Killing Time

Warmth.

For the first time in what seemed like forever, that was all Ichigo felt.

Warmth.

They had eliminated the Bounts successfully and without suffering any major losses. Many had been injured, but most were well on their way to recovery. It had been nine days since their victory, and Ichigo had finally been given medical clearance by one of the members of the 4th division. He was now lying on the roof of the facility that he and his friends were sharing while they waited for Ishida to be given clearance as well. There were only a few days until he was to be released, but the break was not an unwelcome one.

Ichigo sighed contently from his place on the roof, closing his eyes and resting his hands underneath his head as he basked in the soothing glow of the sun. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt quite so calm…

“Ichigo? What’re you doing?”

When he opened his eyes, the teen found that he must have drifted off for a bit. The sun was now directly above him and shining rather annoyingly into his eyes. Blinking, he twisted his head back, not quite recognizing the voice that had addressed him.

“Oh, hey Shuuhei,” he said before partially sitting up, arms supporting him from behind. “Not much, just relaxing a little, I guess.”

“Hmn. Why are you by yourself? Your friends are still here, right?”

“Yeah, but they’re all over at the medical facility visiting Ishida.”

“Why aren’t you there?”

“I just got back.” Ichigo regarded the other man curiously for a moment, “Why are you up here, anyway?”

The other man shrugged, “No reason, really. I was on my way back to my quarters and I noticed you laying here. Well, I noticed your hair. The rest came later.” Ichigo looked at him, his face blank. Shuuhei rolled his eyes slightly, “Well excuse me for wanting to make sure you weren’t dead or something…”

Ichigo gave a slight chuckle, turning his face skyward once again, “You gonna sit down? Or do you plan on hovering back there all day?”

Shuuhei gave his own small laugh, walking towards the teen, “Sure, why not. I don’t have anything better to do at the moment, anyway.” He sat with his legs crossed a few feet to Ichigo’s right, deciding that this was actually a nice little pit stop on his rather long run back to the 9th division housing area. The air was warm, the breeze gentle and calming. They sat in companionable silence, enjoying the pleasures of a simple spring day.

“Hey, Shuuhei,” Ichigo said after a few minutes.

“Mm.”

“Would you come train with me?”

The man turned his head towards the orange-haired one, surprised “What, now?”

“Yeah. Why, you have something better to do?”

“Well, no. But I was kind of enjoying just sitting here.”

“Oh…”

“And why are you asking me? Can’t you train with one of your friends when they get back from visiting the Quincy?”

“If I’m going to fight Aizen someday, then I want to practice against someone who uses a sword, and none of them do.”

“Ask Renji.”

“I’ve trained with him before, many times. I know all his moves.”

“Oh…how about Ikkaku?”

“Fought him.”

“Matsumoto?”

“She’s busy.”

“Yumichika?”

“Said no.”

“What about Captain Zaraki?” he tried, “He’s always looking to fight someone…”

Ichigo just looked at him.

Shuuhei chuckled, “Point taken.”

“Why are you being so resistant? If you don’t want to train, then just say so. It’s not like you’re gonna hurt my feelings or something.”

“It’s not that, I’ve just never shown my shikai to a comrade before. I like having the element of surprise on my side.”

Ichigo blinked, “I never asked you to show me your shikai, I just wanted to fight someone with a sword.”

“…oh.” Shuuhei was silent for a moment, feeling slightly embarrassed, “Well, alright then. Where do you want to go?”

Ichigo grinned at him, “I have a place. Follow me.” He stood quickly, brushed himself off and began bolting across the rooftops, Shuuhei quickly following.

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The black-haired Shinigami gaped in shock at the sheer size of the place Ichigo had led him to. The teen had led the way to a large cliff face, swiftly climbing to the top and locating a small hatch nestled in between some boulders. He had quickly begun down the ladder the hatch revealed, beckoning the other man to follow him. Inside was something that Shuuhei never would have believed existed unless he saw it was own eyes. The room was massive, full of jagged rocks and ledges. The walls and ceiling were painted blue to give them the appearance of the sky, and there wasn’t a tree in sight. Given the scope of the place, Shuuhei was surprised that he’d never heard mention of this place before.

“Ichigo,” he said, “how do you know about this place?”

The teen began walking into an empty area near the center of the room, “I trained here, back when we were fighting you guys. Renji did, too. Didn’t he tell you about it?” The other man shook his head slowly, still taking in his immense surroundings. Ichigo rolled his eyes at the black-haired man, who had yet to take a single step away from the ladder.

He walked quickly back, waving an impatient hand in front of Shuuhei’s face, “Hey, Earth to Hisagi. You wanna stop gawking and come train already?”

The other man blinked, “Oh, yeah, sorry. I’ve just never seen anything like this before…”

“Yeah, yeah, you can check it out later. Come on, let’s fight already!”

Shuuhei gave him a slight glare, “Jeez, stop being so impatient, already.” He followed Ichigo into the center of the room, taking note of the many missing chunks of rock in the surrounding area. Ichigo brought his sword from it’s place on his back, resting it on his shoulder.

“So,” the black-haired man said, unsheathing his own sword, “is there anything in particular you want to practice?”

“Well,” the teen replied, “I’d like to work on my evasion, mostly.”

“Alright, I can work with that. Get ready!” With that, he disappeared from view. Ichigo barely had time to assume a defensive stance before his opponent appeared before him, the tip of his blade cutting just barely into his cheek. He vanished once more, appearing again just behind the teen, his second swing making contact with Ichigo’s forearm. Six flash steps and six cuts later, Ichigo was beginning to get seriously peeved.

“Would you stop disappearing every time you attack me?! You’re not even giving me a chance, here!”

“And, what, you think Aizen and the others will go easy on you? I wouldn’t exactly count on that.”

Ichigo made a growling noise deep in his throat, “Fine!” he yelled, “Come at me again!” Shuuhei nodded, disappearing once again. A swift step back, and Ichigo had finally dodged his first attack of the day. He did the same with the next. And the next. And the next. Ten successful evasions later, the teen’s confident grin was back in place.

“Well,” he said, “how was that?”

Shuuhei smirked, “Don’t go getting cocky just yet, Kurosaki.” The black-haired man reached into his pocket, pulling something out and tossing it to the teen. “First, try it with that on.” Ichigo unfurled the object in his hand, finding it to be a simple strip of dark fabric.

“What am I supposed to do with this,” he asked, “tie my hands behind my back or something?”

“No,” the other answered, “you’re supposed to cover your eyes.” Ichigo looked puzzled.

“But, you’re already using a flash step, I can barely see you anyway.”

“There’s a difference between barely seeing something and not seeing it at all, Ichigo. Just put it on.” The teen gave a small ‘humph,’ but he tied on the blindfold all the same.

“Ready?” Ichigo nodded. “Alright, here we go!”

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Four hours later, the two Shinigami were completely exhausted and covered in an unpleasant mixture of sweat, blood and dirt. Ichigo lay on the ground, panting, while Shuuhei occupied a small rock some ten feet away. When the teen gave a low grunt, Shuuhei turned his gaze towards him. Ichigo was nursing a rather large gash across his upper arm, and didn’t appear to be doing an entirely good job of limiting the amount of blood flowing from it.

After the pair had decided that Ichigo had worked long enough with the blindfold, Shuuhei said that he wanted Ichigo to apply his skills in combat, and that was what they had been doing for the better part of the last hour. Shuuhei had his fair share of wounds, but none of them appeared to be as damaging as the one on Ichigo’s arm. The man frowned at the sight and stood after catching his breath a bit.

“You okay?’

“Eh, it‘s not that bad,” he said, standing and gesturing to the other, “I know something that’ll help it, anyway.” The man cocked a questioning eyebrow, but followed the teen anyway. Ichigo led them across the expanse of the room to one of the far northern corners, to the hot spring he had come to love during his time training down here with Yoruichi and Zangetsu. Shuuhei just stared at him.

“A hot spring? That’s what’s supposed to help your arm?”

“Just get in,” Ichigo said sharply, trying to get undressed without using his right arm. Shuuhei was about half-way undressed when he noticed Ichigo attempting to strip using one hand. Needless to say, he wasn’t doing a very good job.

The vice captain sighed, “You want some help?” The teen shook his head fervently, oddly determined to undress himself. After observing a few minutes of rather pathetic fumbling, Shuuhei had had enough. He stomped over to the frustrated teen, stripping him down to nothing in about ten seconds, not even giving him time to protest. Ichigo blinked at his sudden nakedness.

“Uh…thanks…” Shuuhei gave a short hum in response as he finished undressing and stepped into the steaming water. He quickly submerged himself, resurfacing with a pleased sigh.

“This does feel good, I’ll admit,” he said, “but how is this going to help the gaping hole in your arm?”

“That’s how.” Ichigo pointed at the man’s chest, causing Shuuhei to look down. His eyes widened at what he saw there. Or, more accurately, what he didn’t see. Before he had entered the water, Shuuhei’s chest had been littered with shallow cuts, scratches and the occasional small puncture wound. Now, though, they had almost all disappeared.

“Healing properties?” he asked Ichigo. The teen nodded, climbing into the water and hissing when it hit his arm. When he saw that the teen was in safely, Shuuhei let his head to fall back, allowing himself to enjoy the soothing heat of the water. Hearing some excessive splashing a few moments later, he opened one eye and turned it towards Ichigo.

“What’s wrong?” The teen grunted in response, continuing his restless splashing. Shuuhei rolled his eyes, stepping to the other side of the spring to see what the problem was. Ichigo gave him a look that was somewhere between pissed and pitiful.

“I’m trying to get my arm under, but I keep falling over.” Ichigo muttered, feeling himself blushing at the admission.

Shuuhei looked at the teen blankly, “Is that all? Come here, I’ll help you.” Ichigo fixed him with a glare.

“I don’t need help.”

“Well, clearly you do if you keep falling over.” The glare intensified.

Shuuhei chuckled, rolling his eyes again, “Stop being so damn proud, Kurosaki.” The man settled himself next to the injured arm of the aggravated teen. He put a hand on the side of Ichigo’s head, pulling it rather forcefully onto his shoulder. The sudden movement made Ichigo lose his balance, submerging his injured arm in the healing liquid.

“There,” the black-haired man said, “now stop struggling, before you get blood on me.” Now it was Ichigo’s turn to roll his eyes. But he did as he was instructed, letting himself close his eyes, the heat of the water calming him immensely.

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Half an hour later, Hisagi Shuuhei was a very uncomfortable man. Ichigo had fallen asleep on his shoulder soon after closing his eyes, and he had to keep an arm around the teen in order to keep him from falling into the water. Unfortunately for him, between the temperature, the gently moving waters, his state of undress and the not unattractive (and just as naked) young man next to him, he’d found himself getting hard about twenty minutes earlier. So far, he had tried everything he could think of to solve his problem.

In his most recent attempt, he had tried willing his arousal away by thinking of things and people that he found unappealing. He had just fixed an image of Captain Commander Yamamoto screwing ex-Captain Ichimaru in a school girl’s uniform his head, and it seemed to be serving it’s purpose. Until Ichigo chose that moment to curl an arm around the man‘s chest, pressing his head into the junction of the his neck and shoulder with a contented sigh. Shuuhei gave a rather uncharacteristic whimper as he felt his unwelcome problem return. He was out of options. He would have to do the one thing he really didn’t think he could.

He’d have to masturbate without waking up Ichigo.

Normally, this would have posed less of a challenge. He could be quite swift in these matters when the need arose. Unfortunately, his ‘preferred’ hand was currently occupied with making sure that said teen didn’t drown. He’d just have to hope that he got lucky using his weak hand.

As slowly as he could, he moved his hand from the earthy bottom of the spring where he was sitting, trying his hardest not to disturb the water. He almost groaned when his hand made contact with his rigid flesh, but he held back at the last second, waiting to make sure Ichigo was still asleep before continuing. When a soft snore sounded from the teen’s lips, he slowly began sliding his hand up and down at the wrist, but the water was eliminating any semblance of friction with the loose grip he had. He tried again, squeezing the slightest bit harder and moving from the elbow. Still nothing. He didn’t dare grip any harder or move any faster, lest he cause waves to splash and alert Ichigo to his actions. But five minutes of fruitless groping later, he was starting to think about whether or not he cared about waking the kid up. After a moment, he decided that he really didn’t. With that decision, he tightened his hand, moving it over his flesh at a lightning pace.

“So you finally decided to stop being a pussy, eh?”

The sudden voice from directly beside his ear made Shuuhei jump so violently that he accidentally whacked himself in the face with his previously occupied hand. Ichigo was in stitches.

“What the fuck, Kurosaki?!” he shouted, heart pounding in his ears, “How long have you been awake?!” The teen gave himself a moment to calm down before answering. Shuuhei really had been humiliated enough for one day.

“Since you moved your arm,” he said, a few stray chuckles leaking out between his words. The black-haired man felt his face flare. He was probably redder than Renji’s hair.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Shuuhei mumbled. Covering his still-hard self with his hands, he moved to climb out of the water.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Ichigo asked, grabbing the man’s arm before he could even stand. Shuuhei looked back at him quizzically.

“What do you mean? I’m gonna go deal with my…problem.” He felt himself go even redder.

“You could do that,” Ichigo said, “but then who’ll help me with mine?” The vice captain went wide-eyed as the teen grabbed his hand with an evil smirk, pulling it underwater to feel the evidence of his ‘problem.’

“You still wanna leave?” Shuuhei found himself shaking his head in response. He was still rather speechless.

Ichigo chuckled, pulling the man into his previously seated position and quickly straddling his lap before he could change his mind. He took hold of Shuuhei’s chin, tilting his face upwards before kissing him in a surprisingly gentle way. That shook the man out of his stupor a bit. He placed his hands on the teen’s hips, kissing him back eagerly. He was in a ‘Why not?’ state of mind for the moment, and that suited him just fine. He’d ask about his fellow Shinigami’s sudden personality change later.

Ichigo moaned softly and opened his mouth as Shuuhei licked at his lips, letting their tongues flick lightly at each other. The black-haired man pulled back, nipping softly at Ichigo’s jaw and down his neck and chest. The teen groaned and leaned back as Shuuhei swirled his tongue around a nipple before rolling it between his teeth. Ichigo buried one hand in jet-black hair, his other providing balance using one of the man’s knees as support. They both gasped as Ichigo’s movement caused their lengths to bump ever-so-briefly against one another. Shuuhei pulled back from the teen’s chest, pulling him forward until they were firmly pressed together. Ichigo smirked, grinding his hips lightly against the other. Shuuhei clenched his teeth, a hiss escaping him, his nails biting into Ichigo’s skin. He brought a hand up a fisted it in Ichigo’s hair, pulling him down into a bruising kiss.

The teen moaned into his mouth, snaking a hand between their tightly pressed bodies. They both pulled back from the kiss with a gasp as he wrapped his hand around both of their cocks, slowly stroking up and down in the small space that their bodies allowed. The water lubricated his movements, making each one smooth, seamless and wonderful. Shuuhei let loose a deep moan at a particularly hard stroke, returning his mouth to Ichigo’s neck and shoulder, allowing small bite marks to litter his lightly tanned skin. The black-haired man let the hand fisted in vibrant orange strands slide down Ichigo’s back and into the water alongside it’s partner. He placed both hands on the teen’s ass, squeezing at the muscular globes. One particularly fervent squeeze tugged at Ichigo’s entrance, making him gasp and buck into his occupied hand. God, this felt so good in water.

Ichigo moaned deeply as he felt Shuuhei move his hand, one finger rubbing over his lightly twitching pucker. He shivered when that long, slender finger suddenly pushed inside him to the second knuckle, his grip on their paired lengths tightening, hand moving faster. Shuuhei was forced to stop him for fear of finishing before they had even started. He began to move his finger slowly in and out of the tight passage, occasionally swirling it around. Noises were pouring from Ichigo’s mouth, he sounded beyond desperate.

“Sh-Shuuhei…goddammit.” the teen panted into the other’s hair, “just…just fuck me already…” The man groaned, shaking his head.

“Ill hurt you.”

Ichigo still had enough presence of mind, apparently, to whack the vice captain in the back of the head.

“It’s a heal- nngh -healing spring, remember?” Ichigo ground out, attempting to force Shuuhei’s finger deeper inside himself. The black-haired man groaned loudly. He had forgotten that.

“Okay,” he breathed, voice husky, “get yourself arranged.” He pulled the digit from the teen’s entrance as he nodded. Ichigo stood briefly, balancing himself on Shuuhei’s knee as he swung a leg up onto the ledge next to the man’s shoulder. Allowing himself to float into the water, he hoisted his leg onto the other side of the ledge. Shuuhei wondered at the odd choice of position in the back of his mind, but at that point he could’ve cared less if they were upside down and backwards. He grabbed Ichigo’s hips, helping him to slide forward in the man’s lap. Bracing his hands on Shuuhei’s knees and his heels in the loose soil around the hot spring, Ichigo smirked and nodded at the tattooed man. The vice captain gave his own smirk to the teen, lifting his hips and slowly impaling him on his cock until he was in to the hilt.

Shuuhei was fairly certain that he was about to pass out. Ichigo was beyond tight and hotter than he had ever imagined. He grit his teeth, willing himself to hold out at least until the teen was ready to move. After a few deep breaths, Ichigo gave the man’s shoulder a squeeze. Shuuhei nodded in response, slowly lifting the teens hips no more than an inch or two before gently lowering him back down. Ichigo shuddered violently, a guttural moan forcing it’s way out of his throat. Shuuhei groaned, a shiver running down his spine at the overwhelming sensations assaulting his body.

“I-Ichigo…god” he stammered. The teen got the meaning behind his words, this wasn’t going to last long for either of them. Ichigo leaned forward, lips right against Shuuhei’s ear.

“Hisagi,” he breathed, making the man shiver again, “fuck me.” Shuuhei’s breath hitched as he felt his dick pulse inside the constricting passage, and all he could do was nod. He lifted Ichigo by the hips again, until just the tip of his length was inside the teen. Then, with all the force he could muster without breaking bones, he brought Ichigo back down, slamming his own hips upward at the same time.

Ichigo arched violently as white-hot flames burned through his body, colors bursting behind his tightly closed eyelids. His mouth fell open in a silent scream as Shuuhei repeated the same move over and over again. Even with the water, though, the man’s arms quickly reached their limit. He resolved to hold Ichigo in place, fucking up into him with shallow, powerful thrusts. The teen could feel his breath being forced from him with each thrust, and his end was quickly creeping up un him. The sloshing water was swirling around his neglected cock, the heat more welcome than a hand at that point. Shuuhei moved one of his hands from Ichigo’s hip to his shoulder, slamming the teen onto his cock one more time.

“Hisa-ah-ah-AHH!!!” Ichigo shuddered intensely as he came, his fingers digging into the black-haired man’s arms deep enough to bruise. Shuuhei felt his eyes cross as Ichigo became impossibly tighter around him. He pulled Ichigo forward, burying his face in overheated skin as he filled the teen with everything he had, nails raking down his back.

Ichigo slumped bonelessly against the other man trying in vain to catch his breath. His legs were killing him and he was fairly certain he’d dislocated something important, but that could wait until he could see straight again.

When he looked up a minute or so later, Shuuhei’s head was flopped onto the ledge. Ichigo poked him in the ribs.

“Hey, you alright?” The odd gurgling he got in response said to him ’Yes, very.’

Chuckling, Ichigo managed to bring his extremely sore legs back into the soothing waters. Shuuhei’s softening cock slipped from him in the process, making them both hiss in pain. ‘Oh yes,’ Ichigo thought, ‘definitely good this is a healing spring.’ As Ichigo closed his eyes and let himself float around in the water, he heard Shuuhei beginning to move.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“Your dick still attached?”

“Barely.”

“Heh, well that’s good. Who knows, I may want do that again someday.”

Shuuhei laughed, “Yeah, well, thanks for your concern.” Once again, the two men fell into comfortable silence, floating alongside each other. For a few minutes, at least.

“Hey, Ichigo?”

“Hmm?”

“You turn into a real slut when you’re horny, you know.”

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When the pair finally emerged from the underground training facility (with Shuuhei sporting an impressive new bruise on his cheek), the sun was settling low on the horizon. Ichigo was surprised that his friends hadn’t come looking for him, given how long he’d been gone. He took off towards the center of the Seireitei, Shuuhei not far behind him. When they were about 100 yards from where Ichigo was staying, the teen stopped, turning to regard the black-haired man following close behind him.

“Hey, Shuuhei.”

“Yeah?”

Ichigo walked up to the man until he was standing no more than six inches in front of him, “See ya around.” With that, he planted a soft kiss on Shuuhei’s lips, being careful to avoid the spot he split for that ‘slut’ comment.

The tattooed man smirked, nodding, “Yeah.” They went their separate ways, Shuuhei hoping that Izuru could fix his face and Ichigo that his friends wouldn’t maim him for being missing all day.

Ichigo walked through the doorway of the small building he was staying in to find his friends all gathered around the cooking pot in the middle of he room, gazing warily at some sort of suspicious mixture that had no doubt been concocted by Orihime. Chad was the first to notice his presence, raising his hand in greeting.

Ichigo waved back, “Hey guys,” he said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, “Sorry I’m so late.”

Orihime beamed at him, “Oh, that’s okay Ichigo. We figured you must have been busy.”

Ichigo shrugged, “Not really, just killing time.”

He grinned to himself, hoping to have more time to kill soon.