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Title: Fire and Ice

Author: Kokuchou Kayou Studios

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, UST, Angst

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

Note: If you would please note the changes in authorship of this story. Brightside and BrucesGirl have joined forces to create Kokuchou Kayou (Swan Song) Studios.

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Chapter 24: The Rescued Demand of Solace

The 12th Division labs were empty, which wasn�t unusual for the middle of a rainy day. Byakuya stepped in from the rain and lowered his umbrella, shook it delicately, and looked around.

He needed Nemu to sign this damn sheet so he could leave. He hated these laboratories. He found Kurotsuchi-taicho�s research distasteful and dishonorable, and he�d hated everything about Mayuri from his foul temper to his penchant for beating the life out of his beautiful, loyal Vice Captain.

He noticed the door to the lower level lab was left slightly ajar, and so he descended the steps into the darker area, his blue eyes adjusting quickly to the light. He looked around the lab and grimaced at certain jars that held specimens, and then, from the corner of the room in a cage barely large enough for a man, he picked up a small pulsing Riatsu, barely strong enough to sustain a life.

He would have normally dismissed it, but it was weakening as if close to death, and then it would pulse back to life again. Whatever creature it was, it was deliberately trying to mask its presence in fear. When he came closer to the cage out of curiosity, his eyes widened. The Quincy that had been missing for two days was huddled in the corner on a dirty cot, naked.

He looked down at the lock of the cage, and realizing it was sealed shut, no doubt by Mayuri�s own filthy hands, he squeezed the metal in his bare hand, and it came apart in an abrupt creak that probably started the Quincy into further panic. �Ryuken.� His voice was soft as he approached the man, and his nose picked of the scent of vomit and urine on the dirty blankets beneath the human, and Byakuya visibly frowned.

How barbaric.

Very slowly, he crouched in front of the man whose glasses were gone, face blank and traumatized. �Ryuken. Kurosaki-taicho and his son have been looking for you.� He brushed away some of the pale hair away from a brow. �Wake up.� He added quietly.

Ryuken snapped awake at the touch to his brow, suddenly plastered against the wall of the cage and breathing hard as he looked at the taicho in fear, his eyes unfocused. Captain�s robe� the smell of lavender soaps. This wasn�t Mayuri. He slumped in relief, trembling softly under the captain�s gaze.

Dried blood streaked the sheets that had rested beneath his thighs, but Ryuken didn�t say anything about what had been done to him. His pants and underwear lay discarded on the floor, and the Quincy crawling over to pick them up, using the sheets to subtly wipe away the thickened blood from his thighs, slipping on the pants and looking up at Byakuya pleadingly.

�You�re going to help me� aren�t you? I can�t walk.� His voice hadn�t been used since the first night he had been there, and it was evident � it was hoarse, no longer silky and deep like it had been before he had been missing. Although, the near-unnoticeable white line at the base of his throat could have been the cause of that, too. �Please help me.�

�No begging.� Byakuya whispered. �Maintain your pride. It will help you.� He pulled off his captain�s robe and helped Ryuken put his arms through it. It was a tad long for him, but it wrapped his body protectively in the fresh scent of jasmine and sakura blossoms, and then Byakuya pulled his precious scarf from his neck and wrapped it around the Quincy�s waist and tying it in an intricate knot indicative of royalty before lifting the slight man against his body.

Mindful of the man�s pride, he realized it would be a poor idea to just drop him into Isshin�s arms with blood all over his body and smelling like an animal, so he gazed down at him and then decided to take him to the Kuchiki manor. �Do not be afraid. We will bathe and dress you before I present you to Ichigo and Kurosaki-taicho.�

He considered calling the 4th Division to his aid, but this was nothing that he couldn�t handle on his own. He flash stepped away from the laboratories, leaving the report on Nemu�s desk, signed in the Quincy�s blood that he�d scooped from the blankets. When they reached the manor, tiny Jiku met his master with wide, cobalt eyes. �Jiku, prepare soaps, shampoos, and please choose something from my wardrobe for Ishida-san.�

The child nodded immediately and set of to do the bidden orders immediately. Byakuya in the meantime, had carefully set Ryuken on his feet next to the indoor baths, away from the rain, and he reached for the knot in the scarf. �I won�t hurt you.� He assured gently. He pulled at the knot to release the scarf, his eyes never straying from Ryuken�s face.

Ryuken watched Byakuya warily, but some ounce of trust showed in his eyes, along with relief that it wasn't Mayuri who was undressing him. "...I know." He murmured softly, swaying unsteadily on his feet. He hated feeling so vunerable... it was only now that he regained his sense of pride, and he knew that Byakuya understood him, belonging to a family of nobility.

"Thank you." Isshin would have gotten ridiculously stressed should he have shown up in his current state, and he truly was grateful to the Kuchiki for that. Perhaps the noble wasn't as stoic and cold as he showed on the outside - perhaps the Kuchiki and Kurosaki families weren't doomed to hate each other as many thought.

He let the captain's robe fall away, but he didn't take off the pants he had put on himself before he left. He didn't trust Byakuya that much.

Byakuya turned his back on Ryuken as Jiku burst into the bath, his arms full of things for the Quincy. The change of clothes suited him, a simple olive green haori and black obi with black hakama and sandals. �It was the smallest thing in your closet!�

Jiku looked at Byakuya apologetically and then rushed forward to help Ryuken into the bath after attempting to help him shed his pants. �Was it Kurosaki-fukut�� Byakuya hissed and stopped the child from letting out the secret that he�d kept Ichigo�s friends and family from knowing.

�Don�t speak of it!� He snapped at the boy.

Jiku looked dually chastised as he dumped a handful of water on Ryuken�s blood matted hair and began to scrub at the grime there with lavender scented shampoo. �Lavender gets rid of the smell of blood.� He explained.

Byakuya continued to face away, his blue eyes stoic and calm as always, and he spoke to Ryuken his deep voice filled with something akin to fury. �How�did this happen?�

"I was offered the chance to stay here." Ryuken's eyes closed at the soothing massage of shampoo on his scalp, cleaning his pale hair of blood that had gotten there somehow. "...I didn't realize that 'experiment' was such a broad word for the 12th Division." He murmured softly, eyes opening slightly to look over at Byakuya.

"If he'd never gone through those modifications... I would have known who he was before I agreed." He continued to let Jiku wash him, the boy's fingers soothing and evidently very good at what they did.

"This was all my own fault. How stupid I was to agree." He paused, and then chuckled dryly. "I suppose love really does blind you." He was talking more to himself than the captain, but it was still audible to the two in the room with him.

Byakuya thought about the statement, and he straightened his back. Jiku noted the tension his master�s stance, but he avoided it and continued a soothing massage over Ryuken�s body before he reached his lower torso and handed him the soap.

�Byakuya-sama says I�m too young to help there.� He winked his blue eye, but only Jiku knew the truth that he was hundreds of years older than the Quincy and only a little bit younger than Byakuya. He leaped down off the bath and began to set the clothes out neatly while Ryuken finished.

�Byakuya-sama, shouldn�t we tell Kurosaki-taicho and Ichigo-san that their friend is safe and sound? They�ve been worried sick about him. Even Ishida-sama has been stressed out.� Byakuya thought about it for a minute and relented.

�Go get them Jiku. I will assist him out of the bath.� He turned, his blue eyes resting on Ryuken�s face. �If you had wanted to stay in Soul Society, it only required you to ask.� He murmured quietly.

"A Quincy would not be accepted here. I'd also have to keep my son with me, seeing as there is no-one left to look after him... and I don't want him to be alone." Ryuken slowly rubbed away the blood on his inner thighs, tender around the areas where he had been bruised by rough, uncaring hands.

A shiver racked his body, and a soft tendril of Riatsu moved out with the wind, the amount still low from Mayuri's energy-sucking charm. "Two Quincy would be rejected from this place, let alone one. But, now I realize, so many years of our non-existance to the Shinigami had caused us to be accepted among you."

He rinsed the blood off the soap, and set it to one side, letting the hot water do the rest of the cleansing for him. "I suppose that age has gotten me paranoid." Of course, his age was nothing compared to many of the Shinigami in Soul Society.

�I have a confession.� Byakuya admitted in his cold voice. The only indication that he was affected by the words fixing to come from his mouth was the shimmer of regret in his eyes.

�Each Captain was given a family to destroy. I was given the three most powerful families, and the Ishida clan was at the top of my list. However, I chose to destroy in the order of starting from the third.� He shifted slightly. �If I had started where I had been ordered to, I would have spared your wife. And your unborn child.�

A secret only the Shinigami knew. It had happened a mere three months after Uryuu had been born. Byakuya turned his head away. �I would have destroyed you, however. Your life would have been snuffed out. But I would not have tortured you.�

But in the unspoken words of the room, it was obvious that Byakuya was glad that Ryuken was still alive, and he gazed up into the Quincy�s eyes. �I must ask your forgiveness. Because of my incompetence, she was left to suffer.�

Ryuken felt choked. His wife could have been spared� were it not for Byakuya�s hesitation. But, as soon as Isshin�s image came to the front of his mind, he managed a weak smile. His wife� she had been his friend, and the release for sexual tension when he needed it.

He hadn�t loved her, really, and she had known. But it was the fact that she was married to him, and had the Quincy gene in her that made her the victim of a brutal rape and murder. �If you had killed me�� The Quincy looked up at Byakuya, eyes unfocused in their loss of sight. The world was blurred, but that didn�t matter for now. �I wouldn�t love him. As brutal as it was� Isshin saved me from it. My son was spared thanks to his arrival, and I still owe him a lot for that.�

He wasn�t going to make the same mistake as he had done with Uryuu � �debt� wasn�t the right word. �But, even if you had spared my wife and child, they is every chance that Mayuri would have come after them anyway. After all, the child she bore would have been the true �Last Quincy� � and the Ishida clan truly would have been destroyed. And who knows� your Vice Captain could have been fighting with you over Isshin�s son. Seireitei would have been in bigger uproar if you had killed me, is my guess.�

Byakuya thought about it, and then, his eyes closed in acknowledgement. He had been forgiven long before he�d asked for it, it seemed. He helped Ryuken from the bath, and noting that he was still weak, he spared no worry to his robes as he lifted him into his arms like he would lift Rukia, soaking his chest and arms, and he stepped down from the bath with the man in his arms.

He gave no words as to why he was being so gentle, and he didn�t feel that he owed the Quincy an explanation. He was as stoic as always as he sat the man on the bench and began to dry him off gently with a soft towel. �I believe that the clothes will fit you.� He helped Ryuken dawn them carefully, helping him step into the hakama and acting as a servant as he tied Ryuken�s obi�a great honor from a Japanese nobleman.

The green haori matched Ryuken�s eyes perfectly, and Byakuya stepped back. While the Quincy was not dressed in the usual tight suits or robes that he was accustomed to seeing their kind in, the traditional Japanese clothes suited him. Byakuya held out a small velvet bag. �Your glasses. They are clean.�

It was just as he handed them to Ryuken that Isshin and Ishida burst in the doors of the baths rudely, earning a scowl from the master of the house and a squeak of an indignant Jiku from behind them. �Ishida-kun� are you hurt?� Isshin demanded. His hands were immediately smoothing over his body, looking for any places on his body that he might have been bandaged, but thanks to Byakuya�s adequate healing salts, there were no visible marks.

Ryuken gave an involuntary shudder as Isshin's hands smoothed over him, but he refused to push his lover away. "No... I'm not hurt." He didn't mention the break of his entrance, or the fact that he felt like shit, or the fact that during his stay in the 12th Division he found that Mayuri had been his wife's rapist. No... none of that needed to reach the already troubled minds in the room.

~*~*~*~

Mayuri's hands roamed over the Quincy's body, caressing every inch of him as he traced the scars, commented brashly on how beautiful his body was as he widened the break in Ryuken by adding spread fingers over his cock, providing more stimulation for the Captain, and more pain for the man being raped.

~*~*~*~

Ryuken leant against Isshin weakly, his eyes soft. "I'm so sorry, Isshin." He whispered softly, looking over at his son. �I�m sorry, Uryuu.� His voice got yet softer, and he felt his knees weakening slightly. With a pain that burned his body as severely as fire, the Quincy passed into unconsciousness, the deprivation of sleep and the shock of rape finally sinking in.

Isshin caught him quickly, and then, with a gentle flourish, he lifted the man into his arms. �Kuchiki-taicho?�

He looked hopefully at Byakuya and the nobleman nodded and motioned to Jiku. �Take them to a guest room, Jiku, and in the morning escort them to the 4th Division�

The boy nodded immediately and led Isshin and the man in his arms to a beautiful, brightly colored room, filled with pinks and purples, contrasting the dim mood of Isshin. He knew something was wrong. Ryuken never fainted so easily, and he wanted to take off his clothes and check his body, but he�d felt the shudder when he�d run his hands over that lithe body, and it bothered him immensely.

Ryuken had never shrank away from his touch before, even the first time they�d made love. He�d fought�but never been openly afraid of him. Isshin ran a hand over his lover�s forehead, his chocolate eyes filled with worry.

�Oi, Ryuken-koi�where did you go for those days?�

Meanwhile, Byakuya thoughtfully walked in the gardens, his grey eyes filled with odd emotions that usually were not present. He felt almost guilty for the Quincy�s plight, and he was interested in pursuing a form of punishment for Mayuri�the bastard had crossed the line this time.

~*~*~*~

Ryuken's lips were parted, and a soft whimper of fear left his lips, the man who had violated his wife and then himself standing vividly in his mind. Mayuri gently wiped the Quincy's wispy bangs away from his face, smirking smugly in his unmodified form.

He knew that this affected Ryuken most... and it was really quite arousing to see the strong man's face contort into fear. "Shush, now. This will only burn." It did so much more than that... it ripped him apart, pulled his mind to pieces.

~*~*~*~

Ryuken was writhing, begging for him to stop, never once using his name. It seared him like fire� it hurt so much. He grasped out for Isshin, eyes still closed but tears streaming. He brokenly whimpered out his lover's name, body shaking with the pain that rushed through him with every arch his body made as he experienced hell in his nightmare.

Isshin gripped tightly to his lover and purred his name into his ear and then gently shook him, trying to wake him from his personal hell. He knew�He knew someone had violated Ryuken from his soft whimpers and how he at first shrank away from him both conscious and in his sleep for a brief moment.

Isshin felt rage flood his being, and he swore that he�d find and kill the bastard, but for now, he was needed here in his lover�s arms, his voice rumbling soft words of comfort. �C�mon Ishida-kun�wake up. I�m here.�

His doctor�s instinct kicked in, and he immediately worried for any internal damage that might have been done, and he shook Ryuken a bit more firmly. �Ryuken�Wake up. Come on�no one will hurt you here.�

Ryuken went still before he jerked awake, tears still streaming down his cheeks as he gripped to him, body shaking as he rested in his lover's arms. He pressed his face into Isshin's neck, sobbing quietly as everything came back in a rush of emotion. He couldn't escape him... not even in his dreams.

"It was him." He gasped out brokenly. "The one who raped us... killed her." He tried to get the name out, but his sobs came more frantically, almost cutting off his air as he desperately tried to rid himself of the images presented in the front of his mind.

In the guest room, Isshin held Ryuken to his chest as rage began to burn inside of him. Cold calculation was born from his hatred, and Mayuri�s face flashed in front of his eyes as he remembered exactly who�d reached the Ishida clan before Byakuya. �Don�t worry, my love. I�m not going to leave you.�

Ryuken continued to gasp and whimper into Isshin's chest, tears dampening the fabric. "I hate him." He whispered softly, eyes clamping shut. "I hate him."
~*~*~*~

Ichigo had only taken a moment to find his lover - he walked beside him, looking at Byakuya with worried, darkened eyes. "What happened to him?" He murmured softly, frown heavy on his face. "I 'never seen anyone cry like that."

Byakuya nodded to himself. �Any normal human would under the circumstances.� He mumbled. He turned to Ichigo and looked at him evenly before raising a lithe, covered hand and brushing it through fiery strands. Ichigo was so innocent in the moonlight with chocolate eyes that bragged of the ignorance of hatred and held endless compassion for those he loved.

�Come to bed with me tonight, Ichigo.� Byakuya whispered. �I need solace.� He wrapped his arms around his lover and buried his face in his neck. Ichigo was the only one who would ever see this weakness.

Ichigo wrapped his arms around his lover, kissing his temple gently. "You better tell me what for afterwards, Byakuya." He murmured softly, his tone comforting aside from his words. "...I'm here for whatever you need me for, you know that. I'll comfort you for as long as you need to be."

The young Vice Captain pulled Byakuya tighter against him, his eyes closing. He realized that he, too, needed comfort, his father's stress having gotten to him over the past few days. He sighed softly, and pulled the Captain into a gentle kiss, one hand moving to cup the back of his head gently. He only now realized how well they fit together, yet clashed so viciously.

Like Fire and Ice.

Byakuya was quiet as he led Ichigo to his room, and his steel blue eyes were oddly withdrawn and thoughtful. It seemed as if thought he entire world was collapsing down on him, and he was Atlas, trying to hold it in place. He turned as soon as Ichigo had shut the sliding door, and he collided with his lover, his lips wildly seeking the boy�s in some form of comfort from his guilt and pain.

There was too much happening around him, and no matter how stoic and composed he was, he could not stop the powerful, angry emotions that rolled through his heart and mind. He wanted it rough. Wanted it hard.

He wanted the pain to take his mind away from the guilt and fury in his heart that was eating him up inside like an acid, horrid rain. He let Ichigo know exactly what he wanted as he ripped his obi from him after untying it, and he let him know how angry he was as he tore the robes off of Ichigo�s shoulders and met his chest with wild bites and kisses. �Now.� He growled. �I want it now.�

Ichigo didn't bother to calm his lover, his eyes burning with worry at Byakuya's sudden violence. Evidently, he wanted the pain, and the Hollow would be taunting him in the back of his mind. Despite the merging, he still had free speech, and now he was cackling, evidently thinking that this was all his doing.

Self-centered arse.

He wrapped his arms around Byakuya, giving him one final passionate kiss before he let himself get to the rougher part, stripping his lover of his clothes and nipping at his skin roughly. He knelt at his feet, clawing off the offending fabric, and dealt quick, barely there kisses to his thighs before pushing him down onto the bed situated just behind him, usefully.

"I don't want to be like him, koi. I can't hurt you." He whispered softly, his hands still rough in their roaming. �I�ll give you as much pleasure as it takes to forget it.� He flipped Byakuya onto his front, coating his fingers in saliva and pressing one in gently, the scars over exposed to him making him wince.

He pushed another in, and bit at his lover�s firm behind gently, almost playfully. Of course, the use of his mouth in such a way gave him an idea, and he withdrew his fingers, holding Byakuya�s hips with his hands and gently delving his tongue into the scarred entrance, caressing his inner walls with his slick muscle.

Byakuya was beside himself with pleasure. God�but it wasn�t rough enough� Ichigo wasn�t hurting him where he needed to hurt, but damn�there was that tongue pressing inside of him again, and he lost his conscious thought. �Nnnngghhh� I-Ichigo!� His deep, baritone voice gave way to rich whispers and moans that carried on the air of the room like a deep, rolling wind of energy.

He arched into Ichigo�s mouth and thrust his hips down into the tongue, nearly howling in pleasure. It wasn�t enough. He loved Ichigo, but this�wasn�t enough when Ichigo refused to give him what he needed. �Let him out!� Byakuya groaned softly. �I need solace.�

It was obvious now that Byakuya actually needed penance, but he called it �solace� since that was the most unobtrusive way of telling Ichigo that he needed to hurt in order to sleep peacefully tonight. �He knows what his use is, this night.� Byakuya whispered. �Please�let him out.�

Up Next: Chapter 25: The Hollow that Loved a Shinigami

�Please�I need this�� Byakuya finally broke down into begging, his back arching into the slow pace. �Please�I�ll do anything��

"Mm... you're gorgeous when you beg." The Hollow purred, eyes half-closed in appreciation for the tightening muscles. His sweet torture continued for minutes, alternating with rough and gentle, and eventually, he got bored of the game, pulling Byakuya painfully quickly onto his arousal, forcing it into his prostate as powerfully as he could.

Thanks to ALL the reviewers. I�ll get you all in the next chapter. For some reason, AFF wouldn�t load the reviews for me. Glitch or something, I guess. But we are so grateful for all of you! DATTEBAYO!

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