Sinner

A/N: Hello dears, good news...the lemon has finally arrived! So here's a steamy little present to all my reviewers that I love oh-so-much. Hope you enjoy, and please tell me if it's any good. I'm kinda nervous.

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Drowning

He was drowning, drowning in liquid heat.

There was a tongue running along the seam of his lips, not pushing, not forcing, and somehow so much more demanding because of that. It was wet sin teasing him lazily into submission, and he was parting his lips, opening his mouth, letting the warm muscle enter and destroy and rebuild him completely. He was groaning out of his throat and into that mouth, tilting his head and grasping his bound hands at nothingness.

That is what this kiss did to him.

That is what this man’s kiss did to him. It devoured him. As his tongue was sucked in between two thin lips and his inexperience was proven by the way he tried to participate but was just so overwhelmed that his own tongue was pushed and pulled and sucked as if it were attached to the strings of a marionette and this man was controlling everything.

Gods, he was drowning. There was no hope for him, and he couldn’t call out for help, couldn’t beg to be saved because his mouth no longer belonged to him. It belonged completely to the silver haired fox that claimed him with a swift bite to his plump lower lip that had him gasping and reminded him that he no longer had the will to fight this anymore.

There was nothing coming to save him, and he didn’t want to be saved anyways. He had sealed his fate with his words, an affirmation of the very idea that he could possibly need this man as much as his body screamed that he did. He was a captain, proud, undeniably talented and strong, and currently whimpering into a mouth filled with sweet heat and lies.

So, he was drowning, and he no longer wanted nor knew how to breathe. To hell with it anyways, did it even really matter anymore?

There was a smooth, cool hand cupping his cheek. It was tilting his head to the side, directing him in where to go next, because he honestly didn’t know and he just squeezed his eyes shut even tighter and thought about how hot his skin felt. Is this what sin felt like? Like burning fire licking at every part of him that had been exposed?

Who was he anymore if he wasn’t those teeth and that tongue and chapped lips?

And then those lips were leaving his and he was following them with his own even as he inhaled sharply for the breath that he had been deprived of. His eyes opened slowly, hazy from an emotion he could not name and he looked into the face of his captor and savior. A face that now belonged to him, forever imprinted in his mind.

He breathed deeply, desperately, his mouth open as air circulated into his lungs, and even still he would have given up breathing if it meant he could have those lips on his again, and he didn’t even want to think about what that urge implied.

Crimson eyes stared into his own teal ones, and for a moment that was enough. There were no need for words, no need, because they would only taint the air anyways.

But then Ichimaru was speaking and he had to force his mind to clear in order to understand anything he was saying.

“I see no regret in yer eyes.”

“I see none in yours either.” Hitsugaya spoke slowly, not completely trusting his voice at the moment.

“I gave up on that feelin’ long ago.” Was the simple reply that he received, and only then did he notice that long fingers were still cupping his face, tracing nonsensical designs on his cheekbone.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Do ya ever, hime?”

“Don’t call me that, dammit!” He growled, debating on just how to retaliate. Considering his current position, it would either have to be verbal or a swift head butt.

“Would you prefer, Hitsugaya-taicho?”

Anything he might have said or done was cut off by that statement. His heart sinking slightly at the words. No, he would not prefer that. He didn’t deserve that title anymore. Not when he begged for the relief that only a traitor could give. He looked away, his eyes searching the white room for something, anything to look at, but he didn’t have much time as the hand on his cheek began to push his face, urging him to look back at a villain.

“Do ya feel regret now?”

His eyes widened, caught in the idea that perhaps there was a hint of desperation in Ichimaru’s voice beneath the amusement-laced words.

“Why do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Try to make me hate you.”

“Would ya know what ta do if I didn’t?”

He thought for a moment, waded through the cryptic formation of those words.

“I…wouldn’t know who you were if you didn’t”

“Tell me ya want me again.”

“I…” He swallowed thickly, noticing that it didn’t get any easier.

“Don’ be shy, chibi. Come now, it’s only yer pride that ya must surrender ta me.”

Hitsugaya chuckled then, the sound mirthless even to his own ears. “It is my pride that is the foundation of everything I am. You are nothing without your façade and I am a stranger without my pride.”

Instead of speaking, Ichimaru trailed his fingers down the exposed chest of his little captive, tracing the ribs and the ridges of his seemingly delicate skin. To Hitsugaya the act appeared almost affectionate and he turned his head away once more, a blush forming brightly on his cheeks as he tried to steel his nerves once more. He had more to say, more that he wanted to express and even though he knew this was wrong, knew that he was becoming a traitor in his own right, betraying the people he had sworn to follow loyally, he still had to speak, for these were words that would no longer be hushed.

“I do not regret, Ichimaru, even though I wish for nothing more. You have won, you have made me hate everything that I have become under your hands. I know nothing now except what I know of you and even still, even though you have…” He trailed off, struggling with the words. Not willing to openly express just how much this man had broken him down, so instead he turned his eyes back to Ichimaru and took a deep breath. “…I want you…I wish to the gods that I didn’t, that I had the will or even the urge to kill you, but I do not. I do not regret you.”

There was expression in those blood eyes, it was brief and hard to read, but it was there before Ichimaru was reigning in his control and smirking at the small captain hoisted in his arms.

“Ya really have lost yerself, haven’ ya? Where’s tha big, bad taicho, hmmm? Where are yer claws? Don’ tell me I’ve completely ruined ya.”

Hitsugaya could feel anger seeping into him that hadn’t really been there since Ichimaru had entered the room. His body shook with it and his eyes narrowed in wrath as Ichimaru’s narrowed in amusement.

“Dammit, just do what you came in here to do, or fuck off!” He fumed, wishing at that moment that he had his arms free so he could punch that grin off that pointed face.

“What thing is that?”

“Stop playing dumb asshole, you know what I mean!” He snapped back, feeling like this was a surreal dream that could not possibly be actually happening.

“Yes, I do, but I wan’ ta hear ya say it.” Hitsugaya cringed at the chuckle that followed that statement.
He choked on the words, blushing a deep shade of red as he struggled to say exactly what he knew was about to happen.

“Just…just fuck me and get out” He said it lowly, trembling slightly in irritation and immense embarrassment, refusing to look up into eyes that he knew were filled with barely contained glee. Dammit, the bastard had won again. He always seemed to. And now there was no denying what they both knew was bound to happen, because Hitsugaya had said it, had finally confirmed with words that he never thought that he would be able to utter and there was no going back.

He gasped slightly when long fingers firmly grasped his chin and his head was jerked up and he was once more forced to look at the face that had murdered and rebuilt him.

“I think ya got it wrong, hime. I’m not jus’ gonna fuck ya. Don’ throw it around so lightly. Don’ think that it’s jus’ yer body that I want. I’m gonna claim every inch of ya, devour ya, consume ya, until ya no longer know any name but mine, not even yer own. Ya will no longer know where ya end and I begin, and ya wont care because it will no longer matter. I am gonna fuck ya, take away that precious virginity that ya so pathetically cling to, but I’m also gonna make love ta ya, o’ at least tha closest thing ta makin’ love as someone like me is capable of. Every breath, pant, moan, scream, tremble and squeeze of yer tight little body around my cock will be because of me. I will make ya forget yer shame. Ya say ya want to hate me, but by the end ya wont even know tha meanin’ ta that word anymore. That is what I’m gonna do ta ya, and afterwards I am gonna do it again.”

Hitsugaya didn’t know what he should say to that. Ichimaru was always able to do that, always able to shock him and steal away the words that he knew he should say. Ichimaru always kept him dangling, always left him caught on the edge between laughing and crying in hysterics that brought the shame that Ichimaru now promised to take away, to rid him of completely, but was that even possible? Hitsugaya didn’t see how. He would never be ready for this, never fully understand or be prepared for what he was facing, but there was no more time left and he couldn’t, wouldn’t say no in the face of the broken, devilish man who had saved his life.

“Ya’ve sealed yer fate, Hitsugaya-taicho.”

“I know.” He whispered, his head unconsciously tilting into the hand that was once again cupping his cheek.

“Ya always were a smart boy.”

“Are you reminded?”

“O’ what?”

“Yourself.”

Ichimaru giggled at that, shaking his head like Hitsugaya was a small child who had just said something naïve and cute.

“I was never like ya. Smart, but never as pure.”

“Am I to be as tainted as you now?”

“That wouldn’ be possible no matter how hard I tried.”

“Do you hate yourself?” Hitsugaya asked slowly, knowing that even though this question may have seemed as if he were stalling the inevitable, it was important nevertheless.

“Silly question.” Ichimaru leaned down to nuzzle his face in the crook of Hitsugaya’s neck, and Hitsugaya briefly wondered if the man was hiding as he fought for control of his breathing as Ichimaru’s lips brushed teasingly along his pulse point.

“One that you won’t answer?”

“That would only spoil tha fun.” Ichimaru’s breath when he spoke tickled his skin and he bit his lip harshly to keep any noises at bay.

His hands were now released and they fell limply to his sides, his legs still wrapped around Ichimaru’s thin waist, the man’s support being the only thing that was keeping him from falling to the ground. Hitsugaya thought it was a bit ironic.

His shirt that had already been opened and used to keep his hands bound was being slid off slowly by sensuous hands. He watched in a daze as it fell lightly in a heap on the floor, already forgotten and unimportant, and Hitsugaya shivered slightly as his entire upper body was completely exposed. It shouldn’t have felt as intimate as it did, but then again, nothing made sense when it came to Ichimaru.

“Now, my hime, prepare yerself. No more waiting.”

“I will never be prepared.”

“For high treason?”

“For you.”

“Don’ lie, Hitsu-chan, ya were prepared tha minute ya looked ta me ta save ya from tha espada.”

A small, emotionless smile came to Hitsugaya’s face at those words.

“You’re right. It was over for me the minute I accepted the mission.”

“Would it help if I tried ta be nice and said that I wanted ya too?”

“I already know that.”

“Tryin’ ta be coy?”

“I wouldn’t know how.”

“I beg ta differ.” And then Hitsugaya could only gasp in surprised as he was deftly spun around and suddenly being pressed to the firm mattress of his bed with Ichimaru looming over him. The coolness of the sheets against his bare back was oddly comforting and intimidating at the same time. “No more talk now.”

His lips were captured once more in a kiss as Ichimaru’s weight settled fully over him. He gasped up into that mouth as teeth bit down sharply into his bottom lip and then Ichimaru’s tongue was once more snaking it’s way into his mouth and he was left trying to hold his own in a type of battle that he was so unaccustomed to fighting in. He couldn’t help but arch into the warm hand that had woven its way into his wild white hair and was now tugging incessantly, and he couldn’t help but groan as Ichimaru’s other hand wandered under his body and was now massaging the tense muscles of his lower back.

“Hhaah.” He breathed out shallowly as Ichimaru’s lips left his mouth and began their descent to his throat, leaving teasing nips that could never really be considered pain but promised the idea of it, until finally those lips reached his frantically bobbing Adam’s apple and closed over it, sucking lightly and causing Hitsugaya’s mouth to drop open in a silent “o”.

But then they were leaving again and Hitsugaya refused to call the feeling that washed over him disappointment as those lips instead sought out the delicate skin of his collarbone and he cried out in shock and painful pleasure as the gentle nips changed drastically and Ichimaru was biting him harshly, and he knew without looking the skin was already filling with blood. Ichimaru had marked him…it really should have bothered him more than it did.

Ichimaru rose up suddenly from his ministrations and looked at the bite mark he had just created on that delicate looking collarbone, he fingered the rises and indentations of the skin idly, almost transfixed by the symbol the bite made before looking up into the face of his conquest. His eyes darkening slightly as he took in Hitsugaya’s red cheeks and lips, and the single trail of salvia that fell from his open panting mouth.

“Ya look absolutely debauched, Hitsu-chan.” Ichimaru teased, though it was somewhat strained as he resisted the urge to flip the chibi over and drive into him without preparation and without restraint.

“Shut…up.” Hitsugaya breathed out, whimpering slightly when Ichimaru ducked his head to lave at the blood that was now budding from the wound he had produced.

Ichimaru’s tongue then left a slick trail from the wound to one pink nipple, teasingly flicking his tongue against the beaded tip that was already drawn up tight before closing his mouth around the nub completely and sucking gently. He smirked slightly when Hitsugaya let out a high pitched cry and arched his back gracefully off the bed, seeking more of the contact.

Hitsugaya stiffened however when the hand that had been tangled in his hair slowly descended hotly down his neck and torso before stopping at the drawstrings of his loose pants. He closed his eyes tightly and trembled slightly as long fingers undid the knot there.

“Don’ tell me yer gettin’ scared now.” Ichimaru teased, even as his fingers lightly dusted back and forth across the skin just above his pants.

“Just do it.” Hitsugaya ordered, his eyes still squeezed tightly shut and he held his breath as Ichimaru wordlessly obeyed and his pants were slid almost agonizingly slowly down his hips and over his buttocks before Ichimaru slid them the rest of the way down his legs and quickly discarded them on the floor. Never having been given proper underwear, that was the last article of his clothing and he hissed slightly as cool air brushed along the heated skin that was currently drawn tight against his belly in arousal. He cautiously opened one eye to see what was going on as Ichimaru had suddenly stopped moving, but he quickly shut it again when he noticed the way the man was eyeing his naked body. This was perhaps one of the most embarrassing moments in his life. He had never been naked in front of anyone before, except maybe when he was too young to remember it or care, and Aizen, and even then he had kept the most intimate part of his body hidden from that devil. He had always bathed alone, always opted to keep every bit of modesty about himself that he could, and now Ichimaru was seeing every bit of him. Hitsugaya found it slightly odd that he would choose to expose himself so completely and personally to an enemy…not that he even truly knew the meaning to that word anymore.

Still, despite the fact that he was mortified at his current position, he felt his cock harden just a bit more at the idea of the look in Ichimaru’s eyes, the look that said that he was beautiful to the man.

To Ichimaru, nothing could compare to the site in front of him. Inches upon inches of smooth skin, only occasionally marred but scars that had been acquired during battle. Tiny hands fisted tightly in the bed sheets as Hitsugaya turned his face away, afraid to look and delectably embarrassed. And that cock, beautiful and petite like the rest of the taicho’s body, pulled taut against a flat belly, the prettiest shade of reddish-pink, with a pearly drop of precum gracing the tip. Ichimaru mused at the fine white hairs that sparsely covered the area surrounding the pretty little dick, and without warning he reached out to trace them, causing his neko to jump with a startled yelp and those enchanting teal eyes to open and look at him in question.

“See, not completely a baby.” Hitsugaya’s only response was a growl, that quickly turned into an almost squeal as one, long finger slowly traced over the bulbous head of his erection collecting the drop of precum there, and he watched with half lidded eyes with a mixture of lust and horror as Ichimaru brought that same finger up to his mouth and pressed it past his thin lips, a deep groan of approval radiating from Ichimaru’s throat.

He didn’t have time to react as the finger was back along with the other four to wrap fully around his cock. He bowed off the bed then, both his hands shooting out to clasp unto Ichimaru’s wrist, not halting the man, just looking for something more grounding to grab onto as Ichimaru began to move his hand up and down in an altering tempo that left Hitsugaya breathless.

“Hah haaah, fuck!”

“It’s s’ easy, kitty. S’ easy ta get ya cryin’ out fer me. Not that I’m complainin’. Although it is makin’ it hard fer me not ta jus’ take ya right now.” At this Ichimaru leaned over, his lips brushing against the shell of Hitsugaya’s ear, even while his hand kept up the jerk on his erection. “Would ya like that, kitty? Fer me ta jus’ flip ya over now and jus’ drive inta ya, without preparation o’ warnin’? I can’t guarantee that I won’t rip ya though.”

Hitsugaya stiffened at these words. And through his pleasure filled haze he fought for his words, knowing that that was not how he wanted his virginity to be taken away. “Ichimaru…don’t…ah nnngh…please.”

Ichimaru chuckled and squeezed the pulsing organ in his hand lightly before pressing his thumb into the weeping slit. “Only jokin’. Don’ worry, Chibi, I’d never damage ya like that. Besides, it would ruin the point o’ that whole tryin’ ta make love ta ya nonsense. Oh no no no, I’m gonna make ya scream, but not in pain.”

Hitsugaya wasn’t given time to respond as Ichimaru’s lips sought his own in a brief but demanding kiss before the silver haired man began to make his way down Hitsugaya’s body, leaving a burning sensation everywhere his lips touched. First to leave one more nip along the already abused skin of his neck and then to bestow some not wholly unwelcome attention to each one of his nipples. The fingers of the hand that was currently not in use traced each and every one of his ribs, which Ichimaru followed loyally with his tongue before finally stopping at his belly button, grinning wildly at the way Hitsugaya’s stomach fluttered weakly at his very breath across his heated skin and absolutely began to tremble in barely controlled restraint as he traced the small whole with the tip of his tongue before teasingly dipping inside, all the while his fist never stopped the steady pumping on Hitsugaya’s cock, the movements becoming easier with time as Ichimaru’s hand was slicked with the precum that flowed freely from the weeping slit.

“Look at tha way it’s leaking fer me, ’ittle one. It’s positively obscene.” Gin breathed against Hitsugaya’s stomach his eyes casting upwards to meet with darkened sea green eyes that were now warring to stay open. Ichimaru wondered with barely contained glee if his little chibi was even capable of coherent speech anymore. Though he really shouldn’t be surprised, skilled lover’s had fallen helpless under his hands before, how could an innocent virgin stand a chance?

“Now now, Snowy-chan, pay attention, because if ya like what I’m doin’ now, ya are gonna love what I do next.” Those eyes that stared unseeing into his own, cleared momentarily in confusion before he was unable to see them at all as Hitsugaya threw his head back, a scream escaping hoarsely from his throat as Ichimaru without warning dipped his head and pointed his tongue directly into the slit of Hitsugaya’s cock.

“Gah, Ichimaru! Wha…?” Was all Hitsugaya managed to get out as thin lips wrapped fully around the head of his arousal and began to suck harshly and his hands shot unknowingly into silver hair to grip at some form of sanity. Neither he nor Ichimaru seemed to care as some of the strands began to rip under the strain.

Ichimaru pulled off for a moment and Hitsugaya couldn’t stop the whine that escaped his throat at the loss of heat.

“Now, I want ya ta look at me, my cute, ‘ittle virgin.” He found himself obeying the request, despite thinking the idea of watching someone suck him off to be absolutely obscene, and he let out a broken groan at the feel and sight of those heavenly lips once more wrapping around his cock, the blush on his cheeks darkening at the lewd slurping sounds that the action produced.

He was sure his eyes bugged out of his head as those lips began to descend further down, until he was fully encased in that warm, wet heat, the task being simple for Ichimaru, considering his size. His hands untangled themselves from Ichimaru’s hair and began to claw to find purchase on his shoulder instead, leaving angry red marks as he dug his fingernails in. He bit into his lip to keep another scream at bay, not caring when he began to taste the metallic tang of his own blood or felt the dull pain that was nothing compared to the feeling of every one of his nerve endings on fire, all centering from the lips that were stretched so naughtily tight over his cock. This man…this man was going to kill him.

“Ichimaru…” He whispered, hating himself for the way his tone sounded almost reverent.

“Hmm?” Ichimaru hummed, The vibrations from his throat sending electricity through Hitsugaya’s own throbbing length, and he felt tears coming to his eyes at the sheer power of it.

“I can’t-” He cried out brokenly, his head shaking back and forth out of a type of desperation that he didn’t even understand. “I don’t…I feels so…so hot! I don’t know what to do, I can’t take anymore!”

And then Ichimaru was swallowing around him and the dam that had been built up so high was collapsing, and he was coming, every part of him was coming, through his fingers, toes, eyes, ears, mouth, and oh Gods his cock! There was so much, it was too much, and he couldn’t even registered that the screams that were ringing in his ears were his own. He collapsed in a heap against the sheets.

Despite the fact that his ears were ringing, through the post orgasmic haze that clouded his vision, he noticed that Ichimaru was now sitting up, catching the stray strands that had trailed from his lips that could only be-oh gods- and sucking his fingers into his mouth contentedly.

He didn’t even fight as he was flipped unceremoniously onto his stomach, and he purred slightly in contentment as feather light kisses were pressed to his back and began to trail along his spine. He nuzzled his face tiredly into the cool linen of his sheets and he didn’t even notice the way those kisses on his spine began to trail lower. He did, however, notice when his ass cheeks were parted gently and Ichimaru’s tongue began to trace the crease there, coming dangerously close to…

“Oh fuck!” His head shot up immediately and he turned it in time to notice Ichimaru’s face between his cheeks and those crimson eyes, the amusement ever present in them, staring intently back into his own. “What in the hell, Ichimaru?” He cried out weakly, wishing he sounded just a little bit angrier.

“Do shut up, Neko. I’m not done tasting ya. I want to know what ya taste like, all o’ ya. Surely yer delicious everywhere? Besides, ya wont be complainin’ in a minute.”

“Ichimaru, no-” His reply turned into a startled sob however when that talented tongue began to trace along the wrinkled flesh of his most forbidden place. He ducked his head once more, trying to hide his face, his mouth falling open as he panted against the bed sheets. He couldn’t get past how dirty this was supposed to be, but it felt so…so…

“Ichimaru!” He cried out as that tongue thrust forward and parted the tender muscle there to dip inside in an act that seemed so forbidden. The wet muscle began to dart in and out of him, tasting him, teasing him, fucking him in a lewd imitation of what was to come. And he tried to block out the indecent noises that were still audible over his own wanton cries of mortified pleasure.

His steady cries caught in his throat however when he felt something that was much longer than at tongue begin to slowly penetrate him.

“Now, jus’ relax. Pretty, I don’ wanna hurt ya…at least not this time.” Hitsugaya tried to steady his breathing as Ichimaru’s digit began to stroke his insides, coaxing him almost tenderly to relax. He willed himself to try to form at least some sort of trust with Ichimaru, if only for this moment. He felt his tense muscles begin to relax momentarily, before tensing right up again as Ichimaru took the opportunity to add another finger. He yelped when he felt a sharp slap to one of his ass cheeks and he looked over his shoulder to glare at Ichimaru in accusation.

“I said relax.”

Even in this situation, Hitsugaya couldn’t help but roll his eyes before turning his face back downwards, reminding himself how important it was to breathe right now.

It hurt, there was no denying, and even though he had been through so much worse pain, this was too intimate not to have an affect on him. Still, he knew he had to relax himself, or it was just going to hurt more. However, it didn’t stop his keen as those fingers began to scissor inside of him and Ichimaru leaned down to place a kiss between his shoulder blades.

“Shhh, Pet, calm down. Jus’ hang on fer a moment, I’m lookin’, I’m lookin’.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake, for what?

“OH!” Hitsugaya threw his head back with a deep groan as Ichimaru brushed something inside of him that sent his nerves reeling. His cock was almost immediately jumping back to attention. What in the hell was that?

“Mah mah, looky what I found!” Ichimaru watched with delight and not just a little bit of lust as Hitsugaya’s hips began to rock into his fingers as he rubbed slowly over the spongy bit of flesh beneath his fingertips. He took that moment to add his third finger, unfortunately causing the little captain to stop his lusty movements and cry out in pain. Oh no, that wouldn’t do.

He used his other hand to message the boy’s lower back and cheeks tenderly, urging him to relax as he slowly began to move his fingers in and out.

“Hurts...Ichimaru…” The words were slewed into the bed, but Ichimaru heard them anyways and he clucked his tongue before snaking his hand once more underneath Hitsugaya’s body and grabbing his now wilting flesh. Hitsugaya, despite his soft cries of pain, let out a startled moan at this contact, and Ichimaru took it as a good sign, never stopping his gentle thrusting inside that tight, sweet body.

All too soon, Hitsugaya was once more rocking into him, cursing with each breath as he used his forearms to support his weight.

Ichimaru deemed him ready.

He smirked in triumph as Hitsugaya whimpered in disappointment and he leaned over to the boy’s ear, ready to ask one more question.

“Are ya ready, Hitsugaya-taicho, because after this there is no going back…Say stop now…and I will try my best ta grant ya that request.” It was almost painful for him to say that. He knew he needed the boy now, the intense throbbing in his pants was not the only indication of that, but still he needed this one final admission, or something told him that it just wouldn’t be worth it in the end.

There was a slight hesitation, and then…

“Ichimaru?” It was small whisper, and Hitsugaya refused to meet his eyes.

“Yes?”

“Please…turn me over. If I’m going to do this, I want to look at you.”

Ichimaru could only laugh at this.

“Gladly.” Hitsugaya was suddenly flipped over by smooth hands and he waited in anticipation as Ichimaru discarded his clothes quickly, leaving Hitsugaya gaping at the proud erection that blushed angrily at him in need, and Hitsugaya would take the time to kill himself later for thinking the man to be absolutely stunning in that moment. He watched in fascination and a slight amount of fear as Ichimaru grabbed the nearby healing medicine and began to liberally coat himself with it. He did not resist as Ichimaru hoisted his legs around his waist, urging him to lock his feet behind his back, which Hitsugaya did, finding it oddly comforting. He felt the sinful brush of the head of Ichimaru’s cocking rubbing wetly against his prepared entrance and he took in a sharp breath and refused to break eye contact as Ichimaru pushed forward and his body was suddenly breached.

Any cry that he was about to make was cut off by Ichimaru’s mouth latching onto his open one in a needy kiss. Ichimaru’s hisses of unbridled pleasure and Hitsugaya’s keens of pain mingled as Ichimaru slid further in until Hitsugaya felt the brush of Ichimaru’s balls against his skin.

“Oh Gods, Ichimaru, so full! It hurts! Please stop for a moment.”

Ichimaru complied and Hitsugaya had to close his eyes to try to block out some of what was happening. It was all too much. Ichimaru was inside of him, the man that he was supposed to hate was buried in him, and Hitsugaya had welcomed it and though it hurt like hell, Hitsugaya had never felt so incredibly filled before. It was like…like nothing he could have ever imagined. Ichimaru was actually inside of him!

He took a deep breath, knowing it was now or never.

“Move, Ichimaru.”

The fox man was all too happy to comply, his body already shaking from the restraint. He started slowly, drawing back only an inch before thrusting in again, noticing that the chibi’s eyes were still closed, and tears were wetting his long eyelashes, Ichimaru bent down to lick them away before pulling back and thrusting in again and then again, increasing his length each time until Hitsugaya was loosening around him and the incredibly tight heat was almost sucking him in. A steady stream of cries began to escape Hitsugaya’s abused lips as Ichimaru began to thrust in and out fully. And Hitsugaya reached up in his haze to fling his arms around Ichimaru’s neck, drawing the man down for another kiss, crying incessantly into the mouth above him.

“Ichimaru…” He breathed between wet kisses. “Thank you for being so gentle before, but for fuck’s sake, harder!”

“Naughty boy.” Ichimaru chuckled before drawing out almost completely and slamming back in, hitting Hitsugaya’s prostate dead on.

“Fuck yes!” Hitsugaya screamed, his teeth unintentionally latching onto Ichimaru’s lower lip and tugging and Ichimaru began to fuck him in earnest, the man’s name now becoming a chant on his tongue.

“Say my name!” Ichimaru commanded, knowing that if he was already this close, his uke must be as well.

“Ichimaru!”

“That’s not what I mean, Toshiro! Say. My. Name!” He punctuated each word with a particularly brutal thrust, until the small body was writhing underneath him in soul shocking pleasure and that mouth was opening in a continuous scream.

“Gin!” And with that Ichimaru was sinking his teeth into the already wounded skin of his neck and Hitsugaya was crying out in broken sobs as he came in long streaks of white without Ichimaru even having to touch his cock, and he groaned hoarsely as he felt Ichimaru’s seed fill him merely a few seconds later as the man came with a short cry.

No longer able to hold his weight anymore, Ichimaru collapsed on his side, rolling his new found lover along with him, until the boy was curled comfortably against his side, already unconscious from the intensity of his orgasm, and all Ichimaru could do was lay there and think of the repercussions of what he had just done as he waited for his heart to stop pounding once more.