The Playtime Mini-Series - COMPLETE!

Title: Rebirth
Authors: Kirei Kitsue and Cecilia Tsukineko
Pairing: Kon/Ishida/Ichigo
Rating: Mature
Warnings: SPOILERS!! There are some things about some of the characters that you shouldn’t know until roughly episode 40-something of the anime and probably somewhere in the upper-100-somethings of the Manga chapters in this edition. It might be a little bit AU, but not too much. So much for keeping it at PWP Smut. (We’re still talking mature audiences only though.) Three-some folks!
Authors’ Note: This is going to be the last installment of our very first Bleach Yaoi FanFic. Please, enjoy this chapter, and we would REALLY appreciate feedback from anyone who reads it, even if it is to just say, “Great job! Write more!” But honestly, we prefer more solid constructive criticism.
Disclaimer: We don\'t own the characters or anything Bleach-related. We just came up with the little plot bunnies. They think our heads are breeding grounds or something.

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Rebirth
By: Kirei Kitsue and Cecilia Tsukineko


Through the open window of a third floor hospital room came a shadow. However, this was no ordinary shadow. It had flame orange hair and vibrant, powerful brown eyes. Black cloth fluttered about a mighty frame and Kurosaki Ichigo smirked at the sight of the still form lying exactly as he had left it. Without hesitation, he checked the body over again – for a third time – and found no spirit within. This soul had long since passed into Soul Society, but that was all the better as far as he was concerned.

On silent feet, he approached the bed and looked down at his fisted hand. Slowly, he turned it and opened his fingers, staring at the tiny, green pill cradled safely in his palm. “This is it, Kon. Your own body…” he murmured and closed his hand again for a moment as though he hugged the Mod Soul and not the pill. One step closer brought him right up to the body’s head and Ichigo plunged the pill straight into the body’s mouth and down its throat. It would only be a moment now…

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Cold. Stiff. Lifeless, yet alive at the same time. Forced to live by machines while begging for death. Weeping for death to come and end its empty existence.

That was what Kon first felt from the body as he merged with it, filled it with his soul. So different from the vibrant, warm life he felt when he entered Ichigo\'s strong, healthy body. Cold like the stuffed animal he spent most of his time in, but at least that \"body\" didn\'t care if it lived or died.

\'I want to live,\' he told the shell of flesh. \'Let me live in you, please. I just want to live.\'

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Eyelids fluttered and slowly opened, revealing clouded hazel under a mane of dirty blond. It took them a second to focus and they turned towards the Shinigami.

\"I-hi-go?\" Kon slurred, the muscles of the face - along with every other muscle - atrophied from long disuse.

“Ha~” Ichigo responded and reached out to touch the Mod Soul’s withered arm. The worst was over. Kon would make it in this body…the body had accepted him. That had been their biggest fear. Together, they could build the muscles up to par with Ichigo’s body and in so doing mold it to Kon’s being. His fingers slid up to caress Kon’s cheek and then brushed medium-length, lusterless hair from Kon’s beautiful hazel eyes. “I’m here.”

\"Goo\'. Stay wi\' me \'onigh\'? Uryuu an\' Inoue-cha\' an\' Cha\' can \'ake care o\' \'he Hollows.\" With some difficulty, Kon managed to hold up his hand, silently asking Ichigo to take it. \"You an\' Uryuu are \'onna visi\' me \'morrow, righ\'?\"

Ichigo was quiet for a moment, warring with himself, but Kon was right. Chad, Inoue and Uryuu could take care of the Hollows. He was needed here, where no one else could go unseen.

\"Ha~\" he murmured again and settled beside Kon on the bed, taking his hand and lacing their fingers together. Tucking one leg under his body, he leaned forward and kissed the corner of Kon\'s mouth. He tasted of sterile hospital and long sleep, but Kon\'s personal flavor was already starting to seep into the skin. \"I\'ll stay.\"

\"\'Ank you.\" Squeezing Ichigo\'s hand as best he could, Kon gave him a weak yet bright smile. At last, after a year of careful searching, Kon had a body of his own. Now he could do whatever he wanted instead of worrying about people seeing a stuffed animal walking around, and be with his lovers whenever he pleased, not just when Ichigo let him borrow his body. There was one funny downfall about Kon having his own body and he snickered at the thought. \"Uryuu\'s \'onna miss ha\'ing \'wo I-hi-gos.\"

\"He\'ll get over it. You deserve this,\" Ichigo answered immediately. No living being deserved to be trapped where they were unhappy, and Kon had been decidedly unhappy in that stuffed animal. The only time he was truly himself was when Ichigo lent him his human body. As the stuffed lion, he\'d been cranky, moody and irritable.

\"\'Han\'s for doin\' \'his for me,\" Kon whispered with absolute sincerity, weakly pulling on Ichigo\'s hand to bring him closer.

Letting himself get tugged down, Ichigo turned his eyes away a bit, a little uncomfortable with the complete sincereness of Kon\'s eyes and voice, but at the same time, he valued the expression of emotion. \"You\'re welcome, but you don\'t have to thank me.\"

Warm chocolate eyes met with clearing hazel and Ichigo smirked, leaning the rest of the way down to brush a gentle kiss to Kon\'s lips. Kon\'s lips...not Ichigo\'s body\'s lips with Kon behind those eyes, but Kon\'s. It was a very invigorating realization and Ichigo let his tongue caress the Mod Soul\'s lower lip.

\"This face and these colors suit you,\" he added in a murmur against dry lips wetted by Ichigo\'s kiss.

\"Why d\'you \'hin\' I pi\'ed \'his one ou\' of all the pi\'ures you s\'owe\' me?\" Smirking, Kon lightly kissed Ichigo. His eyes fluttered closed. \"\'His body\'s \'ired. I\' hasn\' mo\'ed in a lon\' \'ime. Needs sleep.\"

\"Yeah,\" Ichigo agreed and brushed at Kon\'s wild hair again. \"Then sleep, moron. You have to listen to your body now. It\'s in bad condition, so it can\'t be ignored like mine sometimes could. Remember that I won\'t be here when you wake up tomorrow morning. I\'ll bring Uryuu to see you as soon as I can, alright? But it probably won\'t be until evening, after this body\'s family has settled down. I\'ll come back like this before then to help you out, so you won\'t be alone for too long. And remember not to say too much to anyone who talks to you. Just dummy up and say you ‘don\'t remember’ and you ‘don\'t know’ a lot. Confused and disoriented will buy me time. Understand?\"

\"Yeah, yeah, I know. M\'not \'umb. Nigh\', I\'higo.\" Kon took a deep breath and let it out in a heavy sigh, the action taking him right into slumber. It was time for this body to start healing so it could support a soul again.

A small smile graced his lips for a second and then Ichigo removed Zangetsu from his back and stretched to settle it against the wall beside the bed. Then he stretched out beside Kon, careful of all the tubes and wires the Mod Soul was attached to. With a small sigh of his own, he let sleep take him, one arm reaching across to rest across Kon\'s stomach. \'Sorry, Uryuu. You\'re alone for tonight.\'

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\"Eiji-kun? Eiji-kun, can you hear me?\"

Inhaling sharply at the disturbance to his nap, Kon slowly opened his eyes and turned his head towards the doctor standing over him, waiting for a response. A quick glance around the room told him Ichigo wasn\'t back yet, and that there were three people waiting anxiously nearby - a man, a woman, and a small boy. This body\'s family? If they were, then it was time to start acting.

\"Where-?\" he rasped.

\"Eiji!\" The woman gasped and wept for joy as her son, long still and unresponsive finally, finally spoke, moved, lived. She buried her face in her husband\'s shoulder and sobbed for her happiness. She couldn\'t hug him just yet with all the wires and things. She needed to calm down first, but as soon as she was able, she would hold him and never let go again!

The man held her and stared at his son with a small smile that spoke volumes of his own happiness.

\"It\'s good to see you again, son,\" he murmured, almost choked with tears himself.

\"How are you feeling, Eiji-kun?\" the doctor asked, visibly relieved to have his patient responsive.

\"\'Ired. S\'iff. Where\'m I?\" Kon noticed the little boy - he couldn\'t have been older than five or six - was staring at him with a strange intensity, as if trying to figure something out.

Before the doctor could respond, the boy voiced his thoughts. \"Who are you and where is my nii-chan?\"

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\"How did it go?\" Ishida questioned calmly, hiding his anxiousness to know about Kon\'s new body.

\"Fine.\" Ichigo answered and then paused to look out the window. \"He\'s gotten a body that hasn\'t been used in months, but it accepted him and he\'s already merging with it. Rapidly, too.\"

Rukia smirked as Ishida let out a quiet sigh of relief. \"What is the body\'s condition?\"

\"Weak. Atrophied. Stiff, but he was talking and he reached for me last night, so I stayed with him. I\'m going back as soon as you two know what you need to know. He can\'t handle this on his own.\"

\"The family.\" Rukia nodded in understanding. \"Have you three discussed what you\'re going to do about the body\'s familial ties?\"

\"Yes, we have. It will be up to Kon to decide if he wants to become a part of his body\'s family or sever ties with them,\" Ishida explained. He looked to Ichigo to see if there was anything else they needed to update Rukia on.

\"We\'ll be with him a lot once he starts his therapy. We\'ll alternate and sometimes leave Hollow slaying to Chad and Inoue.\" His tone left no room for negotiation. They wouldn\'t shirk their duties but right now, one of their own needed them.

\"And what am I? Chopped liver?\"

\"I was expecting you to help them,\" Ichigo shot back and glowered. \"Remove me. I need to get back.\"

\"Hmph.\" Sniffing disdainfully, Rukia pulled the glove out of her pocket and pulled it on, then shoved Ichigo\'s spirit out of his body. And hit him on the top of his head. \"That\'s for thinking I\'m useless.\"

Tucking the glove back into her pocket, she stood and left the apartment.

Rubbing the top of his head, Ichigo looked to his lover and viciously scowled. \"Shut up, dumb ass. Watch over this while I\'m gone. ...Behave. I\'ll be back for it and you later in the afternoon. Kon wants to see you.\"

Forcing his mouth back into a straight line from its smirk, Ishida pushed his glasses up his nose. \"I\'ll be waiting. And of course I\'ll behave. It\'s no fun playing with an empty body,\" he deadpanned.

\"Uryuu, you\'re a freak. We all know it, so stop denying it.\" It was an old, comfortable joke, so Ichigo felt fine leaving on that note. He was at the hospital before he knew it and quietly slipped into the room from the window. Three stories was nothing to a Shinigami. Inside, stood the family and the doctor. Ichigo froze, mid-step, as the small child asked, \"Who are you and where is my nii-chan?\"

Surprised, Ichigo looked up to Kon, to see what the Mod Soul would do. The child obviously knew something was wrong.

Kon just blinked in startlement, not knowing what to do. How did the kid know? Sensing Ichigo nearby, he glanced at him in hopes he\'d be able to help.

\"This is your brother, Hideki-chan,\" the doctor said in a patronizing tone, just as surprised as everyone else to hear Hideki ask that.

\"No, he\'s not.\" Hideki looked straight at Ichigo. \"Who are you? Do you know where my nii-chan is?\"

Slowly, the Death God approached the side of the bed and laid a gentle hand on Kon\'s arm to steady him. There, it wouldn\'t be noticed as a pressed mark in the cloth hanging limply on Kon\'s shoulder.

\"You\'re brother\'s gone on to heaven,\" he answered the child point blank. Ichigo was amazed at how well the kid was completely ignoring the scolding of his elders to focus entirely on them.

\"Oh. So who\'s he? Why is he in nii-chan\'s body?\" Hideki pointed at Kon. \"If nii-chan\'s in heaven, shouldn\'t his body be too?\"

The doctor was about to join Hideki\'s parents in quieting his ridiculous questions when he noticed both the little boy and \"Eiji\" were starting at the exact same spot in the air. Could...they see something he and the parents couldn\'t? If he squinted, the doctor could just barely make out a shimmer, like heat rising off the pavement. \"Hideki-chan, what are you looking at?\"

The parents fell quiet as well and Ichigo looked to Kon. \"We didn\'t plan for this. We should probably just tell them.\"

Kon shook his head slightly, eyes fearful. He didn\'t want to tell them. Not yet, not when he was finally starting to feel comfortable in this weakened shell. They might think their son was possessed and have him exorcised from the body. He could tell them later. Not now. He glanced meaningfully at Hideki. He could be told. There was no point in lying to him. But the parents, who had the power to take away his chance to truly live...

\"Easy. Your heart rate\'s jumping. I\'ll talk to the kid.\" Turning to Hideki, Ichigo knelt. \"Look, Hideki, was it?\" The little boy nodded and Ichigo continued in a very serious voice, \"I\'m a Shinigami. Do you know what that is? Just nod if you do or shake your head if you don\'t. Don\'t say anything because this is a secret. You can keep a secret, can\'t you?\"

Hideki nodded vigorously to the second question after a slightly uncertain nod to the first.

\"Good. This needs to stay a secret. Got it? Good. Now, so that you really understand, a Shinigami is a spirit that helps other spirits get to where they need to go when they leave their bodies. Your brother\'s spirit left this body a long time ago and my friend here really needed one. Your brother is happy where he is and safe, but my friend\'s spirit can\'t go to the same place as your brother. Not yet. We\'re sorry if this is upsetting or confusing, but we don\'t have a lot of choices in this. Do you understand?\"

Why did it have to be so hard to talk to small children?

The little boy started to nod, but ended up shaking his head. This was all just a little too much for his five-year-old brain.

\"Hideki, what\'s going on?\" his mother asked nervously. \"Who are you talking to? Hideki?\" Her son ignored her, understanding just how important the things Ichigo was telling him were.

\"Tell your mother that you\'re having a talk with your imaginary friend Ichigo about little league soccer.\" It was the only thing Ichigo could think of to say that might work.

\"Hideki, answer your mother,\" the boy\'s father scolded and frowned. Something wasn\'t...quite right.

When Hideki cheerfully said just what Ichigo told him too, Kon had to bite his lip to hold back his laughter. He liked the kid already. \'This just might work.\'

The boy’s parents blinked and looked at each other for a moment. Then his mother smiled softly and moved over to kneel and hug him. She hadn’t seen her little boy smile like that in a very long time. He was playing again, even if it was the unsettling game of ‘Imaginary Friend’ and that made her heart hurt with the immense happiness she felt in that moment. Her babies were well again.

“Ok, Hideki-chan. Finish talking to Ichigo and then let’s pay attention to your big brother, alright?” Her son nodded vigorously and she stood, looking to the doctor with an apologetic smile. Then, her eyes turned to Eiji.

“Eiji-kun, it’s so good to have you back. Hideki hasn’t played much since the accident and we’ve been so worried about both you. He was very upset when it happened. He wouldn’t come out of his bedroom for days.” Her smile warmed immensely. “How…are you feeling, baby?”

The entire time that the woman had been speaking she’d been approaching the bed and now, she settled on the edge of the mattress and took her son’s hand.

Ichigo had remained silent during the entire one-sided conversation watching the woman with an appraising eye. As she took Kon’s hand, he turned to Hideki and softly said, “I can see your mother and father are good parents and that they love you and your brother very much. Kon’s never had a family before.” The red-head paused, looked down for a moment and then met Hideki’s eyes again. “Can I ask you for a favor?”

Hideki nodded as Kon gave the woman the same answer he\'d given the doctor - tired and stiff. Most of Kon\'s attention was on the conversation going on between Ichigo and Hideki, curious about its outcome.

\"Look after him for me, when I\'m not around and make sure he doesn\'t do anything stupid. Got it?\" Ichigo\'s smirk was friendly and almost playful.

The little boy nodded again, shyly transferring his gaze to Kon.

Kon smiled at Hideki, the smile growing when it was returned, and looked up at the woman. \"Uh, Mom,\" wow that felt weird to say, \"Cn\'I be alone wi\' Hi\'e\'i for a few minu\'es?\"

A little startled, the woman looked to the doctor. Would that be ok? She wasn\'t sure.

\"I don\'t see why not,\" the doctor said with a small shrug.

\"Alright, then, Eiji-kun. Hideki, take it easy on your Aniki. He\'s not quite well yet.\" Kissing the top of Kon\'s head, she rose and did the same to Hideki before taking her husband\'s arm and leaving with the doctor. Ichigo let out a sigh when they were gone and stood.

\"How are you feeling, Kon?\" he asked and moved closer to the edge of the bed.

At least this time Kon knew Ichigo meant spiritually and not physically. \"Same as las\' nigh\'. A li\'le be\'er. More...comple\'e. Bo\'y is slowly assep\'in\' me. C\'mere, Hi\'e\'i,\" he gently called, reaching out to the little boy.

Hideki approached him shyly and – with a little help from Ichigo – climbed onto the bed. He looked a little nervous, but seemed to be holding up well, considering the circumstances. Ichigo smirked a little and nodded to Kon as he folded his arms into his Haori sleeves, standing behind the boy like a guardian statue.

\"You don\' un\'ers\'an\' why I\'m here an\' no\' your bro\'her, huh?\" Kon kept his tone gentle and friendly, hoping to find an ally in the little boy.

Nodding, Hideki balled his little fists tightly on his thighs. He didn\'t know what to say or do, but these people didn\'t seem like bad people.

\"You un\'ers\'an\' tha\' your bro\'her is in heaven?\"

\"Hideki...thinks so...\"

\"Your bro\'her\'s spiri\' wen\' to heaven, bu\' his body staye\' here, emp\'y.\" Slowly, painfully slowly, it was becoming easier to talk. \"I\'m a spiri\' tha\' ne\'er ha\' a body, bu\' I wan\' one so I can live an\' be normal. Is it o\'ay wi\' you if I have your bro\'her\'s body?\"

There was a long pause in which Hideki lowered his chin and stared at his hands, balled into tight fists on his folded legs. Eiji-nii-san was gone. That much he could understand from them. That Eiji-nii-san wasn\'t coming back he hated, but understood as well. Heaven was something he also understood, though only vaguely, but what he was having trouble with was what this stranger was doing in his brother\'s body. He liked these two, but he...he was just very confused right then.

Seeing the boy\'s inner struggle, Ichigo sighed. This wasn\'t going to be easy after all. Unfolding his arms, he stepped even closer and settled on the edge of the bed.

\"Hideki. Shinigami like me guide souls to places that are good for them. A Shinigami must have guided your brother to Heaven and I\'ve guided Kon here. This is the way things are supposed to be. I know it might not seem very fair, but...well, I lost my mom when I was really little like you. I know it hurts to lose someone like that, but it\'ll be ok. I promise. Kon will look after you now just like Eiji used to. Ok?\"

\"Want Eiji-nii-chan to look after Hideki,\" the little boy whispered, sniffling. He\'d known ever since the accident that his brother\'s soul was missing, and to have it repeatedly confirmed by strangers hurt. A lone tear fell down Hideki\'s face as he looked at Ichigo. \"Nii-chan is happy?\"

\"Yeah,” Ichigo said softly with the only kind of smile he could muster when he wasn’t alone with his lovers. He reached out to put a gentle hand on the boy\'s head. \"I\'m sure he misses you, but this isn\'t something that can be changed.\"

\"If you wan\' me to leave, Hi\'e\'i, I will,\" Kon murmured, keeping his face impassive to hide how painful it was to say it. \"I don\' wanna hur\' you, or your paren\'s.\" \'I just want to have a body of my own...but I won\'t break a little kid\'s heart to do it.\'

\"No! Hideki wants you to stay! Hideki wants a big brother again!\" Sobbing, the little boy launched himself at Kon, throwing his arms around Kon\'s neck and squeezing, completely unmindful of all the tubes and wires.

Ichigo winced, but didn\'t interfere. This was one giant step in the right direction for the Mod Soul. He wasn\'t going to ruin it by any chance. Surprised, Kon just blinked for a moment before slowly lifting his arm to drop it across Hideki\'s back.

\"Then I\'ll stay an\' be your bi\' bro\'her,\" he promised, immensely happy that Hideki hadn\'t asked him to leave. And the idea of having a little brother... Sniffling himself, Kon tilted his head down to bury his nose in Hideki\'s hair. \"I p\'omise to do \'he bes\' I can.\"

Hideki sniffled, nodding, and fiercely clung to him. It was better to have a new big brother than to have no big brother at all as far as his young mind was concerned.

“I’m going to go get Uryuu, Kon. Or should we start to call you Eiji?” Ichigo murmured and reached out to run gentle fingers through longish locks. Ichigo couldn’t remember when he’d begun to want to be affectionate with the others openly, but he couldn’t imagine being so closed off with Uryuu and Kon now.

\"Be\'er call me Eiji when people are aroun\'. An\' yeah, ge\' Uryuu. I wan\' him to see me li\'e \'his.\" They hadn\'t shown Ishida the pictures of the bodies Kon was choosing from, so Kon\'s new appearance was going to be a complete surprise for the Archer. \"Hi\'eki, there\'s one more thin\' I wanna as\' you abou\'.\"

Ichigo paused. Something told him this was important to him as well.

\"Mm?\" the boy mumbled and hugged him tighter.

\"Your paren\'s. They thin\' I\'m Eiji. Can you pre\'en\' tha\' I am Eiji, for \'hem? They won\' un\'ers\'an\' why I\'m Kon ins\'ea\'.\"

There was a short pause before Hideki nodded and loosened his hold. \"Hideki will pretend that you are Eiji-nii-chan,\" he agreed with a small sniffle.

Satisfied, Ichigo turned and left the same way he\'d come in.

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Opening his eyes, Ichigo stared at the ceiling for a moment to let his vision clear before turning his head.

\"Uryuu?\" he croaked. Sometimes his throat just went dry when his body lay uninhabited like it had been for the last few hours. He was lying on Ishida\'s couch in the Quincy\'s apartment. Right where he\'d seen the Archer settle his body as he\'d left for the hospital.

\"Yes?\" Ishida\'s face appeared right in front of his own, light bouncing off his lenses to hide his eyes.

\"WAH!!\"

Scrabbling backwards, Ichigo fell right over the arm of the couch and hit the hard floor with an, \"Ohmpf!\" He lay there panting for several seconds and then leapt to his feet, pointing one accusing finger at Ishida and shouting, \"You bastard!! What the hell were you thinking, scaring the piss out of me like that!?\"

Smirking, Ishida pushed his glasses up his nose. \"I was thinking that you\'re incredibly amusing when annoyed. Is it time to visit Kon yet?\" He was impatient to see the body his lover had chosen.

\"Yeah. C\'mon, idiot,\" he grumbled and rose, heading for the door as he stretched out stiffened muscles. They\'d catch the train to the station nearest the hospital. Traveling by telephone lines was so much faster, but Ishida couldn\'t do it and Ichigo needed to physically be there for Kon during this visit.

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They arrived at the hospital a half hour later and, after coaxing the nurses a little, were allowed up to Kon\'s room. \"Eiji\'s\" doctor, on the other hand, was harder to convince.

\"We\'re old friends of his. Can we please visit him?\" Ishida prodded for the third time, getting impatient.

\"I\'ve never seen you two before in the eight months Eiji-kun has been here. If you are old friends of his, why haven\'t you come before?\" the doctor asked suspiciously, standing them down.

“Look, doc! We came all this freaking way to visit him, let us in! What the hell does it matter to you why we haven’t come before?” Ichigo was getting more than impatient. This was ridiculous! But before Ichigo could really lose his temper, the door to Eiji’s room cracked open and one small eye peered out to see what all the commotion was about. Ichigo pounced on his good luck.

“Hideki! It’s me, Ichigo. How’s your brother?”

Hideki blinked at him as recognition dawned slowly then looked to the doctor, before stepping out.

“Ichi-nii-chan,” Hideki greeted him and smiled timidly. “Eiji-nii-chan is still tired, but he doesn’t really talk funny much anymore.”

Ichigo nodded. “You probably don’t remember, Ishida Uryuu, but he’s a good friend of Eiji’s and mine. Think we can come in and visit?”

That took the decision right out of the doctor’s hands. Well, almost. Nodding a little, Hideki turned and poked his head in the room.

“Eiji-nii-chan’s friends are here,” he announced and stepped in.

“Eiji’s…friends?” The occupants of the hallway heard her repeat curiously as she rose and headed for the hall.

\"Uh huh. Ichi-nii-chan and...\" Hideki looked at Ishida for help. Getting the name in a quiet murmur from the black-haired teen, he continued, \"And Ishi-nii-chan.\"

The Archer\'s mouth thinned in mild disapproval at the butchering of his last name. He scowled when he heard Kon - and he knew it was Kon, even if the voice was a little different - laugh.

Kon really liked Hideki. \'Ishi, huh? Heh, Ichi and Ishi.\' He decided to start calling them that, just to annoy them. It would certainly make things interesting, especially in bed.

“Come in, please. We…well, we didn’t know Eiji-kun had very many friends. He never really brought anyone to the house. My name is Tomoe and this is my husband, Kei. We’re very pleased to meet you.” Tomoe politely bowed a little and then stepped aside. “We’ll leave you boys alone for now. Kei and I have some shopping to do. Eiji-kun, do you want Hideki to stay here with you, or would you like to be alone with your friends?”

\"Alone, please.\" Kon had noticed the way Hideki\'s eyes lit up at the word \"shopping.\" He wouldn\'t ask the little boy to stay behind when he clearly hoped for a treat, probably candy.

The three walked out with smiles and laughter, leaving the lovers alone. Ichigo approached the bed and reached out to flick a stray lock of hair from Kon’s forehead. “You dozed off without answering my question last time, baka. Should we just keep calling you Eiji, even in private or do you still want to be Kon?”

Honestly, he knew the answer, but it was better for Ishida to hear it firsthand than to have an argument or slip up later.

\"I didn\' doze off, an\' I\'m no\' a baka. I sai\' to call me Eiji when people are aroun\'. You weren\' listenin\', bas\'ard.\" Kon playfully made a face at him and turned his head away from Ichigo\'s fingers.

\"Yes, we all know Ichigo is very bad when it comes to listening.\" Smirking, Ishida sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned over to give Kon a sweet, friendly kiss. \"I like the body you chose, pest. It suits you.\" Warm blue-black eyes openly examined the new face, taking in every detail from the way Kon\'s dirty blond mane grew every which-way to the almost invisible freckles on his nose. Ishida definitely approved.

Kon blushed a little and reached out to tentatively take Ishida’s hand. This was truly his body now and maybe it was because of that that everything seemed so much more intense, but he closed his eyes in ecstasy despite the semi-realization.

“Tch,” Ichigo scoffed and sat on the other side of Kon. “You stink. Like hospital and old skin.”

\"Well escuse me for bein\' a little bed-ri\'en at the momen\'. It was your idea to pick a body tha\'s been in a coma.\"

\"I couldn\'t exactly kick someone out of a healthy body now could I, boge!?\" Ichigo snapped back, but his gentle push to Kon\'s forehead softened the growl considerably.

\"Now, now, you two,\" Ishida scolded. \"No foreplay until Kon can actually get out of the bed on his own.\"

\"We should at least give him a bath. He reeks,\" Ichigo grumbled and looked away, his hands shoved in his pockets and his back slouched.

\"An\' how d\'you sugges\' you do that?\"

\"We could give you a sponge bath.\" Ishida pushed his glasses up his nose to distract them from the wicked glint in his eye. A chance to thoroughly explore Kon\'s new body definitely could not be passed up.

Kon and Ichigo knew better than to fall for that. \"S\'you can grope me \'fore I can grope you back? Yeah, righ\'.\"

“Who said you couldn’t grope back?” Ichigo challenged, still not looking at them.

\"We\'ll even help you grope back if you want.\"

Kon blinked and then blushed a little brighter. \"We\'ll...get caught...\"

\"Maybe. Maybe not. That\'s part of the fun.\" Ishida smirked and kissed the tip of Kon\'s nose.

A small shiver passed through Kon\'s body and his hand tightened on the Archer\'s. \"I \'o feel...kin\'a gross.\"

\"I\'m trained. The nurses\'ve probably heard of my dad. They shouldn\'t give me a hard time if I ask them to get some stuff for us.\" Ichigo stood after casting them both a smirk and headed out the door. \"Oi,\" was the last they heard from him as the door shut behind him.

\"So what does it feel like to finally have a body of your own?\" the Quincy softly asked, smiling at his lover and giving Kon\'s hand a squeeze. \"And a family?\"

\"\'Ifferen\',\" Kon murmured as his eyes hooded lazily. \"Good. Bu\'...nothing like you an\' Ichigo. This bo\'y...is perfec\'.\"

\"I think so too.\" A long-fingered hand brushed lank hair off of the Mod Soul\'s forehead. \"We\'ll need to wash this. I want to see what it looks like clean.\" One finger traced Kon\'s lips as Ishida whispered, \"I want to see what all of you looks like.\"

Dirty lashes dropped to faintly freckled cheeks and Kon\'s breath hitched slightly. \"Kiss me, Uryuu?\" he asked in a voice so soft, Ishida might not have known he\'d spoken but for the movement of parched lips under gentle fingertips.

As if Kon needed to ask. Ishida gently took hold of Kon\'s chin, tilting his face down and pressing their lips together. Immediately, an eager tongue traced the seam of Kon\'s lips, demanding entrance so Ishida could learn the details of his lover\'s new mouth. The Archer purred quietly in approval of the light taste he\'d gotten with that swipe. It wasn\'t the mixture of Ichigo and Kon\'s tastes like he was used to, but it was far from unpleasant. A taste all Kon\'s own.

Weak and trembling arms rose until thin wrists settled on Ishida\'s shoulders, palms cradling Ishida\'s pale neck loosely. Dry lips parted slowly for Ishida\'s curious tongue, but Kon pulled away from the kiss shortly thereafter, gasping for air. \"Sorry,\" he managed meekly and let his head fall back as well as his arms, lungs still calmly pulling in air in deep gulps.

\"Don\'t be. You just woke up last night.\" Ichigo came forward with towels, warm water, soap and sponges. \"We\'ll have you feeling better by the end of this, ne, Uryuu?\"

\"Mm, definitely. And we\'ll have to brush your teeth too. You, Kon, have the world\'s worst case of morning breath,\" Ishida taunted.

The Mod Soul laughed. \"Sorry.\"

\"Relax,\" Ichigo muttered and glared at Ishida. \"Move your ass.\"

Ishida wiggled his ass.

\"Moron!\" the red-head growled and pulled the blankets out from under Ishida\'s rump with a swift jerk.

Kon chuckled again, feeling as though he\'d been this happy one other time in his life. When Ichigo and Rukia hadn\'t let Urahara take him...he\'d felt this kind of relief and elation.

Completely unfazed by having the blankets yanked out from under him, Ishida didn\'t even move from his spot on the bed. \"If you want me to stand up, then say so.\"

\"Bastard,\" the Shinigami growled, but he shook his head and turned his attention to Kon, tugging on the hospital dress. \"This has to go. I got you a new one.\" He\'d deal with Ishida\'s analness later. Right now...he wanted to get Kon taken care of. \"And I can get you a toothbrush and some toothpaste if you\'d like...\"

\"You\'d be\'er. We have to please the prince of priss, af\'er all.\" Kon grinned as Ishida simply huffed and shoved his glasses up his nose.

\"Heh, yeah. I\'ll be right back. Get rid of that thing and I\'ll bring you something to drink too.\" Ichigo glanced at Ishida for a second and then added, \"Go ahead and get started. Don\'t use sopping wet sponges, just damp ones. Keep your rinse sponges and your washing sponges in their respective buckets. Not that I\'d expect differently from you, Uryuu...\"

With that he was gone again.

\"For that prince of priss comment, you\'re getting your face and ears done first,\" Ishida muttered as he helped Kon sit up and pull the hospital gown off, carefully minding all the tubes and wires connected to him. The gown off, the Archer made quick yet thorough work of scrubbing Kon\'s face. His hair they could do later.

Kon\'s muscles weren\'t up to sitting yet, so Ishida pulled his shirt off to keep it dry and settled behind Kon when it was time to clean Kon\'s thin body, the Mod Soul sitting between his legs and leaning back against his chest. Starting at the base of Kon\'s jaw, Ishida slowly ran the damp, soapy sponge down Kon\'s front.

Ichigo returned and paused as the door shut behind him. He pushed the lock, having told the nurses to explain things to the parents if they returned before the bath was over, and moved forward after looking his fill. Settling on the edge of the foot of the bed, the Death God placed the toothbrush, toothpaste, mouth wash and drinking water on the tray-table and caught Kon\'s ankle, squeezing gently.

\"This might tickle,\" Ichigo murmured and picked up a sponge, dipping it into the soapy water. He was careful to bathe Kon\'s feet thoroughly before moving up first one calf and then the other. \"Feeling better?\"

Kon nodded a little and let his head fall back to Ishida\'s shoulder. His eyes were closed as he rested against his lover\'s warm body and was pampered by both. Could life get any better?

\"You\'d better not get my pants wet, Ichigo,\" the Archer warned, brandishing his sponge as if it were a sword.

\"And unnecessarily suffer the wrath of a wet priss? Unthinkable,\" Ichigo retorted sarcastically and scrubbed Kon\'s knees. \"Spread your legs, Uryuu,\" he ordered and after a lengthy, unnecessary pause added, \"Or your pants will get wet.\"

\"Happy to please.\" Ishida spread his legs wider and smiled as Kon laughed.

Giddy with happiness, Kon turned his face into Ishida\'s neck and sighed, closing his eyes to focus on the sensations this new body was giving him as his lovers bathed him. Light fingers tracing his ribs - which were clearly visible, covered only by skin and the thinnest layer of muscle - got him to open his eyes again. \"Some\'hin\' wron\'?\" he murmured.

\"Mm, no,\" Ishida murmured back. \"Just thinking of how beautiful you\'ll be once you\'ve filled out.\" Kon was on the borderline of painfully thin, a result of this body having to depend on an IV for nutrition for so long, along with being completely unmoving. He wasn\'t quite a skeleton, but he wasn\'t far off. Even so, Ishida could clearly see the promise of a lithe, powerful form. When Kon did fill out, he would be incredibly handsome. Kon had chosen well indeed.

\"We\'ll be here every day to help,\" Ichigo murmured and caressed the soft sponge against the inside of Kon\'s thigh as a heads up of where he was headed next. It gave Kon warning and the chance to beg off if it was too embarrassing. \"With your therapy and to keep the nurses\' hands off you as much as possible. Sandal-and-Hat gave us a present...How the bastard figured us out, I can\'t even guess,\" Ichigo grumbled through gritted teeth, but the expression of anger left in a second. \"Spirit Phones for all of us. You guys, me, Inoue, Chad...He even upgraded Rukia\'s. State of the art, he said.\"

\"Cool. Tha\'ll defini\'ly make thin\'s easier when we\'re fightin\' those Hollow bas\'ards.\" Kon didn\'t react to the warning, making it clear he didn\'t mind where Ichigo was headed. He had absolutely no reason to be embarrassed about anything physical around his lovers.

Ishida snorted as he started washing Kon\'s shoulders and arms. \"And he didn\'t give them to us before…why? You guys have only been destroying Hollows for close to two years now.\"

Shrugging, Ichigo finished washing Kon\'s genitals and hips and then leaned back, dropping his sponge in the water while he pulled off his shirt. \"I\'ll take him. You wash his back, then I\'ll hold him while you change the bedsheets. The nurse said there were spares put in the closet this morning since they were planning on doing it this evening anyway.\"

The Archer nodded and leaned Kon forward against Ichigo\'s front.

\"Thin\' Urahara\'ll give a Spiri\' Phone to Hide\'i if I as\' him?\" Loosly wrapping his arms around Ichigo\'s waist, Kon closed his eyes and sighed happily, drinking in the feel of Ishida washing his back.

\"Hideki?\"

\"Hideki knows this isn\'t his brother. He could see me as a Shinigami too. I think that he\'s going to become a target eventually. It wouldn\'t hurt to get him a phone in case he runs into trouble.\" Ichigo tipped his head and held Kon\'s hips loosely, helping him to curl his legs between the Death God\'s own so that he was comfortable while his back was washed. \"I can\'t wait to get you off these,\" he murmured and gently touched the IV that ran from Kon\'s hand to the drip bag.

\"Soon,\" Kon promised. \"They\'re gonna brin\' me some food later to see if I can manage it.\"

\"I wouldn\'t be surprised if he\'s a target now, if he can see Shinigami already.\" Finished, Ishida patted Kon\'s ass and got off the bed. \"I noticed the kid\'s spirit force when he came to the door. It\'s faint but strong, almost like a narrow stream that looks calm on the surface but is really deep and raging at the bottom.\"

Carefully, Ichigo settled Kon in his arms and got off the bed, lifting the Mod Soul into his arms. Ever mindful of the wires and tubes, he murmured, \"You ok?\" watching as Ishida changed the bedding as quickly as he could without leaving a wrinkle.

\"Yeah. Pu\' me on my fee\'? I wanna see jus\' how much work I gotta do on these legs.\"

Nodding, Ichigo gently eased Kon\'s legs from his arms, setting his feet on the floor. He said nothing, but protectively kept his hands on the Mod Soul\'s body.

Had he been a normal human, there would have been no way Kon could have supported himself on his weak legs right then. But because he was a Modified Soul whose power was in his legs, Kon was able to stand. His legs shook under the weight and strain, but they held. He smiled, pleased. \"Lon\' way t\'go.\"

\"At least you are standing,\" Ishida stated, smirking. \"The doctors are going to have fun with you, trying to figure out how you can stand when all your muscles are supposed to be atrophied.\"

\"Idiot. He\'ll have to play it up. Otherwise, they\'ll run a ton of tests on him which will slow his recovery down and make things uncomfortable for him.\"

Ichigo helped Kon slowly walk to the newly made bed and let Ishida take hold of him while the red-head got the new hospital gown. Once Kon was \"dressed\" both Ishida and Ichigo helped him ease back onto the mattress.

\"How\'s that?\" the Shinigami asked after Kon was completely comfortable. Ichigo was already busily checking over all the wires and tubes for kinks, twists or knots. He even ran a fairly practiced eye over the machine readings to double check his lover\'s state of health at the moment. Everything seemed normal and healthy.

\"S\'good. I say I pra\'tice on my own all the time and surprise \'em wi\' how fast I improve.\" Kon\'s grin was Puckish as he slowly sat up and scooted back to lean against the headboard, testing his arm and back muscles to find their current limit. He was tired of laying down.

Ishida immediately piled the pillows between Kon\'s back and the headboard to make him more comfortable, doing so without offering to help Kon in his effort to sit up. The Archer knew Kon wanted to do that on his own. \"With that grin, I think you want to do more than surprise them.\" He rolled his eyes at the Mod Soul\'s innocent expression.

\"Tch. Always looking to impress anyone you can.\" Ichigo rolled his eyes and curled his lip a little, but there was good humor in his warm brown eyes. His expression turned serious after a second, however, and he added, \"I\'ll bring the Spirit Phone to you tonight since I don\'t have to worry about visiting hours. You can call any of us at any time and someone will be right here as soon as they can. You couldn\'t fight even the weakest ass Hollow right now and you\'re looking pretty tasty with all that Modified Soul Energy in that weakling body. I\'ll talk to Sandal-and-Hat and see what he has to say about getting a phone for Hideki, too.\"

\"Soun\'s like a plan.\" Ignoring the weakling comment since there was no point in arguing it, Kon just lounged on his pillows and gave his best \'feed me\' look. Hazel eyes got huge above an irresistible pout. It wasn\'t very different from his \'hug me, kiss me, love me\' look, the main difference being the \'feed me\' look was accompanied by a soft yet audible stomach gurgle. Kon had rarely gotten the chance to sample food in his stuffed animal days, meaning food of any kind was a real treat, and right now he wanted to indulge.

Ichigo\'s eyes shifted to Ishida. \"I\'ll get it. You\'re feeding him.\"

\"And get my fingers bitten off? Yeah, right.\" Sometimes Kon got a little too enthusiastic about food, forgetting to not bite the hand that fed him. Ichigo and Ishida had learned a long time ago to not feed Kon finger-food.

Now it was Kon\'s turn to roll his eyes. \"I promise only to attack the silverware.\"

A good deal of arguing later, Ichigo settled on the edge of the bed with Uryuu seated in a chair beside them. He faced Kon squarely and glowered. \"One bite and you\'re a dead man.\"

\"So make sure you feed me with the spoon and not your hand. Duh.\" Kon eyed the cup of cherry Jell-o like a starving man, already feeling his mouth water. He would have snatched the cup and spoon right out of Ichigo\'s hands had he not known he\'d end up spilling the treat all over himself if he tried to feed himself right now.

It was a surprise to feel his stomach lurch and almost rebel after the first bite and Kon had to firmly clamp his mouth shut to keep it down. \"What the hell?\" he managed after a moment.

\"Your stomach hasn\'t had food in it in a little over half a year,\" Ishida explained. \"It needs to relearn to accept it.\"

\"Do you want more?\" Ichigo gently wiped away a little dribble of Jell-o from the corner of Kon\'s mouth and licked it off his own thumb. Kon was going to be a messy eater for a little while since his muscles weren\'t quite in working order. Not that Ichigo minded too much...so long as he got to keep all his fingers.

Kon nodded. It took him almost a half hour to eat the small cup of gelatin, what with having to wait a few minutes after each bite for his stomach to settle. Feeling strangely full, Kon leaned back into his pillows and closed his eyes.

There was a long moment of silence where Ichigo and Ishida simply watched him rest. Then Ichigo stood and threw out the cup and plastic spoon he\'d been given. \"So, what do you want us to do?\"

\"Stay?\" the Mod Soul murmured, taking Ishida\'s hand and reaching out for Ichigo\'s.

Ishida moved from the chair to the bed and lightly kissed Kon. \"Of course.\"

Coming around to the other side of the bed, Ichigo settled on the mattress and wordlessly took Kon\'s reaching hand. He brushed that errant lock of hair from Kon\'s forehead and looked up to Ishida for a moment before looking back to Kon. \"You should get some rest. We\'ll stay as long as we can.\"

It was still weird to hear himself say open and somewhat-mushy stuff like that, but it was getting more comfortable. More natural.

Watching as Kon fell asleep, comforted by the presence of his lovers, Ishida smiled and toyed with Kon\'s fingers. \"He really did choose well,\" he murmured, running his free hand through long, messy, dirty-blond hair and watching as the movement brought out highlights of light blond.

\"Mm. He\'s going to be a real heart-throb.\" Ichigo couldn\'t help but sound a little bitter. Just a tiny bit anyway. He didn\'t want to share either of his lovers with the girls at their school. Uryuu, he didn\'t have to worry about much, but if Kon transferred... He probably would, too, which would have its pluses and downfalls. Kon would be with them all the time, but he\'d be the target of lots of love letters and swooning in the body he\'d chosen.

\"Our heart-throb.\" Long fingers curled around the back of Ichigo\'s neck and pulled him close for a brief kiss. Smirking, Ishida added, \"Besides, do you really think Kon\'ll be able to keep admirers with that mouth of his? You know very well how annoying his chatter can get, especially around girls. I won\'t be surprised if he scares them all away. And if his chatter doesn\'t, your scowl of doom will.\" Ishida playfully nipped the end of Ichigo\'s nose.

\"True,\" Ichigo agreed and grabbed the front of Ishida\'s shirt to pull him into a more lingering kiss. He let him go after a moment and smirked. \"Tonight, you and I will have small celebration of our own and at the same time plan all the things we can do to get back at Kon for all the pranks he\'s pulled and times that he\'s been annoying. Now that he has his own body, it\'ll be more satisfying and we won\'t be abusing my body in the process.\"

\"How did we ever abuse your body more than you and I did before Kon joined us?\" Payback sounded like a good idea, and Ishida was already forming ideas on how to get Kon back for all the times the Mod Soul had played pranks on him. The incident involving all his pins spread out on the carpet came to mind.

\"That idiot has abused my body from day one,\" Ichigo grumbled, but there\'s was affection in the insult. Sighing, the red head looked to the doorway. \"His parents will be back soon...\"

\"We\'ll leave when they get here. I don\'t want to leave him alone, not with the way he\'s radiating spirit force.\"

Nodding, the Shinigami turned back to look at Kon\'s sleeping face. \"Yeah,\" he agreed and gently caressed the Mod Soul\'s cheek. \"You stay here. I\'ll go get his Spirit Phone now and see if I can\'t get one for Hideki. Stay with him as long as you can. He\'ll never be technically alone again once he\'s got that.\"

Ichigo stood and slowly untangled his fingers from Kon\'s.

\"Alright. Say \'hi\' to Yuroichi-san for me. And tell Urahara to keep his nose out of other people\'s business.\" Ishida smirked, knowing no matter how many times they told the ex-Shinigami to mind his own business he would completely ignore them and continue to be a pest. Sometimes a grudgingly welcome pest, but a pest nonetheless.

\"Yeah. Right,\" Ichigo mumbled and headed out the door.

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*Months Later*

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\'So this is what school life is really like,\' Kon thought as he ate his lunch, surrounded by friends and new classmates. Today was his first day of school, a few months after he\'d entered his body and begun physical therapy. He\'d astounded the doctors with just how fast he\'d gotten into shape. They would have been even more amazed had they know how little sleep he\'d gotten - almost every night Ichigo or Ishida or both of them came to tutor him, bringing him up to their level. It had been extensive, exhausting, and often frustrating, but it had definitely been worth it. With continued help, no one would ever notice Kon hadn\'t known a tiny fraction of what he did now half a year ago.

Chad leaned closer to Ichigo and whispered, \"Is that really Kon?\" He and Inoue had been very surprised to feel Kon\'s spirit force coming from the new student as opposed to Ichigo\'s or Rukia\'s or even Ishida\'s bookbag. They hadn\'t known about the search of a body for Kon.

\"Nn,\" Ichigo grunted and took another bite of his sandwich. He put it down after a few moments and looked to Ishida. Was now a good time to tell everyone? They were in school, so their friends couldn\'t make too much of a fuss and then it would give them a whole night to think about the newly revealed situation before they had to face the three of them again.

The Archer didn\'t notice his glance, too busy being amused by just how focused Kon was on his food. After all this time, the Mod Soul was still fascinated by any kind of food. The best part was watching Inoue offer Kon her latest strange concoction, which he accepted. Nobody believed either of them when they said it was good.

\"Oi! Ishida.\" Ichigo stood after setting his remaining sandwich half aside. \"Come here,\" he stated as he turned and headed over to the edge of the rooftop to lean against the chain link fence that surrounded their favorite spot to eat lunch.

Ishida reluctantly followed. \"What?\" he stated, not happy with being dragged away from his amusement.

\"We should tell them.\" Ichigo\'s gaze turned to the group who had all turned their attention to Kon as he stole Ichigo\'s sandwich. The red head gritted his teeth but held his peace. He\'d beat the imp for it later.

\"All of them? Or just them?\" the Quincy asked, meaning Chad and Inoue. Ishida smirked as Kon shoved the whole sandwich half in his mouth. The smirk turned into a frown when Kon moved to attack Ishida\'s unfinished lunch.

\"Everyone.\"

\"Don\'t even think about it, Kon!\" The Mod Soul squeaked and backed off. Shaking his head, Ishida turned most of his attention on Ichigo. \"Are you sure about that? I don\'t mind if Sado-kun and Inoue-san know, not even Kojima really, but Asano... He\'s the type to spread it around.\"

\"Can\'t play favorites amongst your friends, Uryuu.\" Ichigo sighed and pushed off the fence, stuffing his hands in his pockets. \"We should just tell them all now. No hurt feelings or emotional fits to deal with later if we do it this way.\"

\"And if Asano does spread it around the school, it means less worry for you about Kon getting a troupe of admirers.\" Pushing his glasses up his nose, Ishida smirked.

\"Tch. Yeah. Something like that. Whatever. Let\'s just get it over with. Are you gonna speak to Kon first or should we just tell everyone without letting Kon know we\'re going to?\"

\"Let\'s talk to him first. It\'s really up to him. We\'re comfortable here and don\'t bother to worry about what others think. Kon just got here and might want to settle in first.\"

Nodding, Ichigo called out, \"Kon!\" and once the Mod Soul was looking at him, jerked his head back in a \"get over here now\" gesture. Ishida could go or he could stay. It was up to him. Ichigo figured they\'d look pretty suspicious and if Kon decided he wanted to wait, people might suspect anyway and things could get uncomfortable or complicated.

Wiping the crumbs from his chin, Kon got up and bounded over. \"Yeah, what\'s up?\"

\"We were gonna tell them.\" There was no point in beating around the bush. \"Do you care or would you rather we waited until your settled in more?\"

\"If you want us to wait, we will,\" Ishida added.

Kon shrugged and put his hands behind his head. \"Fine with me. You two are the ones with reputations to worry about. Nobody knows what to think of me yet.\" Besides, he had all the friends he could want in his lovers and the rest of their Hollow-fighting crew. \'One of these days we\'re gonna have to come up with a name for ourselves.\'

\"Then it\'s settled. Let\'s go.\"

The Shinigami wasted no time in heading back over to their little huddle of friends. He stood looking down at them for a second and then settled, cross-legged as he had been before. He waited in silence for the other two to rejoin them.

Kon settled in the same position right beside the red head and waited quietly, not sure who was going to break the news, but it didn\'t really matter since the news would be broken just the same.

Ishida decided to get everyone\'s attention by sitting down heavily right in Ichigo\'s lap. The group fell silent so quickly it seemed as if a greater power had suddenly pressed the mute button.

It was Inoue who broke the shocked silence. \"Ano... Ishida-kun what are you doing?\"

Rukia wisely set down her juice. She did not want a repeat of the time she spit chocolate milk everywhere.

\"What the hell are you doing, boge!?\" Ichigo growled and planted his hands in the middle of the Archer\'s back. What was the freak thinking!? This wasn\'t what he\'d meant at all!

Blinking, the Mod Soul stared for a whole second before smirking and scooting a little further from Ichigo. Just in case the red head lost his temper. This was going to be very...interesting...

\"You said you wanted to tell them.\" Ishida didn\'t resist Ichigo\'s push, but he didn\'t budge in the slightest either.

\"Tell us what, Ichigo?\" Tatsuki deadpanned and stared at him hard. Ichigo shoved harder ignoring her.

\"I meant tell them! Not this! Get off, you freak!\" Ishida couldn\'t be serious!

Still not budging, Ishida looked at Kon and motioned him over, preferably to join him in Ichigo\'s lap.

Chuckling evilly, Kon rose and resettled himself in Ichigo\'s lap once Ishida made room. Ichigo looked as mad as a wet cat.

\"I think one of you better say something before Ichigo kills you,\" Rukia chuckled, greatly enjoying Ichigo\'s discomfort. If only she had a camera on her to capture that pissed off expression forever.

\"Kurosaki, Kon, and I are together,\" Ishida said so seriously and in such a matter-of-fact tone, none of them could even think for a second that he was pulling their leg.

Again the silence, only this time everyone (except Chad and Rukia) broke it by screaming, \"WHAT?!\"

\"Yep. We\'ve been together for a while. Before I came to this school, but that\'s only because Ichigo and I met earlier. He was with Ishida at the time and everything just sort of...fell into place after a little while.\" Kon grinned and leaned back resting his head on Ichigo\'s shoulder. The red head looked like he was part fuming and part pouting.

\"How long?\" Chad asked quietly, the only semi-sane voice in the surprised group.

Kon grinned. \"Oh, about a year and a half now.\"

\"Over a year?! But- but- Kon-kun- he- he used to- my head huuuuuurts,\" Inoue whined and put her hands on her head. Kon used to be a stuffed animal! How could he have been with Kurosaki and Ishida before he got his own body?!

\"He used mine, Inoue,\" Ichigo explained softly and finally gave in, settling his arms around his lovers\' waists. \"I took the soul candy and let him have my body.\"

Unfortunately, Mizuiro had very good ears and heard Ichigo\'s whisper. \"Used yours? Soul candy? What are you taking about?\"

\"This is wonderful,\" Rukia broke in, in her insanely cheerful voice as she leapt to her feet. \"We should celebrate their coming out!\"

\"Rukia...\" Ichigo began, not liking the way her eyes glinted. He hadn\'t thought Mizuiro would hear since he\'d murmured it to someone who was sitting so close. Now, Asano looked even more confused, but he had yet to say anything at all.

Nodding in agreement, Kon grinned even more broadly. \"A party?! I like that idea!\"

\"You just want to stuff your face, Kon. You\'re going to end up fat,\" Ishida scolded. Only Ichigo and Kon could hear the affection behind the reprimand.

\"So? Would it really be bad to celebrate what we are to each other and that we\'ve included our friends?\" Kon batted his lashes at Ishida shamelessly, eyes looking ready to tear up.

\"Tch. Suck up.\" Ichigo shook his head, but silently thanked Rukia for the quick save. Her complete distraction was a blessing.

Eyebrow twitching, Tatsuki got to her feet. \"Ichigo, can I talk to you for a second?\" She didn\'t bother to wait for his answer, grabbing the back of his shirt and dragging him right out from underneath his lovers towards the far edge of the roof.

Sputtering, he had no choice but to \"follow.\" When she finally let him go, Ichigo wheezed a second to catch his breath, then stood upright.
\"Nanda?\" he grumbled.

\"What the hell are you thinking, getting involved with two other guys?!\" she hissed, hands on her hips and eyes protectively fierce.

\"What do you mean \'what am I thinking?\'\"
Folding his arms, Ichigo waited for her to explain herself. He couldn\'t see what the problem was.

\"One guy, fine, but two?! What if they end up deciding they like each other more and abandon you?\"

Ichigo\'s expression softened and he looked off to the side. One hand came up to cradle the back of his own neck and he shrugged. \"I hadn\'t thought about it,\" he answered honestly.

\"You never do. Moron.\" Sighing, Tatsuki straightened. \"Are you happy with them?\" She growled it, not bothering to hide her intention of beating Ishida and Kon to a pulp if they didn\'t make one of her oldest friends happy.

\"Yeah.\" Ichigo sighed and looked back to her. He was still scowling. He always was, but at least she knew that he was seriously taking what she had to say to heart.

\"Are you really happy with them?\"

\"Yes, Tatsuki. I\'m happy with them. I wouldn\'t be with them if I wasn\'t.\"

Tatsuki smirked. \"No, you wouldn\'t. But if they try anything...\" She punched her palm to make her point.

Grimacing a little, Ichigo dropped his hand. \"It\'ll be fine, Tatsuki...but...thanks.\"

\"Don\'t think I won\'t beat you up if you try anything against them. We may not be kids anymore but I can still trash you.\" Now she was just teasing him.

\"Tch. Yeah. Sure, whatever.\" Ichigo waved her off good-naturedly and headed back to the group. He returned to sit beside Ishida and leaned back on his hands, stretching his long legs out into the center of the circle.

\"What di- OW!\" Ishida rubbed the sore spot on his head where Tatsuki had hit him on her way by and frowned at her. Judging by Kon\'s whimpering, she\'d gotten him too.

Ichigo said nothing, but there was a light, satisfied smirk on his lips as he tipped his head back and stared at the clouds as they puffed through the bluer than blue sky. Life was good. Everyone had returned to normal conversation, no longer really fazed by the three\'s revelation.

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\"Eiji-nii-chan!\" The instant Kon walked through the door, he was dive-bombed by the hyper five-year-old. Little arms latched onto his leg and squeezed.

\"Hey, kiddo!\" Kon scooped up his energetic little brother and tossed him into the air before catching him and hugging him tightly. \"Didya miss me?\"

\"Welcome home, Eiji-kun. How was your first day of school?\"

Smiling at the woman wiping her hands clean in the kitchen doorway, Kon beamed. \"It was great. I\'m glad you let me transfer to Ishida and Ichigo\'s school, Mom. I have tons of people that I can get along with there.\"

She smiled back, glad to see her son so happy. \"Good. Can you please help Hideki-chan put his things away? He\'s making a mess of things in his room.\"

\"Am not!\" Hideki pouted.

\"Sure, Mom. C\'mon, Hideki. Let\'s go clean your room.\" Taking the little boy\'s hand, Kon lead him down the hall to his room and closed the door. \"I have something for you. It took Ichigo some serious arguing but he finally got Urahara to give you your own Spirit Phone. Here. Whaddya think?\"

Kon handed Hideki the small flip phone and grinned.

\"A spirit phone? What\'s it do?\" Hideki opened it and didn\'t notice anything strange or special about it.

\"If you ever get really scared, or something bad happens, you can call any of these numbers. I programmed it already. See, you hit this button here and these are the names: Kuchiki Rukia, Kurosaki Ichigo, Inoue Orihime, Ishida Uryuu, Sado Yasutora, Sakuma Eiji and Urahara Kisuke. Just call any of them by hitting this green button with their name highlighted and they\'ll come help you. Just tell them you\'re Kon\'s little brother Hideki and that you need help. They\'ll come as quickly as they can or they\'ll send someone to help you. Understand?\"

Hideki nodded. Thankfully the names where spelled out in hiragana instead of kanji, making it easy for him to read them. He highlighted \"Sakuma Eiji\" and pressed the green button.

Kon\'s phone buzzed from its clip where it was attached to his pocket and tucked inside. \"Good job, Hideki,\" he praised with a grin and pulled the phone out to shut the ring tone off. \"Remember that it\'s only for emergencies or if you\'re really scared. Alright?\"

\"Only if I\'m scared. Like if I see a monster?\" A few long and careful discussions had revealed that Hideki could already see Hollows and Ichigo wasn\'t the first Shinigami he\'d seen. Fortunately he wasn\'t a huge target - yet.

\"Yes, like if you see a monster, or a Shinigami that isn\'t Ichigo, Rukia or Urahara.\"

\"Okay.\" Nodding solemnly, Hideki tucked the phone into his pocket and held up his arms to be lifted.

Kon picked the little boy up and hugged him. \"I don\'t want anything bad to happen to you. You\'re “glowy” like you said I am and to those monsters, that makes you look like candy. Other Shinigami...I just don\'t want to trust them. Understand?\"

\"Why don\'t you trust them? Ichi-nii-chan is a good person.\" Little arms wrapped tightly around Kon\'s neck and Hideki rested his head on the Mod Soul\'s shoulder.

\"It\'s really complicated but let\'s just say that the Shinigami made me and then the next day said I had to be destroyed. If it wasn\'t for Ichigo and Rukia, I wouldn\'t be here right now. I think the other Shinigami would want to follow the order to destroy me.\"

Kon settled on the edge of Hideki\'s small bed and settled the boy astride him lap.

Hideki understood that a Shinigami might want to kill Kon, even if he didn\'t understand the reason. \"Then I won\'t call you if I see a Shinigami. I\'ll call somebody else. I don\'t want you dead like Eiji-nii-chan.\" He kissed Kon\'s cheek. \"Thank you for the present, Kon-nii-chan. I promise to use it only when I have to.\"

\"Ii ko da,\" Kon murmured, kissing his crown. \"Now let\'s get this room picked up, ne?\"

\"It\'s not messy!\"

\"Look at it!\" Laughing, Kon set him on the floor. \"Start cleaning, little mister, or I\'ll tickle torture you as punishment!\"

Hideki squeaked and began picking things up as fast as he could. Anything to avoid the dreaded tickle torture.

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*Later That Evening*

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Kon gathered his things and headed down to the foyer, thankful that it was Saturday night. \"Hideki, you be a good boy for Mom and Dad while I\'m gone. Remember to call me if you need anything and to call anyone you can get a hold of if there\'s an emergency.\"

\"Yup. See you later.\" Hideki hugged Kon\'s leg and then ran back into the house when he heard his favorite show start.

Kon was just about out the door when his mother\'s voice stopped him. \"Eiji-kun? Where are you going at this hour?\"

\"Ishida\'s, Mom. He and Ichigo are waiting for me. We\'re gonna study and hang out.\" Straightening, he turned to face her with a smile, pushing long, dirty-gold locks from his eyes.

Tomoe was obviously very reluctant to let him go - she didn\'t want to chance losing her son again - but in the end she decided to let him go. It would be cruel to hide him away from the world. \"Hm. Be back by midnight.\"

\"Mom, it\'s a sleep over,\" he blinked, surprised by her displeased look. What was the problem with him hanging out with a few good friends?

\"You didn\'t ask for permission first, Eiji-kun, and you didn\'t tell us you were planning on leaving tonight. Be glad I\'m letting you go. Be home by midnight.\" Her tone promised dire consequences if disobeyed.

\"But, Mom! It\'s just Ishida\'s place! You know where that is and you know Ishida and Ichigo. It\'s not like we\'re gonna get in trouble if we\'re studying and watching movies! It was a last minute thing we talked about after school.\"

\"So you should have told me when you came home from school. No more arguing, or you\'re not going at all.\"

Kon huffed and left without another word. He got to Ishida\'s fast because he ran at Mod Soul speed and knocked loudly on the door. As soon as it opened he came in and sighed. \"Mom says I have to be home at midnight...\" he pouted.

\"What? Why?\" Ishida closed and locked the door as Kon toed off his shoes.

\"Because I didn\'t tell her right when I got home that we\'d planned this, and because I didn\'t ask permission to stay overnight.\" Making a face, Kon dropped onto a sitting cushion next to Ishida\'s living room table and sulked at the unfairness of it all.

Ichigo left the bathroom and joined them in nothing but his boxers and a white wife-beater. \"What\'s goin\' on?\"

\"Kon\'s mother is being a pain. He can\'t stay past midnight.\" Ishida went into the kitchen to get them drinks.

Ichigo raised a brow and reached for the phone. He took a swig from his soda bottle as he eyed it and then looked up to Ishida as he set the phone back in its cradle by the couch\'s armrest. \"Y\'know, Uryuu...you could call his house around midnight and tell his mom that we all fell asleep and that you just woke up and noticed the time. She might buy it.\"

\"She might. Kon?\" The Archer sat down and opened his bottle of iced tea.

\"I hope she will.\" Kon sighed and folded his arms on the table, resting his chin on them. \"I want to stay here tonight. We haven\'t had to just be together and not worry about anything in way too long.\"

\"Come here, wimp,\" Ichigo commanded with an affectionate smirk and playfully chucked a couch pillow at Kon. He scooted to the middle and took another drink from his soda bottle. It was, oddly enough, strawberry in flavor and it was actually pretty good. He\'d brought snacks and sweet drinks with him, knowing that Ishida wasn\'t likely to have much of that sort of stuff.

Snagging the pillow, Kon chucked it back at Ichigo and loudly razzed him as he sat up. \"I am not a wimp.\"

\"Fine. Whatever. Just come here.\" Ichigo had neatly caught the pillow and laid it aside once more, finishing off his pop in the process. He set the empty bottle on the low table in front of him and leaned back, tossing his arms over the back of the couch. Now he just had to wait for Kon and Uryuu to hurry their asses up and join him.

\"Make me,\" Kon shot back, smirking.

Rolling his eyes in amusement, Ishida continued to drink his iced tea and watch his lovers goof off.

\"Or don\'t. It\'s your loss. Uryuu?\" Ichigo patted his thighs invitingly and kept his head tipped back and his eyes hooded.

\"Make me,\" the brunet parroted, sharing a mirthful look with Kon.

Ichigo closed his eyes and let himself fall onto his side then drew his legs up and turned onto his back, stretching out. \"\'K. Don\'t. More sleep for me,\" he murmured and folded one arm over his stomach and one over his eyes.

A quiet moan drew his attention and when Ichigo uncovered his eyes, Kon was sitting in Ishida\'s lap and devouring his neck as the Archer kneaded Kon\'s ass. Ishida threw Ichigo a heated come-hither look over Kon\'s shoulder.

Slowly sitting up, Ichigo leaned forward, bracing his hands on the edge of the couch as soon as his feet touched the floor. His chocolate eyes were riveted to the scene before him as he stared, drinking in the sight of his lovers putting on a show that, as far as he was concerned, was all for him. They might be getting something out of it, but he was the one enjoying the view. It would take more than that look from the Quincy Archer\'s beautiful blue-black gaze to get him to come to them.

Cloth was pulled up to reveal a glimpse of pale skin and part of a graceful spine, only to fall back down and hide that untouched flesh. Ishida then pulled Kon\'s belt out of his pant loops, allowing the denim to dip down and reveal the small of a back and the very beginning of an asscrack. Both were hidden by a long-fingered hand as it dove into the gap between fabric and skin. All the while Ishida moaned, turning his head in any direction Kon wanted him to, his eyes never leaving Ichigo\'s face.

Ok. That was more than enough enticement. Ichigo was on his knees behind Kon before the Archer could complete a blink. A soft nuzzle shoved the longish, blond hair off the back of Kon\'s neck and warm lips replaced silken strands. Strong, lithe arms wrapped around Kon\'s ribs, wrists crossing as Ichigo pressed forward and experimentally tweaked Kon\'s nipples. This body would have different erogenous spots. Spots that were specific to it alone. Ichigo\'s body was old hat to both the Quincy and the Death God, but Kon\'s body...was entirely new territory since they hadn\'t had any time to explore it. They\'d been too busy helping Kon with his therapy and catching the Mod Soul up with the rest of their class to do anything but help Kon, slay Hollows, go to school and sleep. Needless to say, there was a ton of pent up sexual frustration amongst them.

Gasping as Ichigo\'s touch to his nipples made every nerve zing with life, Kon groaned and burrowed his face into Ichigo\'s neck, tangling his fingers in Ishida’s blue-black hair. All the little bolts of lightning collected and shot down his spine straight to his groin. Pants quickly becoming uncomfortably tight, Kon lifted himself onto his knees and writhed as his breath grew steadily ragged. Ichigo took the moment to quickly yank off his shirt, but Kon returned his hands to Ishida’s body so quickly that it was like there hadn’t been a pause at all.

Not one to turn down such a wonderful opportunity, Ishida trailed his hands to Kon\'s front and slowly, torturously slowly unzipped Kon\'s pants, applying a firm, steady pressure to the swelling flesh underneath.

\"Hold him still, Ichigo,\" he purred, lapping at the exposed skin of Kon\'s stomach.

\"Hai.\"

Ichigo\'s voice was deep and heavy with lust as he caught Kon\'s hands by sliding his own down the Mod Soul\'s arms. With the shaking appendages in his grasp, Ichigo drew them back, folding them against Kon\'s own shoulders and pinning him to Ichigo\'s chest as the redhead rose up on his knees to meet the blond\'s height. Whatever Ishida was planning, Ichigo wanted to see and so, as he attacked the side of Kon\'s neck with strong teeth and wet kisses, he watched the Quincy with sharp but hooded eyes.

All too soon Kon\'s pants where a puddle of fabric around his knees, revealing a pair of old, worn black silk boxers. Ishida recognized them immediately.

\"You stole my favorite pair, you bastard.\" He nipped at Kon\'s firm stomach as punishment, denying his attention to the obvious tent below his chin.

\"I like...Nhg... having them. I took some of Ichi-uhhhn-go\'s, too.\" Kon was trembling like a leaf under the new sensations of a body that was all his own being tormented by hungry mouths and hot skin. He was certain it was partially mental but also partially new feelings physically.

A sharp nip answered that statement. \"Asshole,\" Ichigo murmured, but he really didn\'t sound all that miffed.

Ishida decided now wasn\'t the time to admit he\'d also nabbed some of Ichigo\'s boxers. There was something wonderfully erotic and intimate in wearing his lover\'s underwear.

Nimble hands slid up the back of Kon\'s boxers to cup his ass as Ishida probed Kon\'s navel with the tip of his tongue. Together, he and Ichigo would map Kon\'s body, memorizing every patch of skin that was overly sensitive, learning his favorite spots and the best ways to turn his mind into absolute mush.

Meanwhile, Ichigo kept one eye on Ishida and the rest of his attention on Kon’s neck, shoulder and ear. A teasing tongue playfully dipped into the canal, thrusting in and out in an erotic mockery of what was going to eventually happen that night. Ichigo made sure to bathe the entire outer shell in slow, seductive licks before moving back down to Kon’s neck, nipping the willingly exposed flesh.

Kon writhed between them, shaking so hard he seemed to vibrate with lust and sensory response. His lovers were winding him tighter than a fine-tuned instrument and he felt like he could burst at any moment. Futilely, he tried to pull his hands free from Ichigo’s grip, but found that the orange haired Shinigami wouldn’t have it. Whimpering, he pressed back into Ichigo’s body and wriggled his ass pleadingly against the Death God’s tented boxers.

With a deep moan, Ichigo ground back, drawing an answering groan from the blond he held captive. “Uryuu…I want him.” Tonight was about Kon and showing him the pleasures of his new body. “We’ve got all night, but I want him…now. We can play with him after.”

\"What makes you think you can have him first?\" Smirking, Ishida trailed light kisses down the fine line of bronze hair from Kon\'s navel to the waistband of his boxers, nudging the cloth down with his nose until the waistband sat just above the base of Kon\'s straining arousal. A wet, hot tongue followed the trail of hair back up to Kon\'s navel as Ishida teasingly circled Kon\'s entrance with a calloused finger pad.

Strong fingers cupped Ishida\'s jaw and drew him up eye-level with Ichigo. \"Because...I want to see his first blow job and you know how much I like to see you give head.\"

Sometimes one had to give a little to get a little and Ichigo was more than willing to sacrifice a little more of his close-mouthed image to receive the pleasure of being the first to actually take Kon.

Kon shook with excitement as his lovers discussed who would be the first to claim him, as if he were a piece of meat. It was both torture and bliss to hear them argue over him. Ishida\'s tongue and kisses had set his groin on fire, and his length was now painfully hard, creating a large damp spot on his boxers. He didn\'t care who took him first, since he knew by the end of the night he would\'ve been claimed by both of them. All he wanted right now was release, preferably by being fucked into mindlessness. Whimpering in need, Kon rocked back and forth into his lovers\' hips, begging for them to make up their minds.

The Archer grabbed Ichigo\'s ass and yanked him forward in response to Kon\'s whimper, squeezing Kon between them and putting a heavenly pressure on their erections. \"Nnaah... Fine,\" Ishida agreed breathlessly, hips bucking forward in shallow thrusts against Kon\'s groin. \"But only... ngh... because you like to see me give head.\"

\"Good.\" Ichigo purred softly as he rocked forward into Kon\'s rear. \"Start sucking,\" he added meaning Ishida could begin his end of the bargain any time now. Ichigo bent backwards and reached for the low table\'s only drawer. For once, he was glad Ishida was such an OCD freak. The old wood drawer creaked a little as Ichigo pulled it out. It actually looked like decoration instead of an actual drawer, since there was a fake match on the other side, but Ishida had showed Ichigo a long time ago that he kept lubricant in there.

Returning to the pair, Ichigo popped the cap and smirked wickedly as he poured some onto his fingers. It was plain, but Kon would be flavor enough when all was said and done.

Hands freed, Kon latched onto Ishida\'s hair and yanked him forward into a rough, demanding kiss. It had been much too long since the last time they got to be together like this and Kon was starving.

Moaning as Kon devoured his mouth, Ishida shoved Kon\'s boxers off his hips and grabbed the blond\'s ass, spreading the cheeks wide in preparation for Ichigo\'s attack.

Gentle, wet fingers traced Kon\'s exposed entrance. \"You feel like you\'re going to be so tight.\" The words seemed as though they were spoken mostly to himself as Ichigo slowly slid a finger in, probing the virginal body tenderly.

\"Ok?\" he panted, the rejecting constriction of Kon\'s body making him think things he should probably wait to think about until after he was in.

His answer was a loud gasp followed by a high, needy whine as Kon threw his head back. Even if Kon\'s body didn\'t know what was going on, Kon\'s mind did and translated the pain of being invaded by Ichigo\'s finger into pleasure and hunger for more. He wriggled his ass, silently begging Ichigo to go deeper.

Ishida dove to attack Kon\'s neck, leaving behind numerous bite marks. The sight of Kon completely naked and fully aroused made Ishida\'s mouth water, his own erection demanding to be set free from the confines of his pants. Kissing down to Kon\'s chest, the Archer clamped his lips on a pale nipple and roughly sucked as he fisted Kon\'s arousal.

Ichigo\'s chuckle was amused. \"I\'ll take that as a definite yes.\" Probing deeper, the Shinigami nibbled Kon\'s shoulder and lubed up his own erection. He was getting a little impatient.

Kon moaned loudly and arched, body flexing around Ichigo\'s finger. \"U-ryuuu, onegai...\"

\"Please what?\" Tugging on the bud of flesh with his teeth, Ishida started to slowly pump Kon\'s arousal, pressing his thumb against the throbbing vein and smearing precum over the head.

\"You mouth...uhn, please,\" Kon tried again. His back bowed alluringly as Ichigo brushed his prostate, elliciting a soft whimper and more precum from him. He was ready damn it!

\"Ichigo,\" he added in a gasp. That was hopefully all he\'d need to say.

\"Mm,\" Ichigo purred in agreement and withdrew his finger only to position his straining erection there instead. Catching the Mod Soul\'s hips, the Shinigami steadied Kon and slowly pressed forward. He grunted as the head slipped past the last of Kon\'s body\'s defenses and completely sheathed himself in a matter of moments. Kon\'s body was unbelievably snug around his throbbing arousal and Ichigo moaned and bit the blond\'s shoulder, trembling with pleasure.

\"How tight is he, Ichigo?\" Ishida asked in a rough, lust-heavy voice, trembling as Kon\'s strained whimpers heightened his arousal even further. \"How tight?\" He coaxed the joined pair up off their knees and back onto the couch, giving him better access to Kon\'s dripping erection. Loving the way Kon whimpered and whined, Ishida wrapped calloused fingers around the base of Kon\'s erection and stroked as teasingly sucked on the leaking head.

\"Like a vice.\"

The words were mumbled through gritted teeth as Ichigo bent Kon\'s legs up at the knee and helped him fold them back. It was a precarious position, but with Ichigo holding him firmly by the hips, Kon had nothing to fear of falling. Those same strong hands tightened on the Mod Soul\'s body, fingers digging into skin, and Kon was lifted off Ichigo\'s heavy length, pushing Kon\'s pelvis into Ishida\'s face. A moan drifted out of Ichigo\'s throat at the sight of Ishida\'s lips around the purpled head of their lover\'s member.

Between his lovers, Kon writhed and panted their names as they made his whole body vibrate with almost unbearable pleasure. The heavy beads of sweat running down his hot body did nothing to cool him, in fact, adding to his state of excitement as Ichigo and Ishida drank the droplets right off his skin. It was hot beyond belief to watch his erection slide in and out of Ishida\'s mouth in time with Ichigo\'s thrust, sometimes spotting Ishida\'s talented tongue as it danced along the underside of his swollen length. Chest-deep moans flew past his lips with increasing frequency as he was shoved towards the edge of oblivion.

Increasing his pace gradually, Ichigo held Kon slightly aloft, balancing the Mod Soul on his knees on the couch cushions. Every jerk of his hips sank him deeper into pleasure until he was panting as heavily as Kon. Leaning to the left slightly, the red head swallowed hard, tongue remembering the sensation of wrapping around a blood-heavy arousal as he watched Ishida blow Kon like his life depended on it. That was part of the reason Ichigo liked to watch Ishida give head so much. He always put so much into the act: so much passion, so much seduction, so much hunger…

“Gods, Uryuu…Just like that,” Ichigo purred and reached out with one hand to run his fingers through one swinging lock of bangs. His other hand tightened a little on Kon’s hip to keep him steady.

Mouth wonderfully full, all Ishida could do was blissfully hum in response to Ichigo\'s physical and verbal caresses. One long-fingered hand snaked between Kon and Ichigo\'s legs, slipping beneath the Shinigami’s delectable ass until Ishida was able to probe the Shinigami\'s entrance. He coaxed the ring of muscle into allowing a single finger in, and as he searched for Ichigo\'s prostate, his other hand cupped Kon\'s heavy balls, stroking them while simultaneously pressing the strip of skin behind them.

That livened Ichigo’s thrusts right up, the Death God thrusting harder into Kon’s ass just so he could slam himself back down on Ishida’s fingers as a second slipped inside, stretching him and probing deeper.

“Arch your, uhn! Arch your back…Kon. Tilt your hipssss.” Hissing as his prostate was struck, Ichigo flexed his body around Uryuu’s fingers and fisted his other hand in the Quincy’s bangs.

Kon panted, but obeyed as best as he could, bowing his head and relishing the feel of his own longish hair brushing his flushed cheekbones. He closed his eyes and moaned wantonly as Ichigo’s erection finally bumped his prostate. He was going to cum. He could feel the oblivion rushing up to meet him. “I’m…gonna…oh, gods, I’m gonna…”

A loud scream of pure ecstasy exploded from Kon\'s throat when Ishida squeezed his balls just as Ichigo hit his prostate again. He vaguely felt Ishida swallow around his spurting length as white flooded his vision and the pounding of his own heart deafened him. Every inch of him trembled with unparalleled pleasure. None of his times in Ichigo\'s body had been as mind-blowingly wonderful as this.

Ishida greedily swallowed all of Kon\'s cum, finishing just in time to catch the limp Mod Soul and capture his mouth in a passionate kiss, letting Kon taste himself. The kiss lasted only for a short, breathless moment, then Ishida stood up, pulling Kon up with him, and leaned forward until his nose brushed Kon\'s ear.

\"You taste like heaven, Kon,\" he purred, lust-glazed eyes focused on Ichigo, beckoning him forward for a taste.

With effort, Ichigo rose and, on shaky legs, edged forward until he was pressing Kon into Ishida’s body. Wrapping his arms around both of his boyfriends, Ichigo lazily caught Ishida’s lips in an exploratory kiss, tasting both Ishida’s mouth and Kon’s cum in the memorable heat.

“Mmmmh,” Ichigo hummed in agreement and grabbed Ishida’s ass, squeezing and pulling him tightly into Kon’s body. “Bedroom,” he added when he released Ishida’s lips.

\"Gladly.\" Delivering a sharp nip to Ichigo\'s bottom lip, then to Kon\'s sweaty neck, Ishida stepped back and went to the bedroom. The instant he was through the door, he felt hands on his body and the next thing he knew, he was being tossed onto the bed.

Ichigo was beside him in an instant, sucking the side of his neck as if he were some kind of candy. Deft, tan hands began to work off the Quincy\'s shirt as eager lips trailed up Ishida\'s throat to his jaw where strong teeth nibbled lightly.

Meanwhile, Kon crawled up from the foot of the bed and knelt between the Archer\'s thighs. Slowly, he unzipped Ishida\'s pants and slid them off, grinning when he looked up and found Ichigo\'s hand already down Ishida\'s boxers, teasing the weeping tip with one finger.

Vision grew blurry as Ishida focused all his attention on the amazing sensations Ichigo was causing. (His glasses had also fallen onto the floor when he\'d been thrown, so that didn\'t help that cause very much.)

\"Nnnngh, Ichigo...\" he moaned, thrusting his hips up into the Shinigami\'s hand and clutching at Ichigo\'s tank. He was already close to the edge, pushed there by Kon\'s taste and the sight of Ichigo taking Kon.

His boxers were suddenly gone as Kon pulled them off and while Ichigo continued to tease Ishida\'s tip, Kon licked at Ishida\'s balls and the large vein that pulsed steadily along the Archer\'s straining member\'s underside. He lapped at the hard flesh as if it were a treat and moaned as he pulled each of Ishida\'s balls into his mouth in turn.

Purring a moan into Ishida\'s ear, Ichigo murmured, \"Uryuu...what do you want? We\'ll answer any desire in this moment in time.\" It was a little chancy to offer someone so OCD and out there that heavy a gift, but Ichigo had glanced at Kon as he spoke and received a brief but approving smile. For the scene Ishida had given them in the living room, he deserved a little return.

\"A-a-ah! God, Kon! A-anything?\" Ishida tangled one set of fingers in Kon\'s hair, tugging the long strands in encouragement. Hazy blue-black eyes gazed at Ichigo, mouth open and temptingly wet.

\"Anything,\" the two chorused together and Ichigo licked Ishida\'s ear.

A wicked smirk bloomed on Ishida\'s lips and he whispered something in Ichigo\'s ear.

Ichigo blinked then shrugged a little and sat back. Honestly, the idea was making him hot again, though there was no way he\'d be hard again. At least, not for a little while yet. He\'d really spent himself in Kon\'s body.

\"On your knees, pest,\" he ordered the blond and reached for the lube in the nightstand drawer. He\'d forgotten the other tube in the living room somewhere.

\"On my- oh.\" Inquiry answered by the predatory expression on Ishida\'s face, Kon shuddered in anticipation and turned around, settling on his hands and knees with his ass towards Ishida. Knowing at least half of the Archer\'s plan, Kon watched over his shoulder as Ishida shook his head at the offered lube and knelt behind him. \"Ah!!\" The lube from before and Ichigo\'s cum made his entrance plenty slick enough for Ishida to slip his tongue in, getting him even wetter for what was to come. Sweat broke out on his body as he heated up with arousal.

Pleased, Ichigo watched for a moment before looking down at the lube in his hand. Raspberry flavored...Smirking wickedly, he popped the cap and tipped his head back, squeezing plenty of the gel into his mouth. Holding some in his cheek, he sidled up behind Ishida and grabbed the kneeling Archer\'s ass cheeks, one per hand, spreading them wide. He figured Ishida would have the sense to give him plenty of access on his own, but Ichigo gave him a hint by pressing up with one hand on the Archer\'s hip.

Ishida readily obeyed the redhead\'s silent command, bending over more and arching his back to give Ichigo better access.

Bending forward, Ichigo slipped his tongue past kiss-swollen lips and caressed the hidden ring of muscle. Letting a little of the lube slip out of his mouth he teased the constricted flesh, coaxing it gently to let him in. He purred in triumph as he succeeded, probing deeper gradually as lubricant slowly filled Ishida\'s channel. Ichigo had plans for a little later, if he wasn\'t too tired after now, and the lubricant there might come in handy.

Wanton moan after needy whimper spilled from Kon\'s throat and he lowered his shoulders spreading his legs wide for Ishida\'s assault, all but begging for Ishida to hurry and get him off. This was going to be one of the most memorable nights of his new life ever.

Impatience fueled by the noises Kon was making and the feel of Ichigo\'s tongue in his ass, Ishida pushed on Kon\'s hip until the Mod Soul fell onto his back, spread-eagled on the sheets. Ishida didn\'t give him time to wonder what was happening, seating himself to the hilt in Kon with one sharp thrust.

The blond was just as tight as Ichigo had said - like a vice around Ishida\'s swollen member. Trembling fingers brushed damp hair from Kon\'s forehead and Ishida kissed his face as he began to thrust, burying himself in that heavenly tight heat over and over again.

Ichigo watched for a moment as Kon arched and writhed beneath Ishida and then he moved in, reaching for Ishida\'s entrance and shoving two fingers inside. He spread the Archer\'s hole wide. Pulling them out again, Ichigo resumed rimming the Quincy and reached between his legs to fondle hard balls. They tightened at his touch and he growled, vibrating sensitive flesh.

Kon cried out when Ishida bit down on his neck, the Archer\'s whole body shaking from Ichigo\'s growl. Blunt nails raked Ishida\'s sweaty back as Kon fought for purchase, wanting to pull his lover closer and deeper. \"Uryuuuuu...\"

Thrusting deeper with each pump of his hips, Ishida showered Kon\'s face and neck with feverish kisses while moaning encouragement to Ichigo. He wasn\'t going to last much longer...

A soft nibble to the inside of one ass cheek was Ichigo\'s answer and then he plunged his fingers back in, squeezing Ishida\'s straining balls again in the process. It didn\'t take him long at all to locate and exploit Ishida\'s prostate from the inside and out.

\"Cum, Uryuu. I want to lick you both clean.\" It was a dirty thing to say, but Ichigo figured the truth couldn\'t hurt at this point.

That was the last straw. Unable to hold back anymore, Ishida spilled himself into Kon\'s waiting body with a loud cry and seconds later collapsed into a boneless heap, completely breathless with mind blown away.

\"God, I love you two...\"

The words were out before he\'d even thought them.

Kon’s panting lips turned up into an even bigger smile than he’d had before. Practically grinning now, the Mod Soul hugged Ishida’s limp body to him and lifted his legs as Ichigo stretched out on top of Ishida’s back. It was Ichigo that rolled them to their sides once Kon had his legs wrapped around both of them as best as he could.

“I love you guys, too,” Kon announced and murred happily at into Ishida’s neck at the confessions.

Ichigo was thoughtfully quiet for a moment before responding with a very soft. “Me, too.”

It wasn’t something he was used to saying, but he wanted to say at least something of what he felt for them here, too.

Humming blissfully, Ishida gently withdrew from Kon and reached behind with a limp hand to grab Ichigo\'s arm, pulling it around his waist. Firmly sandwiched between his lovers, Ishida let out a content sigh and fell into a light doze.

\"I think we lost him,\" Kon murmured, eyes shining with mirth. He was on cloud nine, feeling absolutely wonderful after being ravished by both his lovers and hearing the words he\'d wanted to hear for so long. In that moment, nothing could bring him down.

“Yeah, he’s out.” Ichigo chuckled very softly and propped his head up in the palm of his other hand. “How are you feeling? Is that body still properly working for you?”

Feeling completely at ease, Ichigo let his head fall onto his own bicep and reached forward over Ishida’s head with that hand to touch Kon’s face. It was a gentle caress of knuckles against smooth cheek, but there was more behind it, especially when Kon met Ichigo’s eyes again.

\"Mm-hm. Right down to the sore ass I know I\'m gonna have in the morning.\" Kon playfully wriggled his nose at Ichigo and smiled, turning his head to kiss the redhead\'s knuckles. He didn\'t mind having a sore ass at all, or the multiple bruises he knew were blooming on his neck and shoulders. They were all reminders of who his heart belonged to, and who’s belonged to him in turn.

Ichigo smiled faintly and caressed Kon’s lips with tender fingertips. “Nap. I’ll call your mom and let her know that you and Uryuu are sound asleep and that I just woke up myself.”

Kon looked over his shoulder at the clock on Ishida\'s nightstand. \"Mmm, better wait till later. It\'s only nine thirty. Not late enough for her to believe that it\'s better for me to stay here.\"

“Hai.”

Catching Kon’s arm, Ichigo pulled the Mod Soul closer and shifted until he was comfortable on the mattress. “Then we’ll all nap, clean up, have dinner and see what time it is then.”

\"I like that idea. Night, Ichi.\" Kon kissed the tips of his fingers, then pressed them to Ichigo\'s lips as he kissed Ishida\'s crown. A lazy, blissful smile on his face, Kon closed his eyes and let sleep take him.

It was several hours later that Ichigo opened sleepy eyes. He could clearly see the clock over Kon and Ishida\'s heads and he sighed at the sight, discontent with the idea of moving. In the end, he slid from bed and padded – naked – to the phone in the living room. Picking it up, he quickly dialed Kon\'s house number and waited.

Kon\'s mother answered immediately, clearly worried by her tone as to why \"Eiji-kun\" had not come home. Ichigo fortunately managed to quickly calm her down once the situation was explained and even got her to agree to letting Kon stay until tomorrow evening so \'they would have more time to study.\'

Triumphant, Ichigo hung up the phone and was about to turn around when pale arms circled his waist from behind and a head settled on his shoulder.

\"Who was that?\" Ishida asked sleepily, snuggling up to Ichigo\'s warm body.

\"Tomoe-san. I called her to tell her that \"Eiji\" was asleep.\" Tan hands settled on pale arms, Ichigo looking down to examine the difference in color and texture. \"I convinced her that we needed more study time and she agreed to let us have Kon until tomorrow evening.\"

\"Good. Wake up Kon and get the shower ready? I\'ll go put some food in the oven so it\'s ready when we get out.\" Warm lips caressed the nape of Ichigo\'s neck.

\"Sure.\"

Ichigo pulled away as Ishida did the same. He turned the shower on first, to let it heat up, and then headed into the bedroom where he settled on his side beside the still sleeping Mod Soul.

\"Ko~n...Kon, we\'re gonna shower and eat. It\'s time to get up for a little bit.\"

Tenderly, he kissed Kon\'s forehead and neck, stroking the smooth, toned stomach of his second lover. Really, there was no second and first unless one was considering time, but Ichigo wasn\'t in the mood to consider all that that might entail, so he pushed the thought into a corner of his mind and continued to gently try and wake Kon up.

\"Mmrphfffood?\" Kon mumbled, curling up a little before stretching and opening bleary eyes.

\"Yeah, but it won\'t be done until we\'re out of the shower. Sleep good?\"

\"Yyyeee-a-a-ah!-es. Yes.\" Licking his lips to unglue them, Kon rubbed the sleep from his eyes and smiled up at Ichigo. \"Where\'s Uryuu?\"

\"The kitchen or the shower. Let\'s go find out.\"

Standing, the red head stretched a little himself and padded out of the room again, still in the buff and completely unfazed. They kept the curtains in the house closed when they were at Ishida\'s place just because then it didn\'t matter if they were too relaxed to put clothes on. They found Ishida in the kitchen and Ichigo returned the Quincy\'s earlier gesture by walking up behind the Archer and wrapping his arms around him, snugging his hips right to Ishida\'s ass.

\"Mmm...What\'re we having?\" the Shinigami asked as he lowered his mouth to suck on Ishida\'s shoulder.

\"Pastries stuffed with chicken and vegetables. Is the shower ready?\" The Archer purred quietly and tipped his head to the side, giving Ichigo more room. This was the life.

\"Yeah-Ow! Kon, you bastard!\" Ichigo whipped around and caught the Mod Soul\'s wrist as he tried to pull away. \"What the hell...\" he trailed off as Kon\'s impish grin softened the pinch to his ass. \"Get in the shower, pest. I\'ll get you back for that in a second...with interest. Coming, Uryuu?\"

Ichigo began shoving Kon towards the bathroom, glancing over his shoulder at the Archer with a smirk.

\"Only if I get a share of that \'interest.\'\" Easily returning the smirk, Ishida checked the stove over one last time before following his lovers to the bathroom.

\"But I~chi~go,\" Kon purred as the Shinigami forced him under the spray, \"you have such a nice ass. I couldn\'t resist.\" He loved annoying Ichigo and Ishida just because it was fun to see their reactions, especially the ones that involved physical payback.

“You’re more than welcome to it,” Ichigo murmured to Ishida as he sank to his knees behind Kon and grabbed up the soap. They’d wash each other and eat and then relax before they started fooling around again. If they didn’t, something wouldn’t get accomplished and no one wanted to play around on full stomachs anyway. Ichigo and Ishida had learned that through experience. After all, sex was definitely a form of exercise.

\"What are you doing?\" Kon twisted at the waist and tried to look down at Ichigo over his shoulder.

\"I\'m going to wash your legs.\" Meaning it was an excuse to have his hands all over Kon.

The Mod Soul easily read the hidden meaning and grinned. \"Oh. Okay.\"

Ishida rolled his eyes in amusement as he stepped into the tiny shower. Quickly kissing Kon in a belated \'good morning/evening/whatever time it is,\' the Archer snatched the soap out of Ichigo\'s hand.

\"Oi! What the hell, you bastard!? I was using that!\" Ichigo glowered at Ishida and rose to his feet pulling Kon back against his chest. There was a mock challenge in his eyes that meant he was ready for an argument if Ishida was.

Kon blinked and then sweat dropped. If those two started it could be a long night indeed...but...there was something soothing about the pair when they argued. It was like...normalcy had fully set in and that sensation only lasted as long as the fights. It came at other times, but since the arguing happened more frequently it was the most noticeable moment of it.

\"So? It\'s mine. You should have brought some of your own.\" Presenting Ichigo with his annoyingly superior smirk, Ishida stepped back out of Ichigo\'s range and began to soap up.

\"Some host you are,\" Ichigo shot back and then glanced at Kon. \"Alright. Fine. You go ahead and get cleaned up while Kon and I have a little fun and then I\'ll \"borrow\" your soap when you\'re finished with it.\"

Pressing Kon against the wall was easy and Ichigo pressed right into the Mod Soul\'s back, nibbling his shoulder. \"Feel up to a little \"fun,\" Kon?\"

\"Only if it doesn\'t involve my ass.\" Kon laughed at the scowl on Ishida\'s face. He hated being left out, even in teasing. Just to pester Ichigo, Kon added, \"And only if you wait until Uryuu\'s done getting clean.\"

\"Ok, fine. It can involve my ass and since that\'s the case, I guess we can wait for the Prince of Priss to finish cleaning himself. He\'s just going to get dirty again, but what the hell do I care?\"

The bar of soap collided with the side of Ichigo\'s head. \"I am not the Prince of Priss!\"

\"Ow! Damn it! That hurt, boge!\"

Glancing over his shoulder, Ichigo glared at the Quincy and snorted. \"And yes, you are the Prince of Priss. Uryuu, you are so freaking OCD it\'s not even funny!\" Ichigo ignored the slight snicker from Kon.

Ishida\'s eyebrow twitched dangerously. \"That\'s it! Die, bastard!\" He lunged for Ichigo, ready for war.

Kon couldn\'t help the louder snicker that slipped past his hand as he watched the two grapple. Life...couldn\'t get any better than this.

~The End~

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