[Dicontinued] Fire and Ice

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Title: Fire and Ice

Author: BrucesGirl and R. Brightside

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Pairings: Kurosaki Ichigo/Kuchiki Byakuya (Hints of Other Pairings)

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, Anal, UST, Angst, Hot Man Sex, Thar Be Lemons Ahead!

Disclaimer: We don’t own Bleach or Ichigo or Byakuya because we are not Kubo Tite. If we had a change to, however, we would steal Kubo-san and hide him in our basement.

Note: As on the previous chapter, please forgive OOC moments. Again, this is a pairing that’s notoriously hard to write and harder still to write lemons for. Enjoy!

Chapter 5:The Dynamics of Power and Submission


Byakuya flash stepped away from Ichigo, but instead of dragging him back to the mansion where they could mimic rabbits, he found a far more useful way to pass the time. He let his Riatsu fly, probably scaring any lower ranked Shinigami within a mile and waking up all the higher ranks, probably making them scatter to their feet, and he led Ichigo on a wild chase through Seireitei, inviting the boy to follow behind him in competition.

He ended up on the cliff above Seireitei, and he landed in crater, not even breathing hard. He drew Senbonzakura and gazed up to the edge of the hole in the ground, and he took a graceful fighting stance. If he was going to allow this, they had some unfinished business to attend to. Ichigo growled, following after Byakuya with predatory intent. As they stopped in the crater, the teen put his hands on his hips with a lusty smirk on his face.

"You want to finish this off, huh?" The substitute Shinigami raised a brow, and lifted Zangetsu off his back, the wrapping falling away as he stuck the point in the ground. "Fine, Taicho." He had abandoned Karate long ago, but his father's around-the-house training had kept him in fighting condition. "I won't go easy on you."

Their Riatsu rose all of Seireitei, but no one came to the cliff to watch. They knew what the battle was about, so friends sat and drank sake together under the moon as they basked in the warmth of the energy that enveloped the entire city. Byakuya rushed at Ichigo, choosing this time to go hand to hand combat in favor of being close to his Vice Captain.

He parried and attacked, his movements so quick that they would have never been seen by an untrained eye. Flash step after flash step brought him within inches of Ichigo and back again. And then, as if Senbonzakura had demanded his humility, he lost his balance on a particularly hard parry and found himself driven back and onto a knee as he blocked Zangetsu from coming down on his head.

Ichigo was panting softly, a single bead of sweat running down from his forehead. He smirked, holding Zangetsu where he was. "Where shall we go? We can stay here... or we can go back to your home." He murmured, eyes showing barely concealed lust. He didn't care where it was - he would have Byakuya, and he would have him soon.

His Riatsu was still burning out into the night, a soft cushion of energy floating over Seireitei, both his and Byakuya's molding into one, powerful Riatsu. "What do you choose, Byakuya?"

Senbonzakura lowered, and the captain left himself open to Zangetsu’s attack, his blue eyes smoldering. It happened as it had he first time. Ichigo had broke him down until he had to call his Bankai forth, but in the end, when he could have killed Ichigo, he walked away, deeming him at least worthy enough to save his sister.

And here again, he lowered his sword and gave into Ichigo’s desires, and now he realized that it was the natural order with them. One would give up and allow the other his place, and Ichigo would always be the one to win. “You win. It is your choice.” He stood to his feet gracefully, but even then, he watched Ichigo with burning eyes.

He stepped forward, past Zangetsu, and with a sudden, rough movement, his lips connected with Ichigo’s, and he slammed him against the brick foundation of the split scaffold that was merely a couple of feet behind him after the battle.

Ichigo wrapped an arm around Byakuya, and flash-stepped them back to the manor even as his tongue tangled with the Kuchiki’s. He never would have admitted this was his first time, and he'd rather spend that on a bed, but soon enough they were in his captain's room, Ichigo’s fingers buried deeply in the dark tresses of his hair and Zangetsu placed to one side.

The teen loved the feeling of Byakuya beneath him, the feeling of once again having power over him. Twice in one night was not only amusing, but horrendously arousing. He pulled back Byakuya's robes, exposing his beautiful, somehow unmarred shoulders, which were suddenly being lavished in attention, the teen praising every part of his captain's body, inch by intentionally slow inch.

Where Byakuya was quiet in words, his hands spoke for him as Ichigo laved his shoulders with his teeth, tongue, and lips. His fingers expertly pulled the obi around Ichigo’s waist loose, and he splayed his hands across the slender expanse of the boy’s chest, his fingertips tracing each tiny scar Senbonzakura had left on him.

He was too skinny, a sign of great stress, and it caused Byakuya’s brows to furrow slightly before he leaned forward and pressed an open mouthed kiss to his shoulders. When he felt warm hands slide across his body, he arched up delicately and closed his eyes, a contented sigh escaping his lips.

Ichigo's fingers slid over Byakuya's sides and chest, and then wandering over his thighs, the touch becoming feather light as if the teen was scared that the porcelain skin would break beneath his clumsy touch.

His mouth slid lower, licking each of his captain's nipples and leaving a chain of kisses between them, nipping his abdomen as he proceeded downwards. He looked up at Byakuya, stopping in his ministrations as if asking for permission to continue.

Byakuya’s lithe fingers pulled the tie on his hakama, giving a silent go head for Ichigo to move forward with his conquest. The Shinigami’s pale, sculpted body writhed in the night as the pants were pulled off of his long legs, leaving him splayed open to Ichigo in the deep blue of the moonlight.

He was stoic as always, and he had yet to make any vocal sounds, but the predatory look on Ichigo’s face sent his heart racing, and he cherished it. Byakuya spread his legs wantonly, giving Ichigo a look at his lithe, beautiful body and the straining arousal between his legs. He wasn’t overly sized or thick, but the shape of him was graceful and elegant like the rest of his body, and it complimented him perfectly.

Ichigo ran his hands the full length of Byakuya's body, and leaned up to kiss him, the action gentle and tender. "Byakuya... you're beautiful." He murmured against his captain's lips, the praise and wonder and lust for him so evident in his eyes. He sucked on two fingers swiftly, soaking them with saliva, and then let them hover over his entrance before pushing in.

The tight heat that greeted him made him groan softly in anticipation, and wonder if Byakuya had indeed had sex before. He didn't dare voice this and spoil the moment, although the question hovered in the front of his mind.

Byakuya still didn’t make a sound, but his eyebrows met and he bit his bottom lip in pain, his eyes clenching shut against the pain. “T-too fast.” He spoke carefully, trying to temper his voice against the pain. He arched his hips slightly, and he felt the pain recede slightly as his body relaxed around the invasion of his fingers.

Ichigo winced as he felt the ripple of pain throughout Byakuya's body, and pressed his lips against the captain's neck. "I'm sorry." He murmured softly, moving his fingers slowly back and forth within him. "I wasn't thinking." He ran his spare fingers over the Kuchiki's lips, wishing that he could reach them with his own.

Byakuya was no virgin, but he’d never…been in this position before, but pride demanded him to avoid voicing that. His hands raised to Ichigo’s arms, and he traced the triceps that corded around them, admiring the steel of the boy’s body to distract himself from the pain. He was still stoic, not showing any emotion, but then, Byakuya wasn’t sure he remembered how to show emotion.

He curled his fingers without thinking, and felt a small, near unnoticeable bundle of nerves beneath his digits. Remembering something from science, he rubbed at it softly, and then a bit harder, to see if it had any effect at all on his stoic captain.

The stoic, cold, hard Kuchiki Byakuya keened a deep, throaty moan that was laced with deep Riatsu that vibrated around him in arousal, and he arched his back, his fingers straying to the covers on the bed, clutching them with his fingers and digging at them, tearing the upper corners of the sheets away from bed.

Byakuya carefully shifted his body and laid back against the pillows, enjoying the fullness as his body relaxed. He looked at Ichigo with an unwavering gaze, until the teenager curled his fingers.

Accompanying the moan was a name, touched with such emotion, that one could hardly believe it came from his lips. It carried on the night air like a sweet spoken promise, and the servants who were lucky enough to be near when he spoke it looked at each other and smiled. “I-Ichigo…”

Ichigo shivered at that moan of his name, rubbing his fingers against that spot with yet more force as he stretched gently, trying to get him as relaxed as he could with just two fingers. Despite Byakuya's experience, Ichigo still told the Shinigami of the pain he was likely to feel as he withdrew his fingers, wiping them on the side of the bed before releasing his erection, which was only slightly bigger than the Kuchiki's. He positioned it at Byakuya's entrance, and kissed him deeply as he pushed in, hissing at the near-painful tightness.

Whatever pretenses the captain had about being on bottom were swept away with the boy’s entrance into his body. Oddly enough, the stretching had removed most of the pain associated with penetration, and all that was left from it as Ichigo slowly slid into his body with a mild sting and white-hot blinding pleasure.

While Byakuya could have remained stoic, and in fact had struggled to do so, he found his eyes falling shut and his head rolling back on a soft pillow, a deep, strained groan escaping his sensual lips. His fingers still clutched to the bed, avoiding showing any kind of attachment, trying to force himself to separate his body from his emotions. It didn’t work however.

He opened his eyes and gazed into Ichigo’s face, taking in the fierce gaze of concentration there. And then, something spread across Kuchiki Byakuya’s face that had been there in a very long time.

Tenderness…

Ichigo didn't move for a moment, hovering above Byakuya and panting softly, eyes glazed with lust and filled with every other emotion he held, gentleness standing out amongst the rest. "Byakuya..." He whispered softly, running one hand through the dark tresses that splayed over the white pillow behind him, the contrast adding to the sheer beauty of his captain.

"You're stunning. So fucking hot…" The teen kissed him softly, adjusting himself as he shifted, and then moved his hips in a tender thrust. His captain was made of porcelain, he reasoned, and he had to be as gentle as he could to prevent him from breaking. He moaned softly against Byakuya's lips, the feeling of him more than exquisite, silk-like and hot, and something only he had felt beforehand. Ichigo was pleased in his uniqueness, for once.

Byakuya’s fingers clutched the sheets tighter, and he turned his head to the side after the kiss, warring with himself. He was just offering his body…that was it. That’s all he wanted to offer Ichigo. The boy would always win over him. It was the natural order of things, and Byakuya wasn’t about to argue with that, but the words that Ichigo had spoken to him rang in his heart like a sharp beacon of emotion.

Stunning. He’d listened to the perverts of Soul Society call him beautiful, stunning, and sexually attractive, but it hadn’t meant anything to him. Not until this slight of a human boy came along and drove himself into Byakuya’s heart like an iron stake to a railroad tie. Ichigo gazed down on him… as if though he cared.

It was in that moment that Byakuya’s hands rose from the bed, and his fingers curled against his palms, hesitating before he splayed them out across Ichigo’s shoulders. It was easy when it was just sex. Sex had no connotations. No hidden meanings. This, however, was different, and when he touched Ichigo, it was an admission that he was here…body and thoughts together. It was a submission to the only being he’d ever met that could conquer him.

Ichigo smiled at Byakuya as the smooth fingers rested on his shoulders, glad that he was indeed giving into the gentle care the teen was so willing to give. He rested his forehead against his captain's, gently angling Byakuya's hips to where he thought the bundle of nerves had been. Words weren't needed at times like this - it cheapened the moment.

His eyes half closed, the sliver of brown that showed radiating satisfaction. Having not knowing another's touch before, it made Ichigo almost shiver that he was being accepted as who he was by some one he respected in both beauty and swordsmanship, to the point it was almost admiration. The substitute vice captain's breathing was shallow as he eased into a slow rhythm, not wanting to hurt Byakuya with the lust he felt for the captain.

Byakuya’s long legs wrapped around Ichigo’s waist, and he ran his fingers gently down Ichigo’s back. When he brought them up, he added just a hint of his nails, adding sensation to the touch before he pulled his hands back and then pressed them to Ichigo’s chest, flipping them neatly, the teenager still snugly buried in Byakuya’s tight, warm body.

The elder Shinigami began to move over Ichigo, his hips rising and falling delicately, his hands braced against Ichigo’s chest. His blue eyes followed the many scars of his Bankai, and something akin to regret lit there. His face was stoic as always, his lips pursed in a straight line, but his eyes shimmered with something incredibly vulnerable, and he wasn’t sure he was ready to accept that part of himself again.

His hips rose and fell in a elegant dance, rolling as he pulled up, causing the rigid, tight lines of his abdomen to ripple with his efforts. He gazed down on Ichigo with seeming indifference, even though his actions proved his thoughts to be otherwise.

Ichigo's head rolled back, and his back arched, hips following to push his arousal deeper into the silky warmth of Byakuya. He supposed that the captain still had that part of him that refused to accept the submissiveness, and that this position gave him the feeling of dominance.

Both hands rose, one to rest on the dark-haired Shinigami's waist, and the other to form a fist around Byakuya's own straining erection, moving his hand and fingers as best as he could with the tight heat clamping around him, managing a smirk of something that seemed like triumph. Whatever Byakuya did, they both knew, he'd be submissive towards the one being he couldn't defeat. That smirk remained on his face even as he neared climax, the feeling building in his abdomen.

Byakuya’s actions jolted and paused the moment Ichigo’s warm hand encased his painful arousal, and a soft, keening moan escaped his throat as he lowered himself down completely onto Ichigo, his muscles tightening around the boy and nearly fluttering against him.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, he began to move again, but it didn’t fight off the coming climax that he could feel building in his lower stomach and coiling tightly like a spring tightening, ready to release. It was then that he spoke, his deep voice, smooth and silk and yet strained with the exertions of lust.

“Ichigo, I…” What ever it was in his mind to say didn’t make to the surface as his climax crashing into him, and his back arched. He threw his head back in a wordless scream, the jet black strands of his hair falling down over his shoulders and tossing in the moonlight. Byakuya spilled himself on Ichigo’s stomach and his hand, making his entire body tighten and shiver around the boy’s erection deep inside of him.

As his captain reached orgasm, Ichigo's hips arched and he released his seed into the tightened opening, a cry of Byakuya's name echoing throughout the room. The hand covered in Byakuya's release didn't clench, yet the one on the captain's hip did so hard enough to leave bruises.

It seemed that Ichigo did indeed have enough sense about him to not do that to his lover. 'Lover'... He supposed they were. And the violent pulse of Riatsu in the room informed him that it was very likely everyone in Soul Society did, too. His eyes closed, contented in the aftermath of his orgasm, and wanting to hold Byakuya close, but his bones seemed to have deflated, and his muscles were too relaxed to do anything about it.

Byakuya braced himself up with his hands against Ichigo’s chest, watching the expressions on the boy’s face in the aftermath of his orgasm. He was oddly beautiful in a wild, unkempt way, and he could see Isshin’s determination and kindness in his brown eyes.

He lifted himself from the boy, wincing at the slight pain and the slow stream of thick liquid that cascaded down his thighs. Ichigo had still been halfway in his pants, and those would need to be washed, and Byakuya’s bed was a mess. The Captain looked down on Ichigo with the same expression of indifference, but he seemed softer somehow, and his Riatsu curled around the room in lazy tendrils, stroking Ichigo’s consciousness in a gentle acknowledgement of their actions. “Let’s go bathe.” He offered gently.

Ichigo struggled to sit, a slightly dazed look in his eyes, and a smile on his face. "Do you want me to carry you?" He murmured softly, not being able to help embracing Byakuya. The tenderness was something he appreciated, and this was how he was showing it. "You'll walk funny for a bit, from what I've seen and heard."

The teen pressed a kiss to the dark-haired Shinigami's neck, enjoying the slightly damp warmth of Byakuya's skin. The heat of their mingling Riatsu comforted him further, and he sighed contentedly, eyes half-closed.

He couldn't help but think of what would happen tomorrow, when they were due to return to work. It was an upsetting, frustrating thought that Byakuya would simply ignore him and what had happened with the same indifference written on his face now.

Byakuya didn’t push Ichigo away, but his body stiffened, not used to being touched in such a delicate way. He reached forward on his dresser and grabbed a white yakuta and offered it over his shoulder to the boy. In turn, he pulled away and pulled on his own silk yakuta that flowed around his knees before he tied it shut.

He glanced at the Shinigami and then turned his back on him, silently leading the way to the extravagant baths in the garden, blocked by high wooden walls and decorated lavishly. He dropped his yakuta and slid into one with a low, deep sigh of pleasure. Byakuya turned his head to Ichigo, and he spoke, his words stoic, but without the usual hard edge they carried. “Come bathe, Ichigo.” He looked up at the boy expectantly.

Ichigo slid out of the yakuta that he had so recently pulled on, and slipped into the bath next to Byakuya. It felt like what he wished wouldn't happen already had - the captain remained stoic, even if he was sans the usual 'fuck off or die' undertones. He dared attempting to intertwine their fingers as he thought - perhaps the captain would leave him alone completely now.

There might even be a slim chance of that tenderness appearing only when they were together. If that was the case, he'd have to work at changing that, and soon. He would show Soul Society that Byakuya wasn't a cold-hearted bastard, even if it took extravagant spilling of blood before it happened. It was now that Ichigo wondered why he was planning extensively. He was only going to be here until Renji returned, after all.

Next: Chapter 6: The Power of Friendship Through Sake

Byakuya answered with a powerful, predatory, brutal kiss, his hands sliding up Ichigo’s hips to rest on his lower back, forcing the boy’s lower body into his. He couldn’t take one day apart from the human…what would happen when he left? Byakuya tried to cling to those thoughts, but they escaped his mind, and he found one hand raising and tightly gripping to the thick, orange hair, tilting Ichigo’s lips to the side so that he could deepen the kiss.

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