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Ichigo blinked when the back of his legs came up against the bed and heated lips touched his, they were petal soft, warm and tasted of something sweet and exotic. Something otherworldly…and forbidden and he closed his eyes after a moment returning the kiss. Lost in the feel and the touch of the boy held him in his arms. Ichigo had never felt anything like it and the kiss was only broken because Kurama allowed it to be. He looked at the one before him. At the deep emerald green eyes and flowing rose red hair. It suited him just fine.



“Kurama…” Ichigo said his voice coming out breathless, a little more winded then he intended, and husky. Just what was the red head before him doing to him. Before he could say anything else Kurama was placing a finger to his lips and smiling.



“Sshh..” He said in a low tone. “Don’t speak. Don’t think, just feel Ichigo.” Kurama said in a low sultry tone as he moved sliding his hands along the Shinigami Daikou’s sides.



Ichigo shivered at the feel, soft almost not there and yet there enough to send tingling sensations thru him causing him to gasp and close his eyes, having never felt anything like that before. He felt Kurama’s hands sliding up and down in a slow lazy movement as if to trace his frame, then slide under his shirt along the strong contours of his stomach and up towards his chest where smooth fingertips flicked over sensitive nubs of flesh. Causing Ichigo to gasp and shiver. There was something about Kurama’s voice, something about the way he was moving that kept Ichigo from being able to thing past this moment. Something that kept him silent and obeying and simply feeling everything that the one before him wanted him to feel. And it all felt absolutely wonderful.

~*~

Kurama watched the strawberry before him. How wonderfully named the boy was named after a plant as well as being named a guardian. It suited him perfectly. Kurama watched those intense Sepia brown eyes flutter closed as he traced his hands along his muscular frame and up, flecked skilled fingers over the others tender skin and watched him shiver in delight. He fought the urge to smirk. Yes…he could have him reduced to nothing but feeling, nothing but reacting. He was old, much, much older then Ichigo Kurosaki who had only seen fifteen years in this world. While the same could be said for Shuichi Minamino, it could not be said for Yoko Kurama who was well over five hundred years old….thousands actually and yet he didn’t tell that to anyone.



He had seen and done so very much so seducing the young Shinigami would not be hard. He had plenty of suitors in the past and each of them beautiful each of them holding there own charm. Until they got boring. The only one that had not gotten boring for him had been Kuronue, although the raven had met his untimely end. After him Kurama had been certain that he’d never find anyone who would hold his interest again. But Koenma placed Ichigo in his lap, this young Shinigami, who held a darker power inside of him. Kurama could sense it, feel it. And it was alluring, like a fine dark wine. And it was something he wanted to drink deeply of. This boy this Ichigo Kurosaki and it wasn’t just the ‘heat’ talking.



He moved his skilled hands tracing over Ichigo’s frame and smiling as he slowly but surely worked the boys shirt up over his head to expose his torso and all that expanse of tanned skin. Beautifully toned and muscular not so much so that it seemed over done and yet not so weak in appearance to be sickly it was that mid point of perfection, the point which he loved. Ichigo’s hair was long in the back falling down about him with it short in the front and it was that much more alluring now that he was shirtless and Kurama smirked. Having surpassed Shuichi for the moment. The human boy was simply too timid to do what needed to be done and he had broken free although not completely and it would have to do. It would have to be long enough to take what they needed, to make the Shinigami before them theirs in order to keep from going mad with the heat.



He smiled as he kissed the boy again feeling Ichigo melt into his touch and silently appraised the boy for not fighting him. He brushed his tongue against Ichigo’s closed lips and felt them part for him before delving his tongue deep into the hot moist cavern of the boys mouth, running his tongue along the others teeth, along the roof of his mouth before feeling the other become active and start twirling his tongue around Kurama’s which as fine. He didn’t want Ichigo being passive, but he didn’t want the boy resisting either.



Kurama continued the kiss but broke it only when he felt the tension in Ichigo the silent hint that he needed air. But that didn’t stop him from continuing. He traced his way down, kissing along Ichigo’s jaw-line, laying soft alluring kisses along the others skin, fleeting in touch just enough to give sensation but not enough to leave anything lasting and that in and of itself would yield to want, to yearning. Yes he had far too long to learn the tricks of seduction hearing the other whimper and moan. He smiled as he pushed on Ichigo’s chest encouraging him to lay back on the bed, moving so that he was positioned above him. He laid those same kisses down along his torso, moving down towards those now neglected nubs of flesh to run his tongue in a slow languid circle around the skin and over hearing the other moan and arch his back a little.



Kurama smirked as he brought his hand up to give attention to the other but from his position he could feel the other rising, feel his arousal pressing into him and smiled. Not yet, he would not give him the much needed attention yet. He wanted Ichigo to come back to him begging him for more over and over again. But in order to do that he needed to make sure that the boy felt nothing but absolute pleasure. Nothing but sensation and that was something he could do.



Kurama moved from the now risen and taunt nipple before laying soft kisses down along his torso tracing the lines of his stomach to pause at his belly button, slowly lapping at it, dipping his tongue into the small crease over and over again listening as Ichigo hitched for air and arched a bit shaking his head and moaning again. Yes…the boy was responsive and that was wonderful. He moved his hands sliding them along Ichigo’s hips smirking as the boy groaned in delight and closed his eyes and he hadn’t even paid any attention to his aching need yet. Kurama moved and removed the pants removing his own clothes as well before slowly moving down, kissing along his hip and thigh, to place his lips to Ichigo’s groin still not giving the strawberries aching need any attention yet.



Ichigo moaned and thrashed as he sucked and licked on the sensitive skin there before moving to kiss down along his leg and back up. Kissing the hollow dip where his hip and leg met, running his tongue along there before wrapping his hand around the death berries swollen and throbbing length.



Kurama watched him, looked at those heavily veiled eyes filled with wanton need and lust, filled with desire and passion and smiled. Running his tongue over the tip he slowly lapped at him. Taking in the little bit of precum that had seeped out hearing the other moan and thrash. It was wonderful to see Ichigo responding in such a way and he had barely gotten started with the boy. It meant he was innocent and that Kurama was going to be able to fully teach him without any problems how to fully please. How to be completely responsive to his lover.



Ichigo moaned and thrashed as Kurama lapped his length, and Kurama could not be happier, while he slowly ran his hand up and down the heated velvet skin, watching as his breath hitched and his eyes closed before taking just the tip of him into his mouth, slowly swirling his tongue over him while stroking his hand in a slow languid motion up and down. Ichigo tried to hold in a moan of pleasure and failed which only served to amuse the Kitsune.



Kurama smirked as he took more of Ichigo’s heated length into his mouth slowly working him and loving he way the strawberry thrashed about for him clutching to the bed sheets. He made the movements slow pleasurable intending to keep him thrashing like that the whole way. He moved down little by little taking more and more of him in as he reached up and gently messaged beneath the length in his mouth listening as Ichigo let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a groan of pleasure. Smiling around his length he finally took it fully into his mouth closing his eyes as he began taking him all the way back swallowing him, into his throat while swirling his tongue as he slide him almost all the way out, now Ichigo was letting out wonderful cries of pleasure his hands tight in the bed sheets as he thrashed his head breathing heavy.



Kurama watched muscles tense in the other stomach, watched as he tried desperately to hold out and felt him tensing up. Felt the skin in his hands tightening up and then Ichigo was crying for him, screaming out his release as the fox lapped up every last drop. He pulled back as Ichigo relearned how to breath, looking at him thru bed-room eyes. And that sight pleased Yoko to no end. He licked his lips and brought up one hand to slowly run his finger along the corner of his mouth where some of Ichigo’s release trailed down to run his thumb along it collecting it only to lick it off and heard the other gasp.



“I’m not done with you yet.” Yoko Kurama said in a low soft tone, watching as Ichigo shivered but the look in his eyes clearly told him it wasn’t in revulsion. That and the boys scent. The lust and desire that was heavy in the room. That was fine he would work with that.



Kurama lifted Ichigo’s legs to expose the tight hidden ring and leaned in, running his tongue over it and hearing the gasping cry of pleasure the young Shinigami Daikou let out. He smirked as he continued to lap slowly at it. Running his tongue in slow circles over the tight entrance. Listening to Ichigo’s moans and knowing that he had not really given the young man time to re-catch his breath. Before sliding just the tip of his tongue in, hearing the gasping cry the other let out he continued slowly working him until he was lapping at him.



Kurama reached up and pulled a seed from his hair, getting the plant to bloom and then broke the ‘pod’ like flower of the vibrant orange plant, removing his mouth he tipped the pod allowing the oils there in to fall there coating the boy before sliding his finger in to take the place of his tongue.



“Relax Ichigo…trust me you will enjoy this.” Kurama spoke in a low sultry tone.



Ichigo just moaned in answer to him as Kurama slid another finger into him, slowly working the two in and out of the boy lowering his legs so that he could lean up even while teaching Ichigo’s body to kiss him. He didn’t need the boy crying in pain but he did need him ready to take him. Ichigo returned the kiss seemingly lost in all the passion of it all which was fine with him.



Kurama smiled as he slide a third in moving them in and out, scissoring them slowly as he worked Ichigo getting the death berry ready to take him. Once he was satisfied and certain he could now answer his own need, and removed his fingers nearly laughing in delight as Ichigo whined and moved his hips at the loss.



Kurama once again placed his fingers to Ichigo’s lips. “Shush…in a moment Ichigo. It’ll be much better in a moment.” Kurama said whispered in a low husky sensual tone.



Then moved between Ichigo’s legs and positioned himself. Slowly he entered the boy before him thrusting in until he was buried to the hilt and Ichigo’s back arched his face scrunched up in minor pain at the intrusion.



Kurama began moving, watching as that slightly tortured look after a few moments turned into one of bliss as Ichigo’s breathing became labored. He knew it was the first time anyone had filled the young man, and he intended on making sure it was something he would never forget, ones first time should always be like that. He continued to move listening to Ichigo moan, as he did, and shifted a bit until he found that little cluster of nerves that would….



Kurama smiled as Ichigo cried out head going back as he hit that ‘sweet’ spot inside of him and continued, watching as Ichigo’s length seemed to come back to life filling out with need and Kurama being merciful reached up and began stroking him in time with his thrusts. Listening to the baited cries of the boy before him as he continued to take him. Ichigo rocked with his movements moving his hips to meet Kurama’s as if to drive him deeper still inside of him soft cries between gasps for air.



Kurama steadily picked up the pace smiling as Ichigo answered him in kind before long though and although the other did hold out for a while it was expected that his first time would not be as long as someone more experienced he came crying out on wave after wave of estacy Kurama groaned as he released into the boy feeling those muscles clench around him, pulling on him and milking him, and what amused him was that his release was not going to finish until Ichigo’s body had finished milking him for all he was worth.

When it was over he collapsed on him, feeling the stick rapidly cooling mess of Ichigo’s own release on the young mans stomach. His own length still buried hilt deep within Ichigo’s muscular frame. Both remained still there relearning how to breath. Ichigo Kurosaki may have been innocent before his but his body seemed to know all to well what it wanted and had taken all Kurama had to give. Not that he was complaining it had been quiet some time since he had a release like that.



~*~

Ichigo focused on the simple concept of breathing in and out. Each breath was labored, and harsh and he was still seeing stars at the moment. He felt like he was floating on cloud nine and wasn’t about to come down any time soon but in truth knew that he had to. He slowly opened his eyes to look down at the red head of hair that was resting on his chest. Kurama’s body weight was so very light, feather light he barely felt it, but he was curious…to see if that hair was as soft as it looked and since the red head was currently laying on him, he reached up and began playing with the silken hair happy to find that it was.



Kurama though stiffened on him, as if not liking him playing with his hair.

“Something wrong?” Ichigo asked in a husky tone accepting pretty well the fact that he was more or less ‘fucked’ into the bedsprings. There really was no point in getting upset about it since he could have stopped the other at any time, especially with that first kiss. But there was no denying that Kurama was absolutely beautiful and that at the moment being taken by him sounded just fine with him.



“I don’t like it.” Kurama answered after a moment.



“Huh?” Ichigo asked.



“My hair. I don’t like it.” Kurama answered. “it’s not what I’m used to…it was once as silver as snow. Now it‘s as split blood.”



Ichigo was silent for a moment. “It reminded me more of a rose in color.”



“Hmm?” Kurama said after a moment looking up at him.



“Your hair…it reminds me of a rose. The color of it. Your eye’s deep forest green and your hair rose red.”

Kurama looked at him and then blinked before smiling and lowering his head his shoulders shaking with silent laughter. He felt Ichigo tense though and shook his head.



“No no, it’s not what you think.” He said as he looked at Ichigo who he was still firmly buried inside of. “It’s just that you didn’t strike me as a poet.” He said looking at him. It just went to show you couldn’t judge a book by it’s cover.



“Me thinkth the lady dost protest to much.” Ichigo grumbled good naturedly.

Kurama looked at him and blinked as he quoted Shakespeare. “You read Shakespeare?”



“Yeah for a hobby…”Ichigo answered and looked away from him. “My hair color gets me into enough trouble so I tend to focus on my studies to keep out of trouble there.”



“Mm. I like the color of your hair actually.” Kurama said and shrugged, he could not stand his own red hair well…until Ichigo said it reminded him of a rose. But Ichigo’s reminded him of a sunrise or sun set. That vibrant orange in color that was welcoming the day or night and nothing but mischief. It suited him rather well.



Kurama sighed as he moved and slowly separated them, then laid down next to Ichigo who whimpered with the loss. “Shush..” Kurama said pulling the young man into his arms and putting Ichigo’s head on his chest so he could play with the others hair. “Just rest Ichigo, you’re going to need it after that.”



Ichigo would have protested but did indeed feel exhausted and sleep come up on him. He feel asleep like that with Kurama holding him tenderly.



Yoko Kurama looked down at the death berry in his arms. Feeling Shuichi’s heart racing a mile a minute. By all rights Ichigo should have been furious with them.



‘Relax Shu.’ Yoko thought to his counterpart. ‘I know what I’m doing in terms of seduction. The Shinigami is ours now.’



‘Listen to yourself Yoko…you can not own him. He won’t tolerate it….and he’s not the sort who will be happy if you have multiple lovers.’ Shuichi/Kurama said as he slowly came back to the surface.



‘I do not intend on having multiple lovers Shu, just him. And he more then anyone will understand us.’ Yoko said as he continued to gently ‘pet’ Ichigo’s soft hair.



‘Yoko….you can’t be…’ Shuichi countered softly.



‘I can be certain my human friend.’ Yoko said as he began to fade into the background of Shuichi’s mind. ‘Not only does he have the Zanpakuto which is normal, but he has an inner hollow, I can sense it. Another two other beings inside of him. Much akin to the way there is you, me and Kurama…the being born of us both when our minds meld together.’



Shuichi was quiet but as he resurfaced he found that he didn’t stop playing with Ichigo’s hair, instead continuing where the great fox demon left off….as if somewhere in his mind he agreed with Yoko…and that was. From this point forwards Ichigo Kurosaki, the Substitute Shinigami, the Viazard belonged to them alone. ‘Mother will not be happy if she finds out what we’ve done. It’s another lie we must tell her.’



‘All to protect her…Shuichi, all of it to protect her.’ Yoko said as he disappeared leaving Shuichi alone with his thoughts and those thoughts….were of how wonderful Ichigo’s body had felt wrapped around him, how wonderful he had tasted when he took him. Perhaps he was more like Yoko then he thought. And that thought troubled him. He could hear Yoko laughing in the back of his mind….Even as Ichigo slept on unaware that he had fallen prey to the Silver Fox…to the King of Thieves‘.