money, Grimmjow's or Byakuya's.

"Welcome to the Peninsula Suite," Byakuya side, his arm opening in a wide gesture over the space. "I suppose the likes of you two have never seen such luxury. The bedroom is this way."

They walked to the bedroom, but then Zaraki caught a glimpse of the bathroom. A large, round marble bath tub sat underneath an expanse of glass, looking out into the city skyline.

"I'm running a bath," Zaraki said, walking into the bathroom, "you two get started without me."

Ichigo and Byakuya made their way to the bedroom, where a king-sized bed was place at the corner, walls of glass surrounding it. As soon as they were there, Byakuya was pulling off his clothes, his youthful hormones apparently getting the best of him. Ichigo hadn't been hard before, but he could feel himself stiffening as he watched Byakuya strip and saw the boy's half hard cock come into view.

"Are you just going to look?" Byakuya asked, fingers brushing over his cock as he smirked slightly, "or are you going to join me?"

Ichigo frowned, not liking how worldly Byakuya was starting to get when it came to matters of sex. He wondered if this was his fault. Still, he pulled off his clothes as he went to join Byakuya on the bed. They laid side by side and kissed, tongues moving in and out of each other's mouths. He reached out to grab Byakuya's cock, feeling the hot weight of it in his hand before stroking it. It grew longer and stiffer in his hand, until it was at full mast. Byakuya's hand had come to pull on his cock as well, and he gasped into Byakuya's mouth at the contact. After just touching each other for awhile, Byakuya pulled away, a thin line of spit still connecting their mouths for just an instant before it disappeared.

"I want to suck on you again," Byakuya said. "I want to taste you."

Ichigo blushed, wondering why Byakuya wasn't embarrassed at all to be saying something like that. He guessed that shame wasn't a trait that was taught in the Kuchiki household. He pushed Byakuya onto his back, then got into position above him so that they were both facing each other's cocks. As soon as he was there he felt Byakuya's hands wrap around him again, and he leaned down to take Byakuya's cock inside his mouth.

Byakuya shivered as Ichigo's mouth wrapped around him. Ichigo's cock was in front of him, looking long and hard and absolutely delicious. His fingers were wrapped around it and he squeezed and stroked, watching as a drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip. He used his tongue to lap it up, then squeezed out another. Byakuya didn't know if it was normal or strange, but he had always loved the taste of cum. Even before he had any experiences with other men, the thought of licking up his own cum was always enough to get him hard in an instant. Eventually he took most of Ichigo's cock in his mouth, sucking on it as hard as he could. More pre-cum would come out that way to land on his tongue and flood his mouth with its delicious taste.

Ichigo shuddered as Byakuya sucked on him, dropping Byakuya's cock from his mouth. It hit his chin, leaving a trail of sticky pre-cum there, and Ichigo moved it away. His hands reached down to cup around Byakuya's ass and spread it apart. A little puckered hole came into view, colored a lovely pink shade. He reached down and hooked his fingertip inside of it, pulling it open. Byakuya's cock twitched with the intrusion, so Ichigo figured the boy was enjoying it. He used his finger to pull and stretch Byakuya's hole, then added a finger from his other hand. He pulled the little hole wide open using his two fingers, then spit into Byakuya's open ass. He watched as the spit seemed to bubble and then disappear, then leaned down and stuck his whole tongue inside Byakuya's hole.

Byakuya moaned around his cock, sending shudders of pleasure through Ichigo's body. For his part, Ichigo swirled his tongue inside the tight hole, pushed it in deeper, tasting Byakuya's unique flavor. And every few seconds Byakuya would moan around his cock, sending those amazing reverberations through his body. He kept fucking Byakuya with his tongue as the other boy sucked on him, and soon enough Ichigo could feel himself losing it. He thrust deep into Byakuya's mouth and shot his load, jet after jet of cum forced down Byakuya's throat and onto his tongue. Byakuya was sucking it down with delight, and kept sucking on Ichigo even after the man had stopped coming.

"Bath's ready," came a voice, and Ichigo looked up to see that Zaraki was naked and staring down at them. "But I guess one round on the bed isn't going to hurt."

Ichigo climbed off of Byakuya, Byakuya's mouth following him for a second before letting go with a wet plop, then Byakuya's eyes widened as he saw Zaraki standing nude in front of him. Zaraki was completely hard, his large cock dripping with pre-cum. Byakuya pushed himself to sit on his calves, reaching a tentative hand out towards Zaraki's cock. His fingers brushed against a few of the pearls embedded in Zaraki's shaft, then withdrew, before reaching out more confidently. His hand wrapped around Zaraki's cock. He tugged on it lightly, feeling the balls move over the skin of his palm. As he continued his grip became progressively tighter, and soon there was a steady stream of pre-cum flowing from Zaraki's cock. Byakuya held his tongue against the underside of Zaraki's cock, letting the hot liquid pool there before sucking it into his mouth to taste.

"Is this really going to feel good inside of me?" he asked, giving Zaraki's cock a squeeze.

"Yeah," Zaraki said. "It's going to make you feel amazing. Once you've had it, you might not be able to go back to normal dick. Now, why don't you be a good boy and get on your hands and knees?"

Byakuya nodded, more than happy to actually follow Zaraki's command. Ichigo was a little surprised at that, but apparently the Byakuya's drive to be well fucked overruled his disdain for Zaraki's social status.

"Hey, Ichigo," Zaraki said, "why don't you get over here and help spread his ass for me?"

Ichigo had been just watching and pulling on his own cock, which was still half-limp, but he figured he'd rather get a better view anyway. He wanted to watch Zaraki's cock sink into Byakuya's tight hole, wanted to see them fucking close up. He got up and kneeled beside Byakuya's ass, then reached around and spread Byakuya's ass cheeks open. His pink hole came into view and spread open just a tiny bit.

"You've got one of the prettiest holes I've ever seen," Zaraki said. "I can't wait to open it up."

Zaraki grabbed his cock with one hand as he placed the tip of it against Byakuya's hole. He squeezed his cock, and a thick rope of cum dripped out to land on the puckered entrance. He kept squeezing until Byakuya's hole was covered in pre-cum, then Ichigo used his fingers to push it inside of the boy. He could feel Byakuya's hole soften and relax the more he touched it, getting nice and wet for Zaraki's cock.

Ichigo pulled all but one finger out and used it to pull Byakuya's hole open a little bit. Zaraki pressed forward, his bulbous cock head slipping in easily. Ichigo felt it sink in against his finger. It wasn't until the first few beads were in that Byakuya started really feeling it. His cock started dripping even more, so Ichigo figured he liked it. He had been moaning for awhile now, but now he was getting louder.

"So fucking tight," Zaraki groaned, now halfway in.

Ichigo pulled his finger out and rubbed it along the rim, feeling where Byakuya's body was connected to Zaraki's cock.

"I'm gonna have a lot of fun fucking you raw." Zaraki sunk the rest of the way in one thrust, wrenching a cry from Byakuya's lips. He wasted no time in pulling back out and slamming back in, and was soon fucking Byakuya with long, powerful thrusts. Byakuya was crying out with each penetration. Ichigo couldn't stand how hot it looked, Zakrai's pearl-implanted cock disappearing into Byakuya's little hole. He reached a hand down to stroke on his now painfully hard cock.

"Lick my balls while I'm fucking him," Zaraki said to Ichigo, who didn't need to be told twice. He laid down underneath Byakuya and brought his head up, his tongue going out to lick against Byakuya's hole as Zaraki's cock slammed in and out of it. He could taste Zaraki's pre-cum and Byakuya's ass, and it tasted so good. He wished he could jam his tongue into that hole with Zaraki's cock still fucking it.

Ichigo licked Zaraki's cock as it reappeared from the hole, then moved to the thick, heavy balls that were swinging between his legs. Zaraki was fucking Byakuya in short, powerful thrusts now, which made it easy for Ichigo to suck one ball into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it and sucked, before doing the same thing to the other ball. They were so hot and tasty, Ichigo could feel his cock twitch and leak in response. He grabbed it in one hand and started to jerk it off while he reached his other hand out to fondle Byakuya's balls.

Byakuya cried out with each thrust. Zaraki's cock felt so good inside his hole that he never wanted him to stop. He swore he could feel every single bead as it rubbed against him, and the pleasure they forced through his body was unbelievable. This was so much better than having Grimmjow's plain cock inside of him.

"How do you like it?" Zaraki asked. "How's my dick feel fucking you?"

"So good," Byakuya panted. "I wish it could fuck me all night long."

Zaraki laughed at that. "You like my dick that much? I could get used to fucking you, you know. I've never felt such a tight, hot hole."

Ichigo felt Byakuya's balls tighten in his hand, then heard the boy cry out one last time, louder than before. From the way his cock was twitching Ichigo figured he had orgasmed. Zaraki didn't last much longer. He shoved his cock as far up Byakuya's ass as possible and grunted, and Ichigo knew he was filling Byakuya's insides with fresh, hot cum. After he was done shooting he thrust back and forth a few times, forcing semen out of Byakuya's hole.  Ichigo lapped it all up, licking at the area where Byakuya's ass met Zaraki's cock. Then Zaraki pulled his cock all the way out, a thin rope of cum still connecting the tip of his dick with Byakuya's hole. More cum dribbled out of his hole, landing in Ichigo's waiting mouth and all over his face.

"I think," Zaraki said, "we should go get cleaned up."

Before he knew it Ichigo felt himself being lifted over Zaraki's shoulder, while Byakuya was being picked up under Zaraki's arm. The larger man carried them both to the bathroom, where they were deposited in hot bath water. Ichigo looked over at Byakuya and realized that the boy was still completely hard even though he had just come. Zaraki was still more than half hard as well, and he climbed into the bathtub with them. The water sloshed around them, overflowing over the tub rim and onto the floor.

Zaraki started to stroke his cock as he looked over at Byakuya. "Have you tried being inside of someone yet?"

Byakuya shook his head no.

"Well, I'm sure Ichigo would be more than happy to teach you how it feels. I'll just enjoy the show for a little bit."

Ichigo climbed onto Byakuya's lap, straddling him. He placed Byakuya's hands on his waist, then reached around with one hand to hold onto Byakuya's cock. He had been playing with his ass earlier, so there was no need for that now. Holding Byakuya's cock in place, Ichigo started to sink down onto it. He didn't stop until he was completely sitting on Byakuya's cock. The boy had his head thrown back, was almost completely submerged in the water. He looked like he was in heaven.

"How does that feel?" Ichigo asked.

"Amazing. It feels amazing inside you."

Ichigo lifted himself up and then fell back down on Byakuya's cock, causing the boy to cry out in pleasure. It felt good for Ichigo, too, only Byakuya's cock was a little on the slim side. . . Ichigo didn't have to worry for too long about that, though, because soon he felt Zaraki come up behind him. Fingers came to feel where he was fucking himself on Byakuya's cock, and then he felt one of them enter him. He moaned and pitched forward, letting the finger get deeper inside of him alongside Byakuya's cock. It was followed by another finger, and then he felt Zaraki's cock nudge against his entrance.

Ichigo cringed as a second cock was forced up his hole, even as the fingers were removed. It hurt like hell and it felt better than heaven. He could feel two hot cocks pulsing inside of him and he loved it. Together, Zaraki and Byakuya were bigger than Grimmjow, and Ichigo felt himself being opened up more than he ever had been before. He moaned as Zaraki slid all the way in, both cocks deep inside of him.

"Zaraki," Byakuya moaned, almost breathless, "I can feel you rubbing against me."

"Yeah, kid." Even Zaraki sounded somewhat affected. "Me too. Fuck, Ichigo, the way you're squeezing us together. . . not sure if I can last too long."

Zaraki pulled out, then slammed back in, eliciting cries from both Ichigo and Byakuya. Zaraki started really pounding Ichigo's ass, spreading Ichigo and rubbing against Byakuya with each thrust.

"How do you like that?" Zaraki asked, his hot breath on Ichigo's ear. "I bet you love having two hard dicks up your ass. That's just the kind of bitch you are."

Ichigo shivered as Zaraki kept fucking inside of him. He could barely catch his breath before a good, hard thrust sent all the air out of his lungs again. "Too. . . good. . ."

"Yeah, your little hole loves it. Loves getting stretched out and stuffed. Too bad we don't have a third dick around to to keep your mouth company."

The sounds of moans, grunts, and splashing water filled the room as they fucked. Soon Ichigo couldn't stand it anymore. The feeling of having two cocks pummeling him at the same time was too much, and he spilled himself into the water. Spent, he all but collapsed onto Byakuya's chest, blacking out as  the men continued to fuck him.

Ichigo woke up a little bit later, feeling drained and more sore than he ever had been in his life. He was laying naked in the chaise in the bedroom. He reached down, running a hand over his ass only to have his fingers slip easily inside. . . he was gaping open and swollen, and his hole was wet and slippery with what seemed like gallons of cum. He sat up, realizing that there were noises coming from the bed.

Ichigo looked over to see that Zaraki and Byakuya were still going at it. Byakuya was laying on his back with his legs in the air, his arms wrapped around so he could grab onto Zaraki's butt. Zaraki was kneeling between his legs, pushing them back and up as he fucked the boy. They were talking even as they fucked, as though it was just a casual conversation.

"I don't believe you," Zaraki was saying, "it's not possible."

"It is," Byakuya replied. "I do it all the time."

"Shit. . . fine. Why don't you put your money where your mouth is?"

Ichigo watched as Zaraki pushed Byakuya's legs even further up, so that soon his feet were going past his head. He marveled at how flexible Byakuya seemed to be. Then he stared, shocked, as he realized the tip of Byakuya's cock was pressed against Byakuya's lips.

"Fuck," Zaraki said, sharing Ichigo's sentiments. Then, the next thing they knew, Byakuya sucked about half of his own cock into his mouth. He sucked on it with relish as Zaraki fucked him, obviously enjoying his own taste. Ichigo could feel himself get hard again. Apparently the sight was too hot for Zaraki to handle as well, and he shoved his cock deep into Byakuya, shooting another load inside of the boy.

"Fuck," Zaraki said again. "That was fucking hot."

Byakuya let go of his cock with a wet noise, and laid back down. Both Byakuya and Zaraki seemed to notice that Ichigo was awake, and Zaraki pulled out of Byakuya and moved aside. From the chaise, Ichigo could still see how open Byakuya's hole was, how puffy and red its rim was. Thick cum was dribbling out of it, coming to pool on the bed sheets underneath Byakuya's ass.

"Do you want a turn in his hole?" Zaraki asked.

"No," Ichigo decided. He didn't particularly want to spend the night here, so he should leave while he still had the willpower to do so. "Maybe next time."

Zaraki smiled at the promise, watching as Ichigo got dressed. "Yeah. Let's do that."

"Zaraki," Byakuya said, pouting a bit, "bring your attention back this way. This time, I want to be inside of you."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you want, kid."

Ichigo left the hotel suite, grateful that Zaraki and Byakuya got along, even if it was in a perverse, oversexed way. He was outside of the hotel when his phone rang, Gin's number showing up on the caller ID. He scowled, wondering what Gin was calling for at this hour. It was almost ten, well past business hours. He flipped open his phone.

"Hey," Ichigo said, "what's up?"

"So sorry to bother you," Gin said, "but I thought you would like to discuss this new development."

"Development?" Ichigo asked, confused.

"Oh. You haven't read any of the blogs?" Gin sounded like he was smiling, the sadistic bastard. "I'm talking about the sex tape of you and Grimmjow, of course."