[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 fluff and smut! Enjoy! This is our favorite lemon thus far throughout the entire story thus far. This one calls for some popcorn or whatever your favorite snack is, and some wine or whatever you drink. It’s that good.

Chapter 14: The Kuchiki Heir and His Claim

Byakuya wandered into his office at least an hour late the next day, his eyes exhausted and his scarf haphazardly hanging off of his shoulder. He sat at his desk, ignoring Ichigo as his fingers quickly separated the written paperwork that needed to be done and filed.

His hands brushed over the report of Kaname and Ichimaru, and he scowled. His battle wounds from Ichimaru were still healing, and the bandages wrapped around his neck and arms made him look like an oversized, over dressed ninja.

“Please speak to Unohana-taicho about your division in personality.” Byakuya told Ichigo as he put the papers down and began to fill them out. “She will be able to help you suppress and control him.”

"I spoke to Zangetsu about it. He's my opposite - he can't be controlled by anyone but me." Ichigo mumbled, bored off his head. He'd been fiddling with various bits of paper for the first half hour, and had now taken to staring into space, looking over at Byakuya when he had the thinking space to do so.

"There isn't any way for anyone to help me out." He reached over to where Zangetsu stood, fingers running over the flat of the blade. He could feel the pleasant pulse of Riatsu beneath his fingertips, and it soothed him, but he was still worried about Byakuya's current state.

"Oi, you alright? Ichimaru must have cut you up bad." Ichigo murmured, the concern evident in his eyes and Riatsu. "Ne, if you need any help, I'm bored off my ass here." Hint hint.

Byakuya didn’t answer Ichigo. Instead, he picked up a thick file from the desk with at least fifty pages in it and dropped it on the floor next to the desk without glancing at Ichigo. “Sit here at my feet, sign these, and when you’re done, file them.”

His tone left no room for argument as his fingers continued his writing, the letters perfect and cold in their beautiful calligraphy. He seemed to not give a shit that Ichigo was there, but in reality, he was cherishing the familiar feel of the boy’s warm, good natured energy, and he was enjoying the quiet resonating Senbonzakura put out in reaction to Zangetsu. It seemed that even his Zanpaktou had become accustomed to their presence.

Ichigo very nearly crawled over to the paperwork, sitting up on his knees to feel around for a pen before sitting cross-legged at Byakuya's feet and taking out the first page of the file, reading through it before signing in his much less than neat handwriting. After at least five pages of the file, what seemed like an eternity of silence later, he resorted to gnawing on the end of the pen.

Hell, even that was better than signing papers. He slid beneath the desk, and rested his arms on Byakuya's thighs, his face as close to a pout as he could get. "Oi... I'm really, really bored. Isn't there anything better to do than sign papers?"

Byakuya didn’t make any indication aside from the slight vibration of arousal in his Riatsu that he’d even noticed Ichigo’s provocative position between his legs beneath the massive mahogany desk. He moved his foot and shoved the papers towards Ichigo and offered him another pen. “No.” He answered. “Paperwork.”

His face made no expression other than one of complete indifference as he filled out the next report. Ichigo’s hands were burning his thighs nearly, and he could feel himself growing more aroused, and no matter how hard he shoved it down, his Riatsu still vibrated around him, hungry and lonely. He continued to fill out his reports, but his calligraphy was slipping, and his eyesight was growing fuzzy. Damn Kurosaki.

Ichigo broke off into a list of complaints, and then noticed Byakuya's prominent arousal. Finally, something to do. He undid the Kuchiki's obi, and opened up his robes, not caring about Byakuya's complaints.

He tugged the chair closer into the desk, careful not to hit the captain's chest against the furniture, and ran his tongue along the well-defined muscles of his lover's stomach. "If you can still see straight, you can keep on going with your paperwork." He murmured, almost slicking two fingers before remembering Unohana's stern words.

He couldn't touch Byakuya yet... but he did still need to apply Riatsu. So, he yanked down Byakuya's hakama and pushed aside his robes so they wouldn't be dirtied, and pressed one finger very gently to his opening, pushing a soothing Riatsu into the tear. He kissed along Byakuya's inner thighs, rolling his tongue along them, with the sudden desire to hear Byakuya moan his name and beg for more.

Byakuya stiffened and stifled a guttural growl of pain and then a soft sigh as the pain receded. “Kurosaki-fukutaicho…now’s…hardly…” He choked off his reprimand and thrust his hips forward in the Riatsu, his arousal growing fully hard the moment Kurosaki’s lips met the soft skin between his legs.

He gasped softly and his pen clattered to his desk, the tip of it splattering ink across the papers in haphazard worry. He grasped the edge of the desk with his fingertips, and his blue eyes slid shut in pleasure. “…this is hardly the place…or the time.” He gulped as the Riatsu went straight to his being, making him throb painfully in need for release.

“S-Stop.” He whispered. He berated himself that he didn’t sound angry or demanding at all. Instead, it was a breathy whisper, deep and soothing with his voice.

"You can't tell me to stop when you're worked up like this." Ichigo shot back amusedly, running his tongue along the length of Byakuya's stiff arousal. "You're filled with pleasure. I can tell - it's all in your Riatsu."

He murmured, continuing to press his finger lightly against his lover's opening, letting a mere sliver of the energy slip within and caress his inner walls, a smirk growing to a wide grin on his face as he continued to tease Byakuya, wanting him at the point that he could take no more at.

"If you can tell me to stop like you mean it, I'll stop." The Shinigami's breath ghosted over the head of the captain's arousal, and then his tongue darted out to swipe at a bead of liquid. It tasted... strange, to say the least. But, in all it's essence, it was Byakuya.

The Kuchiki heir was beside himself. The hard pressing of the finger was beginning to shove him closer to the edge without his arousal even being touched, but when Kurosaki’s breath touched the head of his sex, Byakuya lost his patience.

The pleasure of Ichigo’s touch provoked a more vicious side of him, and he tangled his hand in Ichigo’s hair and looked down at him, cheeks flushed and lips parted beautifully.

A very un-Byakuya like growl escaped his lips, and he tangled his fingers in the thick orange hair, and he jerked Ichigo’s face closer to his arousal. The next words out of his mouth even shocked himself.

“Fuck the paperwork.”

Ichigo couldn't help but snicker. He'd gotten Kuchiki Byakuya to use an expletive. "I have better things to do than try and get off on paperwork." He shot back, wrapping his lips around the head of Byakuya's erection and immunizing himself to the taste. It was weird, to do this, but he supposed that he did need to pay Byakuya back for letting the Hollow on him.

He teased the slit with his tongue, slipping down further until he felt he couldn't take any more. He sucked on the appendage in his mouth teasingly before pulling off completely and coating it in saliva. He couldn't help himself - the beautiful noises had him hard - and he undid his own robes, wrapping a hand around his arousal and pumping himself, continuing to lick Byakuya even as pleasure threatened to overwhelm his senses.

“Get up here.” Byakuya growled. He wasted no time ripping Ichigo from the floor by the strands of his hair and shoving him back on the desk, making papers and pens fly, the inkwell spilling on the floor, doomed to make a permanent mess.

He jerked Ichigo’s hakama off of his legs and gazed down at the boy, still in his haori, the lapels parted just enough to reveal his swelling erection and the bright orange curls that were sparse at the top.

Byakuya dipped his fingers into a bowl of olive oil on the desk meant to refill the lamps later, and he gazed down at Ichigo. “Your first time won’t be easy.” He warned. With that, he shoved two fingers inside of Ichigo’s body, marveling at the glove like fit.

Ichigo yelped as he was thrown back against the desk, and hissed in pain as Byakuya shoved two fingers within him. "Byakuya, be gentle... I'm sore." He whined softly, gripping the edge of the furniture and spread his legs wider, his pleading gaze locked on Byakuya's face.

It was then he realized that the taicho thought that he was still a virgin, and the few words that stood out in his mind were, to put it much less explicitly, 'Oh, shit.' The pleading look intense as he realized that Byakuya was likely going to fuck him raw and senseless for letting someone else take away what was his to take.

Byakuya’s actions stopped, and the deadly scowl that had been there before when he was facing Gin was back. His hands tangled in Ichigo’s orange hair, and he jerked his head back brutally. “Who?” He demanded.

He roughly shoved a third slicked finger into Ichigo, pleased he was stretching nicely, but he nearly felt sick to his stomach that Ichigo would let anyone conquer him as Byakuya never could. He roughly thrust his hand deeply into Ichigo, the fingers missing his prostate so that the redhead would feel the brunt of the pain.

“Who did you let fuck you, Kurosaki?” Byakuya growled. His full potential for dominance was opened up as he leaned over Ichigo, his blue eyes burning. “Did I not tell you that you are MINE?”

Ichigo grit his teeth, wincing as he was stretched out further, until he felt like he was indeed being torn in half. He jerked his head against Byakuya's hand, growling in pain. "Make up your fucking mind. Just make it the fuck up, Byakuya. One moment, I'm yours, the next, I'm not, and now I am again?" Ichigo spat, eyes narrowed in anger and the pain.

"And you had the fucking chance to do this before, and yet, you didn't even fucking try!" He gripped the desk tighter, his teeth gritting. "It was your fucking choice. And the person I decided to drown my sorrows in 'doesn't bottom'." The teen snarled, almost content that he hadn't told Byakuya anything. "If you deem me as mine, then fuck me. Show me you fucking mean it."

“Whether I am in your bed or not, I will be the only one buried inside of you!” Byakuya snarled back at Ichigo. Byakuya pulled his hand from Ichigo, and he slicked his arousal, still looming over the boy, his eyes snapping fire. He rammed himself into the lithe body, breathing at the exquisite, tight heat that wrapped around him immediately.

He felt that the majority of the resistance was taken away by the stretching, and he was secretly glad for it. He didn’t want to hurt Ichigo as the Hollow had hurt him. This wasn’t punishment for what the bastard had done. This was a claim. “Say my name.” He growled as he thrust powerfully into Ichigo’s prone body. “Say it!”

Ichigo's breath hitched as Byakuya pushed into him roughly, his breath coming in rough gasps. He didn't need to be asked a third time - his gasps contorted into soft, breathy whimpers of Byakuya's name, the feeling of his lover within him enough to tilt his hips, begging for more.

It didn't mean he was forgiven, but it made him feel better that the captain wasn't that disgusted by him. "K-koi..." The affectionate term slipped off his lips as easily as the Kuchiki's name did, his voice mixing with a heady Riatsu to give it a seductive edge. "Oh, Kami-sama... Harder..." Ichigo gasped out, face flushed and heated, like the rest of his body. "S-so... Good..."

Byakuya didn’t slacken his pace. He pushed hard and long into Ichigo’s body each time, his fingers still tangled in the boy’s hair, pulling back his head far enough that it caused his back to arch involuntarily. Byakuya growled in pleasure when his name was whimpered, and he answered with a few brutal, quick thrusts, his predatory, dominating nature changing his actions towards Ichigo completely.

“My seed will wash him out of you.” He whispered into Ichigo’s ear. “And I will be the only one you think of.” He pushed himself cruelly in again, picking up the pace as Ichigo begged, his heart singing along with the term of affection that was whispered off of Ichigo’s lips. “No one will have you!” Byakuya snarled. “Not your lover, not Ichimaru, Aizen, or Kaname. I will protect you because you are goddamn well MINE.”

It was the closest to a confession of love that Byakuya had ever come, and he found himself clinging to Ichigo’s body, the thrusts still just as animal, but his energy had changed to one of true love and possession. Byakuya would never let anyone touch Ichigo again.

Ichigo gripped to Byakuya with one hand, his other steadying them on the desk, that was currently shaking with the force of his lover's thrusts. "I-I love you, Byakuya." He gasped out into the captain's ear, eyes closed with the force of his passion. "Oh, Gods, I love you."

Byakuya's dominating words and possessive Riatsu made him moan, low and loud, his inner muscles tensing over the Kuchiki's arousal as he neared orgasm. "Please...don't push me away again. Don't... don't ever stop being with me."

He whispered, choked whimpers passing his lips and then, a brief moment of silence as his breathing hitched, his back arching and a near-scream ringing through the room, the burst of Riatsu encasing them in a haze of blue, his half-open eyes the color of the sky outside of the cracked windows. "I love you, Byakuya..."

Byakuya’s voice escaped him, a low, keening moan that carried Ichigo’s name on it like a soft spoken promise. He tensed, and with a final, all of the sudden gentle thrust, he brushed all the way across the boy’s prostate, a silent motion of care before he spilled himself inside that tight, blessed heat.

Instead of pushing Ichigo away as he always had, he pulled the boy up from the desk and hauled him to his body, his fingers digging into the soft material of Ichigo’s haori. He rested his chin on the red head’s shoulder, pulling him tighter against his long, lithe body as he regained his breath. He said nothing. He didn’t need to. Ichigo had said it for him.

Only now did Ichigo wrap both of his arms around Byakuya's neck, resting his cheek against his lover's shoulder to deepen thier embrace further. He felt so whole, so complete... and he felt satisfied.

The Shinigami closed his eyes, basking in the warmth of heated sex on Byakuya's sweat-dampened skin with a deep, contented breath as he ran his lips over Byakuya's neck, the affection lasting in the throes of the near mind-shattering orgasm. He must have been dreaming... but this was one that he didn't want to wake up from.

He wanted to love Byakuya, until the day they passed away to the higher power. He didn't want to ruin this moment... he wanted it to last as long as he dared to cling to the single point of thier time that they were true lovers, clinging to each other for breath after an equally amazing release - he didn't want this surreal, affectionate Byakuya to end, but it would, eventually, whether it was another spat or argument, or simply work, that drew them apart, he wasn't yet sure of. But then, who could tell the future?

“Kurosaki, the paperwork is ruined.” Byakuya whispered in a strain. He stepped back, gingerly pulling from the boy’s body, a gaze of predatory approval coming to his face at the sight of his seed dripping down the boy’s thighs.

He pointed to the corner of the room where there was always a wash basin ready for his long days in the office, and it had a bit of water in it and some clothes to the side. Byakuya helped Ichigo to it, and he cleaned himself off before going to a knee in front of Ichigo and cleaning off his lover, something that a nobleman would never do to a lower born Shinigami.

He looked up into Ichigo’s face, a passive, content expression, and his hand drifted along the flat ridges of Ichigo’s belly, tracing the muscles with his fingertips. Fuck the paperwork.

"You know you don't care, koi." Ichigo smiled at Byakuya as he was helped into the basin, although a shocked expression came to his face as his lover cleaned him. Evidently, the moment hadn't ended yet. The teen ran his fingers through the long, dark strands of silk-like hair as Byakuya looked up at him, and leaned forward to kiss him softly.

"Besides, paperwork can be redone. And then screwed up again." Ichigo murmured, a grin on his face. "Besides, I think the ones you forced me to do are safe. But, the floor isn't great." He motioned to the dark ink stains on the tatami mat, and couldn't help the grin. "Eager bastard."

“Indeed.” Byakuya answered. Ichigo didn’t have much more time to berate Byakuya before the elder Shinigami pushed him backwards onto the futon behind them and began pulling his obi away from him and began parting Ichigo’s robes. This was the legendary Byakuya that Renji had complained about.

He had an enormous sexual appetite with the right person, and it was showing now with Ichigo as he stripped them both and covered the boy’s body with hot, possessive kisses and nibbles. His raven hair spilled out over his shoulders, and he bit his way down to Ichigo’s lower abdomen and gazed up at him. A single eyebrow raised before he asked a question. “Again?”

Ichigo was powerless to resist against Byakuya's sudden pounce, the soft brush of lips and the quick, barely-there nips against his skin making him squirm and arch. "Go ahead." He murmured, feeling almost drunk on the touch. Ichigo warned, hooking his hands behind his head lazily. "And if you don't fuck me hard enough, I might just fall asleep on you."

“Acceptable.” Byakuya made with the one word comments again. Without having to prepare much, Ichigo still being slick from the previous encounter, Byakuya easily slid into him, and this time, the pace was lazy, almost too gentle as he thrust into the tight heat.

“This is better than ‘fucking hard’ as you like to say.” Byakuya growled in his ear. “Sleep if you want, but I doubt you’ll be able to.” It was true. On each thrust, he pressed in, colliding with Ichigo’s prostate and then, he completely pulled out, looking up at Ichigo as his mouth hovered over the boy’s erection.

“Are you sure you want to sleep?” He asked quietly. With that, he took Ichigo into his mouth, showing the boy what hundreds of years of experience actually meant.

"Oh, shit..." Ichigo gasped out, his hips rocking ever so slightly into that wonderful, warm mouth and tongue. "Oh, Gods, Byakuya... don't stop..." He moaned low and long, his fingers sliding from behind his head to entangle in the dark hair that spilled over his thighs.

He grit his teeth, his fingers daring to tighten slightly. "Please, koi... don't stop." He murmured, eyebrows knitted together in the ecstasy-like pleasure that ran and shook every nerve in his body. He hadn't realized that Byakuya had such an appetite for sex - Shuuhei had mentioned that he was a rough top (he was, if you got his angry), but hadn't mentioned anything about fucking cravings. Like a pregnant woman, but worse.

Byakuya continued the sweet torture, his tongue sliding across the head of Ichigo’s arousal before the tip slid down the indention beneath the head, vibrating and licking slightly. He ran his lips down, and then, he pulled them back up, applying a bit of suction. Even as he applied his knowledge to Ichigo’s body, the simple soft whimpers and the moans being elicited from the boy’s mouth were intoxicating and arousing.

He pulled back completely and then loomed over the boy again, and he eased himself into Ichigo’s body, starting the same, gentle, steady pace as before. He wouldn’t last this long this time, but hopefully, with a couple of strokes, neither would Ichigo. He leaned down and kissed the red head feverishly, contrasting against the incredibly gentle thrusts. This was no longer fucking. And the difference between this and the previous scared Byakuya shitless.

Ichigo cried out as Byakuya pushed into him once again, the constantly changing pleasures sending him closer the edge quickly, pressing into the kiss with something larger than lust... passionate desire. Love and lust combined, to make a deadly weapon that so many people suffered and died from.

This beautiful Shinigami, this powerful captain that only he could make submit, was someone he belonged to. He held a chain made of passion and love, and it was attached to Ichigo's chest, and if pulled hard enough, would open up a hole. He arched as he released, his cry echoing through the room and Riatsu pulsing thickly in the air, rolling over the lovers like a blanket.

Byakuya came with a quieter gasp, pleasure rolling through his body gently. In the end, he collapsed elegantly along Ichigo’s side, his body draping the teenager’s right arm and leg. His raven locks spilled out across the Shinigami’s shoulder and he sighed softly into the skin, words not really meaning anything to him right now. A single, lithe hand rested on Ichigo’s chest, warming the skin even through the flush of passion.

“We’re behind on the paperwork now.” Byakuya lamented quietly in his stoic voice. “I guess it can wait until tomorrow.” He closed his blue eyes, and before he realized what he’d done, sleep overtook him, and he slept with only dreams of a red headed human pounding his way through his head with the smallest of Bankai.

Coming Up Next: Chapter 15: The Way to Drown Your Troubles

"My legs feel like jelly, Shuu..." Kira squirmed slightly, managing to get onto Shuuhei's thighs, but feeling much too drunk to do much else. "I-it's... not that far to your house, ne?" The blond had gotten uncomfortable upon noticing the arousal in his friend's Riatsu, his own problem growing. He knew this scenario almost by heart. This was a game that Gin had loved to play. "Please, Shuuhei... take me to your bed." He whispered softly…

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