The Broken Souls of the Seireitei

A/N: What's up all? Another filler...I think it's an attempt to give an update on everyone before the Urahara/Kurotsuchi fight. I've created a spin on that also...so delicious and yummy! Anyway here is a fun(or I think it's fun at least) filler. Sweetness between two of my favorite couples. Enjoy.



Hitsugaya shifted uncomfortably. His 2nd seat was constantly bothering him. Not in the traditional sense; no this bothering was a lot more subtle. He was there at the office too early, did too well on his ryoka tests, furrowed his brow too much, his hair was too orange, and his sister was too sexy. Even now as Ichigo was hard at work, Hitsugaya glared at him menacingly.

“Toshiro taicho?”

The smaller white haired man was briefly thrown. He was seldom interrupted during his ‘scowl time’. Kurosaki’s eyes hadn’t even left the document he was signing.

“Yes, Kurosaki fukutaicho?”

Ichigo paused. “Shirosaki wants to know why you are glaring at us.”

Hitsugaya swallowed and averted his eyes. Kurosaki’s acceptance of his hollow and referral to his other entity as ‘us’ was slightly unnerving but to give all due credit, the hollow was right; why was he staring at him?

“I dunno. I appreciate you working so hard,” He said truthfully. Ichigo had done more in a few days than Matsumoto ever had. It was strange not seeing the voluptuous form splayed out on his couch, and the smell of alcohol around the fukutaicho area had almost totally vanished.

“Che. It’s just busy work,” Ichigo absently said, chewing on the end of an ink pen. Hitsugaya studied him, but decided not to comment. At that moment, a black flutter wafted into the office, and he immediately lifted his finger to receive the message. He frowned when the butterfly chose to land on one of Ichigo’s fingers, the wings tipped in a light bluish hue. Hitsugaya grunted and went back to his own paperwork, dismissing the message to be from Abarai concerning the latest geometry homework. He had already been reprimanded and sentenced to a detention for helping Renji cheat; better Ichigo now than him.
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Ichigo barely felt the butterfly land on his finger, only feeling a delicate wisp on his index finger. The wings fluttered and then were still, and Ichigo wondered if there was actually a message, or if it had came to him by accident. Then:

‘Mmmmm…‘

Ichigo looked up at Hitsugaya, who was too busy frowning and scribbling across the room to have made the noise.

‘Ichigo…mmmmm…ohhhhh…‘

Ichigo licked his lips and leaned closer to the butterfly. Obviously whoever sent this made it audible to his ears only, as Hitsugaya hadn’t even looked over at the moaning butterfly.

‘So hard for you, my Ichigo. Throbbing…straining with want…‘

“Byakuya?” Ichigo asked out loud weakly. Hitsugaya looked at him warily.

“What?”

“Nothing, Toshiro taicho,” Ichigo sputtered, quickly taking a sip of water. The butterfly fluttered again, almost eager to deliver the rest of the message.

‘I’m so hard for you…the tip of my cock is weeping for you…literally.‘ Byakuya’s voice was deep, smooth as lake water at midnight. Ichigo’s breathing slowed as he listened intently, trying to look as innocent as possible.

‘Do you remember last night? In the heated pool? Mmmm…you tasted so sweet. Your flesh underneath my mouth…your cock in my hands…I’m touching you now, Ichigo. Can you feel me? Do you want to feel me?‘

“Yesss…” Ichigo hissed, making Hitsugaya glare at him. Just because he did more paperwork than Matsumoto, it didn’t mean he could mumble o himself incoherently. Weirdo.

‘I’m so hot for you, Ichigo…I want to feel you inside of me. I need to feel you inside of me…I’m touching myself for you. It feels so good, my fingers just gently grazing my shaft…ohhhh Ichigo…right there…yes…I wanna feel you cum in me…I wanna feel your cum drip from my tight little asshole just like it dripped off of my face…mmmmm…‘ Byakuya moaned through the butterfly, making Ichigo’s heart thump in his ears.

‘I sent Abarai fukutaicho away for the day…I want you to come see me as soon as possible. I missed you so last night…after you left…my mind was blank. It hurt to even think of you. Come hold me, Ichigo. Come love me. Come love me. Come love me.‘

Ichigo swallowed several times as the butterfly flew away from his sweaty hand. ‘Think!‘ his mind screamed at him. How could he get away from his division to go see Byakuya?

“Toshiro taicho?” His voice was squeaky and wavering.

Hitsugaya snapped the end of the pencil he was writing with in frustration. He had felt waves from Ichigo’s already oppressive reiatsu wash over him a few times, and all the sensations had been unwelcome. “What?!!” He snapped harshly.

Ichigo swallowed. “Have you talked to Kari-chan yet?”

At the mention of Karin, Hitsugaya immediately relaxed. “No, why? Did she ask for me?” There was too much hope in his voice, and Ichigo immediately played on it.

“Yes, she wanted to know why you hadn’t come to see her yet.” He smirked at the icy captain’s blush, knowing as soon as he left that he would shunpo to his lover’s office.

“I’ve been busy,” Hitsugaya half explained, not wanting Karin to be cross with him. Karin could be rather violent if left unattended, as he found out once after a week’s absence. Urahara had wordlessly replaced the gigai Karin destroyed, no questions asked.

“Oh, she knows that. But, um…go see her. Now,” Ichigo pressed, making Hitsugaya frown.

“Why now, Kurosaki fukutaicho?”

Ichigo shrugged. “Why not now? The longer you wait, the harder she will hit you.”

Hitsugaya frowned deeper and nodded. The kid had a point. “Alright. I’ll go see Karin. Finish all the paperwork and then you can go.”

Ichigo happily saluted. “Yes Toshiro taicho!”

Toshiro sneered as he slammed out of the office. He was smart enough to know that Kurosaki was up to something, but he got to see Karin out of the deal, so it worked well for him. Ichigo’s facial expression became nothing less than devious. He went to the window to watch his captain walk towards the 2nd, and once out of view, he jumped out the window, headed to the 6th for a much needed spanking.
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Matsumoto paused in her office. Yumichika was there, bright and bouncy as usual, a large stack of papers already signed and in the box marked ‘OUT’. He even had a steaming cup of tea on her desk waiting for her.

“Good morning Matsumoto taicho!” He said joyously, standing up and saluting. Matsumoto smirked.

“So you saw us, huh?”

“Ummhmm!” Yumi answered, pulling his chair from behind his desk and sitting it in front of Matsumoto’s. When she looked confused, he motioned for her to sit down. “So tell me all about it,” The pretty man nearly begged, bouncing in the chair.

Matsumoto’s mouth dropped open. “I can’t kiss and tell!”

Yumi smirked. “Ok…then think of it as fucking and snitching. I saw you embraced in the throes of love, Fatty Matty. So dish up,” Yumi said, poking her arm. Matsumoto opened her mouth to respond, but a chirping noise made her whirl around.

‘Good morning…last night was wonderful. Lunch later? -Z.K.‘

“Is that a text message from him? I know it is, lemme see!” Yumi whined, reaching for Matsumoto’s phone. Honestly, one of the best things that Yamamoto allowed was the issuance and use of cell phones. With so many squad members headed back and forth to the ryoka world, it made it easier to track hollows with the cell phone, and also to make calls. Hell butterflies could still be sent, but it took too long to traverse between the worlds. The text message provided instant gratis, and it just looked cool.

Matsumoto held Yumi away with one hand while she furiously texted with the other hand. Her tongue was wagging out of her mouth, and she broke a nail, but her message was sent, and she put the lock code on her phone and gently set it on her desk. Yumi ‘hmphed’ furiously and flounced back down.

“And to think that I did most of the paperwork while you and Zaraki taicho canoodled in bed! I should have jumped in between you two,” The pretty man grumbled, pouting and smoothing his unmussed hair. Matsumoto opened her mouth to respond, when the phone chirped again. Eying Yumi carefully, she opened the phone and unlocked it, laughing at the response to her message.

“I don’t caaaaaare,” Yumi sang, covering his ears. Matsumoto sent another text, and nearly screamed when she felt the whoosh of Yumi’s shunpo.

“Give me the goddamned phone!” Yumi screamed, trying to wrestle it from her.

“No! It’s not for you, it’s for me!” Matsumoto screamed, falling from her chair.

“Zaraki loves me more than you anyway,” Yumi teased, hopping on top of the coffee table. He jumped about the room, jumping on furniture, making a terrible racket. So much so, that Momo actually had the nerve to appear at the door.

“Matsumoto fuku- I mean Matsumoto taicho,” The girl quickly corrected, “I heard a ruckus and wondered if you were alright in here.” Momo looked around at the changes that had been made, and felt her heart sink. Yumichika had already spread pink lace over what used to be her desk, and had put multicolored pieces of glass on the desk that made pretty reflections throughout the room.

The captain and vice-captain stopped laughing and chasing each other and glowered at Momo. “There is nothing wrong, just 2nd seat Ayesegawa thinks that he has the right to read my text messages.” With that Matsumoto swiped at the phone and actually retrieved it. Momo shifted uncomfortably under their scrutinizing glares.

“You are free to leave now, Hinamori-san.” Yumi’s tone held a bit of mockery in it, and Momo felt her face heat slightly.

“Yes, thank you Yumi-I mean Ayesegawa fukutaicho. Matsumoto taicho,” She said with a small bow and then scurried off.

“That motherfucker gets on my nerves,” Yumi commented, reaching for the phone again.

“Hahaha, what did you call her?” Matsumoto dissolved into giggles, handing Yumi the unlocked phone. “Zaraki didn’t say much, you can read them.”

Yumi grabbed the phone eagerly and scrolled through the last texts. “Ok…good morning, blah blah…what do you want for lunch…who cares….DAMN!!” Yumi nearly screamed, dropping the phone. He looked at Matsumoto, who was holding her stomach laughing.

“He said he wanted to eat your pussy for lunch, followed by sticky rice and tempura fried chicken. Omg,” Yumi shook his head with a smile and sat back at his desk. The phone chirped again and Matsumoto picked it up and handed it to him.

“Nah, that’s quite alright, I’ve learned my lesson,” Yumi said, holding his hands up and shaking his head. Matsumoto smiled and opened the phone, reading the message.

‘Meet me at 12:30 at your house. Make sure you bring your tits. Z.K‘

Her laughter made Yumi cover his ears again, but at least this time he was smiling.
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Ichigo reached the 6th division, panting. Not so much from his run, and not even from the threat that his captain could come out of nowhere to catch him. He was panting from the perverse thoughts running throughout his mind. Byakuya stunned him on a daily basis at this point, and he could have never imagined such passion and desire could reside in such a stoic and haughty man. He opened the doors to the division and walked down the increasingly familiar hallways, stopping at Byakuya’s office. He could already feel the front of his hakama pants get smaller as he himself started to swell. Without even knocking, he opened the door and quickly closed it behind him, and then gasped.

Byakuya was sitting at his desk, naked. And jerking off. And pinching one of his nipples. His mouth was open, his inky black hair forming a dark angel’s halo over his shoulders, and his eyes were closed. His mouth was opening and closing, almost as if he were kissing an imaginary person. Ichigo dropped Zangetsu off his back with a loud clang, breaking Byakuya’s concentration.

“Ichigo,” He said with a great deal of warmth in his voice. He stood, both his spine and penis erect, and walked a few steps toward the eager teen. He outstretched his hand and Ichigo nearly bowled him over rushing into his arms. They held each other for a few tender moments, a smile playing on Byakuya’s lips. He bent his head and buried it in orange spikes, inhaling Ichigo’s scent. The younger shinigami had his lips pressed against a hard chest, his arms wrapped around the lithe naked man.

"You look amazing, Byakuya. I'm glad that butterfly thing is gone from your neck." He kissed at the neck softly, making the Kuchiki chuckle. Soi Fon could be sweet when she wanted to be, and she removed Suzumebachi's crest from his neck shortly after Ichigo had left to talk to Shinji the previous night.

Ichigo withdrew from Byakuya and looked into the sparkly gray eyes, leaning up for a kiss. Their lips met softly, and he felt hands work at his obi, undressing him, stripping him slow. He felt his lover’s tongue run over his lips, into his mouth to taste him, one of many places to be tasted. Ichigo allowed himself to get completely lost in the kiss, just like he did every time. Soon his nakedness was pressed against Byakuya, and he was pulled over toward the desk.

“Here?” Ichigo questioned innocently. His answer was a lingering kiss on the lips, and he moaned when that kiss moved to nibble on his neck. Both of their lengths were dripping seed, almost as if they were protesting their lack of attention. Byakuya sat in his chair, his eyes turning dark. With his and Ichigo’s eyes locked, he pulled the baby oil gel from his desk and squirted the coolness on his cock, the contact with substance making his eyes flutter. He moved to slick himself, but Ichigo knelt down and grasp him in his hand.

“Let me do that for you, Kuchiki taicho,” He murmured sensually, never breaking eye contact. Byakuya groaned and nodded, hissing as Ichigo stroked him. Some of the gel had slid down to rest on Byakuya’s sac, and the strawberry decided to take the gel on two of his fingers and probe his own asshole lazily, his eyes closing at the feel. After a few moments of self torture, Ichigo stood and straddled Byakuya in the chair, lowering himself slowly onto the meaty cock below.

“Uhhhhhhhhhmmmmm,” Ichigo purred, seating himself on Byakuya’s shaft. He placed his hands on broad shoulders in front of him and leaned in to kiss his lover passionately. Their tongues battled, courted, and teased each other until Ichigo felt a thrust below him. He had gotten so engrossed in kissing that he had almost forgotten to move. He chuckled and threaded his fingers through raven locks before lifting himself and sliding back down. He loved the subtle pain from being stretched, and rolled his hips as he rode. Byakuya’s hands were around Ichigo’s waist, rubbing his thighs and occasionally smacking his ass.

Byakuya grabbed Ichigo and lifted him as he stood, pressing him against the nearest wall. The teen looked bewildered for a moment, but a loving kiss helped that situation. Ichigo was powerless as he was driven into the wall, Byakuya quickly finding and ruthlessly aiming for his prostrate. The thick head seemed to pulse within him, and he pulled at Byakuya’s hair, making the older man laugh. He thrusted harder and faster, finally slamming Ichigo onto his desk, papers flying as they fucked into a frenzy. Eyes rolled back, fingers scraped down a muscled back, and several cries were sent to Kami-sama as they orgasmed together, separately, in the air, on each other, on the floor, the desk, on random paperwork, wherever as fatigue took them over.

Ichigo’s breathing regulated and he wrapped a leg around his lover’s back. Byakuya was panting into his creamy neck, the breaths tickling the younger man. They held each other for a few moments before Byakuya kissed Ichigo’s cheek and stood, stretching his back.

“I’d imagine whatever lie you told Hitsugaya taicho to let you come here has been discovered and you should be heading back now.”

Ichigo sat up on the desk, rubbing his back where he had been lying atop an ink pen. “You sound sad, koibito. Maybe I can stay,” He trailed off, running a cool finger between Byakuya’s pecs. The Kuchiki didn’t blink, but Ichigo noticed the man’s nipples harden. He pulled him close and latched his mouth onto one, sucking it slowly and deep.

Byakuya sighed and looked down at the mass of orange hair at his chest. Ichigo’s tongue was drawing circles around his left nipple, and it was driving him mad. “Stop,” He whispered, backing up. Ichigo pouted and it made his lover smile. “It’s for your own good. I’ve heard Toshiro scream at Matsumoto before, and if he yelled at you, I might be tempted to break his little neck.”

Ichigo smiled and hopped off the desk. “I’ve never had a guy fight for me. Well, Chad sort of did. And Uryuu. And Renji. Hmmm,” He mused aloud, smirking at Byakuya’s jealous expression. He received a hard smack to the bottom as his punishment, followed by a kiss on the red sore skin. “How about this, I’ve never had a boyfriend threaten to kill someone for me. Does that stroke the Kuchiki ego better?” Ichigo teased, hugging his lover tightly.

Byakuya frowned. “I’ll give you something to stroke, but later. Get dressed and get out. See you later on tonight.” He kissed Ichigo lovingly, caressing his cheek before releasing him and going into his anteroom. He made it seem like he was going to get dressed, but in actuality he didn’t want to watch Ichigo leave. He was drawn to the boy, almost like an obsession. The good thing about it was that he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Ichigo felt the same. This was new, as his previous lovers had not loved him. At least not the way he had wanted them to. He heard shuffling outside, and then he heard the sound of Zangetsu briefly scraping the ground as he was picked up, and then the latch on the door as it was gently closed.

He sighed against the door of the anteroom and got dressed slowly. He opened the door and sat back at his desk, resting his head on the wood, Ichigo’s scent all over it. He saw a piece of paper on the desk that wasn’t there before, and it made his heart beat faster as he clutched the paper in his hands. He lay it back down on the desk and just stared at it for what seemed like hours. His lids grew heavy, and when Renji returned, he found his taicho sleeping on his desk, his head resting on what looked like a tear stained paper. Not wanting to disturb his captain, he cocked his head, smiling at the message.

It was the kanji for love.

Renji smiled and closed the door, allowing Byakuya a few more moments rest before having to attend to the division.
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A/N: I'll have maybe another filler or two, and then the actual plot will resume. Have a great week folks.