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Celestial Lightning: Imposing The Heavenly Realm	By : Snowway32 Category: Bleach > Crossovers Views: 2505 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or Percy Jackson & The Olympians, they belong to their creators Kubo Tite and Rick Riordan respectively, I make no money from this, it is merely for my own pleasure.

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Hello all my honeys, sorry that it took such a LONG time to finish this story. It became rather big I'm afraid and there was so much to consider that time seemed to slip by me and I couldn't sit down long enough to finish it sooner. But it's done now, I'm quite pleased how it turned out. So thank you for all my reviewers, I appreciate it. Hopefully part 3 will complete it more fully and make it truly enjoyable for you guys.

I'm not going to say much, I'm exhausted and sick so I can't really think too much. I'd like for you to please heed the warnings:

Celestial Lightning: Imposing The Heavenly Realm contains: M/M lemons, Crossover, Angst, Dark Fic, possible Dub-con/Non-con themes, 'sacrifice for safe travel' (like offering one's virginity to be protected whilst travelling the sky), infidelity (yes Zeus is married) and violence. Possible use of Zangetsu/Lightning/Lighting Bonds in the lemon and so forth. BDSM themes. This is a three-shot, meaning part 1 & 2 is the introduction to the characters and part 3 contains the lemons.

If any of the warnings have put you off, please turn back now. This fic is concentrated on taboo and dark eroticism, it's NOT for the light hearted.

The set pairing is: Zeus (Ζεύς) x Kurosaki Ichigo (黒崎一護)

Just as a side note, most of Ichigo's responses are in Japanese from the 2nd part…translations will be provided in the footnotes but I want you to please not point out any mistakes. I'm not fluent in Japanese, this is just for the effect of the story and to make it a little more challenging for me to write. A sort of creative license so I apologize here if there are any mistakes.

For now, please enjoy!

Celestial Lightning: Imposing The Heavenly Realm

Yo, King! How long 're ya goin' te drift through the clouds?! Time to wake, Heika (1*)! Moaning softly in protest when an annoying tenor cut through the heated warmth of a lulling dream, an orange head burrowed itself further into the cradle of several feather pillows just so that the peaceful Shinigami could remain cocooned in the depths of his sleep for a little while longer. Ichigo really didn't want to wake up in those moments, it was far too comfortable to stay exactly where he was as a quiet groan of pure contentment echoed loudly from blissfully rested lungs. Something unusual was burning heatedly in the pit of his stomach though, forcing the partial Quincy to curl in on himself as the current dream he was immersed in, withdrew from his consciousness and he found himself falling through the air for several terrifying seconds. A definitive crack was resounding powerfully through the air, black and white sneaker clad feet coming to a halt on a pane of see-through glass as the brittle support fissured threateningly beneath him and a vast sideways skyscraper reached boldly for the edges of a tilted, storm riddled, night sky. Looking suspiciously like the Empire State Building that he had seen glimpses of earlier that day, a chilly breeze tugged restlessly at the edges of a white and turquoise hoodie as it blew messy orange locks into dazed chocolate brown eyes and deliberately attempted to confuse highly trained senses for several minutes.

Ichigo hardly noticed, merely blinking tangerine strands out of his eyes as he glanced up at a large eagle that was soaring majestically through dense clouds, flashes of intense lightning and howling, icy, cold winds. Captivating his sole attention for an indiscernible stretch of time, the Sixth Royal Guard didn't even feel a need to pay attention to the shift in the air as a dense mass of shadows converged to life mere metres to his right. Forming a menacing silhouette out of swirling darkness, chocolate brown eyes blinked in surprise the moment that his gaze collided apathetically with a predatory grin and the familiar, untamed, gold and black eyes of his most powerful Zanpactō spirit: Shiro Zangetsu. The white haired Hollow seemed to be appraising his Master critically, the tip of a blue tongue swiping across pale lips hungrily as a furrowed forehead tipped forward ever so slightly under the weight of two long, sharp angled and deadly black horns that were jutting menacingly from the sides of his head. As the only remaining remnants of his full hollow form, they were artfully accentuated by a messy array of scruffy white locks that swept across attractive features with the wind and outlined the exact image that mimicked Ichigo's current inverted appearance. The near perfect, inverted, doppelganger of his beloved Aruji.

'Zangetsu? Why are you—?' Sneaker clad feet were sliding silently across fractured glass with a lazy saunter, the Zanpactō spirit coming to halt mere inches from bumping noses with Ichigo as a deep chuckle resounded powerfully through the air. Untamed golden eyes were narrowing in irritation when the orange haired teen reached for the blade draped across his back, the embodiment of the Dual Deity's fractured Hollow powers crossing his arms over his chest to blatantly show off his unthreatening and unarmed state. Che, ye'r as clueless as always, Your Majesty. Shiro huffed sarcastically, shaking his head with disbelief as he too gazed up at the soaring eagle that was drawing closer to them with every second that passed. Tell me, King. 'ave ya figured out what the flashy lightning god wants ya to sacrifice? When Ichigo furrowed his brow with bewildered confusion and shook his head in the negative, the white haired Zanpactō glared heatedly into the distance as he held up his hand for silence the moment that the seventeen-year-old prepared to assault him with questions he'd rather not answer. It's not an object of wealth that the Lord Of The Sky wants Aruji, it's somethin' else…somethin' much more personal. Turning fierce golden eyes away at the guilty admission, Zangetsu felt too embarrassed to say more as he carefully observed Ichigo's weariness when he tried to figure out if his eternal companion was trying to help or play games with his emotions.

'You know the answer don't you?' Ichigo yelled accusingly. 'If it's not something material, then what is it?!' The sheer frustration that was racing irritably across tanned skin, warned the orange haired teen that his Zanpactō was immensely agitated by whatever knowledge he possessed. Never before had he seen such a fierce look of protectiveness reflected in bloodthirsty golden orbs, nor had he felt such a deadly amount of killing intent pouring from pale skin in indiscernible amounts as it was now. It was literally shocking his system, unsteady feet struggling for balance as sparks of pitch black reiatsu crackled to life between two tapering black horns. I don't like this, King. Someone is going to have te bring ya down te earth and the fall isn't goin' te be pretty. That didn't even begin to answer any of his questions, Ichigo wanted to scream. It only confused him all the more! But whatever he planned to say next, drifted away when his balance failed and he found himself sprawling onto harsh concrete and cracking glass with a violent shove. It only took a second for Shiro Zangetsu to stand over his Aruji protectively, long black nailed fingertips curling around the newly materialized hilt of a menacing black blade as a razor sharp edge sailed through the air in a swift and precise arc. Igniting a heavy mass of dark reiatsu in an instant, there was not a single ounce of regret tainting the intended execution as a large cross shape headed directly for the path of a swooping eagle.

Get ye'r fuckin' beak out my Aruji's dreams, ye arrogant Bastard! This is MY realm, MY soul, MY Master's purity! I'll tear ya to pieces and dance 'cross ye'r ashes if ya come 'ere uninvited! An angered shout echoed deafeningly into the distance. An indigent screech answering Zangetsu's undue violence as a blinding flash of light left behind only fluttering feathers as proof of the bird's previous existence and a wave of nausea suddenly overwhelmed Ichigo's awareness from the inside out. He was stumbling to his feet with several uncoordinated footsteps, glaring boldly at his Zanpactō as he howled with pure confusion. 'What the hell, Zangetsu?! What's going on…your appearance? The eagle—!' Ichigo barely managed to find his footing on his own, watching wearily as Zangetsu sheathed his sword and curled a supportive grip around his Master's upper arm for balance. The touch was surprisingly gentle, an angered scowl morphing to display true concern as Shiro gazed imploringly into the depths of hazed chocolate brown eyes. The wind was dying down around them, a forefinger and thumb pinching Ichigo's nose before golden eyes fluttered shut knowingly and a slow breath of control trailed uneasily from pale lips. Drawing away from the white haired Hollow's touch (more out of confusion than disgust), the orange haired seventeen-year old shivered coldly when several shadows seemed to meld with his doppelganger's feet and began to devour his presence from sight.

Damn Quincy! The Hollow spat disgustedly, pressing a clawed fingertip to the centre of Ichigo's forehead so that a razor sharp black nail could draw a thin line of crimson red in anointment. The Old Man doesn't like this anymore than I do. That god awakened yer sensuality, Ichi. Or ya went and did it yerself, ya clueless idiot. My carnal presence has been stirred, my physical need aroused, my fertility awakened and you are reflecting my image at this moment…not the other way 'round. When ya find out what the Lightning God wants as a sacrifice, Ichigo, and ya will… Yield yer body, heart and soul please…I cannot shield ya from forced—. Whatever Shiro had been planning to say, was stolen away by the howling wind as mournful golden eyes glanced away guiltily when the world surrounding them began to crumble away into the abyss. Glass platforms were shattering with violent earthquakes, the skies darkening to pitch black as Zangetsu's comforting presence vanished into thin air and left behind nothing but a lingering shadow of his appearance and a hiss of dark anger. A wave of panic instantly enclosed Ichigo's heart in a fist of ice, a hazed mind snapping out of a confounded daze as his breaths rattled unevenly and painfully in his chest. This wasn't right, his mind screamed. His Inner World didn't look like this, neither had he ever felt so alone and abandoned without his two eternal companions by his side since they had been reforged—.

'ZANGETSU! Where are you?! Zangetsu!'

WAKE UP! ICHIGO! A dual shout called forcefully, causing chocolate brown eyes to fly open with wild panic as a startled breath stalled achingly in the back of the teen's throat and desperate fingertips raked anxiously across dark blue silk sheets. The sound of ripping fabric was like a sword being held against his neck, the growing dusk obscuring most of the large guestroom in elongating shadows as the scent of a brewing rainstorm suddenly enveloped Ichigo from all sides. The familiar weight of both his swords thankfully remained pressed against his back and thigh, anxious palms curling firmly around two warm hilts as the orange haired teen prepared to draw them at the first sign of a credible threat. The words that Shiro had spoken to him mere seconds ago, were echoing deafeningly through his mind as a struggling chest heaved up and down for lost breath. Chocolate brown eyes were only just starting to adjust to the flames that flickered brightly in the hearth, a swift jump landing agile feet on solid granite floors as the orangette used the new platform to balance himself on and ease away the unusual flare of anxiety that had awoken him from his contented slumber. Something wasn't right with the equilibrium of his body though, his head tipping forward under a newly gained weight as sleep hazed eyes blinked in confusion when lengthened orange locks reflected the scruffy style he had possessed when stepping out of the Dangai to stop Aizen.

Even though his hair was supposed to be shorter, messier and dishevelled with sleep by now; tangerine coloured locks were swaying evocatively in the breeze as trembling fingers came upwards to make sure what he was seeing was real. Sadly, it was. Just like his fingers were topped with frightening black, claw-like, nails that tapered off to needle sharp points and had grown several inches in length. The added weight on his forehead, dragging against his temples, could only be two sharp angled and curved horns that were just as deadly and demon-like as his Zanpactō's. The realization of which, caused an overwhelming wave of nausea to twist through the orange haired Shinigami's gut as he slowly but surely began to fear for the worst. Something had happened to him whilst he had slept, something that he had no knowledge of… And as he stumbled over to a gilded mirror that hung above a crackling fireplace, he was greeted by familiar features and a thin band of intricately twined gold cherry blossom branches that rested against the centre of his forehead like a circlet of royalty. Right in the centre of a furrowed brow, partially concealed beneath a messy array of orange bangs, was a variation of the Quincy cross, a pitch black sun and several intertwining heavenly black chains.

The symbol of his power, Ichigo remembered, that the Reiou had gifted him when he had been blessed and welcomed into the Royal Guard several years ago. But he could have sworn that he had left the crown back in Seireitei with his Oyaji. How could it have—? No, this wasn't something that the orangette could understand anymore. Something had been stirred to life within him and whatever it was, was quite potent with unusual sensation. Flawlessly tanned skin had begun to shimmer light blue with gathering reishi, chocolate brown eyes lightening with flecks of gold as the sun lowered into the colourful chasm of a darkening horizon. Heavy storm clouds were impregnating the skies beyond large open windows, a blinding flash of lightning birthed to life right outside his garden terrace as the accompanying thunder shook the solid floors with its intensity alone. Several skitters of electricity were dancing playfully across the tips of two deadly horns with innate power, crackling with pitch black reiatsu as Ichigo felt an overpowering need to bathe himself in the coming rain. Steady steps were already leading him towards the source of growing turmoil, his clothes shifting and changing form around him. A pitch black hakama was clinging evocatively to thin hips, pleated folds brushing playfully across the top of bare feet as a thick golden sash, suspended Zangetsu's smaller blade against his right thigh and simultaneously accentuated the black fabric of a loose kosode.

Draped across his shoulders was a sleeveless white haori, dragging several metres of expensive silk on the floor behind him as a rich, deep turquoise coloured the inside of the garment and indicated his newly established rank as Heir to the Shiba family. Zangetsu's larger companion blade was also unintentionally concealing the diamond and star pattern emblazoned on his back, the billowing sleeves of a black kosode bound back with a crisscrossing black string so that they did not brush his forearms as an unexpected curse tumbled colourfully from luscious petal pink lips in perfect Japanese. Chocolate brown eyes were darting curiously across the horizon, the orangette's will prompting him towards the edge of the terrace where a large rose garden came to an end and a marble fountain, decorated with a majestic golden eagle, sprayed steady arcs of water through the air. A light drizzle had just begun to fall from the heavens, another flash of blue igniting the sky as Ichigo crossed his arms and leaned his hip against a beautifully carved balustrade. Tilting his head to the side slightly when a shadow circled him from above, gold tainted eyes could only blink in surprise when a real eagle landed on the stone railing next to him with intelligent, predatory eyes marking him prey. When he offered the bird an untranslated question in confusion, it screeched irritably before opening its impressive wingspan and taking off for the guest room with a trill of impatience.

'Matte (2*)!' Ichigo called out in surprise, a single leap of shunpo guiding him back towards his room in the blink of an eye as he tried to keep the large creature from hurting itself in the confines of the palace walls. Only, the eagle seemed to be faster and more agile than the Shinigami himself. It did not seem to register in Ichigo's mind that there was no possible way for a normal bird to stay ahead of shunpo, he simply felt too inclined to follow the creature's unexpected appearance as he completely forgot to worry about the changes to his appearance and the fact that he was being led deeper and deeper into a vast Grecian palace that belonged to the God Of The Sky he still owed a debt to and he needed to sacrifice an offering to for protection. Something within was ushering him forward though, imploring the Sixth Royal Guard to follow the flicker of brown and white that trailed several metres ahead as a strange compulsion built itself heatedly in the pit of his stomach and his veins became saturated with the lingering sensation of growing anticipation. The confusing labyrinth of endless corridors, large rooms, towering silver doors and beautiful white statues were blurring into shades of black and white in the peripheries of Ichigo's vision as the world faded away from around him and he lost himself in the familiar exhilaration of letting his natural speed envelope his form without restraint and only pure instinct to lead him forward.

It was utter bliss, black waraji clad feet silent upon marble floors as white and coloured silk trailed behind him in billowing folds and petal pink lips lilted upwards in a faint smile. The seventeen-year-old was briefly able to forget all the concerns and anxieties that plagued his thoughts since the Quincy King had vanished into the shadows and a heavy burden had been placed on his shoulders. Nothing seemed to be capable of reaching him in those moments. The lingering warmth from the delicious food he had eaten, the soothing memories of his mother that he had experienced earlier…the King Of Olympus's gentleness; they were all easing away his undue anxiety as focused chocolate brown eyes lidded down behind pale eyelids and he slowed to an instinctive halt when the eagle crossed the threshold into a magnificent room filled with towering arches, tall columns and a magical blue fire that danced lazily in a vast hearth. Gossamer sky blue curtains, hung from the canopy of a large bed, were winnowing in the wind as several burning torches, low lighting and lit candles; cast a natural light blue glow over silver and gold trimmings that decorated stately furniture crafted for both human and god sized beings. Such lavish chambers! They were even more elaborate than his guest room, Ichigo mused. And on the terrace, a table was laid out with a forgotten dinner as a tall frame leaned against the stone railing with his back turned towards his guest.

'Finally found your way here, lost little godling?' An amused baritone chuckled softly, the Lord Of The Sky not even flinching when an eagle landed on his shoulder and dug deadly claws through his clothes. The majestic bird was simply taking its rightful place by its Master's side, sharp eyes looking haughtily over Ichigo's form one last time before it leaned into petting fingertips that scratched the top of its head in gentle affection. 'I thought you'd take longer, Ichigo. It would seem that I underestimated your speed again. You are indeed a hasty one.' In the light of a dim blue fire, periodic flashing of lightning and the approaching darkness of an intensifying rainstorm; the God Of The Olympians was bathed hauntingly in a shimmer of ethereal and celestial golden light. His black trench-coat was hung over one of the stuffed arm-chairs by the fireplace, a glass of amber liquid balanced between elegant fingertips as a pinstriped waistcoat accentuated white sleeves that were rolled up and a sky blue tie that was undone around his neck. Neatly kept chin length and perfectly styled black locks were slightly ruffled, almost as if the older being had been running his fingertips through the strands. As a golden crown, woven from intricate laurel leaves, rested regally atop a black haloed head. In Ichigo's mind, there was no doubt that this was the most powerful being in the entirety of Olympus…even the world beneath their feet.

The power that was rolling off a tall, lithe, frame in indiscernible waves, was unfathomable with command as the God of Thunder and Lightning finally turned around to cast a contemplative gaze upon his newly arrived guest. There was a brief flicker of startled surprise crossing attractive features, shapely black brows furrowing slightly as the Lord Of The Sky took in the unexpected sight that greeted him in the threshold of the Royal Chambers. Instead of showing an adverse reaction to the young Shinigami's sharp angled demon-like horns, slightly lengthened orange locks and changed clothing, Zeus allowed a smirk of pure satisfaction to curl across pale lips as a crack of thunder rumbled excitedly through the sky in perfect accompaniment to a vibrant flash of lightning.

'So you've finally decided to show me your true godly form?' A deep baritone purred seductively, the dark haired King pushing himself away from the terrace railing with steady and controlled footsteps. 'I must say, Kurosaki Ichigo, it's a befitting sight. Such beauty should not be concealed from my eyes, child. I prefer to see you as you truly are…the perfect balance of untamed danger, death and blinding purity.' A soft pink was peppering pale cheeks, gold-flecked brown eyes averting to the side with lingering embarrassment as Ichigo shivered softly when a whisper of instinctual need enticed him to cross the threshold into the god's chambers. Something held him back too however, a whisper of caution echoing in the back of his thoughts as the King Of Olympus regarded him far too closely for Ichigo's comfort. Zeus had not invited the orange haired teen to enter formally though, he didn't need to. The Emperor Of Gods only had to wait for his prize with schooled patience and a gentle, encouraging, smile.

It was fate. The Shinigami would fall, they all bowed once coming into contact with the Lightning God's true desires.

'Kurosaki Ichigo, Son of the Reiou, Shinigami from the East, Deity of Duality…Dexyuaru-Shin…have you come to offer an honoured sacrifice in the name of Zeus? Do you understand what is expected of you once you cross into this room, little one? Once this contract is sealed…I shall not hold myself back from taking what I desire…'

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'Shitsurei, (3*)' Ichigo breathed apologetically, pale eyelids fluttering shut shamefully when the words dripped silkily from his tongue in perfect Japanese without him intending to. 'Watashi ga shitte irushi te i nai (4*).' He claimed truthfully, bowing his head forward with respect as scruffy orange bangs spilled into his eyes and he hesitated in entering the Royal Chambers without proper invitation or knowing what was expected of him on the other side. When you calmly just said: "Pardon me, I don't know," in a faraway language that your gracious host did not understand and pointed out your own offensive obliviousness to the situation surrounding you; fate had a tendency to end things very badly. Strange though, how steady steps continued to draw closer until neat black shoes came to a halt right in front of him. A warm palm had come to rest against the top of his head several seconds later, tipping the teen out of his amiable bow as stormy blue eyes displayed all the harshness of a powerful thunderstorm the moment that they collided heatedly with chocolate brown orbs. A surprisingly gentle movement brought the two being's closer together than before though, the Lightning God's considerably taller frame drawing so near that Ichigo could feel warm body heat seeping through the fabric of his shihakushō as it skittered hauntingly across highly sensitized skin.

Biting back an unexpected curse when curious fingertips decided to trace a sharp angled black horn from base to tapering tip several times to test the sharpness of the unusual demonic appendage, the orange haired teen could only shudder needily when a deep and instinctual yearning sparked to life deep inside the depths of his soul. An inaudible whimper was lodging itself in the back of his throat, several retreating steps attempting to place a respectable and inoffensive distance between them again so that the world didn't narrow down into such abrupt and frightening close contact. Zeus, on the other hand, wouldn't allow it. Long fingertips had curled around the back of the teen's neck with such speed and force that Ichigo couldn't slip from his grasp. His mind was already slightly intoxicated by the scent of ozone, sparking electricity, brewing rainstorms, fine wine and a lingering, honey-sweet, evocativeness that could only belong to the amber liquid that the god had been drinking mere moments before. Ichigo had become thoroughly cornered in the depths of his own mind, a single terrifying moment convincing him that he would be incinerated in a shaft of lightning for the impudence and disrespect he was showing. But then a playful smile curled across pale lips and previously unreadable blue eyes softened with affection as tanned fingertips reached for lengthened orange hair that was brushing pale cheeks with every tilt of Ichigo's head.

'The fact that you've reverted to your true godly form, seems to have awoken your mother tongue. It's quite extraordinary, Ichigo, the lilt suits the timbre of your voice much better than the English you spoke this afternoon.' Blinking in confusion when he understood Zeus's words perfectly, even when the elder god spoke to him in a completely foreign language he had never heard before. 'Don't underestimate the power of a god, child. Languages do not hold barriers in my House. I'm speaking to you in Ancient Greek, for example, and you understand me perfectly. But that doesn't really matter.' The older being said with a dismissive wave of his palm, a thumb coming to rest against the centre of Ichigo's circlet as if the Lord Of The Sky was memorizing the symbol of power for later reference. 'You are here because you decided to follow your instincts, am I correct? Now, now…don't give me such a guilty nod and averted eyes. There is no shame in your actions. The human part of your soul is supposed to be curious. It amuses me greatly to find such untainted innocence in a world that has been stained with nothing but death and destruction for several millennia.' Shivering unexpectedly when a deeply seductive baritone purred several words against the shell of his ear, Ichigo bravely grabbed Zeus's wrist in reprimand for his uninvited touch as dark eyes flashed angrily and the young Shinigami lifted his head with stubborn pride.

'Yamme te (5*)! Raijin-sama— (6*).'

'Tell me, young Shinigami from the East,' The Lord Of The Sky interrupted smoothly. 'Have you ever been touched? Has another awoken your sensuality? Have you experienced a taste of Aphrodite's unrequited curse?' Paling at the implication of those words, an orange head shook a violent and mortified negative as chocolate brown eyes flared a bright shade of Hollow gold out of pure distress. A dark red instantly coloured pale cheeks, the orangette shivering with trepidation when a spark of dark lust saturated lightning blue orbs and a rumble of purring thunder echoed through the sky almost as if the God Of The Heavens was deeply satisfied by his guest's response. This was becoming quite dangerous though, Ichigo thought to himself privately. He needed to run! But his feet simply refused to move, a searing blue gaze burning straight through his soul as everything went eerily quiet in his mind and a hitched breath stalled painfully in the back of his throat. Too much, it was almost becoming too much to bear as pale eyelids fluttered shut with a strange purr the moment that a forefinger and thumb caressed the tip of a tapering black horn for several seconds in gentle reprieve. In the back of the Sixth Royal Guard's mind, he could have sworn that Shiro Zangetsu was creating the pleased sound as the god's overwhelming aura wrapped itself around a fluctuating reiatsu with firm, suppressing, power.

'Your worldly innocence, Ichigo. Your untainted purity. Your untouched heart. Sacrifice it to me. Yield your love to me and I shall protect you on your quest and beyond. I shall provide you help should you so desire it, even gift you enough pleasure to enrapture your body and bind your soul with far greater power than before. In return, I want to claim you. I wish to mark you as mine. For a god, there is no greater tribute than a sacrifice of innocence. There is also no greater form of protection than what I can provide, either.' Swallowing down an instinctual and mortified refusal to those words, Ichigo tugged a bottom lip between his teeth as he worried plump flesh uncertainly and dug clawed fingernails into the palm of his hands to ground himself. If he were to open his mouth, Ichigo knew that he would stammer and choke on his own words. Of all the things that the King Of Olympus could ask for, of all the things that he could want…this was not something that he had expected. His innocence. No, his virginity, given in sacrifice? Zangetsu's cryptic words finally seemed to make sense, the Hollow's watery tenor echoing loudly through the depths of his mind with amused laughter as golden eyes narrowed down into a determined scowl when Ichigo was reminded harshly of the duties that were resting on his shoulders and what still had to be done if the Quincy Emperor was ever found.

There was no time to fight against it, no time to politely refuse the Lord Of The Celestial Heavens. Ichigo didn't want to cause another war, not with these beings. Neither did he want Yhwach to have a second chance at destroying his beloved home. Too much death stained his hands already, too many bloodied memories swimming into the forefront of his mind as the distinctive taste of blood saturated the Royal Guard's mouth when sharpened canines bit through a bottom lip and successfully grounded his panic for several minutes of decisive and sharp clarity. The Shiba part of his blood was already protesting against this violently, telling him that he'd never submit to anyone that worked with such twisted manipulation. But gritting his teeth against it, nursing an explosion of anger and allowing the spark of his short temper to be ignited, was not going to help this situation any more than refusing to comply to Zeus's wishes would. Ichigo wanted to curse, to scream, to question the older being's motives in wanting him specifically but it trailed away in the wake of calm voice that brushed encouragingly against the edges of his soul. Yield, Ichigo. Zangetsu Ossan intoned wisely, subtly reminding him of his family that was in danger every day that he spent away from them. We will protect you for an eternity, Beloved Aruji. There is no future without sacrifice. Yield. There is no escape from this twist in fate…

'Sora ga yoi, (7*)' A smooth tenor whispered with steely resolve, darkening eyes connecting bravely with Zeus's as the deepening flush across pale cheeks seemed to retreat considerably and the very air become electrified with the words Ichigo had spoken in challenge. 'Dōi shi masu (8*).' A steady drip, drip, drip of crimson lifeblood was splattering on the floor by his feet, black fingernails having dug so deeply into calloused palms that the orange haired teen had made a considerable puddle on the floor just to control the tremor in his hands. It had taken all of his will power to agree to the older being's request without stuttering, his heart pounding an erratic tattoo against his chest as a pleased smile touched the Greek god's handsome features before a tall frame retreated several steps into the Royal Chambers. Seductive lightening blue eyes were enticing the teen across the threshold after him, Zeus drinking in the hauntingly beautiful form that followed as shy steps became skilfully agile on black granite floors. Chocolate brown eyes were gazing up at him through lowered lashes, a messy array of orange bangs partially concealing the heady flush that already seared across a straight nose as the glint of gold and seven thin threads of delicate black chains, woven between the cherry blossom branches of an intricate circlet, wound evocatively around the base of two sharp angled horns and reached more than halfway up bonelike appendages.

Such noble sacrifice, such beauty, such elegance…even in the face of an impossible situation, Zeus thought to himself. Kurosaki Ichigo was indeed a prize worthy of all the trouble that would come with claiming him. With scruffy orange locks trailing down the back of his neck to brush playfully against the collar of a black kosode, luscious petal pink lips parted with uncertainty and the barest hints of the uncontained demon inside the teen's soul peeking through, the King Of Olympus couldn't seem to hold himself back from reaching out an inviting hand. The moment that bloodied fingers twined with his, the older being brought smooth skin to pale lips as he pressed a soothing kiss to the centre of bleeding palm. It only took an instant for all traces of blood and injury to fade away, the teen's hitched breath and clenched eyelids indicating his sensitivity to the healing touch as he swayed towards Zeus's caress and intense brown eyes settled into a permanent glow of startling gold. White sclera had begun to bleed ink black, displaying a heady contrast against long curling golden lashes as the tip of a pink tongue absently tried to nurse the pain from a bleeding bottom lip. A quiet moan echoed through the air not long after that though, tensing Ichigo's shoulders as the Lord Of The Sky tried to ease the Shinigami's fears by brushing a curled forefinger against a flushed cheek tenderly.

'Relax, little one. I won't hurt you.' Zeus purred promisingly and Ichigo instinctively wanted to believe him, to bow to the god's will without question as a muffled whimper caressed the pad of an exploring thumb and the Lightning God dragged a soothing touch across a wounded bottom lip. Igniting a warm tingle across petal pink lips, the Sixth Royal Guard was surprised when the tremor in his limbs lessened and the erratic rate of his heart slowed to a more natural rhythm. 'Just relax, Ichigo.' A haunting baritone implored quietly, the stinging cut vanishing with a simple touch as the taste of blood withdrew from Ichigo's mouth and his chin was tipped backwards by a forefinger and thumb. Warm lips were brushing against the centre of his circlet first, acknowledging his rank in the Zero Division before they eventually slid a searing and overpowering sensation over luscious petal pink lips. The tip of warm tongue was swiping across a parted, plush, surface for a forbidden taste, asking for entrance as Ichigo tried not to jerk away when a scorching dance of bliss sought to coax him into a closer and unknown intimacy he had never experienced before. There was so little time to contemplate his own reactions, golden eyes lidding sensually behind long lashes as the world spun in dizzying circles around him and he was only vaguely aware of dark storm clouds that were dispersing into the distance and the rumble of booming thunder that shook the palace floors excitedly.

A warm wind was wrapping itself protectively around a lithe frame, the scent of ozone increasing exponentially as crackling sparks of lightning danced across the tips of the Olympian god's fingers before they came to rest against the side of the seventeen-year-old's neck. Hissing in surprise at the shocks of unexpected pleasure that flooded the depths of his veins without restraint, Ichigo curled a desperate grip through a pinstriped waistcoat to regain his failing balance as his natural Quincy defence, Blut Vene, fought a valiant battle to shield his heart from the overwhelming sensations that were racing hauntingly across shivering skin. Zeus was unconsciously birthing an intense urge within Ichigo to press himself as close to the Lord Of The Sky as possible, the orange haired teen not even noticing the steadying arm that slipped around his waist as gentle fingers twined through orange strands and tugged slightly to change the angle of their kiss. Intense and stormy blue orbs were burning heatedly through half-lidded golden eyes, an uncontained moan muffling against pale lips as the younger being whined in protest when Zeus began to draw away and broke their close contact. A deep flush settled permanently across pale cheeks in response, struggling breaths hitching painfully against a heaving chest as the god's curious fingertips returned once more to caress the tip of a black Hollow horn in thought.

'Tsk, tsk…so tense. I suppose it's been a while since you've been out of danger and offered a moment's peace?' The older being observed astutely, contemplative eyes following the string of saliva that still connected their tongues before he smiled tenderly and headed towards the terrace where an unattended glass was resting on a beautifully carved balustrade. 'Come here, child. I'll keep my promise to you, I swear so on the River Styx. I'll protect you on your quest and beyond, Kurosaki Ichigo, mark you as mine and bestow upon you the gift of true immortality. In return, I expect your loyalty, heart and sacrificed innocence. That means that you will never be allowed to love another or gift anyone a glimpse of what is rightfully mine.' Blinking owlishly at the possessive lilt that crept into a soothing baritone, Ichigo tried desperately to make sense of the implications behind those words. But he failed to do so. It was difficult to concentrate on anything except the older being that was leaning nonchalantly against a carved railing, elegant fingers wrapped around a glass of amber liquid as a neat black shoe pressed against carved marble for balance. 'Come to me, Ichigo. The night's still young and there's much pleasure to be had.' Much pleasure to be had? There was more? Ichigo wanted to ask childishly. Instead he became distracted by taste of saliva that was cooling on petal pink lips, the tip of his tongue swiping across a soft surface to gather the taste back into himself.

It was no use, he thought to himself. A vast bridge between his rationality and body had already opened up without his consent. He couldn't defy his yearning need any longer, several panting breaths spilling loudly from parted lips as his mind spun with the brief pleasure he had been granted. Unarming himself by leaving both Zangetsus leaning against the side of a low table, Ichigo made his way towards Zeus with unsteady steps as he dropped a heavy golden sash and haori from his shoulders and leaned into the caress of a summer breeze that tugged playfully at the folds of his shihakushō. It was hot, a sweltering heat burning across flawlessly tanned skin as the orange haired teen welcomed cool fingertips that cupped his cheek and the edge of a glass that was pressed to his lips. 'You bear the heat well, little Shinigami. Many can't stand my presence for several minutes without spontaneously combusting.' Was the Lord Of The Sky making a joke? It was hard to tell, stormy eyes seemed completely serious even under the orangette's bewildered gaze. But it didn't really matter. The scent of a brewing rainstorm was saturating the entirety of Ichigo's senses, a glass tipping amber liquid into his mouth as golden eyes gazed at the vast canopy of an inky night sky. The cosmos was spreading out into the distance, the golden shimmer of the godly being's form invading his vision as a laurel crown brushed against his cheek when warm lips caressed the side of his neck.

'Nnngh…' A quiet moan echoed pleasantly from petal pink lips, the taste of Ichigo's favourite treat sliding thickly down his throat as all rational thought fled his mind and replaced his blood with a scorching fire that could only be quenched by the Lord Of The Sky. It was heating him up from the inside, straining against his heart as clawed fingertips gripped onto the railing for support and biting teeth worried sensitive flesh to increase the range of his senses. It was almost too much, Ichigo wailed despairingly. The glass that had been passed over to his hands, shattering on the tiles by their feet as his grip slackened abruptly and he arched into a lathing tongue that was trailing a heated path of pure sensation towards the peak of a collarbone that was sensually displayed by a black kosode's loose folds. Before he could stop himself, the tip of a pink tongue was trailing across luscious lips as an array of breathless, pleading, words built steadily in the back of his throat. They were spilling freely into the air, the precarious control over his powers that Ichigo was known for; disintegrating around him as his vision began to blur and the air became uncomfortably heavy with the press of his own uncontained reiatsu. There was no time to real it back in, his heart racing an excited tattoo against his chest as golden eyes fluttered half-mast out of pure pleasure and a seductive tenor whispered desperate and deeply needy words that could no longer be held back…

'O-Onegai (9*)…' Ichigo whined listlessly, a sharp breath interrupting his stream of incoherent words as he wanted nothing more than to drown in the sensations surrounding him. 'Sarani (10*), Sora-Shin (11*)…' He called, tangerine strands dancing wildly in the wind as he threw his head back the moment that a warm palm came to rest against his heart and Ichigo lost all of his previous inhibitions in the presence of a newly gained beloved. His pleas though, were simple enough for anyone to understand despite the conflicting languages…

'Please, more… Ore wa… (12*)…I w-want…'

More…

'There's no need to beg so sweetly, child. I'll look after your pleasure well.' Such promising words, Ichigo hissed in his mind. Fulfil it, his soul yearned with daring challenge. Dangerous sparks of black reiatsu were materializing to life between two tapering black horns, lidded golden eyes overrun with pure instinct as clawed fingers gripped the Greek God's shoulders so hard that black nails ripped through soft fabric and several warm droplets caressed the pads of sensitive fingertips. Before the orangette could discern what it was, a deep chuckle cut through the air as mirthful lightning blue eyes locked warmly with lust glazed golden orbs and an eight inch taller frame disentangled itself from Ichigo's death grip with regal poise. 'You're an aggressive little godling, Kurosaki Ichigo. Drawing ichor from the King Of Olympus on first try. You are aware that many have died for less of a trespass against me?' When no answer was forthcoming, the older being took in the half-lidded gaze that showed no amount of remorse for the slip in the teen's composure. A challenging smile was curling beautifully across luscious petal pink lips, vibrant orbs dancing with a vivid array of growing rapture that simply demanded more. But it was black nailed fingertips that shattered Zeus's concentration as they were brought to the teen's lips and the tip of sensual pink tongue peeked out to lap away the evidence that tainted tapering nails in startling gold rivulets.

'T-tastes sweet,' Ichigo murmured to himself absently, leaning his forehead against a steady shoulder with great care so as to not hurt the older being with long, tapering, horns as he sighed contentedly at the warm fingertips that ruffled scruffy orange locks tenderly. 'S-sorry, Lord Zeus. I forget that they're razor sharp…I'll try to be more careful.' His voice was barely heard over the sound of blood rushing in his ears, uncertain arms falling uselessly against his sides as the partial Quincy became unable to discern the language that was flowing from his lips or feel an inkling of the previous anxiety that had overwhelmed his limbs with uncertain tremors mere minutes before. In fact, Ichigo could hardly recall why he had been so unsettled by the older being's request in the first place. If he had to sacrifice his innocence and heart to this being, then the orange haired teen was content enough to revel in the Lord Of The Sky's presence as it wound itself like a protective cloak around his shoulders. Perhaps he was slowly losing his mind, perhaps a taste of the god's Nectar was dulling his senses… But Ichigo could not find a word of protest against what was happening as he watched, transfixed by the Lightning God's movements, as the King Of Olympus tugged a loosened tie from his collar and curled a firm grip around his guest's wrists.

'Those are quite the hazard you have there, Shinigami, I imagine your horns are just as sharp. I'll have to stop you from using your hands, though. I can guarantee that you'll forget everything except my name soon, never mind being able to control your grip and prevent yourself from causing harm by accident.' Before the eastern child could form a word of protest, his wrists were artfully bound together by a silk tie. The knots were almost painfully snug, digging into tanned skin as golden eyes widened with surprise when the tie seemed to bend the light around itself and transformed into a heated mass of arcing, dancing lightning. It only took a second for Ichigo to realize that this wasn't a bakudō that he could break by sheer force alone. This was a literal lightning bolt that was yielding itself to the King Of Olympus's will. And everywhere that the impromptu bonds brushed his skin; a wave of need and desperate yearning he could not control, flooded his veins without consent. A low, sensual, moan was spilling freely from parted lips, a shimmer of blue light reflecting hauntingly off the Greek God's bronze skin as Ichigo became cornered against a balustrade carved with laurel leaves (the symbol of the gods' immortality). Forced to grip a pinstriped waistcoat for balance when the force nearly toppled him from a balcony that was suspended several thousand feet in the air, Ichigo could barely speak against the searing hot kiss that was placed expertly upon his lips.

It was so good, he moaned deeply in his throat. His mind slipping into another plane of reality as blood roared deafeningly in his ears and his skin burned painfully with a need he could no longer contain or understand himself. The bonds keeping him captive, were pulsing restlessly against his flesh with unexpected sparks as a scorching tongue twined with his in an erotic dance that was pilfering Ichigo's very breath from his lungs and sent the world spinning beneath his feet. Two palms had captured him against the railing, pressing flat upon the marble surface as a strong thigh slid intimately between parted legs and the Lightning God graciously took the orange haired Shinigami's weight when his failing stance threatened to drag him to the terrace floor in an undignified heap. The dark haired King's lust was overwhelming Ichigo's blood from the inside out, flowing into his heart from lightning bonds as golden eyes clenched shut with pleasured strain the instant that he was forced to yield himself to the intense fight for dominance and submission that had been sparked to life between two questing tongues. There was nothing left to tether him to reality in those moments, a weightless bliss birthed into existence deep in the pit of his stomach as the wind howled deafeningly in his ears and all forms of solid ground vanished from beneath unsteady feet when the Lord Of The Sky ascended the heavens into the vast domain he reigned over rightfully.

Ichigo nearly bit down at the sensation of weightless gravity, golden eyes widening with fear when secure arms curled tightly around his waist and he was skilfully turned around so that his back was pressed against a strong chest. The Lightning God was whispering a calming lullaby in Ancient Greek against the shell of dainty ear, the two of them rising upon the air currents until they were suspended far above the world where thick stratus clouds were spread in an encompassing dome above them and a sea of Mount Olympus's palace lights, burning braziers, lit hearths and torches glowed invitingly beneath them. Even further down, the dizzying lights of Manhattan had become like an inverted night sky as small pinpricks danced like stars across the horizon and towering skyscrapers looked small and insignificant against the brewing rainstorm surrounding them from all sides. The scent of saturated clouds was creating a heady miasma, mixing naturally with the tang of the Lightning God's honey and ozone aroma as the ions in the air became charged by the presence of Ichigo's bound wrists. The captured lightning was seeking to ignite the sky with arcs of overwhelming power. Where, even in the presence of their Master's strict control, the supressed force of nature was causing the younger being's hair to stand on end as his breaths rasped painfully in the back of his throat.

'W-what are doing?!' Ichigo stammered with great difficulty, his very soul shivering with unexpected bliss when sly fingertips slipped beneath the gap in his kosode and pressed a pale palm intimately against the sculpted muscles of his abdomen. Warm lips were sensually exploring the side of his neck, a flood of adrenalin heightening the orange haired teen's senses to new levels as the older being's taller frame wrapped itself protectively around him from behind and a dense mass of clouds materialized into existence below their feet to create a surprisingly solid but yielding platform to stand on. 'Are you afraid of heights, Ichigo? I find that hard to believe. I've been watching you cross my domain for over a week now, child. You always travelled faster and higher whenever one of my storms spirits drew close. I cannot sense fear in you, Kurosaki Ichigo. All I feel is a barely restrained excitement and a flood of instinct that is enlivening your senses to my presence.' A seductive baritone chided mirthfully. The path that a heated tongue seared deeply into tanned flesh, forcing Ichigo's breath to hitch in his lungs as he leaned more fully against a strong chest and rested the back of his head on a steady shoulder. Glancing upwards at the Lord Of The Sky from his shorter vantage point, the orange haired teen shivered softly with anticipation when a devilish smirk curled across pale lips and storm eyes lit up lightning-blue with dark desire.

'As to what I'm doing, I'm going to fulfil my promise and mark you as mine.' Zeus noted quietly, allowing exploring fingertips to slip deeper into a black kosode so that he could pinch a hardened nipple between a forefinger and thumb. The seventeen-year-old's reaction was near instantaneous, bound hands struggling for freedom as a startled cry echoed deafeningly into the distance and golden eyes widened with sheer surprise when the pressure in the air increased exponentially and forced the orangette to lose his footing. 'That usually entails the part where I drown you in rapture, little Shinigami, and you sacrifice your innocence to me.' The Lord Of The Sky purred seductively, loosening his grip around his guest's waist so that Ichigo could kneel on the surface of a supporting cloud. Curling a firm grip around a bejewelled horn that glinted menacingly in the moonlight, the Greek God made sure to come to a halt in front of his prize as soft silvery rays filtered between the gaps of the stratus. Pressing a soothing kiss to the top of a spiky orange head, Zeus quickly captured the orangette's bound wrists in his hand before they could make contact with the cloud and ignite the night with powerful arcs of lightning. The small whimper that caressed sensitive hearing, accompanied so sweetly by a lilting moan, was like music to the Lightning God's ears as stormy blue eyes seared the erotic image that was kneeling before him so willingly into his mind for eternity.

'The heavens shall be a witness to our contract tonight, Ichigo. The storm a catalyst to my power and a shield against wandering godly eyes that wish to witness your 'fall from grace' so-to-speak.' The older being claimed possessively, an impressive display of prowess causing Ichigo to cry out when he found himself sprawling onto his back and a tall frame came to rest between parted thighs and bowed protectively over him. The cloud's downy surface was softer than any mattress Ichigo had slept on, a cool breeze caressing tanned skin as scruffy orange locks tumbled shyly into his eyes and he averted his gaze when intense blue orbs seared an instinctive and deep lust through already boiling blood. 'T-then what are you waiting for, R-Raijin? I am yours, Lord Zeus…I yield my innocence in sacrifice. There's no need to hold back, King Of Olympus. I promise you I am not human. I am a god in my own right. A Shinigami from the East, the Sixth Royal Guard of the Reiōkyū. What you saw this morning is merely a small glimpse of what I'm truly capable of.' Ichigo promised truthfully, emphasizing his words by concentrating on the reishi that was in air and using the beginnings of a Cero, spiralling to life between black horns, to weaken the lightning bonds that were curled around his wrists. It was not an easy task, his reiatsu was already unstable from the pleasure and the instinctual power that created the Cero.

Now, it was searing an intense heat into his skin just like a blazing black sun.

Before Ichigo could tilt his head forward and aim the blast to shatter his bonds, a firm grip forced his hands above his head and pressed captive wrists into the cloud's vapour to restrict his movements. Where the lightning instinctually anchored itself above Ichigo's head and two blinding arcs of light sailed through the air in perfect accompaniment to low, rumbling, thunder. The sound was reverberating powerfully through the orange haired teen's chest, several arcs of electricity skittering painfully across tanned wrists as the god's celestial lightning bathed the entire night sky with flashes bright enough to light up the darkness. Golden orbs were gazing dazedly at the storm clouds swirling above, the sensation of falling rain so in tune with the King's presence that it felt like Ichigo's heightened senses were about to implode as knowing fingertips came to rest against the inside of his thigh and caused him to arch back needily when the god's free hand trailed a heated path down his clothed stomach. Creeping lower and lower, grabbing fingertips eventually tugged playfully on a white hakama sash as the Lord Of The Sky grinned triumphantly when Ichigo sagged in his bonds and squirmed restlessly with a deep, unsatisfied, need. Several pleas were already spilling shamelessly from luscious lips without consent, the Sixth Royal Guard losing himself piece by piece as a grounding kiss brushed the tip of his nose and a deep chuckle accentuated a purr of booming thunder.

'Such bold words. There's no sensual way to seduce you is there? Very well, Kurosaki Ichigo. I accept your generous sacrifice. There is no more time to turn back.' Ichigo was surprised by how much those words aroused him, a deepening flush already settling across his cheeks as he shivered unexpectedly when a gentle touch outlined the evidence of his hardening need and a firm tug undid his hakama. Untucking a black kosode and sprawling the fabric around him in sensual folds, Ichigo hissed in strain when warm palms trailed up and down his bare sides and threw a fog of descending rapture over his already spinning thoughts. He couldn't form a single word of protest when a heated warmth slipped beneath the hem of his hakama, curling a firm grip around his arousal as he was gently coaxed into a fully hardened state and he moaned blissfully in his throat with deep approval. His heart was racing erratically against his chest, his vision blurring around the edge as his body bowed instinctively to the Lord Of The Sky's will. The orange haired teen was well aware that they had reach a point of no return. The rapture that was clouding his senses had created a shameful need within him that desperately had to be satisfied. He had already lost himself to the god's touch, tangerine strands flopping into lidded golden orbs as the Dual Deity threw his head back against a downy surface and hoped to ground himself against the pleasure for several moments of clarity.

But it was a useless endeavour, the searing heat that flooded his veins was like an unquenchable fire that no one but one god's touch could soothe away. It was driving Ichigo insane, a gentle pattern dragging a set pace up and down his hardened shaft as an agile hand guided pleated hakama down flawlessly tanned thighs and dragged expert fingertips across smooth skin. Lightning blue eyes were eagerly taking in a perfectly sculpted form that bowed beautifully into his touch, the tip of pink tongue trailing exotically across luscious lips to wet their sudden dryness as burning golden orbs locked pleading with the King Of Olympus's from behind a messy array of orange locks. Several breathless words were tumbling freely from a parted mouth, pleading so sweetly for more as the older being obliged his guest's pleas by pressing a thumb nail deeply into a weeping slit and raking blunt fingernails across a fluttering abdomen. Leaving behind no obvious marks, Zeus pressed three fingertips between saliva drenched lips to simultaneously muffle pleasured cries and coax a scorching tongue into wetting his fingers as the young Shinigami obeyed his words without question and rocked impatiently into the increasing rhythm that encompassed his arousal. It was almost too much for Ichigo to bear though, his muscles tensing in anticipation as a peak of pleasure swept through his veins unnaturally fast and threatened to overwhelm him from the inside out.

'You're quite sensitive, Ichigo.' Zeus noted absently, chuckling with amusement as lust glazed golden eyes glared at him when he staved off a premature release by wrapping a firm grip around the base of a pulsing erection. 'Tsk, tsk! There's no point in spoiling the fun before I had a chance to taste you.' A seductive baritone purred playfully against the shell of a dainty ear, Ichigo flushing crimson red when three fingertips were removed from his mouth and the God Of Lightning brought saliva wet digits to his own lips as he trailed his tongue across sensitive pads and teased the younger soul into a right state of frustration. Vibrant orange locks were beginning to adhere to pearls of sweat that gathered on a furrowed forehead, a lilting melody of breathless gasps echoing into the distance as Ichigo clawed at his own palms in distress and caused a warm sensation to drip across pale skin. Those expert fingertips were back, teasing him closer and closer to a release but drawing away and tightening around the base of his arousal just as he was about to reach the epitome of a satisfying climax. It was driving the orangette insane with unbearable desire, his vision blurring with dots of black as he tried to discern the motives behind the Lightning God's maddening pattern that gave and took pleasure without truly paying attention to his sacrifice's needs.

But that all that drained away when a wetness brushed against the inside of Ichigo's thigh, only two words echoing against his ear, as he was given a second to contemplate what was to come and a single saliva-wet finger slid deeply inside him. A hoarse cry instantly echoed into the distance, lightning bonds sensing his distress as another flurry of vibrant lashes arced across the night sky and Ichigo desperately tried to shift away from the unusual sensation. Only, it wasn't working very well. A restrictive arm was thrown across his waist, a muffled sob accentuating the orange haired teen's disappointment when his unsatisfied lust was left unattended and he was forced to arch backward as a second fingertip soon joined the first and began a slow rhythm in and out to stretch him open for something much larger. Too much, it was becoming too much again as golden eyes clenched shut with strain and the Shinigami finally let the strict control around his reiatsu slip. He simply couldn't control himself anymore, something within had shattered to pieces the moment that curled fingers brushed a button of pure ecstasy inside him. The very air was becoming harder and harder to breathe, warm lips sealing with his as the younger being was distracted from the heady mixture of pain overtaking his soul and the soothing whispers that brushed welcomingly against the shell of his ear several seconds later.

Promising that Ichigo would feel nothing but all-encompassing pleasure in a few minutes, the orange haired teen rocked backwards and forwards listlessly as time seemed to slow to a stop around him. There was no way to measure minutes in his mind, his heart was racing too fast against his chest and his very soul was quivering under the Lord Of The Sky's will. There was not a single coherent thought left in his mind. Pain and pleasure had become indiscernible from each other and when a third finger slipped inside him with little resistance, a pained moan muffled quietly against stubbornly sealed lips as a warm kiss whispered upon his chain wrapped circlet and blue eyes locked imploringly with his. A clear question seemed to be shimmering in depthless pools, prompting a nod from the orangette as he whined in protest when biting teeth latched onto the side of his neck and nearly overwhelmed his consciousness with a burst of blinding sensation. It instantly cooled heated blood with icy shards, briefly calming Ichigo's rapture so that he was granted a moment's coherency and golden eyes could gaze up at Lord Zeus as he was gifted an encouraging smile. An aura of gentleness was swirling around a lithe frame, black locks tugged by the wind as the God Of Lighting brushed warm fingertips through vibrant orange locks and encouraged hakama dishevelled thighs to wrap around his waist.

'I accept your sacrifice, Kurosaki Ichigo…may the Fates bear witness.' That was the only warning that Ichigo got, a startled cry echoing deafeningly into the distance as something hard and scorching hot ripped into him. There was no time to wonder when the Lord Of The Sky had managed to undress, how he controlled the planes of air around them as rain drops glistened like diamonds across flawlessly tanned skin and the skies opened up with a burst of controlled lightning. It was simply too much for Ichigo's mind to comprehend, an explosion of black reiatsu swirling across the tips of his horns as he arched back desperately and murmured a prayer to the gods in perfect Japanese. A lulling sutra was echoing melodically into the pitch black night around them, golden eyes half-lidded with pain and pleasure as the older being gave the orange haired teen several moments to adjust to his considerable size before rocking thrusts began to reach deeper and deeper into the orangette and Ichigo was left absolutely breathless with intense sensations. 'L-Lord Zeus, please!' A stuttering tenor pleaded loudly, the seventeen-year-old struggling to voice his desires as pleasure hazed eyes became overrun with instinctive lust and his hips swayed in a perfect rhythm to accommodate both the Lightning God's pleasure as much as his own.

Nothing seemed to matter in those moments except reaching the ultimate peak of their combined bliss, a scorching kiss sliding slickly over parted petal pink lips as the orangette lost any form of resistance or doubt he had possessed before. The sensations chasing across tanned skin, the darkness of a vast sky spread all around them and the wind ruffling through messy orange locks; was stealing rasping breaths from struggling lungs as a blackened vision began to fade into colourful bursts and something magnificently powerful expanded through trembling limbs. Every single emotion Ichigo had ever experienced, every colour he could think of, every sensation…nothing could prepare him for what was to come as his heart restricted painfully in his chest and his back bowed in a sensual arch. There was no time to shout a warning, his release rocked through him with such force that an instinctual lash of reiatsu shattered the lightning bonds wound around his wrists as he instinctively twined his fingers through soft black locks and welcomed a skilful tongue into his mouth as a grounding force against the world that was ripping itself apart around him. There was a carnal instinct driving him forward though, the orangette determined to hold onto his fading consciousness until a warm wetness painted inside him before he'd allow himself to be swept away by the abyss threatening to consume him whole.

When it came, nothing prepared Ichigo for the sheer force of weightlessness and howling winds that swirled to life around him. Golden eyes were only vaguely aware of an increasing storm, his heart shattering with bliss as lightning blue eyes glowed unnaturally bright and it felt like a lash of the celestial plains had just assaulted Ichigo's soul. A distant howl of rapture followed him into the waiting darkness, soft words whispering against his ears as a new and overwhelming sense of completeness settled over the orangette's fractured heart. He realized, belatedly, that nothing would be able to touch him when he was in the Lightning God's arms, nothing would ever matter if he belonged to this being for the rest of eternity…

'Yours, I am yours…' He whispered blissfully, long golden lashes fluttering shut as another powerful arc of lightning rumbled across the skies in acknowledgement… The Heavens' Bliss…

...

'You need to wake up, Ichigo.' A soothing baritone called quietly, causing long golden lashes to flutter open restlessly when a gentle kiss was pressed to the centre of a furrowed forehead and the haunting scent of honey, ozone and brewing rainstorms coaxed a sleeping consciousness back into the flow of reality. Depthless eyes had finally returned to their chocolate brown hue, luscious petal pink lips parting for a contented sigh as the Lord Of The Heaven's caressed the tip of sharp angled black horn between his forefinger and thumb to hopefully anchor the teen's mind into full wakefulness. 'Your ride's here, little one.' When innocent chocolate brown eyes glared at him through a scruffy array of orange locks, Zeus chuckled mirthfully as the seventeen-year-old turned around in his arms with great difficulty and snuggled back into the sheets on his stomach like a petulant child too stubborn to shake the last vestiges of a contented sleep. The rising sun's rays were igniting vibrant locks and flawlessly tanned skin in a shimmer of gold, bathing Ichigo in the light of a young godling as intense lightning blue orbs admired the expanse of naked flesh that was only partially covered by the silk sheets of a large canopy bed. Gossamer sky blue curtains where fluttering in a soft breeze, accentuating an astounding beautiful lithe frame that shivered with sensitivity and tried to draw away from his touch when Zeus trailed elegant fingertips across the dip in the teen's spine.

'You are far too tempting for you own good, child. You better wake up or I'll lose my composure and bind you to my throne for the rest of eternity.' The God Of Lightning warned harshly, his crowned forehead resting between the teen's shoulder blades as his eyes were instinctively drawn towards the startling golden brand that had been seared into the orangette's lower back. The symbol of his power, a golden eagle encompassed in the outline of a curving Greek Omega; marked Ichigo solely as his. The child had sacrificed his innocence, love and heart so openly that the Lord Of The Sky had been granted a beautiful gift that he refused to let go of now. Only, the orange haired teen had his own duties to fulfil and quests to complete. Zeus kept his word, he was the King Of Olympus after all and no matter how tempting it was to steal this little Eastern Shinigami for himself, it would be unjust to break his promise for selfish whims and bodily desires. Whispering against the shell of a dainty air to wake Ichigo more fully, chocolate brown orbs eventually turned towards him with resignation as the younger being whined in protest when he was dragged from his blissful slumber and pointed towards the bathroom to clean up and get ready for the day. Watching a naked form stumbling from the bed with several curses, a quiet chuckle escaped the King's lips as he observed those black horns catch on the sheets and throw the teen off balance for several seconds.

He recovered his dignity quickly, vanishing into the distance with a burst of his unimaginable speed that the Lord Of The Sky had been told was called 'Shunpo' or 'Flash-Step'. Whatever it was, Zeus was impressed by it as he was given one last image of a perfect body and crowned horns that seemed more sensual in the sunlight than menacing. He didn't know who had designed the child's symbols of power but they were potent. The intricate way that those delicate chains decorated black horns and rested against a tangerine brow, was utterly astounding to witness. Especially with the gold woven so skilfully between fine cherry blossom branches and the image of a blazing black sun resting behind a five pointed cross. Kurosaki was indeed the most beautiful male that he had ever come across, those chocolate brown eyes were alive with so many emotions that it was difficult for even the Olympian King to read. But he was sure he could spend hours trying to discern the stories of melancholy, sorrow, pain, joy and bliss that they could tell. Now was not the time to get distracted though, he scolded himself. It was morning and his servants had already laid out the terrace with morning breakfast. There was still much to do, much to accomplish as the older being dressed himself in regal dark blue trousers, neat black shoes and a silk shirt that was a deep grey to contrast bronze skin and lightning blue eyes.

His laurel crown was resting atop his head, a thigh-length trench coat thrown over the chair behind him as Zeus took a seat and crossed his legs beneath the table and made himself comfortable for now. Absently sipping at a strong cup of coffee to wake himself more fully, contemplative eyes scanned the vast expanse of a cloud dotted sky as the valleys of Mount Olympus spread out beyond his palace and glittered in the early morning sunlight. It was a beautiful morning, the King's attention captured by the large winged stallion that was grazing the roses and lotus flowers of Hera's garden. The Queen Of The Heavens certainly wouldn't be pleased that Pegasus had decided to make her garden a morning snack but the Lord Of Horses didn't seem to mind his own trespass. He was pawing at the ground, looking for more as his golden coat shimmered in the sun's rays and large multi-coloured plumage spread beautiful, majestic, wings around him to make himself more comfortable in the cool breeze. He was definitely not bothered, Zeus decided…just as laid back and nonchalant as his father. Speaking of Poseidon, it would seem he had taken an interest in Kurosaki Ichigo too if he was willing to let Pegasus carry him down to Half-Blood Hill where the King Of Olympus had decided to guide his beloved next as he carried on with his quest to find the Quincy Emperor.

'It seems you have several us already wrapped around your fingers, Ichigo…it's going to make your life either very complicated or very blissful.' The Lord Of The Sky mused out loud, curling his fingertips around an elaborate Celestial Bronze dagger engraved with scenes of Olympus and encrusted with jewels and other precious metals. Endowed with the power of lightning and forged by Hephaestus several thousand years ago, Zeus laid it on the table as he looked over his gift one last time and decided that it was a good way to mark Ichigo as his even further and offer him the strength to defeat his enemies so that he could return to the Olympian King's arms safely in time. It wouldn't do for his newly gained lover to perish, even when their coupling the night before was sure to have gifted the Shinigami with the same immortality as the gods and enough strength to stand above those who threatened him. It was going to be a challenge keeping this affair secret from Hera but Zeus wasn't really too concerned…the Lady Of The House hadn't truly been bothered by her husband's male lovers before. Maybe she simply didn't feel threatened by them but Ichigo's beauty was something else, it was hard to discern his gender with those scruffy orange locks and vibrant brown eyes…perhaps that was reason why he was bestowed the title of Duality as well—.

'Umm…Lord Zeus, you are aware that a winged horse is devouring your garden right?' A sceptical tenor called questioningly, almost as if the seventeen-year-old was doubting his own words as the orange haired teen stepped over to a marble table in front of a burnt out hearth and settled his dual blades back in their rightful place by their Master's side. Dressed in the clothes he had arrived in, Zeus was quite upset that the traditional black clothes had faded to the modern array of dark green, turquoise and white that clung too provocatively to a thin waist and accentuated a perfectly lithe frame that had bowed so sweetly into the all-encompassing rapture he had been granted the night before. Controlling himself was going to a problem indeed. But he merely waved his newly gained beloved over and offered him a seat across from him, a gentle smile curling across pale lips as the Lord Of The Sky glanced towards Pegasus who had sensed a new presence and walked across a marble terrace to nuzzle the top of an orange head affectionately. Kurosaki Ichigo's reaction was most amusing, chocolate brown eyes widening with surprise as the Lord Of Horses made friends with his new charge and seemed far more interested in the plate of strawberries that was laid out on the table before them.

'He says that you smell like strawberries and death, Ichigo…he likes it and wants to adopt you as one of his own children.' The bewildered look that the King Of Olympus was given was classic, lightning blue eyes flashing with amusement as he shook his head in disbelief and smiled tenderly. 'There is much to learn in the world of the Greeks Gods, child. Including the Lord Of Horses over there, he's been sent by Poseidon to carry you down to Camp Half-Blood where you'll be able to get some help with your quest in finding the Quincy King.'

'I'll keep my promise to assist you, even provide you protection should you need it. You offered me a magnificent tribute and in return, my appreciation shall be represented in the gifts I grant you and the love you have already conjured up within me.'

'So finish your breakfast, young godling…there is much to learn and much to do. Just as long as you promise to return to me, I'll watch over you from Mount Olympus and await your presence again.'

1* - Heika – King/Your Majesty

2* - Matte – Wait

3* - Shitsurei – Pardon me

4* - Watashi ga shitte irushi te i nai – I don't Know

5* - Yamme te – Stop It

6* - Raijin-sama - 雷神 Lightning God in Japanese

7* - Sora ga yoi – It's Fine

8* - Dōi shi masu – I Accept or Do as you please

9* - Onegai – Please

10* - Sarani – More

11* - Sora-Shin -空神 Sky God

12* - Ore wa – I want

So there you have it, thank you so much for reading. I truly appreciate it and I'd be eternally grateful if I could ask for a small review for all my hard work. It would mean the world to me. Other than that, please don't be afraid to ask questions if you don't understand anything, I'd be more than happy to explain things just as this story was left off to carry on if I wish in a sequel.

Hopefully I'll have one more story before the Christmas Holidays, as for the pairing…if I could ask for a vote in my polls I'd also appreciate that. I'm a bit stuck in that aspect.

Yours Always

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