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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 (19)
Characters: Ichigo, Vergil
Word count: 1721
Warnings: some smexy times
AN: I’m tired and editing. A lot. *headdesk* Got so much to do and so little time.

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Ichigo muttered softly to himself as he kneaded a batch of dough, working it into a less sticky state before he wrapped it up in cling wrap. He placed the ball next to the other four that he had finished already. He had just finished teaching Vergil a rather simple dough for pizza, using that dough for their lunch. The man had been rather surprised that it had come out so well in his hands.

But the dough that Ichigo was currently working was different then that dough. It had herbs and was more bread than pizza dough. Perfect for deep dish pizza.

Vergil chuckled as he finished grinding down the next batch of herbs that Ichigo had him working on for the dough, setting the small bowl to the side as Ichigo grabbed the last of the dough. Sprinkling soft, fine milled flour over the counter, he started to knead it while the half-devil moved around behind him.

They were both a little worried since Dante had left early that morning to help Lady and Trish with a devil that was trying to come through via a virgin birth early in the morning. Ichigo had called it a ‘cliché move’ but still kissed Dante and wished him a good time in dealing with the idiot.

After that, the two had gotten very little sleep before Ichigo had gotten tired of lying in bed, got up, took a shower with Vergil, dressed, and headed down for the kitchen. He made them an early breakfast, making pastries and three different types of breakfast burritos. The leftovers were waiting for Dante to have when he got back the next day. Lunch had been pizza.

So far while alone with Ichigo, Vergil had learned why the younger man had had him buy three very large slow cookers as he had started up pork stew, beef stew, and a chicken soup in them. The bone in meat had been submerged in herbed water first to create a nice broth while two rather large bowls of beans had been set to the side to soak. Ichigo had taught him how to shift through them to remove bad beans, rocks and anything else that they didn’t want in it. He had also learned why they had to pluck out the visibly bad beans and any bean that floated before Ichigo had pulled out the three ham bones that he had bought to slowly cook in a large pot on the stove.

“I’m kind of surprised that you’re making so many stews,” Vergil drawled. He lifted the top off one of the slow cookers and used a wooden spoon to push the meat around, making sure the rather large chunks were covered.

Ichigo hummed, smiling over his shoulder as he continued to knead. “I figured that they would make a rather nice meal with some bread from that one bakery. The one Dante goes to. That and this is good stuff that will freeze well and hold up in the fridge,” he said as he returned to the dough. He added some more flour to the ball and the counter. “It’s also a very good way to feed a lot of people. The meat should be cooked in about an hour or so, leaving us with a nice rich base broth. Then I’ll pull the meat out, put in the vegetables that I want to use with the soups and let it cook while the meat cools. Once the meat is cool, I’ll debone it, cut it up, and re-add it to the broth.”

“So I read from the recipe cards when I looked. When did you have time to get all of those written out?” Vergil asked him. Ichigo waved one flour covered hand to his laptop.

“I have some special software on there with matching paper that I can use to print out recipes as I need to. I can then cut the recipes into cards and use that one machine that you were staring at when I got it in to laminate them. It works well enough for me when I want to keep something safe,” Ichigo said as he finished with the dough. Wrapping up the ball, he put that one into the refrigerator before he turned to the other wrapped balls.

They were quickly wrapped up in a second layer of cling wrap and put into freezer bags before they were placed with the rest of the freezer bound items on another counter. Vergil looked over the recipe cards that Ichigo had created so far and smiled at the fact that they were indeed printed out and all of them were easy enough to make. With the dough done, Ichigo washed his hands and the board that he had kneaded the dough on. He next put the bowl that he had used into the sink, filling it with water to let it soak.

Vergil looked over at him as he thoughtfully arranged the vegetables that were slated to be diced or sliced for the stews and soup. Deciding that they would hold for a few minutes, he walked up behind Ichigo as he dried his hands, staring at the faucet with a worried look on his face. Pressing up against his back, arms wrapping around his waist, he kissed Ichigo’s temple, feeling him relax into his hold with a barely-there sigh.

“Calm down, little one. He will be just fine with Lady and Trish backing him up,” Vergil promised. Ichigo huffed and pouted.

“Yeah, I know, but I can’t help but worry about him,” Ichigo admitted as he turned around to face the other man, tilting his head up just slightly. “This is new, so of course I worry.” Vergil chuckled and stole a soft kiss from him, getting a shy, sweet smile from him.

Vergil had been taking every chance to kiss him since they had gotten up for the day, touching him whenever he felt he could get away with it. “I worry about him too, but that is an unfortunate side-effect of our life,” he said, pulling Ichigo closer. One hand came to rest on Ichigo’s ass. He was finding that he enjoyed it when Ichigo blushed, staying focused on keeping his partner relaxed for the moment. “He will come home early tomorrow, eat whatever you put in front of him. And then he’ll crash for a few hours if not for the rest of the day and night. After that, he will be back to normal,” he promised.

Ichigo sighed and nodded. “I suppose that you would know that wouldn’t you?” he asked teasingly. Vergil simply smirked at him, enjoying the way that Ichigo fit in his arms. Dante was the middle of them in height, less than half an inch shorter than Vergil but half an inch taller than Ichigo. Which to the brother’s delight, put the redhead at just the right height to be tucked between them. “So, what are you planning on doing to distract me? There is only so much cooking I can do at one time.”

Vergil’s smirk bordered on being a leer. “Well, I was thinking of doing this to you,” he drawled, pressing Ichigo up against the counter next to the sink and sliding a leg between the bare legs. He was silently thanking whatever deity loved him that day that Ichigo had chosen to wear a pair of shorts that showed off his legs. It had distracted him, but the long apron that he was wearing while he cooked had helped Vergil’s attention span.

Ichigo groaned as the leg pressed up against his groin, clinging to Vergil’s shoulders as his body reacted, prick hardening. He was kind of glad that he had gone for looser shorts that wouldn’t kill him. “Vergil,” he groaned, rocking against the thigh.

Vergil hummed, leaning down to kiss Ichigo, tongue sliding into the sweet mouth under his, lifting the other male up onto the counter and growling in pleasure when his legs wrapped around his waist. The move brought their cocks together, the half-devil rolling his hips with a growl, tasting the gasp and mewl of pleasure that escaped from his partner. Settling firmly between his legs, he continued to move as he tasted and teased the lips under his own. Ichigo held onto him, learning how to move as he was drowning in feeling.

It didn’t take Ichigo long to come, gasping and shuddering against the other man as Vergil sucked a mark onto his shoulder, growling at the sounds and feel of him. Pulling slowly away from the mark, the half-devil smirked down at the dazed looking man before he picked him up, carrying him over to the breakfast nook. Laying him down onto the bench, he stole a quick kiss and stood to do the dishes and chop the vegetables.

He would wait to find his own pleasure, quite sure that he would have quite a bit of fun letting Ichigo explore later that night. He had a feeling that the other would want to. For the moment though, he would hold himself back, let his arousal and need for his future mate simmer. He could deal with it.

Especially while Ichigo was blushing so sweetly as he shifted around, most likely feeling sticky but content to lay there while flying high on his pleasure.

As Ichigo relaxed, Vergil finished the dishes off, leaving them to dry in the dish drain, checked on the soups, cleaned and chopped the vegetables, putting them into other bowls in neat lines. Walking over to Ichigo when he was done, he checked the timer that Ichigo had set on his computer and smirked before he hauled him up into his arms. He ignored the protests of being carried around and headed for the stairs.

“We have enough time to take a shower. To clean up if you will. I am sure that by now your shorts are getting uncomfortable,” he teased. Ichigo went bright red and hid his head in his neck.

“No, not really. At least not currently. You’re doing the laundry though. You and Dante have both added more laundry to be done in the last day and a half then I have in a week,” he huffed. Vergil simply chuckled and headed upstairs.
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