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[Dicontinued] Fire and Ice	By : kokuchoukayou Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6254 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Fire and Ice

Author: BrucesGirl and R. Brightside

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Pairings: Kurosaki Ichigo/Kuchiki Byakuya (Hints of Other Pairings)

Summary: Ichigo is called to replace Renji as Vice Captain temporarily. Sparks fly between Byakuya and Kurosaki, and they aren�t necessarily the nice sparks.

Warnings: Yaoi, Anal, UST, Angst, Thar Be Lemons Ahead!

Disclaimer: We don�t own Bleach or Ichigo or Byakuya because we are not Kubo Tite. If we had a change to, however, we would steal Kubo-san and hide him in our basement.

Note: What? Double update? Yes. This is a thank you to all our reviewers. Two chapters in one day. Trust me. We�re not running out of material any time soon!! And an anecdote to keep you entertained at the end!

Chapter 7: The Old Man and His Decision

Ichigo did as he was asked, moving Zangetsu from his back to lean him against the wall. Byakuya's eyes boring into his giving him strength. He held the Kuchiki against him, slipping a knee between his captain's legs and rubbing at his groin with his thigh, his dominant side coming to surface. Just as Byakuya had asked - only he could see him as he did.

He took control of the kiss, and reveled in the feeling of dominance once more. He reversed their positions on the wall, instead forcing his lover against it instead. His hands parted Byakuya's robes, and his fingertips roved over his captain's chest, tweaking first one nipple at then the other. Ichigo loved the silk of his captain's skin - that porcelain white, contrasted so beautifully by his dark hair.

He broke the kiss, his eyes praising Byakuya's very being. "You're beautiful, Byakuya. This mongrel is honored to be yours." He spoke this inside his head with a hint of sarcasm, but he voiced it in a serious whisper, his breath ghosting over his captain's lips.

�Ichigo�� Byakuya�s eyes rose to Kurosaki�s, intense, full of emotion and devotion. The usual stoic demeanor he possessed completely fell away, and before Ichigo stood a man full of passion, lust, and wanting. Byakuya arched into Ichigo�s hands as they smoothed down his chest, uncaring that he no longer had the upper hand over the boy.

It was the natural order of things, and he would continue to tell himself that for eternity. His own hands ghosted underneath the thick robes of his Vice Captain, and a soft admission escaped his lips. �Kurosaki�Isshin�was a Captain. One of the most powerful...� He cried out softly as those devilish fingers brushed over his nipples again, and he wantonly clutched at Ichigo�s shoulders. �You�are no more a mongrel than I am.�

He finally admitted it to himself and to Ichigo that they were not so far apart as he�d led him to believe. His blue eyes gazed into Ichigo�s garnet gaze, and he pleaded. �Ichigo�please�� But he didn�t know what he pleaded for. He needed something only Kurosaki could give him.

Ichigo nodded with a soft smile on his face. Byakuya was begging for him, and only him. He kissed his way down Byakuya's chest, nipping sharply where he knew the robes covered, so that only he would see it. He raised one hand to the Kuchiki's lips, prying them open with two fingers and dipping them into the warm cavern. He wasn't going to speak - Byakuya would know what he wanted of him.

His other hand tugged at his captain's waistband, the fabric of his pants pooling at his ankles, leaving him bared to his eyes, and his eyes only. "You won't let anyone see you like this, will you, Byakuya? If we are equal, then we should both be under the same rules." He purred, putting one hand on Byakuya's hip, and using his knee to hold the captain off the ground, a smirk on his lips.

Byakuya�s eyes flashed defiantly for a moment, and then, he relented, his body singing with the boy�s ministrations. This was so wrong, and he should have stopped this before it began, but he couldn�t help it. Yamamoto would have his head on the scaffold for this, and he would probably die at the hands of the phoenix that his sister had been sentenced to, but right now, there was only this.

His fingers found their way into Ichigo�s hair, and he tugged at it gently forcing intense eye contact between the two of them. He displayed his nudity proudly in front of Ichigo, his eyes and body language never betraying any kind of shame. �That is acceptable.� Byakuya answered. Yes. It would do. He belonged to someone.

Ichigo pulled the saliva slicked fingers from Byakuya's mouth, and spread his captain's legs apart, slipping one digit into his opening and shifting it until he found that small bundle of nerves. He rubbed against it, watching the Kuchiki's every moment as he brutalized Byakuya's sweet spot. "Does it feel good, Byakuya?" He murmured, adding another finger to the tight passage.

His eyes were predatory but tender, just like his movements and voice. "Does it? Do you want more?" All the while, he rubbed against Byakuya's prostate, trying to draw as much noise as he could from the normally stoic Shinigami.

He shouldn�t have been acting like a cheap whore. He shouldn�t have! Byakuya found himself spreading his legs, wrapping one around Ichigo�s waist, opening himself up further. He glared into Ichigo�s eyes defiantly again, that little flash of rebellion and indignity surfacing, but it was squelched as soon as Ichigo rubbed his prostate again, making Byakuya�s eyes drift closed in an expression of supreme ecstasy.

The elder Shinigami gripped his own erection and began to stroke it in time with Ichigo�s fingers, pushing him hard and fast to near completion. Byakuya finally answered the questions breathily, his voice having lost all edge and hardness to it. It hardly sounded like him.

��Feels good.� He whispered. �More�onegai, Ichigo�Onegai!��

"Of course, Byakuya." He murmured, pulling his fingers from Byakuya's entrance, and then spreading his legs further as he positioned himself. After a moment of teasing hesitation, he pushed himself into the tight heat, a groan passing his lips. He whispered praises and comforts into Byakuya's ear, the words tripping over each other until it was almost incoherent.

He held the Kuchiki were he was, not moving, and then pulling back to thrust quickly and powerfully back into Byakuya. He positioned his captain so that he could hit his captain's prostate upon each power-filled thrust, and proceeded to pound into the 6th Division Captain, moans and pants spilling past his lips, whispers of his lover's name echoing throughout the room.

Byakuya was silent for the first few thrusts. He even managed to control himself when Ichigo shifted him, but when Ichigo began to thrust harshly, pain raked through his body mixed with the most intense pleasure he�d ever felt in his long life.

He bit back cries and howls of pleasure against the punishment, gripping to Ichigo�s still clothed shoulders desperately until Ichigo hit that spot just right, and for the first time since his youth, Byakuya let loose a blood boiling howl of pleasure, his nails digging into the cloth of Ichigo�s robes, probably bruising the skin beneath it.

On every thrust, Byakuya began to cry out, his Riatsu exploding from him as he lost control of himself, his lips falling open in heavy pants. �Nnngh� Ichigo!� His voice pleaded softly. His thoughts pleaded with whatever powers ruled Seireitei. Please, don�t let this be the end of us...

Those wonderful cries of ecstacy rang through Ichigo's ears like bells, and in a pleading tone, his name was spoken, making him shudder and thrust harder. The beautiful howl of pleasure rung through his nerves still, just adding to his arousal. The warmth of their Riatsu encasing them in their own dome of pleasure.

He could see the prayer hidden deep in the Riatsu Byakuya was releasing, and it made him feel triumphant that he had such an effect on him. However, he couldn't help think that this positive energy they were both hiving themselves in was negative - after all, Byakuya was emotionally fragile. Perhaps, it would have been better to never initiate a thing. He could feel his orgasm building up, and he groaned softly, eyes shutting tightly as he neared completion.

Byakuya�s nails raked across Ichigo�s shoulders, and the world exploded around him as his body exuded a powerful blast of Riatsu that shook the entire building and all the offices and split every piece of glass in the room. A lesser Shinigami would have become sick to their stomachs at the force of his energy as it poured from him in a wanton exclamation of his pleasure.

Byakuya held back his scream until he couldn�t bite his bloodied lip and further, and he cried out, his voice carrying with the force of his energy. Shinigami stopped in their work day, and in the gardens, Jyuushiro leaned weakly against Shunsui, his eyes closing in the pleasure of Byakuya�s Riatsu. Byakuya screamed until his voice cracked, and he spilled himself over his own hand and Ichigo�s stomach, sagging against the boy in the aftermath of his climax.

At the dizzying tightening and the wonderful ecstasy that racked every nerve in his body, Ichigo's Riatsu burst out to wrap around Byakuya's, his cry almost lost in the force of his captain's scream as he released into the tight passage. His knees felt like they were going to buckle under their weight, yet he stood upright, the closeness between himself and Byakuya more than appreciated.

The teen tilted his lover's chin up with one shaky hand, and kissed him slowly and deeply, the passion intensified by thier recent release. He shivered, pulling out of Byakuya and holding him close. "Don't... don't ignore me like that again, Byakuya. Please." He whispered, his tone soft and pleading. "I won't last it."

�Don�t tell Kurosaki-taicho.� Byakuya muttered quietly. He clung to Ichigo for a minute more, and he gently pushed him back and shakily made his way to the futon, grimacing at the feeling of Ichigo�s release sliding down his legs wetly.

He sunk down onto the cushions that were lavishly covered with silk and thick pillows, the burgundy contrasting his pale skin that was marred by round bruises all over his body where Ichigo had bitten and sucked at his skin. Long scars marred his shoulders almost invisibly where Ichigo had cut through Byakuya during their first fight, and the Shinigami fingered them thoughtfully.

�I tried to kill you when I first saw you.� He stated, looking up at Ichigo. The fact hung between them that Byakuya�s failure saved his sister�s life.

Ichigo nodded, the heady Riatsu in the air once again forming thick tension. He picked up their clothes, which all looked clean enough for wear, and folded the robes, setting them on the desk before he sat down beside Byakuya, eyes roving over the scars. He hadn't noticed them beforehand.

The teen kissed them softly in what seemed like apology, and wrapped an arm around his lover, not seeming to care that they were sticky. "You were angry. I don't blame you for it." Ichigo murmured softly, running a hand through Byakuya's beautiful, dark tresses. It was hard to believe that his beautiful captain belonged to him, and Ichigo belonged to his captain likewise. It was, in all honesty, hard to believe.

Byakuya�s hands strayed absently to Ichigo�s shoulders and he rested them there, his face selfless and relaxed. �Ichigo. When you leave, this cannot continue.� The statement was sad and almost wistful, his silver blue eyes far away and lost in gloomy thoughts.

He leaned his head back against a pillow, his raven locks spilling out over the silk and framing his head like a halo, and he gazed up at Ichigo finally, his lips in a straight line, the stoic demeanor returned, although his Riatsu was welcoming and very gentle towards Ichigo. His lithe, beautiful fingers touched the boy�s cheek before he spoke, his voice low and tender. �And what about the Quincy?�

Ichigo found a pleading look on his face. "It's not him I want... it's you." He touched the fingers on his cheek, the warm Riatsu curling around him and comforting him. It felt as if Byakuya didn't mean what he said. "I don't want this to end, Byakuya. Please..." He begged, his fingers tightening around Byakuya's. They couldn't end it, Ichigo realized. They were already falling for each other. "Don't ignore me if I come back. Please."

�And what if your duties as a Shinigami end here?� Byakuya demanded a bit more staunchly. �It will distract me from my duties. I am a Kuchiki. I cannot afford distractions.� He softened again and sighed, his arms resting on Ichigo�s shoulders, his hands threading into the thick strands of rusty colored hair. He was right about this.

There was no way their relationship could continue, and if Ichigo�s status was removed from him after his tenure in Soul Society, he would likely never again see Byakuya, and then, they would be hopeless. Byakuya smoothed back Ichigo�s hair and sighed, his blue eyes suddenly exhausted and worn down. �Your fervor tires me, Ichigo.� He added with a spark of amusement in his eyes.

Ichigo wrapped both arms around Byakuya, holding him close. "Are you sure that's not the other side of me that tires you?" He didn't want to talk about leaving - not yet. It was too far away to talk about leaving. He kissed Byakuya's neck softly, basking in the warmth of Byakuya's Riatsu and body.

Yes... much too far away.

They still had at least a month of passion left... and he would make the most of it. He wouldn't ruin it with such talk. Byakuya only grunted at Ichigo�s smart ass remark, and he relaxed into the pillows.

He could feel the life around them going back to normal. He almost was ashamed to show his face in public again after the not so private display of sex between him and Ichigo, but he figured that he was a Kuchiki after all, and people would do the right thing and keep their mouth shut about the whole incident.

It was then that the door to his office was slung open, and wide, green eyes stared at the scene before him.

�A-anou�GOMEN!�

A very flustered Toshirou made a hasty boy and slammed the door back shut, his voice carrying through the rice paper. �I just got back from the Real World and needed to speak to Kurosaki-fukutaicho! Gomen!� Byakuya rolled his eyes elegantly and looked down at Ichigo without saying a word. What an annoyance�

Ichigo looked shocked at Hitsugaya's sudden entrance, but as the young captain clapped the door shut again, the teen couldn't help but muffle his snickers into Byakuya's neck. The poor kid would probably be scarred. The substitute Shinigami stood, and slipped into his robes and pants, smirking at his lover before leaning down and kissing him softly as he tied his obi around his waist.

"Rest up. You'll ache." He murmured, a grin still on his face as he stepped outside and closed the door behind him. "You need to see me, Hitsugaya-taicho?"

Byakuya almost scowled at the boy as he left, but he didn�t move from his spot on the pillows. After all, he wasn�t shy of his body. Outside, Toshirou�s wide emerald eyes suddenly turned shy, and he looked away from Ichigo with a blush on his cheeks before sucking it up and looking up at the teen. �I-I came to make sure that you and Kuchiki-taicho were getting along ok, but��

A furious blush stained his pale cheeks, and he scratched the back of his head nervously. ��obviously, you are doing fine together. So I�ll leave now�� He stepped back from Ichigo and then flash stepped from sight, his blush still showing high in his cheeks.

Byakuya emerged from the office, fully dressed and clean, and he gazed evenly at Ichigo. �We have a summons to the main hall. All the squad leaders and their vice captains.�

Ichigo chuckled softly as Toshirou stepped away to some other part of Seireitei, and sighed contentedly. "Poor kid." He tucked his hands behind his head as Byakuya spoke, and he smirked. He could feel that Byakuya was reluctant to go to this meeting, and he knew why. "Well then, we should get going, right?"

He tugged his lover's scarf a bit higher up his neck to cover up a red mark, and then kissed his jaw softly. "We don't want to be late." He wrapped an arm around Byakuya's waist, and flash-stepped them both towards the main hall, where he abruptly let go of his captain, acting as if he would even dare to touch his captain. "After you, Kuchiki-taicho."

Byakuya nodded almost unnoticeably to Ichigo before straightening his scarf and covering his neck further with it. They both gazed at each other before Byakuya turned and led the way in. All the captains except for the missing three were present, Shuuhei quietly standing in Tousen�s place, while Kira took Ichimaru�s place, and Hinamori took Aizen�s.

All three looked fairly glum to be there. Everyone stared at Ichigo as he walked in behind Byakuya, and a few of them had faint blushes on their face except for Komamura-taicho whose fur covered any discoloration of his cheeks. When all had taken their places, Yamamoto-taicho took his place at the front of the room and looked at Ichigo.

�Come here, boy.� He commanded. Byakuya didn�t let the fear affect him, but his gentle concern went to Ichigo and wrapped in tendrils around the boy�s heart. Don�t be afraid of your future.

Ichigo looked uncertain for a moment, but did as he was asked as he felt Byakuya's tender worry wrap around him. He wouldn't be afraid. He was glad, however, that he wasn't in the thirteenth division, which meant that he only had to pass five divisions to get to Yamamoto. He bowed his head, well aware that every pair of eyes in the room was on either himself or Byakuya.

He didn't say anything, but only because he wasn't sure what to say. His fate was looming, and he had no idea what form it was taking.

As Ichigo approached him, the old man looked kindly at him and then motioned for Shuuhei and Kira to come over. �You�ve made quite an upset in Seireitei for the past two years, Kurosaki Ichigo, son of Kurosaki-taicho. I seem to remember a young man who was just as impetuous as you. Without the orange hair.�

He chuckled to himself and then motioned to Shuuhei and Kira. �Which one of you want him?�

Byakuya�s eyes widened�surely�Not�

Shuuhei looked at Ichigo and then at Kira, and the blonde nodded gently to his friend. �I will accept him.� He answered staunchly. Byakuya felt the murmurs around him, and Yamamoto gazed directly up at the Kuchiki heir. �You will train him for his office as Fukutaicho to Shuuhei who will be assuming Kaname-taicho�s position.�

He looked down to Ichigo, his face suddenly softening. �And you have a choice. If you choose to accept this office, you will not be able to lead a double life. As your father, you must choose.�

Ichigo found himself in more than shock. He was going to stay in Seireitei... but not underneath Byakuya. But, that would have been impossible. "...Hai. I accept my position." He was going to stay... he could stay in Seireitei. And Shuuhei hadn't been that bad of a conversationalist, from what he had experienced.

He bowed, still slightly unsure of what was happening. He didn't know whether to thank Yamamoto or not, but in the end, he decided to, his voice softened with uncertainty. He had been accepted as a Shinigami... he wasn't a substitute any more. He was something he'd barely dreamed of - a Vice Captain Shinigami.

A soft roll of murmurs went through the room, and a hand laid on Byakuya�s shoulder. He looked over his shoulder to see Saijin, his giant fox nose only inches from his own with what looked to be a tender expression. �He stays for you. Everyone knows that.�

Hinamori issued a soft cry of disappointment, and Kira smiled over at her enduringly, assuring her that a Captain would be found for her squad. The meeting was dismissed, and Byakuya remained to wait for Ichigo as the other captains and vice captains swarmed him to congratulate and welcome him to the family of royalty. Zaraki was the last to offer his good wishes, but as always, the gruff man only crossed his arms across his chest while Yachiru looked over his shoulder with a wide grin.

�Congratulations, brat. This means we can spar as much as we want now.� Yachiru squealed as Kenpachi turned to walk away, and she waved at Ichigo.

�Ken-chan is happy!�

Byakuya didn�t move, his face still stoic until they two were the only ones left in the room. He didn�t say a word to Ichigo, and his face and expression were indifferent, but the pounding of his heart in his chest proved how nervous, anxious, and overjoyed he was.

�There is always a celebration over promotions.� He spoke stoically. ��And fireworks.� It was as close as an invitation as Ichigo was going to get from Byakuya for a date.

Next Up: Chapter 7: The Confession of Renji�s Heart
Byakuya gazed at the Quincy as he started to walk away and then he stopped him by his name. �Ishida.� He looked directly into the boy�s eyes, his own gaze hard as the steel that Ishida presented him with. �If you had been born a Shinigami, we might have been friends.� Byakuya turned then, walking away from the boy, his thick silk hakama flowing with his movements just as the strands of his jet black hair moved about his throat.

Thank you to the following reviewer! Akume (I love Ichigo as seme�fits him, ne? Don�t worry�we like him as uke too�), Wakisashi Girl (Thank you! I love your story too!), Ashke (We�re not telling! ^^)

And now on to the Festivities!

You Named Him What?!
By: BrucesGirl

It was decided that Hitsugaya was much too serious for his own good even though he did sleep with a teddy bear and secretly wanted candy for Christmas. So a few of his close friends got together, and agreeing on a gift for his Birthday (Which Jyuu-kun had already properly crashed with his own gift of a life-sized Shirou-kun statue) they waited in his office, wanting to see the look on his face when he saw THIS Present.

Kira: I can�t believe you named it Fluffy. You�re so lame.

Rangiku: So? It�s cute. And besides, that�s what everyone calls Taicho behind his back.

Renji: So when we call Fluffy, we can be making fun of Hitsugaya-taicho and he�d never even know it?

Hitsugaya: What are you guys doing in my office? Hey�what the hell is this moving box on my desk?

ALL: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Hitsugaya: � It�s moving.

Rangiku: Open it!

Hitsugaya: It�s�a kitten.

Kira and Renji: *snicker*

Rangiku: Its name is Fluffy!

Hitsugaya: It�s looking at me like it hates me.

Renji: It�s just a kitten, Taicho! Pick it up!
Kira: Anou�it does have claws.

Kitten: *mew*

Hitsugaya: Well, he is kind of cute�

Kitten: *latches claws into Shiro-kun�s hand*

Hitsugaya: *undignified screaming and flailing with kitten attached to hand*

Renji: Maybe we should have gotten him dog, Rangiku.

Rangiku: *snickers* And miss this? Nahhhhh.

OWARI

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