[Dicontinued] Fire and Ice

Title: Fire and Ice

Author: BrucesGirl and R. Brightside

Pairings: Kurosaki Ichigo/Kuchiki Byakuya (Hints of Other Pairings)

Summary: Ichigo is called to replace Renji as Vice Captain temporarily. Sparks fly between Byakuya and Kurosaki, and they aren’t necessarily the nice sparks.

Warnings: Yaoi, Anal, UST, Angst SPOILERS FOR THIS CHAPTER

Disclaimer: We don’t own Bleach or Ichigo or Byakuya because we are not Kubo Tite. If we were guys, this wouldn’t be half as much fun.

The next few chapters will be shameless smut…and then the plot will begin again. Enjoy!
Brightside is now gone to the U.K. to visit her family. She will be at the London Expo, so if you’re English, and you’re going, let me know, and I’ll relay the info to her and you might be able to arrange a meeting.
The updates ARE coming slower, but as you can see, they are still coming. I’m trying to stretch out the material as much as possible in order to have time to write future chapters.

Chapter 18: The Lost Memories of Past Lovers


The young Quincy frowned slightly, pushing his glasses up his nose. “I agree with Abarai-san.” He inclined his head slightly, as if an apology towards Isshin. “He is of no use as a Shinigami on Earth, but if the three captains return… Seireitei will be in dire need of those with power such as Ichigo’s. Vizard or not, he has more power than many Shinigami here.”

Ryuken was suddenly beside Isshin, quite ready to slap him again. "You fool. You're bleeding." He snapped, ripping off the sleeve of his tunic and wiping away the heady amounts of blood from the Shinigami's chest. "You don't fight when you've been drinking sake, Isshin. It's simply stupid." The Quincy growled, scowling at his old friend.

Isshin relaxed at the soft voice of his old lover, and he sheathed his Zanpaktou. “Gomen, Ishida-kun.” He mumbled quietly. Byakuya actually raised an eyebrow, and Renji’s eyes widened.

“Ishida….kun?” Isshin ignored the stares as Ryuken wiped the blood away from his chest, and he touched the Quincy’s shoulder.

“Oi, Ryuken. I’ll heal easily enough.” Byakuya proceeded to roll his eyes and help Ichigo limp away from the fight, but not before he turned and was faced with a crowd of Seireitei residents, Shinigami and Academy students alike.

Obviously, everyone had felt the battle. And everyone saw Kuchiki-taicho supporting an orange haired Shinigami with a slender arm suggestively around his waist. “Move.” He ordered the crowd. They parted like water, but he was still annoyed. “That was very foolish, Ichigo.” He whispered.

"I'm not walking around with someone covered in blood like a warmonger, Isshin." Ryuken hissed, hitting him with the reddened fabric in annoyance before grabbing his wrist and yanking him towards him with a very annoyed glare.

"And we have business to take care of. You left me hanging, if I remember correctly?" The Quincy had a slightly sadistic glint in his eyes, a well placed movement caught the moonlight to reflect off his glasses. "Now, we're finding an inn."

Ichigo smiled apologetically and sheepishly at Byakuya, his hand moving to his lover’s waist squeezing softly, his fingers moving slightly. “Aa… ‘M sorry, koi. I don’t want to leave you, is all.” He murmured, his gaze affectionate. “There’s no-one that could replace you in the Living world, you know that."

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Isshin watched his son and Byakuya disappear through the crowd, and he looked down to Ryuken, his eyes softening. “Like a fucking mother hen.” He complained. “I don’t think there are any inns in Seireitei, Ishida-kun.” Isshin grinned up at Ishida from Ryuken and tilted his head. “Ask your son. I’m sure he knows of a great place to stay. Although, I’m afraid it’s going to reek of Shinigami...Kinda like your son does.”

He could feel the traces of the redhead’s Riatsu all over Ryuken’s son, and he snickered at the Quincy. “Ah, like father like son, ne?” Renji sputtered for a moment before Shuuhei barked a laugh, making Isshin smile. “Hey, aren’t you that brat Tousen dragged home?”

Shuuhei nodded, and Kurosaki-taicho winced. “Hey, is Unohana still in charge of the 4th? If she is, I’d like to get my hands on some of her.” Shuuhei laughed again and nodded. “But, I suggest you stop by my house, Kurosaki-taicho. Rest is in order.” Most everyone agreed, and Renji pulled Ishida to his side. “Let’s go.”

Ryuken muttered something incoherent under his breath, scowling as he followed after Isshin. He had enough pride not to have sex in other people's houses - usually. But Isshin owed him, and he wasn't waiting until tomorrow or the day after that. A headache was beginning to set in from the sake he'd consumed earlier, and it made him groan and clutch his head with one hand.

"Curse you, Kurosaki." He snarled, pulling a box of cigarettes out of his back pocket and lighting up yet another cigarette - he had one left. He was bitter, to say the least. Ishida was wary of his father, and noted how annoyed he was.

Well, it seemed that Ichigo's father was Ryuken's particular point of hatred at the moment, and so he guessed he was fine. Although, Kira seemed affected by the horrendous amount of Riatsu the two older men gave off, and was looking nervously between the two. He walked on one side of Shuuhei, frowning and his lips pursed.

Shuuhei’s fingers laced comfortingly with Kira’s, and he smiled softly. It would be ok. He hoped his calm Riatsu would calm the blonde, but if it didn’t, it was alright. He was fully planning on calming him enough later that evening. Meanwhile, Renji watched Ryuken with interested, garnet eyes, and they flickered to Ishida every once in a while.

As they reached the house, he watched as the two Quincys even took their shoes off the same way, making him stifle a snicker. “Oi, ‘Shida. How about that game of Sho-ji?” He grabbed his arm and yanked him inside the house, regardless of what Ryuken said to him. Isshin chuckled and rubbed the situation in.

“Ah, young love.” As Shuuhei led them to a room that strangely vibrated with Ichigo’s Riatsu, Isshin stopped. He turned to face Shuuhei, but the Shinigami was stoic and relaxed as he pointed to the room. “He had too much sake one night.” Isshin shrugged it off as he limped into the room, his arm over Ryuken’s shoulder.

Ishida almost yelped as he was pulled away into some vast corner of the house, frowning softly at Renji. “You do realize it’s very likely that my father is going to come in and object to this?” He murmured softly, his voice with a slight edge to it.

Kira smiled back at Shuuhei, who had so caringly made him feel better. Yes... with Shuuhei around, everything would be alright.

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Ryuken helped Isshin onto the bed, running a calloused hand through his fine, white hair. "You're such a complete idiot, you know that?" He growled, moving to sit on the edge of the bed to remove his shirt, folding it neatly and putting it to one side before removing his socks, his scarred back exposed to Isshin.

There were several long lines of the burn of Riatsu, the skin perfectly, eerily smooth to the touch, and others that were deep or raised, signs of a Zanpaktou. "Getting all cut up like that. It's too much risk to go up against an intelligent Hollow - with a Zanpaktou, as well. You're stale, after all these years."


Isshin’s fingers raised, and they ghosted over the scars across Ryuken’s back, tracing the punishing scars from battles with the Shinigami. His body was already starting to heal, and he looked down to his chest to watch the last of the cut seal up, leaving him covered in his own blood, causing his Shinigami robes to cling to him wetly.

He gazed back up at the Quincy’s back, and then, with gentle, coaxing fingers, he pulled on Ryuken’s arm to make the man face him. “Let’s just see how stale I am.” He growled softly. He jerked Ryuken down over him and sealed his lips over the smaller man’s mouth, flicking his tongue out over his bottom lip.

Ryuken shivered softly at the soft touches to his sensitive scars, and gasped as he was kissed roughly. He quickly relaxed into the touch, however, and parted his lips just enough to press out his tongue and run it over Isshin's in a teasing fashion. Although, he promptly retreated as he realized that his chest was now smeared in blood.

He pulled off Isshin's robes, and then wiped the blood off their chests with an annoyed expression before throwing them aside. "Idiot." He lay back down where he had been previously, and then pressed a soft, almost teasing kiss to Isshin's lips, like he always had done when he had been annoyed at something.

“Ah…” Isshin returned the kiss feverishly, his tongue sliding across Ryuken’s a quick, dominant dance before he sat up against the pillows on the bed and hauled the Quincy into his lap to straddle him. “Now…where were we?”

His large hands slid down Ryuken’s sides, and he gripped his hips and forced the man to rock into him slowly, repeating the gesture as he nibbled his way up Ryuken’s slender chest.

“I remember you used to like this. Has anything changed?” He whispered gruffly against the Quincy’s skin. He bucked up right as he bright the hips down into him, making him stifle a low groan of pleasure.

Ryuken whimpered as his hips were forced into Isshin's, his head rolling back as he let out a low moan. The Quincy's strong hands found their way to the Shinigami's shoulders, and instead of gripping hard enough to leave bruises, his fingers rubbed at his lover's shoulders and neck, a soft, seductive massage that had become a habit of his.

Although, no matter how many times he cursed Kurosaki, he would always be amazed at how he managed to remember every action that had gotten him aroused, exactly what to touch and when to touch it. Evidently, he could be read like a book by the Shinigami, and for once, it was a good thing.

One of Isshin’s hands drifted to the Quincy’s arousal over his pants, and he began to stroke him with each rock forward, bringing them both sweet pleasure. His lips ghosted across the pale, smooth skin of his lover, and Isshin inhaled the clean scent of Ryuken’s expensive cologne mixed with the spicy scent of his cigarettes, and he smiled against the skin.

“I love it when you moan, Ryuken. You remind me of the first time I took you…” He bit down gently on Ryuken’s shoulder, leaving a slight mark, and he apologetically ran his tongue over it. “At least you’re not screeching like a woman at me right now.” He smirked. He loved provoking the Quincy. It was so damn easy to get him worked up.

Ryuken muffled his moan by biting down on his lower lip, the sweet sound resonating around the room. "Isshin..." He breathed, now rocking forwards of his own accord. On the comment about women, he managed a half assed scowl. "If you're going to compare me to a woman, I'll relieve myself."

His trembling, aroused body said otherwise, his hips still rocking ever so slightly. "And I'll... I'll make you sleep... on the floor." He gasped out, his scowl fading ever so slightly as Isshin's lips worked across his skin, caressing him in every way that he enjoyed so much. He let out another soft moan, his fingers gripping at Isshin's shoulders. Damn him to hell and back for being so manipulative.

“Gods above, you sound sexy when you whimper like that, Ishida-kun.” Isshin turned predatory, his teeth nicking over the pale expanse of skin wanting to elicit more of those soft moans from those thin, pursed lips that had set in a stubborn line more times than he was willing to count.

“I’ll be glad to move to the floor…as long as you’re underneath me.” He punctuated his statement by neatly flipping them, his huge body covering his lover’s, and with a rough movement, he gripped Ryuken’s right leg beneath his knee, lifted it, and ground into him through their clothes, a deep, strained groan escaping his throat. “Do you still like it when I take charge, Ishida-kun?” He purred.

Ryuken's hands flew to his mouth to muffle the loud cry of ecstasy that came with the grinding, breaking off into whimpers and moans. His cheeks were heated, yet his eyes still held that one small bit of defiance and pride he had left. Although, at that statement, his resolve broke, and he arched, soft pleads for more tripping over each other through the pleasure-riddled gasps for breath.

"O-oh, Gods... Yes..." The Quincy whimpered, his pride crumbling away. "Please, Isshin..." Ryuken's head tilted back, his hands held above him on the pillows in silent permission for the Shinigami to do as he wished.

“That’s my boy…” Isshin purred deeply. He knew that anyone else that called Ryuken a boy would probably get an arrow through their heart, but even as his fingers ghosted up the slender arms that were haphazardly thrown above his lover’s head, he gazed down at him with gentle, lust filled chocolate eyes.

“Let’s see if I remember everything right.” He whispered in Ryuken’s ear. “After all…It’s been fifteen years, hasn’t it?” He restrained Ryuken’s wrists with his obi, and then, he tied them to the iron bars of the western style bed, his eyes burning with possessiveness.

“You look pretty all tied up, Ryuken.” He breathed. He made short work of the Quincy’s pants, leaving him completely bare to his eyes, and he smiled approvingly. “Still slim as always…and still fucking beautiful.” Those words marked his movement as he wrapped his warm hand around Ryuken’s arousal and stroked lightly. “Good boy…” He whispered into his ear.

Ryuken’s eyes were hazy with arousal, and the fact that his glasses were slipping down his nose didn't help the fact he could barely see. His thighs trembled as he parted them further, soft whimpers and moans passing his lips as he rocked his hips into the touch.

The Quincy's deft fingers gripped the head board with some degree of urgency, his knuckles turning white almost unnoticeably against his pale skin. "Oh, Gods, Isshin... always the tease..." He gasped out, although he couldn't muster the frown that should have been there.

"Fifteen... years and you haven't... changed in the slightest..." Ryuken strained against the obi binding him to the headboard, his expression of bliss not changing as he spoke next. "You tied me to the bed to stop me from running away, our first time. How nostalgic."

“You were screaming at me how much you hated Shinigami. How it would figure that it wouldn’t be beneath a Shinigami to rape a Quincy.” Isshin recalled as his fist on Ryuken’s cock firmed and continued to stroke slowly, his chocolate eyes burning into Ryuken’s pleasure filled gaze. “You fought me tooth and nail against submitting, Ishida-kun, but as I recall, when you finally did, you didn’t regret it.”

He sighed and looked around the room for a minute, and he leaned over Ryuken to rummage in the bed side table, and he made a sound of amusement as he pulled a small vial of oil from it. He poured some on his hand evenly and then brushed his palm over Ryuken’s erection before beginning to stroke faster, using the oil to prevent pain from coming to his beautiful, lithe body.

“I’ll never forget the way you sounded when you screamed out my name for the first time…” Isshin whispered as he leaned forward for a kiss. “…Scream for me again tonight and be a good boy.”

Ryuken pushed back into the kiss gratefully, opening his trembling thighs further for his lover's fingers. "Oh, Gods... I missed this." He breathed, his chest's rhythmic rising and falling quickening in anticipation of having Isshin within him once more. "Please..." And, once again, he cursed the Shinigami's undeniable ability to manipulate him.

"I'll be good..." He whimpered out, his tongue passing his lips to caress Isshin's. "But... if we want me to... scream, then you better... be good too." The Quincy growled, no more pride to interfere with his speech or the fact there were in someone else’s, a Shinigami's, house, and that their Riatsu was probably disturbing a wide range of people in a close range.

“Oh…don’t worry.” Isshin whispered. He took a deep kiss from Ryuken, the years of his experience and lust for the Quincy pouring into each sweeping movement of his tongue. His own Riatsu, not unlike the tender, good nature of his son, wrapped around them both in a gentle cocoon.

“…I’ll be good, Ishida-kun. I promise.” He moved his hand, and with a soft, calming breath into Ryuken’s neck, he slid a long finger into the tight heat of his lover’s body and purred in satisfaction.

“You feel so good, Ryuken…” He murmured “Imagine how good it will be when I’m making love to you…When I’m buried inside of your body…” If it was one thing that never changed about Isshin, it was how he loved to talk to Ryuken during sex, and it seemed the Quincy didn’t mind. He never had. It was an unspoken trust between the two of them that would never be broken.

Ryuken whimpered his pain and pleasure as that single, long digit entered him, his wrists straining at the obi that bound them. He groaned softly at Isshin's words, his eyes fluttering closed. "Oh, Gods..." He almost whined the statement, his arousal heightened by the deep voice of his lover.

"Isshin... I've craved you... since you left for that woman... and you... you never wrote to me, never replied to any... any of my letters..." His legs rose to rest his calves on Isshin's hips. "Make it all up to me tonight." The Quincy breathed, eyes showing the plead and unspoken devotion there.

Isshin’s eyes watered at the mention of his late wife, but not a single tear spilt over. Instead, he added a second finger and began to gently thrust his hand, angling it just the way he knew his lover liked. He had loved his wife, and he was equally glad that he’d left Soul Society for her as he never could for the Quincy.

“I picked up a pen to answer you hundreds…probably thousands of times. The letter that I’ve kept out of all of those was the one you wrote me the day that Ichigo was born.” He looked down over Ryuken, his russet eyes glazing over with emotion as he leaned forward to kiss his lover.

“You congratulated me and told me that you hoped he’d find love as we had. It’s the only blessing that Ichigo ever had…from anyone.” He slid in a third finger into the lithe body and paused, trying not to hurt Ryuken and allowed him to adjust to the fullness. “Ryuken, at first…I thought you were talking about our wives…” He confessed quietly. “…But I know now…that you were talking about us.”

He slid the three fingers in completely and twisted them, aiming for the Quincy’s bundle of sweet nerves. “I realized…the only reason you hated Shinigami so much was not because of what they did to your family…” He kissed along Ryuken’s jaw. “…but because of what I did…” He withdrew his fingers and slicked his arousal with the oil on his hand. “…to your heart.” And with that, he pushed himself inside of Ryuken’s body, eliciting a sharp, loud groan from him.

Gods…this…was bliss.

Ryuken's eyes had watered with the emotional pain and the pain of being stretched so suddenly after so long of not being filled. As Isshin finally pressed himself within him, the Quincy whimpered his lover's name, the tears that had welled up in his eyes releasing down his temples. His voice was choked with tears and the sheer pleasure of being filled.

"Isshin... I never stopped loving you." He breathed, his back arching so that their skin connected. "Never." He whispered, his eyes closing in the ecstasy that consumed him, soft, hitched gaps of air passing his perfectly thin lips. "Even though you hurt me so much by never replying, I never stopped." He arched forward again, begging for touch. "Kiss me, Isshin. Please."

And Isshin did.

His lips slanted over his lover’s, and he kissed him with all the fiery pent up passion that he’d carried in his heart for so many years. His world spun beneath as he raised Ryuken’s hips with his hands and forced himself into that lithe body over and over again.

He hadn’t even bothered to take all his clothes off. He couldn’t have waited if he wanted to. He was sure that he would be tinted with the Riatsu of a Quincy when he walked into Seireitei to face Yamamoto-taicho-dono, and he was sure that a few of the captains would despise him. He didn’t care. He was here with his son. For their sons. For Ryuken.

“Gods, Ryuken…my love…” His pace quickened, and soon, he was groaning out into the night with each thrust, whispering the Quincy’s name, not paying any attention to where his Riatsu was flying. His hand wrapped around Ryuken’s arousal, and he stroked it in time with his thrusts, whispering soft words against his captive’s ear. “Scream my name…Ryuken.”

Ryuken bit his lip against the noises at first, but soon, he was moaning and writhing beneath Isshin, his Riatsu spiking heavily on each thrust. "I-Isshin..." He gasped out, rocking his hips back to meet his lover's thrusts. The Quincy rolled his head back, his breathing hitching and his legs tightening around the hips between them as he neared his release.

"Oh..." He bit down on his lower lip, feeling that wonderful, rising tension within him growing. Ryuken gasped as it finally hit, his back arching and his toes curling as he released himself, his scream of his lover's name ringing through the house and possibly the neighboring houses.

He collapsed against the sheets, his arms and wrists aching from where he'd strained against his bonds, although his expression was one of bliss. His
chest heaved from the mind-shattering orgasm, and his eyes were half-closed and unfocused, but he seemed so very content, laying there and basking in the afterglow.

Isshin collapsed next to him and one hand absently pulled the ties loose and then proceeded to pull the smaller man against his body. “I’m sure your son will forgive you in the morning.” He growled.

And then, a deep chuckle started in his chest, followed by a loud, chest punishing laugh that filled the house with its mirth. He rubbed Ryuken’s back soothingly and then looked down at him, the grin easing from his face as he brushed his lover’s bangs out of his face. “I didn’t hurt you…did I?”

Up Next: Chapter 19: The Mongrel and His Quincy

Renji pressed heated kisses to the back of Ishida’s neck and then to the side, his soft, lilting voice whispering into Ishida’s ear. “I’m sorry… I can’t help it. He screams so pretty.” His hand deftly pulled the button on Ishida’s pants, something he’d never been able to do before he’d gone to the Real World, and he slid his hand in, grasping the boy’s erection and stroking gently. “You like it light, doncha ‘Shida? That’s what you were whimperin’ about in the garden…”

Thanks to the following reviewers! Wakisashi Girl (Hope you like Renji in our story…even though he’s not nearly as deep as he is in your story.), Akume (We haven’t yet paired Urahara with anyone…We thought about Yuroichi, but since this is a Yaoi fic, we weren’t sure how you’d guys take it.), Setsuna (Yes, we love sweet Byakuya. But he’s still an ice prince!), Ashke (Byakuya is like the Grinch. His heart’s just a few sizes too small. LOL), Psycho Demon Witch (Here’s the update, honey. Thanks for the wonderful encouragement!)