[Dicontinued] Fire and Ice

Title: Fire and Ice

Author: Kokuchou Kayou Studios

Pairings: Kurosaki Ichigo/Kuchiki Byakuya, Others…As We See Fit!

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, UST, Angst

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.

Note: Total…severe…tear wrenching Angst in this one!!! ENJOY!!!


Chapter 26: The Pain of Goodbye Again


The two Espada, summoned to Aizen's chamber's, knelt and bowed their heads, the cyan-haired Arrancar frowning while the other, dark-haired one kept his face carefully stoic. "You two will be sent to Soul Society ahead of myself, Gin and Tousen." Purred the seductive voice of their lord, possibly from the very evident recent orgasm. "You are required to distract Shinigami while we complete our tasks. The both of you will be well rewarded for your efforts."

Grimmjow growled and muttered something under his breath, frown deepening. He hated orders, and was constantly scolded by Ulquoirra for it. The dark-haired Espada did so now, shooting him a disapproving look through the curtain of night-colored strands. “You are dismissed. Be sure to come through to Soul Society at the West Gate – we will be appearing at the North.”

Both Arrancar bowed their heads and headed out, and close to immediately, Grimmjow began a long list of expletives concerning Gin. After all, there was no mistake on who had been beneath the sheets that covered Aizen’s lap and making soft sucking noises, or to whom the pale thighs belonged to. Any, and all, Arrancar, were jealous that they were not permitted to share their Lord’s bed in such a way as Gin did.

“Your bellyaching over Ichimaru-sama useless.” Ulquiorra growled softly. Grimmjow was painfully annoying in the most unrefined ways, irking his nerves and rubbing him the wrong way. He quietly walked with his counterpart, his pale eyes scanning the area with cold calucation.

He could feel Kaname-sama’s gentle Riatsu, curling about and laying down quietly, signifying his meditation or an afternoon nap, but Ulquiorra avoided mentioning anything to Grimmjow about the dark captain. It was common knowledge that out of the three Shinigami, Kaname Tousen was Ulquiorra’s favorite even though he detested him with a small amount of annoyance as well.

At least the man had some dignity in his gentleness. He glanced over at Grimmjow before they reached the door into Soul Society, and he crossed his slender arms across his chest delicately and paused. “Try not to do anything rash…although it is probably useless for me to say that as challenged as you are.” The barb was subtle, but there none the less. Grimmjow wasn’t known for being the most intelligent Arrancar in the world.

"Fuck you, Ulquiorra." Grimmjow paused in his practically non-stop rant about Gin to snarl at his dark-haired 'friend' (more like enemy, but Aizen discouraged such negativity) and folded his arms across his chest, using one hand to gesture vaguely.

"You do nothing but suck up to Aizen-sama, I'm really not surprised that the both of you were under that sheet. You're such a fuckin' tight ass." Of course, the cyan-haired Arrancar grinned widely, looking over at Ulquiorra. "But of course, I'm the only one to know about tha', right? 'M su'prised you di'n' get raped when you first was 'ere... took 'few months, di'n it?"

He took the time to unfold his arms and give Ulquiorra's well-shaped ass a firm, vicious slap before stepping into the gateway, continuing his previous rant on Aizen's, as the human term went, 'man-whore'.

Ulquiorra would have made an indignant remark, but as he opened his mouth, he was already standing at the West Gate, his pale, beautiful eyes looking around quietly. “This is odd. There’s no one here.” He looked to Grimmjow just as a soft voice from atop the wall caught his attention, making him look up into the blinding sun.

A lithe, delicate Shinigami was leaning precariously on a bald man with a spear, his cool, haughty eyes filled with amusement. “Ikkaku… you didn’t say that Arrancar were so beautiful.” He murmured. Ikkaku snorted and rolled his eyes.

“That’s because I’ve never seen one before, baka.” Yumichika leaped off the wall and landed in front of Ulquiorra, his eyes appraising the Arrancar beauty in front of him.

“Although, you’d look prettier with a little bit of color on your cheeks.” He crooned. Ulquiorra immediately felt an intense annoyance at the young Shinigami.

“I don’t see how my appearance has anything to do with the situation at hand.” He answered in a quiet, proud voice. He laid a hand on his Zanpaktou, and the Gate exploded into action as Yumichika drew his own weapon and jumped back.

Grimmjow couldn't help the grin from widening. This pair could be amusing - but it seemed that Ulquoirra would be perfectly capable in dealing with them. Perhaps he could find that damn Shinigami that he'd never gotten the chance to kill...

"Ne, Ulquoirra. You can handle these weaklings no problem, righ'?" He snickered softly, taking a single step back. "Considering your rank an' all, two shoul' be nothin'."

The chance to find that one Shinigami again... it was exciting, if not even more than that. "I've go' some old shit to pick with that orange-haired kid." He felt the immense Riatsu behind him suddenly, unfamiliar, and he leapt to one side as a nameless Zanpaktou cracked the tile beneath him.

"Ahh, no. You got's a HELL'A lot more to worry about than an orange haired fukutaicho." The captain's own manic grin rivaled his own - it was almost strange how much they mimicked each other, from rapid fighting style to simple expression.

"Heh... maybe I do have more things to worry about than him... but you're certainly not one of them."

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Seireitei was in an uproar. The three traitors took advantage of the uproar, and they split at the Northern gate, each taking his own direction. Tousen was directed to receive information from Mayuri about the Quincy, but he found himself following another Riatsu that was different and much more familiar and inviting.

It came from the old Division offices that had been cleared out on his departure, and he landed quietly in front of the door, and sensing Shuuhei, inside, he opened it. The room had long since been cleared of all furniture and belongings of Tousen, except for an oddly beautiful table in the middle of the room that had the delicate carvings of foxes on it, a gift from Saijin-kun a long, long time ago. “Hisagi-kun?” He stepped in, his hands instinctively going out in front of him to look for any new obstacles. “Are you here?”

Shuuhei was, needless to say, completely oblivious to what had been happening, too absorbed in his thinking to comprehend the chaos that Seireitei had dissolved into. Although, when his former captain stepped through the door, dressed in Aizen's robes of Hueco Mundo as he hadn't been before, he felt his heart suddenly snap.

"Tousen... I'm here." He sounded tired, and pained, which is what he was - his captain had returned once again, for Ichigo, no doubt. He ran a hand through his hair before he stood, the captain's robe on his shoulder's newly tailored.

"Behind the desk." He knew better than to treat Tousen like a fool - he knew that his captain could tell where he was. Although, to him, his captain was still made of glass, and the slightest obstacle could break him.

“I wanted….to speak to you…before I left.” Tousen spoke softly as he always did, the voice neatly tempered and eloquent with his gentle South African accent. “You’ve not been given the robe yet… My name is still inscribed on the door.” He stepped forward and nearly stumbled.

The table had been moved. The receiving futons and the tea table Saijin had given him were now at the head of the office where the desk as at the back. He paused at Shuuhei’s voice. He bowed his head, and the thick braids fell down off his shoulders and hung next to his cheeks as he sighed.

“Forgive me. Maybe this was a poor idea. I’ll leave.” He turned to the sliding rice paper door to leave, but he couldn’t bring himself to open it.

"No... you can stay, Tousen. I'm sorry... there's a lot been going on lately. The Quincy... Isshin's lover. He was kidnapped for a few days... and Kuchiki-taicho helped him escape. It's been a hectic week... Needless to say, Kurosaki-taicho is fuming." Shuuhei ran a hand through his hair, and stood.

He grasped hold of Tousen's hand, and then pressed it to his lips, pressing his cheek against the soft knuckles and then against his captain's palm. His elder had always had sensitive hands... and he'd always loved doing this. Always loved feeling the skin of the sensitive flesh against his lips, against his face. "Thank you... for coming to see me, Tousen. It's lonely, without you. And this position... it's too heavy for me, Tousen. Tell me what I should do... please, tell me what to do..."

“Hisagi-kun, I’ve seen the order of the 9th Division, and you are a wise leader. You’ve done well.” Tousen nearly whimpered and buckled to the floor the moment his vice captain pressed his lips to his lithe, beautiful hand. His skin had always been soft and the color of dark mocha…something that he’d been complimented on many times, but nothing anyone said was like the feeling of Shuuhei’s lips against his hands.

Their first time making love had started off with kisses on his hands, and just that in itself was enough to make him beg for more. “Hisagi-kun.” His fingers spread over his vice captain’s face, tracing the vague outlines of the ‘69’ on his cheek with his sensitive fingers. So sensitive he could even feel the tattoo. “I cannot instruct you any longer. You are a captain and I …I am nothing to Seireitei but a traitor.”

"I'm not Seireitei." Shuuhei murmured softly, frowning up at his captain. "Tousen... even if you are a traitor to Seireitei, you will always be the one I love. Nothing has ever been able to change that."

He cradled the beautiful, dark hand in both of his own, pressing soft kisses to his slender wrists and the protruding bone, to the pale palms that had so often caressed him. He kissed each fingertip, his tongue rolling over the pads sensually as he had learned to do.

"Let me make love to you, Tousen. Even if it's just one last time... let me do this to you. Like when you hadn't left Seireitei... left me." His voice had gradually lowed to a mere whisper, his breath ghosting over his lover and captain's hand. He couldn't say 'when you were still a captain' - he still was, to Shuuhei.

He knew he didn’t have the time for this, but Tousen couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped his lips as Shuuhei pressed his lips to the most sensitive part of his hands and nibbled on his fingertips. He gasped sharply as Shuuhei’s tongue caressed the ends of his delicate fingers, slicking them with moisture and heat that seemed to make his entire body shiver and harden.

“Hisagi-kun…if they find out…” If they found out, Shuuhei would be put to death. Labeled a traitor. He’d be expelled. “I…cannot…accept…your fate for one last time…” But even as he denied the chance to be with Shuuhei, his fingers uncurled like a flower that bloomed slowly in the spring morning and he reached forward for Shuuhei’s robes and clung there tightly. “One…last time.”

Shuuhei's hands cupped Tousen's cheeks, and he kissed him delicately, his lust and need wrapping around his captain in delicate swirls of energy. "I know you don't have time... I'm sorry." That didn't stop him from reaching for the zipper at the collar of Tousen's long, white jacket, contrasting so sharply with his skin color.

He pulled it down slowly, exposing the beautiful, mocha-colored skin beneath. His hands roamed, caressing his skin, and he wondered if Tousen would show his eyes to him. "I can't help myself..." The newly-made Captain's hands tugged at the knot hidden by the dark hair in silent permission to remove the blindfold. "I don't care what they do to me... so long as I can indulge in this moment, however short it turns out to be."

Tousen allowed the thick silk braids to fall with a flick of his neck, and with a light shrug of his shoulders, he was standing bare in front of Shuuhei with nothing but his white suade boots on that wrapped his shapely calves up to his knees and contrasted against his dark skin. “Hisa—Shuuhei…please….” He arched into the touches, his own hands finding Shuuhei’s obi from practice, and pulling it free, shoving the robes to the floor.

He loved Shuuhei’s body. It was lean, beautiful muscle, silken with no scars except…for…”New scars…The Bountou?” He asked gently. He traced them and leaned forward, his lips pressing against a prominent scar on his shoulder and then up his neck. “One…last time.” He whispered. And a single tear fell from pale, opulent eyes. The last time.

Shuuhei saw the tear, and gently, he pressed his lips to it, wiping it away from Tousen's face. He made a soft, soothing noise in the base of his throat, and gently lifted Tousen into his arms, laying him down on the futon, pressing tender kisses to his stomach and chest, all the while caressing his captain's fingers with his own before intertwining their fingers together.

He lifted a small vial of oil from beneath the pillow, unused since Tousen's departure. He uncapped it, and with trained expertise, poured a small amount into his palm with the same hand. He held his hand so that the oil slicked over his fingers, turning his hands so that it seeped over each digit, and then gently pushed Tousen's thighs apart with his knee, slipping only one finger into the former captain's entrance. "I'll be more gentle than I ever have been, Kaname... I promise."

Tousen whispered unintelligible words, and he arched into the finger, his body relaxing and tensing at the same time. This was painfully, beautifully familiar, and more tears leaked from his unseeing eyes, and he clenched them shut as if though it would prevent him from feeling the wracking despair and imminent elation of feeling Shuuhei touch him so intimately.

“Sh-Shuuhei…onegai…gomen nasai…” He begged for forgiveness even as the finger stroked him gently, stretching him, bringing him to a fine pinpoint of arousal. “I didn’t want…to leave you behind…”

No…he’d wanted him to go with him… But Aizen had insisted that Gin and Tousen leave their Vice Captains behind. Kira and Shuuhei were too enamored for anything but servitude in Soul Society. “Don’t be angry.” He begged. He moaned out in his soft, baritone voice as Shuuhei’s talented touch brought him a sudden bout of pleasure.

"Shh... Kaname... don't cry. I understand." To be honest, Shuuhei didn't, but his voice was convincing. "It's fine... we're here now. I love you... only you. Don't forget that, Kaname, please." The captain leaned over, and kissed away the tears that cascaded down his lover's cheeks, his finger still moving rhythmically as he subtly, tentatively, added another, his hand never leaving Tousen's.

"I'm not angry, koi... my anger faded long ago." He purred softly, kissing a gentle path down Tousen's body, eyes closing to prevent his own tears. He hated seeing his lover hurt... it had always hit the wrong nerves. "Don't cry, Kaname-koi. We're here, together... and while this lasts, nothing can bring us apart."

Tousen cried out in anguish as the tears came harder, the happiness…the sheer joy of having his lover touch him after so long healing him and both tearing him apart at the same time.

“Onegai…Shuuhei…” He arched into the fingers, and his hips began to thrust with their movements, his breath catching as Shuuhei kissed his way down the beautifully muscled body that Tousen sported so gracefully.

“Nothing…will ever…force us apart…” He whispered through his tears. He’d never cried like this in front of Shuuhei. He’d always been calm and composed, rivaling Byakuya for the coldest captain, but only Shuuhei knew him differently. He spread his thighs further apart, a silent invitation and declaration. Now. Hurry up.

“Shuuhei…inside me… I can’t wait…Onegai…” He whispered.

It made Shuuhei ache to see Tousen in such a state, and he felt his own tears begin to well up in his eyes as he withdrew his fingers from his lover, and wiped them on the bed before wrapping his fingers with Tousen's in mimic of his other hand. "Shh... Kaname, don't cry. I'm here, koi..."

He pressed himself tenderly to Tousen's entrance, and then pushed in gently and as slowly as he could muster. He'd promised to be gentle... and that was what he would be. He pushed his lips against Tousen's, letting all the hurt, the lust, the joy, fill him and pour into the passionate kiss. "I love you."

Shuuhei breathed, his own tears beginning to fall down his cheeks. "I love you, I love you..." He chanted the words over and over again, his eyes closing as he focused his entire being on the moment of their joining after so long.

There was one shining moment in Tousen’s mind…a moment that was lined with gold… The moment that they joined, he arched his hips, and wrapped his legs, still encased in the immaculate, soft boots, around Shuuhei’s hips and forced him into himself all the way abruptly.

He cried out, and his fingers tightened with Shuuhei’s, and a soft pant began, his entire body singing with pain and pleasure. It had never been this good before. Time stopped for him then, and his fingers release Shuuhei’s and ghosted up the man’s hard shoulders and gripped there, his pale eyes gazing into dark eyes as if though he could see his lover staring down at him.

Then…there was pleasure. Blinding, sweet pleasure…and the tear began again, but now, they were from happiness. When he died protecting his beliefs, it would be for Shuuhei…for his lover who deserved more than just pointless war.

Shuuhei shivered and panted softly before finally moving, his thrusts gentle and almost caring. His mantra continued on, whispered into his lover's ear with each thrust. They both needed this, he reasoned. They both needed it, to understand that they were both still alive, still there for each other.

This would only happen one last time... and then, they would only have the rare moments where they would dream of each other. His tears came in heady waves, the anguish mixing with the oh-so-intense pleasure to form something he'd never dreamed of feeling, something he couldn't even describe. The pain that love bought was more intense than any kiss, rivaled only by joining like these - the last joining - in their anguish. And yet, it was still so very, very sweet.

Tousen could only feel…the pleasure of their love making taking his body by a ferocious, and yet, gentle storm. He cried out in pleasure and despair as his body shivered and tightened. Release threatening him far too soon. He arched up into each thrust, his hips rolling sensually as the tears continued to leak from the corners of his ears.

A single tear from Shuuhei landed on his lips, and he leaned up to kiss away the salt from his lover’s cheeks. He then uttered the words that he’d never spoken to Shuuhei, no matter how many times the young man had confessed his love for Tousen in the past. “I…I love you, Hisagi Shuuhei…I will forever love you.” With the confession came a soft cry and a frustrated whimper. “No…too…soon…” He hadn’t come yet… but he was so damn close that it hurt. “Just a little bit longer…”

Shuuhei moaned softly, shakily, with the words that were spoken to him, the tears continuing to spill. "Oh, Gods... Kaname, I love you." He whispered, his voice trembling as much as his moan.

"So much..." The captain pulled his lover tight to his chest as he came, his release signified by an elegant roll of his head. "Don't leave me alive... if you die, take me with you, Kaname." He whispered gently, orgasm barely effecting his words. "By your hand... take me with you to death. Don't leave me here alive..."

Tousen’s heart wrenched in his chest, and as he felt the pulsing…the warmth inside of him, a few strokes to his own arousal, and he was keening a low pitched, loud moan of release into the air, and his voice carried, despite the strain of his orgasm.

“You will live for me, Shuuhei. You will live every day in peace after our sacrifices, and you will be happy.” He cried out as the last wave of his climax broke through his body, and he spilled himself completely onto the dark skin of his stomach, and whispered his life goal to Shuuhei.

“When you live in peace you will be happy. That is my desire for you, Shuuhei… because I love you.”


Shuuhei sat up, and pulled Tousen with him, tears still streaming down his cheeks. "I can't live without you by my side, Kaname... I won't know what to do." The first sob racked his body, making him rest his forehead on his lover's shoulder.

"Every night... every night I ask you for guidance. If you weren't alive to tell me... I don't know what I'd do. I can't run this place on my own... I need you to live so I know what to do..."

He held him close, and cried as quietly as he could, so many years of not making a sound taking it's toll on him in his moment of anguish. "Oh, Gods, don't leave me, Kaname... Please, don't leave me at all..."

Tousen relaxed and straddled his lover’s lap, feeling Shuuhei slip out of him. He grimaced at the feeling of sticky wetness covering his thighs, but he refused to wipe it away. As he walked away from Soul Society, it would be his bitter reminder of what he left behind.

“Gomen, Shuuhei. I must leave.” Tousen pressed one last, passionate kiss to Shuuhei’s lips before pulling his head back and sighing. He disentangled himself from his lover’s arms and stood, and reached to pull on his form-fitting robe and zipped it up nicely and reached for his Zanpaktou.

Without turning to look at Shuuhei, he whispered quietly to him. “When you feel my life snuffed out, remember that it was you that I will see in my mind when I take my last breath, Hisagi-kun. You are the only one whom I love.” With a flash step, he was gone, leaving Shuuhei to his despair and tears.

"Don't-" As Shuuhei moved to stand, Tousen was gone. "...Leave." He fell back onto the bed, and let out a soft cry of agony, spiraling into despair he hadn't felt since his days in the 69th district. Something deep in his heart told him that he wouldn't see Tousen again.

Up Next: Chapter 27: The Battle of Friends

Tousen’s fingers trembled. It was soft. Like the soft pelt of a rabbit that had been stroked too many times. Long. Like the snout of a beautiful dog, and then, it was soft again. Impossibly soft where ears protruded from the top of the fox’s skull, and reflexively, the long, dark fingers curled tenderly against the base of the ear and scratched fondly, a soft whisper of ‘beautiful’ escaping the South African’s lips as he stroked fingers over his friend’s face.

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