Reasons

Warning: This chapter contains yaoi--sex between two men...If you don't like that, then you don't need to read this chapter.

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Chapter 4

I arose early the next morning, stepping outside to witness the dawn breaking. To my surprise, Ichigo was there waiting for me. "Morning, Byakuya," he said, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me against his firm body.

Returning his embrace, I kissed him gently. "Good morning, Ichigo." We stood there, our bodies pressed together and watched the beauty of the sunrise. I was entranced by the rays playing over my love's face, bathing him in a stunning mixture of purple, lavender, pink, gold, yellow, and red. I could have stood there all day, but I detected the sounds of the other occupants stirring.

We shared another tender kiss before reluctantly releasing each other. We had decided to keep our relationship private, at least until I could speak to Ukitake and Kyouraku. And I also needed to tell Rukia. I hoped that she would be happy for us. I couldn't imagine that she wouldn't be. After all, Ichigo is one of her closest friends; why wouldn't she want him to be happy?

"Ichigo! What are you doing here?" Renji asked as we walked inside.

The orange-haired teen grinned. "Didn't you know? I'm going back with you and Kuchiki Taicho."

My fukutaicho was puzzled. He combed his fingers through his tangled red hair. "Taicho? Why didn't you tell me that he was coming back with us?"

I met his curious gaze, my stoic mask firmly in place. "I didn't see the point in mentioning it. His return to Soul Society is strictly personal." I didn't lie; I just chose not to elucidate on that explanation. Let him think what he will.

Safely back in Seireitei, I quietly informed Renji that I would not be in the office today. I had other matters to attend to; matters that required my immediate personal attention. He accepted my instructions without complaint, without question. Just as I had trained him to do. He knows that I do not allow him or anyone to interfere with my personal life. Not even Rukia would dare to do so.

"Catch me if you can, Byakuya!" With that, Ichigo fled, using his shunpo ability to start a very unusual game of chase. Smiling to myself, I raced after him, catching him and taking him to the Kuchiki estate.

I walked with him to my favorite part of the property; a swiftly flowing stream with an extraordinarily large sakura tree in full bloom. I pulled him down, resting in the shade of the thickly branched tree. The seductive fragrance of the delicate flowers surrounded us, inciting a deep desire, a deep need, to kiss the one who had captured my heart, my soul.

I traced his lips with my fingers, my breath catching as he flicked the tip of his tongue against them. Resting my hands on his cheeks, I kissed him softly, my lips moving against his. I stroked his lips with the tip of my tongue, silently pleading for entrance. Our breath mingled as he parted his lips, his tongue teasing mine; moving into the warm recesses of my mouth, touching, tasting.

I slipped my searching muscle into the warmth of his mouth, mesmerized by the taste, the feel of him. It was pure Ichigo--passionate and innocent. The combination flamed my desire, my need, to be with him in every possible way. My body and soul craved complete consummation--anything less would belittle the depth of emotion that flowed through my heart.

Our kisses became more passionate, our hands no longer content to remain idle. We stroked each other through the clothing: I broke the kiss and turned my attention to the sensitive skin along his jaw; nibbling and placing teasing kisses, pausing to whisper in his ear. "I want to make love to you, Ichigo."

He groaned, his mouth covering mine, his tongue plunging in stroking against mine roughly. "Byakuya...I want you to make love to me," he whispered, his lips brushing against mine as he spoke.

Lifting him into my arms, I flash-stepped back to my quarters; no one would dare bother me; everyone knows that my private rooms are off limits and unless Yamamoto summons me, I was not to be disturbed.

He glanced around, his eyes revealing his confusion. "It's very...empty," he stated. I looked around, seeing the room from his eyes. He's right; it is very empty. I have a large futon, a simple wardrobe for my clothing, and a small table with several scented candles. I lit one of them, the delicate aroma of cherry blossoms permeating the air. There are no personal items, everything is functional and utilitarian.

I didn't want to dwell on my bedroom furnishings. I was mesmerized by the stunning young man cradled in my arms. I released his legs, thoroughly enjoying the feel of his lithe body sliding against mine.

Reaching for the sash, I quickly untied the simple knot, dropping it to the floor. My hands slipped beneath his black haori, pushing the garment off his strong shoulders and down his arms, my hands stroking along the defined muscles. Untying the ribbon that kept his hakama in place, I eased the loose pants down, stooping to remove them from where they pooled at his feet.

I was entranced by him; he stood proud and unashamed. He was truly beautiful. My hands trembled as I stroked gently over his toned chest, tears pricking my eyes as I tenderly traced over each tiny scar inflicted by Senbonzakura. "I'm so sorry," I whispered, softly kissing each and every tiny mark.

Respect and admiration flowed through my soul as I saw for the first time, the deep scars he received from his battles with Renji, Kenpachi, Aizen, and myself. This boy, no... man, was truly amazing. He had been an average teenager before fate stepped in and changed his life. Now, just a few shorts months later, he has been granted the singular honor of being a substitute shinigami. He is unique--and yet he wants to be with me I am truly blessed.

"Byakuya," he breathed. The sound of my name falling from his lips is intoxicating and arousing. "touch me....please."

How could I resist? Why would I want to? My fingers began a slow descent, moving gently down his abdomen to the most private part of him. A part that I would never allow anyone else to touch. They tenderly caressed the velvet hardness, exploring the throbbing heat, the pulsing vein on the underside, the leaking slit at the tip. Catching a drop of the liquid on my fingertip, I raised it to my mouth and licked the wetness. "Delicious," I breathed, smiling at the sudden blooming of color in his face.

His hands, idle until now, locked tightly onto my arms. "Byakuya...please...I want to touch you...all of you."

In lieu of words, I kissed him lovingly, giving him permission to explore at his leisure. I prayed for the strength to control the urge to throw him on the futon and ravish him thoroughly. He easily removed my captain's haori; I held my breath as he untied the sash and slipped the black haori off my shoulders.

"You're beautiful," he whispered. I trembled as his hands, rough and calloused, yet curiously gentle, moved across my shoulders, down my back, and around to my chest. I closed my eyes as he placed his lips against the skin directly over my heart, his tongue daringly tracing a random pattern across my skin.

Lifting my hands, he removed my gloves, capturing my fingers in his mouth, teasing each digit with his tongue. It was so erotic, so enticing. I closed my eyes, luxuriating in the incredible pleasure coursing through me.

Straightening, he moved his hands to the kenseiken, removing it from my hair. He combed through the long strands, wrapping them around his fingers. "You should always wear your hair loose like this. The kenseiken sets you apart; it forces everyone to recognize your nobility. That ornament makes you unapproachable, forbidding."

I was willing to grant him anything he asked for. "If it bothers you that much, I will not wear it when we are together. But...when I am working or fulfilling my duties as head of the Kuchiki clan, I have to wear it. It is expected of me. It is part of my heritage."

"Thank you." He kissed me, his lips parting, moving against mine. His hands moved down, stopping as they encountered my hakama. Untying it, he eased the pants down my hips; of it's own accord, it continued to fall until the material pooled around my feet.

Stepping free of the black cloth, I slipped my arms around his slender waist, pulling him closer to me. We both gasped as our erections brushed against each other. The sensation was incredible. Wanting more, needing to explore every inch of his well-formed body, I once again lifted him into my arms and carried him across the room to my futon. Placing him carefully in the middle, I sat down beside him, my fingers circling his hardened nipples.

His hand caught mine, stilling its movements. "Byakuya..." his face flamed, the color spreading down across the pale flesh of his chest. "I've...I've never done this before. I've never had sex...I'm a virgin."

I smiled, my fingers twining with his. "Ichigo. I'm not a virgin, but I've never had sex with another man, either. And I'm not today." I kissed his lips, stopping the question before he could voice it. "Ichigo. I'm going to make love with you, not have sex. There is a vast difference between the two." I kissed him again, pouring all my emotions into that physical caress. "Kurosaki Ichigo. I love you."

A single tear escaped and slid slowly down his cheek. "Kuchiki Byakuya. I love you." I kissed the tear away. "Please, make love to me."

How could I resist such a request? Loving him was my greatest desire; I wanted to make this, our first time, an experience that neither of us would ever forget or regret. That was paramount--he must never regret surrendering his innocence to me.

Capturing his lips with mine, I leisurely explored the warmth of his mouth, our tongues sliding against and stroking each other, until we broke apart, gasping for breath. Giving no respite, I traced a path down the tender flesh of his neck, my teeth lightly nipping the skin.

His hands clutched me tightly as I continued downwards, my lips and tongue working across the muscles of his chest. His back arched and a low moan filled the room as my searching tongue teased his nipples, laving the erect flesh, before wrapping my lips around the sensitive nub and suckling deeply. The verbal sounds of his pleasure only inflamed my own desire to stimulate him further.

His hands moved from my arms to my shoulders, his fingers gripping tightly as I moved lower, placing teasing kisses along the well-defined muscles of his abdomen. He gasped, his body tensing as I explored the indention of his navel with the tip of my tongue. "Byakuya...please," he begged.

Moving up, I kissed him deeply, embracing him, pressing our bodies together. He broke the kiss as my hardness brushed against his. Thrusting up with his hips, he silently pleaded for more physical contact. I pressed down, the friction was incredible--our reaitsu flared, swirling together, creating an entire new, powerful spirit energy. Just as our hearts and bodies were merging, so were our spirits.

"Byakuya, please...I can't wait anymore...please...make me yours."

How could I say no? I nodded slightly, briefly capturing his lips with mine; my tongue plunging inside the warm depths of his mouth, before I stood and walked to the small table.

Removing the lotion I kept in the drawer, I dropped back onto the futon, closing my eyes as the pleasure of holding my unclothed lover flooded through me. I wished that this moment would never end...that he and I could stay like this forever.

Opening my eyes, I stared deeply into his dark, passion-filled orbs. "Ichigo, if this isn't what you want, now is the time to let me know. My feelings for you will not change if you are not ready for this."

The glow in his eyes, the shifting of his hands down my back to my buttocks, answered me more eloquently than mere words. Pouring some of the fragrant lotion in the palm of my hand, I coated my fingers before teasing his entrance.

"Relax," I whispered in his ear, easing one finger into the untouched passage. Carefully, I moved the digit back and forth, before daring to add a second. His fingers clutched a little tighter into the flesh of my hips. Carefully, slowly, I began scissoring my fingers, stretching him to diminish the pain of penetration. He winced as I inserted a third finger, stretching him even further. "Do you want me to stop?"

He shook his head. "No.. I want you inside of me. Please...love me."

Removing my fingers, I liberally coated myself with the lotion. I slipped my arms underneath his legs, his ankles lying across each of my shoulders, opening himself up to me. He was so beautiful; I vowed to make this more wonderful than he had imagined it could ever be. Placing my hardness at his entrance, I pressed forward easing myself in his virginal passage. He was so tight. The pressure on my aroused sensitive flesh was almost more than I could bear. I moved forward slowly until I was fully seated inside. I did not move; I wanted to give him time to adjust to the feel of me.

"Are you okay?" I whispered, lightly stroking his face and placing soft, butterfly kisses across his cheeks, his eyes, his neck, his lips.

A bright smile flashed across his face. "More than okay, koi." He stroked his fingers down my back. "Can you please move?" A light blush tinted his face, the color enhancing his features and making him even more enticing.

I started a gentle motion, moving back and forth, speeding up as he started lifting his hips, meeting my thrusts halfway. "More, Byakuya...faster," he panted. I obliged, sliding my hands under his hips, tilting them up slightly, the angle allowing me deeper penetration. I increased my speed and the force of my movements. Suddenly, he jerked and screamed. "OHHH!! Byakuya!!!!" He jerked his hips spasmodically.

Having been around Ukitake and Kyouraku for many years, I knew what had happened. I had hit his prostate, which causes extreme pleasure for the recipient. Now, knowing where that spot was, I concentrated on aiming for it, wanting to make this as pleasurable and memorable for my lover as possible.

Again and again I brushed against that spot, causing him to cry out and beg for more. His fingers gripped my hips tightly. "Byakuya! I'm going to cum!!"

"Wait," I commanded softly, knowing that my release was imminent. The coiling pressure was building, growing more and more intense. Plunging in deeply, I felt my control shatter. "Ichigo! Now...cum with me!" I shouted, not caring who heard me. All that mattered was the man beneath me; the man who had captured my heart. Kurosaki Ichigo.

Once the aftershocks had ended, I pulled out of my lover and held him tightly. No words were spoken, no words were necessary. Gentle caresses were exchanged and soft kisses shared as we basked in the afterglow of our lovemaking.

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Whew! That was so difficult to write. I didn't want this to be just sex--this was their first time and I wanted it to be intimate and special. I hope I succeeded.....

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