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Consort To The Three Kings	By : Snowway32 Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7108 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Thank god, it's finally done my honeys! This chapter, it just didn't want to be written and then I had some trouble with my laptop so it's very late. I'm sorry guys, but I have some really awesome news. We have officially reached our 100 000+ words mark! Yay, it's time for a celebration and a very warm thank you to everyone who reviews this story so lovingly.

Without you, I'm afraid this story wouldn't have gotten so far as it already has. But for now, I'm glad for everything that's happened. There's probably another 8-10 chapters left before the story is finished, but before you despair...there will be a sequel. Especially because of the way I'm ending this story in the next chapters.

But for now, know that you have my deepest gratitude for sticking with me for so long. It really means a lot to me, especially because of all the other stories that you guys have inspired me to write. I'm even planning a Fem/Ichi gender bender story in the next few days, something I have never tried before...and to make it Yuri as well...well, we'll see how that one goes.

Thanks again all my lovelies! Please enjoy this chapter, I must confess that there's a bit more of an in-depth look into the characters heads in this chapter and...we'll be seeing something awesome about halfway through.

See you at the end of the chapter!

Chapter 10: Playing With Power

Deep and contemplative golden eyes, set upon a sea of dark black sclera, blinked open almost lazily at the brush of eternal moonlight that flowed turbulently into Hueco Mundo's Royal Chambers from half open black velvet curtains. Spreading deeply and evocatively throughout the large space, rays of silver skittered unevenly across flat surfaces and a rumpled eiderdown comforter as a familiar pale form, draped in the haunting shadows of the immortal night, dragged himself from the silk sheets and dark blankets with great hesitance. Pale fingers rubbing irritably at the sleep gathered in his eyes, the eldest King of Hueco Mundo eventually settled himself in the niche of the window seat right across from the four lovers' shared bed instead.

Where he unknowingly dishevelled his dark blue yukata by drawing up his one knee to balance himself better; splaying blue silk across pale shoulders as it fell open across a sculpted abdomen and he leisurely went through the comforting motions of lighting his kiseru expertly. Several moments of gentle calm later, a lit gold and black kiseru elegantly balanced between the fingers of his right hand, still lazy golden eyes lidded sensually behind pale lashes at the unconscious brush of Ichigo's still uncontrolled reiatsu saturating the room in a powerful push of unrestrained command. Proving to the older being that their consort was still far too unaware of the power he gave off naturally to reign himself in, or that he was still too consumed in the pleasured bliss that Ichiru had granted him so provocatively a few hours before.

A sly smirk tugged at pale lips, ringing in tandem to the small titter of amused laughter as Hichigo observed the scene spread before him so nostalgically and welcomingly now. To think , for even a second, that they thought they'd get away with it? Oh, he had a surprise for them. Well for Ichigo mostly, because Hichigo knew very well that there was no way Ichiru had not known he was awake through it all. Ichigo could very rarely, if at all, keep himself from broadcasting his insane pleasure across their shared bond when he was lavished in rapture by any of his lovers. And if they were not caught up in a deep impenetrable sleep like Ryuu was now, or completely oblivious to the world around them, his Three Kings were obviously going to feel the sensations of Ichigo's rising pleasure quite potently and deeply.

And the fact that Ichigo was not aware of what he was doing, unconsciously seeking to share his ultimate bliss and the insatiable love he held for his lovers so subtly, made experiencing its touch all the more endearing and sweet than any words of loving declaration could gift them with instead. It was an undeniable proof that deep within, nothing would ever be able to separate them. But that little truth also brought to light the second born King's trespass in taking Ichigo by himself the night before. Where Hichigo was so sure that his younger brother had probably enjoyed the thought of him watching them...listening to Ichigo's muffled cries of pleasure whilst he took his King right beneath his nose. It was sure to create a touch of jealousy in the older King's blood had he not already decided to take Ichigo for himself later that day, not already decided to indulge his little lover in the ultimate bliss a focused, one on one pairing could create.

There were certain merits to his triplet's actions however; where the older of the two had to commend his brother for his choice. Allowing Hichigo the second hand view of his beloved taking his own pleasure, struggling to control himself both internally and externally hadn't been bad at all, especially with those uncut hip length orange locks swaying and flitting with every tilt and shift of his hips as he rode out the sensations of his rapture. It had been very evocative to watch, leaving the older being just a little disappointed that his consort had kept himself remarkably quiet throughout the event. Impressed even that their Ichigo had found enough self control to actually pull it off so well, especially in that position.

It was truly astounding how fast of a learner he was, things always came so easily to him. A stern testament to his hard work and deep determination that never wavered, particularly when he worked so sweetly to obey every word that they spoke in the bedroom. But that wasn't what Hichigo was planning for today. He wanted Ichigo to fight his control and reach a new stage of pleasured bliss all on his own. And surely he was going to make it happen, even when he would need a little of Ichiru's help on this one. However reluctant he may be, Hichigo was still going to be pushing all of Ichigo's buttons to get him to submit willingly, learning to work on his instincts and not under the influence of their hazed bonds of rapture that could sometimes distort the consort's perception of the world around him. Especially with his heart constantly telling him to accommodate those around him first before thinking of himself.

But not today. For today, Ichigo was all his.

Smiling deviously in thought from behind a soft miasma of silvery smoke curling before golden eyes, Hichigo gazed fondly at his beloved curled contentedly beneath the sheets of their bed. The orangette was still protectively curled up to Ichiru's chest, his nose buried comfortingly within the folds of a yukata as a splay of long orange locks spread across the black silk sheets and pillows behind him. Leaving the older of the triplets to chuckle softly as he observed Ryuu unconsciously shuffling forward to sleepily take the place that Hichigo had just vacated mere moments before.

So typical, Ryuu was barely even aware of his own actions. Getting himself tangled in Ichigo orange locks until the consort made a noise of discomfort in his sleep, pulling away from Ichiru's embrace as another pair of arms draped across his slim waist and tugged him back against a strong chest instead. The youngest of the Three Kings' was invading his brother's space, who had previously been protectively clutching the orangette to him in sheer possessiveness, without an inkling of remorse. Ryuu merely nuzzling a warm neck quite happily now that he had captured Ichigo for himself again. Hichigo could only chuckle though, leaning back on his palm to better balance himself as he practically heard Ichiru's growl of annoyance ringing throughout the royal chambers several seconds later.

Sleepy golden eyes openly glaring at the one who had dared to steal Ichigo away from him, left Ichiru to shift forward vindictively. Pulling an unsuspecting moan from the orangette's parted petal pink lips when the second born slipped a thigh between his consort's legs and rested his forehead against Ichigo's softly before sinking back into the pillows and warm sheets once more with a contended sigh. Oh hell, the fight that would break out should Ryuu know what those two had done, the eldest did not want to know. Those two...they could get pretty violent when one was left out of the fun the other shared with Ichigo, and this time was no different than all the others.

Surely, this was what they called sibling rivalry, the eldest thought with a smirk.

Pressing his spiky white hair back against a cool windowpane with a little shake of his head, the First Mei-Ou allowed his mind to wander through all the previous encounters between him and his brothers about Ichigo, or fighting over him for his attention rather. He had his fare share of arguments with his triplets, those he always won in the end but when you threw Ichigo's presence into the mix, things could get a bit ugly. Especially because neither Ryuu or Ichiru, or Hichigo for that matter, liked to bow their heads to each other. To Ichigo yes, but to each other...it was like losing a piece of their stubborn, rightful pride. So bicker they did, him and Ichiru being the most obvious of the two that clashed. But when Ryuu joined in, it was a lot worse than usual.

And heaven forbid that Ichigo actually hear them...

But it didn't matter anymore. After having watched their beloved die before their very eyes all those years ago, they had found a new tolerance in each others' presence that was much sweeter and less violent than before. And that was all that mattered, as long as Ichigo was happy and content, then they would get along with each other for him. Being a brother to those two weren't so bad, especially when Ryuu was in a good mood. He was surprisingly sweet when he wanted to be, taking after Ichigo's need to look after everyone more than Ichiru and Hichigo did.

With a soft sigh and a lazy yawn, Hichigo allowed his eyes to drift shut as he hummed thoughtfully in contemplation. Secretly saving up his rising sexual tension for when he would need it later at the overwhelming images that danced hypnotically before his closed golden eyes. Hichigo was quietly waiting for something to stir in the room, for someone to finally wake at his call. And he didn't have to wait too much longer, finally granted his wish when he heard the distinctive shuffle of sheets and the pad of confidant, bare footsteps coming in his direction. The Dark King did not open his eyes, did not flinch when a presence settled itself beside him and did not shift an inch when his kiseru was abruptly plucked from his fingertips and stolen away by the curl of sly black nailed fingers and the distinctive sound of silvery smoke being blown out into the air from another pair of lips with a soft sigh.

'Hn.' His companion murmured irritably at the bitter taste, prompting the eldest of the white haired triplets to allow his eyes to flutter open just as the artificial lights began to slowly spill into their room at the coming approach of morning. Leaning his back against the cool windowpane more fully, Hichigo gazed to the side at the one who had come to sit beside him. 'Finally awake, Ichiru?' He asked with a leer. Turning his attention to his brother that had taken over his kiseru for now, creating an attractive display of drifting silvery smoke around them as he smirked in his older brother's direction at the glare he received for his actions.

'So...did you enjoy the show, Onii-san?' A sly voice remarked teasingly and Hichigo scoffed irritably, stealing his kiseru back from black nailed fingers before a deadly glower spread alarmingly within narrowed gold and black eyes.

'Don't tease, Ichiru. My anger is not easily controlled this morning.' Hichigo warned harshly, elegant black nailed fingers bringing the smoking pipe to his lips for a brief touch before he extinguished it again in the ash tray with an irritable tap. The last of the silvery smoke curling sensually from between his lips as he smiled slyly at his brother's presence now. Both of them keenly observing the two that were curled up all alone on the large bed. Ryuu seemed to have settled down again, having unconsciously dragged Ichigo to his chest, seeking out his lover's warmth as the orangette seemed to press as close to the youngest triplet as he could possibly get without winding up right on top of him, his tanned fingers even twined in long white locks quite possessively.

'Be lucky that I decided to let you have the King by himself last night, I'm not usually so generous as to allow it, Ichiru. But, it's going to cost ya, Otouto. You know the rules.' The older of the two warned, smirking in triumph when he knew Ichiru had practically just read his mind with the similar grin that curled at his lips before the younger of the two brothers looked away with a sneer and crossed his arms over his chest defensively. He was leaning back against the windowpane in semblance to his brother's form, stretching his legs out in front of him before he allowed his own mind to run through all the probable perverted possibilities that he knew was being formed within Hichigo's head at the moment.

'Heh. You're going to make him sing again aren't you?' At Hichigo's nod of affirmation, the younger of the two chuckled softly as he stood in a leisure stretch. 'Fine. How loud?' Was his only question as he started heading towards the walk in closet with near silent footsteps, following his brother's will without really looking back.

'Loud enough to let him voice his pleasure as much as he wants.' Hichigo called after his retreating form, watching intently as Ichiru ran his black nailed fingers through floppy white locks, rolling his golden eyes at Hichigo's declaration before he disappeared into the closet not too long after that. Re-emerging from within several minutes later with a predatory leer, similar in intensity to Hichigo's, tugging at his lips as he grinned in triumph at the eldest King's still seated form. There was a small black box nestled in his hands possessively, like a precious treasure as he made his way back to the window seat. Pressing a lingering kiss to Ichigo's forehead, tugging at Ryuu's hair to wake him more properly as he passed by the bed before he stopped in front of Hichigo's waiting form. He wasn't as reluctant to hand over the box as he first thought, passing it over to long elegant black nailed fingers as Hichigo rested it in his lap tenderly.

'Before you open that box, tell me where?' He didn't even need to ask though, the smirk on his triplet's lips was telling enough as Hichigo gazed over his shoulder.

'Do you even need to ask, Ichiru? There's only one room within this castle that is completely sound proof and sealed when the doors are closed.' Hichigo noted, watching absently as Ichiru shook his head in amusement. Allowing pale fingertips to trace the intricate carving upon the lid of the box instead, Hichigo paid little attention to his brother's now standing form as he turned towards the bathroom. Sharp golden eyes gazing irritably at the sharp light that was spilling into the room from the ceiling as time called for them to rise once more and face another intense day. With the attack that had happened the day before, there was sure to be a long interrogation that laid ahead for the one Shinigami they had managed to capture before he could escape back to soul society, and Hichigo trusted that his brothers would get everything they needed from him and the Hachibantai Taichō's presence within the castle without his help.

'I want details later~!' Ichiru waved over his shoulder, a deadly leer tugging at pale lips as he came to a halt in the threshold of the large bathroom. 'Just remember Hichigo, the contents of that box, you better look after it well. I'm entrusting it to you this time, even when we haven't tested it out on Ichigo before. So make sure you are gentle, it might be a little overwhelming for him at first. Keep him happy Hichi, he seems a bit down lately. Rewards in pleasure is so much better than endless nights spent in emotional pain.' The older of the two nodded in acknowledgment, allowing his triplet's insulting words to slide this time at the insinuation that he was incompetent enough to actually hurt his King...

Following Ichiru into the large bathroom after having awakened Ryuu, who had only blinked up at him sleepily before nodding at his words, Hichigo hummed softly to himself as he smiled at his youngest brother's expression. Ryuu was definately a bit put out that he had to give up his position sleeping next to Ichigo, but obeyed all the same as the Three Kings prepared themselves for another day spent as the rulers of Hueco Mundo. The eldest not even needing to look back once he had placed a parting kiss to his beloved's forehead. Waking the sleeping Ichigo only briefly to tell him where to find him later with a teasing kiss to his nose and a brief slide of their lips before he ushered his brother's outside to start the day.

He was spoiling his King again, leaving the consort to sleep in and allowing him the time he needed to catch up on the rest that he had missed out on the night before...something the older being was sure he was going to be needing later...

...

Semi-long, scruffy orange locks descended into frustrated glaring brown eyes. Feathering across warm cheeks (one marked in two curving lines of red) with a tickling touch as a slick pink tongue curiously ran over the bloodied cut on his forefinger in sheer annoyance. Seeking absently to sooth away the stinging ache present within the small wound, one Kurosaki Ichigo sighed softly in displeasure as he uncertainly made his way through the endless twists and turns present within Las Noches' complexly curving hallways. He was dutifully following the heady call of his beloved's reiatsu pulling him forward, feeling his unsteady footsteps carrying him deeper and deeper into the castle without any true knowledge of just where he was going.

Ichigo had been careless with the scissors earlier, having cut his finger in the process of trying to bring his long orange locks back to a more manageable length again. Luckily that had been all that had gone wrong though, a great surprise to the orange haired consort as he had been feeling distinctly unbalanced for a while now. But hopefully it was just his mind that was running away from him with a thousand confusing thoughts than anything else that was affecting him. He could only vaguely recall that Hichigo had awoken him earlier. Telling him to meet him in the Throne Room when he was ready and then the soft, comforting whisper of warm lips pressing against his forehead, the tip of his nose and sliding sensually across his lips before he had quickly been lulled back into a deep, impenetrable sleep once more.

It was almost as if the spiky white haired King had forced him back into a deep slumber with the mere touch of his gentle reiatsu. Leaving warm sensations skittering softly across Ichigo's tanned skin in a whispered lullaby. Where the sheer exhaustion of the emotionally draining events from the day before, encountering his past self within his mind and Ichiru's pleasurable lesson deep into the early hours of the morning, had left Ichigo to sleep in quite late. A reaction that he was not very proud of at the moment. But, when he had finally ascended into full consciousness about an hour ago, a numb ache running up his spine and the noticeable traces of dried sweat and semen clinging to his skin, Ichigo had been forced to remember exactly what had transpired between him and Ichiru quite vividly.

And the mere sensations leftover from then had made Ichigo feel very unbalanced and unsettled that morning. His steps uncertain even, as his mind remained a little too far away from his body and his very soul seemed to be screaming at him to right what had been wronged. Or maybe that was just his own guilt talking as he sighed softly in exhaustion. There was no doubt that something didn't feel right; like his other two lovers were a little further away from him than he would have liked them to be. And it was an entirely unpleasant sensation to be feeling when he was still dazed from oversleep. Luckily though, Ichigo had found that concentrating on Hichigo's presence was much easier than it had been before.

He was sure that the eldest of the Three Kings was calling out to him, leading him forward through the twists and turns present in the castle that would totally have gotten him lost before. Well, the presence of a servant not too far behind him to help should he get lost...it wasn't so bad he supposed. His rising frustration could easily be dealt with if he just managed to keep himself calm. But he wasn't and that was why Ichigo felt so out of it. He was irritably running his fingers through scruffy orange locks, wincing at the sting of his reopening cut. Shit...even recalling briefly what had transpired between him and his past self as the black sleeve of his shihakushō tickled his wrists softly, Ichigo shuddered in trepidation.

The memory he had relived, it was quite disconcerting when it seemed to occupy his entire mind in a flash of bloodied violence. He could remember everything from within it, the fear...the pain...the sorrow...the absolute terror of losing his father like he had his mother as well. It was swirling through a heavily taxed mind now as Ichigo drew a ragged breath into his resisting lungs. It was painful, he realized, and after having been given some time alone to actually sort through the heady influx of information, the more that Ichigo felt himself falling into a past that fast starting to consume him. No matter how sweet his orange haired doppelganger's comforts could be, no matter the joy that he found in his beloveds' arms...there was a deep, uncontained, anxiety building within him that was getting harder to keep away. Especially because of the attack that had happened yesterday.

Ichigo was starting to fear the real possibility that he would not be strong enough or have enough control to ever protect those that he loved so wholly, and if he couldn't protect them anymore then what good was he by their sides? Pushing him to frown deeply at the mere thought, Ichigo ran his fingers across Zangetsu's bandaged hilt in search of the comfort that only his blade could offer him. He felt much more affected by his returning memories now than he had first thought. It was even causing him to scowl deeply, absently brushing the pads of his fingers against the black cloth of his kosode, which concealed the flesh of his abdomen, where he had felt the slash of that deadly blade. Just who was that man? Ichigo had felt a true touch of fear for the first time since awakening here...and those cold eyes in the depths of his memories, it was―.

'Oi! It's the Strawberry again!' A resounding voice called; the orangette instantly stiffening at the brush of an unfamiliar reiatsu entering his range of senses as he whirled around angrily at the call of that condescending voice. Ichigo was glaring darkly, bristling at the nickname as he took a defensive step back once the blue haired Espada invaded his space far too closely for Ichigo to be comfortable with. Resting his hand across Zangetsu's hilt threateningly, the orange haired teen kept a firm eye trained on the double doors leading into the Throne Room behind him now. His attention only half focused on the one stepping towards him with such a deadly leer of satisfaction.

'What do you want, asshole?' Ichigo growled, not in the mood to deal with this as he tried his best not to let the rising irritation get to him.

'Oh so feisty already? Did you fall out of the wrong side of the bed?' The blue haired man purred and Ichigo tensed, urging the white bandage like material that sealed his Zanpactō to unravel as he prepared to draw Zangetsu in the need to defend himself. But at the surrendering hands of the sixth Espada, the blue haired Arrancar pulling them up defensively before he relaxed his threatening stance, Ichigo stopped. A frown of confusion tugging at his brow at the taller man's behaviour around him. It was as if he was appeasing Ichigo, seeking to keep his anger calm should he rile him up anymore. 'Easy there, Strawberry I'm not―.'

'Don't call me that!' Ichigo snapped, sheathing Zangetsu again as he took another step towards the black doors without showing his back to his enemy. 'My name is Ichigo! Not Strawberry or any other variation you can come up with! Now what do you want?! I'm in a hurry!' Ichigo knew he was being unreasonable and unfair but he wasn't feeling well, especially with the odd twist of anxiety in his stomach as he clenched his fingers by his side the longer that this man kept him away from entering those two doors behind him. But so far the Arrancar's mere presence was grating on his nerves, especially now because of the not so subtle lustful leer he could see curling at that insane smirk.

'Geez, I was just goin' te warn ye, Your Highness.' The blue haired Espada noted condescendingly, his name the only one that Ichigo hadn't heard yet as he turned on his heel and started to walk away. Grinning over his shoulder as he pointed towards the door behind Ichigo with a little wave. 'The King's pissed this morning, and I mean really pissed, little consort. I've never seen him turn to his instincts so fast just because of a mere messenger. He's quite terrifying when he takes on that form, you know. But then again, I hear so are you.' Ichigo frowned concernedly, absently turning towards the black doors as he sought to feel out the touch of reiatsu from his beloved for any pain and upset like the man said. But he only encountered a restless frustration more than anything...much like his own.

'Anyways, take care, I-chi-go. I'll see ya around again. And my offer still stands, Strawberry, if you want to be spread out on my sheets for a change―.' A flash of cerulean disappeared in sonido the instant that Ichigo felt a deep and dark rage igniting through his very veins. His fingers clutched painfully tight against the hilt of his sword as he barely kept himself back from releasing a Getsuga Tenshō before his lost target could disappear out of sight and he could truly lose his composure. He was trembling instead, seeking to bring himself back under control as he shakily sealed Zangetsu again and settled him across his back.

'Shit!' He swore uncharacteristically, pushing open the large black doors with great difficulty before peering inside the room anxiously for the form of his beloved. 'Hichi? Are you here? Are you okay?' Ichigo called softly, jumping in fright when the doors shut behind him with a loud bang. Shutting out the servant that had been following him dutifully and leaving Ichigo feeling suddenly cornered as concerned brown eyes frantically scanned the darkened room for any sigh of his upset Hichigo. The artificial lights seemed to have been shut off, the room only illuminated by the eternal moonlight from outside. But even then, Ichigo was sure that there was an indiscernible form sitting upon that high throne.

'Hi-chi-go?' 'The orangette swallowed around the name, walking forward cautiously as he called out to his beloved again. His eyes following the form that was sprawled seemingly exhaustedly upon the throne the closer that he drew. He was forced to do a double take though, startled at the long, sheer white locks trailing down the side of the seat of power. Which Ichigo was sure would reach down the first King's back to brush his hips should he stand now as it spilled towards the floor. The white haired First King only tilted his head to the side where it was resting against the armrest of the large throne though, his legs draped over the other side as deep gold and black eyes followed Ichigo's every uncertain move across the room and towards the dais that he was seated upon.

'Hichigo? What's wrong?' Ichigo called again, quite concerned when despondent golden eyes trained solely upon him with an absent frown. A black nailed hand reaching out towards him, beckoning him upwards to come stand by his King's side as Ichigo absently noticed the change in length and sharpness of those black fingernails curling around his wrist so possessively. 'What happened?' Ichigo asked softly, his concern waved aside as it tugged a small smirk across Hichigo's pale lips.

Settling himself upright on his throne, Hichigo parted his thighs for his consort to straddle as he suddenly pulled Ichigo into his lap and wound him up in a fierce embrace. Despite Ichigo's cry of indignation and squirming to get out of the restrictive arms wound around him, he tried very hard to suppress his own shudder at the feeling of a warm nose nuzzling the side of his neck tenderly. Zangetsu's form was digging almost painfully into his back, his very heart responding to the comforting touch as Ichigo simply couldn't stop the small noise of contentment spilling freely from his lips.

'Hichi...what're you―.'

'One question at a time, King.' Hichigo said teasingly, warm lips pressing against the shell of a dainty ear as Ichigo moaned softly. 'But just so you know, nothing happened. I just got a little frustrated is all, it's not good when a certain Espada decides to piss me off for fun. But you're here now, so it's fine.' Ichigo breathed softly in relief, strangely appeased by those words despite the concerned frown tugging at his lips as he still tried to worm himself out of Hichigo's embrace. Flushing at the current position in which he found himself in and exactly where it was that he was sitting. It didn't feel right...he had never even been atop the dais before, never mind actually sitting on the throne that belonged to his lovers. But with Hichigo winding him up in such a strict embrace, Ichigo was finding in harder and harder not to want to fall limp against a strong chest.

'Hichi! No! Let me go, I―.' Ichigo whined pitifully, feeling a dark red colouring his nose when Zangetsu was suddenly pulled from his back and rested against the side of the throne. Hichigo's lips pressing against the back of his neck, brushing his scruffy orange locks aside as a lazy blue tongue traced the skin there teasingly. Instantly causing Ichigo to stiffen at the intimate caress. Feeling his heart stuttering against his chest as a breath lodged itself in his throat, Ichigo whined softly when black nailed fingers twined with his left hand and the restrictive arm curled around his waist only tightened in warning to keep him still.

'Hush, Ichigo. You're upset , I can feel it. It's most likely my fault because you're picking up the frustration from me. But you need to relax, King, please. It's difficult enough to keep my instincts to possess you at bay when you're squirming in my lap.' Ichigo's breath promptly stalled in his chest, his world shattering around him as a low whine of need lodged itself in his throat. Damn it! He had come here to make sure Hichigo was alright after hearing that damned Espada talk about him being upset, because he asked him to come earlier. Not for this...not for his own instincts to start responding to his beloved's insatiable call as Ichigo felt Hichigo's very soul reaching irrevocably out to him, begging him to complete their soul deep connection as something deep, needy and all too familiar began to settle within his veins.

'Hn...Hichigo...not here...someone...'

'No one comes in here when I am alone with you. They're not allowed to. Besides, I have something I want to ask you Ichigo.' Hichigo purred softly and Ichigo nodded hazily in consent, brown eyes lidding behind pale lids as he felt an overwhelmingly comfortable push of reiatsu skittering across his skin in tandem to every shift of those long white locks brushing against his shoulder and the skin of his neck when Hichigo tucked him fully against his form with no indication of letting him go any time soon. Prompting Ichigo to squirm again when he felt something warm and distinctly hard pressing against his lower back. Hichigo had just said―.

'B-but...'

'Nuh ah~ Ichi! Stay still. I want to know if you enjoyed yourself last night, King. Did Ichiru take good care of you?' Those few purring, teasing, words...it was all it took for Ichigo's entire world to crumble into pieces around him. A dark flush of red spilling onto his cheeks as the information descended upon his mind in a dizzying rush. He knew, he knew, he knew...he watched... was all that the orangette could hear echoing through his head as he breathed shakily through a sudden hitched sob. Finally finding some of his hidden strength to stumble away from his beloved's lap in dizzying steps. A deep, unsettled anxiety was shooting through his entire being as Ichigo tried to hide his flushed features behind his hand when Hichigo abruptly grabbed a hold of his wrist and tugged him backwards towards his lap again. But the Dark King caused Ichigo to stumble instead, the consort falling to his knees in front of the throne as Hichigo quickly caught his forehead in his palm before Ichigo could collide painfully with the edge of the throne.

'Nggh...f-fuck. Let me go, Hichigo...please...' Ichigo begged, shivering at the new position he found himself in. The First King having caught his chin between his forefinger and thumb to keep him in place.

'Oh...wow. Now this I haven't seen in a long time, Ichigo.' Hichigo breathed with a predatory leer, threading his fingers through semi-long orange locks softly as he chuckled in sheer amusement at bewildered chocolate brown orbs that were gazing up at him from a sprawl of messy orange locks. 'I was just telling you that I saw you two, Ichigo. Something that is not uncommon in this relationship, believe me. There's no need to kneel so sweetly for forgiveness, my King. I was just wondering how you were going to make it up to me, leaving me all alone and cold last night. But now I see, I don't even need to be inventive at all. You're cute, Ichi. So bold too...' Hichigo purred quite happily, tracing a single black fingernail down Ichigo's left cheek teasingly before he suddenly bent down to rest their foreheads together intimately.

'NO...I wasn't―.' Ichigo breathed in sheer horror, balking at the insinuation of those words. But he was forced to trail off however, when two black nailed fingers were unceremoniously pressed between his parted lips to silence him completely.

'Shush, King. Now's not the time for talk. You've been feeling out of it this morning, frustrated...upset?' The orangette scowled deeply, biting softly at those fingers in his mouth even as he nodded reluctantly at his Hichigo's words. His eyes completely averted from Hichigo's intense gaze, afraid of what his own flushed features looked like as the Dark King suddenly hummed softly above him. Surprising the orangette when he pulled his fingers from between those lips and replaced them with his tongue instead. Dragging Ichigo into a headily erotic entanglement of dancing tongues that sought to completely steal away the orangette's reason as he tilted his head back instantly to get more. Moaning softly against a pair of moist lips and a sly tongue that offered him a near overwhelming brush of need and arousal, Ichigo could only gaze dazedly up at his beloved several erotic minutes later when he pulled away. Licking pale lips to snap the string of saliva that still connected their tongues; Ichigo shivered softly as Hichigo pressed his lips against Ichigo's forehead in a lingering whisper.

'You'll feel better soon,' he promised, black nailed fingers reaching for Ichigo's hand that had come to rest against the edge of the throne as he pushed it against a white hakama clad thigh instead. Forcing Ichigo to feel the undeniable arousal beneath the fabric, draining the colour from reddened cheeks as he realized what he was being asked to do.

'Hichigo?' Ichigo breathed softly in fear.

'It's okay, I'll look after you today. There's nothing to fear.'

'Help me, Hichi...please...I'm not very good at this, yet...' A suddenly small voice begged softly and the eldest King felt his breath stalling within his chest. A deadly heated gaze entering his half lidded eyes, colliding fiercely with determined brown orbs when Ichigo looked up at him pleadingly from behind the sprawl of his messy orange locks. Shit! Hichigo cursed abruptly, Ichigo was already kneeling so sweetly between his parted thighs. Surprising the older being when the orangette suddenly leant forward to reach for a pale hand that had been resting against the armrest of the throne shyly. Ichigo uncertainly pulling two warm fingers into a warm, wet mouth to test out the tolerance of his technique. His unconscious sensual act however, caused the white haired King to groan softly at the sight.

'S-shit, Ichigo. Don't talk like that, you're already far too enticing as it is. Take your time...do what you want to prepare yourself but please don't tease me so much.' Hichigo warned softly, shivering at the sweet words that had just caressed his ears as he groaned happily in rising contentment and the brush of sheer, rushing arousal entering his veins hotly. Carding the fingers of his free hand through messy orange locks as a distraction to all the searing, burning images of his fantasies dancing before his very eyes that Ichigo created now, Hichigo fell back against the throne softly. Burning into his skin the touch of soft orange strands brushing against his fingertips, the caress of a pink tongue around his fingertips as he allowed himself to be carried away at his consort's still uncertain pace.

Hichigo chuckled softly though, sensing that his growing arousal was starting to affect Ichigo as well. Even when he himself was shuddering at the soft fingertips that clenched and unclenched uncertainly in the folds of his hakama, scraping blunt nails teasingly against the skin of his inner thighs and instantly chasing up Hichigo's arousal as Ichigo suckled on the two digits in his mouth curiously, still a bit unsure of his movements. The Dark King tugged softly at his orange locks though, reminding Ichigo of his task when the orangette shifted on his knees distractedly to bring himself closer to his beloved. Resting his hand against the back of Ichigo's head, Hichigo pressed his fingers a little deeper into that warm mouth as a dark burning fire of want sang headily through his veins.

Forcing him to acknowledge the rapid growth of sexual tension that he had been locking away since that morning. The white haired being sighed softly; this hadn't been what he had been planning at first, he had an entirely different scenario worked out in his head with the gift Ichiru had given him that morning...but he could always implement that part for Ichigo later. Right now however, with Ichigo kneeling so provocatively before him...Hichigo just couldn't seem to stop himself. He was getting impatient to feel the absolute, clawing pleasure that only his beloved could grant him. He needed to feel closer. And his need was only made all the more arousing when Ichigo got really into his task, swirling his pink tongue expertly around black nailed fingers and sucking quite pleasurably at pale skin. Even swallowing around the saliva that was starting to leak past cherry red lips...

Fuck! It was enough, Hichigo couldn't take much more. His sweet innocent Ichigo was going to break him and Hichigo was already finding it very hard to concentrate on anything other than those beautifully flushed features and haunting brown eyes gazing up at him with a half lidded gaze of promise. Every sense of rationality seemed to have left his mind. The concerns he had from before, his ragging anger that had exploded out of him when a messenger bearing bad news had come, and the rising anticipation he had been feeling that entire morning as Ichigo's mere presence enveloped him now in a gentle sense of belonging, it was almost too much as everything was replaced by the sheer burning need. Leaving Hichigo to growl possessively when he felt his beloved's very soul seek to drag him back into the orange haired teen's all consuming love again.

'Ichi...that's enough. Your technique's fine, you'll do Ichiru proud I'm sure.' Hichigo murmured softly in praise, pulling his fingers from between cherry red lips cautiously, gazing lustfully at the string of saliva that was still stuck to the pads of his fingers as Ichigo frowned up at him in confusion. There was a slow spread of ink black beginning to seep into the whites of his eyes, the orange haired teen's very soul beginning to adhere to the sensuality of the situation as he moaned softly when Hichigo wet his lips with brushing fingertips and abruptly tugged Ichigo's head forward. The orangette's nose pressing unexpectedly against the hardened flesh of his beloved's erection beneath the loose fabric of that white hakama as Ichigo's breath hitched softly in trepidation to what was to come.

'Do you think you can do it now?' The white haired King asked softly, leaning his head back against the throne when Ichigo nodded in consent. A touch of uncertainty creeping into chocolate brown orbs as the orangette absently nuzzled his new prize, Ichigo even panting softly in the rise of anticipation when Hichigo pulled at the black sash that kept his hakama secured to his hips and brought Ichigo's head forward into his lap with a tug. Imploring the orangette to lick his lips again, Ichigo soon found himself obeying effortlessly as he reached his hand upwards to curl long tanned fingers around the base of Hichigo's erection just as warm fingertips buried in his hair. Giving a little tug at soft strands when Ichigo ran his tongue across the sensitized head, slipping it sharply against the slit as he tasted his beloved's leaking essence. Ichigo moaned softly, no longer able to keep himself back as he slid his moist lips over the mushroomed head. Suckling softly, trying to suppress a shudder as the action instantly drew a soft noise of deep contentment from the Dark King's throat the instant that Ichigo took him in deeper.

The dazed orangette was cursing inside however, his own arousal now brushing tantalizingly against the inside of his thigh as he shifted restlessly on his knees. Rocking his head back and forth in a slow climbing rhythm; Ichigo moaned deeply around his mouthful as he began to feel it. The heady synchronized pleasure flowing from Hichigo's soul directly into him...it was starting to sing through the consort's veins in a licentious fire of want and desperate need. Even threw a deep haze of rapture across his mind at the mere thought that he was the one offering his beloved such pleasure and deep seated contentment. The teen had completely forgotten where he was, what he was doing even as fulfilling Hichigo's climbing need for release became the only task to occupy Ichigo's entire soul.

Bobbing his head in a steady rhythm, Ichigo revelled happily in the rising moans of pleasure that was starting to ring pleasantly throughout the Throne Room. Feeling his heart beating a painful tattoo of sympathetic pleasure against his chest at the sheer dominance that the older being held over him now. Ichigo was eagerly leaning into those guiding hands, the fingertips resting on the back of his neck, forcing Hichigo's cock deeper into Ichigo's mouth at impatiently scraping fingernails. The older being even tugging impatiently at orange locks when it wasn't enough and Ichigo became strongly aware of the sheer power lashing through the atmosphere uncontrollably. Hichigo's reiatsu even seeking to curl around him protectively as the orangette whined softly in rising frustration to his own straining need.

Pulling back again, his teeth scraping softly against sensitized flesh, Ichigo began to feel his beloved tensing above him in the build of his oncoming release. Warm words of praise and enjoyment encouraging him onwards as Ichigo obeyed his King's every whim and desire floating into the room with increasingly strained whispers. Sucking harder when asked, breathing through his nose when his breath got too short and even attempting to swallow everything whole...Ichigo was quickly forced to pull back though, his gag reflex forced into action instead. Feeling tears streaming down his cheeks when warm fingertips came up to brush away at the evidence of his failure, Ichigo breathed raggedly in climbing distress. Eventually relaxing against the gentle touches messaging the back of his neck to brush away his sudden fit before the orangette was guided forward again, implored to take the straining erection in his mouth once more.

'Hah...c-careful Ichi! Don't push yourself,' Hichigo cautioned softly, hissing lowly when Ichigo promptly took him inside his scorching hot mouth again and fingernails scraped painfully against the orangette's scalp. 'Take your time...y-you're already doing so well already.' Hichigo praised softly and Ichigo nodded around his mouthful, taking his time to tease his beloved this time as his own gold and black eyes stared up at Hichigo's pleasure twisted features sensually. This was the first time that Ichigo had seen the barest touch of pink touching those pale cheeks, pale lips parting in stuttering breaths as long white locks seemed fall forward over Hichigo's shoulders to brush against the top of Ichigo's head when he suddenly bucked upwards to get more. Ichigo was truly captivated, not wanting to miss a single moment when the older being seemed to hang onto the last precipice of his release.

'Ichi...oh shit! M-more...please!' Hichigo called pleadingly and Ichigo stiffened, quite surprised when that broken, hollow shout that echoed erotically throughout the empty space became the prelude to the sudden and fierce flood of scorching hot liquid into his mouth. The warmth sliding down his throat as Ichigo clenched his eyes shut against the odd sensation that was chasing through his veins, he wanted to pull back...to breathe when it got too much but Hichigo kept his hands pressed firmly against the back of Ichigo's head. Keeping the orange haired consort in place as a deadly smirk of satisfaction curled at his pale lips and he arched back when Ichigo swallowed around his mouthful suddenly.

'F-fuck! T-that's it...s-wallow it, King...all of it...' Hichigo implored with hitching breaths and Ichigo shuddered, feeling a dark and deep red blossoming freely across his nose as his own arousal gave a twitch of anticipation. Revelling even in the commanding tone as Ichigo obeyed, finally allowed to breathe when that harness softened in his mouth and Hichigo leaned back against his seat of power in lazy sated pleasure. Ichigo was gazing hazily up at Hichigo's satisfied features, laying his forehead against a still hakama clad thigh as he licked away the last of those pearly white drops spilling from the slit until Hichigo pulled at his scruffy orange hair at the back of his neck to still his actions against his overly sensitized flesh.

Ichigo was drifting in a sense of heaven though, he had never seen Hichigo looked like this, never even knew he could cause it as Ichigo eagerly drank up the sight. Breathing heavily as he swiped his tongue across his lips, gazing up his beloved from lowered lashes as Ichigo shifted impatiently on his knees to get comfortable again. Hichigo was quite beautiful bathed in the eternal moonlight, panting for breath and completely relaxed against the back of his throne. Even pulling his one leg up after resettling his white shihakushō before he promptly dragged Ichigo into his lap again. Even when Ichigo stumbled with some difficulty, headily reminded of his own unsettled arousal as warm lips briefly whispered against his forehead tenderly.

...

'Thank you.' The older King whispered sincerely and Ichigo smiled softly, eagerly leaning into the entanglement of their tongues as Hichigo kissed him deeply and erotically. A sly blue tongue swiping away at the drops of white that had escaped Ichigo's lips without his knowledge as he whispered softly and endearingly into a fast reddening ear quite lewdly. Ichigo whined softly in denied pleasure though, rocking against his beloved's now propped up thigh as Hichigo's fingertips trailed teasingly down his back and brushed sensually against the dip in his spine. Slipping teasingly beneath the hem of his black hakama several seconds later despite Ichigo's jerk of surprise. The small action however, caused Ichigo to wail softly in need. Sharp black fingernails pressing against his entrance promisingly to tease him with several brushes as Ichigo threw his head back and cried out when sharp teeth dug deeply against the skin of his neck suddenly.

'You're really riled up today, King.' Hichigo purred teasingly, 'I guess you liked that.' The older being noted before he suddenly reached behind him for something on the floor, bringing it upwards with a lazy tug as he smiled up at Ichigo's panting features now. Laying a small black box against the arm rest of the throne, the small object remained smaller than a shoe box but much bigger than a jewellery box as it left Ichigo to frown deeply in puzzlement at its appearance. Even as he leaned towards Hichigo when those fingers brushing against his entrance suddenly pressed inside of him , the orangette let out a harsh yelp of surprise. Deeply disappointed when they withdrew so quickly, Ichigo was left to whine at the loss instead...feeling very frustrated with a rising growl built in his throat.

'Easy, Ichigo. I was just checking if you were still stretched from last night.' The long white haired King said softly and Ichigo was stunned absolutely speechless at the words, flushing deeply at their nonchalance before he sought to pull away from his beloved's arms again in sheer embarrassment. Hichigo merely chuckled in his ear though, drawing Ichigo's attention towards the box he had just flipped the lid of by reaching for the contents nestled upon a bed of black velvet.

'W-what is it?' Ichigo asked curiously, observing Hichigo intently as he pulled out a strange silvery, egg shaped device. There was a long string of black attached to the end of it, tapering off to a small square black box that had several buttons and dials present upon its surface. Hichigo hummed softly in amusement at his consort's reaction, golden eyes quite sated with bliss as he began spreading something sweet smelling and slick across its surface from a crystal vial that had been nestled in the velvet beside the device. The older King chuckling eventually at Ichigo's intent and interested gaze as the orangette curled his arms around Hichigo's neck for support and shifted in his lap restlessly. Absently seeking to grind his straining arousal against Hichigo when his need for release got too much. Especially when sly black nailed fingers now teased his straining erection through the black fabric of his hakama briefly.

'S-so what is it?' Ichigo asked softly with a stutter, frowning abruptly when Hichigo pressed a kiss to his nose before pulling the silvery device to display it for Ichigo's eyes quite proudly.

'This little thing? This King, is a gift from Ichiru. He said that you'll enjoy it.' The older being purred teasingly, pulling Ichigo's head downward to press his lips against a smooth forehead as he chuckled softly when Ichigo's breath hitched in his chest the instant that he trailed the egg shaped device away from Ichigo's vision and slipped his hand into the hem of Ichigo's now loosened black hakama again. Pressing the suddenly cold device against Ichigo's entrance with heady implications as the orangette felt his eyes widened considerably in both fear and surprise.

'Brace yourself.' Was Ichigo's only warning as a sudden wailing cry erupted deafeningly throughout the Throne Room.

'No!' The orange haired consort yelled in ragging surprise, only belatedly having realized what Hichigo had been intending to do with it until it was too late. He cried out softly now, when it came to rest deep inside of him. Ichigo was lurching forward, shuddering at the new and foreign sensation it created within him as he sobbed into a white kosode softly to hide his unexpected reaction. He didn't like it...it felt weird. Even when the stretch wasn't as painful as Ichigo was expecting it to be, it was cold. Very cold and felt really odd, moving much easier within him as it shot a heady and sudden brush of rapture up his spine when it came to rest against that pleasurable button inside of him. 'C-cold...Hichi...it's cold!' Ichigo complained, tugging his teeth at the skin of a warm neck as he tried to ground himself against the slick, quickly warming device shifting only deeper inside when Ichigo leaned backwards to get away from it. His action only succeeding in pressing Hichigo's fingers and the thing much deeper.

'Hih! NO! S-stop it...t-take it out!' Ichigo cried alarmingly in fear, tensing when sly black nailed fingers tugged at the cord softly to bring it down a little again, leaving Ichigo shuddering and wailing at the strange pulling sensation in his stomach it created when the older King chuckled in his ear headily and murmured soothingly in his ear. Not even reprimanding Ichigo when he must have been tugging at hip length white locks quite harshly and he was sure he could taste blood in his mouth.

'Hush...it's okay, Ichi. It's just a vibrator. Relax. It'll make you feel better soon.' Ichigo could barely even contemplate what the older King was saying. He didn't know what a vibrator was even but he soon found out all on his own as Hichigo suddenly pulled him from his lap and settled him on the throne instead. Pulling the back of Ichigo's hand towards his lips for a chaste kiss as he knelt before Ichigo in seeming fidelity instead, slipping himself comfortably between Ichigo's parted thighs after having pulled the orangette's hakama down to expose his straining arousal to the cold air. Warm fingertips curling around the base firmly before he smirked up at his King deviously, still clutching in his hand the little black box that Ichigo could only stare at in trepidation now.

'Just enjoy, King.' Hichigo murmured against the throbbing flesh of Ichigo's erection, a sly fingernail pressing and tugging at a dial in his hand as Ichigo suddenly felt his entire world breaking around him in a wailing cry of sheer, utter, clawing, overwhelming rapture the instant that the toy jerked to life inside of him. He arched back simultaneously, screaming in sheer stimulation when warm lips descended over his cock in tandem to the new and utterly overwhelming pleasure of the vibrator inside of him. It was too much, the vibrations streaking up his spine...he couldn't get away...he couldn't get close enough and Ichigo was so sure that Hichigo had just broken him. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe...couldn't even blink away the tears that were once again trailing icily down his cheeks.

'Hichi...Hichigo...please...please...OH GOD!' Ichigo sobbed despairingly...he didn't know what to ask for anymore. He was hanging in a world of ultimate bliss, his entire being completely shattered as everything around him seemed to blur into a sense of numb rapture. It hadn't even been a minute yet and Ichigo was splintering inside. Everything was centred around that single pleasure consuming his soul in a flame of utter madness, making him wonder how something so seemingly small could offer him such insane sensations when he felt a litany of curses and cries for more spilling past his lips. His shouts were echoing loudly throughout the room, Ichigo knew, but he couldn't hold himself back anymore.

The thing inside of him, the vibrator...it wasn't so uncomfortable as the stretch his beloved's arousal pressed into him were, making everything more intense as it seemed to have settled right against his prostate. He was sure he was screaming himself hoarse, totally losing his mind as Hichigo swallowed him whole and intensified the vibrations inside of him by building a warm, sucking sensation around Ichigo's cock that was searing through his veins intensely. Ichigo couldn't think anymore, his back arched against the throne he was now seated upon, literally feeling a new and heady rush of power entering his entire being as his heart reached out irrevocably to the one gifting him such insane sensations.

It never seemed to stop and when Ichigo's finally snapped...he felt his entire soul shattering with the intense and sheer clawing rapture that was streaking through his veins and burning deeply into his skin. He couldn't take it anymore, a hoarse shout of his beloved's name the only warning Hichigo received before Ichigo's back bowed in utter unadulterated rapture. He cried out deeply, his fingernails near bloody against the arms rests of the throne as icy tendrils of tears fell past his lids in hypersensitive awareness. His vision was starting to blur, his climax shooting through so intensely that Ichigo was completely dizzy and unbalanced to the world around him.

'Hichi...please...too much...t-turn it off!' Ichigo whined breathlessly, still consumed through the sheer ragging roar of blood rushing in his ears as the First King merely chuckled happily against his thigh. Licking his lips after having swallowed Ichigo's release before he suddenly turned down the dial and Ichigo was allowed to breathe again for the first time as a sly blue tongue licked away at the last traces of his release and a deadly smirk stained pale lips. Golden eyes gazing up at Ichigo before the orangette, still completely dazed, was tugged down for a headily erotic kiss. Hichigo's hand coming up to rest against Ichigo's torso to keep him steady as toes curling against the ground and he panted for breath. His every exhale still stained with a soft noise of pure contentment drifting blissfully past cherry red lips...

'Was it good, King? Did you enjoy Ichiru's gift?' A voice purred teasingly in the shell of a dainty ear, pulling Ichigo once more into lazy wakefulness as he curled further against the lap he was now nestled upon. The orange haired consort shifting irritably at the feeling of that toy still inside of him but Hichigo made no move to take it out, in fact the older being had already resettled Ichigo's black hakama in place and was stroking his fingers through scruffy orange locks to calm his the orangette's still stuttering breaths. Ichigo groaned softly in discomfort, shifting in his beloved's arms that was wound restrictively against his waist and kept him place as his legs were draped over the side of the throne and his head was nestled against his beloved's shoulder.

'Answer me, Ichi, was it good?' Hichigo asked again, fingertips tugging at the shell of Ichigo's ear in warning when the consort didn't answer right away. His action eventually forced the orangette to nod dazedly against a warm shoulder. A deep flush of red skittering across Ichigo's cheeks when he realized that the sensations he had just experienced was more than good, it was utterly addicting and needy. It was still streaking like little aftershocks of electricity across his skin right now, leaving a dizzying rush in its wake. Ichigo even moaned softly when Hichigo trailed his fingertips against the skin of his arm, brushing the skin softly to offer him a touch of comfort through all the ragging sensations of bliss he had just barely managed to live through.

'I'm sure Ichiru will love to hear that, King. Because you were singing so beautifully. I have never heard you reach such decibels in this room before, I think you just set a record―.' Ichigo slapped his hand across Hichigo's mouth, scowling darkly at those teasing words as he shuddered at the feeling of a tongue tracing against the skin of his palm teasingly. Keeping him wrapped up in the heady bliss that had descended upon his mind as he was eventually forced to pull back his hand to get rid of the sensations and he closed his eyes tiredly in exasperation. He had enough teasing, he couldn't take much more before he snapped.

'S-shut it!' Ichigo glared deeply, snuggling into Hichigo's white kosode instead as he sought to curl as close to his beloved as he could, attempting to hide his embarrassment in the folds of a white kosode as he murmured softly against the skin of a pale neck. 'I heard enough teasing about singing from him when he called, I don't have to hear it from you again!' Ichigo growled in indignation. 'Besides you weren't much better, you can sing pretty well too...Hi-chi-go...' Ichigo leered, trailing his tongue upwards against a column of pale flesh until he reached a strong jaw and briefly pressed his lips against a pale pair of lips. He was startled though to see a dark flare of emotion igniting within those golden eyes boring deeply into his very soul.

'It's nice to see your insatiably teasing fire back again...King. But, who the fuck are you talking about? Who teased you, who called you?!' Hichigo rumbled in a sudden flare of intense jealousy and Ichigo shuddered in trepidation, his mind only catching up to his spoken thoughts now as a sudden influx of anxiety ignited within his heart and forced him to look away from that intense gaze that sought to dismantle him from the inside. Oh shit...he had just said the complete wrong thing, hadn't he?

'Come to think of it, Ichigo, before you passed out yesterday...you said something like that also. I don't think Ichiru heard you but I did...what was it that you said? ''You're going to have to catch me...he's calling again..." what do you mean King? It's upsetting to hear that you know, right before you pass out. So will you explain it to me, King? Before I lose my temper? I don't think I can hold it back much longer.' Hichigo's voice said deeply and Ichigo shivered, eyes widening at the beginnings of a white and black mask that was forming over his First King's left eye. Leaving Ichigo for the first time shudder in fear at the suddenly cold look seeping into those red tinted eyes that were gazing deeply into him.

Ichigo sighed softly as he pressed his lips against a white brown, twining his fingers lovingly with a black nailed hand as he pulled Hichigo's hand towards his heart. Seeking to soothe away the sudden anger he had just instilled. He only had one problem...how was he going to do this without sounding completely insane?

Sorry about the cliffhanger there, but I cannot put more into this chapter...it'll be a total overload of information. But for now, I hope that you enjoyed and look forward to my next update. Please be so kind as to feed my two muses, Ichigo and Older Ichigo have been getting restless lately...just kidding.

Thanks again everyone, I'm off for some hot chocolate and a warm bath...even though it's only in the afternoon here.

Ja Ne

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