[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.

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Chapter 32: The Claiming


When the door opened to the non descript world, the creature that stepped through looked like Kurosaki Ichigo, but it was not him. His white clothes fluttered in the breeze, and his eerie golden eyes looked around him, and he growled. The sound made the air shiver around him, and every step he took, the ground shivered with his movements.

He was powerful

And he was pissed.

Ogichi looked around the place, and as the hollows surrounded him, he smirked, his voice echoing with Ichigo’s off the mountains surrounding them. “I don’t have time for you idiots. King and I have a job to do.” With a single swipe of Zangetsu, hundreds of hollows fell into the dust.

“Keh, you’re all so boring. Where the hell is ‘yer leader? Give me something to do!” Ogichi rolled his eyes as he stepped onto the rocky path that led to the great fortress in front of him, and he found a wild, bloodthirsty smile come to his lips.

“Aizen… I’m coming, you bastard.”

As soon as he had felt that ground-shuddering reiatsu, Gin had been restless, knowing Aizen was hidden away in that muffled room with Byakuya, much to his annoyance.

He slipped out of his bedroom, striding through the bland halls of Hueco Mundo, Arrancar gathering in their panic of feeling such a large reiatsu and mumbling to each other as Gin passed through, until finally the fox-like former-captain was heading towards Ogichi, smiling as he usually did as he got closer and closer.

The silver-haired man could already feel the pain that this Hollow would bestow upon him, making every part of him ache in that wonderful feeling.

“Ichigo, is i’?” He purred, close enough to see the intricate patterns on the surface of Ogichi’s eyes, the reiatsu hitting him in the very core and enough to make him bow his head ever-so-slightly. “Prolly Ogichi, though, ain’ i’?” Gin giggled gently, raising a hand to cup the Hollow’s cheek with a rather mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Nice ta meet’cha.”

Ogichi slapped the hand away and a cackle escaped his lips. “You own all the hollows ‘round here that are tryin’ to kick my ass?” He stepped forward, invading Gin’s personal space with a smirk, and with a low growl, he purred out to the former captain of Soul Society. “Pray tell, ‘liddle mousie. Where’d the rat take my lover?” He came closer to Gin, and then, a long arm whipped out.

Long, strong fingers wrapped around Gin’s throat, and the hollow smirked at him viciously. “Looks like the cat’s got your tongue, mousie.” He purred softly.

Slowly, he began to tighten the hold while leaning forward and nuzzling his nose against Gin’s neck and jaw line, enjoying the sweet scent of jasmine mixed with something undeniably male. His cool tongue lapped up the side of Gin’s face, and he smirked again. “You’d better talk, mousie. Or I’m gonna loosen you up a little…”

Gin bit his lower lip with a smirk, the hand around his throat deliciously suffocating. “An’ if I don’ wanna talk?” He managed out, his eyes opening and his hands, only just warm, latching on to the arm and wrist of the hand that gripped him so tightly, their bodies pressed flush against each other.

“What’ll ya be doin’ ta this liddle mousie if i’ don’ squeak, kitty-cat?”

The spirit pressure around them both was rising, Gin’s filled with arousal and Ogichi’s with anger, the mix making the silver-haired man tremble with arousal, utterly needy for more of this feeling that surrounded the two of them, stirring pebbles and sand under their feet. “Mebbe if ya trea’ this liddle mousie, id’ll squeak fer ya.”

Ogichi’s hand tightened, an attempt to completely cut off the air to the pale man’s lungs. He wanted to break this man, and if he had to break him to find Byakuya, then he would decimate this thin man. “Maybe if I break this ‘liddle mouse, he’ll squeak anyway,” Ogichi growled, his nails digging into cool skin, drawing dribbles of blood from the punctures.

He shouldered Zangetsu and drew his free hand to Gin’s thin side, grabbing the man tightly, digging his nails into the clothing, wanting to feel the skin beneath break. He shifted in the hallway, pushing Gin into the nearest wall, thrusting a knee between Gin’s legs to warn him.

“Doncha think that’s enough play?” The golden eyes narrowed, and he pressed his knew further forward.

“Come on, now…arencha gonna tell me what I wanna know?”

“Oh, bu’ liddle mousie is awful loyal ta the ra’.” He was making a mockery of Aizen and himself, and he loved it. He loved breaking the rules and loved getting caught. It meant punishment, and punishment was always so sweet and satisfying.

“Kitty-cat’ll haff ta try aliddle ‘arder ta get wha’ ‘e wan’s.” Gin giggled, this play awfully stimulating. “An’ mebbe ‘e’ll ge’ a meal alon’ wit’ ‘is info’mation.” He had already begun to bleed where Ogichi gripped him, the blood staining the pristine white fabric, and he anticipated just how red the Hollow could make it go. He wanted to be completely stained, completely broken, and not even Aizen was willing to do so to the extent he needed it.

And this enraged beast was his first and last chance.

Ogichi didn’t take the time to prepare Gin. He was grinning the entire time as his fingers ripped up the long coat and ripped down the pants off and away from the lithe body. Oh, he lusted after this one. He could sense the desire for pain flowing out of each of his words, and it excited him.

His fingers grasped at Gin’s legs, and he lifted him, and without any pretense, he shoved himself roughly into the lithe body, moaning as he felt it tear around his cock. There was no foreplay for this moment as the blood began to thickly roll down man’s thighs. Ogichi laughed maniacally as the blood stained his clothes and splattered on the wall with each back breaking thrust.

Aizen would regret taking Byakuya. Oh yes.

What worse way to get back at him than to make his lover scream Ogichi’s name?

~*~*~*~

The blood was thick running down his thighs as he wailed for Sousuke, stumbling down the hallways in his ripped coat, the lower half of it entirely stained and gashes from Senbonzakura covering him, his lips bruised and bitten from the Hollow's cruelty.

He knew that Ogichi would take his time, popping off an Arrancar or two. The Gotei 13 were approaching fast, and Ogichi wouldn't have been finished with his toying by the time they got here.

“Sousuke-koi…”

He fell against the wall, giggling as he made his way to the room he knew his lover was in. The pain had made him light-headed, the blood dripping from his ankles onto the floor and leaving crimson, foot-shaped marks on the bland white.

“Sousuke-sama… Sousuke… Where are you~?” He crooned it, bursting into another fit of giggles as he approached the doors, swinging them open without a care in the world.

“Sousuke-koi~…” He fell into a heap on the floor, the sudden jerk tearing him open just that bit further, making him gasp in pleasure. “Oh, Sousuke… fuck me hard, Sousuke. Break me open more, Sousuke.”

Aizen’s seemingly compassionate eyes widened, and he walked to Gin, not rushing himself. The scent of blood around the other was heady, and he gasped softly as he realized where it was coming from. He crouched beside the slender man, and he lifted him up slightly into his arms, his voice, usually cold and steady, tinted with fear.

“Gin. Gin!” Aizen shook him a little. “Who’s done this?”

Although, he could tell from the thousands of little scratch marks all over Gin’s body and the mangled meat of his ankles. Kurosaki had come, and he’d brought Senbonzakura with him. Damn that brat. The lingering energy around Gin, however, wasn’t the light energy of the boy, but rather, it held a dark tint to it. An incomprehensible power that Aizen found himself suddenly nervous over.

The hollow had come for its toy.

Aizen barked out words to the guards as he lifted Gin into his arms, but he supposed it was already too late. More than likely, Ogichi had already made his way to Byakuya in the deep quarters of the Arrancar. And if that was the case, Aizen was a dead man.

~*~*~*~

He’d followed the petal-like blades to their wielder, still furious no matter how sated the fox-like man had made him, and he’d gotten his information, just as Gin had said he’d get it. In the form of screams and whimpers, he’d gotten everything, including that vital piece about the silver-haired man.

He opened the door in near silence, the petrified and bleached wood barely squeaking as he opened and closed it. His reiatsu softened as he saw his lover, asleep on the bed and reeking of arrancar, filled with their seed, drenched in their sweat…

“My precious Bya-chan.” The Hollow stepped forward, sitting down on the bed and brushing the dark, silky locks out of his lover’s eyes.

“What the fuck have they done to you?”

He pulled away the arrancar clothing, enraged they’d dressed him up as such, but was more than relieved not to find a hole on his body. “Wake up, koi. I’ve come for you, Byakuya.”

Byakuya’s eyes fluttered open, and he started to find the hollow looking down at him, and he sat bolt upright in the bed, the raven locks spilling forward over his body. He knew must have looked a whore. He could feel the seed of his sin seeping out from him and wetting the sheets beneath him. His cold steel eyes raked up the hollow’s body, noticing the blood splattered across the front of his white dress, and he looked away.

“Leave me.”

Byakuya’s voice was cold as always. Stoic. But in the depths of it, there was a soft plea that couldn’t be heard by many. His hands tightened in the white sheets and covers that surrounded his hips. His eyes averted in shame, and he closed them, his voice touching the air once again.

“I’m nothing. Just leave me to be a whore at the hands of the Arrancar.”

There could have been the overwhelming joy that his beliefs had held true…that Ichigo was indeed alive, but more than the joy, there was an overwhelming shame of having given into the sheer pleasure that the Arrancar had offered him. Ulquiorra… he seemed to have been entranced with Byakuya.

Byakuya wanted nothing more than to cling to Ogichi. To bury his face in his hoari and inhale his scent. But he was ashamed.

Ogichi didn’t need to answer, he reasoned, pulling Byakuya against his chest instead. “C’mon, koi. Don’ be like this. I wouldn’ ‘ave come ‘ere if I di’n’ wan’ ya back. I can’ jus’ leave ya here.” He murmured it softly, cradling his lover in his arms.

He hated the thought of those foul Arrancar taking his lover, over and over, some familiar and others not, and then a reiatsu that he was hardly familiar with that he knew this room belonged to.

“Ah, Byakuya… Let me wash them outta you. Let me replace their seed with mine inside you. I wanna claim ya back, Bya-chan… You’re ours. Ours, ours, ours, an’ if anyone else touches ya, I’ll slice off their ‘ands an’ cock.”

Byakuya murmured something akin to a denial of desire, but the idea of being wrapped up inside Ogichi’s arms appealed to him. He looked up at the hollow with softening eyes, and a gentle grunt and an acquiescence in his movements, he let the hollow fall over him and pin him to the bed, steel blue eyes raising up and meeting the golden orbs.

He’d missed him. The first time that Ogichi had touched him, he’d brutalized him, raped him, taken from him what no one else could get back to him, and still, he found himself here in the hollow’s arms, accepting his possession and fury like he accepted Ichigo as his lover. This was Ichigo. Just as Ichigo was in some part the hollow himself.

Byakuya’s hands rose to the pale hair, and he tugged on it, enjoying the way the silken locks sifted through his fingers, and a soft exhale of air carried a low pitched groan of pleasure as his hips aligned with the hollow’s. He spoke his name just as easily as he spoke Ichigo’s.

“Ogichi…” It was a desperate, stoic whisper that carried his desire on it.

He still hurt. His entrance was still sore from the assault, but he couldn’t force away the desire to just feel the hollow deep inside of him, moving, pushing the memory of his own betrayal far from the reaches of his mind.

“Please.” It wasn’t stuttered or murmured. It was a clear request for something only his lover could give him.

Ogichi pushed his lips insistently to Byakuya's, nipping at his lower lip and asking entry rather than forcing it as his Hollow self would had Ichigo not been refraining him to be too rough. He'd let Ogichi take over his body so that he could rescue Byakuya, not to brutalize him.

His fingers, calloused and gentle, held Byakuya close to him, running over the marks and reiatsu leaking from him, pale skin replacing the bites and scratches they'd left all over him.

He broke away, laying kisses and new marks over the nobleman's body, all the way down until he was holding Byakuya's hips, sucking on the flesh presented to him and biting at his lover's pale thighs, leaving droplets of blood to seep into the sheets, and then distracting his lover, pressing his tongue to his entrance and delving within, his hands gripping tight to Byakuya's hips as he prepared him.

He didn't want to have to use whatever the arrancar had, so his saliva would have to do.

Byakuya’s fingers flew to his mouth, and the tips nuzzled past his lips, and he began to bite them softly as Ogichi’s tongue licked deeply inside of his body. His hips were positioned and pressed down by the hollow’s hand, but Byakuya couldn’t help the squirms that manifested themselves here and there with each pass of the hollow’s tongue.

He was infinitely grateful for it. He could feel his body softening yet again, and the blood that rushed to his cock allowed it to take form against his belly in the slender arc that the hollow had seemingly become fond of. He gasped softly, the fingertips muffling the sounds until one hand went to the snow white hair and tugged on it slightly, clinging and pulling before relaxing and repeating the process.

“I-Ichigo…” He didn’t bother to correct himself. It was Ichigo. And it was… him. The bastard hollow that had fallen in love with him. Byakuya’s voice rose sweetly from his mouth at the pleasure, and he looked down, a slight flush covering his cheeks as he panted words to Ogichi.

“Please,” he whispered. “Don’t… don’t stop…” The pleasure caused him to toss his head back on the pillow, his raven locks splaying out against the pale white of the pillow. “O-Ogichi-sama...”

Sama. The term that put him so much higher up that Byakuya, and so arousing to see coming in that silky, low voice, the nobleman’s face flushing darker just as he uttered those words. Slicking two fingers with saliva, he sat back, pushing the digits in deep and toying with the bundle of nerves within his lover.

“Say it again. Tell me how you want it.”

The Hollow leaned over Byakuya, holding down one thigh with a knee, and wrapping the older long leg around his waist, leaning over him and putting their heads together, to better hear the words his lover spoke.

He couldn’t help but feel some guilt for fucking that fox-like man before, deciding that perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad for Byakuya not to find out at all.

“Say it, Bya-chan. So I can hear it.”

Byakuya’s pride wouldn’t allow him to whisper such words, but instead, his warm, abused body clung to Ogichi, fingers tangling in his hair and holding him close. He’d never seen this version of the hollow before. In Soul Society and in the real world, there was always a mask to hide away part of the hollow’s visage from view, and Ichigo’s hair was always the obnoxious orange.

Here, it was snow white and silken, and looking down at Byakuya was a creature that had the skin of fine porcelain. Byakuya’s fingers brushed along the hollow’s face, and his cold eyes relented, and he gazed up at Ogichi with nothing but gentle, tender emotions swirling in the depths of his otherwise icy expression.

“Even if I say it, you won’t be satisfied,” Byakuya whispered. “It’s your nature.”

His leg wrapped tighter around the other’s hips, and suddenly, he was arching up and keening a low, quiet moan as his erection slid across the hollow’s magnificent body. God, he wanted him so badly, but Byakuya still hadn’t fallen to the level of begging.

He was a Kuchiki, after all.

Ogichi’s anger was bubbling beneath the surface, still outraged at the fact Byakuya had been abused by someone that wasn’t him, but the tender emotions in the steel-like eyes that were so often frozen in complete stoicism almost soothed him. He’d never seen Byakuya like this, not even through Ichigo’s eyes, and it amazed him that he could open up so much.

His lips explored the pale, now unmarked flesh exposed to him, pressing gentle kisses and leaving pink marks from his teeth, the color getting darker the longer he explored.

He could sense all the Arrancar who had had their way with Byakuya, and that animalistic instinct was overriding anything Ichigo could make him do. Ogichi was a Hollow, only a few steps up from an animal. Feeding, sleeping, mating. It was the cycle he went in, and that outrage that any mate-for-life would feel at such was pouring out on entire the wrong person.

His touches became rougher, his lips no longer gentle and hard brushing the skin at all as his teeth bit and ripped at the skin of his lover, dribbling blood over the perfect, milk-white complexion. He snarled in anger at the tiny hickeys that he could feel beneath his fingertips, all of them recent. His fingers curled around Byakuya’s erection, and began rubbing, roughly and yet gently enough for his lover not to feel pain.

“You’ll fucking say it, like a good bitch.” He snarled, his other hand coming down roughly on Byakuya’s buttocks, hard enough to make his own hand sting. “Like my good bitch.”

As rough as Ogichi was with Byakuya, the nobleman’s hands didn’t draw blood from the pale, perfect skin, and he didn’t cry out in fear or agony as he was assaulted by his lover. Instead, he held the hollow to him, allowing the teeth to mar his skin and the creature’s tongue to lap up the sweet, crimson blood that dripped from it. Each rough, brutal movement was met by a gentle purr and pass of hands, a gentle encouragement.

Byakuya knew who he belonged to. He could feel it deep inside of him like a sudden calm wave of comfort, rolling over his frayed, battered mind, healing it and taking away his apprehension and fear.

“I’ll never beg,” Byakuya promised. “You know that by now.”

But I am yours. They were words that would never slip from his lips, but from Byakuya’s expression, it was readily apparent that no other had a place in his heart. Not even Kaien. There was only room for Ichigo. For everything that he encompassed, Hollow, Shinigami, human, and high school student. Byakuya loved him.

All of him.

“Ichigo…” The name slipped from his lips, and he reached for Ogichi, his fingers once again curling in the silken pale hair. Looking up into the golden eyes of the man who’d taken his heart, Byakuya gave himself over to him, offering his body like a sacrifice to appease the anger of the inner hollow.

Arching delicately beneath him, Byakuya’s body pressed against Ogichi’s, and he sighed out soft words… Words that the Kuchiki had never uttered for anyone.

Ogichi couldn’t help but feel his gut twist at those three, precious words, the feeling that they retained so mutual it hurt. Deep in that twitching organ human’s called a heart, the door to the cage of sadism that surrounded it was rusting off it’s hinges, the ice that had once been in Byakuya’s heart tossed onto him, and rotting away that cage, and he’d started to feel a warmth he hadn’t felt before, almost human and like fire against his cold skin.

It was at that point that he realized they three were truly one, bound by the odd shackles and ropes and spells of love, and his king’s fire was melting their lover’s ice, and he could feel both of it, caught between in loving both of them, only able to embrace one truly.

He muttered some affirmative or another, repeating the words back at him in a low voice, his cheeks going the softest color of pink, rather like the sakura blossoms that scattered around them, floating in a protective covering from the bland, outside world of Hueco Mundo and its cruel inhabitants and anyone who may dare interrupt them.

His touches remained rough, but his lips gentled, an odd combination of the two but it seemed only fair to keep his distance from the gentle touches that Ichigo offered to him as an escape. They were opposites in the same bodies, thought that different things were the things that they should be masturbating to (making the task ultimately difficult for the most part), preferred different clothes, and liked nothing the other did, even when it came down to the man they both loved.

“It’s gonna hurt.” His tone was a little apologetic, his fingers plunging deep within one more and offering a few scissoring motions before withdrawing once more, smothering his palm in saliva and covering himself with it before he plunged deep into the nobleman, cradling him against his body. "Sorry."

Byakuya’s hands suddenly clenched, and a pain filled gasp escaped his lips. His long body tensed and arched sharply, matching the aura around him that shivered with both sexual tension and dark pain. It felt so good. Byakuya’s tortured gasps soon became groans of appreciation, his thighs falling open to accept each rough thrust. He could feel himself coming clean. His betrayal was being wiped away with every single movement, and he was grateful for it.

His deep, echoing voice seemed to touch the walls in the room, and as he felt himself coming close to his completion, he tried to convince his body to hold on just a bit longer. He wanted to enjoy this. Byakuya’s hands clung to the white hair shamelessly, and now, both legs were wrapped around his lover’s waist as the hollow pounded into him.

Each thrust was aimed. Skilled. Wild. He was a natural at loving, even if he was a hollow. When the thrusts increased in their viciousness, Byakuya felt himself spinning. Their skin together had become unbelievably hot, and the hollow’s cheeks were flushed a pretty shade of pink, lips parted with pleasure.

Byakuya brought Ogichi’s lips to his, and he devoured them as he arched into every harsh thrust, body singing with the pain and pleasure of being claimed so thoroughly. “Nnnngh…” The gritted groan escaped his lips before he could stop it. Byakuya was so close to his completion that another perfectly aimed thrust, and he would…

Then, it happened.

Ogichi’s hips snapped forward into Byakuya, and the nobleman felt the wash of his climax drive into him. His hands grabbed at the white hair and white clothing, trying to find anything to anchor him to the ground. In the end, when Byakuya had tried to hide his emotions, it was fruitless. He could no longer hide that which overflowed in his heart, and it came out the only way that Byakuya knew how to express it.

The cold, stoic captain opened his beautiful mouth….

And screamed.

Up Next: Chapter 33: The Battle to End All Battles

Kira had always been the shy type, choosing to look away or hide behind the golden fall of his hair when he’d been unsure of himself, but now, as Shuuhei looked at him, his heart swelled with something that surprised him greatly.

He loved Kira…

Thanks to the following reviewers!Hanyou-elf (You’re such an Ogichi fangirl. You know it. One night, we’re gonna have to role play in bed. I get to be Ogichi, and you can be Ichigo. *snicker-dies*), Anon (They’re coming! You’re in such a hurry to end a good thing!), Gogo (I predict…today.), Kaya (Thank you so much for your kind words!), Panko (BG was really disappointed that they didn’t elaborate more into their relationship in the anime as they did in the manga, so she took matters into her own hands. They were so great for each other!)