[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: The chapter you’ve all been waiting for! The threesome. Please keep in mind we wrote this more for the heart wrenching smut. A few warnings. A bit more graphic than any of the other sex in the story so far.

Chapter 28: The Difference Between Fire and Ice

There was a day of mourning in Seireitei. Komamura disappeared into the bowels of Soul Society, impossible to find. Kaname Tousen was dead, and it left a bad taste in many mouths. Especially the quiet newly appointed captain of the 9th division. Byakuya chose to stay in his offices, quietly sipping tea and gazing out at the first snow of the fall.

When it snowed in Seireitei, it was beautiful. A fire quietly crackled in the fireplace and he sighed. It seemed the winter came the hour of Tousen’s death when Saijin had howled his fury to the skies, and Byakuya reflected on it mildly. He took another sip of his tea, steel blue eyes sad and withdrawn. He’d actually hoped that Tousen would come back as they had been fairly friendly with each other…as much as the Kuchiki would allow.

Renji had been accompanied by Uryuu all the way to the 6th division offices, and then had walked together through the snow, the gentle crunch of their feet and Uryuu soft noises of distaste if he sank too deep into the snow the only sounds that filled the space around them.

But, of course, that didn't stop them from sharing a passionate kiss as Renji backed into the office, the sliding door making a soft 'swoosh' as it was opened, accompanied by the gentle noises of the Quincy as he protested against Renji's wandering hands. Of course, the Vice Captain found this horrendously amusing, and eventually ended up getting pushed backwards into the office by a very flushed Uryuu, the door clapping shut in his face.

Only then did he acknowledge Byakuya's presence, bowing and slumping into a chair, glad to finally get into the warmth. He didn't make any comments, basking in the sweet afterglow of the kiss and savoring the taste of the Quincy in his mouth. There wasn't much to comment about today - it truly was a day of mourning, and he did feel for Shuuhei, but it wasn't exactly his problem.

Byakuya seemed not amused, and he didn’t offer any tea to Renji, which was odd and rather rude of the nobleman. He took another sip and gazed out the window. “You must be prepared to take your position back, Abarai-kun. Kurosaki-fukutaicho will be…removed from his position after Kaname-taicho’s funeral.”

He never looked at Renji, holding that icy air of indifference about him. The same indifference that he’d used when he’d called for Renji’s execution when he’d lost to the orange haired Ryoka. The same indifference when he’d turned his back and walked away when he’d nearly killed Renji with his Bankai.

The cold blue eyes gazed up at Renji, and then he looked back out the window. “You should be more respectful of the dead.” He added without remorse, referring to his antics with Ishida.

Renji held back his anger, and settled more comfortably into the chair, sighing softly. There wasn’t much he could say to answer that – at least, not anything that would enrage Byakuya beyond speech. He could think of a thousand and one things to say to his captain, could think of countless contradictions to Byakuya’s so-called respect for the dead.

“Ishida’s leaving the day that Ichigo is moving to the 9th Division. I’m savorin’ the time we have left, considerin’ it ain’t much.” The redhead had an expression of sorrow on his face as he was forced to talk about what Uryuu had told him.

He’d had to think for hours before he could convince himself it wasn’t his dick that was sad, but he himself who was.

It wasn’t much. That was true. Byakuya quietly looked out the window, the indifference against settling in place. He knew it that Renji hated his cold air and his refusal to show any emotion, but today, he feared that if he showed emotion, he might snap and kill the nearest person.

His Riatsu was tightly coiled around him, hidden and strained, and just beneath the surface exterior of his demeanor, he was quietly screaming and scratching at the surface, gasping for relief from his suffering.

“Kurosaki will have to choose between the 9th and the real world. He doesn’t truly belong here.” There was actually a smidgeon of sadness in the Kuchiki’s voice, but it was well hidden under his ice prince attitude. Leave it to Byakuya to be a prick while not saying anything rude. He didn’t even acknowledge Renji as he took a sip of his tea.

Renji was slowly losing his patience with his captain, his frown deepening. He could barely sense the Kuchiki's Riatsu in the air, but he knew if he got too close, there would be a choking burst of it.

"...Taicho, can I ask why you asked Ishida-san to leave? Is it because you're too selfish to live your suffering by yourself if Kurosaki leaves? 'Cause I knew you stopped caring about the Quincy being here when you got Ryuken-san out of Kurotsuchi's basement. You could have left him there."

When Byakuya refused to answer him, Renji's hands curled into fists. "So, what is this icy attitude then, huh? What right do you have to mourn for someone who you yourself deemed a traitor, yet you didn't even have the decency to show up at Shiba-fukutaicho's funeral?!"

The tea cup Byakuya was holding hit the table so hard that it disintegrated into thousands of tiny shards, slammed down by the heir, his face still not showing his fury. However, the sudden burst of Riatsu that shifted through the room would have made any lesser Shinigami sick to their stomachs.

Byakuya’s cold eyes rested on Renji, and his words were ice as he stood, delicate hands clenching in the sleeves of his robe. “You know nothing of Kaien and the suffering surrounding his death, mongrel.” He growled. “Don’t test me.” He stepped forward, his steps so menacing, anyone else would have tucked tail and hauled ass.

Byakuya knew Renji wouldn’t. The redhead was too stubborn and too stupid for his own good, if not a bit fiendishly loyal. “I have every right to mourn the loss of Kaname-taicho.” The nobleman paused and growled something profound at Renji. “At one time, he was my friend.”

"So was Kaien, wasn't he? Or do mongrels like me an' him not count as friends to you anymore?" Renji stood up, the few inches between them seeming to make all the difference. The redhead's eyes were narrowed, and he could just about look down on Byakuya, something he rarely did.

"I can test you, Taicho. I have tested you." Renji grasped hold of Byakuya's robes, pulling him forward so hard that their forehead's butted together painfully. "And I'm going to keep testing you until you finally break and realize that there's no reason for you to be an asshole anymore."

And with that, he crushed his lips against his captain's the silk-like feel so much alike sakura - but the emotion behind them like the razors that had made so many scars on the mongrel's chest.

Byakuya’s eyes flew open and his hands went up to push Renji away, and in the last moment of his sanity, he remembered wondering why he’d fought the mongrel for so long.

And he broke.

His Riatsu hit the room around them, breaking the mirror, shattering the china in the cabinets, making the rice paper rattle and the windows crack. The emotion was thick with stress and depression, and it melted into fury and lust as Renji’s tongue forced its way inside of Byukuya’s mouth and tangled with the Kuchiki’s.

He was so unlike Ichigo. Coarse. Rough. Experienced. And delicious on his tongue like an exotic food that Byakuya loved and both hated at the same time. Lithe fingers tangled into Renji’s robes and clung there, and Byakuya realized that he didn’t want to let go.

Ichigo had entered the room silently, and he had tucked the chinese bellflower that Byakuya liked so much into a pot of fresh water so he wouldn't be tempted to crush it. He only spoke when Byakuya began to respond to the kiss, his Riatsu angry like his scowl as it began to leak around the room, filling every spot that his lover's and Renji's hadn't already.

"That's seven years bad luck, you know." Renji stumbled back against the wall in surprise, and even as Ichigo's eyes remained trained on Byakuya, there was only one thought going through his mind. 'Oh, shit.' The orange-haired shinigami pushed the kenziken out of his lover's hair, the white hair piece falling to the floor with a soft clatter. Ichigo didn't say anything more, but his eyes showed everything he needed to say, wanted to say. 'How could you?'

Byakuya didn’t skip a beat as he leaned forward and caught Ichigo’s lips, pouring love into a kiss that he would never be able to put into words. No matter how much the young man hated him for that one kiss, it was too much to even think about being unable to touch Ichigo again.

When he broke the kiss, his fingers gripped to the black robes of his lover, and Byakuya gazed into the chocolate eyes intently, trying to find some reason to why he’d have wanted Renji instead of Ichigo. And yet, he still wanted the red head. It was the familiarity…and the guilt of knowing that he’d hurt Renji beyond explanation and reason.

He’d wanted him dead for merely failing to beat his opponent. Byakuya kissed Ichigo again apologetically and then stepped back, his eyes still cold, but it was obvious from his shimmering Riatsu that he was not calm. Not by any means.

Ichigo paid no heed to Renji as he pulled Byakuya to the futon, capturing his lips in a heady, dominating kiss. He didn't care who initiated the contact - the fact that Byakuya responded to it was what infuriated him the most. "...I can bet that you would have been coming back to me later on begging for me to let him out, wouldn't you?"

Renji's eyes widened, but he didn't dare speak, didn't dare to even breathe, as Ichigo reclaimed what he deemed rightfully his. "Begging for your penance for doing something wrong. Never once did you tell me what you did to think you deserved it..."

He pulled Byakuya's robes open, his blunt nails digging into close to immaculate skin, his eyes almost glowing with fury and sorrow. "But now I know what kind of things you get up to behind my back." Renji stepped forward, about to object to it, but thought against it. He was angry with Byakuya... and he doubted that Kurosaki would hurt him more than necessary. His fury didn't extend that far.

Byakuya closed his eyes and denied Ichigo’s words, his fingers pulling slightly at the robes of the orange haired Shinigami, back arching sharply into those vicious fingertips, the pain sending shocks of pleasure through his aching body.

“I-Ichigo…I never…” He cried out as those fingertips drew blood, and his fingers tightened and pulled at the robes harder, making them slightly pull off of Ichigo’s shoulders, bearing marble, bronze skin to the room.

Byakuya’s cool, blue depths met Renji’s, and there was nothing but a plea for forgiveness there. “What will it take…” He whispered. “…to forget?” It was both a plea and a demand. Byakuya cried out again as Ichigo’s nail caught the pale disk of a nipple. The nobleman was lost in the pain, and he craved yet more.

"I'm never going to forget this, Byakuya." Ichigo growled, his Riatsu becoming almost smothering as it filled the room in his anger. "I can forgive you for it... but I won't forget." Ichigo sat up, leaving Byakuya lying there, batting away his hands from his robes, and moved towards Byakuya's desk, resting Zangetsu against the wall.

He picked up the small vial of oil for the lamps, still corked, and then looked over at Renji. His scowl made way for just a second, and he threw the vial at Renji, who caught it easily. As soon as the redhead caught on to what he was being told to do, his eyes widened, his cheeks flushed.

"B-but..." His argument was feeble, and he hung his head in defeat as Ichigo pulled Byakuya into his arms and then turned him to face Renji, holding his wrists behind his back with one of his own hands.

“If you’re so desperate for Renji…” He slid off Byakuya’s hakama, parting his legs to expose him to the redheaded vice captain. “Then he can join in, just this once. He’ll help me forgive you.” Renji’s eyes were apologetic as he dipped his fingers into the vial, and then pushed a single digit into the exposed opening.

Byakuya deserved this, he decided. He asked for it, and he was getting it.

Byakuya wanted to fight. Really he did. Instead, however, his only reaction was to arch his hips and groan quietly, his cold eyes watching Renji with some amount of disdain and maybe even slight fear. Renji’s finger stabbed against that precious bundle of nerves inside of him, and Byakuya breathed in sharply, and his back bowed beautifully against Ichigo, his head falling back onto his lover’s shoulder.

His lips found purchase on Ichigo’s neck submissively, licking his way across his jaw, whispering in his deep, throaty voice, words of encouragement and acquiescence. There was a certain fear that remained deep in his chest from being restrained by a man who could kill him, and then, there was the disgust…the shame…the delicious sexual complexity of having Renji’s experience playing games with his oversensitive body.

“He kissed me. I never…” His denial was cut off by a groan as that place inside of him was brushed again, making him nearly howl in mongrel-like pleasure. “R-Ren…Abarai-kun…” He was unsure of what to call the red head…

But damn it…it didn’t matter when Renji’s finger was buried in him to the hilt.

“You responded to him.” Ichigo growled, tilting his head from Byakuya’s soft ministrations, and locked eyes with Renji, who seemed almost dazed as the orange-haired Shinigami took the vial of oil from him, dipping his fingers into it and then setting it aside. “This is your penance.”

He pushed two of his fingers into with Renji’s, who winced, evidently feeling for his Taicho. But as Ichigo beckoned him close and kissed him, all feelings for the Kuchiki were pushed to the back of his mind.

He wasn’t sure why Ichigo was doing this, what had spurred him on, but the feeling of Ichigo exploring his mouth with his tongue was too good to think about anything but move his fingers back and forth inside Byakuya, his fingers curling and stretching the opening as far as he would let himself with Ichigo mirroring his movements.

Byakuya was beside himself. The pain of being stretched so brutally was near excruciating, but even as it washed over his body, he felt the dirt from his guilt wash away from his soul, and he arched wantonly, pushing his hips further down into the fingers, his blue eyes freezing on Ichigo kissing Renji.

Something inside of him snapped, and those long, lithe fingers broke away roughly from Ichigo’s hold that had loosened from his wrists, and he snagged Renji’s pony tail, ripping his mouth away from Ichigo. ”Mine.” The growl was enough to convey just what he thought of the mongrel touching his beloved, but somewhere, deep inside of the protective, furious mind, he found an awe…an arousal at the idea of the two powerful, ill bred creatures touching each other, taking him, taking each other…

His fingers caught the tie in Renji’s hair, and it snapped, allowing the thick, flaming silk to smooth down over his shoulders. “Please…make me forget…”

Renji still seemed rather dazed, but as Ichigo added a third finger, he was encouraged to do the same. He was amazed that Byakuya could stretch this far without breaking, and to convey his apologies, he kissed a slow, deliberate line down Byakuya’s throat, careful not to leave any marks on the pale skin. He’d never dared to do so before, and the fact that he was merely a guest in this dance of passion made him even more cautious as to what he did.

Ichigo, however, was so much less careful, leaving angry red indentations and bite marks and even small rivulets of blood from where he’d clawed or bitten too hard. Renji dared run his nails down Byakuya’s side, just enough for him to feel a tickle of pain, but the red lines were hardly there, already fading.

And suddenly, Ichigo had pulled his fingers away, tangling Byakuya between them and pulling both of their hakama to their knees, exposing their arousals and pulling them all close, carefully pressing the heads of their erection’s to Byakuya’s stretched opening, but pausing, Ichigo whispering soft words into his lover’s ear. “Do you want us both inside you, Byakuya? Do you want us both to fill you?”

Byakuya very nearly screamed. He was stretched far enough that if they had really wanted to, they could have fit an entire hand inside of him with little to no resistance. Was this possible? Then the question came, and the raven hair that had been restrained with the kenziken spilled forward over his forehead as he fervently nodded, and spread his legs obscenely wide, giving Renji a beautiful view of the body that so many in Soul Society had coveted.

Byakuya’s arousal had taken form against his belly, and while his slender length was not overly large, it was elegant, pale, and delicate. He stroked it slowly, smoldering blue eyes resting on Renji’s face as he arched slightly, knowing that his show would affect the redhead somehow. “Yes, please…” He whispered. Then, his eyes flickered up to Ichigo, and he pressed his lips to his jaw line. “Ichigo…” He breathily whispered. “Fuck me...”

Ichigo poured a good amount of oil into his palm, and then wrapped his hand around both his and Renji's arousal's, covering them in the lubricant that they needed to make it easier and more comfortable. Had it been the redheaded vice captain who owned the Kuchiki, he wouldn't have bothered with that. It just proved that Ichigo was so much kinder than he.

He guided Byakuya down onto their arousals, and the two mongrels gasped at the feeling, Renji's moan almost strained as the friction from Ichigo's careful shifting as well as Byakuya's dizzying tightness around their cocks.

Ichigo was nuzzling gently into his lover's neck, biting at his earlobe gently as he dared to rub the stretch-reddened skin around Byakuya's opening, teasing him with the prospect of fingers before he pushed in, guiding Renji's hips with his so that they were only just out of time, providing better friction for the three of them.

"See... doesn't this feel good, Byakuya? We forgive you..."

Little did the two of them know, Ichigo wasn't referring to Renji as he spoke.

Byakuya’s entire being suddenly tensed at the voice, and his eyes flickered up, and in a soft whispering cry, he arched into the thrusts, an arm curling back around his lover’s alter form, and he kissed his jaw submissively, his deep voice softening. “Forgive me.” The Hollow scared his mind into submission, his body suddenly craving the power, the pain, the viciousness only Ogichi could grant him in his suffering.

He was sure Renji was unaware of the Hollow even though he’d seen him several times, but even if he was, Byakuya shared something with the creature that no one else did. In the actuality of their relationship, the Hollow had grown an attachment to Byakuya, and the nobleman craved him just as much as he craved Ichigo. He arched in to the thrusts, his breath coming in hard pants as he was stretched painfully, yet hit with powerful waves of pleasure.

“Nggghhhh… More…please….Ichigo…Renji-kun….”

The hollow was almost tender as he thrust up into Byakuya, his eyes showing endearment to the noble as his arms wrapped around him. But of course, the almost slowly began to reverse, his true nature beginning to shine through even in the time he wanted to be gentle. "Ngh... Byakuya..." Ichigo had let him past the barriers of his mind on the condition that he didn't hurt the nobleman, and he didn't intend to, trying his hardest to force down the opposite of Ichigo's feelings.

Renji noticed the change in Ichigo's eyes, but he didn't have much care for it, his thrusts slow but harsh, abiding by his taicho's orders as he always had, until the two were completely out of sync, Ichigo's thrusts slow and as gentle as he looked as if he could be. That was when he noticed that Ichigo looked almost sad... and he wouldn't ever know why the tears slid down his face from half-closed eyes.

Because the Hollow planned to keep it to himself that his instinct to love had died at his birth, and the one he wanted for his lover was only just out of his grasp.

Byakuya’s heart was attuned to Ichigo and his other self more then Renji understood, and slowly, as Byakuya panted from pleasure, he arched up against Ichigo’s body, arm drawing those lips down, and he gazed up into golden eyes that seemed empty and vicious. ”Don’t.”

He sealed the word with a kiss to the Hollow’s lips, a lithe hand going to wrap around Renji’s triceps for support and a silent admission of his awareness of the red head inside of him. As he broke the kiss from the Hollow, his blue eyes flickered to Renji, and he drew that precious mouth closer to his, and he initiated a slow, heated kiss with his Vice Captain, nearly crying out as his prostate was hit…by someone…making his cock drip more clear liquid onto his rigid stomach.

“I…I want…” He wanted to come. To pour himself out in proof of his newly cleansed soul. He clung to both Renji and Ichigo, his eyes closing. His facial expressions were always cold and never revealing, but he couldn’t hide his eyes. And they were begging for forgiveness.

Ogichi made a low noise in the back of his throat, his slick hand wrapping around Byakuya's arousal and ran his lithe fingers over it with enough force to bring him to orgasm, but slowly, as if he were savoring every moment of it. "Byakuya..." His voice was trembling, on the verge of being Ichigo once again - if only because the Shinigami was demanding to take over once more.

And, simply because he didn't want to hurt the man he would love, he retreated, giving Ichigo his body back within a heartbeat. Renji was nearing his limit, and he finally reached it when Ichigo's final, brutal thrust rubbed up against him, a low, guttural groan symbolizing his release.

Ichigo could feel tried tears on his face, could feel a lasting rough kiss on his lips, and he had to wonder what had happened in his absence. But, before he could think yet more, he jerked Byakuya to orgasm with him, the tightening of his muscles bringing him over the edge, and he felt himself being carried away on a high of pleasure, his moan low and reverberating in his lover's ear.

Byakuya came, a low, whispering moan escaping his lips, and he purred softly. He really wasn’t hurt except for a few scratches across his chest and is side, and he ignored those in favor of collapsing to the futon, spent, covered in seed, and softly panting. He pressed into Renji’s chest quietly, and he clutched at Ichigo’s arm, his entire being humbled by the experience of being taken by the two powerful Shinigami.

His blue eyes quietly searched Renji’s face as he lay on his side, not hiding his body or what he truly was. In the back of his mind, his logic told him that Renji had known all along what he’d needed to bring him peace, but despite his ruffian mentality and ragged edges, Renji could never hurt Byakuya. He wanted to stay awake…to speak, but he was spent, and fainting, he fell to unconsciousness between them, his body warmly surrounded by both men.

Renji had wrapped his arms around Byakuya tightly as he, too, fell into unconsciousness. Ichigo could help but feel angry, separating the two as they slept, turning them so that they were back to back rather than wrapped tight around each other. The Hollow had withdrawn to the furthest reaches of his mind, and as much as he called out to his inner self, he wouldn't speak.

Perhaps... it was time to try and talk to the Hollow. He righted his uniform, and rested a minute before leaving the office, disappearing into the bowels of Seireitei. And when he finally reached the outskirts of Rukongai, he sat down beneath an oak tree and closed his eyes, trying to contact the Hollow that had disappeared from contact without a trace of a memory from his inner self. ...What had happened?

Up Next: Chapter 29: The Preparation and Reprimand

“Aizen-sama… please, Aizen-sama…” He shivered, making every part of him tremble in Aizen’s grip. “Please, use me…” He knew from experience that this was all what his lover wanted to hear – the power over such a large land was intoxicating for him, and the power over people even more so.

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