Acquired Nobility

Title: Acquired Nobility
Characters/Pairings: Zangetsu/Byakuya; Ichigo, Renji, Rukia, Yachiru
Author Note: This is not meant to be taken completely seriously. I was playing with a random kink generator and this came up. I may or may not do something with it, it all depends on my muse. It's just for a little fun.
Word Count: 3074
Summary: Zangetsu has tamed the noble cherry blossom.

I must warn you, so I'll put it in big capital letters for those who have a problem with it and don't read the labels before clicking a link...

THIS IS MPREG.

You may blame the kink generator and my muse for this, but please don't complain about it. You really were warned.

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There was something about the beauty and grace, the power that radiated from the noble man that brought out his inner desires more than Ichigo ever could. Or maybe it was better to say that this was really one of Ichigo's many desires, one of the many things he wanted, but would never allow himself to have. Maybes were just maybes and it didn't matter, gazing down at the flushed epitome of grace, power, beauty and nobility, dark eyes glazed in need and hunger, just as he had wanted since the day their swords first clashed.

Thin, almost delicate looking hands reached up, a slight look of defiance glittering beyond the haze of desire, reaching to pull him down, but Zangetsu would have none of it. He pinned those arms down, staring coolly at his captive, enjoying this moment as he had many others before. Still that look of pride remained, that look that made his skin burn, made him eager to feel the calm waves of power radiate, fluctuate at the smallest movement he made inside his partner in this crime. A zanpakutou claiming a shinigami that was not his own was absurd and if Senbonzakura caught wind of it, he would surely be irrate.

He didn't care. He was following what he wanted, what most could not do, what even his wielder could not. He had tamed that noble pride, had pinned him and found a way to bury himself inside, to drag out pleasurable little gasps in the best way he knew how.

He tilted his head back, a challenge. Zangetsu rose to that challenge, one hand grasping those thin wrists tight while the other ran down the pale, inner thigh of his prey. Yes, he'd become prey now and he wasn't the least bit sorry he'd taken the pride that his noble companion had held and smashed it to bits. There were times when even a noble had to break down the barriers he erected around himself and Zangetsu found himself slowly breaking through them. Little gasps, repressed moans of pleasure, but in the end, Byakuya was feeling it and he was enjoying every last moment he had to watch that facial expression change when bliss swept over him.

When that proud defiance did not fade, Zangetsu moved on to other tactics, grasping the slender cock standing at attention, awaiting his touch, to be engulfed by something warm and powerful, something he was sure this slight man had never had. He could see his jaw lock, his proud fire glow even brighter, determined to prove he was not going to surrender, and Zangetsu felt a smile tug at his lips. It would not be the same if he didn't stay that proud lion until the end.

Still, Zangetsu stroked, watching that flush deepen on those pale cheeks, that chest take in shuddering breaths in its attempts to regulate his breathing, that tensing of muscles that did their best to keep still, but in the end, whether it be against him in a sword fight or in this, Zangetsu always won. Slim hips twitched, hands curled, teeth locked firmly together... Zangetsu enjoyed every emotion that flashed in those steely eyes. There was one that promised murder, one that promised pain and one that said he couldn't help but enjoy the feel of large, callused fingers sliding up and down his cock with no restraint, ready to bring out that primal instinct to let go, to fall into an abyss of bliss and hide there.

That defiance slowly faded, faded into that look of desire again. The only thing keeping him from moaning and giving into his own desires was that surge of protection in him that wanted more. He had already dominated, had already proven his strength. He didn't have anything to prove, nothing to fight for. This was all about the two of them, sharing this precious moment together before reality struck.

Zangetsu had never found himself with such urges before. He'd never sought out something to complete him and his feelings toward Ichigo had always been fatherly. But then again, he wasn't simply a sword, or a manifestation of Ichigo's power. He was a sentient being who could refuse to aid him, who had his own needs and desires and he was fully capable of grabbing hold of them.

A word never fell from those scrumptious lips, though those soft pants were more delicious than anything he could have said. He twisted slightly, weak attempts to break free from the hold Zangetsu refused to relinquish, hips still trying their best not to thrust into his large hand, but it was inevitable. Not even the great Byakuya could outlast him. He trained Ichigo. He had unlimited amounts of patience and quite the willpower. His wasn't a battle of pride. It was simply a matter of forcing that pride in that slender form to surrender for the moment and he was certain he was winning.

Those heated eyes darkened with lust closed, that beautiful back arching, forcing his ministrations to speed up. He knew what it was at that moment, that he'd won the little game and he wanted nothing more than to enjoy that look on that angelic face. The feel of an erratic reiatsu, much different than Ichigo's, much more refined and soothing, those hips pressing into his hand in spite of the will of their owner, that head falling back with a cry imprisoned in the back of his throat... he enjoyed every last thing about this mystical creature.

His fingers enjoyed the feeling of warmth that clung to them, rolled down his hand, large drips coating the noble's stomach. The glow was simply divine, something he could never get from Ichigo, or any of Ichigo's friends. This moment was not something he could get from anyone else... it was something he never wanted to search for in anyone else.

The rising and falling of the pale chest, the stomach muscles still convulsing at every slight touch, those dark eyes that reflected a certain amount of satisfaction, yet burned still with an incompletion. He knew just what it was that would wrap up the deal and peered down at the prone body that hadn't moved.

His fingers, coated in that angel's release moved down to tease at his entrance, waiting for him to willingly open himself. If he didn't, then things would be left there. Zangetsu had a much deeper connection with this shinigami and he wouldn't dare break any trust they had, any trust he was surprised to receive.

He saw the hesitation and, as if to reassure him of his dedication, splayed his other hand across that beautiful stomach, his favorite part of the body beneath him. His thumb stroked idly, their eyes meeting. For a moment, he was positive there was a look of slight surprise, but as if suddenly shy, he turned away and opened himself to him, spreading his legs, lifting his hips for better access.

Carefully, he bowed his head, kissed affectionately at the tummy, his own fierce, unreigned power flowing in comfortable waves, surrounding the two that he hadn't been able to decipher until his cherry blossom's soothed in submission. He knew it was there, had always known from the moment it was conceived, but there was something comforting about feeling it now.

He pressed a single slicked digit in, the only lubricant he had in this world was that which came from his lover and not exactly the most reliable. The discomfort was obvious, not perhaps on the face of his Byakuya, but in the tensing of his muscles, whether he realized it or not.

His available hand trailed down, stroking the creamy inner thighs of his lover, not a word of reassurance from either of them seemed necessary. As Byakuya loosened up, he slid another in, feeling the inner walls clench around him again, like the walls he could see still trying to reform in those dark eyes after his release moments ago. It wasn't long before they relaxed, with little coaxing on his part, and as soon as they did, he scissored and hooked his fingers, slipping another in when he felt it safe enough.

Such a tight space... it never failed to amaze him how wonderful and hot the Ice Prince could be, how much his cock twitched at the mere thought of those walls clenching around him, dragging him into the boundary between worlds and giving him such a pure feeling. And no matter how tight it was, the body under him seemed to crave it more, sucked him in and got him addicted, like some drug that he'd die without.

He moaned deep in his chest at the startled gasp when he caressed that button. Over and over he stroked it, attempting to revive the limp member that probably felt so very drained in that moment. It didn't take many tries before he heard the sounds of hidden desire from the other, sounds he intended to hear a bit more closely.

But Byakuya's hands had a mind of their own. One of them coated itself in the seed that had yet to dry on his body and the other grasped his shoulder. The one coated reached out with little hesitation and in long, slow strokes, smeared the come over the thick cock that planned on forcing its way into his most sacred of areas.

It was a sign of trust, a sign that he took to heart and gladly accepted. The determination and pride in the noble's eyes was almost enough to force him to come undone. He had fallen in love with that look, the look of a prince who had a world to protect and yet was so lost to the world he hadn't realized it. That look sent shivers down his spine and he was quick to press his lips to those pale, merciless ones that spoke nothing but harsh criticisms about him, his tongue caressing, begging for entrance, eager to mimick that burning urge he wanted to do further below.

Byakuya's hand never left his cock, not even as the dance of their tongues began, his proud lover not completely surrendering himself. Zangetsu groaned softly and Byakuya devoured it hungrily, obviously enjoying this moment of dominance between them.

Before he unraveled completely, he pulled away, catching the redness on the pale chin that was left behind by his beard, but the noble didn't seem at all perturbed. Instead, he pried is fingers away, the lubricant practically useless at that point, but there was no delaying it any further. Zangetsu brought one of Byakuya's hands to his lips, a reproachful look in the shinigami's eyes, but he merely brushed it away, aligned themselves properly, and slowly planted himself in the willing body.

Such painful friction, such a delicious heat, so very tight... he grunted, steadied his breath and tried to ignore the obvious discomfort of the prone form. The use of force and power that Ichigo had always liked to use had become habit. He prefered to be more controlled and calm, but his baser instincts corrupted him. There was nothing left but to finish, to empty into this body who had given him so much, but he grappled with those instincts, tried desperately to reign in on his senses and peered down at Byakuya. "Hold onto me..."

He could see the displeasure in his eyes. "I have no need to do such a thing."

Zangetsu hesitated for but a moment before he shakily grabbed one of the bent knees and urged it to wrap around his waist. "There is no one to see you let go. No one but me."

The stubborn man refused at first, but when Zangetsu shifted closer, he slowly gave in, tentatively wrapped his legs around his waist, pressed his brow to a hairy chin, hands slid up over his unshaved chest and around his neck and he could feel that deeper connection again, the one that wasn't primal, like the Hollow's but pure, a desire, not to dominate or ruin the shinigami who despised him for his owner, but to show him that he had more to give back, that there was a feeling of devotion he couldn't explain.

As soon as he latched onto him, Zangetsu grasped his slender hips and adjusted his position until Byakuya was seated in his lap and their dance started. He firmly groped his lover's ass every time he lifted up and, with the help of both gravity and those powerful muscles within the shinigami, he fell back in place. He could see the triumph at every little sound he made, and Byakuya seemed to be set on dragging them out of him, to win this little farce that Zangetsu could promise no one would truly win.

Every time those walls clenched around him, he was unable to hide his moans of pleasure, and he once again shifted his weight to grasp the leaking cock of his bedmate, returning some of the pleasure he was giving to him.

If there was discomfort, Byakuya didn't show it. Zangestu had already searched every time those eyes met his and all he could see was the desire building within, that proud stance he had and a certain emotion he couldn't quite place but was certain he loved it just as much. His pale lips descended and, for once, it was Byakuya who moaned into his mouth and Zangetsu didn't hesitate to gobble it down, eager for more. Every encounter they'd had had broken down those walls little by little. Maybe he'd finally freed the caged bird...

Byakuya tightened around him, intending to last longer than Zangetsu's strokes could, the noble devouring every inch of his mouth with a skilled tongue most would probably be fairly surprised he had. He thrust shallowly, letting his cherry blossom do the work as he seemed quite content to do, before those taunting walls milked his release from him, sucking in every drop he had.

He could do nothing but spasm and twitch in that tight hole, grabbing that ass so tightly he'd undoubtedly left bruises. The nobleman didn't seem to give much care, remaining seated in his lap, eyes glittering with mischeif that didn't seem possible. Zangetsu didn't waste a moment. He laid the angel of death back and slipped out of him, catching the look of disappointment before he could hide it.

He said nothing as he descended, leaving a trail of wet kisses over collarbones, nice, firm pecs and over the warm belly filled with evidence of their activities over the past few months. There was a sound almost akin to a content purr before he moved lower, allowing his beard to scratch at the base of the engorged cock, ready and waiting for that right moment to let go.

Byakuya made a strangled noise, only furthering Zangetsu's suddenly playful mood. His tongue flicked out, rolling from the base to tip and back. The noble tried his best to keep himself under control, but control had flown out of the window the moment he and the shinigami began these excursions.

He caught the hips and pinned them firmly, spying the look of irritation at his teasing. He might have continued, simply because of that look, but he felt he had dragged it out enough and engulfed he head of his lover's cock, purposefully making loud, perverse, sucking noises.

Again those hands sought him out, tangling in his wavy locks, gripping, encouraging him, but not being anymore forceful. He bobbed his head once, twice, three times before Byakuya's hips twitched and bucked, even under Zangetsu's restraining hands. He grinned privately, finally giving in to the silent demands of his lover and took as much of him in as possible, sucking eagerly, never giving up those perverted sounds that brought a deeper pink to the ivory flesh. The cry was weak, more of a noisy gasp than anything, but Zangetsu drank down the weaker release, ignoring the come that seeped out around his lips and gathered in his beard.

Byakuya panted softly, eyes closed, that constant ethereal glow brighter than ever. Zangetsu leaned up, laying beside him while his fingers once again rested on that beautiful belly. A boy... he really wanted a boy--

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"What the fuck, pervy old man?!"

All eyes had found Ichigo, throwing down his cards and revealing his poker hand to everyone in the vicinity. He ignored them, not really in the mood to deal with them after the very lengthy image that would just not stop coming. The last straw was that damn cheesy last line of thought, not that the whole thing wasn't really creepy and cheesy in the first place. What the hell was Zangestu on anyway? Byakuya of all people?

"Ichigo!" Rukia hissed. "Nii-sama's sleeping! Be quiet!"

He stopped, staring down at Rukia with his lip curled, not quite sure how to explain himself or how to retort. He did not have perverted thoughts about Byakuya. He especially did not have perverted thoughts about Byakuya with Zangetsu! He glanced over to where Renji, Ikkaku, and everyone else in the room had stopped to look, eyes on the sixth division captain, sleeping peacefully under a blanket Yachiru had draped over him herself, only to curl up under it beside him, neither one paying any attention to Ichigo or his outburst.

Rukia sighed softly. "He hasn't been feeling well, I told you that!"

Ichigo's stomach twisted. It was almost as if Zangetsu was laughing at him, mocking him, when he was nothing but silent on the matter. He wasn't even going to entertain that thought because it was impossible and he wouldn't hear another word on it. He'd come to play poker, not fantasize about things that made no sense whatsoever! Things that really did leave a very uncomfortable situation to be dealt with.

"It's not serious," Renji teased, peeking between his hand and Ichigo's. "Didn't know ya had it for the captain."

Ichigo scowled at the red-head and the smirks circulating the room. Not going to entertain that thought! Bastards... he gave another glance, searching that face for any signs of discomfort to go with the pink tinge across pale cheeks and stopped right there.

"Where are you going? We still have a game, Ichigo," Ikakku grumbled.

"Can't I go to the bathroom in peace?!" Fucking old man... stupid Byakuya...