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Happy Ending	By : Ardespuffy Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Hitsugaya/Ichigo Views: 2079 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Happy Ending
- 2-Teaser
- 3-One
- 4-Two
- 5-Three
- 6-Four
- 7-Five
- 8-Six
- 9-Seven
- 10-Eight
- 11-Nine
- 12-First
- 13-Second
- 14-Third
- 15-Fourth
- 16-Fifth
- 17-Sixth
- 18-Seventh
- 19-Eighth
- 20-Ninth
- 21-Tenth
- 22-Eleventh
- 23-Twelfth
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… This is the way that we love,

Like it's forever…

March 4th
The terraces are crammed with people, mainly students from the rival team college. However, as Ichigo's bleeding ears would assert, their supporters are way louder.
"Go for it, Shiro-chan!"
"Pass! PASS IT! Shit, pass the goddamn thing – "
"Hey, midget! Tha hell ya're doin'?"
"Offside! Bugger!"
Toshiro strolls down the goal line, hence approaching the bleachers. The light blue uniform is glued to his – lithe yet toned – body, his hair has gone down a little – very prettily so – while running and his eyes are sparkling with uncommon – arousing – ferocity.
Alright, Ichigo has tried not to think about it, but it's hard to pretend your best mate never expressed the wish to snog the living daylights out of you. As it is feigning you don't remember how his face looks like as he comes with your name on his lips.
More often than not the redhead finds himself staring and, what's worse, noticing several enticing details about Toshiro he wouldn't even dream of contemplating before. Well, before The sodding Night took place, at least. The night they fooled around and screwed up, when everything sort of started going horribly wrong. Of course they've kind of agreed to carry on pretending like nothing ever happened, mostly in order to keep up appearances, but Ichigo won't delude himself believing things haven't changed.
'Cause they have. To him at least, they freakin' have.
Once the game is over the medic student alone (n' seriously, isn't this enough indication?) rushes to catch up with Toshiro before the team gets back to the locker rooms.
"Well played!"
The silver-haired shorty shoots him an 'are you bloody insane?' kind of look. "We lost. I fucked up. You don't get soccer at all."
Ichigo huffs. Well, 'kay, maybe his judgement is not exactly unbiased, but it wasn't nice to point it out so crudely. He's so going to come up with a nasty retort, something around the lines of… "Thought you looked good all along though." Uh-oh.
"Come again? !"
Toshiro looks absolutely out of it. Is it just Ichigo, or are his eyes actually bloodshot? Then the carrot-top remembers. Golden Post-Accident Rule #1: Thou shalt not Make it Awkward. Okay, cando. "Sorry. Slipped my mouth."
Somehow his good save doesn't prove enough to quell the small captain's outrage. Stepping closer till they're face-to-face, teal eyes burning holes in their chocolate-coloured partners, Toshiro hisses through his teeth, uttering word after word very slowly for effect. "I'm warning you, Ichigo. Don't ever think what I – what happened gives you the right to mess with me. 'Cause I'd make damn sure you regretted even trying."
Ichigo swallows and stares. They're so close he can see each and every drop of sweat glistening on the other boy's forehead, so close he can smell adrenaline radiating off his skin. At such short distance Toshiro looks too fuckable for his own, not to mention Ichigo's, good. The carrot-top gulps down the lump in his throat as heat pools in his groin.
Then Toshiro turns on his heels and disappears inside the changing room, leaving behind a dazzled yet undoubtedly aroused Kurosaki, who sighs in relief soon after.
Spell's broken for now. Too bad Ichigo's resolve is dramatically close to breaking as well.

July 15th
Inoue Orihime has taken a break from her Erasmus programme and dropped by to surprise him for his birthday. And Ichigo is surprised alright; surprised that, while in bed with the smoky ginger, his mind keeps wandering to a certain skinny white-haired male.
Afterwards he feels like crying and laughing at the same time – because, seriously. This just can't be his life, can it?

September 27th
"Wouldn't want to miss a single moment of the 'Clueless 'Zuru-chan and Foxy Eyes Ichimaru' show!" Momo chirps gaily just as Toshiro finally shows up on the threshold. "Oi, Shiro-chan! Late much?"
The boy is still in his jogging suit, slightly panting after the intense training. "Give me five minutes. I need to change."
"You're perfect like this."
Fuck, Ichigo hadn't meant to say it out loud. The dirty look Toshiro casts him clearly proves he should stuff a foot in his mouth. "In fact, I think I'm going to take my time in the shower. You go on ahead, I'll catch up as soon as possible. Wish Kira the best for me if I don't make it."
Now, this is just plain childish. Ichigo scowls. "The fuck we will, c'mon! You're not a sodding girl, are ya?" Yet again, he only realizes his words once they've already left his mouth, and no amount of fixing is going to work. "I meant you look good enough."
"Let go of me."
The funny thing is, the redhead hadn't been aware he was holding Toshiro's arm until the other pointed it out. Great, now his mind's playing tricks on him. Ichigo all but jumps back and groans. "Fine. Have it your way." He raises his hands in surrender as the grumpy athlete walks into the bathroom with a snort. "Shall we, Momo? I seem to recall Izuru's exam's starting in half an hour?"
"Well, yeah, but… why are you pushing me out – Berry!"
Ichigo motions for the dark-haired girl to shut up, then mouths in explanation, 'go on without me'. An idea has begun to form at the back of his mind. He's not sure whether Toshiro will appreciate, but he can't leave just yet.
After Momo, her eyebrows lifted in a wesogonnatalkaboutthis fashion, is out, the med student starts pacing hysterically right outside the bathroom door. Some wicked, admittedly suicidal part of him is yelling to just go for it and break into the room, to hell with all consequences, but his rational side isn't giving way so soon. Myriads of dirty images featuring Toshiro, nudity and a hot water spray are crowding Ichigo's head, making it nearly impossible for the young man to think straight. He knows he might, he might just – and god knows he wants to at the moment – might just walk in and, and take Toshiro then and there. Even if the captain won't have him, he's positive they could at least come to an agreement… Hell, this is crazy. Crazy. Crazy.
How would Toshiro look like in all his wet, naked glory?
"What on earth are you doing here, you stalker? !"
Crap. Guess he took too long dwelling. Ichigo yelps as the man from his fantasies becomes every bit real and glaring. Damn, Toshiro is just wearing a towel. A small one. Around his waist. Low on his hips.
The white-haired boy's tone is disbelieving. "All this time…?"
Miraculously, the wisest part of Ichigo's brain resumes working. "Thought I'd stay to make sure you actually joined us. We all know how long you take in there every – "
A light kick to his kneecap is all the answer Toshiro provides. Not so bad, all things considered. "I told you before. Don't be an asshole." The small boy grunts warningly, eyeing his friend warily, then sets off, a reluctant "coming right up" on his lips.

September 28th
Later that night Ichigo slips under the sheets, praying to all known deity plus some more made up for the occasion Renji won't wake up. Sure, getting into his own bed hardly seems like a sinful action to hide from his roommate, but it's just a matter of seconds before – oh, fuck it – Ichigo's hand creeps down his body and between his legs.
Thoughts of Toshiro have been driving him insane with lust all day, if not all bloody summer. Therefore Ichigo does what any horny man would in similar circumstances.
He wanks and likes it. Only when he's thoroughly spent does self-loathing kick in. … for a while. Then lust takes over again, and there's no breaking the friggin' cycle, is there? Unless… Ichigo falls asleep with the word echoing in his brain.
Unless…?

November 2nd
"Why don't you get into a relationship?" Asks Matsumoto one bright sunny fall morning. They're sitting all together in the college cafeteria waiting for afternoon classes to start, the small captain right across the buxom blonde. Painfully oblivious or just plain uncaring of both Toshiro's and Ichigo's panicked gasps, the woman goes on. "I've been under the impression Berry's sister is into you. Didn't you notice the looks she was sending your way at your last game?"
Something beneath Ichigo's breast squeaks. The medic student stares helpless and aghast as Toshiro sputters, his face half buried into his cup of hot chocolate. "Don't be ridiculous. She's, what? Seventeen at best?" The flustered athlete manages at last.
The tepid reaction doesn't put Matsumoto off in the slightest. "Ever so bo-oh-ring, taichou!" The honey-haired girl chides jokingly, her green eyes rolling in their orbits. "What does age matter if two people want to be together?"
"Except they don't wanna be together."
The whole table seems to freeze at Ichigo's sudden burst of annoyance. Too bad it takes way more than an awkward silence to deter Rangiku Matsumoto when she's hunting for spicy news. Or, well, sake. "You mean you haven't noticed either? Man, aren't you blokes clueless! It's your sister we're talking about, how could – "
"Yeah, indeed." Ichigo cuts in, every bit conscious of the bite in his tone. "My little sis. So fucking chill out, alright?"
The tension rises exponentially after that. Even Rukia shifts uncomfortably on her seat. "Uh-oh."
"Anyone fancies a change of topic?" Izuru hastily supplies, only to be promptly deflated by a very much intrigued Renji.
"Wait up, I want to see right through this! You don't think you can keep her forever, right, Berry? Karin's a grown girl, and fiery-tempered too. She'd so bite your head off should you try to get in her way!"
Ichigo is fuming. Hell, he can understand his friends are at a loss about his apparently unjustified irritation, but what the fuck's up with Toshiro's indifferent face? Like he doesn't bloody know what I…A new surge of boiling rage in his core forces the carrot-top to stand up abruptly. "Enough of this crap." He grunts, too low for anyone but the shorty next to him to hear. Whatever Toshiro's playing at, he's pretty damn sure he doesn't want to be a part of it.
Unfortunately, his veiled accusation proves not enough to wipe the bored shitless look off the prodigy's impassive face. "Cool down, Kurosaki. I'm not going to come onto your sister anytime soon." Their eyes lock and a glimpse of amusement flickers in Toshiro's narrowed ones. "Didn't picture you as the overprotective brother though."
Fucking brazenfaced prick! Ichigo shoots him a glance liable to kill any man with a less infuriatingly solid apathetic façade. "I'm not."
Renji's mocking cry, "aren't you?", follows him as Ichigo pulls on his discarded jacket and sets to leave, unnerved beyond toleration.
"It's not Karin I'm concerned about." The carrot-top all but spits, his eyes never leaving Toshiro's as he speaks. How's that for gettin' your point across? "Stupid fucks." He adds for good measure before storming out of the cafeteria, squirming under the six pairs of eyes fixed on his back.
On his way to the campus Ichigo feels like kicking himself. What the hell is wrong with him? Wait, what the hell is wrong with Toshiro again?

December 15th
Ichigo stares entranced at the drops of water running on the widescreen. It's been pouring all week, but he's yet to tire of the breathtaking display that is Toshiro with wet eyelids and rivulets of rain streaming down his cheeks.
"You're going to be away this year too?"
The redhead gives a curt nod. "Family holidays. You know the rules." He turns to glance at the small youth in the passenger seat. "We'll celebrate your birthday when I get back though, I promise."
Toshiro's brow knits while his eyes stay fixed on the windscreen, out of Ichigo's scrutiny range. "Don't bother."
It's the carrot-top's turn to frown. "I want to."
"I said don't." Toshiro snaps, and the dark shadow passing through his eyes isn't lost on Ichigo. "Last year didn't end up very well." The captain mutters, still stubbornly refusing to hold the other man's gaze. "I wouldn't want to risk a replay of that fiasco."
Fiasco. Somehow the word strikes him harder than it should. "That's the lamest thing I've ever heard." Ichigo scoffs, all the while fighting the urge to grab Toshiro's chin and force him to fucking make eye contact already. "Things change. People change." The redhead's left hand grips the wheel tighter – merely for support since the car is off – whereas the right one lands albeit hesitatingly on the passenger headrest. "One year is a long time, don't you think?"
Toshiro's answer comes out in a lazy, slightly bitter murmur. "Not really. And you're wrong about things changing anyway. I'm right where I was twelve months ago."
"That is, here with me." Ichigo is quick to retort, going as far as to let a tiny, encouraging smile stir his lips. "Not so bad when you look at it this way, is it?"
That, unexpectedly, does it. Toshiro's head jerks so abruptly the doctor in Ichigo fears his neck might strain. "Is this it? You think you're that hard to forget?" The sarcasm in his words is purely venomous to swallow. "Please. I'm all over it now."
No sound is heard but the pouring rain. Ichigo sees to it that it's completely silent inside the car before he bends forward to speak slowly in Toshiro's face. "You're not. I know you're not." The med student can't help grinning as his friend's eyes widen in shock and shame. Honestly, who does Toshiro take him for? Ichigo has been reading the signs. Even though the athlete still feels righteously mad at him, that vivid if transitory light shining whenever teal eyes lay on a mop of bright orange hair hasn't gone away even after last year's fiasco. Now that Ichigo has discovered the same glint in his own eyes more than once he recognizes it: there's no doubting Toshiro still wants him. His grin broadens as he leans over, reducing the distance between their mouths. "Which is just as good, since – "
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
Okay, so maybe he hadn't been prepared for the possibility that Toshiro might push him off so forcefully. Damn, his breasts feel like they're going to bruise! Some muscles he's got there, Ichigo muses, though, far from deterring him, the idea only fuels him to try harder. "You said yourself you were at the same point as one year ago." He objects and cautiously scoots closer to the livid boy beside him. "I'm making a difference."
Again, Toshiro is shoving at his chest before their lips can meet. "Don't touch me! Don't you even dare touch me!"
Ichigo freezes at the hysteric edge in the man's cracking voice.
"What is this, Ichigo? Your Christmas charity almost-shag?" Toshiro barks, and he's staring – no, looking right through him, gods isn't he gorgeous when he's pissed, his eyes are filled up with rageand hurt and astonishment and something more he can't quite put his fingeron, looks like want, is it want, isn't it, fuck, 'twas better off when he'd keep his head bowed, I can't do this with his eyes on me, I can't, can't, he's too close, when has he gotten so close, why aren't we just touching, aren't just kissing, why does he have to, have to – "Answer me! Is this what I am to you?" Ichigo gasps as the shorter male lets out a growl, aka the sexiest, most maddening sound human ears ever heard. "You're a fool if you think I'm letting you – Kurosaki!"
He couldn't, couldn't stop himself. Ichigo licks his lower lip, searching for any lingering trace of Toshiro's taste there. In vain: the light peck has all but made his blood run hotter and had him aching with the need for more. Judging by the outraged looks the footballer is currently sending him, though, a head-on approach probably isn't the best way to go on about this, so Ichigo settles for keeping their distance and actually paying the boy's words some attention, rather than letting his libido have the better of him. "Kurosaki? You'd still call me that after all we've been through?"
Unluckily enough, Toshiro seems to miss the tenderness behind the redhead's mocking words. "Do you ever listen to what you're saying?" He groans instead, openly exasperated. "You talk as if we were an old married couple!"
"That's how everyone sees us anyway. Might as well give 'em what they want." Ichigo shrugs, hoping to win the spiteful boy's resistance with a witty laid-back tactic. At least, that was the plan before Toshiro went and blushed, of all things, thus screwing his sophisticated approach. Sod it. Ichigo props his head on his arm, his elbow sill resting against the passenger seat. "What do you want, Toshiro?"
They're locking eyes with no escape. Not that either seems on the verge of retreat: the white-haired young man lifts his chin defiantly. "I want you to act like the man you supposedly are." He impudently utters, making every syllable sound like a challenge Ichigo is not going to turn down. The moment the carrot-top leans in to close the remaining distance between their lips, however, Toshiro jerks back abruptly. Yet again. "Not like this! Man is not he who jumps into action first, damnit!" The smaller boy's tone takes on a disbelieving shade as he withdraws to look into his friend's half-lidded eyes. "Do you still think so low of me? Do you still know me so little?"
In all honesty Ichigo does not know what to think anymore. Hell, he doesn't even know what he's doing, where they're going or how things have taken such a treacherous turn. He hadn't planned anything like this when he'd stopped to pick up Toshiro at the soccer field after his training had been cancelled because of the rain. He'd figured he'd just drive him home and do a little chitchat in the process. But Toshiro just had to bring up the matter of his birthday, hence sparking Ichigo's guilt and utmost longing… Truth is he has, no, they both have been waiting for this to happen far too long, in spite of knowing that nothing good would come out of denying their own urges, and now it feels plain awkward to even think of acting on those forsaken feelings. Furthermore, to fall in lust with your best mate is something, but falling in love with them is something else entirely. Ichigo reckons it must be even harder for Toshiro than it is for himself, so he's going to have to treat him with white gloves.
Cautiously, dreading to blow his chances right from the start, the med student says: "Last year you accused me of being unfair to you denying how you felt. Now I'm trying to be fair. And fair is you still feel for me." Seeing as the captain doesn't look ready to throw a tantrum any moment, Ichigo decides to push his luck and finally bends to whisper in the other's ear. "And god knows I want you more than I've ever wanted anything in my entire life."
Toshiro stiffens instantly at the new intimacy. "I'm not a thing." He stutters, but Ichigo can practically feel his determination crumble. "I'm – "
"You're my friend. And I want you so bad it's killing me." Hopefully the sheer sincerity in his words will convince Toshiro of the redhead's good will. Hungry lips move from the prodigy's earlobe to his jaw line, dropping light butterfly kisses on the wake. "Do we really need more? More words, more excuses?" Ichigo mouths against the other's skin, tantalizingly close to his mouth but not quite enough to cause major alarm. "More promises?"
When Toshiro speaks again, it sounds like he'd been holding his breath for ages. "What are you asking me, Ichigo?"
Enough. A tiny smile plays on the carrot-top's lips. "I think what I'm asking is…" and Ichigo finally crashes their lips together, stealing the other's boy breath away. Their mouths move tentatively against each other, teasing and prying, yet way softer and sweeter than Ichigo had anticipated. To have Toshiro right here where he wants him can't even compare to his pale, naïve nighttime fantasies, now he knows it. They pull apart panting. Ichigo grins. "…my place or yours?"
It takes the little prodigy a while to process the request, probably due to the redhead's constant lips-teasing. "Someone's bound to be home now." He breathes out at last.
"That settles it then. Renji is at work." Ichigo pulls back to shoot his mate a glance, but the sight he's met with has him groaning in delight and delving forward. His right hand entwines with those spiky silver locks as his lips seek for their partners once more, pushing the tiniest bit harder against Toshiro's sweet, oh so very sweet skin. Fighting to keep a hold of himself, Ichigo barely lets his tongue dart out to graze at his soon-to-be-lover's mouth, thus eliciting a soft whimper of utter want. Blood rushes embarrassingly fast from his brain to his groin, making the med student squirm on the driver seat. "Wanna eat you right up." He blows out in a shaky puff of humid, hot air right on Toshiro's lips.
The smaller youth swallows audibly. "Think you can drive?"
Ichigo gives a shaky nod and straightens on his seat, trembling hands clasping the wheel.

Realization hits belatedly. They're lying in a naked heap on Ichigo's bed, greedy tongues exploring each other as bare, sweaty limbs entangle, when the med student is faced with an utterly terrifying perspective – he's got short to no idea how to go on about this. It had been easy before through the lust haze that'd clouded the car, but now that things have gotten… well, so real, he –
Toshiro's breath hitches noisily as the white-haired prodigy breaks the kiss, jerking his hips upward in the meantime. "Ichigo?"
The redhead has to fight the urge to scream. "M-Mh?"
Their erections rub tentatively together, hard and smooth and just wet enough to assure the perfect pain/pleasure balance. Ichigo's eyes roll back in their orbits as the youth instinctively grinds his hips down into his partner's. Too much, too much, too much. "Don't worry." The med student mutters randomly before pressing an open-mouthed, slightly sloppy kiss on the other's pulse point. Heck, isn't Toshiro's heart beating much faster than normal? Ichigo has to bite back a groan while nuzzling his soon-to-be lover's neck. "Want you so bad."
Toshiro pushes upward into the taller man's groin, his hands desperately kneading firm butt cheeks. Such an openly wanton move sets Ichigo off completely. The redhead's fingers trace an unsteady path along the footballer's flat stomach and abs, then skim to grasp the boy's twitching manhood. It's all he can do not to break down and bloody beg for Toshiro to touch him in return.
Clenching his fist around the stiff organ he takes to pumping it in erratic jolts of his wrist, too hungry and lust-filled to start off on a slower pace. The small prodigy is arching in his touch within moments, panting helplessly.
"Ichigo… can I… let me…"
The redhead nods his approval, but what happens next is not what he was expecting. A sweated palm bumps against his leaking hard-on and before he knows it Toshiro is mimicking his energetic pumping, brushing his thumb on the glistening tip to gather the shiny precum there. Ichigo curses loudly as his lover's lean legs wrap around his waist pressing him closer till there's no more than a few inches separating their naked bodies. "Fuck, T'shiro!"
The smaller boy arches up and they lock lips, desperate to convey the insanely hot sense of urgency through a fierce dance of tongues. The not quite muffled thwack sound of their busy hands is somehow disgraceful, but so arousing too Ichigo finds himself being addicted to the noise – a discovery he makes sure to share by moaning lustfully in Toshiro's mouth. His lover replies by pressing his heels in the back of the redhead's calves, thus stimulating a spot Ichigo had absolutely no idea felt so immensely erotic.
They roll their hips together as both erections slide in the tight coils provided by their fists. Toshiro is the first one to snatch his lips away and bore his glazed eyes into foggy brown ones. "Ichigo!" He mutters urgently seconds before reaching his climax with a low growling sound that has the taller man's mouth going dry with want.
Hot dense liquid runs down Ichigo's palm, the redhead refusing to let go of the beauty that is Toshiro's throbbing length just yet. His own hips jerk harder than intended to thrust into the snowy head's fist and within moments he's following his partner into blissful release.
They ride off their orgasms together, sticky skin against sticky skin, before laying still and sated on the bedspread they were too careless to pull off before slipping out of their clothes – admittedly a tad too eager for their own good. Talk about jumping a stage or twenty, Ichigo muses as Toshiro huddles up beside him, their legs lazily entangling in the discarded sheets.
Wow.
That… really was some itch to scratch.
Toshiro sighs contentedly on his skin, and Ichigo has to wonder whether it's normal for him to feel so deep in shit after his most nagging wish has just come true.

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