Crush: Uke Ichigo Collection

Pairing: Tousen x Ichigo

Summary: Ichigo loses his sight and Isshin asks an old family friend to help teach him to live again. Requested by Belletiger BT. This was inspired by ConstantSnow’s story ‘Art is Blind.’ It’s a TousenxIchigo story (already completed, that girl writes hella fast) that is a really good read. It’s on fanfiction DOT net for those who want to read it.

I did do a little bit of research for this so I at least knew a little bit of what I was talking about, but if anybody has any corrections feel free to make them.

Review Replies- Yakumo: Renji is the type to get all pissy when he gets worried or nervous…not that Ichigo is complaining.
Blue-eyed fox: I’m glad the yaoi fan girls enjoy it :P
Anon: I know! I’m such a bad person! Awful! But I promise I will write a longer RenjixIchigo soon that will hopefully appease the mob coming to get me. I will be writing more Kensei and Kariya Jin and Gin Ichimaru- never fear!
Lynzee: Aw…I would say I’m glad, but can anybody be glad when they made someone almost tear up? Anyways, I’m glad that I inspired emotion within you, does that work?
Nusku: Agh! Again! You must be taking too much iron with all those nose bleeds.
ShadowofLight: Alphonse is so cute! My favorite bit is when him and the kittens XD Scar and his love for cute things gets me going every time. *is a not-so-secret lover of Scar*

Many thanks to my beta KitsuneKiri!

Four Senses to See

Hearing, smell, taste, touch.

Sight.

Ichigo remembered what it was like to see. He still had images in his head of his family and his house. Little things like the way Karin scowled like him and Yuzu’s bright smile. Things he wanted to remember for ever.

But that was all the images were now. A memory. He would never see their faces again. Because he was blind.

It was a freak accident. That’s what everyone kept calling it. Ichigo was walking home when a truck carrying toxic chemicals crashed in front of him, rolling over two times and spraying the fluid into his eyes. He couldn’t remember anything after that. When he woke up he was in the hospital and goat face was gripping his hand so tightly it had gone numb. He was on pain medication, but the deep ache from where his optic nerve connected to his brain couldn’t be soothed.

He woke up screaming. He was confused, and in pain, and he couldn’t see anything. He felt for his eyes and felt bandages on them. Isshin pleaded with Ichigo to calm down but he couldn’t. He yanked the bandages off and was horrified to learn he still couldn’t see.

His fingers brushed against bumpy skin and he jerked. There was a slight numbness around his eyes despite the deep pain.

“D-dad?” Ichigo asked pitifully and was enveloped in a strong set of arms.

“It’s okay son.” Isshin rocked him gently like his mother used to, shushing him quietly and telling him everything was going to be okay, that there were no monsters under the bed or in the closet. Except this time the monsters were real.

…

“Do you remember your uncle Aizen?” Isshin asked a week after Ichigo started recovering, still in the hospital to make sure the toxins were flushed from his body. Ichigo nodded. He did remember, the man was a bit creepy but he never did anything like touch him though Ichigo suspected it was only his father that stopped him from doing so.

“He had an acquaintance named Tousen Kaname that was born blind…I’ve asked him to come meet you.”

“Why?” Ichigo asked in a hollow voice. Needless to say, he didn’t see it coming. A strong punch landed on his chin and he almost fell off the bed from the force behind it.

“Somebody needs to teach you how to live with this.” Isshin said nonchalantly, as though he hadn’t just punched his blind son in the jaw to prove a point. But as Ichigo rubbed his bruised jaw and grumbled under his breath, he understood. He didn’t like it, but he didn’t have to.

…

Ichigo had finally been discharge from the hospital along with an armful of helpful brochures that he couldn’t even read. It was hell trying to get around. He had a walking stick that helped him generally place where certain things would be, but he still slammed his shins into the same damn table more than once and walked straight into a wall when he miscalculated where the doorway was.

He had just had one of those embarrassing moments and was slumped on the ground, rubbing his head when he heard goat face yelling excitedly about something. Oh yeah, that man was supposed to be coming today.

Ichigo frowned as he stood up, cocking his head to the side as he heard them come in. Kneeling, he felt along the floor for his fallen cane and picked it up. He proceeded to the next room, much slower this time so he wouldn’t run into anything. “Goat face?” He questioned.

“Ichigo, my wonderful son!” Right on cue, Isshin leapt for Ichigo. The orange haired teen let out a grunt as he was thrown into the wall and the air was knocked out of him. “Oho! Still too slow for your old man!”

“You fucking crazy asshole!” Ichigo punched into the stomach that he knew was right in front of him and was rewarded with a satisfying grunt of pain. Somewhere else in the room he heard Yuzu and Karin sigh while an unknown man chuckled. Ichigo turned toward the noise, trying to figure out where it came from.

“Ichigo, I want you to mean Tousen Kaname and his friend Gin Ichamaru.” After a moments hesitation, Ichigo held his hand out. There was a second’s pause and then a very cold hand slipped into his and kind of tugged him forward.

“You can call me Gin.” The man said flirtatiously and held his hand in both of his. “May I call you Ichigo?”

“Er…”

“Leave the boy alone.” Ichigo turned his head to the voice that was smooth and silky.

“Aw, but he’s so cute!” Ichigo felt his face heat up immediately at his words. “Now he’s blushing!”

“Gin.”

“Fine, fine.”

Ichigo jerked slightly when much warmed hands brushed along the back of his hand and tugged it away from Gin’s. “I am Tousen, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

“Uh, nice to meet you too.”

“I’m so pleased you are getting along so well!” Isshin shouted gleefully. It was all Ichigo could do to just brace himself for the impact as he was knocked off his feet into a tight hug.

“Isshin is suffocating his son now.” Gin narrated for Tousen. “It looks like Ichigo wants to kill him.”

“Hm. Perhaps I could speak with your son alone?” Tousen asked.

“Oh, yeah, you can go in the next room if you want…”

“I was thinking more along the lines of going out for coffee.”

Ichigo froze. Going…out? His friends had come to visit him since he had come home, but he hadn’t ventured out for fear of losing his way and unable to find his way back…getting hit by traffic…not being able to see if he was going to walk into something…He had enough troubled navigating around his own house, how was he supposed to survive the rest of the world?

As though sensing his thought the warm hand that had taken his settled comfortably on his back. “Do not fear, neither Gin nor I will allow trouble to befall you.”

“But…”

“Go on brother, it will be good for you.” Yuzu said with a grunted agreement from Karin.

And that was how Ichigo found himself at the small café a few blocks from his house with Tousen and Gin. Gin was just as flirty as their original meeting suggested and seemed to enjoy complimenting Ichigo and making him blush. He only backed down when Tousen stepped in on his behalf, but even then brushed his leg against Ichigo’s frequently. Or rather, he assumed it was Gin’s leg since he couldn’t see.

Tousen was quiet and polite, but was rather firm when asking for things and seemed like the type of man who wouldn’t let anybody push him around. Ichigo found his presence slightly soothing and liked the way he anticipated what made him uncomfortable or fearful.

“You are 18, correct Kurosaki-kun?”

“Yes, but please just call me Ichigo.” Ichigo muttered, shifting at his formal speech.

“Of course.” The man’s voice held a bit of amusement that made Ichigo turn red again.

“He’s blushing again.” Gin commented which just made Ichigo blushed harder.

“I wanted to speak with you away from your family so you wouldn’t feel pressured to make any decisions.”

“What decisions?” Ichigo asked with a frown.

“You have finished school recently?”

“Yes, but what does that have to do-”

“And you had planned to go to college?”

“Yes, but-”

“I have an offer for you, Ichigo, but it requires you to give up a lot.” Tousen said, his voice still as calm as collective as ever. “You would come and stay with me, and I could teach you how to live again. But it will be very strict and I require a high degree of learning that not many people can handle.” Ichigo remained silent, turning the other man’s words over in his mind. “You do not have to answer now. Think it over and get the opinion of your family if you wish.”

“What’s in it for you?” Ichigo asked bluntly, making Gin snicker.

“It is…not often that one can impart knowledge to those who could truly use it.” Tousen said after a moment of consideration. “And I could use some company other than that of Gin’s and Aizen’s.”

“Do they live with you?” Ichigo asked with a hint of worry. He was pretty sure he could handle Gin, but Aizen was…weird to the extreme.

“No. I have a few maids and a butler who live in a separate house from the manor but otherwise I live alone.” Ichigo mentally gave a sigh of relief.

“Don’t forget about Suzumushi.” Gin added.

Tousen exhaled slightly. “Of course.”

“Who is Suzumushi?” Ichigo asked curiously.

“My seeing eye dog. I find my way around well enough without her, but she is a good companion.”

“Ah.” Ichigo sipped his tea and bit his tongue to keep from asking what she looked like.

“But again, please don’t decide now. You may regret it and it is a big decision to make.”

“Alright.”

As they stood to leave, Ichigo felt a hint of panic at not knowing where anything was. A cold hand encircled his elbow but it was promptly nudged away by Gin’s. “Hey now, the blind shouldn’t be leading the blind.” Gin said with a snicker. Tousen ignored him and guided Ichigo through the small café and to the door where the sounds of the street assaulted them.

“You were born blind, right?”

“Yes.”

“Is that why you are so good at maneuvering around?”

“Perhaps, but it is something you can learn.”

“I hope so.” Ichigo muttered to himself.

In the end, Ichigo decided to accept Tousen’s offer with a lot of crying on Yuzu and Isshin’s part and a heavy sigh from Karin. He was certain that she was also wearing a fond scowl that both of them used so much.

Ichigo knew that Tousen must be rich for having maids and a butler, he just wished he could have seen his house. When the door opened and Tousen led him through it Ichigo could tell it must have been big because he didn’t sense the door frame anywhere near him. “You will be staying in a guest room down stairs.” Tousen said, taking his elbow and leading him through the house. “The ones upstairs are nicer, but I believe you will be more comfortable on the ground level.”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Shall I give you the tour, or would you rather I keep it simple?”

Ichigo thought for a second about possibly getting lost in one of the rooms and chose the first option. “The tour, please.”

“Of course.”

Tousen allowed Ichigo to grab his arm this time, right above the elbow.

“While my home is larger than most, it isn’t really that big.” Tousen commented and began to lead Ichigo through the house, warning him as they walked through doorways or if there was furniture in the way.

“This seems like a pretty big house to me.” Ichigo said uncertainly, trying not to lean into Tousen. He hadn’t really noticed before, but after having spent so much time with the other man Ichigo could tell he was taller and a lot stronger than himself.

To his surprise, Tousen let out a low chuckle at his words.

“Once you get used to it, it won’t seem so bad. Here is where you will be staying.” Tousen led him into the room as he spoke.

“I have had any unnecessary furniture removed so you can move around easily enough without always having to feel for your surroundings.” Tousen grabbed Ichigo’s hand, sending a shiver through the teen who tried not to think about why it felt good.

“This is the bed.” Tousen dragged Ichigo’s hand down the width of it. It took three steps. Probably a queen sized bed, or a full.

“Over here is the closet.” Six steps to the closet.

“A desk, for learning Braille.” Three steps from the closet to the desk.

“And a chair by the window if you wish to relax.” Another three steps from the desk to the chair.

“You have your own private bathroom, so there is no need for you to go wandering down the hall at night.” It was five steps from the chair to the bathroom door.

“It is a claw-foot tub, but you have the option of a shower.” Tousen dragged Ichigo’s hand across the knob and he jerked slightly at the sudden coldness contrasting with Tousen’s warm hand.

“Pull it out to turn it on, turn left for hot, right for cold.” Tousen murmured, pressing against him so they could both lean across the tub.

“Pull this tab up if you want to shower instead of bathe.” Tousen dragged his fingers across the spout that had a metal tab sticking up from it.

“The rest of the bathroom is simply. The maid will come in for clean towels so you do not have to worry about that, or your own laundry for now.” Tousen still held him close and he showed him the sink, the toilet and the towel rack.

“It must be nice, having maids.”

“I find it useful, especially for this big house where it would be inconvenient for someone with my disability to clean something they can’t see.”

“I, um, haven’t asked and I hope you don’t mind, but I was curious what you do for a living.”

“I used to be a vice-president in Aizen Sousuke’s company, but I have since retired.”

“Retired? How old are you?”

“I’m 28.”

“And you’re retired!?” Ichigo asked a bit incredulously. Tousen laughed again and Ichigo found himself loving the sound, treasuring it and identifying it with the man he couldn’t see.

“I made a lot of money, enough to satisfy myself. I still work with the company, I just do it from home. I had money to begin with as an inheritance from my parents.”

“Oh.” Ichigo said quietly, feeling a little bad for prying.

“I do not mind that you ask questions, as long as I can ask some as well.”

“Yeah, I’m fine with that.”

“Good. We are going to be spending a lot of time together and I think it will be better if we get to know each other.” Ichigo smiled lightly and then remembered the other couldn’t see. But that didn’t stop him from doing it.

Tousen kept to his word and worked him hard. Whether it was learning Braille, walking around the manor without a walking stick to guide him or teaching him to bike again. The dog Suzumushi was a welcome distraction. Her back came up a little above Ichigo’s knees and she had silky short hair. While she was loveable and enjoyed cuddling and sitting close to him or Tousen, she was restrained and didn’t jump all over either of them.

Living in Tousen’s house had a lot of advantages, despite him missing his family. The kitchen was carefully labeled in all Braille, although Ichigo knew Tousen himself could probably find his way around without it. The maids and butler, although Ichigo didn’t see much of them, were friendly and didn’t act uncomfortable or awkward knowing he was blind.

Ichigo found himself being drawn to Tousen. There was always a smell of sandalwood that lingered around him that Ichigo unconsciously leaned into, inhaling it. Tousen didn’t seem to mind. He understood Ichigo’s silent need to orient himself using Tousen as a pillar, or land mark. He was a constant in Ichigo’s life right now and he was doing all he could to help the young man.

But it was still tough. Sometimes Ichigo would go to sleep with all sort of sore spots because Tousen had him navigate the house without the aid of a cane or Suzumushi. He was getting better at sensing his surroundings, but when he got too cocky he ended up running into something. Tousen was surprisingly tender though, and despite insisting that he keep at it always made sure that he wasn’t injured. It was those moments that Ichigo came to crave the most, when Tousen checked his body for injuries using his hands to ‘see’ if he was okay. His large, strong hands running over Ichigo made him shiver in pleasure.

He knew he was fast developing a crush on the older man, but he was certain it was just because he was projecting his feelings of helplessness onto him. Ichigo didn’t love easily, but with Tousen it felt natural to be cared for by him and protected. But there time together was coming to an end and Ichigo was being enrolled in a local university. It seemed the only upside of his disability was the mass amount of scholarships available to him, which will be helpful in paying for the expensive Braille textbooks. He wanted to be a teacher so he was double majoring in education and psychology. It would be hard, but Ichigo knew he could handle it.

It was still a few weeks before he was leaving, but Ichigo was feeling anxious. He was comfortable in Tousen’s house despite their numerous trips into town to get Ichigo familiar with moving around in unfamiliar territory. He was worried that when he left he would panic and be unable to deal with it.

He thought he could deal with it but…he was lost in though and ended up running into a doorway, something he hadn’t done for awhile. He decided to just lie on the ground, cover his face with his hands and try not to give into the emotion gripping at his chest.

“Ichigo?” Tousen’s warm, familiar hands gripped his wrist and nudged him into a sitting position.

“You’ve been distracted for days, what’s wrong?”

“I’m just…”

“What?” Tousen sat behind Ichigo and encouraged him to lean back against his chest while stroking his soft hair.

“I don’t want to leave.” Even to his own ears, Ichigo sounded pitiful.

Tousen sighed heavily and wrapped his strong arms around Ichigo’s smaller form in a tight hug.

“It does get easier, Ichigo.” Tousen said soothingly.

“I promise.”

Ichigo jerked away and stumbled to his feet, ignoring Tousen’s concerned cries while making his way haltingly to his room.

“Ichigo!” Tousen called after him, grabbing his arm just before he got to his room. “Ichigo please, you can get through this.”

“You don’t know!” Ichigo screamed at Tousen, angry tears already streaming down his face.

“You’ve never seen! You don’t know what I’ve lost!” He sank to his knees, covering his unseeing eyes with his hands and trying to rub away the tears.

“Oh, Ichigo…” Tousen hugged him again, and pressed a kiss against his forehead.

“If I could keep you safe and healthy in here I would never let you go.” Those lips moved down and a light kiss fell onto his cheek.

“I’d lock you in my tower and throw away the key.” Ichigo’s breath hitched slightly as the other’s mouth found his and kissed him lightly before pulling away slightly.

“Tousen…”

“Ichigo.” Tousen kissed him again, his fingers gliding over Ichigo’s face and the ridges of his eyebrow before sliding down his jaw line.

“Beautiful.” He whispered.

Ichigo swallowed around the lump in his throat to gain his voice back. “You can’t see me.”

“That wasn’t what I was talking about.”

“Oh.” The other man tilted his jaw up and kissed him deeper, dipping his tongue into Ichigo’s responsive mouth.

"Let me feel you Ichigo..." Ichigo whimpered and clenched his sightless eyes shut as Tousen dragged his fingers down the orange haired man's waist and settled on his hips.

"I promise you will see like you have never seen before."

“This isn’t a good idea.” Ichigo muttered even as he arched into the touch.

“I know.” Tousen sighed and kissed his neck, but still didn’t move away.

“I can’t help my feelings for you.”

“We… I can’t do this, not now.” Ichigo stood and pushed Tousen away gently before moving to his room and shutting his door. He leaned against it, wiping his tears while he listened to the soft sound of Tousen walking to his door before the other man sighed and moved away.

The rest of the week was uncomfortable and Ichigo dodged all of Tousen’s attempts to talk about what happened. When it came time for him to leave they were both somber. Gin was waiting on the other side of the door, but it didn’t stop him from throwing his arms around the man and burying his head against his chest.

“Tousen…” He murmured.

“I want to stay with you.”

Tousen sighed and ran his fingers through Ichigo’s hair. “You need to live. I don’t want you to confuse your feelings with me on dependency.”

“But…”

“Sh…” Tousen quieted him with a sweet, but quick kiss.

“I will come see you soon.”

“Okay.” He grabbed his bag and opened the door before pausing to turn slightly.

“Thank you.”

The door closed.

At Tousen’s feet, Suzumushi whined.

“I know, I will miss him too.” Tousen said and stroked her behind the ears.

“I’ll miss him too…”

When Ichigo got home he was a little depressed, but a gift from his father brightened his mood considerably.

“Ichiiigooo!” Isshin cried.

“I have something for you!”

“Yeah?” His ears strained and he picked up the faintest of padding noises along the floor.

“His name is Zangetsu!” A wet muzzle nosed under his hand and rested on his lap.

“He’s been certified by the Guide Dog Association. I thought he would be useful to help you get to college and back without me driving you all the time or worrying about you getting lost.”

Ichigo stroked Zangetsu’s head, taking note of the slightly coarser, but still pleasant hair underneath his hand.

“Thank you dad.”

“You’re welcome, my son!” Isshin leaped for Ichigo but he simply moved to the side, grinning when he heard the thump and groan of Isshin hitting the floor.

“Well Zangetsu, I hope you can put up with goat-face.” A soft whine and a nudge against the palm of his hand told him he had nothing to worry about.

True to his word, two weeks after Ichigo went back home Tousen came to visit. Ichigo had just come back from a day of classes at the college and instantly recognized the scent of sandalwood. “Tousen?”

“Ichigo.”

“He’s here to see you, Ichigo!” The insane man went to go tackle his son but there was a warning growl and then a yelp as Zangetsu knocked Isshin down. Ichigo grinned and patted the side of his leg, making the dog trot over and sit at his feet.

“It’s nice to see you again.”

“I agree with your sentiments. Is this your guide dog?”

“Yeah, his name is Zangetsu.”

“Hm. I was hoping you could accompany me to dinner tonight, but I know you had school today so I understand if you don’t want to.”

“No, no I would be happy too. Besides, it’s the weekend now.”

“Good.”

Ichigo had opted to leave Zangetsu at home, and instead allowed himself to be led by Tousen. Tousen used a driver for the evening so Gin didn’t join them, for which Ichigo was very grateful for. At dinner they talked about his classes, what it was like to be back home and how the other students acted around him so far. There were no uncomfortable silences, for which Ichigo was very grateful. He tensed slightly when he felt Tousen stretch out his legs and bump against his but relaxed when he didn’t do anything more.

“Ichigo.” Tousen said his name softly, sending a chill down his spine. A warm hand covered his and seemed to give an electric shock through his body.

“I…I’ve been thinking about you a lot.”

Ichigo’s face heated up and he could feel his palms begin to sweat. “I’ve been thinking about you too.”

“We…”

“Would you like the rest of your meal to go?” The waiter asked, unknowingly interrupting their conversation.

“Oh, uh, yeah.” Ichigo said and there was the clink of the plates before the footsteps faded again.

“Perhaps we should continue this conversation at my house.” Tousen said, his hand squeezing Ichigo’s lightly before pulling back.

“Okay…” Ichigo felt a little nervous going to Tousen’s house even though he had been there before.

While Tousen called the driver to come by and pick them up, Ichigo fiddled with the edge of the tablecloth and attempted to compose himself.

“Shall we?” Ichigo heard the older man stand and reached out to take the hand that he knew was being offered to him. He liked the strength that he felt in Tousen’s grip and the way he confidently guided him through the restaurant.

The other man never let go of his arm even when they got into the car. Instead he grabbed Ichigo’s hand, entwining their fingers and holding him close. When they pulled up to the house and got out the car immediately drove off, leaving them with only the crunch of gravel.

“Come.” Tousen said and tugged him through the door.

Their hands were still entwined.

“Where are we going?” Ichigo asked when he nearly tripped, not expected to be taken to the stairs.

“To my bedroom.”

“What?” Ichigo stopped, forcing Tousen to stop as well.

“But…”

He let out a, manly, shriek when he was abruptly lifted off his feet without warning.

“Don’t struggle.” Tousen warned,

“I don’t want to accidentally drop you.”

Ichigo stilled, realizing now that he was pressed against Tousen’s chest and how broad and strong it was.

“Tousen, what are you doing?”

“Taking you to my room so we can talk?”

“We don’t have to be in your room to talk.” Tousen said nothing and nudged the door to his room open before setting Ichigo down inside.

“Tousen…”

“Let me direct you.” Tousen took Ichigo’s arm and guided him forward. Ichigo felt a little confused about where he was going until he was turned around and pushed. For a second there was an instinctive fear of falling, but then his back hit the soft bed and he let out a little grunt.

“I thought we were going to talk.” Ichigo said in confusion and nervousness.

“I like you.” The older man said plainly and took Ichigo’s hand, pressing a kiss against the knuckles.
“I know you like me.” Hands trailed up his body and cupped his face.

“I want you, and I’ve been so patient.” Tousen kissed him using just lips first and then coaxed his mouth open with light nips. Ichigo moaned under the pleasurable touch and felt his lower region react in response. Despite having more control in his life right now, he was still drawn to the man, maybe he had even fallen for him. He wanted to latch onto Tousen and never let go.

“Tousen…” Ichigo whimpered as the man slipped his hands under his shirt and stroked the bare skin.

“Ah!”

“You make the most beautiful noises.” He murmured. Ichigo felt him shift and then cried out as a mouth sealed over his belly button and dipped his tongue in.

“We shouldn’t…” Ichigo tried to protest despite his body trembling and arching into the touch.

“You always smell so good. Like lavender.” Tousen said as he slowly pushed Ichigo’s shirt up, moving his mouth up as well to tease one of Ichigo’s nipples between his teeth. Ichigo cried out, arching his back and digging his nails into the bedding.

“I wonder if you taste good too.”

Ichigo gasped as his pants were unbuckled and jerked away.

“We really shouldn’t,” He said even though he was already hard and aching for release.

“Let me take care of you.”

“But…oh!” Ichigo couldn’t protest any longer when Tousen finally undid his jeans; yanking them down and hissing in displeasure when he realized Ichigo’s shoes were still on. The younger man tried not to smile and toed his shoes off, gasping when a soft kiss was pressed to his, now bare, calf in response. Tousen began to kiss his way up Ichigo’s leg but it was only when he felt the roughness of Tousen’s clothes against his skin that Ichigo stopped him.

“I want to see you.” Ichigo murmured, drawing him close and kissing him. He entwined his fingers in Tousen’s dreadlocked hair and then slid his hands down to undo his shirt. While he touched his chest gently, he couldn’t help but notice the smoothness of his skin and the hard angles of his muscle and bones. His fingers accidentally ghosted over a nipple and Tousen inhaled sharply.

“Sorry!” Ichigo tried to pull his hand back but the other man grabbed him by the wrist and held him there.

“Don’t stop.” Tousen ordered, but the firmness was lost in an almost breathy whisper. So Ichigo ran his finger over it again and was pleased when Tousen hissed.

“Ichigo…” And then his sense of up and down was shifted as he was pushed onto his back once more. The younger man was confused for a second and then cried out when something warm and wet enveloped his erection.

“Ah!”

His legs were lifted and Tousen’s blunt nails dug into the back of his thighs as he moved his head up and down.

“Fuck!” Ichigo cursed and tried to push himself further into Tousen’s mouth, but the other man held him still effortlessly and continued his torturously slow pace. Just when Ichigo thought he was going to come Tousen stopped altogether. He ignored Ichigo’s whine of complaint and the rough slide of a drawer being open was heard. Ichigo raised himself up onto his elbows and tilted his head to the side in confusion as he heard him moving stuff around and finally closing the drawer again.

“Tousen, what are you doing?”

“I’m getting the lubricant.”

“Lube?”

“Hm, so I don’t hurt you as much…”

“Oh…” Ichigo felt his face heat up and was for once thankful that Tousen couldn’t see it. Then his long, dexterous fingers stroked the side of Ichigo’s face, sliding over his burning cheeks and down his lips.

“Your face is hot, are you embarrassed?” A soft kiss cut off whatever reply he may have had.

“Don’t be embarrassed.”

“Ah!” Ichigo jerked as something slightly cold and slimy rubbed in between his legs at a spot he had never considered to be erotic.

“Cold?”

“M…hmm…” Ichigo clutched at Tousen’s shoulders and shivered when his neck was kissed softly.

“Don’t worry, it will warm up soon.” The fingers that had moved to his entrance rubbed the puckered hole and then one slipped inside. Ichigo tensed at the unfamiliar sensation, but decided that it didn’t hurt per say and so he didn’t complain. It moved in and out of him slowly, twisting around and forcing his muscles to loosen slightly before another was introduced.

“Ngh…” Ichigo shifted and bit his lip at the slightly painful feeling.

“Ichigo?” Tousen questioned and rested his other hand on Ichigo’s stomach, caressing the tense muscles.

“Relax.”

“Fuck…” Ichigo hissed and squirmed as the fingers inside him spread apart and rotated around. They rubbed a little more forcefully in one spot and the younger man cried out, his legs spasming at the unexpected pleasure. “Wh…what?”

“Surely you have taken an anatomy class?” Tousen asked with a hint of teasing apparent in his voice. He pressed down again on what Ichigo assumed was his prostate after trying to clear his mind enough to think. Then a third finger pressed in and it was unexpectedly painful.

“Unn…” Ichigo moaned and trembled at the sensations, trying to concentrate on the pleasurable feelings rather than the uncomfortable ones. But when he bent his fingers again and rubbed against his prostate it wasn’t hard to do, however. Then they were pulled away and Ichigo tried not to whine in desire for them to stay.

“Beautiful Ichigo.” Tousen whispered and caressed Ichigo’s hips before gripping his legs and spreading them further apart to accommodate his body.

“Tousen…” Ichigo wrapped his arms around the other man and pulled him down into a kiss. Tousen responded eagerly and took advantage of the distraction to line his erection up with Ichigo’s entrance and slowly began to press in.

The younger man stiffened as his tight ring of muscle was breached and pulled away from the kiss to gasp for breath. Tousen continued to lay open mouthed kisses along his neck and rubbed his sides to help ease the pain.

“Ah!” Ichigo cried out in pain as he slid in further, stretching him past his limits. Tousen continued to whisper soothing words into his ear and didn’t stop until he was fully seated inside his lithe lover.

“Are you okay?” Tousen questioned as he fought his own instincts to thrust in and out of Ichigo forcefully.

“Y…yeah…” His breathing grew a little more frantic when Tousen tightened his grip on his slim hips and ground against Ichigo.

“Ah!”

“I’m moving now.”

“Nn…ah!” Ichigo clenched his teeth and threw back his head as the stiff length inside of him began to slowly pump in and out of him.

“Ungh…it hurts…”

“Don’t tense your muscles.” He ground out and squeezed his sides, forcing Ichigo to arch his back. Ichigo panted for a few moments as his body adjusted to the erection that was penetrating him.

“Fuck!” He yelled loudly and jerked his hips when Tousen nudged against his prostate.

“Ah, do it again!”

“It feels good?” Tousen questioned, sounding pleasured and a little relieved.

“Yes…” Ichigo hissed and tightened his legs to grind himself against Tousen.

“More!”

“As you wish.” Tousen picked up the pace, slamming into Ichigo hard and fast while it was all Ichigo could do to cling to the strong man.

“So good.” Ichigo mumbled and inhaled sharply when his erection was unexpectedly touched.

“Uh!”

Tousen cursed under his breath when Ichigo tightened even more around him and he began to thrust even harder.

“Fuck!” Ichigo shoved Tousen’s hand away and began to jerk himself off after growing hot and bothered with his teasing. Tousen smiled against the crook of Ichigo’s neck and nibbled and the skin there.

“Tousen, please!” Ichigo begged, jerking himself off harder as he neared his peak.

“I’m so close!”

The older man pushed Ichigo’s legs further up and scarped his teeth along his neck before moving to whisper in his ear.

“Come for me, Ichigo.”

“AH!” Ichigo spilled his release all over his stomach. Ichigo’s rectum spasming and constricting forcing Tousen to come as well while whispering Ichigo’s name.

“I love you.” Tousen whispered so quietly that Ichigo couldn’t hear him in his dazed state. Ichigo was half unconscious but that didn’t stop the older man from running his hands over Ichigo’s slim body and tenderly cleaning him before dragging Ichigo close.

“Tousen…” Ichigo whispered and curled into the other man. Tousen sighed and stroked his orange hair.

“Love you…” Even though the sentiment was said while Ichigo was half-sleep it made Tousen smile.

“We don’t need eyes to see.” He murmured to the sleeping boy and then closed his eyes, drifting to sleep himself.

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Whew! *Wipes brow* That was one of my longer one shots, I hope everyone enjoyed it! There isn’t enough TousenxIchigo… I plan on writing another one with this pairing though =D

Also, who would like the pairing posted as the chapter title instead of the title?

NOTICE: I am no longer taking requests at this time. I have so many right now that I’m going to try and get caught up before taking requests again.