[Dicontinued] Fire and Ice

Title: Halloween Shinigami Style Golden Part Two!

Authors: R. Brightside and BrucesGirl

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

Pairings: Dr. Kurosaki/Nurse Ryuken, Jyuushiro (Angel)/Shunsui (Devil)

Notes: Here are some links to pictures of Isshin and Ryuken as requested. Enjoy!

Isshin in his Shinigami robes. Please note that his captain’s robe is wrapped around his shoulder and falls down his back like a scarf or banner. It indicates that he is probably of Scottish or French decent. (Hence Ichigo’s red hair.)

http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c166/brucesgirl/untitled-4.jpg

Ryuken (Not much to say about him except the fact that Ishida never calls him “Father.”)

http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c166/brucesgirl/Ryukencolor.jpg

Ryuken as he was younger:

http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c166/brucesgirl/Ryuken_bleach.png


Warnings: Shameless Smut, Fluff, and Humor

Ryuken straightened his skirt nervously, his lower back throbbing from the sex. "I hate you." The Quincy hissed, stepping out of the bedroom in a huff. Ichigo had actually dared to laugh at him, and Byakuya had looked very thoroughly amused. They weren't so amused, however, when the cupboard behind them was punctured by one of his arrows.

They had gotten ready in a rush, after that. Ryuken kept his hands on the edge of his skirt, not liking the way that Isshin was continually eyeing him. Although, when he dropped the change of clothes that he had bought for after the party, he was forced to bend to pick it up, his rear exposed to Isshin in an almost taunting manner.

Byakuya had watched the entire scene with vague amusement. No one would recognize the Quincy anyway unless he moaned. He wasn’t even sure the idiot brat would recognize his own father. Isshin, in the meantime, was admiring Byakuya’s ass in the tight, vinyl pants that Ichigo had picked out for him, and he found a snicker escape his lips as the powder-puff tail swayed with Byakuya’s girlish hips.

Yes, Ichigo had good taste, and it was making him horny just watching the tall nobleman move. No wonder he wore robes all the time. If the man ever wore a yakuta, he’d be raped. Isshin suddenly grabbed Ryuken’s arm and grinned at the back of Ichigo’s head. “We’ll meet you there.”

He flashed a lopsided grin to Byakuya as the nobleman turned, almost swearing he saw one of those precious bunny ears twitch. Isshin wasted no time dragging Ryuken into a dark alley, his eyes filled with mirth and lust. “Come on, Ishida-kun. Just one more time.”

"No. Fucking. Way." Ryuken hissed, one leg rising to hold Isshin away from him. "It's not fucking happening. I told you that we couldn't do it again tonight, and I meant it." To hold off Isshin further, one hand went to the base of his throat, the other holding his skirt so that the Shinigami couldn't get a glance of his underwear.

"I don't care if his outfit got you horny, you can jerk off for all I care. But we aren't doing it again - you're going to cut down on your sexual appetite, Kurosaki Isshin." The Quincy narrowed his eyes in a threatening manner, resisting the urge to fold his arms across his chest. "Whether you like it or not."

“Hush, Ishida-kun. It’ll feel good this time like every other time I’ve touched you.” Isshin’s mouth strayed to the skin of Ryuken’s neck, his entire body shivering at the sheer power of Riatsu that was in those fingers so harshly pressed against his throat. His lips pressed against the silken side of the Quincy’s throat, and he murmured against him.

“You secretly like it…don’t you…How much I love to fuck you…How much I like to hear you whimper and scream my name…Ishida-kun…” His voice lowered to a seductive purr, and he pressed his body into Ryuken’s, securely pressing him to the wall with the Quincy’s hand on his skirt between them.

“Do you want me to put my hand up your pretty skirt and press my fingers inside of you? You love it when I finger you…” Isshin murmured against his lips. He gave the Quincy a gentle, seductive open mouthed kiss, and smiled darkly. “You especially love it when I’m deep inside you…pounding you into next week with your name on my lips…telling you what a good boy you are…”

Ryuken shivered, a soft whimper passing his lips. "Oh, fuck..." He moaned out, and then bit his lip, turning his face away. "Stop... it..." He pushed back against the Shinigami, finding that he really did want it. The bastard had manipulated him to responding to every touch.

"B-bastard..." The Quincy's body continued to tremble, responding oh-so-easily to Isshin's touch. He pushed Isshin back with both hands, now, not seeming to notice that his skirt was now riding up his thighs. "Stop." He growled, his arousal evident and a blush on his cheeks. "Go and jerk off. Now. I'm not having sex with you, Isshin."

Isshin smirked. Oh this little game was familiar. “Remember the first time we made love, Ryuken?” He purred. The scene flashed through his mind, the innocent olive green eyes staring up at him in indignation and fear. “You’re all bastards. You’re going to rape me, aren’t you?” Isshin pressed the Quincy gently back with his superior strength, and with a light, tender hand, he hiked the skirt and slid a hand under the Quincy’s lean thigh to wrap his leg around Isshin’s waist.

“I’m a bastard, Ishida-kun…but I’m not going to rape you. Relax.” His hand slid underneath the black thong and gently rubbed at the arousal there, something that didn’t belong in black silk panties on any other man, but oddly enough, looked beautiful on Ryuken’s body.

“Tell me you don’t want me…Ryuken.” He veritably purred the Quincy’s name into his ear. “Tell me you don’t want me inside of you.”

Ryuken found himself in sheer bliss, the soft purr of his name making him moan aloud. Gods, don't stop. He bit down harder on his lip, head rolling back. Please, Isshin, don't stop. He slipped his leg off Isshin's waist, eyes seductive, before he dropped onto his knees, unbuttoning his lover's pants and slipping away the underwear, frowning at the erection in front of him.

Although, that didn't stop him from licking a path along it, tongue gently caressing the appendage before he took the head into his mouth, sucking gently. He realized he had only ever done this to Isshin once or twice, when he had broken and the Shinigami had refused to touch him until he was healed. Although, it seemed years of evaluation had paid off.

Isshin’s eyes rolled back into his head, and his long, lithe fingers strayed into the silken pale hair that had been curled at the end. Ryuken was no longer as young as he used to be…and yet, he was still beautiful, his pale hair shimmering in the dim light of the moon and a distant street lamp. “Ahhh…fuck, Ryuken… Concern laced through his lust hazed mind, reminding him that Ryuken only did this when he was hurt, and Isshin’s hands stopped his movements and pulled him away from his erection.

“Ishida-kun…have I hurt you?” He asked. His large, chocolate eyes seemed to be filled with an abnormal worry that filtered through in love and compassion. “Y-You don’t…have to…even though you’re fucking good…” Isshin caressed his cheek. “You shouldn’t be on your knees in a dirty alley. No matter how fucking sexy you are.”

"Five times in one day is enough, Isshin." Ryuken spoke softly, eyes hazed with lust. "You aren't having any sexual gratification tomorrow if we have sex now." The Quincy wondered why he had given that option - he knew that Isshin would make him break that promise when the time came.

"So this is all you're getting for tonight if you want it tomorrow." He purred, stroking the skin of the Shinigami's lower abdomen in the tender way he had learned made Isshin just that bit more horny. "What's your choice, Isshin?" His cheek tilted and he rubbed against the ex-Captain's hand, inwardly annoyed that he was being forced into this state.

“Ne, come here, Ishida-kun.” Isshin pulled him up from the ground and pushed him towards a fire escape to the back part of the alley and directed the Quincy gently to bend over, placing his hands on the steps of the ladder and baring his ass to Isshin’s softened gaze.

“We’ll cross tomorrow’s bridge when it comes.” He pushed aside the thong and knelt down behind Ryuken, his eyes taking in the beauty of his lover in black stockings from behind. “So beautiful.” He murmured. He leaned forward and flicked his tongue over the softened entrance to his lover’s body before licking over it and pressing the tip in ever so slightly.

Ryuken loved it when he did this. “Come on, koi…stop fighting against me being inside you. I can see that you’re not hurt.” He began to press his tongue in earnestly…Come on, Ryuken. Moan for me.

Ryuken's hips arched as Isshin pushed his tongue into his entrance, a long moan passing his lips as the slick muscle became what his whole body focused on the wonderful feeling. "Oh, Gods, Isshin..." He whimpered softly, his thighs parting wider.

Damn it, why did he always give in? But that tongue... "S-so... oversexed." He gasped out, shooting a half-hearted glare at his lover, accompanied by a soft whimper of Isshin's name. "F-fuck..." He put his forehead on the ladder, soft gasps and moans of pleasure passing his lips as he brokenly demanded more from the Shinigami.

Ah, yes, I love it when you moan for me, kitten. Isshin’s eyes closed contentedly, and a warm hand wrapped around Ryuken’s arousal and he began to stroke it gently in time with the thrusts of his hot tongue into the Quincy’s lithe body. Ahhh…That’s my boy. He loved it when Ryuken gave in so deliciously, and he loved it when the soft mewling noises issued from his throat in a confession of his pleasure.

Oh, yes…he was oversexed, but he blamed it entirely on the beautiful man in front of him as he licked his entrance and pushed his tongue inside over and over again. He paused his ministrations, and used a term on Ryuken that he only whispered in the Quincy’s most submissive moments. “What do you want, pet?”

Ryuken arched his hips in wanton need, a soft whimper passing his lips as he trembled in anticipation and the desperation for release. "I-I..." He paused for a moment, a long moan of need leaving his lips.

"Please, put your cock in me..." The Quincy murmured softly, glasses slipping down his nose. "Please, Isshin!" Ryuken arched his hips, breath coming in short gasps. "I need it." He whimpered softly, a pleading look in his eyes. Damn it, he always gave in like this.

Isshin, fairly happy with the fact that Ryuken was stretched and wetted enough, slowly eased his own erection from his pants and ran a gentle hand over Ryuken’s lower back. He spat in his hand several times before spreading it over his cock liberally, and he leaned over Ryuken as he positioned himself. “You won’t even feel a sting, my love. I made sure of it.”

He slid in easily, a soft, gentle exhale escaping his lips as he began to move against Ryuken. “God you are amazingly tight. Every time. No matter…how many times I take you.” He angled his hips down slightly, and he felt the head of his arousal meet the wall of his lover’s prostate.

“Ah, there it is. Is this what you want, pet? Do you still want me to stop?” His hands brushed over Ryuken’s lower back soothingly as he thrust into him.

Ryuken cried out as his prostate was brushed, a soft whimper leaving his lips as he rocked back into the thrusts. "S-so good..." Both his hands moved for the step above, gripping tightly until it was painful. "Don't stop... please, don't stop, Isshin-sama." He was oh-so desperate for it - the pleasure that raced through him was enough to be almost agonizing.

As Isshin began to hit his prostate on every thrust, his noises became louder, and words started melting into them, soft exclamations of his love for the Shinigami echoing through the alley, and into the street, rousing interest from passersby.

Isshin had never been shy. He didn’t care if people stopped to stare or not, but the body beneath him, writhing in pleasure, was quickly bringing him to his end. “Ne…my love…my pet…you are so beautiful.” Isshin’s full predatory, protective, and dominant side shown out as he began to thrust in earnest, pushing in gently still, although the pace was harder and set more firmly.

Always gentle…always firm. That was the only way to make Ishida Ryuken submit. Isshin-sama. It was a straight affect to his groin, and he growled softly into his lover’s ear. “Don’t forget who you belong to, Ishida Ryuken. Always me. Always.” He thrust in a few more short times and then reached around and wrapped his fingers around the Quincy’s erection. “Time to come, pet. We don’t want to be later than we already are.”

It only took that warm grip to make Ryuken scream his pleasure, his inner walls clamping down on Isshin as he released over the steps and his lover's hand, head thrown back in ecstasy and back arched into an almost impossible dip.

He slowly came back into shape, slumped over the cold fire escape with his chest rising and falling in time with his panting. "I-Isshin... I love you." No matter how many time the Quincy said the opposite, his feelings for the Shinigami were stronger than onlookers thought... and Ryuken wanted to keep it that way.

“I-I love you, Ryuken…koi!” Isshin panted softly and pulled himself from Ryuken’s body just as he released, preventing the man from walking uncomfortably with wetness running down his thighs. He gasped softly as he spilt his seed down onto the stairs and street, and then, he slumped against Ryuken’s back, his voice soft, velvety, and deep. “Am I still an oversexed bastard, Ryuken-koi?” He asked tenderly.

His fingers ghosted over his lover’s ass, and then, smugly, he slung his doctor’s bag down from his shoulder and held it up. “I have in here…a change of pants, a man’s dress shirt, boxers, and loafers. All courtesy of your closet. Do you want to change, Ishida-kun? I figure the costume was more for me…anyway…”

~*~*~*~*~

Ukitake Jyuushiro’s dark, chocolate eyes looked down over himself appreciatively. He’d always liked the human holiday where they celebrated the dead. It was one of the only ones that the Shinigami celebrated with them, and this year, Shunsui had chosen a costume for him that he felt nearly honored to wear.

Intricately created wings with real feathers spread delicately from where they were tied to his back, and a long, flowing silk robe fell to his ankles but left a tantalizing bit of his chest visible to whomever wanted to touch it. His delicate, lithe hand strayed to his halo that was constructed from something called wire and glitter, and it delicately hung over his head like a beacon of innocence.

“Ah, Shunsui…I like this costume.” He looked over his shoulder where the screen separated him from his lover, who was still getting ready. “Anou…I want to see yours. Are you done yet?”

Kyouraku Shunsui pulled the screen across, to reveal him looking rather smug in a dark red business suit, complete with black shirt and red tie. He held a red top hat in one hand, and was adjusting his onyx cuff-links with the other. The tail had pinned onto the pack of his pants, and had curled very slightly before ending in the dragon-like point like most Devil's tail's did.

His wavy, bark-colored hair was tied back into a tight ponytail, and on a band of wire, two red horns protruded. "You look stunning, Jyuu-kun." He murmured in that low, lazy voice he always used to compliment his lover with. The captain moved forward to cup Jyuushiro's cheek, a wide smile on his face as he caressed the snow-colored flesh with his thumb. "I thought that we should match."

Jyuushiro’s breath escaped his chest delicately, and he gave a slight cough into a handkerchief into his hand before looking up into his lover’s kind russet eyes. “You know, no matter how devious you may be, Shunsui…Your eyes always betray you for who you truly are.”

He pressed a gentle kiss to the bigger man’s lips, and his delicate fingertips traced the edge of a scruffy jaw, smiling to himself before playing with a stray strand of the pony tail behind Shunsui’s neck and straightening back again. “You are so handsome, my love.”

He smiled softly through the curtain of his silken white hair. They had been together for hundreds of years. No…maybe thousands. But who kept count? “Aishiteru, Shunsui-koi.” He whispered.

Shunsui's smile yet widened, and he kissed along his lover's throat, whispering soft promises of love across his skin. "You really are beautiful, Jyuushiro-koi." He murmured into a delicate ear. "So very beautiful." One hand stroked down the other captain's side, resting comfortably on the swell of Jyuushiro's ass.

"Although," Shunsui was grinning against the soft skin, now. "I don't suppose that the devil could have his way with you before the party?" He purred, caressing the enticing globe of flesh through the silk his lover wore. He always had enjoyed dressing up - it made sex just that bit more kinky.

“Sh-Shunsui…” The soft whimper escaped Ukitake’s lips as he immediately bore his neck to the bigger man, his chocolate eyes sliding shut in complete trust. “Shunsui...You know you never have to ask to take me. Just do it.”

His delicate hands ghosted up Shunsui’s thick arms and rested on his broad shoulders, and he snuggled into his chest, the tops of his wings tickling his lover’s nose. “I trust you.” His fingertips curled into the dark red silk of the suit, and he inhaled the opium and sake…mixed with something that was indescribably his lover’s scent, and he turned his eyes up to his lover, shining with their gentle compassion and innocence. “Shunsui…?”

Shunsui, still grinning, pulled something out of his inner pocket with the hand that wasn't fondling his lover shamelessly. He hung them off one finger, looking quite smug. "I reckoned that being a devil 'n all, we could do something a bit different." The object was a pair of bright red, fluffy handcuffs, un-cuffed and ready for use.

In a soft, flowing gesture, he pressed Jyuushiro against the wall, and held his arms above his head, the cuffs snapping into place and the chain hanging on a very well-placed clothes hook. "If I'm too rough, just tell me to stop, koi." He murmured softly, pulling the silk robe up so that it rested on his hips.

His hands snuck into his lover's pants, caressing the already half-hard member to full arousal before roaming elsewhere, lingering for a few moments in one place, teasing the other captain.

“Ahhh….” Jyuushiro arched shamelessly into the touch, not holding anything back from his lover. The cuffs were pleasantly warm and tight around his wrists as Shunsui held them there against the wall with the hook, making him feel completely helpless and exposed.

“S-Shunsui…Onegai… Koi… Onegai!” The words were whimpered from his lips in a soft, tender voice, his chocolate eyes opened to look into the bigger Shinigami’s compassionate eyes. He bucked his hips into each touch, showing his complete dedication to whatever Shunsui wanted, and as the man ran his hands down Jyuushiro’s lithe body, the white haired captains cheeks flushed healthily and his dark lashes shadowed down against his alabaster skin. “Ne…Shunsui… Onegai… I need you…”

Shunsui couldn't help but groan softly at the sound of his lover's pleading voice, his lips pressing against one over-heated cheek. "You beg so prettily, Jyuu-koi..." He murmured softly, pulling a tube of unused lubricant out of the same inner pocket in his jacket. He uncapped it, but before he did anything, he leaned in and kissed his lover's neck softly, the strands of white hair barely a contrast to his skin.

"Do you want me to prepare you first? Or do you want me to just put it in, koi?" The larger Shinigami locked eyes with Jyuushiro, gentle and passionate. The smaller Captain knew that Shunsui would never hurt him - but the larger of the two lovers always affirmed it, as if he didn't.

Jyuushiro’s soft whimpers reached a near crescendo before he relaxed against the wall, trembling in the nearness and denial of his release after Shunsui released his straining arousal just moments before his climax. His hips arched up in search of the touch, and he whined softly when it wasn’t given to him. At the question, he widened his stance and spread his legs wantonly.

“Ne, Shunsui… Onegai…just put something inside of me. I need to feel you…” The pleading tone of his voice took a higher pitch as his cheeks flushed pinker, and his eyes closed. “If you want to put it in now, I won’t cry…” He whispered. “….just do something…onegai!”

Shunsui knew better than to tease Jyuushiro too much - if he got stressed, then he'd start to cough his crimson life fluid away, and he would fade into his world of pain with his consumption. And that wasn't something that the larger of the two wanted to happen. He applied lubricant quite carelessly to himself, wiping the excess over his lover's quivering entrance before spreading his thighs just that bit more, positioning himself.

He pressed a deep, passionate kiss to Jyuushiro's lips, a shudder traveling down his spine as he ever-so-slowly pushed himself into his lover, glad at the relaxed tightness around him. A deep, long moan resonated from his lips, muffled the those that he kissed. There was nothing that he could compare Jyuushiro to - he was everything and anything he had ever wanted. Perhaps angelic was one very vague word.

Jyuushiro let loose a soft, whispering cry that almost sounded as an angel might falling from heaven. His long arms lifted from the hook, encased in the cuffs, encircled his lover’s neck, and he wrapped one leg around Shunsui’s waist to deepen the thrusts. His soft voice cried and whimpered on each thrust, happy to play the part of his demon’s reluctant, lusty angel.

Well…not so reluctant.

And he made a note to get rid of the halo after their romp. He arched up into the thrusts, his chocolate eyes meeting Shunsui’s and holding the gaze as his lips parted and whispered tiny love phrases and almost poetic gentleness to the other Shinigami. “Aishiteru…Aishiteru…” He nearly sang it with each thrust. “May… I….ah! May I come… Shunsui-koi?” He whispered brokenly.

Shunsui couldn't help the wide, wolfish grin that spread on his face as his lover begged for release. "Of course, my naughty little angel." He purred softly, nibbling gently on Jyuushiro's earlobe. "Go ahead." To assist, one of Shunsui's hands wrapped around the white-haired Shinigami's erection, his fingers starting a slow massage.

And, as his lover's passage began to tremble, he forced himself to pull out, not wanting to get the robe dirty, instead releasing over the (thankfully laminated) wooden floor, groaning softly as he did so. Although, it seemed that Halloween was an excuse for sex on most Shinigami's parts.

Jyuushiro whimpered out, and then let loose a broken cry of pleasure as he poured himself out into Shunsui’s gentle hands, his lover’s palm catching the whole of his release so as not to stain his pretty robes with the evidence of their pleasure. “A-Aishiteru, Shunsui.” He whispered.

He fell gently against his lover’s broad chest, and he closed his eyes contentedly, his delicate body demanding just a few minutes of sleep before the party. Shunsui would undoubtedly indulge him that much. He always did.

OWARI Part Two

Up Next: Chapter 17: The Clash of the Kurosaki Officers

Isshin proceeded to roar at Ichigo how his past was none of the boy’s business and how he’d loved his mother and other nonsense that Byakuya tuned out from the huge man out of habit. He hadn’t gotten any quieter on his stay in the Real World apparently. Isshin roared at Ichigo. “Are you NUTS boy? Taking a Kuchiki…as…as…your BOYFRIEND?!?! He’s not some kid out of your school class, Ichigo, he’s a goddamn god in this place! And their family has ALWAYS hated ours!”

Byakuya blinked. Boyfriend?

Thanks to the following reviewers! Akume (Hope you enjoy the links I provided. Isshin is a sexy son of a bitch in his robes!), Ashke (Ah, a fellow Latin studier. I studied it for four years in high school and all four years in college. I love Latin, however, it was Brightside’s idea to add it to the story. She’s an amazing author, ne? Gula literally translates to “endless hunger” or in easier terms, “gluttony.” A few of the seven deadly sins, ne?)