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[Dicontinued] Fire and Ice	By : kokuchoukayou Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6254 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Title: Fire and Ice

Author: BrucesGirl and R. Brightside

Pairings: Kurosaki Ichigo/Kuchiki Byakuya (Hints of Other Pairings)

Summary: Ichigo is called to replace Renji as Vice Captain temporarily. Sparks fly between Byakuya and Kurosaki, and they aren�t necessarily the nice sparks.

Warnings: Yaoi, Anal, UST, Angst SPOILERS FOR THIS CHAPTER

Disclaimer: We don�t own Bleach or Ichigo or Byakuya because we are not Kubo Tite. If we were guys, this wouldn�t half as much fun.

Note: If you don�t know what Ryuken looks like (Ishida�s daddy) or you haven�t seen (SPOILER AHEAD) Kurosaki Isshin in his Shinigami robes, let me know and I will post links to pics in the next chapter.

Chapter 16: The Garden of Good and Evil

Kira's hands lifted tentatively to Shuuhei's shoulders as he was kissed, keeping his lips obediently parted for the strange, new feeling to overwhelm him. His own tongue shied away from the older Shinigami's for a few moments, and then melted into the erotic press of lips, allowing Shuuhei to plunder his inexperienced mouth. As Shuuhei pulled back and spoke to him, he smiled softly, one of his hands cupping the scarred side of the angular, handsome face.

"Anou... I'm glad too." Kira's eyes cast downward, and his head bowed slightly, his forehead pressing against Shuuhei's nose. "There was a time where I wished for nothing but death... where I wondered if way back then, if you hadn't saved me, I wouldn't be suffering through it. But... I'm glad now. Thank you, Shuuhei."

Shuuhei sat up underneath Kira, and holding him to his chest, he whispered soft words. �Kira-kun, I want your loyalties to change. Ichimaru Gin will come back for you, and I know that you will go with him if you are still loyal to him.� Shuuhei tilted the blonde�s chin up and gazed down at him, his dark eyes tense with emotion and warning.

�When he comes back to you, I want you to be loyal to me. If you let him take you, he will have something to hold against the whole of Seireitei, and that�s can�t happen.� Shuuhei kissed him gently. �And besides, I want you to be happy. And I want it to be with me. I�ve always felt that way.�

The fact was that, while Shuuhei was a promiscuous creature, he�d always had his eyes set on Kira�and that in itself was a source of stress for the soon to be captain. �Be loyal to me, Kira-kun. And only to me.�

Kira found that his throat was burning too much for him to speak. He closed his eyes as the first sobs racked his body, the tears slipping down his cheeks as he poured out every emotion he had attached to Gin. Every confession of love, desire, and every tear he had held back for his former captain poured from his eyes, and yet, it wasn't an aura of sadness that he shed, but one of contented joy.

He gripped Shuuhei's robes with both hands, the heavy, emotion filled sobs shaking his fists, and as he opened his eyes to look up at the older Shinigami, they were filled with the happiness at being with one that he respected and respected him back. "I'll be loyal..."

He whispered softly. "I'll follow you to the edge of doom should you go there." Kira wrapped his arms around Shuuhei, sobs still shaking his prone body, but the tears no longer there. He felt renewed... he could start a new life, and Gin would barely be a ghost. "I'll be loyal to you, Shuuhei, and only you."

~*~*~*~*~

Abarai Renji was just leaving Hitsugaya-taicho�s office when he saw Ishida. A soft flush went to his cheeks before he advanced, stepping into the gardens and carefully approaching the Quincy, his garnet eyes watching every expression. �Oi, Ishida. What th� hell are ya doing out here by yourself? Shouldn�t be you gettin� things ta gether� to go back home?�

He sat down next to the brunette, and he tilted his head to the side, causing his thick pony tail to flop comically to the direction he was tilting is head to. ��Shida?� He brushed away some of the boy�s hair, and he tilted his chin back up to him. �I gotta go back �till I heal. We got until then, y�know?�

The truth was that Renji had never touched Ishida sexually, instead opting to hold and kiss the boy to express himself. He had the predatory and protective nature of an Alpha animal, and he supposed that Zabimaru would have it no other way. ��Shida�you ok?�

Ishida diverted his eyes away from Renji, and pushed his hand away. "I've already broken my father's promise to not mix with Shinigami again." He murmured, eyes trained on the ground. "I don't plan to break another pact. Especially not with someone as high in status as Kuchiki-san."

The Quincy had been bitter since that one conversation with Byakuya, but he supposed that the Shinigami was right. "I can't see you any more. It will hurt, for both of us, when you leave." He made to stand up, but was stopped by Renji's hand grasping his forearm. He jerked, but the tattooed redhead didn't move. "Let go of me."

Renji didn�t relinquish the grasp. Instead, a world of hurt and despair covered his features, and he pulled Ishida into his lap with a smart jerk and wrapped his arms around the boy. �Why are you doing this?� Renji whispered. �Sense when did you start givin� a shit about what people say, Byakuya�s dumb ass included?� He growled.

He tilted Ishida�s head up with a free hand and gazed into the steel blue eyes that he loved so much, and he tilted his head to the side. �At first, I wanted you ta replace Kurosaki. Now, I realize that in the end, he would have been replacin� you.� He sighed and kissed Ishida�s jaw carefully. �Can�t we�just spend th� rest of th� time we got left together to say goodbye instead of bein� mad at �ch other?�

Ishida tried to squirm out of Renji's grip, and then, simply gave in, his hands fisting in the redhead's robes. "I'm not mad, Renji." He'd discarded the honorific for the first time since they had kissed, weeks ago. "I don't want to hurt. There's no-one to replace you in the Living world... and you can drown your sorrows in anyone you want. I can't even drink sake."

He sighed, his voice soft as he spoke into Renji's ear. "I don't want you to hurt either. Kuchiki-san will cut off all ways for you to get to the Living world once I've left. We won't get to see each other after this. I... I can't get too attached." He remained still against Renji, tense. The feeling was strange... even after all those times they'd shared the same bed in a passionate embrace, all desire pushed back into the back of their minds. "Please, Renji..."

�Stop being such a coward.� Renji whispered in Ishida�s ear. �I wanna be the one that you remember whenever anyone else ever touches you. You can handle that�right?� His hand crossed over Ishida�s waist slid down, and for the first time since they�d met, his touch turned sexual.

He grasped at Ishida�s sex through his pants, his fingers delicately stroking while his palm warmed and massaged sensually. �I don�t want you to leave, �Shida. Not yet.� His hand became more insistent, and he pressed his lips against the slender throat of his obsession with a soft smirk. �Tell me to stop.� He whispered. �And you�d better mean it. Because if you don�t, I won�t stop at all.�

Ishida took in a deep, shaky inhale of breath as Renji started massage him through the tight pants that he wore. "St-stop..." His voice was weak, and tinged with evident arousal. "Renji..." He squirmed fruitlessly, his breath coming in soft, hitched gasps. He gripped Renji's robes tighter, and his teeth grit together. And then, the ever proud Quincy snapped.

"Stop molesting me..." He breathed, his eyes narrowed. "...In a public place and get me to your bedroom. Now." He pushed Renji back, and then yanked him forwards, crushing their lips together in a bruising, but oh so satisfying, kiss.

Renji answered the kiss with a predatory dominance, his lips sliding over Ishida�s with hundreds of years worth of experience. He hand continued the sweet torture over the boy�s growing arousal, and Renji leaned back slightly, his garnet eyes taking in the color of Ishida�s cheeks and the parting of his kiss swollen lips.

�I�ve got a better idea.� Renji growled. He jerked Ishida to his feet and dragged him deeper into the garden and shoved him face first against a tree, his hand snaking down Ishida�s pants, gasping his arousal and stroking it skillfully. �This is for thinking you could blow me off so easy.� He growled softly. He began to bring sweet pleasure to Ishida�s body, his own chest pressed against the boy�s back, effectively blocking any escape.

Ishida hissed in pain as his cheek connected with the hard bark of the tree. "Renji..." There was a hint of warning in his voice, barely heard through the pleasure that thickened his words, adding a near seductiveness to each syllable.

"Be gentle." He murmured, giving into the pleasure and not saying anything further, his back arching and tremors shaking his body. Just like it always hurt more when someone else cut you than when you cut yourself, the pleasure had intensified from the many times he'd explored.

�I am, �Shida.� Renji whispered back. True to his words, the strokes were achingly gentle while he roughly kept him pinned the tree. He enjoyed the feel of that back against him, and he pressed his lips to Ishida�s throat as he arched, tasting the soft skin and enjoying it immensely. �Want me to stop?� He whispered. �I can stop if you wanna.�

He teased Ishida with the idea of stopping, goading him into begging for it. That�s what the animal side of him wanted�was for this slight of a human boy to beg for it. �You know, you never make any noise.� He gave a particularly firm stroke and breathed out in Ishida�s ear. �You�re supposed to make noise.�

"What, and get caught?" Ishida breathed, his eyes narrowed at the teasing threat. "You... you dare stop, Renji... and I'll shoot an arrow straight through your fucking dick." He snapped, a shiver traveling down his spine. He still hated swearing, and now was no exception. The strokes really were starting to take effect... he gave a soft, breathy moan, his teeth gritting. "Oh... Renji, please..."

The Quincy's voice had reduced to an ecstasy-filled whine, his body reacting in every way he didn't want it to. A sliver of his seed slipped down his erection, Renji's hand picking it up with it's determined, achingly soft touches. "Please..." He turned his head to look at Renji, his clear blue eyes almost begging. Of course, the Quincy would never reduce himself to that.

Renji�s hand sped its movements, his lips curving up into a smile as Ishida�s voice melted into a breathy whimper. This is what he loved. His other hand released the pressure against Ishida�s back and it wrapped around his waist to pull him back from the tree and press him up against Renji�s hard body.

�Gods, �Shida. You sound so pretty when you beg like that.� He turned them abruptly so that it was his own back to the tree, Ishida leaning against his long body, and he purred softly in Ishida�s ear. �I like it when you whisper my name�and I like it when you say �please� like I�m the only who�ll ever touch you.� Renji quickened his pace and then growled seductively in the boy�s ear. �Come for me, Ishida��

Ishida whimpered softly, his back bowing and then arching as he came with a muffled scream, his teeth leaving dents that welled up with blood when he opened his mouth to pant softly, his eyes half lidded and a heady blush covering his cheeks. He felt like a whore, releasing on command like that.

When he'd regained his breath enough to speak, he blinked and quirked a brow slightly, still panting and gasping for breath. "Don't you still require gratification?" The Quincy murmured, an almost accusing expression on his face. "What was the whole point of that?"

Renji, who had discreetly caught all of Ishida�s seed in his palm, withdrew his hand and brought it to his mouth, licking away the Quincy�s release. �I�ll get off later, �Shida.� He grinned impishly as he provocatively licked away the last of the release. �You taste good.� He commented with a rakish smirk.

�The point was tha� it don�t take me much to touch you and make you want me. It�s meant ta� be, so quit fuckin� worrin� about honor and all that shit.� Renji turned Ishida to fully face him, and he tipped his chin up. �If you�re happy, then don�t that fuckin� mean more than your word to Kuchiki-teme?� His fingers ghosted over Ishida�s cheek before brushing back his hair.

Ishida looked away as Renji licked away his seed, his flush darkening. "Pride is more than happiness, Renji. If I stay with you, my pride as a Quincy would be cut to ribbons." Ishida frowned, looking at Renji dead in the eye. "Just as Hollows represent gula, and avarita, and Shinigami represent ira, Quincy represent superbia."

He ran a hand through Renji's hair, as if in regret, and released the tie holding it, the auburn locks cascading to his shoulders framing Renji's face perfectly. "It's a sin that we must abide by. Our instinct is a sin."

Renji�s eyes blinked, and he tilted his head. His hair fell down over his shoulder like a burning waterfall, glinting in the light like fire. He was just a mongrel after all as Byakuya had called him so many times.

��Shida, you�re talkin� to me like I know tha� hell you�re talkin� about. And I don�t. I�m just a street kid from the worst districts, ne?� He ruffled Ishida�s hair and grinned. �As far as sake goes, I�ve been �vited over to Hisagi�s for a few and we�re gonna play Sho-ji. Wanna come?�

He pulled Ishida to his body casually and looked down on him. �C�mon. I can�t be serious all the fuckin� time. C�mon, �Shida.� He gave Ishida his best puppy dog look. �Please come with me?�

Ishida sighed, a heady scowl on his face as he pushed his glasses up his nose. "Tche. Baka. I would have thought you'd know even a bit of Latin." He muttered under his breath, but it was affectionate in tone. His expression softened, and he pushed back on Renji's chest to stand upright rather than be sandwhiched between the rough bark fo the tree and the rock-steady Vice Captain.

"Aa. I'll go with you." He murmured, running his fingers through the beautiful red tresses that almost shone in the light of the sun. "You could keep your hair down. It suits you."

~*~*~*~

Ishida Ryuken was pissed.

Not only had Isshin dragged him to Soul Society, instead of completing their objective, he was having sake being forced down his throat, an arm around his shoulders as Isshin giggled, the fool� he had no pride, his way through the third bottle of sake. Of course, he always acted so drunk, but didn�t ever get hangovers. Lucky bastard.

Ryuken was flushed, and his throat burned from the onslaught of alcohol. They were Priests� filled to the brim with pride, but it was the only way to describe the Quincy. No sake, and nothing illegal. He had taken to smoking, and it kept Isshin away from him, but every time he stubbed out his cigarette, more sake would be placed in front of him.

�Kurosaki. Remind me of our objective to come here in the first place?� His voice was slurred, and now, he wanted to punch Isshin hard enough to send him right back to the Living World, forget his bow.

Kurosaki Isshin was finishing off his last saucer of sake, and he offered payment to the bar maid, but she waved him away, pointing to the captain�s cloak looped around his shoulder. She smiled sweetly. �No payment needed from a Taicho of Seireitei!� She blushed as Kurosaki groped her ass, and she flitted away.

�HA!� Isshin laughingly wrapped his arm harder around his partner�s shoulders, gazing down his beautiful, lithe body encased in the white robe, complete with the seemingly harmless bracelet around his wrist. �We�re here to get our boys separated because we ALL know you hate Shinigami, and we�re going to take them home, give them a good lecture, and then send them to school the next day where they sit together in lunch and in home room class, talking about all their adventures in Soul Society!�

He slapped Ryuken on the shoulder and grinned at him. �For a man, you don�t have much of a tolerance for alcohol.� The big bear of a man laughed heartily to himself, and he rubbed his stomach. �Ah, it�s good to be back. Sake in the Real World is never quite like it is here!� He leaned back, his robes parted over his chest to bare a large expanse of bronzed, taut skin, sensually proclaiming his strength without him openly bragging of it.

�Don�t be such a spoil sport, Ishida-kun!� He laughed.

"Cover yourself up, you shame... shameless dork." Ryuken spat, glaring at Isshin. "I feel like I'm going to be sick, and it's no fault of the sake." He slurred, almost pouting. He never knew why he'd let the man sleep with him. He was repulsive. In the sexiest way repulsive could be�

�but still repulsive.

"And I'm no spoil sport. I just want to get this over with. As much as I know, Uryuu's getting it up the ass from some low life mongrel Shinigami." (Of course, little did he know, that was exactly what Uryuu was doing...) He clicked both his shoulders, dislodging Isshin's arm with practiced ease. "Bah."

He pushed his glasses up his nose with a half-hearted glare. "Have I told you how much I hate you today, Kurosaki?" Ryuken growled, lighting his third cigarette of the evening and taking a deep inhale. "You're giving me cancer, you bastard."

Isshin snatched the cigarette, and in his provocative way, he brought it to his lips and took a deep breath, letting the smoke fill his lungs and ease out. God he loved smoking. �You�re such a bore.� He complained. He took another drag of the cigarette and shot a seductive look at the Quincy before yanking the smaller man into his lap and promptly burying his face against Ryuken�s slender neck. �Damn, you still smell good even down here.�

His fingers danced down the Quincy�s back, and he sensually grasped Ryuken�s hips and helped him grind down before coving his lips with his own. The lips didn�t part beneath his, and he sat back, his chocolate brown eyes filled with something akin to hurt. �Ishida-kun, what�s the matter?� He rakishly grinned then and chuckled.

�You know, when I got you on your knees, you weren�t quite so uptight�Well�you were tight�but..� The bar maid squeaked at the sight of the two men in the corner of the room on the padded bench and blushed furiously before tittering away. �Look what you did, Ishida-kun�you scared her.�

Ryuken was glaring at Isshin, and he wanted so, so much to punch him. His flush deepened as the former Captain brought up aspects of their past, and then anger boiled when Kurosaki accused him, him, of scaring the bar maid! He drew his hand back...

To deal a very girlish, drunken slap to Isshin�s cheek.

�I scared her? ME?� He snarled, eyes burning the fury. �Kurosaki Isshin, you bastard.� The Quincy hissed, their faces dangerously close.

�This is your entire fault. You corrupted me, you� you�� Ryuken was seething with fury, and he grabbed Isshin�s robes and pulled them closed with force, only to pull him forward, crushing their lips together. When he pulled back, he was still seething. �Corrupting bastard.� The kiss this time was gentle, and he whispered his words against Isshin�s chapped lips. �I only let you do this because women are all Hollows.�

�Still of the belief that they suck the souls out of men, eh, Ishida-kun?� Isshin growled softly and ran his big hands down to Ryuken�s ass and rocked him forward, making them grind together in a memory of what they�d once had. His hot lips crashed against Ryuken�s, making the Riatsu in the bar spike, catching the stares of onlookers. Some couldn�t take the pressure and left, and still others were in shock to watch a Quincy straddling the lap of a Captain level Shinigami.

�Ah, do you still whimper like a woman when you�re touched right here�� His hand slid underneath the silk clad thigh and rubbed against the Quincy�s arousal, a smirk appearing on his face. �Mmm� I�ve always liked you in your tunic, Ryuken�you look so good that I think I could rent a room here for the night and make good use of it.� He was shameless to the onlookers, openly engaging in sexual deviance in public, and no one dared stop a Taicho.

Up Next: Halloween Shinigami Style Golden Part 2

He bucked his hips into each touch, showing his complete dedication to whatever Shunsui wanted, and as the man ran his hands down Jyuushiro�s lithe body, the white haired captain�s cheeks flushed healthily and his dark lashes shadowed down against his alabaster skin. �Ne�Shunsui� Onegai� I need you��

Shunsui couldn't help but groan softly at the sound of his lover's pleading voice, his lips pressing against one over-heated cheek. "You beg so prettily, Jyuu-koi..."

Big thanks to the following Reviewers!: Wakisashi Girl (We love Renji in your story. ^_^ He�s so sexy), Akume (Blame Brightside. She loves Ryuken, and I love Isshin. Put the two together, and it�s wild sex.), Ashke (Kawaii!!! I can�t get over how sweet you are. Thanks for the review, honey.) Dracoqueen22 (We try. Lately it�s been a bit hectic.And yes� Byakuya as a porn bunny IS hot.), Setsuna (Don�t apologize, dear. Everyone has their preferences. We cater to all.), Necr0mantic (We hope we can inspire a cold shower or other things with this story. It is AFF, afterall!), Astrid, mon zero, and Jennifer! (Arigato! We like the dynamics of our characters too!)

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