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Breath Unto Me	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Crossovers Views: 2567 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, Kuroshitsuji, Devil May Cry or any of the characters. their respective owners do. I make absolutely no money from this or any fanfiction I write.

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Title: Breathe Unto Me
Fandom: Bleach/Devil May Cry/Kuroshitsuji
Chapter: 8B (14)
Characters: Dante/Vergil, Ichigo
Word count: 1574
Warnings: Nothing much
AN: Woot! Yes, I am back to my normal Schedule. Hopefully. Life has been insane and July’s Camp NaNoWriMo is coming up. *twitches* So much to do, so little time to do it. *sighs*

Okay, time to write!

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“Now, do you want to tell me why you’re paying for everything?” Ichigo asked as he shifted through various shirts that had drawn his attention, looking for something that would fit him. Dante smirked at him and shrugged. He crossed his arms as the shop’s attendant watched, holding a few items that Ichigo had decided to try on.

Ichigo just gave him an amused look before turning back to what he was doing. Dante spotted the tailor that he wanted for the job, pulling him aside while keeping an eye on Ichigo, making sure no one got to close to him. Last night had shown him and his lover just how much Ichigo was brilliant and beautiful, even more so with a gun in his hand. But that morning had also show them his softer side, making their Devil’s blood perk up in interest.

As he watched Ichigo, he talked about what he was hoping the man could make for him, showing him some of the sketches and sizes that they had gotten from Ciel in the last couple of hours while out and about. It had been a surprise that the two demons had the information and was willing to give it to them, especially for what they wanted to, but they had also learned that Ichigo liked to explore with clothes.

What they wanted to have was something that he already had a few pieces of, but nothing quite like the full set that they were working on getting him.

Smirking and handing over the card once the man had a basic sketched idea, promising to have the sketch done in an hour and the outfit done in a week with his most trusted tailors, Dante paid for it. He also had them start a bill for Ichigo with the same card while he tried on clothes. Walking over to the dressing rooms, he sprawled out while he waited for Ichigo to come out in his first outfit.

He groaned in pleasure, low and soft, when Ichigo came out of the dressing room. He was dressed in a pair of pants that hugged his hips and legs, loosening just a bit down around his calves and ankles, topped with a blood red shirt that teased. He whistled in appreciation, making Ichigo blush as he looked over the outfit in the large mirrors. He went back into the changing room and bought nearly everything that he showed off. Two shirts, a sweater, and a pair of pants not making the final cut.

With items paid for and bags in hand, they went out to the car. Dante put the bags into the trunk before driving to a higher-class art store. He smirked at the nearly orgasmic look on Ichigo’s face when they walked in. Ichigo grabbed a large cart and two sets of the stiff solid plastic hand baskets as was his usual routine while Dante grabbed a matching set, following at the other man.

He smiled at just how carefully Ichigo considered each item that caught his attention, starting with the post-holiday things that they still had out, and the whittling section that was near the front of the store. Ichigo idly said that he had noticed that Vergil had a whittling knife that needed replacement. They moved to the fabric store, Dante figuring that Ichigo had spent easily three hundred in that section alone when they left it. He found all sorts of fabrics that he wanted to play with, including some rather nice leather that he had bought nearly six yards of.

They moved through each section slowly, the baskets slowly filling. Ichigo blushingly admitted that he was replacing most of what he had since a lot of his supplies were getting on the old side. “Weren’t you talkin’ about having to replace your clay tools too?” Dante asked, eyeing the spread of tools that they were standing in front of.

“Yeah. Some of the tools that I have only really keep their shape for so long when you use them hard. Only about a year or there abouts. A few aren’t worth buying the more expensive ones since they only last a couple extra months. The ones that I do spend good money on aren’t for wet clay anyways,” he said, picking out five copies of each tool that he was after.

Dante nodded in understanding and watched as Ichigo turned to the exacto knife blades: four packs of them in varying sizes along with new blades were chosen before he went to look at clays. He grabbed a couple blocks of the red clay that Ichigo used for certain items. It took them just over an hour to get out of the store and when he loaded up the trunk, he had to put some of the things into the backseat since he found no more room left in it.

Ichigo just blushed slightly at that and said that he may have gone a bit overboard. Dante just chuckled, pulling him close and watching him react shyly.

“You know what, how about we just grab the Thai to take home, pick up some new movies, and relax at the house for the rest of the night?” he asked, stroking a hand over Ichigo’s hip. Ichigo nodded his head with a smile. “Great. We’ll pick up the ‘grab and heat’ kind of Thai so that it’ll be nice and hot.”

Ichigo smiled and reached into a coat pocket, pulling out Dante’s phone. “That sounds perfect. I’ll text Vergil and find out what he wants while you drive?” he suggested. Dante nodded, letting him pull away to slip into the passenger seat. Dante walked around the car and got in to drive.

The text was quickly sent with Vergil sending a “you” back to Ichigo, getting a bright blush as an actual order came after that. Shaking his head, and sharing the order with Dante, the two stopped by a coffee stand for a quick treat. Ichigo bought a mocha with a shot of caramel sauce mixed in and a bit of whipped cream that he stirred into the drink. Dante went with a simple vanilla chai and continued to the Thai restaurant.

The two walked into the restaurant, Ichigo smiling warily at the woman who was standing behind the front counter who greeted them. Dante wrapped an arm around the lean waist of his companion and smirked at the glare that came from her. The younger male just ignored it and ordered several dishes from the ‘take and go’ menu, taking his time in going over the menu. He also ordered some more traditional dishes just to try before Dante paid.

As they sat in a side booth, waiting for their food, Ichigo tucked himself up against Dante’s side while they drank, his legs hooked over the half-devil’s. He admitted to himself that he was rather liking the way the man was able to touch him without making him feel uncomfortable. Dante wasn’t doing much beyond holding him and resting one hand on his knee when not drinking his coffee. He was enjoying the feeling of safety with the other and knew that it would be the same with Vergil since he had been spending so much time with him.

Once the food was delivered to them in a box, the two left and headed to the nearest place to pick up some new movies, choosing three more that they wanted to see before heading back to headquarters. Vergil smiled at them as they walked in, Ichigo blushing at just how much stuff he was carrying.

“I take it that you two had fun?” Vergil asked. Ichigo nodded his head as Dante put the box of food down onto his mate’s desk.

“Yep, a lot of fun,” Ichigo said. He squeaked when Vergil pulled him into a hug with a low chuckle.

“I’m glad,” he drawled. Ichigo sighed, relaxing, and wrapped his arms around Vergil’s waist in a loose hug before they pulled apart going with his instincts. “Let me help Dante bring everything up to your room. Can you heat up the food?” he asked.

Ichigo smiled and nodded as he picked up the box. “Not an issue,” he replied, winking at the two. The half-devil’s watched as he walked into the kitchen, the door swinging shut behind him.

“Damn,” Dante huffed. He cleared his throat and shoved the lust that had rose, ignoring it until he could deal with those thoughts. He would pounce his mate and get fucked, but later.

“Indeed,” Vergil drawled. He gathered himself back together before walking outside with his mate and grabbing more of the things from the shopping trip. The two carried everything into the living room first, and once the trunk was empty, they hauled it up the stairs. Ichigo came out and moved some of the lighter bags up to his room before heading back into the kitchen.

Once that was done, Ichigo decided that he would unpack things later, after dinner. Or the next day. They gathered the food and laid it all out before settling on the couch, Dante and Vergil sitting on either side of Ichigo. They made sure that he had first pick of the food before slipping in the first movie, the two men smirking that he was comfortable enough to curl up with his plate between them.

It was looking good so far.
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