[Dicontinued] Fire and Ice

Note: We wanted to do something fun. We’re doing a series of Halloween Omake just as a thank you to all our reviewers because you guys have treated us so well. All of you hold a special place in our hearts, and Brightside and I have had so much fun writing this story, and there will be more fun to come. We’re not even half-way done yet!

Title: Halloween Shinigami Style Golden

Disclaimer: Whatever. You know we don’t own Bleach. If we did, it wouldn’t be suitable for network TV…obviously.

Pairings: Ichigo (as himself) / Byakuya (as bunny) and Isshin (as himself) / Nurse Ryuken (Ichi Daddy/Ishi Daddy)

Warnings: Shameless Smut, Fluff, and Humor


“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.” He was annoyed. The markings of his royalty had been removed from his hair, and it had been swept back and held there by a band that was attached to the most annoying aerial objects ever. Kuchiki Byakuya, taicho of the 6th squadron, glared at his lover, his blue eyes flashing furiously, but it didn’t seem to have any of its usual affect on Kurosaki Ichigo. He raised a hand to the objects on top of his head, and he growled.

“Was it your idea to dress me up like this?” His long body had been encased in the most revealing, tight black shirt EVER, and his pants…What human bastard thought these contraptions up…were the most slippery leathery material ever that squeaked every time he took a step. On his shapely ass, a cute, powder puff tail had been attached, and on top of his head, white rabbit ears protruded from his mass of raven black hair. “I’m humiliated.” Byakuya groaned.

Ichigo couldn't help but grin, wrapping his arms around Byakuya to grope him rather blatantly, pulling softly on the tail attached to the lovely, squeaky pants. "It's Halloween. You dress up for the humiliation, and the humiliation only." Of course, Ichigo had managed to skive off of costuming once again, dressing up quite simply as himself, and had decided half-way through Byakuya's dressing that he wouldn't mind at all having a leash for him.

Of course, he didn't have that stuff lying around. He pressed his lips to Byakuya's neck, moving away the silky, black locks, and realized that Byakuya had left something off. He snickered softly, reaching behind him to get the collar from the dresser. "Maa, it's not complete without this."

“I will kill you.” Byakuya groaned. He tilted his head back obediently and winced as the collar was wrapped around his delicate neck, and then, when all was said and done, he looked into the mirror at himself. He wasn’t half back looking with the black clothes, and even the collar…didn’t look too bad. But those goddamn ears! “Kurosaki, I want these…EARS off now.”

His bottom lip set out at a way that it seemed like he was pouting, his cheeks flushed gently, and he gave Ichigo his best seductive look, hoping against hopes that it work so that he could take the blasted things off. Those…and the tail. His lithe hand strayed to the protruding puff, and he scowled. “This gets in the way when I sit down.”

"But then, it'd just be tight clothes and a collar. That's cheating." Ichigo didn't dare tell Byakuya that we was dressing up as a porn bunny - he would be chased around the town by Senbonzakura, he was sure.

"Everything gets in your way when you sit down. You should be used to sitting down on things by now." He murmured softly, toying with the ears. This was going to be much too fun - possibly too much. "And besides, it's paperwork day tomorrow. I'll make it up to you then, I promise."


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Ryuken was possibly the least happy in the household at the moment - probably more so than Byakuya. After all, the noble wasn't the one who had to wear this... /abomination/. "Isshin, I can't walk. I squeak." He grit out, pulling down on the edge of his garment in futile hope that it would simply stop squeaking, and possibly cover him up more. He never did know why he agreed to dress up like this in the first place.

Or know how it got down on paper. But, he was wearing it. It was, as Isshin had specified, the shortest-cut nurses outfit (made of PVC) that he could find, complete with thigh-high stockings and high heeled boots. “I swear, you’re going to pay for this. You aren’t even wearing anything humiliating, you skiving bastard.”

Isshin pulled on his doctor’s coat and grinned at Ryuken rakishly. “No, koi. You are the bottom, remember? All humiliating costumes go to you.” He patted his lover’s ass through the tight material and grinned. Ryuken’s face had been exquisitely made up, and the pale locks had been curled at the tips so they wisped around his face alluringly, and the thin lips had a good coat of blood red lipstick on them, making him look quite the part of a naughty nurse. Isshin grinned wolfishly.

“How much are you willing to bet that no one will recognize you?” He asked. “You know, when we get to the shop, I’ll bet Uryuu with be there with Abarai-kun… Bet he won’t even know it’s you!” Isshin slid a hand up a stocking covered inner thigh and smiled lecherously. “Want to take the skirt off for a few minutes, Ishida-kun?”

"Stop it, you indecent, shameless bastard." Ryuken hissed, even though he found himself growing hard. His eye twitched, and he hit Isshin roughly with a fist, accompanied by a hefty squeak from the uncooperative outfit. "Damn you." He spat, bristling.

"If you dare, DARE, do this at the party, I'm going to shoot you. And if you DARE drop any hints on who I am, I'm going to BEAT you. SO hard that you won't be able to walk for weeks." He knew that the Shinigami was going to come up with some smartass comment to that, but with a too-sexually-active bastard like Kurosaki Isshin, to not receive a comment would be very close to a miracle.

Isshin issued a deep, impish chuckle as his fingers traced up the inside of his lover’s thigh and found the erection between his legs, encased in black silky thong panties. “Wow. You actually wore them, Ishida-kun.” He purred. His fingers slipped inside the underwear and gently rubbed at the Quincy’s entrance to his body, not wasting any time on foreplay.

“Want me to put it inside you right now, Ishida-kun? It will hurt, but once it’s inside, you know it will make you feel good.” Isshin purred softly in his lover’s ear. God, the nurse outfit was so amazing, and Ryuken made the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, without a doubt. “Want me to make you moan, Ryuken?” He growled seductively.

Ryuken shivered, gripping hold of Isshin's thighs to steady himself. "I may have been robbed of my dignity, Isshin, but if it's down on paper, I won't go down on my word." He grit out. He stumbled (quite squeakily) towards the bed, slipping the skirt down his thighs quickly so that it pooled at his feet. "Horny fucker. Just put it in." The Quincy growled, sinking down onto his forearms and pushing hips into the air, careful not to smudge his makeup.

"I'm stretched enough." It was true, really - 'paperwork day' had come a day early, it seemed. He made a mental note to tame Isshin's rampant sexual appetite.

Isshin had enough presence of mind to slather himself with some generic lotion after he freed his erection from his pants. “Ok, koi… Just relax.” Isshin purred. He pushed the thong to the side and smiled at the beautiful sight his lover presented in a nurse’s outfit in black stockings, thong, and white top.

He pushed himself inside the Quincy’s body in one, short, quick thrust, and he groaned as the velvet heat surrounded him. “Fuck yeah… Gods you are always so tight, Ryuken…like you’re a virgin or something…” He pushed forward again, angling his hips just like he knew the Quincy loved, and he lowered his voice, leaning forward and speaking into his ear. “Whimper and moan for me, Ishida-kun. You sound so pretty when you do…”

Ryuken gasped as Isshin pushed into him, his body tensing at the pain. At least the Shinigami had made sure that one of them was prepared for it. He trembled slightly, glad for the hands holding his hips up - he felt like his legs were going to buckle any second. As his sweet spot was brushed, he found himself moaning on cue with Isshin's demand, soft whimpers following after it as the pain and pleasure mingled. The deep voice in his ear was enough to make him arch his back, the warm breath over the back of his neck making him bite back louder groans. He preferred to be quiet, after all - his screams of orgasm were enough for Isshin, he had found over the years. He dimly heard an angry voice and thudding of a fist on the wall, and vaguely heard Ichigo tell them to shut up and stop it.

~*~*~*~

Byakuya sighed and sat down on Ichigo’s bed, his blue eyes taking in the room. It didn’t look like the room of a powerful Shinigami. It was neat, yes, but the walls were littered with various posters of pretty girls or men, some holding musical instruments while most of the girls had hardly any clothes on at all. Ichigo’s banging on the wall made Byakuya jump a little. He was kind of enjoying listening to the Quincy’s soft, whispering moans through the paper thin walls.

“It’s not going to work. His sexual appetites were legendary in Soul Society.” Byakuya mentioned dryly. “It’s no wonder he has three offspring.” Karin had been at best, unfriendly to him when Ichigo had introduced them, shooting Byakuya a horrific ‘go-to-hell’ glare before leaving with the Urahara brats to go beg for candy like street waifs. He closed his eyes at another moan and nearly whimpered. These pants weren’t going to hide much.

"Why is it my dad that has to have the biggest sexual appetite this side of the fuckin' world?" Ichigo groaned, collapsing onto his bed and hiding his face under the pillow. "This is the third damn time today. THIRD." Ichigo wrapped his around Byakuya's waist, pulling him closer.

There wasn't much helping it - they were both hard, after all. He was actually vaguely glad that Byakuya wasn't blocking everything out, like before - then he'd understand what it felt like to be riled into sexual frustration. His other hand snaked around to gently rub Byakuya's inner thighs, grinning to himself. Well, there was one completely satisfying way to relieve sexual tension.

“I-chigo…” Byakuya brokenly whimpered his name, and as if though he’d been trained to, he spread his legs wantonly, the pants stretching over the expanse of his long muscles and stretching out over his prominent erection. His breath hitched as Ichigo’s fingers brushed over his thighs, and he looked up into the chocolate brown eyes pleadingly. This was so degrading.

He arched his hips and tugged at the button of his pants in frustration, never having worn something as annoying as this. “Get these off of me.” He growled. He tugged at them viciously, and moaned as his own hands brushed over his arousal. “Please…”


"Gladly. It's a shame the tail has to go, though." Ichigo murmured, tugging at the button and with some difficulty slid the pants slid down Byakuya's thighs. Perhaps there was some not-so-small downsides to have his lover dress in such skin tight clothing. After some struggle, Ichigo rid Byakuya of the squeaky pants, and then held him close, brushing the captain's hair out of the way and trailing lingering kisses on the pale neck exposed to him, a smirk lighting up his eyes.

"What do you want me to do, koi?" Ichigo's hands caressed his lover's thighs, staying clear of Byakuya's erection teasingly. He was very pretty when he begged - and Ichigo felt like teasing him a bit.

Byakuya’s eyes narrowed in annoyance, and his own hand drifted down to his erection encased in those infernal things that Ichigo called “briefs” and he shoved his fingers into the waist band and began to stroke himself, arching his back and purring softly, giving Ichigo a show he’d never seen before.

He arched and moaned elegantly, his hand moving with the firm intent of bringing himself to pleasure. “I’m not going…to beg!” He growled in annoyance. The growl turned into a soft, high pitched whimper as his body began to shiver with the promise of release. Ichigo would probably be pissed if he did this all by himself, even if it was an erotic display, but he didn’t give a shit. It just…felt so good. “I-Ichigo!” He moaned softly.

"As hot as that is, Byakuya..." Ichigo gripped both of Byakuya's hands and pinned them behind his back with one of his. "I can't let you get off by yourself." He rubbed the captain's abdomen as if in apology before returning to his leisurely caresses. "'N you just need to tell me what to do for you, koi." He knew that by now Byakuya would be much to close to release to tease for much longer, and after that particularly erotic display, Ichigo had gotten to the point where he needed to release himself from his pants.

He did so, hurriedly, and almost sighed with relief as the constricting pressure was gone. Instead, the redhead bit softly into Byakuya's shoulder, enough to leave a dull throb of pain, but not intending to draw blood.

Byakuya rested on his back, submitting to Ichigo completely, and his legs spread wantonly again, opening up a full, erotic view of his body to Ichigo’s eyes. He arched his hips and pulled one of his hands away, licking his own fingers and gazing at the redhead with blazing blue eyes.

His fingers strayed underneath his thigh, and when he lifted his leg and pressed his knee to his shoulder, he slid the fingers inside of himself, the gaze never leaving Ichigo’s eyes.

“Is this direct enough for you?”

He demanded in a dark, seductive voice. He closed his eyes in pleasure as he brushed over his own spot of pleasure, and then, with a soft, pleasure filled moan, he added two more fingers abruptly, the pain mixing with the intense need to release. “…I need it…” He whimpered.

Ichigo very nearly fell off the bed at the blatant erotic display in front of him. He spat onto his hand, and wiped the make-do lubrication over his arousal before leaning over Byakuya and giving him a lust filled, deep kiss, accompanied by a low moan as he tugged on his lover's wrist, pulling the fingers away and pressing his erection to the only slightly stretched entrance.

He pushed in slowly, his teeth gritting at the tightness that surrounded him. "Oh, fuck..." Ichigo hissed, pulling Byakuya close to his chest and whispering soft praise into his ear, body trembling as he let the captain adjust to him.

Byakuya cried out Ichigo’s name the moment the teenager pushed into him, the rabbit ears onto of his had shaking as he arched his back up into his young lover and met each wild thrust for wild thrust. It hurt like fire. But it still felt damn good. “Let’s make your father go for his fourth round.” Byakuya challenged.

He moaned out loudly as Ichigo pressed in to him again, and he began to arch his hips roughly into each wild, demanding thrust, his nails raking down Ichigo’s back. “Please…harder…” Byakuya whimpered. He raised his legs and hooked them over Ichigo’s shoulders. “Fuck me harder, Ichigo…”

Ichigo gripped hold of Byakuya's hips, driving himself into his lover harder as asked of him. He was panting in both exertion and arousal, eyes half open and trained on Byakuya's face, watching the flitting pain and ecstasy there. The ears on top of his lover's head were very appealing - the Shinigami decided he'd have to make Byakuya wear them more often. And that pretty little tail.

His thrusts became yet rougher, head rolling back at the sheer pleasure that filled him. "F-fuck..." He hissed, his hands gripping his lover's hips with bruising force as he sped towards completion.

Byakuya’s moans become soft cries of pleasure, wrapping around the air of the room and sifting through the walls into Isshin’s room. The term “fucking brats” filtered back into them through the plaster, and Byakuya smirked in amusement up at Ichigo. He let loose his most seductive, loudest, deep moan of pleasure, and begged Ichigo as he knew the boy enjoyed. “Please…Ichigo…Come inside of me. Please!”

He was speaking like a street mongrel. He sounded like Renji when he was begging for it, but he didn’t care. This felt good and right, and he was enjoying teasing the men on the other side of the wall.

Payback is a bitch.

He whimpered and arched, hs hand coming between them to stroke himself in time with the fast thrusts, bringing himself to a roaring climax, his voice cutting the night with Ichigo’s name.

As Byakuya tightened around him, Ichigo let loose a loud cry, his release filling his lover's sex-heated passage. He slumped over the Kuchiki, his chest heaving as he recovered from the breath-taking orgasm. When he finally did, he looked over at the clock blearily and snickered.

"We're gonna be unfashionably late." He murmured, holding Byakuya to his chest. This was pleasant - holding his lover against his chest, making a soft, content noise. "Lets just hope that they don't take payback on us."

OWARI Part One

Up Next: Chapter 16: The Garden of Good and Evil

“Stop bein’ such a coward.” Renji whispered in Ishida’s ear. “I wanna be the one that you remember whenever anyone else ever touches you. You can handle that…right?” His hand crossed over Ishida’s waist slid down, and for the first time since they’d met, his touch turned sexual. He grasped at Ishida’s sex through his pants, his fingers delicately stroking while his palm warmed and massaged sensually. “I don’t want you to leave, ‘Shida. Not yet.” His hand became more insistent, and he pressed his lips against the slender throat of his obsession with a soft smirk. “Tell me to stop.” He whispered. “And ya’d better mean it. Because if ya don’t, I won’t stop t’all.”

Ishida took in a deep, shaky inhale of breath as Renji started massage him through the tight pants that he wore. "St-stop..."

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