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Thrice In Our Lives	By : Ardespuffy Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Hitsugaya/Ichigo Views: 2789 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor its characters. I do not make money out of writing this story.

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DISCLAIMER: Tite Kubo owns all things Bleach.

WARNINGS (for this chapter only): IchiHitsu established, yaoi, mature content, PWP. The characters are portrayed just the same as my other stories, though I guess you needn't read those to enjoy this one-shot. =) Might be set some months before Make It A Habit if you will.

GENRE (for this chapter only): smut, humour, romance.

SUMMARY: today's the day they cross the edge, leap off the fence, take The Big Step – whatever you wanna call it. Except something gets tragically out of control.

1. Frost Time

Ichigo has got short to no idea what he's to do. Not to mention his self-control is dangerously wavering. Toshiro feels the most arousing ever; his skin glistens with sweat, his eyes shine in expectation, and the way that deep voice lowers to a weak growl as he calls out his name (his first name for once) is making it all the more challenging to bear.

The thing is, while as any 15-year-old Ichigo does possess some knowledge regarding straight sex, he's severely lacking tips on the… variant that concerns him more. And it's currently showing. Most humiliatingly so.

It's not like they haven't… done anything before, the redhead muses to himself, whilst desperately trying to play it cool under Toshiro's increasingly annoyed scrutiny. But hands roughly shoved down each other's pants for quick relief when things get too heated to stand, just before rejoining straight-faced whomever they'd been with before lust hit, hardly compare to sharing a bed – Ichigo's very bed at that – for the first time. The moment is perfect too: Isshin, Karin and Yuzu are at work, since the presence of 10th division fuktaichou Rangiku Matsumoto in town always happens to give the Kurosaki clinic a fair load of job (Tohiro claims he wants nothing to do with the strange occurrence). Half of much needed foreplay they have already been through: clothes were disposed of, legs have tangled under the sheets, lights are out and Ichigo can't seem to get any fucking thing started. His breath keeps getting caught in his throat, his, his, goddamnit, his cock is jumping eagerly against his own belly, his balls are seriously threatening to turn blue with utmost need and god knows he wants this, his entire being aches for it, but he can't do it. Can't. Do. It. Ichigo lets out a shaky sigh, his nose nuzzling the white-haired boy's neck.

"What's wrong?"

Toshiro's voice is chilling, inexpressive. Ichigo bites on his lower lip lightly. "Nought. S'rry."

A cool hand slips between their bodies in reply, blatantly heading southward. The captain's fingers halt to play with the redhead's bellybutton for a moment, then decidedly slide lower to brush against soft hair and hot, slick skin.

Half-consciously leaning into the touch, Ichigo buries his face deeper in the crook of his lover's neck, muffling a shameful whine. Toshiro must take it as encouraging, for his fist closes around Ichigo's throbbing length and gives an experimental squeeze. The demi-hollow can't fight back a higher-pitched sound. "Don't."

The tantalizing fingers instantly loosen their hold, grazing both erections in the process. That's when Ichigo realizes the ice master, whose resolve was always so hard to break, is currently every bit as aroused as himself – if the soft moan that's just escaped his mouth is any indication. Well, fuck. "Fuck!" Is what Ichigo says out matter-of-factly.

Toshiro's answer comes after a moment, words uttered remarkably slowly. "That would be the point."

Innuendos. Oh for the love of gods, Toshiro's been reduced to using innuendos! Ichigo can't help the light roll of his hips nor the yelp of his cock, which is apparently very much comfortable grinding down his admittedly responsive partner. "I'm…" His voice comes out as a croaked squeak. The sub Shinigami coughs to regain composure, disregarding all finesse – coughing in your lover's ear isn't exactly renowned as a turn-on. "I'm not… sure how…" how this is supposed to work, he means to add, but never manages. Toshiro's huff prevents the words from flowing.

The silver-haired prodigy shifts oddly under him. Ichigo notices he's rearranging to spread his legs wider – that alone has him groan in anticipation. The redhead's arousal comes to nudge Toshiro's sac, then lower, poking at that point mere inches above his real goal. Here's where the captain quits his wriggling, letting out a sigh of satisfaction as the tip of Ichigo's cock presses against the tiny, smooth spot.

"Mh-mh?"

"Shut up." Toshiro finally slides further, proving to know his anatomy fairly well after all. The motion makes Ichigo's swollen head all but crash against a small, tight opening. Very small and tight.

How the hell am I s'posed to fit – ?

Toshiro's hips jerk upward, forcing his lover's erection past the first crown of muscles.

Ow. Aw. Guess that's how.

What follows feels like a blur. Two arms encircle Ichigo's neck, pulling him closer, just as pale, lithe legs wrap around his waist. The feeling of warmth, heat, heat, scorching heat, need for more, more, fuck, please, is overwhelming. Ichigo pushes in further without even realizing, desperate to merge with his lover completely. It… It's…

Frustrating, borderlining painful.

Toshiro's mouth is so close to his ear every single hiss and whimper registers. "Ichigo." Comes out first in a heated whisper, then, within seconds, in a startling, pained gasp. "Ichigo!"

The teen stops dead in motion, frightened to the core.

Hitsugaya's gorgeous features are twisted in a mask of hurt. "Burns." The kid taichou eventually blurts out, his glassy eyes barely focusing before scrunching shut. "Hell!"

Ichigo tries his hardest not to panic. There's no denying how much the ache on his boyfriend's face is affecting him, though. His first reaction would be to pull out, but the strong muscles clasping around him beg to differ. "Oi." He calls out uncertainly the moment those teal eyes slide shut. His fingers raise to stroke Toshiro's cheek lightly. "Oi. You." Ichigo keeps his voice as gentle as possible, dreading to sound impatient. A wave of relief washes over him as the captain stares back, looking worn out but very much conscious. The sight is so breath-takingly beautiful the redhead's fingers still their soft caressing, entranced. "We don't have to."

Pale ocean eyes light up with familiar determination. That's the kind of look that suits 10th division Captain Hitsugaya the best, according to most people. Ichigo feels proud to know better. "Can bear it."

"You shouldn't – !" The redhead's words get caught in his throat. Seriously, what the fuck? "I don't want you to bear it." He growls, lowering his head to gaze directly in the other's eyes. "I want you to enjoy it."

Toshiro's answering 'easier said than done' glare is pretty simple to decipher. "It's fine." He grunts at last.

Ichigo stiffens, then goes limp into the other's arms as the body underneath opens to welcome him. Kind of unexpected, really. His bewilderment is soon after kissed away by Toshiro's tongue tracing his lips, breaking in, coaxing yet gentle, warm, warm, so very warm and comforting, never-ending, never-ending, I want this to never end. Ichigo gets lost in the kiss, drowns so hard, so far his surroundings disappear, and all that's left is Toshiro's tender, demanding mouth. He almost fails to notice the captain arching up into him, letting his manhood in deeper. Almost being the key word.

"Here." Toshiro's back to broken whispers. He hides the discomfort increasing with every inch Ichigo advances in their fierce liplock. For brief instants it's actually pretty pleasurable, feeling that hot hard-on taking him – the sense of fullness, and the friction, and the hitching in the redhead's breath, and the occasional brush of flat abs against his own now faltering erection. The swordsman finds himself moaning in the kiss. "Yeah." He gasps at Ichigo's first proper thrust.

That does it. The hint of unmistakable lust in Toshiro's voice goes straight to the other's groin, fuelling the erratic motion of hips. Ichigo pulls back, then all the way in, and it's, gods, it's just the right thing, the – fuck! And here we thought handjobs were good, Hichigo's voice is heard somewhere inside, the demi-hollow being too engrossed in the sensation to silence his rude counterpart. Fuck, isn't he right anyway. Ichigo breathes quickly against his lover's skin, all the while canting his hips forward to delve deeper, deeper inside the unbelievably tight channel. Somewhere in the blur of the moment the redhead notices Toshiro putting up quite a fight, his inner muscles contracting as to push the intruder back – but the pleasure is so overwhelming he casts worries aside and begins rocking at a swift pace, driven by the happy twitching of his full-sheathed arousal.

A low whimper of distress is all the warning Toshiro gives before things get Out Of Control.

It's barely noticeable at first. Ichigo pays no mind to the increasing tightness until the prodigy's sphincters are squeezing him to the point of hurting. The orange-haired youth goes rigid between the other's thighs. "Oi." He calls out in a soft tone, but Toshiro, eyes scrunched tightly closed, doesn't seem to be listening. Ichigo shifts in an attempt to ease the discomfort. All the movement generates, however, is a sudden surge of – cold?

Cold. Better yet, chill. Oh, fuck!

Ichigo's got the feeling he knows exactly what's going on. His instinct tells him to pull out, but – but it's getting awfully cold in there, and his – his cock is – Ichigo gulps loudly. "T'shiro!" He sputters, nudging the boy's cheek with his nose to get attention. "Relax. For gods' sake, relax!" The freezing grip of reiatsu on his manhood, as well as the chilling air filling up the bedroom, does not relent. Ichigo hisses in pain. "You're hurting me."

Here's when Toshiro's eyes shoot open, lit up with a shade of disbelieving fury. "I'm hurting you?" He all but barks, fighting the urge to punch the goddamn idiot in the face. What the hell does a man who's never had a fucking wood up his ass know about pain, again? The whiz kid huffs through gritted teeth, while trying to figure out what they should do next. As Kurosaki would know if only he was a dutiful Shinigami, a person's spiritual energy reacts to their moods and sensations. Of course reiatsu can be controlled – that's what most ranked soul reapers are trained to do – but Toshiro's outstanding talent, resulting in his extraordinarily quick ascent to the grade of captain, kind of made certain details overlooked by his superiors, who never had to put much effort into his training. So, yeah, like that sodding Arrancar said just before going down under Hyorinmaru's ire, Hitsugaya has got problems controlling his reiatsu. Then again, this infinitesimal deficiency has never been that much of an obstacle in battle, so it's just ridiculous that it might be in – well, in sex for crying out loud.

Rejecting the mere idea Toshiro wills himself to relax, like the giant red-haired asshole put it. Except an uncommonly steel-cold dick trapped in your insides is hardly the easiest feeling to get used to. "Cold." The taichou lets out a breathy whimper.

"Yeah, well, whose fault is that?" Ichigo snaps back, but instantly regrets it. This… is going all wrong. He is doing it all wrong, and it's not Toshiro's bloody fault if his boyfriend is a freakin' selfish dumbass who wanted to try sex on a whim and never once stopped to consider what it'd be like for his partner. Guilt overcomes any other feeling, leaving Ichigo with a sheer will to kick himself. "Toshiro… Please, trust me. I-I'm not sure how to make it better for you, but, if you just let me – "

Heat. A surge of heat radiates from the smaller boy's core, defeating the icy reiatsu. Ichigo is stunned to hear Toshiro actually moan with need. "Nice." The captain murmurs in his lover's ear, then brings him to lie flat against his own form, revelling in the finally warm contact of skin with skin. Now, sure Kurosaki is an idiot, but he has got his way with… Toshiro snorts to get rid of the disgustingly sweet thought that's just crossed his mind. "Touch me." He grunts, pointedly arching up off the bed. "And for heaven's sake, move."

Ichigo is completely clueless about whatever brought this change forth, but he's not waiting for Toshiro to get all bothered again. Slowly, cautiously he pulls all the way back, barely resisting the urge to look down and check his manhood for permanent ice-caused damage. His right hand creeps down the silver-haired prodigy's body to nestle between wide open thighs; Ichigo takes the feeble groan that sparks as an invitation and carefully pushes back in, hissing at the wonderful, wonderful feeling of – bloody fuck, he needs release, and he needs it bad. They've been going at it for a while now, what with all the hinting and the teasing and the foreplay that took Ichigo to persuade his lover in the first place, and now… now his balls are tightening in plea, but, screw it, he's fifteen and it's his fucking first time and he's got the most enticing partner ever. The redhead claims Toshiro's lips and sighs in the kiss, as his length slides contentedly in and out the now welcoming channel.

The friction is almost unbearable – maybe they should have considered some kind of lubrication? – but the stinging pain has subsided, and the ice master is enjoying thrusting up in Ichigo's hold quite a lot. The thin layer of sweat on the demi-hollow's palm provides just the perfect attrition, coaxing Toshiro's manhood back to full arousal. What's more, there's something oddly pleasant in feeling his boyfriend, gods, ain't this a sickening word, inside of him, even if the stupid bastard doesn't seem to know what he's doing very well. That actually makes it all the more endearing, if anything. Disgruntled at his own thoughts the kid captain gives a sharp jolt of his hips, meaning to either startle Ichigo or hopefully cause him some sort of discomfort.

Something with the plan goes terribly wrong, though, since Toshiro finds himself yelping in delight at the motion.

He's got no idea what he's done whatsoever, nor does Kurosaki if his stunned expression is anything to go by, but damn him if he won't try to do it again. Angling his hips to meet his lover's every thrust fully, Toshiro squirms around the thick cock pounding into him, adjusting till –

The substitute Shinigami wonders what is it that he's doing to have Toshiro writhe so restlessly beneath and around him, but he's positive he won't be able to hold out much longer if all the wriggling keeps up. He curses under his breath and instinctively speeds up, his pelvis clashing against the other boy's, his hand pumping the captain's arousal furiously. "Fuck, stop doing that, or…"

"Ichigo!" In the blink of an eye strong legs are clutching and firm muscles are clenching around him harder than ever before. Toshiro arches impossibly high off the bed as his cock twitches in Ichigo's hand, releasing seed in hot, powerful white sprouts.

How? What? How? Whoa! The orange-haired teen gives up all hopes of a phrase-able thought and just growls out his own pleasure as he comes hard inside the amazingly hot boy holding onto him for dear life. Fuck, finally, finally. So relieving. They ride off their orgasms together with shallow, shaky thrusts.

Several lazy kisses later, Ichigo rolls onto his side bringing Toshiro along with him (the captain struggles to get away); they eventually come to lie together, Hitsugaya's firm back pressed against the redhead's chest.

Ichigo nuzzles his partner's hair, hopefully without being too obvious about it.

"Stop that this instant, Kurosaki. I don't do afterglow cuddling."

The demi-hollow smiles while breathing in the bittersweet scent of lovemaking, plus that peculiar shade of power and ice and arrogance that is just purely Hitsugaya Toshiro, Gotei 13 captain, extraordinarily grouchy boyfriend. "Of course." Ichigo grins.

Under the bed-clothes, out of sight, two hands intertwine.

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Author wants everyone to know this was written while Ardespuffy was running a high fever (no kidding!). What excuses is she going to make for the following chapters, though, Author's not sure yet.

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