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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: B (17)
Characters: Dante/Vergil, Ichigo
Word count: 1,469
Warnings: Nothing much
AN: Last week was the week of fuckery and cleaning. Okay? I was so busy I forgot to post things. >< I admit it.

Sorry.

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Dante shifted on the bed onto his stomach, burying his face into his pillow as he frowned heavily, something waking him up. His mind figured out that the something was a soft sound just on the edge of his senses. Lifting his head up, he frowned as he blinked at the soft shuffle of fabric against his skin. Vergil sat up next to him on the bed before he looked over the edge and down at Ichigo.

“Fuck, nightmare,” Vergil said as he slid out of their bed. He knelt down onto the futon mattress next to Ichigo with a sigh.

Dante pushed himself up on the bed and slid over to Vergil’s side of the bed, watching as his mate shook Ichigo’s shoulder gently, waking him up. The young man shot up into a sitting position with a gasp and wide eyes. Ichigo looked around the room before they landed on Vergil, flicking them up to Dante before they went back to Vergil.

“Vergil?” Ichigo breathed, the silver haired man smiling as he brushed his fingers through soft, loose hair.

“Hey there. You back with us now?” he asked. Ichigo shuddered but nodded. “Good. Nightmare?” Ichigo nodded again. “What was it about tonight, little one?”

Ichigo swallowed, rubbing at his face as Dante slipped down out of the bed and left the room to allow his mate to calm Ichigo down while he made some tea.

“It’s one of those twisted versions about when I found my family. This time though I watched it happen,” he said, looking up at Vergil. He curled his legs closer, wrapping his arms around his knees. “I...it was like I knew exactly how it happened and who did what. It doesn’t really help that that I was given the file on the investigation when I asked Ciel and Sebastian to. The report done by Yusuke-san was a step by step report as far as they figured the murders happened.” He sighed. “The nightmares change, and I’ve been missing a couple of my therapy appointments since I’m not at home. It’s not as bad as when I first came under Ciel’s and Sebastian’s watchful eyes though. It helped me then and it’s still helping me to go in once or twice a month. It’s just that sometime the nightmares pop up hard and toss me for a loop when I’m stressed out.”

Vergil made a soft understanding sound as he pushed back Ichigo’s hair out of his face, smiling at the curious look on his face. “Come on. Up into the bed with you,” he finally said. Ichigo just blinked up at him. Vergil’s smile turned into a smirk and he swept Ichigo, including his blankets, up into his arms before he turned to the bed, placing Ichigo on it.

Ichigo squawked as he was lifted onto the bed, complaining and wiggling when he was set down, shoving his blankets down and pulling them from under him. He knew that he wasn’t going to be leaving the bed once the half-devil slid in next to him, making him huff at him. “Did you really have ta pick me up like that?” he asked.

Vergil chuckled at him. ”Yes, yes I did,” he drawled. The smirk softened into a soft smile, reaching down to grab Ichigo’s pillows and handing them over to him. “Come on, settle in,” he said, handing the pillows over, tugging Ichigo closer.

Ichigo sighed as he arranged his pillows so that he could prop himself up slightly, settling against Vergil, enjoying the way a broad hand ran down his side. Dante strolled back in with a cup of tea in his hand, chuckling softly.

“Yeah, I can see just how this is going to work,” he teased as he carried the cup over, enjoying the way the two looked. Ichigo shifted enough so that he could take the cup without it dropping or dripping everywhere. “I leave you alone to calm our little one down while I make tea to help soothe him, and you shanghai him for a snuggle or two.”

Vergil just gave his mate an amused look over Ichigo’s head. “He is indeed very nice to snuggle, so yes, yes I did,” he teased. Ichigo rolled his eyes as he sipped his tea, sighing when Dante slid in behind him with a smirk for his mate. He could feel the smugness radiating and knew the man was smirking.

Dante shifted behind Ichigo, moving so that he could fully press up against the lounging Ichigo’s back, humming when he felt the last of the tension in Ichigo’s body let go. He smiled, knowing that Ichigo was feeling safe as he was surrounded by their power and scent, an instinct that they liked. He gathered the long hair that had somehow escaped from the braid Ichigo wore and moved it out of his way, nuzzling into the soft neck that was exposed as he settled against the pile of pillows for the moment.

Ichigo just let him do what he felt like doing, sipping tea and content with things for the moment.

Dante looked up to his mate, catching the man watching them with half-lidded, content eyes as he relaxed. He smiled at him and pressed a kiss to the soft skin that was barely exposed by Ichigo’s night top. Ichigo hummed and shifted slightly between the two males, smiling into his mostly empty cup before he handed it off to Vergil to put aside, blinking sleepily at him.

Vergil clamped down on his physical response to such a look and took the cup to put it onto the side table, pushing at his mate’s hip with a smile. “Move enough so that we can move Ichigo into the middle and get him settled into bed. He looks to be about ready to fall asleep on us, and we wouldn’t want to disturb him when he does sleep,” he said. Dante nodded.

Pulling away from Ichigo enough to slide down and back, Dante smiled when his mate arranged the pillows for Ichigo, moving him to lay more in the middle of the bed. Pressing Ichigo between them, making sure that they were still giving him room so that he didn’t feel claustrophobic. The fact that Ichigo hated tight spaces was one reason why he had such a large room to himself.

Ichigo just yawned and rubbed at his face against the pillows under his head, curling up slightly.

Vergil blew out a slow breath as he smoothed a hand through soft hair. He smiled at the sleepy murmur as Dante carefully re-braided his hair. The younger of the two smiled and pulled the heavier blankets over them once Ichigo had shifted the light weight blankets around until he was happy with them. They watched as he fell asleep, nearly melting into the bed as his breath evened out, curled up and perfectly happy with being between them.

Waiting just over half an hour, making sure that he kept his body’s response to having his mate and Ichigo in the same bed under control, Vergil slipped out of the bed. Dante watched as he headed for the bathroom to take a well-deserved, very cold shower, knowing that he and Vergil were going to have to work on getting Ichigo comfortable with them. He had no doubt that it wouldn’t take them very long.

But until that time, he and Vergil would only be able to have stolen moments to indulge in some alone time, as proven when he followed his mate, closing the door behind him. Dante grunted as he pushed Vergil against the sink and pressed against him, showing the older man just how affected he had been along with his mate. As he came and bit into his mate’s bottom lip, Vergil growled as Dante returned the favor with his mouth.

Once they were done, they cleaned up, Vergil decided that with an early morning, he should just take a shower before heading down. Dante went back to bed, chuckling when he had found that Ichigo had moved to curl around Vergil’s pillow and laid his head on Dante’s pillow. Moving Ichigo back around so that he could get in, he slipped back into the bed and held him close.

He would never admit to it, denying it hard and fast, but he wanted to hold those he saw as his close, and Ichigo was his. His protective instincts had been kicked up quite a few notches when he had given up their child so many years before. Even more so since Ichigo had walked into their lives. He smiled when the younger man sighed and nearly buried himself in his arms and the blankets, falling asleep while his mate took his shower.

Things were looking very promising.
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