Candied Innocence | By : Snowway32 Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4892 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Right, this is a surprise update. I wasn't expecting to finish this chapter so quickly since I only started on the second part yesterday. I'd have guessed I'd be done by tomorrow but I'm glad that I managed to finish it. I'm very happy with the way it turned out. This story, I have forgotten the lure it holds for me. But for now, I'll just say that I'm not sure when exactly it will update again but I'm relieved that it has been updated.
I'm not going to say too much, just the warnings for this chapter contains: M/M lemons, Incest, Twin-cest, an Usagi!Mugetsu (Keiichi) x Usagi!Ichigo and a side pairing of Mugetsu x Kuro Zangetsu x Shiro Zangetsu (although I'm not sure how intense I want to make that paring, it make become a set pairing alongside the main pairing). This fic will also contain M-preg, a strange twist on an animalistic 'heat' and a very sweet story line.
If any of the warnings have put you off, please don't read any further. Please enjoy my honeys; I'll see you at the end of the chapter. This one took far too much out of me and now I don't know what I want to do next.
But I'm handing it over to you:
Chapter 2: Weaving Bonds From Within
Situated within a far removed world that was hidden in the depths of an eternal soul and bathed in flowing sunlight unseen in his own Inner World, a tall figure was left to transverse the vast distances that encompassed his beloved Aruji's twin soul and the home where the brother souls to his existence lived. Blessed by the Reiou himself, after having been forged by the Zero Division's 'God of Sword' (as all Deities' Zanpactō were), Mugetsu was quietly observing the vast snow covered plane that was spread so hauntingly around him. He was standing on the edge of a high precipice, the wind howling against pale skin as unusual silver orbs blinked away the harsh light that ignited across his form and displayed the lengthy cloak-like haori that was settled around a lithe frame. There was a sensual tumble of dark green silk trailing several meters behind him, creating a startling and contrasting image to the black shihakushō that he wore beneath and emphasised a cascading torrent of pitch black locks that reached down his spine to brush the backs of his thighs and knees evocatively.
Messy black strands were framing stoic features attractively, falling forward to brush pale cheeks as the midnight halo was barely kept back from tumbling over the Zanpactō's shoulder by an elegant crescent moon hairpin. Mugetsu was, in those moments, the very reflection of his master's appearance. A spiritual representation to the frightening power that Shiba Keiichi's Zanpactō carried as he curiously tilted his head to the side to follow the distinctive sound that a tinkling bell, ringing throughout the solitude and soothing quiet of Shiba Ichigo's Inner World, created. Endless ice capped mountain peaks were reaching for the sunlit skies above him, a metaphor to the eternal strength that was present in Ichigo's soul as powdery white snow shifted restlessly beneath black geta clad feet without a single sound despite the ringing echo of a bell that was drawing ever closer to his side. The sound alone was enough to curl a small smile across pale lips; Mugetsu drawing a calming breath into his lungs as he raised his right hand in front of him defensively.
It would seem that his presence had been felt already, he thought absently. Just as he had wanted it...
Closing silvery eyes with considerable patience, Mugetsu turned his astute senses to the approaching reiatsu that was brushing curiously against his own as he simultaneously bathed himself in the addictive scent that was permeating the depths of this world so wholly and completely. Even though the world that he now found himself in was a mirror image to Shiba Keiichi's, it wasn't illuminated with the perpetual moonless night and flickering stars as his home was. Instead, it was saturated with flowing sunlight and refreshing breezes. An understandable similarity considering that their Masters were twins but those facts, he found, hardly mattered. It was what he had come to do here that did and as the small smile curled across pale lips became much more pronounced, the indiscernible being reached into the depths of his soul to call forth the rightful form of his blade. Materializing a pitch black daitō in the palm of his hand, Mugetsu watched lazily as a black chain wound up his right arm securely and the bell sleeve of his dark green haori tore away at its overpowering touch. A visible black reiatsu was dancing around a deadly tip, engulfing the entirety of the sword in a haunting light as it hummed and vibrated in anticipation within an unwavering grasp.
'Come now, Zangetsu. You are wasting time! I know that you can sense me, I also know that you are aware of what I have come to do here.' Mugetsu called warningly, an explosive rise in his reiatsu singing through the air as he drew the black daitō down in a swift and precise arc. Igniting a heady rush of visible darkness in a circle of black around him, the pressure from the swing alone was enough to send ice and snow scattering around his form as menacingly expanded prongs became the a small prelude to the impressive length of the Zanpactō. The blade possessed no hilt, a mere hardened glove protecting Mugetsu's palm from being cut open as the Shikai release thrummed excitedly against his soul and the pitch black surface glinted warningly in the rays of the sun. Resting a sharpened tip against snow covered ground cautiously, the daitō's haunting call began to saturate the air with a thick and near undetectable reiatsu that was obscuring the world beneath black geta clad feet and enveloped the several meter long chain that was moving restlessly behind him at the command of his rising emotions.
Just as Mugetsu was about to release another flood of power in challenge; a deadly blade glanced off his own before a flicker of white swam into focus mere inches from his face. Crossing two blades in a familiar pattern was a large sword that possessed an elongated hilt and razor sharp edge. It was unusually shaped for a Shikai release; quite large too and as long as its wielder was tall. Flooding the black haired being's senses with a raw and erratic reiatsu, silvery eyes flashed in pure satisfaction as they noted the small gap that missing from the centre of the imposing blade. Displaying a surface that was just as black as his own, Mugetsu was forced to acknowledge that the sheer strength of the sword crossing his was no playful bout of reiatsu. Contemplative silver eyes were colliding fiercely with a pair that was the colour of the sun, bathing their depths in a sea of black as he eventually shifted his attention aside when a lingering presence shimmered into existence right behind him several seconds later. Pressing a significantly smaller - but just as deadly - blade against his spine; an alarming smirk curled nonchalantly across the white haired opponent's lips as a lazy blue tongue swiped across a pale, plush surface playfully.
'Then you know that we'll not submit easily, Mu-get-su.' Zangetsu purred dangerously, dragging out the black haired Zanpactō's name as the older of the spirits sighed softly in irritation. 'We were born to protect one soul, our King. And he shall remain untied until we ourselves find the one worthy enough to shield him from the harms of the world.' Nodding in understanding at those words; Mugetsu wasn't disappointed at their response as he allowed his eyes to flutter shut half-mast mere seconds later when a surprised hiss echoed into the air behind him. Winding the black chain of his Shikai release around the wrist of Zangetsu's twin, the long black haired being turned to the side to take in the two forms that were standing before him with such honourable determination. It was a protective response; one Mugetsu had been expecting because any Zanpactō soul that submitted to the Soul Claim their Masters initiated without a fight, were considered unbearably weak. And that was exactly what Keiichi had done. The eldest Shiba twin had opened a bond into Ichigo's soul mere minutes ago and until Zangetsu submitted to Mugetsu or Mugetsu submitted to Zangetsu, their Shinigami counterparts were stalled in finishing their instinctual claim.
Considering the sweet scent that was permeating the air though, the Zanpactō spirits were running out of time. Ichigo had entered the beginning stages of his heat and the Usagi Deity would soon be wracked with the need to satisfy not only his instincts but his right to bear the leverets of his mate. And Keiichi in return, would claim what had been rightfully his since the twins had been born into this world over a hundred Human years ago. However, until Zangetsu submitted to him, their beloved Aruji were going to have to wait in their instinctual responses to one another. It was a Zanpactō's duty after all, to weave their Masters reishi strings together when they had selected their eternal mate. A delicate process that not only melded two souls together but bound their powers irrevocably. This was how one Shinigami Deity became able to call upon the power of another. And so Ichigo would become able to use Mugetsu and Keiichi would be able to use Zangetsu when the time called for it. Getting the stubborn Zangetsu Twins to bend to his will was not going to be easy, this Mugetsu knew intimately. The white haired spirit was already much more stubborn than his orange haired counterpart 'Kuro' Zangetsu.
'I never expected you to bow willingly, Zangetsu. I would find it an unbearable insult if you did. But do not underestimate me, I have a purpose here and I will fulfil it. Let us resolve this quickly before your King suffers the pain of denied pleasure and going through the changes in his soul alone.' When Zangetsu took a step back and turned his head to the side with an annoyed 'tch', Mugetsu took his time to burn the astounding sight that the two of them made into the backs of his eyelids. They were hauntingly beautiful souls, clad in contrasting white and black shihakushō where 'Shiro' Zangetsu or 'white' Zangetsu was definately more erratic in his behaviour and wildly pulsing reiatsu. He was tall, perhaps a few inches shorter than Mugetsu but the splay of his white locks, trailing down a straightened spine to brush thin hips, was accentuated beautifully by the white cloak-like kosode that he wore. Ragged edges were dragging across powdery snow, dark red furred additions settled around the back of the cloak's collar and the cuffs of form-fitting sleeves that almost concealed elegant black nailed fingertips from the world.
Shiro Zangetsu was a strange, inverted, image of his King that possessed exceptionally pale skin and sharp golden eyes that were bathed in a sea of black sclera. But it was his twin 'Kuro' Zangetsu or 'black' Zangetsu rather, that was Ichigo's perfect doppelganger in every sense. He was more than a head shorter than Shiro, his height a reflection to the smaller size of his blade as the same golden eyes gazed at Mugetsu with a startling and calculating intensity. There was only one visible eye that the older being could see, though. The soul that represented Ichigo's wakizashi wore a black leather eye path over his left eye; partially concealing it behind messy orange locks that feathered teasingly across pale cheeks in a scruffy, unkempt, length that was both evocatively beautiful but dishevelled in every sense... It was at the same length that his Master wore it. Kuro Zangetsu, however, was dressed in a standard black shihakushō with the same cloak-like kosode as his twin. Only, the material on the inside was a deep and dark red instead of Shiro Zangetsu's inverted black. Around his left ankle was also a winding red tassel that rang with the sound of a silver bell everytime he moved; strawberry red lips parting now to expel a whisper of exasperation as he moved back several steps to place some distance between his opponent.
Saturating a single golden eye with a deadly glare; the black haired Zanpactō was very aware that this part of Zangetsu rarely talked. His mind was much more calculating and active than Shiro Zangetsu's but Kuro Zangetsu was not to be underestimated despite the purpose of his blade. He was probably the most dangerous of the two. Where alone, either one of them was a force to be reckoned with. But putting them together, they easily became something that was uncontainable...except for the existence that was stronger than the both of them. Causing a teasing grin; uncharacteristic for such stoic features, to creep across pale lips, Mugetsu brought his black daitō forward in undeniable challenge. It had been a long time since he had felt this exhilarated by an opponent, something that he could see reflected in the twins' eyes as his white haired opponent balanced his large black blade over his shoulder and took a steady leap backwards to avoid the trail of black reiatsu that was leaking from Mugetsu's blade to encircle him protectively. Blatantly showing off a technique that was likened to their creator, Engetsu; the black haired being remained the only one of the current Shiba Zanpactō to have ever mastered its delicate control.
'Mourou (1*)!' He called commandingly, a large circle of darkness obscuring his presence in shadow as his entire being became centred around the humming blade in his hand and the rising response of his two eager opponents' climbing reiatsu. The secure touch that a chain wound around a right arm was a comforting reminder of Mugetsu's determination, the trailing links coming alive with the brushes of his reiatsu as sparks ignited through the air the first time that three blades crossed in deciding battle. The lone challenger was easily keeping up though, pushing his two opponents back as an overwhelming sense of bliss filled the depths of his soul when he glided through well executed steps without ever faltering once in light-footed feats. His black hair had come alive behind him, tumbling from the crescent moon pin to form the bowed image of a Getsuga Tenshō the moment that he called out the name of the technique. But despite its breathtaking strength, it wasn't meant to harm. This was a collision of power that was simply meant to test each other's strength and as their battle of dominance and submission became indiscernible from the movement of time, they too entered a state that was immeasurable to reality.
Remaining mindful to never disturb the Inner World that they were fighting within, the intensity of their collision was soon felt across both of the Shiba twins' souls as the three Zanpactō became deeply aware that there would never be an easy winner in this. Blood had to be shed and the first to draw, was the first to claim his dominance. The instant that Mugetsu felt the tip of his blade glancing across sensitive flesh and sinking deeper, he stilled his movements with strict control. Silvery eyes watching intently as Kuro Zangetsu was the first to surrender his blade by driving the sharpened tip into white snow. Several drops of crimson blood was flowing from a shallow cut scored across a pale cheek, the orange haired being sinking to his knees as several breaths of strain spilled passed strawberry red lips and he gripped fistfuls of white snow between clenching, black gloved fingertips. A single golden eye was searching the distances for his vanished brother, concern and shame flashing in its depths as Mugetsu stepped towards his fallen opponent with a soft sigh and reached his hand forward to run gentle fingertips through a sprawl of infinitely soft orange locks.
'Does it hurt, little one?' He asked softly; providing a pillar of support for the sagging presence when a warm back leaned against his legs and Mugetsu bent forward so that a tumble of pitch black locks could fall over them protectively. When he pressed his forehead against another that was beaded with pearls of sweat, a near undetectable mewl caressed sensitive ears as a single golden eye clenched shut in strain and the smaller of the Zangetsu twins nodded his answer tentatively. 'I see, your Aruji's second stage of heat has started and its affecting you too. Don't worry, Zangetsu, your brother will bow. He just needs a little more persuasion.' Brushing a caring thumb across the cut that he had made, Mugetsu sealed the leaking wound with a touch of his reiatsu before he turned his unwavering attention back to the soul that was now several meters away from him. Reaching his left hand out in front of him, Mugetsu curled elegant fingertips into a fist and gave a decisive tug. Displaying a heady array of black chains that were already wound around both of Shiro Zangetsu's wrists, the long white haired being still remained defiant in his stance no matter how dire the circumstance became.
Tightening black nailed fingertips around the larger of the twin Zanpactō's hilt, Shiro prepared a single strike that was meant to overpower the black haired being as a last resort. With his arms restrained and his soul flooded with Mugetsu's overwhelming reiatsu though, the older of the three Zanpactō dodged the startling attack and even countered it by swinging his own daitō down in a perfect arc. Slicing through the middle of the light blue Getsuga Tenshō without even trying to, Zangetsu was barely given a chance to draw in a breath before he found himself sprawled on his back with an imposing presence leaning over him and steady knees resting on either side of his hips. A deadly blade was sinking into the snow mere millimetres away from his neck, scoring across his flesh in a surprisingly gentle touch before he was enveloped in a sea of black strands and softening silver eyes gazed down at him with considerable concern. 'Such admirable strength but you are barely able to move.' Mugetsu said softly, licking pale lips absently as he observed the single drop of blood that trailing sensually across pale neck before falling to stain the white snow beneath them.
'There is no shame in you bowing to me, Zangetsu. Your Otouto has already surrendered his blade but―.' Pressing a gloved palm over pale lips when they parted to yell at him, Mugetsu sighed softly in irritation as he tightened the scope of his chains and reached down an arching torso to rest his free hand upon the struggling rise and fall of a sculpted abdomen. 'Please don't resist, I don't want to hurt you. I'd advise you, Zangetsu, to take into consideration your brother's state of being. He's already suffering under the influence of Ichigo's heat. The longer you leave it, the more painful it will become for the both of you. I will not harm you, I only seek to bring my own Aruji his deserved happiness. It won't do any of us any good the longer you stretch this out, I can also make the pain go away, Zangetsu. You just have to trust me.' It seemed like hours passed after those profound words, a slow spread of pink creeping across pale cheeks as the more volatile of the twin Zanpactō spirits began to adhere to their Master's state of need and Mugetsu was prompted to draw his hand away when golden eyes glanced away from his gaze and a heady frown furrowed white brows.
'I refuse.' Zangetsu said forcefully.
'What―?'
'Y-you'll protect him right...i-if we can't?' A tentative voice interrupted Mugetsu softly, silver eyes glancing over his shoulder towards the orange haired Zanpactō that was kneeling beside their intimately twined forms now. Reaching forward to brush messy white strands from his twin's eyes, Kuro Zangetsu leant over Shiro's form protectively before placing a soothing kiss to a flushed cheek as the white haired being suddenly shuddered beneath his brother's touch and two black nailed hands twined together in a steady grip. The orangette's wakizashi was already sheathed by his side, hanging from a blood red sash as messy strands tickled pale cheeks and displayed the thin strings connected to the four corners of his eye patch. 'Nii-san will never submit if you don't promise to protect Ichigo as well, e-even if you drew first blood rightfully. We don't care what happens to us. B-but if you can promise to protect Ichigo until you shatter when we become unable, he'll bow.' Allowing a brief flicker of surprise to shimmer in silver eyes, Mugetsu smiled softly as he gripped a pale chin between his forefinger and thumb and tilted Shiro Zangetsu towards him so that he could make his unwavering promise without any lie present in his words.
'I will eternally stand not only beside the both of you but will grant your Aruji access to my power whenever he needs it, Zangetsu. As a Zanpactō blessed by the Reiou himself...let the crescent moon marking on my back be a testament to my words. I shall never break my promise to the both of you. Ichigo will be protected until my power wanes just as you will in turn grant my Master the same courtesy.'
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'Nnngh...' Moaning softly when a dazed consciousness was forced into startled wakefulness, elegant fingertips instantly tugged at soft silk sheets as a back bowed in a deep and sensual arch. Sending an evocative splay of hip length black locks rippling across dark sheets, feathering across many feather pillows and a downy black rabbit tail twitching in anticipation against the base of a curved spine; Shiba Keiichi shuddered needily as usually perked black rabbit ears fell flat against the top of his head. Crimson orbs were fluttering open indolently, a pleasure hazed mind attempting to make sense of the dizzying world around him as the silvery rays of a full moon ignited across pale lips that were parted with rushing breaths and an overwhelming euphoria brushed incessantly across pale skin. Warm palms were pressing intimately against his hips, a ghosting breath skittering across his naked abdomen as soft orange locks seemed to trail a path of burning fire wherever wet lips pressed against his skin and knowing fingertips caressed hypersensitive flesh carefully. Keiichi had no idea what was going on; he could feel his twin's reiatsu clashing powerfully with his own and feel soft black fabric sliding down his hips when sly fingers undid the tie in his hakama sash but the older being's mind was too far gone to truly make sense of things.
'Ichi...Hnnn...Denka! W-what're you doing?' Mugetsu stuttered uncharacteristically, a solitary breath hitching painfully in his throat when a slick pink tongue dipped into his navel playfully and the soft fur of an orange rabbit ear brushed against his rapidly responding arousal. Oh shit, he cursed internally. Crimson orbs fluttering half mast as he buried his fingers in soft orange locks the instant that the tip of slick tongue pressed against the slit of erection and brought his body onto the brink of awakened arousal. An incessant heat was boiling rapidly through his blood; a slow spread of rapture winding a tight coil of carnal instinct in the pit of his stomach as the black haired Shinigami somehow managed to push himself onto his elbows and struggled to settle his rapidly rising breaths. Beautiful chocolate brown eyes were gazing up at him through a messy sprawl of vibrantly coloured locks, orange strands feathering evocatively across flushed cheeks as a glaze of deadly lust saturated fathomless orbs until they fluttered shut happily when petal pink lips slid sensually over the head of Keiichi's arousal without an answer the older Shiba twin's confused question.
'Shit! Ichigo!' He yelped in surprise, an explosion of sensation cresting against the edge of his soul as the older twin's mind reeled at the sensations that his brother was gifting him so freely. It was sheer insanity! His mind was screaming at him that this had to be a dream, there was just no way that his sweet, shy and innocent little brother would do this to him. Oh god! And trailing a slick, scorching hot tongue so expertly around the tip of his arousal whilst the younger being's hips swayed provocatively from side to side where he was kneeling between parted thighs...it was the most arousing thing that Mugetsu had ever seen. It was like Ichigo was fighting off his own needy arousal; the sprawl of a black kosode, the only article of clothing that Ichigo was wearing, was splaying sensually across his back. Falling from a left should to display the sensuous line of his neck as Keiichi could just make out the peak of a fluffy orange tail that was twitching erotically against the base of a curved spine. A needy moan was vibrated against the shaft of his hardness, elegant fingertips curling around the base of his arousal where that wet mouth couldn't reach until a breathy curse tumbled passed pale lips and the black haired Shinigami gripped fistfuls of orange locks in desperate strain.
He was shifting his hips restlessly, his strict self control completely nonexistent in those moments as he pressed against the back of an orange head to bury his length further into the delicious warmth that was filled with nothing but unadulterated rapture. And Ichigo yielded to him, allowing his guiding hands as gentle teeth scraped against the sensitive head and a soft exhale whispered across the saliva that the orangette was leaving behind in his wake. Keiichi was fighting hard with his consciousness in those moments; the sensations far too intense to lend itself to a dream as the reality of the situation pressed startlingly quickly into the depths of his mind. The scent, the sheer aroma that Ichigo gave off; it was wreaking havoc with his senses as it threw a deep haze of lust over his mind. Red-pigmented orbs were dilating with pure desire, something more instinctual and carnal shifting into place deep inside of him as Mugetsu's very soul sought to drag Ichigo into him. He wanted to wrap his twin in his reiatsu, to bathe the orangette in uncontained rapture and claim the soul that was kneeling so sweetly between his parted thighs without holding back. And nothing was going to stop him...Keiichi would mark the youngest Shiba twin as his and only full moon and the depths of their souls were going to bear witness to it.
'So good...Ichigo...' Mugetsu called with increasing strain, a thick and heady rush of his climbing reiatsu spilling into the room around him as it leaked into the darkness and painted the night air with uncontained sexual tension that was starting to affect not only him but Ichigo as well. The younger of the two, long having lost himself to the influence of something that he couldn't understand, was trailing his free hand against the inside of his thigh expectantly. Chocolate brown orbs were fluttering shut for a brief moment of confusion; the palm of his hand encountering a slippery slickness that was not meant to be there until Ichigo was forced to push it into the back of his mind when he curled a firm grip around the base of his own needy arousal. He was hot, tanned skin aflame with uncontained need as heady sensations of pure rapture began to flow through his veins at an alarming rate. Ichigo was savouring the addictive taste that was spreading so wholly through his mouth, moaning deeply in his throat with every drop of pre-come that fell onto the tip of tongue and the rising scent the was clouding his senses entirely.
The orange haired Shinigami simply couldn't explain his actions anymore, he had merely woken up in a fit of untainted heat and needy rapture mere minutes before and had decided to let his instincts overwhelm him and guide him through whatever it was that had started brewing so potently within his soul the day before. Or was it mere hours before? Ichigo couldn't tell, his awareness of time having flitted away after his twin had shown him the love and acceptance that the youngest Shiba twin had been yearning for ever since he had understood that he loved Kei-nii differently than everyone else. There was something deeper tying them together, something intangible to the outside world that remained deeply profound to only the two of them and now that there was no longer a shred of fear within him that Mugetsu didn't feel the same way as he did, Ichigo could allow himself to fall into the uncharted explorations of their new and far more intense bond. That, well, and he simply couldn't hold himself back anymore. A deep and unsatisfied emptiness was still tearing achingly against his soul, a lingering moan exploding from his throat when gentle fingertips scratched behind one of his drooping orange rabbit ears and gave him back a flash of unexpected but purely contended pleasure.
'Nnngh...M-Mu-chan...please...I-I want more...' A silky tenor whined breathlessly, a warm mouth pulling away from his current treat as lust glazed brown eyes gazed up at his twin through a messy sprawl of evocatively dishevelled orange locks and a pink tongue swiped sensually across swollen petal pink lips to snap the heady string of saliva still connecting him to his brother's fully hardened and aching arousal. Hip length pitch black locks was spilling all around Ichigo now, skittering playfully against the back of his neck as gentle fingertips rested upon his shoulder and the older being leant down to place a nibbling kiss to the tip of an orange rabbit ear. The resounding call of a breathy moan could be heard echoing into the night air seconds later, the youngest Shiba arching back sharply when he was unceremoniously yanked forward to fall into his brother's lap and the action caused two slick erections to brush together blissfully. Clenching hands instantly gripped Keiichi's shoulders to steady himself, a small shudder of anticipation chasing down his spine when impatient fingertips slid the material of a black kosode down his shoulders and pooled it over the propped up thigh which had slipped between his legs supportively.
'S-such a dirty trick, Otouto...' Mugetsu whispered unsteadily, warm palms running teasingly against Ichigo's sides until the black haired being tugged warningly at a downy orange tail that was twitching erratically in need against the base of a bowed spine. 'So beautiful, though; Denka. I can hardly contain myself.' Pressing pale lips against a petal pink pair that parted instantly for an incessantly pressing tongue, Ichigo mewled contentedly as a scorching slickness twined erotically with his own and startling crimson eyes read the very depths of his soul and took note of the deep and unsated need that had consumed the orangette whole. Tanned arms were curling around the back of a pale neck, elegant fingers pulling desperately at a mass of pitch black locks as a shuddering exhale became muffled again his beloved Nii-chan's lips mere seconds later. Mugetsu was swallowing his twin's sounds eagerly, providing an impromptu gag the instant that a steady palm encircled the base of Ichigo's arousal and a shouted cry of pure rapture was tugged from within heaving lungs. Keiichi's name was falling erotically from kiss swollen lips, a neck arching back yearningly as the orange haired Usagi Deity was forced to tense in anticipation when knowing fingertips parted his thighs and passed curiously across his entrance.
'Ichi...Ichigo? Why are you wet? Did you prepare yourself, Denka?' Frowning in confusion through a haze of uncontained lust, dazed chocolate brown eyes watched hazily as Keiichi brought his hand forward to observe the clear fluid that was smeared slickly across his fingertips. Flushing blood red in mortification when Mugetsu brought his fingers to his lips curiously, the orange haired Shinigami turned to side in horror when droopy orange rabbit ears quivered uncertainly against the top of his head. 'S-stop it, N-Nii-chan! D-don't do that!' He yelled loudly, surprisingly startled when harsh fingertips suddenly pulled harshly on his downy tail and teeth dug painfully into the side of his neck. An apologetic whimper immediately fell from petal pink lips, blunt fingernails digging harshly into Mugetsu's naked back as a sly hand slipped around his back again and a single digit passed sensually against his entrance. Ichigo only had a single second to breathe, his world crumbling to pieces around him when a single finger slipped deeply inside of him without encountering much of the resistance and discomfort that he had been expecting.
'Oh f-fuck! Keiichi...please!' The youngest called despairingly, hips grinding back against the touch when a free hand pressed against the back of his head and entwined pale fingertips in a messy sprawl of orange locks. Ichigo leant forward in gratitude to the grounding caress mere seconds later, the tip of his nose nuzzling a perked black rabbit ear in loving affection as several rushing breaths brushed humidly against his brother's head and Ichigo nibbled gently on the edge of a twitching black appendage. It was difficult gifting Keiichi the same sensations that he was getting in return; the orangette smiling in triumph against a long black ear when he finally managed to push a beautiful array of black locks aside to tug tenderly on Mugetsu's restless tail. It only took a single second for his world to be flipped upside down though, the two of them rolling across the sheets until Ichigo found himself sprawled on his back and Keiichi settled himself between parted thighs possessively. Pressing his feet flat against the soft sheets to accommodate the new position, Ichigo balanced his weight more fully as he cradled his twin closer to him and shuddered deeply when one finger become two and they both set an increasingly pleasurable rhythm of stretching his insides for something bigger.
A series of wailing cries was spilling continuously from petal pink lips, Ichigo's fingertips digging into silk sheets desperately as he arched back wildly when biting teeth latched onto a hardened nipple and tickling strands of pitch black locks fell hauntingly around his from to engulf them in a world of their own creation. He could barely even draw a proper breath into his heaving lungs, the sensations were becoming too much and the more that he tried to cling to some form of reality, the further that Ichigo was falling into the unbearable heat that was streaking so powerfully against his soul. Within those deeply pleasurable moments though, the orange haired Deity was forced to acknowledge that his very essence was being dismantled by his twin's expert hands. And it was such an overpoweringly rapturous experience that Ichigo tugged his bottom lip between his teeth and instinctively bit down when two fingers became three. The bitter taste of coppery blood instantly flooded the depths of his mouth, a startled cry spiralling in the air around them when Keiichi stilled his pleasurable movements and retracted his fingertips from inside Ichigo with great concern. Bringing his right hand to his lips, the older of the two lapped away the sticky drops that were trailing across his skin before he used a thumb to smooth a bottom lip away from biting teeth.
'Careful, Otouto...' Mugetsu breathed tenderly, his tongue passing across a bleeding wound before he pressed his forehead against another's to offer them a moment of brief reprieve. 'I'm sorry if I hurt you, Denka. I just can't seem to control myself...I need to―.' Silencing his brother's words by sliding their lips together abruptly, Ichigo moaned deeply in bliss when a dominant tongue forced itself into his mouth and twined erotically with his own. He was breathing heavily, shifting restlessly against the sheets as dazed chocolate brown eyes fluttered open half-mast and the orange haired being dug blunt fingernails against his brother's back in deep, yearning desire. 'M-more! K-Kei-nii...more...onegai (2*)I want more...' Ichigo pleaded breathlessly, his tongue swiping across his lips to gather his beloved's taste back into himself as lust glazed eyes gazed dazedly at the silver moonlight that glinted off of the blood tainted string of saliva still connecting their tongues. His attention was so captured by the sensuous sight that he was forced to shift restlessly when two warm fingertips slid inside his mouth and a tender kiss was pressed against his forehead to bring his focus back to the black haired being bowed so protectively over him.
'I need you to relax, Ichigo. This is probably going to hurt you a bit, bite down on my fingers if it gets too much.' Nodding dazedly at the warning echoing inside his head, Ichigo breathed a shaky sigh through his nose mere moments before his entire world was shattered to pieces around him. A reverberating cry was thankfully silenced by two fingers, blood flooding the depths of his mouth as a burning sear of sensations exploded through the entirety of the orangette's soul when a hardened length buried deeply inside of him with a single thrust. Keiichi's hiss of pleasure instantly caressed the side of a warm neck, a sweaty forehead falling forward to press alongside tanned skin as the blackette fought a valiant battle within himself to find some much needed control over his actions as it were. It was impossible though, him and Ichigo both, it was like they were wound up in an eternal play of pure instinct and he wanted nothing more than to sate his carnal pleasure as much as Ichigo's very soul seemed to calling out for it. The orange haired Usagi Deity was eagerly pressing his hips back against his brothers though, shifting with restless sexual energy as he swallowed thickly around the fingertips in his mouth.
Ichigo was tracing his tongue across sensitive pads, bathing them in slick saliva as he rocked backwards and forwards through the dizzying pain that had shot up his spine mere seconds before. But it didn't hurt, in fact he was whining in his throat for more as his back bowed sensually when a gentle thrust wracked a new and deeply satisfying sensation into the very depths of his soul. The orangette wanted more! More heat, more passion, more pleasure and as vibrant chocolate brown orbs collided with a red-pigmented pair fiercely; his beloved yielded to those instincts as Ichigo threw his back and gripped two steadying shoulders to ground himself against the near painful sensations of pure and overwhelming pleasure. It was cresting against the edges of his very soul, enveloping him in rapture...bathing his entire form in his beloved's all encompassing reiatsu as Ichigo's power rose deeply within him to clash powerfully and needily against Keiichi's. Something deep and instinctual had clicked back into place inside of him, the orange haired teen baring his very soul to his most loved Kei-nii as everything began to fade away from around him. A downy orange tail was stiffening against his spine, two orange rabbit ears perking up in uncontained rapture with every rocking thrust that he was being gifted.
'Hah! So good, Kei-nii...Nnngh! Keiichi!' Ichigo called out desperately, repeating the lilting cries of his twin's name as things became too much for him. Dots of inevitable black were swirling into his vision, threatening to drag him into unconsciousness as he suddenly let go of everything that he had been holding back. A deeply powerful explosion of reiatsu echoed into the night, his brother's answering collision of power nearly forcing Ichigo to lose the last of his control as sheer white ignited rapturously behind his eyes. Every single colour he could think of, every sensation was swimming into his soul...breaking him apart as he became suspended between two worlds of life and death. He couldn't breathe, his tongue twining briefly with another as something scorching hot and utterly satisfying painted his insides in pure carnal rapture. Nipping teeth were tugging softly on his bottom lip, Mugetsu's soothing baritone whispering Ichigo's name as the gentle sound lulled the orangette into the arms of oblivion that had been waiting to claim for a long while now.
The single declaration of love whispered against a flushed cheek, burning into pale skin as steady arms caught his weight and gently lowered him onto infinitely soft silk sheets below; left Ichigo unaware of satisfied crimson orbs gazing at him lovingly as he was carefully helped beneath the rumpled covers and Keiichi fell into a splay of soft pillows right next to him. The older of the two was carefully gathering his beloved in his arms, not even aware of the thick and oppressive sensation of reiatsu that was stirring in the atmosphere and the additional reiatsu that was flowing into the night from the three Zanpactō that were settled in the sword rack next to his bed. All that Mugetsu was truly aware of was that his beloved Ichigo was finally his, his marked mate, his beloved and his eternal lover. Now that he had him, Keiichi wasn't going to let go. There was new and intense bond forming deep inside of their souls, he would never seek to strain it...with his very life he'd protect his precious and most loved Otouto.
His Ichigo.
Shutting off the faucet of a running shower, Shiba Keiichi leant his forehead against a tiled wall to collect himself as several shaky breaths spilled hauntingly passed pale lips. Lazy crimson eyes were fluttering shut half-mast, a deep and satisfying contentedness flooding the depths as his soul when drifting thoughts returned to his beloved that was still curled up beneath the sheets of his bed. There were still little shocks of pleasure skittering across his skin, creating a deep and overpowering satisfaction within him which the older being had never thought possible as the eldest Shiba twin replayed the hazy rapture of the night in his mind over and over again. Ichigo's natural scent was still clinging provocatively to his skin; the haunting aroma of chocolates, maple and spicy cinnamon wreaking havoc with his senses as a black rabbit ear twitched to the side at the sounds that the traditional Japanese mansion was making that morning. The sun of a new day had just began to crest over the horizon outside, a new dawn breaking across the clear skies as the soft quiet of the first snowfall surrounded the whole of Seireitei in a blanket of peaceful calm. It was still early, not quite time to face the day yet but Mugetsu had been dragged from a contended sleep with a restless energy that he couldn't explain.
It was almost as if the intense experience he had shared with his twin earlier, wasn't enough to settle the yearning desire that was coiling restlessly in his stomach again. He had slipped into the shower to try and calm it, a fluffy white towel now wringing out the mass of water that clung to hip-length black locks as the Usagi Deity sighed softly at the mere sensation his silk yukata traced across his skin when he bound it around his frame with a hasty knot in a black obi. Falling across a tall frame in a sensual sprawl of dark green silk, Mugetsu shivered softly as cold air enveloped his damp form and messy black locks tumbled messily over his shoulders mere seconds later. He was steadily making his way down the hallway towards his room again, sharp eyes taking in the lessening shadows as the darkness of the sky outside became all the lighter. He could sense Ichigo easily, the younger of the two seemed to have woken and was just a little further away from his room than what Keiichi would have liked but there was no denying the heady contentedness that was saturating his little brother's reiatsu. The mere brush of happiness present in his twin's soul was enough to curl a lazy smile across pale lips as the blackette slid open the shoji door carefully.
'Ichi? Denka? Are you awake yet?' A silky baritone called softly, crimson eyes gazing into the distance to look for a familiar flash of orange again. The bed was empty, a flicker of anxiety flooding the older being's veins when he frantically searched the recesses of his room again. The large Shoji door leading onto the wraparound porch outside was open, inviting inside the crisp morning air as Mugetsu relaxed minutely where he noticed his twin's form standing in the snow covered planes outside. The entire traditional garden was pure white, a peaceful quiet settling across the rest of the Shiba home as concerned eyes searched his brother's form for any form of upset. When he found none, Keiichi could only allow a soft breath of relief to spill passed his lips as he slowly made his way outside. Black geta clad feet were tapping a familiar rhythm across the wooden walkway, contented eyes observing a perked orange rabbit ear turning to the side to follow his movements but still Ichigo did not turn around to greet him. That was strange, usually the orange haired Shiba would have acknowledged his twin's approaching presence by now. But he hadn't and it was just enough to fuel the concerned anxiety Keiichi had felt mere moments before.
At the familiar tinkling echo of a pitch black chain, Mugetsu froze instantly. That was...crimson eyes widening in surprise when his closer proximity brought into focus a small detail he had not yet noticed before. A large sealed daitō was clutched in Ichigo's right hand, elegant fingertips curled around a dark green sheath before the orange haired Usagi Deity shifted restlessly on his feet. They were bare, he noted. Merely standing nonchalantly upon the soft snow as a stray dark blue yukata was settled around straightened shoulders in a dishevelled mess of draping silk. Chocolate brown eyes were turned upon the lightening horizon, gazing over his shoulder only briefly to offer his twin a small smile before a unwavering hand drew the deadly Zanpactō in a slow and tender movement. Keiichi felt his breath stalling in his chest, a steady rise of reiatsu flooding into the depths of the morning air just as the first light of the morning sun began to creep into the garden and glanced off of the cold steel surface of his Zanpactō's deadly surface. His twin's name was falling from his lips in concern, crimson orbs riveted to the sight Ichigo now made when he swung the large blade in a perfect arc.
Sending ice and snow dancing through the air, Keiichi felt his entire being resonate in tandem to the power that Ichigo was drawing from blade unexpectedly until the orange haired Shinigami suddenly stopped moving as if everything in the world was centred upon the presence resting in his hand. There was a spark of fire dancing in chocolate brown orbs, petal pink lips parting for a calming breath before the younger of the two turned around to face his brother with set determination. 'He's calling, Kei-nii.' A beautiful tenor noted in awe, a sensual gaze entering glinting brown eyes before Ichigo brought the blade towards him and brushed the deadly tip across the surface of the snow. 'Do you hear it, Nii-chan?' Ichigo asked softly, observing his black haired twin through lowered lashes as a furrow of confusion tugged at dark brows and pale lips parted with a startled question. Mugetsu was asking the orangette what he was talking about, what he meant by those words but Ichigo found that he couldn't answer it logically. He had woken up mere minutes ago to the overwhelming sensation of a blade calling to him, throwing a deep haze of confusion over his mind until it had finally stilled when his fingertips had whispered across Mugetsu's hilt.
Ichigo didn't know what to make of it, not until he had drawn the humming blade and allowed the sheer and overwhelming power of his twin's Zanpactō to flood the depth of his soul. This was the first time that the orangette had felt a deep connection to the blade, a call so strong that it was as clear to him as Zangetsu's voice was. As twins they had often swapped blades, just for fun and to see what they could do. But neither of them had ever been able to release the other's blade, no matter how they had tried or how closely entwined their bond had already been. It was strictly an impossibility in this world, the dynamic of a Zanpactō didn't work like that and it was never supposed to. But something, Ichigo knew, had shifted deeply inside of him. So when Keiichi asked his question again, the orangette smiled softly as he rested the fingertips of his left hand across a humming blade to still its incessant power. The sheer power dancing across the surface was astounding, flooding the depths of his soul so powerfully that Ichigo could feel it vibrating in his hand. He knew that he couldn't answer his brother's questions, knew that Kei-nii couldn't feel exactly what he did in those moments...so he was going to have to show him instead.
'Mourou Mugetsu!' He called softly, his very voice shattering the still air that morning as an overwhelming flood of reiatsu was tugged deeply from the depths of his soul and a circle of pitch black reiatsu encircled him protectively as a lengthening black chain wound securely up his right arm. A hardened black glove encircled his right hand protectively, an echoing power rising in intensity to alert not only the Shiba mansion of the powerful sword release but the resounding ripples were encompassing a large portion of Seireitei as well. The sun's early rays was skittering across a pitch black surface, cold air caressing his skin in pure pleasure as ice and snow swirled erratically around in the air to the whimsies of the blade's overwhelming strength. It was utter bliss, a proof of the connection the orangette had to his twin and it was sweeter than even the pleasure he had been gifted the night before. Ichigo was chuckling softly, his twin's surprised expression was priceless in those moments, leaving his mind reeling the instant that a strong chest pressed intimately against his back and warm lips pressed against the top of his head. The orange haired being was purring softly in delight, warm fingertips coming up to rest over his abdomen intimately before a slick tongue trailed a heated path up the side of his neck.
'Any more surprises, Otouto? I don't think I can handle another.'
1* - Mourou – '朦朧' which means 'Obscure'; I used this as the calling word for Mugetsu because it sounds a lot like Isshin's Moero (which means Burn) and it lends itself a lot to the visual aspects of 'shadows and black fire'. I also don't think there's a Zanpactō out there with the same calling word.
2* - Onegai – Please
Right, that's it from me. I'm too tired to think of anything else and my day has only just started. Thank you for reading, I really appreciate it. If you'd be so nice as to offer me a review for my hard work...I'd be eternally grateful to you. Other than that, I hope that you enjoyed. I'm off, much to do and I don't know what to update next but luckily I can write this one off in my mind for now.
Yours Always
Chocolate Carnival
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