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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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Thank god I finally finished this! Just a warm thank you to all my reviewers through this, I really appreciate your contribution. I'm so happy it's finally done, took me extra long to get the scenes just right and involved enough and not confuse myself with everything that seemed to happening at once. But I think you guys will be just as happy with the result as I was when I finished.

It's the one you've all been waiting for. The one with all the warnings of smut, Ichigo being far too cute for his own good and just the right amount of teasing from his beloveds. A masterpiece of mind bending work, the longest lemon I have ever attempted to write in my life without it dragging on forever and becoming repetitive. I at least hope that I got it right, it was my first try at a foursome.

I cried a little when I came to the end of the third part, thought I was going to die of exhaustion somewhere along the way. But it's finally done, I can put it behind my back and plan a heady set of lemons in some of the future chapters.

I sincerely hope that you guys enjoy the chapter, it took a lot out of me. But then again, writing a story like this, no matter how rewarding when rereading it later, takes a lot of work and concentration. Something I would not have been able to continue doing without my honeys' support. So thank you to everyone who not only reviews this story but faved and follows it as well.

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For now, please enjoy!

Chapter 7: Night's Eternal Passion

Ichigo felt warm, deliciously warm, as a comfortable heat of anticipation settled within the pit of his stomach teasingly and seemed to spread delectably throughout his veins with every beat of his erratic heart. He was humming softly to himself as Hichigo's scent curled headily around him; hooded eyes (which had turned a deep gold and black because of instinctual pleasure) were gazing up at the older being's smirking features through a sprawl of bright orange locks and lowered black lashes. Shivering deeply as another touch of building arousal chased through his blood without warning and pressed needily into his heart. Where it unknowingly caused the teen to squirm in his beloved's arms anxiously.

A low whine of impatience was spilling past cherry red lips several minutes later as Ichigo felt his muscles tense and his skin burn with the need for more. Why was this walk taking so damn long? Even when he was so protectively clutched against a warm chest, a nose buried in his soft locks, a hand curled around his and carried into the recesses of the castle like a damned princess...Ichigo was still getting worked up over nothing and it was beginning to drive him insane. Every step that they took, every shift in their clothing against his skin, the overwhelming presence of both Ichiru and Ryuu walking on either side of him and Hichigo to keep close...it was all calling out to the orangette's very soul, egging on the erratic rhythm thumping annoyingly loud within his ears and sending his blood roaring through his head in a new and dizzying rush.

'Hn...Hichi, you're taking too long.' Ichigo's complained, eyes fluttering shut in rising bliss as he shifted uncomfortably in the First King's tight grip around his thighs and shoulders to twine his fingers in the fabric of a white kosode irritably. Using the new found grip as leverage, Ichigo angled his body a bit so that he could lean forward to run a slick, pink tongue along the pale, sensual flesh of Hichigo's neck. Sucking softly at the beating pulse vibrating against the tip of his tongue, the orangette nipped warningly at the skin to show his rising annoyance at Hichigo's slow pace towards their bedroom. He frowned deeply however, when he felt the Mei-Ou's step falter beneath him and they came to a shuddering halt instead.

A strained hiss rushed past pale lips; golden eyes lidding in a half-glare, half-sensual gaze before a deep rumbling growl echoed through the air from within Hichigo's chest and headily tickled Ichigo's rapidly tinting ears and red flushed features. Oh shit! The sound alone almost instantly tainted Ichigo's blood with a scorching, licentious fire that was reverberating painfully hot within his chest as it spread outwards to antagonize the reiatsu streaking wildly beneath his skin that wanted to escape and spread through the castle. Drawing in a gasp of surprise as he became aware of Ichiru's presence right behind him now, Ichigo hissed at the black nailed fingers firmly gripping the back of his neck, tugging softly at the shortened locks of orange brushing against his collar, before he was pulled away from his new and interisting treat.

The action caused Ichigo to grumble in disappointment before he struggled to suppress a shudder of trepidation when he was gifted with a leering smirk from the white, floppy haired, red estigma mirroring his own, triplet. It was the deadly glare from Hichigo himself though, that burned across the top of Ichigo's head before his chin was suddenly tipped backwards by a forefinger and thumb, that made him moan as his mouth was plundered by a dominating blue tongue. The orange haired consort swallowed at the sensations, shivering as he granted Hichigo access and whined loudly at the sudden flash of pain when sharp canines dug into his bottom lip and a touch of blood flooded his mouth as punishment. The both of them groaned in simultaneous pleasure when Ichigo, for the first time, realized he liked the barely there rush of pain and Hichigo was assaulted with the taste and sensation of his beloved's blood and saliva spreading through his mouth in a potent brush of nostalgia.

'S-shit! Hichi!' Ichigo cursed breathlessly when they pulled apart, golden eyes falling half-mast in seemingly exhausting pleasure as Ichiru leant down to nibble on his ear and Hichigo's lips pressed against his forehead tenderly to bring him back to himself...

'Careful there, Ichigo-Koi.' Ichiru whispered softly in the shell of a flushed ear. 'Hichigo is already riled up as it is, any more and he'll snap. Best keep that tongue of yours to yourself until we reach the chambers. Otherwise you'll be taken against one of these walls in full view of the castle residents.' Ichigo's lazily lidded golden eyes snapped open in surprise at the claim, shuddering deeply at the warning as his fingers twisted in white fabric and a low breath of need sounded from his throat as he hid his features in Hichigo's white kosode from embarrassment. God...something so dirty should not be sounding so pleasurable to him right now. And it was in that moment that Ichigo belatedly realized, half dazed without the fun having truly begun, that he was officially going to break before the night was over and—.

'Tch, now you're just being mean, Ichiru.' Hichigo said in a huff, once again taking up his pace through the winding and twisting hallways with his two brothers following faithfully by his side. The oldest brother shot a lingering glower at Ichiru's smirking features though, knowing full well that the curling leer upon Ichiru's lips told the world he had just received the exact response from Ichigo he had wanted. 'Don't put lies into his head, idiot. Ichigo might actually believe you. And my control is not that easy to break! Besides, I'd never take him here, no matter how tempting it is, because it would mean I would have to kill everyone in the castle afterwards.'

'I don't like putting Ichigo on display for others' eyes to see...especially not when he's in the heights of uncontrollable pleasure.' He noted firmly with a sneer; and as if to prove his point, Hichigo tightened his grip against Ichigo as the teen squirmed uncomfortably against the firm hold now that he had been caught in the crossfire of their rapidly heating argument. 'I'll forbid you from touching if you say stuff like that.' Ichiru's response to that was a deadly chuckle of mirth as his golden eyes flashed dangerously with a lingering, mirroring sneer.

'You'll forbid me, Hichigo? That's not happening...it's—.' Ichigo closed his eyes with a soft sigh of exasperation, trying to keep himself calm with his two beloveds bickering, seemingly quite happily, over his head. The sudden surreal feeling of both being caught up in a ragging, clawing arousal and a strange homely feeling, left the teen to roll his eyes in frustration as he peaked over Hichigo's shoulder in hopes of finding that Ryuu would not be joining the fight too. He was gifted instead, with a teasing smile and eagerly leaned into the warm touch when long pale fingers ruffled his hair lovingly and the youngest of the Three Kings chuckled headily at the two fighting over Ichigo when they failed to notice he had stolen the orange haired teen's attention away from them irrevocably.

Ichigo hummed softly, reaching a hand over Hichigo's shoulder to twine his fingers with Ryuu's outstretched hand and tug him closer. Neither of them were paying any real attention to the world around them anymore as the hallways began to taper off into nothingness and a single, arched doorway began to take form absently in their peripheral vision. When the four of them stepped past the threshold of the Royal Chambers, it was the distinctive sound of the doors clicking shut and the heavy lock sliding into place that drew both Ichigo and Ryuu from their dazed state of heatedly locked gazes.

Ichiru gave the two younger souls a lingering smirk before Hichigo, leaning down, suddenly tilted Ichigo's world upside down as he laid him out on the spread of soft sheets on his back. The two eldest finally seemed to have fallen quiet from their argument, probably having reached some form of agreement, but Hichigo still refused to relinquish his hold on Ichigo's hips. The consort on the other hand however, had other plans, as he wormed himself out of the heady grip before he crawled over the planes of the large bed towards where Ryuu had come to a rest against a large spread of pillows and the black headboard.

'What is it, Ichi?' Ryuu asked softly, pale black nailed fingers reaching out to take a tanned hand in his as he helped to settle Ichigo's straddling form across his lap. Grinning in triumph at his two stunned brothers as Ichigo leant down to nuzzle Ryuu's neck affectionately and warm fingertips wound in the long white hair of the two dragon like tails that reached down the youngest triplet's back. Seemingly to tug on the strands in frustration as Ichigo pressed an affectionate kiss to Ryuu's temple with a shy but teasing glance at the two previously bickering Mei-Ou that were drawn towards their embracing forms now.

The orange haired teen breathed deeply in contentment when he felt Ryuu's arm wound around his waist to keep him steady and a free hand reached up to trail the pad of a forefinger across Ichigo's bottom lip, which was still a bit swollen and bleeding from Hichigo's dangerous kiss. Golden eyes flashed in want as Ichigo leaned forward to rest his head against a warm shoulder to try to compose himself again.

'Oi! What're ya doing, King?' Hichigo asked with a frown, arms crossed over his chest at the sudden switch in positions as his beloved was stolen from under him. Well, not that he minded as Ichigo was theirs equally and the sight that Ichigo made now...tenderly curled up in Ryuu's lap with a delectable flush staining his cheek and panting softly in want already. Seeing him like this was just as arousing. But Ichigo's action in pulling away from him had him frowning in confusion as he raised a brow in askance when Ichigo's eyes locked properly with his.

'Bickering, Hichi...Ichiru. I'll not tolerate it tonight. So Ryuu gets the first reward because he behaved.' Ichigo said with a teasing flash in his golden eyes, but still managed to look shyly flustered at his own words because he knew what he was going to do next. Leaning forward, emboldened by Hichigo's response to him earlier, Ichigo allowed the peak of a pink tongue past his lips as he traced a blazing path of fire across Ryuu's neck. Moaning in tandem to his lover when Ryuu seemed to bar his neck to get more of the touch before the orangette traced a strong jaw and the corners of a mouth with his tongue and promptly sealed their lips together in a slow and erotic exploration of tongues and teeth.

A sensual groan was muffled against warm lips when the long haired Third King wound his fingers in Ichigo's black kosode as he gripped the fabric before he allowed himself to fall backwards into the soft spread of pillows and a warm comforter beneath him so that Ichigo settled comfortably between his legs and loomed over him. Straddling one of his propped up thighs, fingers gripping his shoulders for balance, Ryuu allowed his sharp nails to scratch against Ichigo's scalp blissfully as they came to rest. And he knew just how to draw out the orangette's sweeping pleasure before they were forced to pull apart for breath and Ryuu followed Ichigo's golden eyes as he stared hazily at the string of saliva that still connected their tongues before it was broken by Ryuu's swiping tongue.

'I d-don't like you fighting over me...oh—.' The orangette trailed off breathlessly, interrupted in the middle of his sentence as his head, suddenly heavy and overwhelmed, fell against a warm chest when sly fingertips slipped into the gap of his kosode to brush calloused pads across his hardening nipples. Causing Ichigo to shiver in a soft arch and a hitched breath when the bed suddenly dipped beside them and two pairs of hands trailed up his thighs and stomach before they came to a rest against each of his hips. The teasing fingertips of one playing with the white sash on his hakama and the other sought to un-tuck his black kosode, which left Ichigo to groan softly when Ryuu distracted him by flipping them over so that the orange haired teen was the one that was laying against the bed sheets and three loving gazes hovered above him with the promise of sheer pleasure to come.

And it was within those shimmering, expectant, lust filled eyes that Ichigo felt the first stirrings of uncertainty begin to brew within his stomach. Bringing forth a ragging torrent of doubt that had been niggling at the back of his mind for a while now... He didn't know if he would be able to please them and the wavering uncertainty was beginning to steal away the controlled rhythm of his breaths as his heart started racing in panic...what if...what if he wasn't good enough? What if he disappointed them and—.

'Yer cute, Ichigo.' Hichigo said softly, reaching up to ruffle orange hair. 'Te think that ya can take control like that, but right now, King... let us show you how this works.'

'B-but, Hichi what if...I don't know what to do! Tell me; please tell me what I have to do to. To...' Ichigo was feeling suddenly flustered, confused at what he should be doing as his sudden bold streak seemed to vanish with the slow spread of alarm erupting in his stomach. He wanted this, yes, he wanted it very much but it was his first time after all; well in this lifetime. He had never done anything like this before, had never even known the pull of attraction until after he had met these three, never even thought of giving himself to another or exposing his heart so openly—.

'Hush Ichigo, ochitsui. Breathe and calm yourself.' Ryuu whispered soothingly as he pressed a kiss to Ichigo's furrowed forehead. Brushing away the messy array of orange locks that had fallen into wild golden eyes to hide Ichigo's newly found fears; the youngest triplet allowed a fingertip to trace the outlines of red brush stroked lines beneath a left eye tenderly. Causing the teen to breathe shakily after a while but still remained panicked when Ichiru suddenly shifted and moved away from the bed all together, heading in the direction of the walk in closet with a small reassuring smile pulling at his lips. But the reassurance didn't help as Ichigo's breath suddenly froze and his fingers reached out for Ichiru's form, to call him back to him, but Hichigo gently took his hand in his instead and pressed a lingering kiss to the skin of his palm to distract him.

'Don't panic, we're all here, King. We're not going anywhere. I can read your heart, beloved. I know what's upsetting you so I'll tell you now, calm yourself, Ichigo. We'll guide you through this; we'll teach you everything from the beginning. So do not worry, King. Just enjoy yourself, don't tense up and remember, no matter how intense things get, just stay calm and accept things as they come. Don't try to force it. There's no need to look so frightened, Ichigo. If you want to let your reiatsu out, let it out...if you want to touch us then touch us. What you told us earlier, it goes the same for you. Don't hold back Ichigo and don't hesitate, you could never disappoint us. Having you as you are now is a pleasure all in itself, so just fall into the bliss we're offering tonight. We can worry about the technicalities later.'

'B-but what about Ichiru—.' Hichigo chuckled softly as he slid a black kosode from trembling shoulders and discarded the garment somewhere across the floor, settling a black nailed hand upon the warm, trembling skin of Ichigo's stomach before he began to trace, shuddering, nonsensical patterns that had the orange haired consort arching into the newly found blissful caress.

'Don't mind him, King. He's just gone to get some things that'll stretch out your pleasure and make this easier for you. He'll be back in a minute.'

...

'Is it too tight, Ichi-Koi?' Ichiru's voice asked gently, lips pressing against the shell of Ichigo's ear tenderly when the consort shook his head in the negative. Pale, black-nailed fingertips tested and double checked the tightness on the bonds wrapped around Ichigo's wrists as the orange haired teen's panting, rushing breaths brushed tenderly against his cheek and left ear before tanned hands tugged and pulled at the restrictive restraints that his unsuspecting white sash had created. Even though Ichigo was frowning at the new restriction, it still left the older of the two beings to smile indulgently when bound fingertips grabbed a hold of his kosode and pulled Ichiru down so that glaring gold and black eyes could pin the Second King with a deadly scowl that crossed tangerine brows in rising frustration.

'W-why the h-hell did you t-tie me up again, Ichiru?' Ichigo rasped heavily through his uncontrolled breaths, suddenly squirming and shuddering at the strange ebb and flow of reiatsu streaking against his skin everywhere that two of the triplets' hands were roving across his naked flesh. He couldn't keep up anymore, couldn't discern if the hands belonged to Hichigo or Ryuu and Ichiru...Ichigo was scowling deeply at his own reaction when he eagerly leaned into the stirring tug of teeth nibbling playfully on his ear and the older being captured bound wrists in his hand with a soft, teasing smile.

The white haired King's free hand pushed gently against Ichigo's tense shoulders to lay a head of bright orange locks against a warm thigh as he hummed in appreciation at the erotic flush that coloured tanned cheeks and the deep lust glazed golden eyes that were gazing up at him boldly for an answer. Ichiru chuckled in response, playfully dipping two fingers into a parted mouth to tease a slick tongue and gather up warm saliva to spread around the pads of his fingertips before he smeared it across cherry red lips to keep them moist. Revelling in the brief touch of a pink tongue tracing across the pads of his fingers curiously as Ichigo sought to suck on his fingers as a distraction. But Ichiru pulled them away quickly...promising himself he'd save that treat for later.

'S-so why?' Ichigo asked again, frowning confusedly at the Second King's actions just then. Ichiru however, hummed in thought, mulling over his answer as golden eyes briefly flickered down Ichigo's torso to where Hichigo was settled between parted legs and was trailing a teasing blue tongue across trembling thighs and delectably tanned skin. Headily working his way up to the orangette's quite obvious and already straining arousal, where every now and then Ichigo would let out a breathy moan and arched sweetly when nipping teeth and a slick tongue teased a spot that offered him flashes pleasure. His blissful sounds were unknowingly chasing a rising, electrical arousal filled with anticipation through his Three Kings blood at every sound Hichigo managed to drag from Ichigo's throat.

''Cause Ichi, Hichigo needs to prepare ya and yer not going to like it at first. Keepin' ya bound will allow him to do his work without interruption.' Ichigo paled considerably at the nonchalant words, suddenly frightened of what was to come as he turned bewildered eyes to gaze at the spiky white haired Mei-Ou that was settled seemingly comfortably between his legs. He opened his mouth to inquire further as to what Ichiru meant but was suddenly interrupted by his own low, reverberating whine as a warm tongue traced the slit of his erection and swirled an expert pattern of pleasure around its sensitive head. Fingertips firmly gripping the base of his erection before Ichigo's entire world became centred around the hot, warm, wet, sucking mouth giving him nothing but insane, ragging bliss as he was swallowed whole.

'Nggh! Oh...oh...' He moaned incoherently; he was completely forgetting where he was and in what year as his hips arched and bucked to get more of the addictive and highly arousing, sucking sensation. Ichigo was panting; his breaths hitching in his chest painfully as his knuckles turned white around the grip on Ichiru's hakama he had grabbed a hold of seconds ago. And it was only tightening as he gazed dazedly, pleadingly up at Ryuu sitting next to the Second King...begging him to do something. His skin was practically vibrating with contentedness and the need for more as warm fingers buried in his hair to keep him grounded against the pleasure that ignited every nerve ending within his body with a desperate, clawing ache...

'O-oh g-god! I c-can't...' Ichigo whined, unable to keep back his cry of surprise and shuddering bliss when just a touch of scraping teeth trailed up his length teasingly. And the level of noise he was causing, he flushed deeply, it was echoing erotically throughout the entirety of Royal Chambers when he just couldn't keep still anymore. His head rolling back and forth as tears started building at the corner of his eyes... It felt as if his very heart was starting to shift and expand, his soul caving and breaking into pieces as it sought to drag these three beings back into himself again.

There was nothing but absolute and contented rapture streaking through him. It was too much...he couldn't...think...couldn't...breathe. And then fingers clamped down around the base of his cock to stave off his building release and cool fingertips brushed against his forehead softly as a distraction when Ryuu leant down to press a kiss against his sweaty brow and rested his hands on either of Ichigo's cheeks to bring him back into sanity. The brush of his lips tenderly touching Ichigo's earlobe with every whispered word...

'Breathe, Ichigo. Just breathe...relax.' The orange haired teen didn't think it was possible to relax anymore, but he was strangely surprised when he did just that. His tensed muscles suddenly falling limp against the soft sheets of the bed as his breath rasped raggedly in his throat and he struggled through a series of hitched sobs and hiccupped whines when Hichigo suddenly pulled away from him to rest a warm forehead against Ichigo's thigh instead. Offering his beloved a lazy, teasing smirk as he gathered the dripping pre-come at the tip of Ichigo's cock onto his fingertip and brought it to his mouth for a taste. The action causing Ichigo to frown and shudder at the display, strangely effected by it.

The teen was puzzled however, when Hichigo and Ichiru shared a meaningful gaze over his reclining form and the eldest triplet held out the palm of his hand expectantly to his younger brother. Causing Ichiru scoff as he rolled his eyes in irritation before he passed over the hidden items he had concealed within the palm of his hand. The one object, which Ichigo caught a quick glimpse of, was a small bottle filled with what look like oil and the other just made an indiscernible flash of silver in the lazy curl of the room's bedside lamp light.

'I told you that you were going to need it, Hichigo. Ichi-Koi's not trained enough to hold it in on his own for long enough.' Hichigo just shrugged, not at all phased by the apparent scolding as he grinned playfully at Ichigo before he shuffled down the bed again, trailing soothing kisses and dragging a lazy, scorching tongue across tanned flesh just as the orangette felt his body, which had begun to cool after the small break, start to rise in temperature once again.

Making sure that their eyes were locked, Hichigo tugged the elusive silver item from the palm of his hand before he brought it to his lips. Running a lazy blue tongue across the smooth surface to display an unbroken ring of silver to Ichigo's eyes for the first time, he promptly caused said orangette to frown in curiosity at the object. Ichigo had never seen one before. It was too large to be a ring that could be used on a finger but too small for a bracelet. He was just about to ask what it was when he watched in fascination instead, as Hichigo fed the silvery object his reiatsu and it started to glimmer with the distinctive colour of black and red. The very surface now seemed to contract and expand at the Mei-Ou's command, where in a moment, Ichigo shivered in realization what the spiky white haired King was intending to do with it.

He moaned softly when Hichigo reached for his cock, the older being slipping the ring over the mushroomed head and pushed it down until it came to rest snugly at the base of his Ichigo's erection. Where the orange haired teen promptly shifted uncomfortably at the tightness now squeezing rather restrictively around his arousal, shuddering as Ichiru pressed a kiss to the top of his head in praise and Ryuu's fingertips began to trail sensually down his chest to trace calloused fingertips across hardened nipples and dragged black nailed fingers across the quivering flesh of his abdomen.

'Oh! F-fuck...w-what is it?' Ichigo asked breathlessly, gasping softly when Hichigo swooped down to take his length into in a warm mouth again. Instantly causing the teen to arch back sharply as he refused to relinquish his hold on Ichiru's hakama. He was struggling against the restrictions against his wrists again, wanting to participate more but they wouldn't give. Ichigo was still trying to understand the emotions and feelings of 'rightness' chasing a continuous rush of fire through his blood as his arousal became a heady and painful ache throbbing needily at every touch and lap of a warm tongue. But still, that coil was building maddeningly in his stomach and there was no promise of an oncoming release when the ring at the base of his erection tightened at Hichigo's touch and refused him any form of satisfaction.

Ichigo was trembling near constantly now, moaning lowly in his throat when he felt the brush of something slick and cold against his entrance and he tried to jerk away instinctively from it.

'That's a cock ring, Ichigo.' Ichiru said with amusement, brushing his fingers through semi-long orange locks to calm Ichigo's rising pleasure again. 'Che, and you lived in the modern centaury, Ichi? Our naive little King, but that's okay. We're going to teach you everything from the beginning ne?' Ichigo flushed headily at the teasing words but the spitting reply on the tip of his tongue was interrupted with a single, slick finger pressing inside of him where Ichigo was sure it was not supposed to go. He cried out abruptly, squirming against the strange sensation now engulfing him. He wanted to move away from it but Ryuu's hand pressed his stomach and hips back against the sheets to keep him in place. Hichigo was humming softly around his arousal, sending a new wave of need crashing through Ichigo's body as he bared his neck at the pleasurable strain.

'S-shit! Hi-chi-go...please! N-no!' Ichigo yelled pitifully, he didn't understand what was happening. Didn't understand why he felt so fulfilled when another finger joined the first and stretched his insides rather painfully. He tried to remember to relax but it was getting difficult, it was almost too much. With a mouth wrapped so headily around him, bobbing at a steady pace that kept him just from falling into the abyss of rapture and a ring that was restricting him even further...Ichigo wanted to cry and claw at the sheets, scratch his nails against Hichigo's scalp to make him stop but his hands were bound and held still by Ichiru so he couldn't do that either. And those fingers moving inside him, it had been strange and painful at first, but now it was spreading a new needy want within him that was quickly clouding his mind. Ichigo couldn't keep up anymore. He—.

'It's okay, Ichigo. Just relax, this is far from over Koi. You'll feel better soon.' Feel better? Ichigo didn't think he could, it was near painful already with the clawing pleasure scratching at his gut. His lips parting in a series of pitiful wails when he could no longer control himself. He was writhing against the sheets when sly fingertips gained a third mate and bent at such an angle that he felt his entire body freeze where he was and nearly screamed himself hoarse. His moans were soon muffled against Ryuu's lips as his mouth was suddenly plundered with a gentle tongue and he was shifted from Ichiru's lap to recline against Ryuu's form as arms wound around his waist to keep him grounded. It wasn't working...Ichigo was losing himself, pleading for something more substantial than the licks and sucks around the head of his arousal as the older being began to pull away.

'Please...I want...I-Ichiru...Hichi...please...Ryuu...I...' Ichigo was sure he was sobbing now, his mind entering a trance like state where a haze of lust began to blur and blend together with his vision and a trail of cold tears dripped down his temples as he felt Hichigo pull away from him completely. He was suddenly tugged from Ryuu as he was turned over to kneel on bed sheets, flushing a deep scarlet violent red as his rear was put on display and his bound hands couldn't support his weight as he fell onto his elbows instead.

'N-no...please! I—.' Ichigo was gazing up at Ichiru now, golden eyes begging him to do something when the older being trailed a caressing touch against his cheek and shifted him forward so that Ichigo's forehead was resting in Ichiru's lap before he suddenly arched back with a despairing cry when a thick and warm hardness buried deeply within him. Splitting him open, ripping straight through his very soul as he breathed shakily and trembled at every touch of pain flooding through his blood and every ragging emotion erupting deep from within his soul.

'Hichigo!' He called despairingly but Ryuu hushed Ichigo softly by carding his fingers through his hair and warm lips pressed into the side of his neck tenderly. Whispering soothingly in his ear just as Hichigo's form draped over his back gently so that a tongue could trace up his spine headily and a voice could whisper in his other ear as Ichigo felt himself cry through both the pain and heated, clawing pleasure rushing through his heart. It was painful, the stretch too much but Ichigo wanted it so badly and he wanted to give back too. When looked up in askance at Ichiru what he could do, the older being smiled tenderly at him before he tilted Ichigo's chin upwards just as Hichigo's fingers tightened on his hips and he pulled back for a gentle rock of his hips.

Ichigo was breaking inside, he could feel himself starting to shatter as the most wonderfully, completed sensation began to chase through his veins and assaulted his entire being. Ichiru smiled at Ichigo with a half lidded gaze as he brought two fingers to Ichigo's lips and gently parted them wider before slipping them inside again. Tracing the inside of his mouth gently as he pressed a kiss to the top of wild orange locks.

'I'll teach you, Ichi-Koi how to please another with your mouth. But listen carefully to what I say...'

'Listen carefully to what I say...' Listen carefully...listen carefully...listen carefully...Ichigo couldn't even think anymore, but he repeated that mantra through his head with every ragging thrust that Hichigo gifted his body. His moans were muffled against the two fingers pressed into his mouth like a gag as they began to move in and out of the wet space with a slow rhythm that matched Hichigo's gentle pace. Ichiru was talking to him softly, distracting him as hazed golden eyes bathed in a sea of black gazed up at his lover through lowered lashes and the streaks of orange strands that were plastered to his forehead.

'Keep your lips wet, Ichigo.' Ichiru instructed, chuckling softly as Ichigo yelped when Hichigo changed his angle to bore into his prostate at every peaking thrust. 'Always keep the inside of your mouth coated with as much saliva as possible, don't be alarmed if it starts leaking past your lips. It is quite a messy but pleasurable task.' The sly fingers of Ichiru's free hand reached down to undo the binds on Ichigo's wrists, rubbing softly at the red marks they had left behind to bring the blood flow back. He finally let go with a soft whisper of praise when Ichigo's wild and ragging consciousness begin to settle down again, showing the Second King that the orange haired teen would pay be able to attention to him now that he had relaxed into Hichigo's touch.

Ichiru rubbed the back of Ichigo's neck softly in warning when the consort unknowingly moved forward to grip at the fabric of his skewed hakama and dug his nails into the skin of Ichiru's thighs, even through the fabric. Where the Dark King hissed at the contact but allowed Ichigo his clawing grip because it seemed to keep him balanced against another thrust that rocked his entire body forward and unknowingly brushed his forehead and nose into the pale, sensitive skin of Ichiru's abdomen almost harshly. Ichiru hadn't even undressed fully, having found himself far too captivated with Ichigo's loss of control through the course of the night, but it didn't seem as if the teen had noticed himself either. His golden eyes were too lost in a glaze of sheer lust and listless pleasure as he groaned softly around the black nailed fingers in his mouth.

'Don't push yourself on the first try, Ichigo.' The Second King cautioned, breath catching in his throat uncharacteristically as a warm tongue twirled around his fingers and slick lips sucked them back into a warm mouth that instantly shot a flow of pleasure and crawling desire straight through Ichiru's heart. 'Only take in as much as you can, teaching you the technique to take it in all at once takes a lot of practice and patience. If you cannot take everything into your mouth then paying attention to the head and the underside with your tongue is just as rewarding.' Ichigo nodded dazedly, doing as he was told as he practiced around the two fingers filling his mouth so wonderfully. And soon it wasn't Ichiru that was moving his fingers in and out of his mouth, but Ichigo that was slowly bobbing his head forward and backwards to get the same sensation.

Ichigo found that it was difficult maintaining this level of concentration, especially with Hichigo moving so pleasurably within him. Every shift he made, every touch of a tongue tracing up his spine, the small groans brushing against his skin when lips sucked on the lobe of his ear...Ichigo felt it all within him...all breaking his resolve from the inside. But he couldn't find his release no matter how intense it got; so he did the only he could. Ichigo kept himself tethered to reality by Ichiru's gentle voice as he tried not to arch away too much, to meet Hichigo's every thrust or lean too much into the gentle pattern that Ryuu's fingertips were tracing upon his back and shoulders.

Ichigo was breathing heavily through his nose, tears trailing down his cheeks as he whined softly at every touch of pleasure he was gifted but could do nothing to reach his peak by himself.

'You're doing so well, Ichi-Koi. That's it...just like that.' Ichiru praised and Ichigo felt his heart warm at the words, keeping the pace steady as he trailed his tongue across the saliva coated digits now and bobbed his head at the same time. 'Everything just comes naturally to you doesn't it?' The older being teased and Ichigo flushed before he blinked lazily, back suddenly arching and forcibly pulling him away from Ichiru when his world tilted the instant that Ichigo felt Hichigo's teeth sink into the back of his neck deeply. Causing a heady cry of pain to erupt from straining lungs viciously. Ichigo tried desperately not to think of the wet, slippery substance coating his insides as a drawn out hiss rasped in his ear and fingers tightened against his hips hard enough to leave bruises.

Ichigo panted softly in exertion, feeling the sluggish trickle of blood trace down his neck as he gazed over his shoulder...hardly affected by the rush of pain as he moaned softly in appreciation when Hichigo licked at the wound he had created before he shifted away to come and lay beside Ichiru and him. Whispering something in a flushed ear that Ichigo didn't catch but hummed softly all the same when warm fingers joined Ichiru's in orange locks and he began to shiver and tremble at the rush of euphoria streaking through him...

Something...something was beginning to mend a fracture in Ichigo's soul, soothing away the constant ache he had not even realized had been present within his heart.

'Hah! O-oh...Kami...Hichi! W-what did you do?' Ichigo gasped breathlessly, fingers clenching and unclenching in Ichiru's hakama as he sought to ground himself before he gripped hold of Hichigo's shoulders. Who in turn, breathed heavily by his ear as if trying to catch his raging breath for several long minutes as he kissed Ichigo's cheek softly and chuckled blissfully amused at the teen's reaction. His golden eyes were shimmering in the light of the bedroom, igniting a spark and flare of emotion that reached deeply into Ichigo's soul and bathed the teen in nothing but sheer comfort and...unfulfilled need...

'Ichi? King...are you okay?' Hichigo asked concernedly, fingertips tracing down Ichigo's abdomen to tease his still aching and throbbing arousal as Ichigo growled lowly in his throat when he finally seemed to come back to himself. He rested his forehead against Hichigo's warm, sweat slicked neck as he shook his head softly in denial. No, he wasn't alright. He felt blissfully fulfilled inside, in that aspect he was more than alright, but his denied release was becoming near painful now as it pulsed and throbbed with insatiable need that was busy driving him insane.

'Ichiru?' Three souls were suddenly startled by Ryuu's question, the call of a name pulling all three pleasure hazed gazes towards the youngest triplet curiously when he reached for one of Ichigo's hands and pulled long tanned fingers into his mouth wetly. Sucking on the digits just as Ichigo had been doing with Ichiru, where his action involuntarily caused Ichigo, continuously bathed in erotic attention since the beginning of the night, to shudder before he frowned in confusion at the silent conversation that seemed to be happening over his head. The older of the two brothers, however, seemed to understand exactly what that single inquiry spoken within his name had been asking. He nodded his consent, gripping Ichigo's chin between a forefinger and thumb as he brushed the pads of his fingers across saliva slickened lips, smirking softly at Ichigo's soft shiver as he brought the teen's attention back to him.

'It's okay, you can take him if he says it's alright. I have plans for this little mouth of his.' Ichigo was only half aware of what they were asking and whispering in his ear when Ryuu brushed his lips against the side of his neck in a murmur of words. But he still nodded, twining his fingers with Hichigo's as he leant forward to fidget uncertainly with the tie in the sash that kept Ichiru's hakama secure around a thin waist. He was interrupted harshly by a keen of bliss sneaking past his lips though, when fingertips trailed over the flesh of his lower back and a single heady thrust suddenly buried a hardness similar in length and thickness to Hichigo's inside of him. He lost his balance, resting a forehead against Ichiru's bare stomach for support as Ichigo tried to catch his breath against the unexpected assault.

Ichigo didn't how much more of this he could take, the pleasure was getting to be way too overwhelming...he was slowly losing his mind through the ragging sensations.

'Don't forget to make him come, Ryuu. He's not going to be able to take much more.' Ichigo shuddered at the feeling of long white strands of hair splaying against the sensitive skin of his back as it fell over Ryuu's shoulder to tease and brush against his spine. He was eternally grateful for the gentle tongue tracing away the bloodied marks that Hichigo had left behind on the back of his neck, which had finally started to register pain within his mind. But now it only sent a soothing wash of comfort through his blood as he breathed shakily, struggling to bring himself back under control.

'Ryuu...' Ichigo whimpered.

'It's okay, Ichi. I'll take care of you from here. You just concentrate on Ichiru; Hichi'll guide you through it.' Ichigo's fingers tightened their grip on Hichigo's hand as he awkwardly released Ichiru's straining erection with uncertain, trembling fingertips. Blushing slightly at his own, emboldened actions at Ryuu's instructions, Ichigo unconsciously leaned into Ryuu slow rocking thrusts as Hichigo shuffled closer to lay his head just beside, Ichiru's knee. Looking far too content to move as the Dark King smiled up at Ichigo and quickly leaned upwards to press an encouraging kiss to his lips that pushed a warm tongue into his mouth tenderly and seemed to settle Ichigo's building uncertainty.

'You are going to have to let go of my hand now, King.' Hichigo said softly, brushing away stray sweaty strands of orange locks as Ichigo keened loudly when Ryuu reached around his waist to wrap warm fingers around Ichigo's erection and fiddled with the ring of silver at the base of his cock before he started to move it away and pulled it off completely. The action causing Ichigo to shudder deeply and whine as a new, rushing pleasure began to burn through his very veins. But it still wasn't enough to push him over the edge that the seemed to be balancing precariously upon. 'Concentrate, Ichigo.' Hichigo reminded, brushing his hands through orange locks as Hichigo's hand joined his brother's in Ichigo's hair.

'Don't think of Ryuu, Ichiru's the one in front of you. Keep one hand wrapped firmly around the base. Yes, just like that.' Hichigo cooed softly. 'Taste him, Ichigo. Tease him first.' Ichigo nodded softly, shyly extending his tongue to tentatively lick at the mushroomed head where he dipped his tongue into the slit that was weeping pre-come already. He moaned softly at the taste, thrown a bit by the bitterness that touched his tongue, but he still licked his lips to moisten them as Hichigo and Ichiru instructed him before wrapping them around the warm flesh firmly. Tracing his tongue against the scorching hot cock to bathe it in his saliva, slickening his path before Ichigo gave a timid suck.

Fingertips instantly tightened within his hair as Ichiru groaned softly. But Ichigo hardly heard him, his eyes were clenched shut as one of Ryuu's thrusts chased a numbing pleasure down his spine that spread almost icily through his ragging hot blood. Completely demanding his attention instead...Ichigo was struggling to breathe again, feeling that filling and breaking at the same time sensation chasing through him insatiably.

'Shhh, take your time, King. Let the sensation come to you, don't try to force them.' Ichigo whined in the back of his throat around his mouthful. He knew he couldn't take it much longer. It was difficult, he had nearly gagged himself on Ichiru's length several times now but the guiding hands at the back of his head seemed to keep it from becoming too much. But still, tears were streaking down his cheeks, trailing touches of salty cold water across his skin and lips as he moaned in his throat for more of Ryuu's scratching nails against his back. He was starting to ache now, his knees weak and unable to completely support him as hips rocked back and forth to get more of the rocking thrusts that were just not reaching far enough into him. But it was close...so close...

Ichigo wanted to beg for more, wanted to scream but he couldn't. His lips were firmly wrapped around the length of Ichiru's cock as he drew back again and moved forward, stomach twisting pleasantly at the low groan his actions caused. He was starting to pick up the pace, following Ryuu's pattern as an almost continuous stream of moans were reverberating against the length in his mouth. Ichigo was startled though, by the instinctive need he felt curling in his stomach. Closing his eyes blissfully as he allowed things to come to him as they were. He had lost his mind somewhere along the way, Ichigo knew, and he was still losing it through the sheer and absolute rapture. But he was so content where he was, so in tune to the world around him that he could almost hear every beat of his lovers' hearts, every touch of affection that they had for him and every emotion that were racing across their skin...

It all became his now—.

'S-shit! Ichi-Koi, it feels so good. Don't slow down...just a little more...' Ichiru instructed somewhere above him and Ichigo obeyed, picking up his pace as he sucked just a little harder. His saliva had long since started to leak past his lips, tracing coldly against his chin but Ichigo didn't care. How long had he been locked in the double sensation of simultaneous pleasure exploding through his gut? How long...Ichigo didn't know anymore but he jerked back in surprise when he felt Ichiru's muscles tense beneath his fingertips and a sharp gasp of air stained the atmosphere in tandem to the heady brush of something bitter and scalding upon his tongue.

It was the taste, familiar, nostalgic and all together new as it slid down his throat that had Ichigo pulling back prematurely to breathe again. Splashes of white and warm fluid hitting his chin and cheek just as Ryuu's hand once again wrapped around his erection that instantly had Ichigo crying out as his back bowed in sheer, clawing rapture. He couldn't take it anymore! The steady rhythm and extra pleasure of Ryuu's expert fingers were too much. Warm arms gathered him up so that a chest pressed against his back securely, taking his weight off his knees as the sudden shift in angle tilted the length buried inside of Ichigo to press against a little button of pleasure that had him feeling everything inside start to break.

They were shattering him, three loving presences rebuilding and shaping him to their will. Ichigo couldn't take it anymore...just a little more...just a little...

'Ryuu!' Ichigo sobbed pitifully, feeling his entire world freeze and come to a standstill around him. Every colour, every possible emotion, every sensation erupted from deep inside of him. His vision, which had blearily been aware of two lust filled gazes of gold and black observing his every reaction in Ryuu's arms, faded to sheer white as his toes curled in the sheets. Ichigo was dizzy, his mind completely drunk on the maddening, clawing pleasure seeping into every inch of his skin. He was trembling near uncontrollably...shuddering through a haze of rapture as his heart was torn in two and his entire world shattered. He was definitely sobbing, feeling the cold tears trace down his cheeks...it was all too much and it just wouldn't stop. And then...his consciousness became suspended in what he was sure was the world between life and death and his mind completely separated from his body.

Warm wetness filled him up, two more torsos pressed against him warmly as arms and legs wound and twined around him...suffocating him...giving him life...making him come alive all over again as his consciousness began fading to black. And in that moment, even when sweet words were whispered in his ears and kisses rained down upon his skin, Ichigo knew he was loved...loved just as much as he loved them. It was facts, no guesses, as everything became hauntingly clear to his eyes. It was sheer relief that finally flowed through him, filled him up...broke him down again before repeating the same process over and over again.

Ichigo had found ambrosia...had found the beings that completed him wholly and who he completed in return and there was nothing that was more potent than the soul deep connection that bound them irrevocably together for the rest of eternity. Ichigo was crying, not because of the pain streaking through his body as reality was beginning to set in, but because he had lost out on this his entire life...he had never known the profound love and affection that Ichiru, Ryuu and Hichigo had for him and it was so overwhelming.

He had finally come home.

...

Deep exhalations of lingering exhaustion slipped past swollen, cheery red lips. Ichigo drawing in one shaky breath after another as his limbs began to tremble and quiver at the cool air caressing his sweat slicked skin and the heady euphoria, which had been racing through his veins for a long time now, began to settle a deep and accepting warmth within his heart. Even with the touch of cold air beginning to cool his scorching hot flesh, it still felt as if nothing in the world could bother him anymore. Ugh... Except that. Ichigo wrinkled a dainty nose in irritation, shuddering at the feeling of warm fluids sliding slickly and warmly down his thighs. He was sure that he was making quite the mess on the sheets as well...but he just couldn't find it in himself to spare a single ounce of thought to his lost dignity anymore.

Everything seemed to have gotten lost somewhere along with his pride on this night and Ichigo was embarrassed, headily so, but he also remained happy and content. He had never in his life felt such euphoria before, never known such gentle but still firm touches of pleasure. They knew just how to push him, pull him back and rebuild everything from within him. And sadly, by the looks of things...Ichigo still had a lot to learn. But with the three of them by his side for eternity, the orangette knew that he would find nothing but absolute pleasure and acceptance from now on.

He was distracted from his thoughts though, by warm fingers brushing sweaty orange locks away from his forehead. Causing him to blink open tired golden eyes to gaze hazily up at Ryuu's somewhat blurry outline that settled beside him and hovered concernedly over his curled up form. There was a loving smile passing across usually frowning lips before a kiss was pressed to his forehead that almost instantly made him sigh softly and sink further into the soft mattress. Shivering, unexpectedly, at the lingering touch of fingertips that smeared across the splashes of white Ichigo had not even known were clinging to his chin and cheek from Ichiru's release.

'Tsk, would you look at the mess that Ichiru made of you.' Ryuu's voice said tenderly, almost teasingly as he wiped away at the splashes of white with a warm wash cloth. Ichigo sighed softly, wondering where it had come from...but even as he wracked his mind for an answer, he was too tired to care and came up empty handed anyways. But he was grateful for its warm, refreshing touch all the same. But, with its caress, reality also began to set in again and Ichigo was filled with the need to move closer to the warmth that Ryuu's body was giving off. He encountered quite the alarming problem though, his body would no longer listen to his mind's command. And it frightened Ichigo quite considerably as he breathed shakily. Golden eyes widening as he gazed pleadingly up at Ryuu.

'R-Ryuu...R-Ryuu...I c-can't move...' Ichigo whispered hoarsely, only now realizing that his voice sounded quite weak as well as it rasped in his throat. He really couldn't even shift a single of his fingers...everything felt so heavy but strangely, Ichigo was still somehow drifting through the lazy aftershocks of pleasure that refused to leave him alone, preventing him from experiencing the full blown effects of the anxiety that was beginning to settle through his mind in a cottony haze. He blinked confused up at the two forms that settled beside him and Ryuu as the bed dipped, two familiar golden eyes bathed in a sea of black hovering over his form concernedly just when Ichigo felt his heart begin to squeeze painfully tight in his chest.

Hichigo hushed him softly though, fingertips resting against the frantically beating organ in Ichigo's chest as he stilled it to a slower more relaxed rhythm with the brush of his reiatsu and kept his palm resting there cautiously just in case it became worse before Ryuu leaned over Ichigo to offer the teen a reassuring smile to settle his ragging emotions and calm himself.

'Can't move? Ah, I see. Have you been stunned by the pleasure, Anata?' Ryuu asked gently, fingertips brushing Ichigo's nose teasingly as he swiped his fingers beneath frightened golden eyes to gather the stray touch of pleasured tears the leaked from glazed golden eyes every now and then. His touch was gentle, reassuring as Ichigo moaned softly at the warmth it settled within his stomach. He didn't know what to do anymore, his mind, his body...nothing was listening to him anymore. 'Don't worry about it, Ichi. We'll take care of you, just like always.' Ichigo wanted to whine, suddenly frightened by the heady paralysis but something inside his heart expanded through his veins and forced him into a calm state again as he breathed shakily.

'D-does this happen often?' The orange haired consort asked anxiously, quite startled when Ryuu chuckled softly and flicked a furrowed brow. Bringing Ichigo's palm up to his lips for a kiss now that the teen couldn't move to pull away or squirm at the touch. It was a strange sensation, Ichigo realized, being handled between them so easily but gently. Almost just as overwhelming as the climax that had shot through his veins several long minutes...or was it hours ago?

'No, not that often. It usually only happens when you are completely overwhelmed or we wear you out. At least you didn't pass out this time.' Ryuu said with amusement; but Ichigo didn't find the claim funny at all. He gaped at the response, flushing a bloody red in realization to the words as he tugged a swollen bottom lip between his teeth and tugged at the flesh in contemplation. Really, could things get so overwhelming? Even more overwhelming than what he had just experienced?! Ichigo didn't think it was possible but going by the three amused smiles he was being gifted...they knew otherwise...

'P-pass out, Ryuu?' Ichigo stuttered tentatively. Feeling just a touch of trepidation streaking through his veins when Hichigo chuckled next to his ear and ruffled long black nailed fingers through his hair. Tugging at a sensitive lobe headily with his nipping teeth as he leaned forward to whisper in a rapidly reddening ear.

'Oh yes...you used to pass out quite a lot. Like the time that both me and Ichiru took you at the same time or when Ryuu and Ichiru—.'

'T-two...t-two of you?! At the same time! B-but that's not poss—' Ichigo nearly shrieked in horror, his mind spinning with the rush of information that streaked past his ear.

He was reeling, mind fleeing his consciousness once again as Ichigo felt his eyes start to blur through the shock. Just imagining it was...it was too much. His breath hitched in his chest as he barely suppressed the shudder that broke across his skin. His hands were unconsciously gripping at the sheets...seeking to tear them with his nails as he moaned deeply. Not good...so not good.

'Oh but it is possible, Koi.' Ichiru leered in his right ear.

'Hey look...he can move again, Ichiru.' Hichigo snickered, laughing softly in delight as his grabbed a hold of Ichigo's hand that had suddenly come up to shield his flushing features from the world. Smiling softly as he pressed a teasing kiss to the tip of his nose and dragging a warm body into his lap to envelope Ichigo in a heady embrace that the teen could not help but return, quite weakly, as he gripped onto strong shoulders to support himself again and he rested a ear against the beat of a heart that was relatively calm and seemed to resonate through his entire being.

'Alright...alight you two! Don't terrify him now. Why don't you check if the bath's been drawn? I'll clean him up as much as I can.' The Three Mei-Ou all glared at each other for several minutes, sparks of challenge igniting between their golden eyes as they had an internal debate about who would stay with Ichigo for the next few minutes before Hichigo finally relented and left with Ichiru in tow. Leaving Ryuu to gently lay Ichigo across his lap after he had tenderly taken the shivering from his brother's arms and ran gentle fingers through orange locks to keep him calm.

Ichigo was too afraid to ask if those claims had been true, he didn't think something like that was possible but who knew what these three had done to him as he couldn't remember his entire past yet. He was just content where he was now, even more content when Ryuu wrapped him up in a warm sheet and carried him towards the bathroom several minutes later. There had been a moment where he was quite ashamed of the weakness present in his body, feeling quite useless, but being taken care of like this was nice.

He was being spoiled, he knew, but Ichigo couldn't help but enjoy it for a little while before reality began knocking on his door again.

Ichigo had fallen into a gentle slumber somewhere between his beloveds joining him in the large bathtub. Where the warm water had been at just the right temperature and he had curled eagerly against Ichiru's warm chest as warm palms rubbed his back soothingly, a warm voice whispering sweet nothings in his ear that had lulled him to sleep whilst Hichigo and Ryuu had cleaned him up gently. By the time he was helped into the warm sheets of their shared bed, Ichigo was completely gone...having fallen into an exhausted but warm state of being as his heartbeat seemed to resonate with the three beings now curled so protectively around him.

There were no dreams...no expectations to be fulfilled...just being surrounded by an endless warmth that would forever bind him together with his beloveds. His beloved Three Kings, just as he was theirs.

I am officially exhausted, and the cold snap doesn't seem to be helping and I wanna cry because we're out of hot chocolate...but thank you all for reading! Please review, I would greatly appreciate it, it means a lot to me. For now though, I'm still deciding what to do for my next update. I think that Moon Shadow will be a bit late this week, if I don't push it's update to early next week.

Oh well...perhaps I should try some old fashioned tea to warm myself up and then I'm off to watch a movie. See ya guys in a fortnight for the next chapter, where I'll be introducing Soul Society into the plot.

Ja Ne

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