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The Heart in My Hand	By : chayron Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10028 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. It belongs to its respective owners. This fan fiction is not a commercial project, and I am not making any money from writing it.

Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 25
- 26
- 27
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach – it belongs to its respective owners. This fan fiction is not a commercial project, and I am not making any money from writing it.
Warnings:
1. Yaoi (male x male). Ulquiorra x Ichigo and vice versa. Other pairings?
2. Ichigo – 20 years old; Ulquiorra – probably a few hundred as a Hollow and about a decade or so as an Arrancar?
3. Post anime (haven’t read the manga).
4. Alternate Universe.
5. I’m not a native speaker, thus expect various language oddities.
6. I’m not very familiar with all the details in the anime, and I am also new to Bleach fandom, so I will be straying away from the canon quite frequently. I do my research but Bleach is a vast universe that is not so easy to grasp. I must admit, though, that there are also things in the anime that don’t make sense to me and I take the liberty of recreating certain parts of this universe as I see fit.
The Heart in My Hand
by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), beta-read by Ash
Part 26
Isshin was on his way to his bedroom when the sounds wafting from Ichigo’s room made him stop in the middle of the corridor. Soft moans and an occasional grunt or a giggle… Were those coming from his son’s mouth? Incredible. Isshin’s feet continued to tap down the corridor awkwardly. The moans and giggles quieted behind his back. Isshin knocked on Karin’s door. There was no answer and he knocked harder. He was finally permitted to enter and, upon opening the door, he saw Karin wearing headphones. She was doing math homework. Karin pointed at the wall adjacent to Ichigo’s room then to her headphones and gave an improvised thumbs up while holding a pencil and a ruler.
Isshin closed the door softly. He would have to have a talk with Ichigo after all.
_ _ _
In the morning, Isshin got up earlier than usual but the sounds of clanging dishes reached his ears as soon as he had left his bedroom. Nursing his tea, he watched the rest of the household gather at the table. Soon Yuzu and Karin left for school. Cifer, with a short message of an intention of looking around the neighborhood then going to Kisuke’s, left as well.
Isshin watched his son washing the dishes. Ichigo was humming one of those trendy melodies the popularity of which Isshin couldn’t fathom. The youth suddenly added the words, the pop song now coming into full bloom. One could listen to Ichigo all day if one liked the sound of a cat being skinned alive, that is.
The eldest Kurosaki grimaced and sipped the leftovers of his cool tea. One could say anything about Ulquiorra Cifer but the fact was that he made Ichigo happy. Well, happier than usual at least. Perhaps it was just sex the two were after. Even if so, then Cifer was obviously doing a pretty good job there too.
Isshin brought the empty mug to the sink, and it exchanged hands without a word. He crossed the living room and unlocked his office. He took his white doctor’s coat and slipped it over his shirt. His first patient had to come in at eight. He read the surname and found the patient’s records. While reading through them, he heard the main door slam shut and felt Ichigo’s energy receding.
It annoyed Isshin to admit but he felt calmer with Cifer around. It didn’t seem like the man was doing anything but already on the first day of his arrival to the Living World he had brought terror to all neighboring Hollows. Weak or strong, they stayed clear of a Vasto Lorde. Cifer was sending a powerful message intentionally – his reiatsu was like a beacon. The lurking Hollows that usually fed on dead animals or Humans in accidents were nonexistent in the latest Jinta’s report that had reached him yesterday. Even those Hollows that desperately followed Ichigo day and night had disappeared. That was a Vasto Lorde in action or, rather, on cleaning duty. Ichigo probably had no idea either.
Isshin didn’t particularly like the man, but didn’t dislike him either. There were bound to be enormous differences in their mindsets, though, Ichigo’s and Cifer’s. It was still too early to think about it, but if this thing with Cifer persisted for a couple of years, there was a chance that Cifer might attempt to destroy Ichigo’s mortal body. With a Human body aging, its spiritual energy would also start depleting. Cifer wouldn’t stand for that.
_ _ _
“So what do you think about Kyoko?” Akio asked Ichigo, who had just sat down next to him and was now searching for a notebook in his bag.
Ichigo’s eyes left the insides of his bag to give his friend a very careful look. “Are you interested in her?” he asked softly.
“Err… Actually, I suspect that she’s joined our study group because of you,” Akio said nudging his shoulder playfully. “Popular as ever.”
Ichigo wondered about that. The only things he was really popular with were Hollows and other undead. “Yeah?” he muttered. “I didn’t notice anything and she didn’t tell me anything. Anyway, if you like her, you should go for it.”
Akio’s eyebrows arched dubiously. “You sure? She seems like a pretty good catch.”
“Yeah, I’m sure. There’s someone else I’m currently much more interested in.”
“Whoa. I was right, wasn’t I? You’ve gotten yourself a girlfriend!”
“Well… Something like that.”
“Why are you so secretive about it?” Akio wondered, somewhat hurt. “Is it a married woman or something? One of our lecturers, perhaps?”
“Ehmm... No, no, nothing like that.”
“A married man, then?” Akio joked.
“Ehh… Well, he’s not married.”
Ichigo didn’t know why he had said it. He hadn’t even thought of saying it and hadn’t even started making plans of ever telling it to any of his friends. He just said it. Perhaps, he had felt a little bit annoyed that, apparently, in his friend’s eyes, he was only supposed to go for a woman. Perhaps, he felt cheeky and somewhat curious too. Akio had chuckled at first, but now they kept staring at each other, realization spreading over his friend’s face.
“Oh.”
Ichigo didn’t know what kind of a reaction he had expected, but it was anticlimactic to see Akio lower his eyes and start to fidget with his notebook.
“Mmm…” Akio hummed awkwardly. “It’s rather unexpected. I never noticed.”
Ichigo shrugged. “I wasn’t sure either. It’s not like I’m interested only in men.”
Akio looked around carefully. They were sitting at the back of the auditorium with barely any people around and talking very quietly, yet he was worried about others overhearing them.
“It’s all good and well that you came out of the closet, but I think it would be wise to get Timothy used to the idea. I’m not sure how he might react.”
“Umm…yeah.”
Timothy was a completely different matter. Ichigo was certain that he wouldn’t ever have come out like that if it were Timothy instead of Akio. The thought made him feel guilty about dropping a boulder like that onto Akio’s shoulders without warning. On the other hand, could there be a warning? Could he have dropped hints or started flirting in front of Akio with random men? Not very likely. Yet, as an apology, he could at least treat Akio to something. It had actually gone much better than he would have ever imagined.
_ _ _
Ichigo’s phone beeped, and he lowered his spoon back into the parfait while reading the message. It was from Uryu Ishida. He was announcing his visit tomorrow evening. Uryu always sort of invited himself over just to check on Ichigo and straighten him out if need be.
Kurosaki entered a quick ‘sure’ and returned to his parfait. He was glad to see that Akio was enjoying his.
_ _ _
The tension between Ulquiorra and his father hadn’t eased up much and, for some reason, seemed to only increase. It was mostly Cifer whose hostility was clearly felt and even visible. Ichigo decided not to waste any time and clear everything up as soon as his sisters left for their rooms and they, the three men, were left alone. The talk was inevitable as he wasn’t able to grasp where exactly Ulquiorra’s animosity was coming from. Isshin wasn’t being very cooperative either, both men exchanging glares from time to time. The two were only tolerant of each other at best.
While the three of them were silently sitting at the coffee table in the living room, Ichigo thought that he was already lucky enough that no one in the family actually minded him seeing a man. Perhaps, Kon did. Then again, Kon’s opinion barely counted. The Modified Soul was more of a pet than a family member. Besides, Kon had his own faults.
Lucky or not, here Ichigo was, wanting more.
“We get on very well,” Ichigo told Cifer, reaching out to pat Isshin on his back fondly. “You don’t need to be so protective.” To his surprise, this resulted in high raised eyebrows and a very displeased frown on Cifer’s face.
“Are you being sarcastic or just plainly insulting?”
“Umm… Neither.” Confused, Ichigo turned to Isshin for help.
His father shrugged at first then decided that there was nothing to lose in sharing his suspicions. “I think he’s jealous.”
“Of what?” Then they suddenly struck Ichigo, Abarai’s words about him being dense and slow in these kinds of matters. “No way… No way…” he muttered. “Ugh… Eww… That’s disgusting.” His face red, he stared at Cifer while trying very hard not to catch his father’s eyes. He needn’t have worried – Isshin was staring in front of him, at a little doily Karin had crocheted in her art and crafts lessons. It was pink and square and with three loose threads, yet he had insisted it be placed in the main spot in the house – in front of the TV on the coffee table.
Ulquiorra cocked his head to the right. He was about done with this ridiculous gathering. “Disgusting?” he wondered quietly. After a short pause he shrugged. He stood up and opened a Garganta.
In shock, Ichigo grabbed at his sash and tugged. “Where the hell are you going?” Since he was in his Human body, his action didn’t result in anything else but Cifer’s infuriated glare. The eldest Kurosaki wasn’t certain Cifer wouldn’t unsheathe his Zanpakuto on Ichigo or just fling him backwards into the wall, killing him instantly.
“There’s obviously been some misunderstanding,” Ichigo said, staring back at the glaring greenness. He was aware, but only somewhere at the back of his head, that it would only take Ulquiorra making a few steps, and he would end up dead in Hueco Mundo; his body wouldn’t handle the transition. “I’m neither making fun of you nor… I don’t really…”
His son was still struggling, and the situation had turned dangerous to a ridiculous level. “We,” Isshin motioned at himself and Ichigo, “aren’t in any romantic or sexual relationship. Humans don’t do that. Relationships between relatives are considered unnatural and are frowned upon. Not to mention it’s disgusting to even think about it.”
Ulquiorra stared at him. Carefully, he removed Ichigo’s hand from his sash. “Then why did you…?”
Isshin grunted. “It’s a different kind of possessiveness that I feel. It’s…” He had no idea how it had come to this, him making excuses to Cifer about not sleeping with his own son. Why hadn’t the two been able to establish some sort of a trustworthy bond?
“It’s protectiveness rather than possessiveness. That’s what all parents feel. I think you do know that since some Hollows do care for their young. Jealousy has blinded you. You aren’t exactly…” Isshin abandoned the idea and started anew. “I worry about Ichigo when you are together.”
Ulquiorra didn’t need to ask why Isshin worried. He presumed that Ichigo’s safety was the main thing Isshin worried about since many were after his head while Ichigo shielded him.
Cifer closed the Garganta and sat down with a short “alright”. And that was it. Ichigo was still trying to stomach the idea of Hollows breeding with whoever and that being the reason why Ulquiorra had misunderstood. He, however, didn’t want anymore information on the matter as he was creeped out enough.
“Alright,” Ichigo repeated a few seconds later, in total silence. “It’s all good now, right?” he asked both men just to be sure.
Isshin shrugged while Ulquiorra nodded. Isshin worried that now Cifer was going to be even more possessive. There was also a possibility of him turning milder with a threat out of the way, but it was rather a slim one.

_ _ _
“Wait a moment,” Ichigo said laughing. He was searching for cucumbers in the fridge. “Wait,” he repeated while trying to push Ulquiorra away. “I can’t reach inside with you holding onto me like this.”
Cifer’s hand slid off his waist to let him move. Instead, he caught a loop on the back of his jeans. To add to Ichigo’s continuous surprise was the fact that Ulquiorra appeared to be quite playful when in a good mood. The previous night had to have put him in one.
Ichigo finally found some cucumbers, washed them and set on the cutting board. Someone cleared their throat and Ichigo, already knowing who he’d see, raised his head.
“Uryu! I’ve just started making sandwiches.”
“Yes, I can see that. Is that your assistant?” he said, motioning his head to Ulquiorra.
“Umm… How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough. By the way, he’s still holding onto you by the back of your jeans.”
“Oh, that…”
The Quincy gave the redhead a look. “Can we have a word? Preferably alone?”
“Err…sure?” Ichigo turned to Ulquiorra. “Can you give us ten minutes?”
“No.”
Uryu snorted. He glared at Cifer. “What do you mean ‘no’? Go upstairs and don’t disturb us!”
“How about I rip your head off instead?” Cifer offered quietly and the other two felt that the threat was as serious as it got.
Just in case, Ichigo moved so that he was in between Uryu and Ulquiorra while turning to the Quincy at the same time. “What the fuck’s wrong with you? Do you think he’s your dog or something?” he grunted out angrily at his friend.
Uryu threw his hands up in capitulation, and the redhead turned back to Cifer. “Just give us ten minutes, alright?”
“Fine!” Ulquiorra spat. His eyes flared bright green when he glared at the Quincy then he turned on his heel and left the kitchen. He knew that the pathetic piece of a Quincy was going to try and take Ichigo away from him. That pissed him off so much that he wanted to tear him limb by limb.
“Okay,” Uryu said when he and Ichigo sat down at the dining table. Ichigo went on making sandwiches. “Is he threatening you?”
“Huh? No! Of course not!”
Uryu fell silent but only for a moment. “Is he blackmailing you? Is there something you can’t tell and he’s using it to…?”
“Listen, he’s not blackmailing me or using any force. We are together because we want to be, alright? Simple as that. I like him, he likes me, the usual stuff.”
The Quincy looked as if someone had hit him with a brick between his eyes. “I don’t believe it.”
Ichigo shrugged. “But it’s true. I don’t know… Just happened.”
“Does Isshin know?”
“Yes.”
Uryu gave him a hopeful look. “And?”
Ichigo bristled in anger. “What do you mean ‘and’? You ask as if you’re certain that he should have lopped Ulquiorra’s head off with his Zanpakuto!”
“That’s what he should have done!”
Ichigo sighed and covered his face with his hands. “I can’t and I won’t deal with this. Leave.”
But Uryu didn’t.
“Are you gay?”
“Errm… I don’t think so. I might be that… What do they call it…bisexual?”
“Huh.”
Then it occurred to Uryu that it might just be right. More than a couple of times he had witnessed men flirting with Ichigo. Even Hollows and Arrancars did. It probably took the same of a kind to recognize one. Uryu scratched the back of his head thoughtfully. His imagination suddenly supplied him with an explicit image of Ichigo and Ulquiorra romping on a bed and he backpedaled quickly.
“Is this really mutual, then?”
“Yes, absolutely,” the redhead confirmed.
Ichigo looked relieved, and Uryu shrugged. He didn’t know what else to say. This was not something he’d ever encourage, but this was Ichigo’s life and, if he was alright with it, he didn’t have any reason to interfere. But of all possible choices… Why did it have to be Ulquiorra? Then Uryu thought more carefully and decided that it was much better than discovering that Ichigo was in love with him, Uryu. That would be awkward as hell.
When Uryu left, Ichigo stared at the door for a couple of seconds then returned to the kitchen. He set the kettle to boil, finished making the sandwiches and brewed some tea. With a tray, he carried the goods up to his bedroom. He kicked the door a few times until Ulquiorra opened it then set the tray on his desk and took a seat.
“He left,” he informed Ulquiorra of the obvious while grabbing one of the sandwiches and taking a bite.
“Just like that?” Ulquiorra wondered. “I find it hard to believe.”
“Well, he was actually quite understanding.”
“What about?”
“About our relationship.”
“I was certain that he was going to try to take you away from me,” Cifer said seriously.
Ichigo rolled his eyes. “It’s not like I’m some kind of thing. Taking me away would include a lot of struggling and one or two black eyes.”
“I do not mean it that way. He…”
“I know, I know,” Ichigo said, sighing. “Anyway, he shouldn’t interfere anymore. I think I’ve managed to convince him that this is mutual.”
The redhead finished the sandwiches and started sipping his still hot tea. He finally felt the tension leave his shoulders. Relaxing, he sank deeper into the chair. Then the doorbell rang again, and actually made Ichigo groan.
“Gods no,” he grunted after sensing Orihime’s reiatsu. Two in a row was a bit too much.
Unwillingly, he stood up and went downstairs. He opened the door and bit back another groan. He had dreaded this conversation but it was inevitable. Kon must have told her about his request. Ichigo wasn’t certain whether it had been an order or a plea, but he had hoped Orihime and Kon would have settled it without him.
Kon entered without being spoken to while Ichigo invited Orihime for yet another cup of tea. If any more of his friends were to show up, he would drown in tea.
“So...” Ichigo prompted when the three of them sat down in the living room with steaming mugs of tea on the coffee table in front of them. “…How are you doing?”
“Not very well,” Orihime admitted right away. “I came here to apologize.”
Ichigo blinked in surprise. He had expected much more drama and hysterics. “Um… Okay?”
“I knew that what Kon and I made you go through was wrong. We both knew.”
The redhead looked at Kon. The plushy bear gave him a beady-eyed look that Ichigo interpreted as sorrowful. At the same time, Ichigo felt as if a huge rock has been moved off his shoulders. It was finally over. His face must have shown it all since Kon’s plushy legs started kicking out from under him nervously, and Orihime’s shoulders slumped in complete defeat.
“I hear you and Ulquiorra are…” she trailed off uncomfortably, her tongue trying but not managing to obey her brain.
Ichigo glanced at Kon, but the Modified Soul gave an almost insulting shrug in response to his accusing glare.
“Well…we are…something,” Ichigo said lamely. “I think it might take a while for us to figure out what we are exactly. On the other hand, maybe it doesn’t even matter as long as it’s ‘something’.”
Orihime sighed. Her long hair made a rustling sound as she shook her head in disagreement. “Believe me, ‘something’ is never enough.” She stood up. “I’ll see myself out.” Then she looked at him with a serene expression on her face, and Ichigo knew what it meant – the boulder was rolling back onto his shoulders. “Kon and I… We have a request. Could you help Kon get a new body? A real body? We have no means for that. I don’t know who else we could ask. But you could maybe issue a request to one of the divisions since you’re a Substitute Shinigami. You have also got connections.”
Yes, the boulder was back. “Err… I’ll see what can be done,” Ichigo said.
She thanked for both Kon and herself just like she had apologized, and left in a few minutes. When Ichigo returned to the living room, Kon was gone as well. Ichigo climbed upstairs, back to his room. He flopped onto the mattress next to Cifer and exhaled loudly. He wasn’t exactly relieved, though, and his chest felt tight.
“It’s over,” he muttered. “My body is finally only mine alone.”
Ulquiorra turned to give him a look. “Really? Incredible. I thought she would never stop before you became an unsuspecting father of at least two.”
Ichigo shifted uncomfortably, his face reddening. In fact, he had had similar thoughts: those times when Kon borrowed his body had been full of doubts and worrisome ideas. He looked back at Ulquiorra. “Well, I thought that recently her interest had shifted to you.”
It wasn’t much of a question, and Ulquiorra shrugged. “No, not really,” he said. “She was interested in me because you were interested in me.”
“Oh.” Ichigo mused about that then shrugged as well. “And no, she hasn’t just left it all like that. Now I’m tasked with getting Kon a new body.”
Cifer’s eyebrows rose. “Not an easy task if one doesn’t have connections.”
“Well, I’ve got a few ideas. We’ll see how it goes.”
_ _ _
Ichigo sat quietly, staring through the window. The cursor on the screen in front of him kept blinking fruitlessly. It had been a few minutes since his mind had wandered off to the scenery behind the window instead of concentrating on the essay he was supposed to be working on. It was a miracle how one’s mind always found something else to occupy itself with as soon as it needed to do schoolwork. Anything, even a caterpillar on a leaf eating its way through to turning into a butterfly, became the most interesting thing in the world.
Ichigo’s mind, however, was oblivious to caterpillars. It was, instead, preoccupied with Ulquiorra. Cifer started showing signs of wanting to return to Hueco Mundo. Ichigo could understand and accept that it was the other man’s homeland. Ichigo would be just as much keen on returning to the Human World after having spent a month in Hueco Mundo. Perhaps, with time, they would find a compromise, something that would satisfy them both. For now, though, they could only visit each other. Well, that might just strengthen and prolong their relationship – they’d miss each other more and wouldn’t get bored with each other so quickly. Yet, he’d rather stay with Ulquiorra.
They still hadn’t defined their relationship, but perhaps it didn’t need to be defined. It bothered him, though, since he knew that Ulquiorra was going to return to Hueco Mundo, to where Grimmjow had built them a house with a garden and a white fence. Theoretically, at least. In reality, it would probably be similar to the shack they used to inhabit.
Jealousy wasn’t something Ichigo was used to. It bothered him. He knew that it bothered Ulquiorra too. It felt nice to know, but not to experience it on his own skin. He didn’t feel comfortable enough to ask Cifer how close he was with Grimmjow. There could be others, not only Grimmjow too – Hueco Mundo was a vast place crawling with Hollows and Arrancars that Ulquiorra might suddenly find desirable.
Ichigo grunted, his gaze returned to the screen and the blinking cursor. He knew he was being unreasonable. Perhaps it was best for Ulquiorra to leave, otherwise he was going to fail all of his assignments. His eyes left the blinking cursor again, and he swiveled around with his chair.
“Ulquiorra?”
Cifer, who was sprawled on Ichigo’s mattress, turned to look at him. “Yes?”
“Do you want to return to Hueco Mundo?”
“Yes, I do. Why do you ask?”
The redhead watched him sunken deep into the mattress, squashing it under his huge spiritual weight.
“Will you return here?”
“Of course.”
Ichigo turned this and that way in his chair. “Good,” he said. “I’ll be waiting.” His chair stopped moving. “But what about Grimmjow?”
Ulquiorra’s thick eyebrows rose. “He still bothers you? Really?”
“I’d say that he’s also waiting for you to return…” Ichigo muttered.
Cifer gave him an amused look. “There is nothing to worry about. You’re my priority, so forget about him.”
“Hmm… Alright.”
“I expect the same courtesy.”
Ichigo nodded, amazed. Yet it had been so easy.
“I wish we had agreed on this earlier,” Ulquiorra mused, noting the shift in Ichigo’s mood. “It would have helped to prevent certain accidents.”
“Definitely,” Ichigo agreed. His mood had improved tenfold. He suddenly felt embarrassed and tried to school his face back into a neutral expression. Cifer chuckled, and he blushed stupidly.
Ulquiorra rose from the mattress and approached Ichigo. From his seat, the redhead stared up at him. Cifer’s fingers touched the back of his head. They ruffled gently through the hair there then slid down to his nape. Ichigo shivered.
“Leave your body,” Ulquiorra said, wedging between his spread legs. The chair creaked.
“I can’t do that with you like this and my Shinigami Badge in my bag,” Ichigo muttered, staring up at the emerald eyes. His breath halted when Ulquiorra’s hand left his nape and dove straight for his crotch. Ulquiorra was obviously tempted to give a squeeze, but restrained himself and only brushed over the bulging front of his trousers with the back of his hand. Leaning away, he made enough space for Ichigo to move, which the other male did, but not before pressing himself against Ulquiorra to tease him.
The redhead got his badge, sat on the floor and leaned against the side of the still broken bed. He left his body and it sagged against the bed. He didn’t return to the chair, lying down on the mattress instead. Cifer was next to him in a moment, untying his sash, removing his clothes until the two of them were completely naked. They rolled about on the mattress, kissing, squeezing, stroking and tasting, fueling each other’s lust.
Ichigo fell on his back, spreading his thighs in invitation. Ulquiorra kneeled in between them then crawled over Ichigo. It took some adjustment, but soon he was pushing into the redhead.
Cifer set a rhythm they both were comfortable with. Ichigo met his thrusts eagerly, waiting for that particular hot burn to start in the pit of his stomach. It felt good, the other’s body against his, thrusting into him, Ulquiorra’s hands on his thighs. Ichigo started to become lightheaded, the pleasure in his lower body pulsing.
Ichigo smelled like the best thing in this world, which he clearly was. Ulquiorra licked his lips while fighting the urge to bite Ichigo; it was as if his teeth were itching. The urge was so strong that he couldn’t help himself and sank his teeth into Ichigo’s shoulder, stopping just before he could draw blood. Ichigo squirmed underneath him, groaning half in pain, half in pleasure. Ulquiorra sucked on the bruised spot, not sure whether he wanted to soothe it or sink his teeth even deeper. Then, he felt a subtle change in Ichigo, and his cloudy mind abandoned the idea of biting; the Hollow part in Ichigo was stirring. While Ichigo didn’t realize, he was just as dominant as he was. Even if he did realize it, he probably did his best to deny it.
Ichigo suddenly moved, and Ulquiorra felt himself slip out of the other man. He abruptly found himself on his back, Ichigo weighing him down. A few moments later, he was back inside the redhead, Ichigo’s palms pressing against his chest. Ulquiorra let out a loud, content sigh. Excited, he remembered his confrontation with the other Vasto Lorde. He wished Ichigo would let himself go completely. His hands gripped at the redhead’s thighs, but he wasn’t allowed to regulate the depth of the thrusts. Ichigo moved up and down at his own pace. Since his hands weren’t doing much on Ichigo’s thighs, Ulquiorra’s attention went to his bobbing cock. It took only a few strokes, and the redhead seized up. Ulquiorra grunted as he was squeezed tightly. They rocked against each other mindlessly, Ichigo trying to prolong his orgasm while Ulquiorra was trying to reach one.
Ichigo’s lips formed a rather surprised “O” when a stream of familiar energy entered him. His back arched again. A couple of moments later, when it was over, he sighed contently and rolled off Ulquiorra. Once on his stomach, he exhaled again. Ulquiorra’s hand groped his backside then squeezed it a few times appreciatively, thanking it for the provided pleasure.
_ _ _
Ulquiorra left a couple of days later with a promise to return. He also told Ichigo not to be shy and visit him any time he felt like it. Ichigo pointed out that he didn’t know how to create a Garganta and that it was very problematic to go to Soul Society and ask for permission to go to Hueco Mundo. Ulquiorra promised to teach him next time. It wasn’t going to be easy, though, as a Garganta required tapping into one’s Hollow nature.
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