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Consort To The Three Kings	By : Snowway32 Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7108 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Oh dear god! It's finally done, and I'm early again too. How lucky for you guys! I'm so glad; I've been so busy these last two weeks that it's not even funny. Thank you once again to all my faithful reviewers! I really appreciate hearing back from you!

I have a new Hichi X Ichi multi-chapter fic running under the name Tsukino Kage: Moon Shadow for those who are interested. And a special, special treat in the form of a oneshot. So for those who enjoyed Ichigo's interactions with his past self, I went a wrote a M yaoi AU self-cest oneshot where they are twins having some smutty fun!

It's called Chocolate Love and can be found on my profile. And hmmm, this chapter was a lot of fun to write because of the building up to what's coming but I also had to sort through the heavy load of emotions that not only Ichigo, but those around him are experiencing as well. I think you'll like it, though. Especially because of what's coming next chapter!

But for now, I think that's all I can say. Please enjoy my honeys.

These deep wounds,

Are like the ocean depths.

These crimson sins,

Become colourless with death.

Chapter 6: Unwavering Resolve

'Hey? Ichigo? King? Are you alright?' A soft, comforting voice called gently and Ichigo shuddered at the hypersensitivity now transversing his skin. Warm, calloused fingertips rested comfortingly against his cheek to wipe away the trail of tears that Ichigo had not even been aware that he had been crying at all. Even so, his body shuddered at the icy cold tendrils chasing down his flesh, lodging a hitched breath within his chest that actually hurt quite a bit. The orange haired teen exhaled shakily, shivering in the cold shock that reverberated through his veins as he began to regain a hazed sense of awareness that thankfully separated him from the sheer darkness the last moments of that haunting memory had instilled within him.

When warm lips pressed tenderly against his forehead and that soothing voice spoke to him again, telling him softly that he'd be alright now, dulled brown orbs (which had lost their lustre through Ichigo's now rapidly fading shock) fluttered open to the increasingly familiar scene of Hueco Mundo spread out before him in its eternal night. There was no warning, no whisper of caution before the sudden and abrupt shift in Ichigo's awareness came crashing down on him again with an affectionate warmth surrounding him from above and a warm body shifting over his shivering one protectively instead.

Not to intimidate, not to frighten...Ichigo realized, as he gazed forlornly into eyes that were the exact same shade of brown as his and reflected its own array of suffering back at him. It was an ache that he could not hope to ease himself at all and it still pained Ichigo to look into those eyes because he knew that his would soon take on the same tint one day. Knew that from here on out the memories that he would regain would only get worse and next time his reaction to them may not be so controlled and gentle as it was now. But with a soft and gentle reiatsu surrounding him so completely and lovingly, there was only consolation and comfort for him to find in this abandoned place within his mind.

And through the few moments of reprieve where the orange haired teen felt the warm breaths of his doppelganger mingling with his own and he was dazedly tugged into a heady embrace; he was barely able to hold back his constant shaking now. That...that had felt too real...like it...like it had happened in real-time and he had just awoken from the event itself. It was perhaps why he felt like he was going into shock and something told him that a large chunk from the painful memory was missing as well. But that idea also flitted from his mind soon after...it seemed that his thoughts couldn't linger on a single subject long enough to actually make any sense of it. Not to mention that Ichigo found himself completely stricken by the emotions tearing at his soul and clawing at his heart.

He couldn't seem to yell his grief though, or scream in response to his rushing fears. There was something that was blocking him from reaching a complete and hysterical state of mind. Something that Ichigo was somehow very grateful for. Because slowly and surely that block inside of him also seemed to expand to calm his ragging thoughts and painfully hitching breaths. And through several moments of quiet confusion, the consort became hazily aware of his doppelganger now pulling him upwards from where he had been sprawled across the icy sand so that Ichigo could be cradled in a warm lap and strong arms could envelope him in a firm, grounding embrace instead.

'Hush your tears, King. Remember what I said?' His past self inquired gently, waiting for curiously dazed brown eyes to collide with his own sorrow filled ones before he continued. 'It's only a memory. There is no way that it can really hurt you.' As older Ichigo soothed away his younger counterpart's fears, the younger of the two souls found that he could only nod numbly at those words. Ichigo was still attempting to wrap his mind around the events that he had just witnessed and make sense of the lingering loss and confusion that remained behind within his heart but he was startled from his racing thoughts however, with the welcoming sensation of strong arms squeezing tighter around his shoulders as he became more aware of the press of Tensa Zangetsu's black chain brushing against the back of his neck, his clothes and cheek tenderly.

Brown eyes lidded behind long lashes as a surprisingly warm black gloved hand uncurled from Zangetsu's hilt to press against the back of Ichigo's head so that his nose and forehead rested against smooth skin and a black Bankai cloak. He was instantly enveloped in a heady scent that smelled sweetly of orange blossoms, mint and the unmistakeable spicy richness that only chocolate and cinnamon could produce. It was a strange feeling, Ichigo admitted. That 'reconnecting' sensation blossoming within him when he was so close to this being and the overwhelming rightness where everything just seemed to click back into place. He didn't want to let go of it now.

There were no fears of what the older Ichigo would think of him, no guilt that he was leading him on should he press closer to his embrace or any agonizing over whether Ichigo should return his kind touch or not. It was nothing like the confusion that the teen experienced beside his Three Kings; it was more like falling back into himself and rediscovering the things he had lost somewhere along the way. So Ichigo desperately clung to his doppelganger's kosode instead, burying his face in the smooth fabric of a black cloak in order to hide the shimmer of shameful tears of relief that seemed to blur and blend into his vision again.

'It's over now, King. At least for now. Everything's alright, I'll always protect you from the pain.' His doppelganger added quietly, sorrowfully, and Ichigo knew he'd be coming back to this place again soon. But he believed the older teen's words that he'd be forever protected, for the younger soul had always felt as if somewhere deep inside of him, something or someone was looking over him and could help him should he so desperately need it. So he breathed out a shaky sigh and tried to compose himself from the inside out as time seemed to become a fickle thing that could no longer be measured.

All that mattered was the little sphere of understanding, protection, solace and affection that surrounded them both so headily and wholly as they each fought their old and new demons by themselves. How long they stayed curled up together like that, with Ichigo straddling his doppelganger's lap and leaning into his chest for support as warm arms kept him wrapped in a secure blanket, neither could tell. But Ichigo was surprisingly much too comfortable (much more than he would have like to admit) in straddling the older version of himself's thighs, revelling in the warmth that was quickly chasing through his veins and suppressing the shivering emotions that his past memory had instilled within him as it began to fade and disappear until only a dull throb remained as a reminder that it had really happened.

It was strange, Ichigo really wasn't so tired anymore and deep inside he was sure that there was a change within him as well. He had the strangest urge to return to his beloveds' sides again so that he could feel the differing comfort that they could offer...pressing into his skin headily and pleasurably from all sides...

'How ya feeling, Ichigo?' Older Ichigo asked sometime later and said consort shifted against a warm thigh as he curled closer to the warmth surrounding him, not quite ready to let go yet. His past self seemed to understand though and unwound his arms from around Ichigo's shoulders so that he could lean back into the soft sand on his elbows in order to shift and resettle himself in a better position where the both of them were not so tensed. A stray hand passed through Ichigo's orange hair and the younger being let out a contented noise as he fell forward to lay his forehead against the smooth skin of a warm neck and chest.

'Better.' He eventually murmured.

'That's good, I was starting to get worried you know.' His doppelganger said carefully, unfolding his legs so that Ichigo could slide onto the soft sand beneath them and strong thighs could cradle him against a warm body as they both let out a contended noise at the comforting touch at the same time. 'You should be getting back though, King. They'll start to worry if you stay here too long.' Ichigo whined softly, he didn't want to move...he felt so lazy and lethargic where he was. Especially with the gentle fingers now carding softly through his hair and settling a deep sense of acceptance within him.

At the same time though, Ichigo knew that his doppelganger was right.

He had to go back...to set right what had been eluding him for some time now.

'I-I'll go.' Ichigo said disappointedly. 'But, before I do. Can you, at least, tell me a little about them? I know that in my heart and soul I know them intimately...b-but my mind...it cannot recall any true details.' The orange haired teen frowned however, when he heard his past self let out an exasperated sigh before his head was tilted upwards and warm brown eyes collided affectionately with his own. A small, gentle smile tugging at his doppelganger's lips before a kiss was pressed softly to Ichigo's forehead. The consort was staring at the older version of himself pleadingly, knowing that he had won their little battle of wills when the older being rolled his eyes at Ichigo's enthusiasm and seemed to sink back into the sand in silent defeat.

'Fine! But only a little.' Older Ichigo relented. 'You cannot stay here much longer.' Ichigo nodded eagerly.

'Let's see, we'll start with Hichigo. I'll say that he's the one you have to look out for the most emotionally. He may seem a bit cruel and insane sometimes but his heart is the softest out of the three of them. Hichigo gets hurt so easily, King. His sensitivity and empathy, which he draws from within our soul, only gets worse the more we are hurt. He's also the quickest to strike out against others that tend to hurt or annoy us. He may never show that side of himself to those that look up to him and remain under his rule, but to us, Ichigo, he will.'

'Hichigo is a surprisingly sweet romantic compared to the other two. A very gentle lover...although he can get a bit impatient sometimes and hurt us instead. His mind is centred on pain and pleasure, he loves to mix the two.' Ichigo, who had been expecting only a brief summary of their traits flushed beet red under the explanation. He was sure that his older self had only said those words to tease him, but he still listened carefully to every word that fell from his doppelganger's lips. Especially when fingers tips traced the back of his neck teasingly and tugged at the shortened locks they found there in a gentle caress.

'Ryuu, on the other hand, is quite the possessive bastard. Even towards his own brothers. So be extra careful not to antagonize his jealousy when you are surrounded by others, especially the Espada. He's always the first to want to show his claim over us but he hides his own insecurities on the inside very well. He's afraid of what others think of him because he is the youngest and oftentimes seen as the weakest out of the three, even when it's not true. But he is kind though, infinitely kind. He hates sparring with us just because of the mere possibility that we could accidentally get injured. The pleasures he usually gifts in bed are hard and fast but he likes to cuddle afterwards.' Ichigo was stunned speechless, horrified at the words that his other self spoke so calmly without even blushing himself.

'E-EH?!' Ichigo eventually cracked under the pressure. 'Y-you don't have to tell me those specific traits!' Ichigo whined pitifully, he didn't think he could turn any redder than he already was. In fact, he couldn't help but feel dizzy at the information his doppelganger seemed to be gifting him with. The older being was enjoying this conversation far too much for Ichigo's liking as he was tugged down his doppelgangers lap so that a nose could bury against and nuzzle his spiky orange locks playfully. He could literally feel the smirk spreading against his scalp, his body even shook with the heady chuckles that spilled from older Ichigo's lips as the arms wound around his waist tightened so that Ichigo couldn't escape.

'Nuh uh, Ichigo, you aren't going anywhere until I'm done! You asked, little one and I'm giving it you freely. Don't tell me that you haven't been curious, King, you cannot lie to me! I'm a part of you, remember. Now, where were we...Ichiru, yes. He's the calmest out of the three, which means he's also the most sadistic.' Older Ichigo began again, smirking at the feeling of Ichigo's blush stained cheek warming his clothes and sinking into his skin with its ferocity. 'He'll purposefully let the others fight over us before swooping in to take us all to himself. He's a very cunning, devious little bastard and a master strategist, Ichi. His personality is quite complex, his emotions hardly ever crosses his features but his greatest weakness is in his eyes. They can never hide what he's thinking. Beware that little devious smirk of his, though, especially when the Royal Chambers are closed at night.' Ichigo squirmed against the embrace, he was breathing heavily now and for whatever reason he couldn't explain, but there was something akin to anticipation and arousal coursing through his veins. Something that his older self seemed to be aware of but was careful not to point out at all.

'Ichiru loves his toys in the bedroom. I pray that you don't find them too quickly. Silks, blindfolds, ropes...whatever he can get to torture us with pleasure until we are begging and screaming for more or have become completely incoherent and can hardly speak at all. I wonder what new toys he has managed to procure during this century, though. When it comes to him, Ichigo, its best just to hold on as tight as you can and hope that you don't drown in rapture somewhere along the way.' Ichigo whined softly, his skin was prickling with a desperate need he couldn't explain and when a single fingertip passed over Ichigo's pulse point gently, dragging the nail there teasingly he arched into the touch with a whimper.

'Oh my...getting so worked up with only a few of my words, such a vivid imagination. And still so innocent, King. But it's not my place to grant you what seek.' Ichigo shivered when a warm palm rested against his forehead and his doppelganger leaned forward again so that their noses were nearly touching, the peak of red brush strokes beneath his doppelganger's left eye, partially hidden behind a splay of messy orange locks, seemed to draw Ichigo in. 'Time to go back, Ichigo. I've kept you here long enough. Return to your lovers and don't be afraid to be a little selfish. Thank you for coming to me when I called, perhaps next time I do...don't fight me so much. You'll only get hurt more in the long run.' There was a push of power and Ichigo felt himself falling backwards again into a rapidly approaching oblivion.

'Just one more thing, Ichigo. Remember to spend some time with Zangetsu too, he gets lonely especially because he chooses to stay in our Inner World! Do not fear, do not hesitate or you will die. Take your love and pleasure into your own hands...don't hold back before it's too late!' And then everything went dark as Ichigo hurtled into his once again fading consciousness with a strangely alert mind and body that was thrumming with an unknown need he couldn't explain completely. But there was one thing that he did understand, through all the sadness he had just lived through, through all the pain...he finally felt more comfortable with himself. Knew that he needed those three powerful presences that were once again pressing into his consciousness with a different kind of comfort that was far more potent and powerful than he had felt before.

...

'Hah...oh...ow!' Ichigo mumbled with pained irritation as he stirred into quiet wakefulness. He unconsciously shifted on his side, falling limp against what he assumed was the soft spread of sheets, pillows and blankets of the bed that he shared with his lovers. He was hesitant to open his eyes though, there was quite the painful headache building across his forehead. Setting a steady rhythm of pain that reverberated through his skull with every beat of his heart. But at the same time...that deep seated sadness and the feeling of not belong within this world was finally fading from his consciousness as he recalled the words that his past self had spoken so gently and reassuringly to him.

Do not fear, do not hesitate or you will die. Ichigo smiled to himself softly, curling into the warmth that surrounded him as he instinctively allowed the shimmering reiatsu streaking beneath his skin to rush outwards into the castle as he stretched out his awareness to those presences that he felt humming within his heart, mind and soul to call them back to him again. There was this indescribable need for Ichigo to feel them close to him again, to surround himself with their reiatsu and feel the haunting sensation of warm skin connecting with his...

Ichigo shivered at his ragging thoughts, only too glad that he didn't have to wait much longer before the doors clicked open and three sets of quiet footsteps entered the Royal Chambers in hurried steps.

'Ya awake now, King?' Hichigo's distinctive voice asked and Ichigo nodded tiredly against his pillow. Bravely leaning into the touch when the gentle pass of cool fingertips rested against his forehead, a hand twined gently within his and fingertips passed through his long orange locks simultaneously with the bed dipping on either side of him. Opening chocolate brown eyes to gaze through lowered lids at his Three Kings as they settled themselves beside him, Ichigo was the first to admit that his mind was not all there quite yet. Even when he was still drifting through a black haze of confusion and pain, their powerful presence flowing into Ichigo's tired form continuously helped to right the world around him and chase away the headache ruling over his thoughts.

With a slower and lazy heartbeat in his chest, Ichigo let out a contented sigh when Hichigo's arm curled around his waist and a cool forehead rested against his shoulder in semblance of a soft embrace when Ichigo inched closer to his beloved without knowing. Ryuu, on the other hand, brought Ichigo's palm upwards for a chaste kiss before he settled down in front of Ichigo to offer a blanket of warm comfort, when reiatsu so similar to the orangette's, seemed to flow into the very depths of their shared room and hummed gently through Ichigo's veins from all three of them. Gold and black eyes bore deeply into the orange haired teen's soul when the older being rested his head on the free half of the pillow that the Ichigo occupied without much complaint. Ichiru however, settled himself just a little behind Ryuu so that he could lean over his brother's form and keep cool fingertips pressed tenderly against a smooth forehead.

'H-how long was I out?' Ichigo asked, curling into the warm blankets as his brow furrowed in slight confusion. It was strange...none of the artificial lights were turned on that would indicate it was day, nor were the curtains open for the soft moonlight to creep into their sleeping chambers. So Ichigo's sense of time was fairly distorted, but at least his wakeful state seemed to have become more cemented the longer the Mei-Ou remained beside him. None of them made a move to answer Ichigo's question immediately though, the four of them merely too contentedly curled together until a soft sigh streaked against the sensitive skin of Ichigo's neck and Hichigo turned to peer up at Ichigo with quiet concern colouring his golden eyes.

'Two days, King.' He said with a discontented frown. 'You had us quite worried. Especially when you showed the signs of a building fever late last night.' Hichigo's arm instinctively tightened around Ichigo's waist as he settled back into his place with a quiet, defeated sigh. 'It got so bad that we had to ask Urahara and that stupid Oyaji to come and look at you.' Ichigo instantly felt a curl of guilt tightening in his stomach at those soft words. He had caused them to worry unnecessarily. It was not something that he had wanted to do...ever...but he guessed that it would have happened sometime sooner or later. He sighed softly, perhaps his body was not as used to his newly awakened powers as he had thought it was.

But at least he had started to remember what his soul had sealed away within him.

'Sorry. I guess I was just tired.' Ichiru's indigent huff stained the air irritably as the older being settled back against the bed and crossed his arms over his chest. There was a subtle touch of concern hidden in his glare that he hid behind his messy white bangs before he leaned over Ryuu's shoulder to press his forehead against Ichigo's firmly. Filling Ichigo's vision with brushstrokes of red in a mirror to his own beneath a right eye and soft white locks tickling his forehead gently where only the consort could read the deep sorrow and concern swirling within the fathomless golden eyes that gazed at him so lovingly despite the wrong Ichigo felt he had done to them.

'Just tired? You should have just told us that you were feeling unwell and on top of that you were tugged into your mind to confront sealed memories as well. It's no wonder you weren't out for a week straight, Ichigo. Hell, you gave us quite the scare you know...we didn't know if you'd ever wake up again. But I guess that doesn't matter anymore, as long as you are back with us...nothing else matters in the world. So how are ya feeling, Ichigo-Koi?' Ichigo guiltily turned his brown eyes to the side as he felt his heart constrict painfully within his chest. He didn't want them to worry about him so much, didn't want to cause them such pain...but he hadn't known. He could remember that his past self had told him if the reiatsu blocks withered away in his mind, then everything would press into his mind at once and he would snap under the pressure. Was that what they thought had happened?

'I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you worry.' He apologized softly, feeling the press of emotion burning the back of his eyes as the events that had happened within his mind came swimming back in a heady rush. 'I-I didn't even know what was happening untill I was already unconscious. And it wasn't fun, Ichiru, that memory hurt a lot b-but if I don't start remembering more soon it'll only get worse and—.' Ichigo was promptly silenced with warm, wet lips pressing softly against his. Sliding slickly against his mouth the moment that Ichiru pressed forward to bring them closer together and a soft moan of pleasure was tugged from Ichigo's throat.

Ichigo could barely even hear Hichigo and Ryuu gasp in surprise beside him or the simultaneous growls of possessiveness and hisses of anger staining the air as a warm tongue traced a trembling bottom lip and Ichigo was gently but incessantly implored to part his lips for an exploring tongue. It was soft, Ichigo shuddered, and the caresses of a tongue twining with his was scorching hot...much more drawn out than Hichigo's fierce kiss had been. But it was no less pleasurable than any other form of touch his beloveds bestowed upon him as Ichigo keened softly and tilted his head to change the angle to reseal their lips into a more intimate touch. He was shivering headily at the brush of a tongue rubbing sensually against his own as his entire body seemed to lean towards the offer of pleasure he was being gifted.

The touch seemed to be chasing a deep need within him, causing Ichigo to bring his hands upwards to grip at Ichiru's white kosode as he tugged the older being closer to him. The warmth within his veins and the coil building in his stomach was coaxing him into a play of tongues that was stealing away his very breath from within him. Ichigo's precarious control was shifting and crumbling beneath the intimate touch as embers of desperate need ignited within his very veins.

'I-Ichiru? W-what?' Ichigo trailed off with a groan, brown eyes dazedly gazing up at the second Mei-Ou through pleasure lowered lids as he pulled away for a breath. He frowned softly when a black nailed hand suddenly curled around Ichiru's shoulder and the second King was wrenched backwards and out of Ichigo's sight. Ichigo was just about to shout after him when he could barely suppress another shudder when a different pair of lips sealed over his own again. This time, through lowered lids, Ichigo stared hazily into the jealously flaring golden eyes of only one person as long white locks tinged with orange fell over Ryuu's shoulder to tickle his chest and cheeks pleasantly.

'Mmmfff!' Ichigo intoned against a scorching tongue forcing its way into his mouth unceremoniously. It wasn't fair...Ichigo felt like he was drowning in racing sensations, he was getting dizzyingly drunk off of the rapture streaking heatedly though his veins as he moaned loudly again. With a skilled slickness so possessively subduing him and mapping out the inside of his mouth, he couldn't even give back as much pleasure as he was receiving in return. However, when another pair of lips pressed softly against the side of his neck following a slick tongue's blazing path of saliva...Ichigo's breath hitched painfully in his chest when teeth bit at his neck and the simultaneous pleasure of Ryuu's kiss caused Ichigo to arch headily into the touch. He didn't know what to do...who did he beg for more first? Who did he...oh shit...so little pleasure was already too much as Ichigo felt his mind start to spin at the lack of oxygen and sharp dots of black start to cloud his vision.

'Enough, you two. He's going to pass out. Ichigo's not fully healed remember?'

'Gah! S-shit.' Ichigo murmured dazedly when he was finally allowed to pull a shuddering breath into his straining lungs. His cheeks felt warm as his heart raced against his chest. He gazed imploringly at Ichiru as the older teen gave him a gentle smile; his warm fingers passing through long orange locks in order to help calm Ichigo's ragging emotions and settle some of the unforgiving burn racing pleasantly against his skin. 'W-what was that for? Warn me first next time...please.' Ichigo pleaded, his mind was still a whirlwind with slowly cooling pleasure as undeniable arousal coursed through his body at twenty times the intensity than before.

He was hot...practically burning up from the inside out as he gazed through half lidded eyes at his three lovers leaning over him in concern.

'Heh! You were rambling, Ichi-Koi.' Ichiru said with a smirk. 'I had to stop you before you said something you'd regret later. Besides...I said it was fine, remember? There's no need for you to feel so guilty. It's not like you knew what would happen, we were just worried. You still have to answer my question though...how are you feeling? Are you hurt? Do I need to call the Oyaji back here?' Ichigo flushed in embarrassment at the concern he was showed as he absently shook his head in the negative. He didn't think he could deal with his father right at that moment, there were still too many raw emotion he had to sort through but at least he did feel better...not only physically but emotionally as well. So he gifted his lovers a reassuring smile, feeling surprisingly calm when they pulled away from him to stand beside the bed instead.

'I-I'm okay, I guess.' He said uncertainly, it was difficult to put what he was feeling into words. 'I feel much better... I can't explain it well but somehow it feels like the rain had stopped.' He heard Hichigo give a chuckle next to him as a kiss was placed on his forehead; forcing brown eyes open once again to gaze into mirthful golden eyes.

'Zangetsu will be pleased to hear that. Why don't you go get dressed, Ichigo. It's just past morning and lunch will be served in a bit. We still have some things to do, we actually skipped out on a meeting when you called to us. But we should probably get back before Grimmjow destroys the throne room. You can take as long as you want to get ready, we'll meet you in the dining hall in an hour and a half.' Warm finger ruffled orange locks before Hichigo pulled away, his deep frown no longer so pronounced as a soft smirk tugged at his lips gently.

'I'm leaving Ulquiorra here with you, he'll get you anything you want. And don't forget...we'll save the playtime for later...King.' The oldest of the three beings couldn't resist the tease just to see Ichigo flush before he forcibly dragged his brothers by the collar out of the room and into the vast and complex hallways of Las Noches instead. The door clicking shut quietly behind them as the now familiar but quiet form of Ulquiorra stepped inside after them.

'What can I do for you today, Ichigo-sama?' Ichigo sighed softly and rolled his eyes at the subservient bow, he'd have to talk to Ulquiorra about that but somehow he knew it wouldn't help. However, Ichigo wasn't paying much attention to the green eyed Arrancar anymore. He would be lying if he said he didn't feel the sudden rush of cold tracing ice through his veins as the warmth of his soul retreated away from him. But he also realized that Hichigo was giving him a chance to compose himself...to set his resolve. Because within those sweet kisses he had just received was also a heady promise for more. However, there was no way that Ichigo didn't notice they were also holding back...

It was like they were afraid of his reaction to their advances.

'Get me a pair of scissors, Ulquiorra. My black Shinigami uniform too...I think it's time I set some things right.' Ichigo narrowed his eyes in determination, they still thought he was fragile...afraid to scare him away but Ichigo knew that couldn't happen anymore. His soul was already bound to theirs irrevocably...that wouldn't change and the need he felt shimmering against his skin was only something that their touch could sate.

So he shakily stood on wobbly legs as he trekked towards the large bathroom. There were a few things he had to do before meeting up with them again. He had to show them...to show them that he was still the same person that they had known since he had first been born. Not the meek little creature that his unknowing self had created in order to protect himself against pain of an unknown past when he was awakened too early. He was Kurosaki Ichigo, they may have once been a part of him at first but they seemed to have forgotten that his will was stronger than anyone else's alive or dead...and once he had found what he wanted to protect and those who protected him in return...there was no way he was ever going to show fear again.

Do not fear...do not hesitate...or you will die...

'Oya, oya~ Isshin-san~!' A teasing voice sing-songed. 'Would you look at that! It seems that the beautiful denka(1*) has finally awakened.' Ichigo, previously having run his fingers through his now significantly shortened hair, gazed trough his semi-long orange bangs curiously at the two men already seated at the dining table. He was early by twenty minutes but it seemed that they had been there even longer. He was still trying to get used to the scruffy style that traced softly against the back of his neck and fell into his eyes messily but it felt so much better than the heavy dragging of orange locks that had brushed against his hips earlier. Ichigo had chosen to keep the style that his older self had adopted because to him, it represented that the connection between his past and current self were once again forged into a stronger bond.

They were after all the same person.

He may not completely be back to his old self quite yet, as he missed a great amount of the memories pertaining to that life, but he was no longer locked away from himself either. As the two rose to greet him, Ichigo was surprised when the tall blonde haired man whipped out a white fan from his sleeve to hide his teasing smirk as he leered at Ichigo's now black attired form instead. It was Urahara Kisuke's teasing grey eyes and waving fan as he practically drooled at Ichigo's form, that the teen couldn't help but feel just a touch of ire igniting within his veins. It may have been true that Ichigo was feeling so much better than before, so much calmer but his emotions were still slightly out of control because of the unwavering sorrow still clinging to his form after the things he had witnessed not too long ago.

But this blonde haired man was irritating him for no apparent reason and he had a feeling it had to do with some of the sealed memories within his mind.

And now his wavering good mood had been ruined by a man that wouldn't stop his infuriating comments. It was like he was trying to rile Ichigo up on purpose just to see his reactions to the teases. There wasn't much Ichigo could do however, but glare wilfully at the blonde haired man. Silently daring him to make another remark about him being a prince when he was dragged from his thoughts by his father's tanned fingers beckoning him forward with a strangely sober smile that did not reach his eyes completely. In fact, Ichigo's heart twisted painfully when he saw just a touch of sorrow within deep brown depths as well. The teen kept his gaze trained on the floor, afraid to look at his father because he was instantly reminded of the helpless gaze he had seen glimmering in his father's eyes that night...

'Come here, Ichigo.' Isshin implored, his tone of voice brooking no form of argument. 'Let me see if your fever's gone down.' Sensing the inklings of a trap, Ichigo narrowed his brown eyes suspiciously as he gazed up at his father's features. The self-satisfied smile spreading across his father's lips, however, looked dangerous. Strange how Ichigo obeyed without question, though. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that he felt just a little more spiritually connected to his father after the memory he had relived, than before. So when he called...Ichigo found that he couldn't defy him.

It was a mistake.

Ichigo instantly reeled back in both shock and pain when a forehead slammed painfully and fully against his. His hands automatically coming up to cup at the serious throbbing ache settling against his forehead as he moaned in pain when the strange feeling of blood dripping between his fingers came rushing into his mind. Where Ichigo belatedly realized that he had dropped to the floor and was now dazedly gazing up at the spinning the ceiling above him. A subtle touch of anger was boiling in his blood at the unexpected action as he glowered up at his father's now triumphant smirk tugging at chapped lips. The older Shinigami even went as far to press Ichigo's chest back into the floor with his stomping foot.

'W-what the hell, Goat-Face!' Ichigo wheezed through the block, trying desperately to get the world to stop spinning around him as he forced himself to lean on his elbows and shift his father's foot a bit in the process. 'What was that for?! It hurt damn it!' He yelled furiously, blinking rapidly to clear his vision in attempt to settle the dizzying pain throbbing through his skull. That was something he would expect from his father, yes, but so soon? And did he have to hit so hard, damn it! Ichigo could barely see straight as it was.

'I told you, I'm checking your temperature.' Isshin said proudly, a lazy forefinger swiping across his own bruised and bleeding brow as he gazed mirthfully at his son's sprawled out form beneath him. 'If you could not react to my attack quickly enough, it means you are still sick you idiot! You're still a little warm, IIII-CCHIII-GOOO! Damn weak too, I wonder what those three have been teaching you! So...what the hell are you doing out of bed? My delinquent son...you shouldn't strain yourself so much! Not when everybody's been so worried about you in the first place!' Ichigo was sure that his father would have looked so much more intimidating standing over him without his own dribble of blood streaking down his forehead and nose so violently.

'You did that on purpose, you BASTARD! You're just trying to get me angry, damn it!' Ichigo yelled suddenly in frustration. He couldn't deal with this right now. What was worse though, was that his father's ploy was working. A little too well as the rapidly increasing rage building in Ichigo's veins prompted him to clasp his hand around the ankle pressing into his chest before he heaved the older man bodily from him and threw him across the floor as hard as he could. Ichigo was seeing red as his lungs struggled for breath and he stood shakily. Even though dizzy and swaying on his feet, he still clenched his hands into fists and attacked without mercy.

'Of course I did, Ichigo! HOW CAN I NOT WHEN YOU LOOK SO DEPRESSED!' Oh that was it, Ichigo had had enough. He was going to murder his father this time and nothing was going to stop him. By the time Ichigo was done, he was breathing heavily through his nose after having completely worn himself out. Crumpling to the floor next to his father's semi-conscious and bleeding form with a grunt of pain as new aches and pains began to make themselves known over his body now that the adrenalin rush was finally starting to wear off.

There were tell tale cracks in the floor, walls and ceiling of the dining room as evidence to their impromptu spar, but no one seemed to care. Urahara had actually turned his chair around and was merely sitting there quietly...thoughtfully, as he seriously observed father and son's reaction to each other. Ichigo, on the other hand, gingerly pushed himself to sit up. Glad that he had left Zangetsu in the Royal Chambers. If he hadn't, this little brawl of fists would have gotten a lot worse because Ichigo knew he would have challenged his father more seriously. Even when he belatedly realized that his father's Zanpactō was still strapped to his side and had remained undrawn throughout their fight. He grinned softly through the slow trickle of blood staining his forehead as he gazed dazedly at his father's similarly smiling features.

'Thanks Dad. I needed that.' Isshin pushed himself up painfully as he gripped the back of Ichigo's neck and pulled him closer to trap him against a strong chest.

'I know. Now stay still whilst I heal the damage. I would have liked if you got some more rest but knowing you, you'll only disobey me anyway. Besides Karin and Yuzu would be upset if their brother didn't stay awake long enough to actually eat lunch with them. And who knows what Hichigo, Ryuu and Ichiru would do to me should they find out I actually made you bleed.' Ichigo chuckled headily, leaning softly into his father's strong embrace as he remembered the way that it had always made him feel safe when he was little...especially after his mother had died beside the river that day. He sighed softly, brown eyes closing against the soft green reiatsu glowing against his forehead as his father rested his large palm there, surprisingly gentle for his usual rough nature.

'Thank you, Otou-san. For everything.' The orange haired teen said softly, brushing off the dust and rubble from his black hakama as he found himself standing without swaying on his feet now that his wounds and bruises were healed and the blood had been wiped away with the side of his black sleeve. It was strange that his father knew exactly what Ichigo was thanking him for when a stray hand slapped him on his back and led him towards a seat at the dining table just as the doors opened somewhere in the distance. They had had just enough time to set the room right before they would have been caught, where they both shared a sheepish grin at the quite noticeable damage to the surrounding space instead. That was something they couldn't right so easily though...

'You're welcome, Ichigo. I'll always love you, no matter what. Through this lifetime, the past or your next one...it doesn't matter. You will always be my first and only son.' Ichigo smiled his gratitude softly before scowling at the now frozen audience standing in the open doorway. Brown eyes widening in surprise at the three startled Kings' that were caught at the threshold. There was astonishment shimmering within their golden eyes before Ichigo saw it turn to fondness when they entered the room. A stray hand and black-nailed fingers passing through Ichigo's shortened locks as Hichigo enveloped him in a soft embrace from behind before he rested his nose in orange hair affectionately.

'It looks good, King.' Ichigo flushed under the scrutiny but smiled nonetheless, glad that his beloveds fell into the seats next to him. There was a hand twining with his beneath the table and a more brazen one resting on his thigh and even though Ichigo glared at Ichiru for it when he didn't make a move to actually shift the limb away, Ichigo accepted the welcoming touch all the same. They were all startled from their little bubble of closeness however, when two sets of eager footsteps raced into the room several moments later and two familiar faces gazed up at their brother with blissful joy.

'Onii-chan! You're finally awake! I'm so happy!' Ichigo could barely brace himself in his seat before a bundle of blonde hair and soft clothes launched themselves into his lap, causing his lovers to retreat their hands in fear of discovery as he was accosted from all sides by his little sisters. He clenched his one eye shut as Yuzu's wails of joy shrieked through the dining hall loud enough to deafen anyone in close ranger. Nodding every now and then as his ear was talked off with concern for his health, curious questions about why her Onii-chan had cut his beautiful hair and why they couldn't sit next to him where the Kings had already taken their rightful place. By the time she had ran out of steam, even after scolding him for the damage to the room that she somehow knew was made by him and his father, Ichigo thought he was going to deaf for life.

But he just sighed softly and smiled reassuringly. Running warm fingers through her hair as he hushed her cries before it could get any worse.

'You don't need to worry about me so much, Yuzu. I was just a little sick, okay? Something like that won't kill me...I said I'm strong remember. I'll never leave you or Dad or Ryuu, Hichigo and Ichiru again. I'll protect you all, this time around.' There was a great possibility that she did not know the truth about his existence or the Three Kings' connection to him but Ichigo had spoken those words not only for her and Karin but for everyone in the room. It was a promise that he was making to himself and he was showing his beloveds his resolve...

He had found himself again...had found the love for them that he had thought was only a farce of his imagination before.

After a quick press of his lips to his sister's forehead, he shuffled her off his lap and pushed her in the direction of their father, who was gazing at him with a soft smile, before he turned to embrace Karin as well. She had been standing to the side for the whole of her sister's tirade. But she didn't pull away when Ichigo forced her into a warm embrace as well, even when she stiffened at his touch as usual.

'Thank you, Karin, for always looking after her.' He was surprised by the playful slap to his shoulder as his younger sister stalked past him with a smile on her face.

'You cannot always look after us, Ichi-nii. So I'll take up your post when you cannot.' Ichigo smiled, this time when gentle fingertips once again twined with his beneath the table and Hichigo gave him a gentle smile, Ichigo fell back against his seat and finally relaxed. Shooting a mild glare at the second born King when Ichiru's black-nailed fingers found its way back to his thigh again...but there was no real heat in Ichigo's gaze. He was enjoying this far too much and he couldn't help but feel the first touch of anticipation curling in the depths of his stomach as his mind carried him away with sweet imaginings and shivering pleasure.

...

Hichigo sighed softly with concern as he crept into the training room with his two brothers closely behind him. Golden eyes frantically scanning the open surroundings as they searched for the form of their beloved in the vast open space. Ichigo had disappeared into the castle sometime after lunch, having left the three of them to their duties even when they had said that it would be fine should he want to join them for the rest of the day. They had of course implored him to rest if he wasn't coming with them, but apparently Ichigo had something else he had wanted to do by himself and had left the Royal Chambers without telling them.

There was nothing much they could do against it now, but with the state Las Noches was usually in, the cold winds creeping into the castle walls as the world became colder with the approach of a storm looming on the horizon, it was best that they found Ichigo just in case his fever came back. But hopefully that was only their fears talking. When they had finally been set free from their long list of boring meetings, all three of them had headed straight towards the gentle pulse of Ichigo's familiar reiatsu. He may have escaped into the far reaches of the castle, but his uncontrolled power could never be contained no matter how much he suppressed it. And with the Three Kings so highly attuned to his presence with reiatsu or without, they had found the elusive Shinigami within minutes.

It was the reason why Hichigo now cautiously entered the training room he had first taken Ichigo to several days ago to awaken his fighting abilities. He thought that Ichigo would be training by himself as his reiatsu had been streaking throughout the castle in fierce determination the whole afternoon, but instead he found the orange haired teen merely sitting cross-legged in the sand with Zangetsu's uncovered Shikai form resting in his lap. Ichigo's beautiful brown eyes, hidden behind scruffy orange locks now, were closed serenely as his features relaxed into his soft breathing. Those long, gentle fingers were resting elegantly against the exposed black blade of his Zanpactō as the very air around Ichigo seemed to shimmer with calmed but densely powerful reiatsu.

It was the gentle touch of this swirling reiatsu that had all three of the Kings halting in their footsteps to observe the sight more intently. It was a strangely sensual but tender scene that Hichigo and his brothers rarely got to see even two hundred years ago. The calm stillness that Ichigo adopted when he decided to visit Zangetsu in his Inner World...this form that he took as well...there was no doubt that this Ichigo before them now, was the very same beloved they had seen die before their very eyes all those years ago. There was none of the confusion and unsettled emotion shimmering within his power as there had been before, no wild confusion lighting his beautiful brown eyes. He was so assured of himself now, so calm and gentle. Ichigo's entire form was shrouded in the sheer determination that they had glimpsed within his brown eyes the moment that he had awoken earlier that day...

Even his previously cautious reactions to them had changed that morning, losing all of its unknown hesitance. Ichigo had even returned their touches in kind as he reached out to them...both internally and externally. Something that the newly awakened consort had been too shy and unsure of himself to do before. Hichigo was afraid to ask which memories Ichigo had regained, though. Afraid to know how much suffering and anguish Ichigo must have lived through all on his own. Was it was selfish of him to feel so content by the change in his beloved now? This was...it was both painfully nostalgic to watch Ichigo as he was now, but also blissful to know that the infinitely strong creature from all those years ago had once again found its footing and resurfaced from the depths of despair.

Hichigo had missed this side of Ichigo, this reassuring feeling that everything would be alright as long as they stayed close together for eternity.

This was their Ichigo.

Out of the corner of his eye, Hichigo could see both Ichiru and Ryuu move away from behind him to settle themselves in the sand beside Ichigo's form. Close enough that their presence could be felt but far enough away so that they did not disturb his meditative state. The soft wind from outside was echoing hauntingly against the domed roof of the building, hinting at the approach of the coming storm but neither of them seemed to be phased by the sounds. The two Kings merely added their own controlled reiatsu to mix with Ichigo's as they settled against the soft sands of Hueco Mundo's desert. That in itself, was a welcoming comfort all on its own.

The soft scene left the Three Mei-Ou watching their beloved Consort's quietly relaxed features turn to a pleasured haze as he unconsciously raised his own power to match theirs. None of them said anything, they merely seemed to bask in Ichigo's presence as Hichigo crossed his arms over his chest and closed his own eyes to feel the sensuality and rightness of their four powerfully pulsing reiatsu mixing so pleasantly throughout the atmosphere. If they wanted they could follow Ichigo into his Inner World but simply being beside him as they were now, was enough. The oldest of the three Kings moved forward so that he too could sit close to his lover, choosing to settle himself in front of Ichigo as he drank in the warmth spilling deep from within Ichigo himself.

Golden eyes set upon black sclera closing serenely as the previous anxiety and concerns from the day began to fade away.

Ichigo, calmly and fully rested now that his soul seemed to have been settled in his talk with his Zanpactō, shifted against the soft silvery sands of the training room as he pulled himself from within the depths of his mind. Leaving Zangetsu Ossan behind with a quiet goodbye the moment that he felt his Three Kings' reiatsu pulse softly against his own, their power imploring the connection in his heart to accept the need for their touch as it streaked against his skin once more. He had finally settled that desperate need to re-connect with them, which had plagued him since his conversation with his doppelganger, but when he had finally calmed enough in order to visit the old man...it seemed that it had only been a temporary solution to his ragging problem.

It was coming back once more, headily streaking across his flesh as an undeniable need and arousal began to flit through his veins. His eyes blinking open with bubbling anticipation as he observed his lovers laying in the sand all around him. It almost seemed as they were fast asleep and Ichigo frowned thoughtfully. Had he stayed with Zangetsu too long? Or were the three of them just that tired? The orangette sighed softly, guessing that him being sick had worn them out more than he would have liked. Pushing Zangetsu's form upright in the sand next to him, Ichigo drew up a knee to rest his cheek against as his brown eyes gazed yearningly at his three beloveds. There was no denying it anymore. He truly needed them now...more than ever as he reflected on Zangetsu's words earlier.

'It's a natural progression, Ichigo,' Zangetsu had told him the moment that Ichigo had named his internal concerns to his Zanpactō with both confusion and the need for consolation. 'What you seek is to re-establish what has been lost, what you feel that your instincts are telling you to do. It's only natural that you would want to reconnect with the pieces of your soul that has been separated from you irrevocably. It is both a comfort and an undeniable pleasure. There should be no shame in your needs and desires. Just tell them, Ichigo. They feel it too but are afraid to hurt you should they lose control of themselves in seeking it out first.'

'Ridiculous!' Ichigo had returned with a huff. 'I know they'll never hurt me.' The older spirit had merely given Ichigo a soft glare as he jumped from his perch on the pole that he seemed to enjoy standing on so much; coming to stop right in front of his wielder with a calm hand resting on Ichigo's shoulder. 'Do not patronize their fears, Ichigo. That same fear and anxiety you feel in not wanting to hurt them or sadden them or cause them concern. They feel the same. But in this matter...Ichigo, you are going to have to take the firsts steps. Hichigo, Ryuu and Ichiru have been traumatized by your death, remember that. They do not wish to ever see you hurt like that again so they are naturally cautious around you. But locking away your instincts and needs will not help you past this pain.'

'Going to have to take the first steps, hey?' Ichigo asked himself quietly as his gaze landed on Hichigo's form a few feet in front of him. A black-nailed hand seemed to have become tangled in the billowing fabric of Ichigo's black hakama sometime during his rest, causing Ichigo to now softly rest his own hand over his lover's. A soft whispering of desire flashed deeply within brown eyes as Ichigo leaned down to brush his nose against spiky white hair that smelled sweetly of the shampoo that was always present with the large shower stall in their bathroom.

'Not fair, Ichi. You have ta share yer kisses, that's the rules.' Ichigo chuckled softly as he remembered those words Hichigo had spoken a while ago. So the unspoken rule had given him an opening? He smiled blissfully as he remembered the events from that morning, Hichigo had been the only one to walk away without a proper kiss. So he pressed his lips over Hichigo's that had become slightly parted in sleep, his own form now crawling over his beloved's as he untangled warm fingertips from his hakama and twine them together with his own. Kneeling over Hichigo sensually as the touch of their lips sliding together had sparks of pleasure shooting up Ichigo's spine headily. He moaned softly, his actions causing the oldest of the Three Kings to awaken under the assault several seconds later. Ichigo said nothing, his eyes fluttering shut when a mouth parted further beneath his and a soft slickness coaxed him into a play of tongues that was both gentle and erotic. He was even implored to follow Hichigo's tongue back into a warm, wet mouth as he was given his first opportunity to explore and take control of this new territory himself.

Nails scraped against Ichigo's scalp, a tongue twining with his in a arousing erotic dance as he was rolled over so that he was under Hichigo instead. Ichigo moaned softly, his legs parting of their own accord as his heart began thudding loudly in his ears. Uncertain fingertips fisted in Hichigo's white kosode, pulling him closer as he bent his legs to cradle the white haired King closer against him. His back arching from the sand with a soft keen when teeth dug into his bottom lip and nails scraped against his neck and pulse point headily. Ichigo was floating through bliss, his body seeming to heat up from the inside as he let go of the power shimmering beneath his skin. A cry instantly lodging in his throat when the two other presences settled close to him as well with overwhelming clarity.

Ichigo stared hazily at the string of saliva that still connected his tongue to Hichigo's. Licking his lips softly to break it as his eyes flashed with sheer need. Shivering at the tip of a nose rubbing softly against the side of his neck when another hand traced sensually up his side to rest over his frantically beating heart. Who was it? God, even bold fingers traced up his thigh...where even through the fabric of his uniform it felt pleasurable.

'What a nice way te wake up, Ichi. But please don't start something that yer not ready to finish.' Hichigo said with a pained whisper and Ichigo instantly untangled his hands from his beloved's kosode as he cupped two pale cheeks within the palms of his hands that were deliciously warm against his skin. The added closeness only adding fuel to the fire already burning within his veins. Ichigo glared softly at saddened golden eyes bathed in a sea of black, forcing those half lidded eyes to connect deeply with his own as he brought his head upwards to rest his forehead tenderly against Hichigo's. Their breaths were mingling headily together as Ichigo basked in the growing warmth of all his lovers now pressing closer to him...almost as if they were trying to melt into him and Ichigo wanted it...wanted it so badly that he whined and panted for breath when his lovers tried to pull away from him in guilt.

'S-stop it, Hichigo.' Ichigo said sorrowfully, hating the way that frustrated tears built in his eyes and streaked down his cheeks. It was hurting him, their hesitation was hurting him deeply. 'Stop it all of you. Stop holding back damn it! Why are you hesitating? All of you...do you think I don't want this?' Ichigo said sadly, everything was coming back now...the need to feel them...it was insatiable and he hated it because it was making him look weak. Ichigo shuddered however when Hichigo's fingers tugged painful at his hair reflexively the moment that he saw Ichigo's tears.

'I-Ichigo...King...I—.' Golden eyes widened considerably when Ichigo's eyes began to invert to black and gold with the swirl of his emotions and arousal as he gazed up at all three concerned faces hovering above him.

'Please stop holding back, you are hurting me. I want you, all of you...I want to feel you...to touch you...to—.' Ichigo was once again silenced when lips descended fully on his. This time harsher and much more demanding as his shoulders were forced back into the sand by both Ichiru and Ryuu and they simultaneously bit the shell of Ichigo's ears. Leaving the consort in a desperate bind of coursing arousal when Hichigo's kiss faded away to be replaced by another and teeth and tongue were tracing against the sensitive skin of his neck. Arms winding possessively around his waist, left Ichigo completely dazed as they eventually pulled away from him. Leaving his breath rasping in his throat when they made to stand, pulling Ichigo with them as he was cradled against Hichigo's strong chest.

'You better not regret this King, because after that...how can we hold back, damn it!' The First Mei-Ou of Hueco Mundo said seriously and Ichigo nodded, gazing over Hichigo's shoulder at the two following behind them. Ryuu reached out a hand to tangle through messy orange locks and press a kiss to his forehead as Ichiru stepped next to Ichigo, offering the orangette a deadly devious smirk that would have made Ichigo balk in cowering fear if his doppelganger had not already warned him against it.

'I wouldn't want you to.' Ichigo said, and he was right. He didn't want them to. Not anymore...there was no need to. And somewhere deep within his mind, Ichigo was sure that his past self was practically laughing with delight as a deepening flush he could no longer contain, began to spread across his nose violently. He probably wouldn't survive the night, he thought, but if it meant drowning in bliss because he could finally reconnect with his beloveds, then that was just fine...

1* - Denka – Your Highness, which is kind of appropriate considering Ichigo's standing but Ichigo can't seem to stand it...

That's all my notes for now, my honeys and please I beg you, don't kill me for ending it there! I had to as I just opened the next 10 000 word chapter that is all dedicated to lemons and deliciousness. God, I hope I can actually do it...I've never written a foursome before. I'll just pray my skills have not been dulled!

But anyways, its bloody cold here in NZ today...I'm going to crawl under a warm blanket now and try not to think about all the damn work ahead of me. Please be nice and review, I'd be very happy if you do!

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