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Consort To The Three Kings	By : Snowway32 Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7108 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of the characters there within, Kubo Tite owns that sole right and I am making no money from this. It is purely for my own pleasure.

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Yay! It's done, it's finally done! I'm so glad, it took forever to work everything into this chapter. Even when I wasn't first going to add so much into it at once. I want to say thank you to all my lovely reviewers, I appreciate all the sweet words and encouragement that I received, it truly means a lot to me.

There was a question as to when this story updates, so I'll say it once more. Today is the 22 September 2013, a Sunday. This story gets an update every fortnight, so two weeks Sunday from now, there will be another chapter posted. You can work out the time difference roughly by knowing I'm from New Zealand and whether it will fall on your Sunday or late Saturday night.

Okay, just an important note. I'm still not sure exactly what I want to do with the relationship between Ichigo and his past self and whether I want to incorporate a lemon into the works somewhere, but for now I'll keep the plot as set until I can answer that question myself despite those of you that expressed an interest to see them together in a lemon scene.

Thank for those who voted on both my polls that had been running in the past two weeks, I'll let you know that my new Multi-chap fic will be Shingetsu: The New Moon and I'll be updating either that or Tsukino Kage in the next few days, so look out for it.

For now though, I hope you enjoy, I have a sweet little surprise at the end of the chapter that I hope you guys will enjoy as I had way too much writing it in the last day as it kept me up till 3:30 AM. But for now, please enjoy and I apologize for the violence in the first part...I had a hard time writing that, hurting Ichigo, I really hate doing that.

See you at the end of the chapter...

Chapter 9: Thin Threads of Control

Rain clouds, only having grown thicker throughout the ragging collision of two sparking swords, one experienced, the other not, told nothing of the despaired emotion and sheer desperation that had happened mere moments before. Presenting only a brief reflection of the emotional turmoil ignited within one spiky orange haired, Kurosaki Ichigo, as the ease in which his movements were executed and the flow of his incredible reiatsu was disrupted by a sharp katana with a forest green hilt. A single excruciating slash, dragged in precision across an unprotected abdomen, alighted the night in a harsh spray of darkened blood.

Spots of dizzying black instantly danced in front of hazy gold and black eyes. The world spinning before Ichigo as everything seemed to come to a standstill. The power that had been flowing so freely and rapidly through his veins; suddenly stalled in tandem to his racing heart as it began to slow to an unnaturally erratic rhythm. His inverted eyes, drained of their internal hollow influence, brought forth dark and dulled chocolate brown orbs. The spark of life rapidly fading from their depths as the shattered remains of a white and red mask crumbled away from ashen pale features. Leaving only sheer panic and confusion behind when Ichigo instantly lost the support of reishi beneath his feet.

Now that his internal companions no longer guided his movements, the ground was rushing up towards Ichigo at frightening speeds. The messy, dark haired man that had been fighting him with a deadly smile of sheer calculation, followed him. Those coffee brown eyes leering at the orangette's descent with sickening fascination from behind bulkily framed glasses, waraji clad feet touching down on the dirt road Ichigo now found himself sprawled upon. The teen however, was only vaguely aware of the ruined remains of his home shattered several meters beyond his sight. Dazed eyes catching sight of a dark figure struggling towards them, a sword raised in defence as a single flash of blue light ignited the sky in the shape of a crescent moon. His father's brown eyes briefly clashing with Ichigo's in reassurance. But it was useless. Their enemy merely deflected the attack before Isshin too was cut down by a single slash.

'Oh my, and here I thought I bound you with a level ninety kido. Your strength hardly benefits your intelligence though, Shiba-kun. I'd stop moving if I were you, fighting me now will only shorten your precious son's life and yours.'

'NO! OTOU-SAN!' Ichigo screamed through his fears; teeth cutting through his bottom lip as he rapidly lost sense of the world around him. Please, please...this couldn't be happening... He couldn't—.

'KING! Calm down! NO! DON'T CLOSE YOUR EYES! DON'T YOU DARE FALL ASLEEP!'

'Keep calm, Ichigo. Don't move.'

'I don't know who you are...' Ichigo grunted suddenly, drawing strength from the voices calling out in his head as his fingers tightened against the hilt of his Zanpactō when the large black blade trembled beneath his fingertips. A rasping breath lodging itself in his throat before he instinctively sought to curl protectively around the wound in his stomach. 'But what the hell gave you the right to break into my house and destroy MY FAMILY! I'll—.' Ichigo trailed off, urging himself forward, but it was a near impossible task. In his mind he had enough determination to take down this man, where he swore that even if he crawled the rest of the way, he would kill this man. He swore to it, made an unbreakable oath to his soul!

He needed to move...needed to save his father...had to protect him like he couldn't his mother and at the mere thought of his mother, her lifeless eyes staring up at him, Ichigo felt a raging howl of fury spilling forth from his lips. A glare of sheer hatred filling his dulled brown orbs as he turned his fiery eyes defiantly upon his enemy that had come to stand over him. Lazily flicking off Ichigo and his father's blood from his sword before he wiped it clean on the white blood stained haori of his predecessor Ichigo had just mercilessly killed before his eyes without even showing an inkling of being ruffled by his actions.

'Stop moving, Ichigo! Please...we cannot hold back the extent of damage done to your body. One swing from his sword, King, and Zangetsu will shatter! Please! You're not ready to face someone on his level.' Ichigo sneered at those words ringing against his ears, what did they mean they couldn't hold back the damage on his body? And Zangetsu? He needed to KILL this man in front of him before—.

'Such strength that even a wound of that horrific extent doesn't falter an inch of that impressive reiatsu. It must be painful that your body does not match your natural vitality. But I'd advise you to keep still, little Shiba.' The older man purred menacingly, the bare blade of his unsheathed katana resting against a newly vulnerable neck in warning for a few seconds; but even that action did not falter the deadly glare present within dark brown orbs as Ichigo's fingers curled tighter around his Zangetsu's hilt. 'There's no doubt whose child you are but the only thing keeping your torso attached to your body is your spine. If you can survive that wound, come save your father in Soul Society 30 days from now, child, and have your vengeance.' Ichigo scowled darkly, spitting in the brown haired man's face as he knelt over him to brush sickening fingers through his blood matted orange hair in semblance of mocking comfort.

'Such spirit! I'll be looking forward to our next meeting, little Shiba! One day I'll harness that power of yours, of a soul that has already transcended the barriers of both hollow and shinigami without even the influence of the Hōgyoku. If I leave you as you are now, there is about half an hour before that impressive reiatsu is drained and you can no longer support your spiritual body. Let's hope that that man finds you here soon enough.'

Ichigo felt cold, shivering deeply as the warmth of his blood started to spread onto the ground beneath him, leaking from his stomach where the biting touch of the man's sword had sliced through his flesh and shattered his mask mere moments before. He was utterly confused, where was he? What had just happened and why the hell was his blood soaking into the ground in such alarming amounts? And the voices in his head, one he somehow just knew belonged to the being named Zangetsu and the others that were frantically calling out to him. The others...they were hazy to him, a little further away, but their presence within him was undeniably there as well. He could at least draw a little comfort from them, being so close, feeling as if they were shielding him protectively from the world...

His vision was fading to black as frightened brown orbs gazed at the shoji doors that appeared out of nothing before him, his attacker seeming to conjure the gateway from nowhere as he dragged his father and the dead blonde haired man along with him by their collars. Deep brown eyes, barely conscious beneath the seeping blood that stained Isshin's robes and dripped lazily from a wound on his forehead, lifted to lock with Ichigo's as a single moment suspended in bated breath froze the very air around them with its intensity. But, Ichigo couldn't do much more before his heavy lids fell shut and gravity pulled his head towards the muddied ground.

'Ichigo!' Brown eyes fluttered open exhaustedly just as Ichigo locked gazes with his father one last time, forcing himself to obey even through the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth as he wheezed through despairing breaths. It hurt, he was so cold and nearly completely numb to anything happening around him but the last of attention he would grant to his father as requested. 'Don't die, Ichigo! DON'T YOU DARE DIE ON ME SON!'

'O-Otou-san?' He breathed, feeling the hope that he could have had in protecting his father shattering as those two shoji doors closed with a hollow and deadened clack. So much so that his consciousness started to fade and the voices calling out to him in his head was only growing fainter and fainter the more that time passed. He lost track of what was going on around him, his limbs shivering deeply as a deadened and deep sorrow began to spread alarmingly though his veins. What did he do? His mother was dead, his father taken away...how could he protect them, how could he have failed to protect those he loved so much? What did he do here from here on out? Was he not dying too?

Icy tendrils of tears were streaking across cold temples in desperate despair, falling towards the muddied ground beneath him. Where sometime later though, Ichigo only became vaguely aware of a new presence entering his senses to lean over him almost protectively. A bamboo umbrella of pitch black silk clutched in a pale hand as bright blonde hair was illuminated by the sliver of moonlight that now peaked through the rainclouds to illuminate the midnight sky. Ichigo however, only briefly saw a flickering hand of green rest upon his forehead. Forcefully closing his eyes as he knew nothing more of what was happening around him besides the gentle touch and sorrowful grey eyes gazing at him from behind pale lashes.

'Sleep now, Kurosaki Ichigo. When you wake I shall inform you of a way to save your father and calm those beings ragging within your soul.'

The next time that Ichigo awoke from his deep pit of eternal darkness, three whole days had already passed. And his wakening was not a gentle one. His ragging consciousness harshly forced to rip into the flow of reality by a scream of alarm that unsuccessfully tugged him from the nightmarish recalls of what had happened mere days before. Unsettled chocolate brown eyes snapped open in sheer distress as his mother's name fell past his lips in a darkened despair. The flickering lights of several oil candles placed around his form in an unfamiliar traditional room, agitated Ichigo's already blurring vision as he fought valiantly against the press of pain erupting across his sweat slicked forehead and rising and falling chest.

He was struggling for breath; feeling as if he had run too far too fast with as little energy as possible. But just when he was just about to push himself to sit up despite the incessant pain warning him not to, the orangette wasn't able to get far in his quest. Gasping abruptly when the shoji doors clacked open and rushing footsteps hurriedly came to a halt next to him. The tip of a cane successfully pinning Ichigo's form back onto his futon before he could move as a blonde haired man with sharp grey eyes, dressed in a dark green kimono, suddenly invaded his vision.

'Don't move yet, Kurosaki-san. You might be awake but your wounds are far from healed. If you step outside this barrier it will be ripped open again and surviving it a second time is nearly impossible—.' Ichigo, too lost in the ragging fear of the dreams that had awoken him, suddenly jerked under the older man's touch. The colour of his ash-blonde hair reminding the orangette a little too much of the enemy he had just faced and the very real situation he was in. His mother was dead, his father gone and he was stranded in some stranger's home that could kill him at any second...he may as well have been in the depths of hell itself.

'Let me go! Let me go! Who the fuck are you?! Where is—.' Ichigo yelled, panting through the sudden rising alarm alighting his veins as the blonde haired man's grip only tightened to keep him from moving and forced a hand over his mouth to silence him abruptly. The action surprising Ichigo so much that he almost instantly stopped moving when the ominous cane was suddenly lifted away from the blonde haired man's side to hover only a few centimetres from the orangette's forehead. Where even in his hazed mind, Ichigo was sure that a sword tip was resting against his flesh that could kill him in an instant should the older man choose to do so.

'Mmmfff!'

'Oya, oya~ you're a lively child, Kurosaki-san.' The older being purred playfully as he suddenly pulled his cane away and moved away to kneel beside Ichigo's futon instead. A flicker of green encircling his hand as he rested it upon Ichigo's forehead tenderly. 'Just like your father. You two are so alike that it's almost scary, but you have your mother's beauty. Oh what's that glare for~? You don't like being compared to one of the Gotei-13's most powerful captains? Well I suppose it's only normal considering your level of reiatsu is almost twice as much as his. And you have no idea what I'm talking about do you?' Ichigo was frowning now, shaking his head against the older man's palm as he tried to bite the hand that had covered his mouth to keep him silent, wanting nothing more than to curse this man that dared to speak about his family so easily whilst they had just died.

He didn't like this feeling, didn't like the way that his limbs were forcibly relaxing back into futon without his consent when he wanted nothing more than to attack the blonde in front of him. But something that the man was doing to him, forcing something warm into his forehead that took away the pain and confusion kept him back as brown eyes fluttered almost tiredly behind the touch in rising exhaustion.

'In this house, Ichigo-kun, there is nothing to fear, not even from them. I'm Urahara Kisuke, we've never met formally but I know all about you, even looked after you many times when your power got too much for your father and mother to restrain on their own. You should rest for now, though. You cannot do anything with your body damaged to such an extent. But you should be healed i—.' Something that the man said stilled Ichigo's confusion as troubled brown orbs snapped open in surprise.

'You're Urahara Kisuke?' Ichigo asked almost timidly, his hand finally having the strength to move away the appendage keeping him silent as he watched the playfulness fade from those teasing grey eyes. 'The one Otou-san told me to find? Will you help me? Can we get him back?' The orangette was startled by the older man's sigh as he retracted his hand from Ichigo's forehead and rested it along the cane in his lap. Those grey eyes closing thoughtfully as he seemed to lean back to gather his composure.

'Yes, we can get Isshin-san back. But it won't be a picnic, Ichigo-kun. Especially because of where we are going. You should be healed in a while and from there I can train you with the help of a friend. But I cannot teach you anything more than preparation, how to fight and how to harness the powers resting within your soul. Knowing that you are already a hybrid soul though, gaining control of the more uncontrollable powers of your hollow will not be easy. But I suppose we can start by sending you to talk to your Zanpactō, he or she will be able to explain these things better than I can as well as giving you their name.'

'Zanpactō?' Ichigo asked with a frown.

'Oh for the love of—. Did you father never tell you anything about what he is? About what you are?' Urahara asked in exasperation and Ichigo shook his head in the negative. This was the first time he had even known his father was something other than a human. Other than the sometimes goofy father that tried to kill him around every corner to try and prepare him in tests of courage and alertness for adulthood.

'A Zanpactō, your soul cutter, Kurosaki-san, is that huge black sword that you carry around so easily. Every Shinigami possess one with differing powers that can cut down their enemies with various powers uniquely tied to the Shinigami that is their master. They all have a name and are essentially a soul that dwells in our swords—.'

'You mean Zangetsu Ossan?' Ichigo's words, spoken so softly, left Kisuke to be startled for several minutes before he started laughing.

'You already know his name after fighting with his form only for a few minutes? You are certainly an enigma Ichigo-kun. But how about you go and talk to Zangetsu-san hmm? Synchronizing your soul with his might help speed up your recovery. Oh that's right, you don't know how to yet. Well, I can help with that.' The older being leered almost dangerously and Ichigo flinched when the palm of a hand was suddenly thrust before his eyes and a glowing white light blossomed in front of newly dazed eyes before exploding outwards to drag him wholly into a deep and dark unconsciousness with a brush of binding kido.

'Tanma Otoshi(1*), Ichigo-kun should knock you out for the next few hours. Sweet dreams Isshin's son, and I pray that you only meet Zangetsu within your Inner World. Otherwise, I fear for the state of my home and your life.'

...

'Come back to me, Ichigo, please. Open your eyes and focus.' A gentle, lilting tenor called concernedly. A warm forehead suddenly pressing against his own as Ichigo's blackening consciousness swam back into a slow spread of focus. 'It's enough, King, don't try to delve any further. Anymore and I won't be able to keep the rest back.' The caution caused hazy chocolate brown eyes to flutter almost lazily behind closed lids, chasing a shudder through cooling blood at the sensation of a string attaching itself to his heart before it gave a sudden lurch as if someone was tugging on it. A chocked cry lodged itself in Ichigo's throat, the feeling of heavy reiatsu beginning to sink beneath tanned skin, had him promptly forcing a desperate gasp of air into heaving lungs. Shocked brown eyes snapping open instantly to collide with the strange reddish brown orbs hovering mere millimetres away from his face.

The eternal night sky was spread in his peripheral vision, his form sprawled across the soft silvery sands of Hueco Mundo again before the now familiar features of his doppelganger hovered over him concernedly. A cool forehead fell forward to press calmingly against Ichigo's own just to keep him constantly grounded against the swirling emotions streaking through his veins near uncontrollably. The teen on the other hand was shuddering against the flickering images still dancing, unbidden of his permission, before his eyes. His fingertips digging into the sands of the desert plane as he sought to ground himself against the onslaught.

The first traces of a despaired tear dripped coolly down his cheek in tandem to a shaky breath being expelled from parted cherry red lips...

'Are you alright, King?' Older Ichigo murmured softly, focusing Ichigo's faded attention back on him as the orangette only now became aware of the sudden change that was present within his older self. There was a clear look of strain passing across his features, a heavy frown tugging at his now black brows as a sprawl of hip length pitch black locks fluttered around his form before it fell across his shoulders to encircle the both of them almost protectively. He had the fingertips of his right hand resting against Ichigo's frantically beating heart to sooth away the racing beat and instilled a forced calm into the younger form of himself. A soft, sad smile was tugging at his lips now that he recognized Ichigo's attention falling back on him, watching quietly as tangerine brows furrow in utter confusion.

'What—.' Older Ichigo hushed the question he saw bubbling in his doppelganger's brown orbs by pressing a kiss to his furrowed forehead. Pulling back and settling himself onto the silvery sands of his inner world as he lifted a beckoning hand to his counterpart. Guiding the smaller form closer to him until a shivering Ichigo settled between his parted thighs and a warm forehead rested against the crook of Older Ichigo's neck in reflection of the last time they had been curled closely together. Where neither of them could suddenly deny feeling the need to search out comfort only they could provide each other. Even allowing the passing of time to become hazed and uncertain as Ichigo slowly but surely calmed himself from the serious pulse of distressed emotion.

And despite the confusion now tugging at the spiky orange haired teen's brow, Ichigo eagerly leant into the comforting embrace as arms wound around his shoulders and lips rested atop his head near constantly. Finally feeling the racing beat of his heart slowing in his doppelganger's presence, Ichigo slowly turned his eyes upwards to collide with red hued orbs that gazed tenderly into his own and warm fingertips suddenly lifted to card through his spiky orange locks comfortingly.

'Does my appearance startle you, King? Don't worry, it'll fade in a moment.' Older Ichigo said almost sadly. 'I had to use a lot more reiatsu to keep you calm this time. It's probably because of the shock and panic you experienced before coming here. I'm sorry that it had to be that memory that you saw, Ichi. But please know that I'm not doing this to torture you; I have to do this chronologically or it'll only confuse you more.' Ichigo only nodded dazedly. He had yet to say anything, feeling suddenly too exhausted to think against the clammy sensation of panic that still clung to his skin and the strange tugging against his heart didn't seem to want to stop.

Brown eyes fluttered half mast as he reached curious fingers upwards to catch some of the long black strands that had fallen over his doppelganger's shoulder to tease his cheek. He was suddenly startled though, when it evaporated from between his fingers and into thin air. A brush of heady red and black reiatsu licking against his fingertips for only a second just as familiar scruffy orange locks was revealed and a ragged Bankai cloak reappeared in place of the grey bandage wrapped form. Tensa Zangetsu's long black chain winding its way around Older Ichigo's bare arm before the blade itself fell towards the sand next to its master. The two of them no longer able to separate from each other unless the older being absorbed the Zanpactō's form into pure reiatsu and formed it into a new and utterly devastating weapon.

'It's okay,' Younger Ichigo eventually whispered through strain, closing his eyes as he leaned back into a warm chest and twisted to the side a little. Warm fingertips tracing against his doppelganger's clothed stomach to rest against the place he had felt the excruciating slash of that deadly blade mere moments before. 'You were hurt, almost died. I should ask if you are alright and—.' Ichigo was suddenly forced to trail off as a heady, soft cry ripped past his doppelganger's lips at his action. The sound, so pure in its form, was startlingly sensual as Ichigo suddenly jerked his hand back as if being scolded.

A mirroring flush was darkening his cheeks pink when he noticed lidded chocolate brown eyes gazing up at him from behind fallen black lashes and a sprawl of messy orange locks that sought to hide their enjoyment from the world. The peeks of those red brush strokes running beneath Older Ichigo's left eye seeming to darken with the spread of red on his flushed cheeks as a huff fell past parted red lips and he tried to pull his head away from Ichigo's that had crept closer in curiosity to follow the darkening mark.

'J-just w-where are you touching so freely, King?!' The older being asked with a mortified stutter, curling long fingers around Ichigo's hand to move it away from the sensitive place on his abdomen when it had unconsciously come to rest there again. He turned a little to the side though, just to hide his embarrassment from his younger counterpart. A heady scowl furrowing his tangerine brows as he closed his eyes in exasperation. 'Geez, you should be more careful. Both of us are sensitive, Ichigo, I feel pleasure from the places you are most sensitive too, Baka. You keep forgetting that I am you. And that place, besides the obvious ones, is very sensitive.' Ichigo too embarrassed at having made his Older Self emit such an erotic moan, promptly fell forward to hide his face back in a warm Bankai cloak before a soft chuckle chased into the eternal night and warm fingertips were buried in his spiky orange locks again. Fingertips tracing the sensitive skin at the back of his neck to calm his ragging blush with calming swipes.

It wasn't helping...

'What's the matter, King? Never heard yourself moan before?' Older Ichigo teased, laughing delightedly when his smaller counterpart sought to melt into him from embarrassment as his warmed cheeks only grew hotter against the older being's cloak and it began to sink into the skin beneath his clothes. 'I haven't either,' he confessed with a chuckle. 'But, Hichigo always said I could sing very well. Only he'll know what that means but I'll never understand why he'd always leer at me when he said that.' Ichigo was mortified and those words were only making it worse. Because even Ichigo knew what Hichigo would have meant when he said those words and it wasn't helping that he was once again feeling that burning sting in his veins to call his beloveds back to him and press their forms into himself.

'P-please stop! Just s-shut up!' Ichigo murmured against a warm chest softly, curling closer to the warmth spreading through his being as he felt the calm that his older self had instilled within his veins start to rise as a warm chin rested back atop his head and arms curled around his form protectively again. His eyes were starting to fall shut against the pull of gravity but Ichigo tried to ignore it as best as he could when a kiss was pressed against the side of his temple tenderly. 'Y-you're only making it worse.' Ichigo eventually forced between his calmed state as his older self chuckled and his scruffy orange haired doppelganger merely tightened his arms around Ichigo's waist.

'I'm just teasing, King. It's a delight to see you blushing so innocently. Makes me wonder if I was ever as innocent as you. But that doesn't really matter. You've found your happiness in our beloveds' arms right, Ichigo? You've learned to accept them back into yourself?' At Ichigo's hesitant nod, his older self hummed soothingly in thought. 'Then that's all that matters. Never forget that feeling, Ichigo. Never stop seeking it out because it will become more painful the longer you try to ignore that instinctual call. For them, for you, it's a necessity to settle your souls. To settle what has been lost for two hundred years.' Ichigo could only agree dazedly, trying not to look up because the flush he was just beginning to get under control was lighting up across his nose once more.

'I never expected it to be so...so...' The younger of the two didn't know how to explain it but his scruffy orange haired doppelganger seemed to know.

'So overwhelming, intense? Oh, you don't even know the half of it, yet.' Older Ichigo murmured with a teasing lilt in his smooth tenor. Lifting Ichigo's blushing face away from the folds of his cloak as he rested his forehead against Ichigo's tenderly, two sets of warm brown eyes connecting deeply as a gentle smile passed his doppelganger's lips. A thumb coming up to trace the curving red marks drawn beneath Ichigo's left eye before pressing a teasing kiss there tenderly. Where Ichigo's eyes almost immediately fell shut under the touch when the sheer exhaustion from before started to spread through his veins at an alarming rate.

'You're tired, King. I can sense it, you've exhausted yourself today. I think that you need to retu—.'

'Matte!' Ichigo yelled suddenly, a sudden flush alighting his cheeks as he turned to the side in semblance to the movement his past self had executed earlier in hiding his own embarrassment. 'H-Hichigo told me that t-two of them in the past have—.' Ichigo was startled into silence when his orange haired twin burst into heady peals of laughter, falling backwards against the sand as he could no longer support their forms and Ichigo suddenly lost his balance to fall on top of him. His nose colliding painfully against one of the links of the black chain trailing up his doppelganger's right arm before those strong, reassuring gloved hands curled around the back of his neck as his past self struggled to drag a breath back into his wheezing lungs at his heady laughter.

'Y-you want to know if it's true? H-how it fits? O-oh god...don't remind me.' Older Ichigo eventually murmured through his now stifled laughter. 'Sadly King, he was not lying about that one. It happened more than once and—.'

'S-stop, s-top it! Stop talking, I-I still can't see it as possible and—.'

'Oh no, little one. I'm not going to tell you anything about surviving what's to come. You're on your own from here on out and trust me, you might just end up liking it much more than you ever thought it was possible.' Ichigo didn't know what to say, his cheeks were flaming red and he couldn't even look his orange haired doppelganger in the eye anymore. It was just not possible and whatever fun they got in teasing him about it, Ichigo was sure as hell going to show them his climbing anger. But now—.

'As much fun as your visits here are, King. You cannot stay longer, the tugging sensation on your heart that you've been feeling for a while now means that Ichiru's been calling out to you. Go to your Kings, Ichigo. They always come first, you know that now since you have experienced the need to protect them even at the slightest chance of them being in danger. But also don't forget to look after yourself too, Ichi. What you did today was very dangerous.'

'If I had not interfered with your panic and managed to keep you calm in your masked form, you would have fallen into an uncontrollable state. Something that even I cannot call you back from until someone else shatters your mask.' Older Ichigo said, suddenly very serious to the humour he had shown before. His palm resting against Ichigo's forehead as he suddenly flipped the two of them to push Ichigo back into the silvery sands, his semi-long orange locks briefly tickling Ichigo's cheek as he pressed a comforting kiss to the tip of a nose just to watch it crinkle beneath his touch.

'It's imperative that you try to keep your control all the times, little one. I know that your reiatsu is still unstable and very hard to keep in check, but do not panic on top of it, Ichigo. Because it is not a pretty sight to wake up to. I impaled my own father with Tensa Zangetsu the first time I went into that state, the very person I was trying to save at the time. So please, whatever you do, try to keep your control.'

'It's not a joke, Ichigo, what our beloveds try to protect us from is the pain such events can cause within our souls, so listen to them. If fact, you should ask Ichiru to help you. He'll be able to stabilize your control a bit.' Ichigo, far too sobered by those words, could only nod numbly as his doppelganger suddenly pulled away and implored him to close his eyes and relax.

'It's time to go. Go sooth our beloved's dreams before he's driven into a state of panic. And trust me, Ichiru in a panic is never a good thing. Goodbye, King, I'll see again soon but try not to let your returning memories get to you. You have three beloveds all wanting to quell the sorrow they see in your eyes, so let them in, Ichigo. Love them like they love you and there will never be a better reward than what already blossoms so freely between you four.' The doppelganger's words were scarcely spoken before Ichigo knew nothing more than the sudden blackness engulfing his entire form before he was pulled towards his wakening consciousness in far too much panic for it to be normal. But when his eyes opened, the vast Royal Chambers was already beginning to swim back into focus around him, the darkened night creeping upon their home as his three beloveds curled protectively around his form.

All three of them pressing as close as possible when Ichigo felt an abrupt rush of exhaustion threaten to overwhelm him completely.

Ichiru's been calling out to you...go sooth your beloved's dreams... Chocolate brown eyes snapped open frantically, forcibly chasing away his desperate need to fall asleep as Ichigo felt his breath stalling within his chest. Ichiru, he had to find Ichiru. The darkened chambers of their shared room swam back into focus once more as Ichigo tried desperately to discern the touch of the Second King from the many warm bodies and arms curled around his form already. The familiar reiatsu wasn't in the fingers gently curled around his, that was Ryuu's familiar burning power. It wasn't in the hand buried in his long orange locks either, that solely belonged to Hichigo, as well as the warm chest that was pressing against his back tenderly and the legs twined with his. So the two behind his back wasn't Ichiru, that only meant that the Mei-Ou directly in front of him had to be the one that had been calling out to him so hauntingly.

So loudly that Ichigo had felt his distress even in the depths of his mind where his past self dwelled.

'Ichiru? Ichiru...wake up...are you alright?' Ichigo called softly, concernedly, as he struggled to shift in the tightened grip around his waist as the lingering whisper of concern his doppelganger had instilled within him at his parting words, began to chase headily through his veins. Ichiru, Ichigo noted, was the only one that was so possessively and restrictively curled around him. Trying to keep Ichigo as close as possible as those arms slung across his waist, usually gentle but firm, became far too tight. Skittering breaths raced across the top of an orange head as Ichigo squirmed against the embrace; his beloved having clutched him to a strong chest so firmly that it was almost painful to breathe without groaning in distress with every struggling exhale.

'Ichi-ru! Ichiru! Wake up, damn it!' Ichigo raised his voice in climbing distress, shuddering at the heady press of concern racing painfully against his heart. He could feel it. Now that his mind had been returned to him and he could concentrate on the haunting sensations chasing alarmingly across his skin, the touch of panic was definitely there. Scattering sensations that he was so sure did not belong to him, raced hauntingly across tanned skin that only managed to add fuel to the already climbing fire of concern in Ichigo's heart. The instant that he heard a stifled sound of distress spill past Ichiru's lips to tickle the top of his head though, the orange haired consort knew that he had to awaken his beloved before things could get much worse for the both of them.

But just how was Ichigo going to do this without waking the other two?

When Ichiru had not responded to his call earlier, had not even given an indication that he had heard Ichigo's voice seconds before, how was the orangette going to rouse his beloved into reality again when he seemed to be eternally wrapped in a dream that was anything but pleasant? It seemed a near impossible task, but there was one way that Ichigo knew of, one he really did not want to implement because he knew it would only invite trouble, especially if the Second King's reaction would be anything like his to this method. But, what else was there? Even as he urged himself to implement it and steeled himself for his task, Ichigo bit his bottom lip harshly and suddenly lurched forward.

Dragging himself away from the restrictive arms not belonging to Ichiru, Ichigo suddenly rammed his forehead straight into the Second King's trembling shoulder. Forcing the older being onto his back at the action as the top of the teen's head slammed against a strong jaw harshly and the both of them jerked back at the rush of pain. The white haired King (dragging a ragged breath into resisting lungs as he instantly reacted to the violence waking him) pulled at the orange haired consort with strong arms still wound around a thin yukata clad waist. Suddenly shifting his position so that he could grip long black-nailed fingers around his beloved's upper arms tightly, and without even knowing who it was through a daze of lingering sleep, the Dark King dragged Ichigo across the sheets to the other side of the bed and away from his brothers' peacefully sleeping forms.

The action however, left the orange haired consort with only a single second to think, to draw in a gasp of surprise as he felt the bed fall away from below his back and the ground rushed up to meet the both of them in a jarring crash. The back of his head hit the floor harshly; a soft cry of pain ringing in tandem to the grunt of surprise as Ichiru fell on top of him and sprawled between Ichigo's thighs. Foreheads collided together rather painfully as Ichigo became headily aware of the double sensation of anguish blossoming across the back of his head from slamming into the plush carpet and Ichiru's forehead crashing against his...

It was all ringing through his shocked mind in a jarring brush of dizziness as he blinked stupidly for several seconds.

'Ugh...ow!' Ichigo complained eventually with a soft arch, trying to dislodge Ichiru's sudden restrictive weight pressing against him. But instead, dazed golden eyes bathed in a sea of black blinked open tiredly above him; shutting once, twice...thrice before a deep frown tugged at white brows and the older being became vaguely aware of Ichigo's form beneath him. His most beloved Ichigo-Koi was sprawled across the floor with an array of hip length orange locks splaying almost sensually around his dishevelled appearance. The sleeping yukata of pure black that they had dressed him in to make his rest more comfortable, splayed open around a rising and falling chest, delectably tanned thighs peeking out at the caress of the moonlight streaming in from an open curtain as Ichigo moaned softly. Closing his haunting brown eyes against the strange happenings and the new position he found himself in.

'Ichiru...' Ichigo whined in exasperation. 'Please calm down.'

'Ichi..go? Koi...w-what...what's going on! Wha—.'

'Ichiru, calm down, please! I'm not going to hurt you, there's no one here but me!' Ichigo said urgently, forcing his wrists from the vice like grip that had instinctively pinned them to the floor as he shifted boldly against the tip of an inverted white Zangetsu that had come to rest against the vulnerable skin of his neck. The large Zanpactō somehow having made an appearance between their fall to the ground and his beloved pinning him so successfully to the ground that he could hardly shift an inch. 'I'm sorry I startled you. But you just wouldn't wake up.' The orangette cried almost apologetically, his head falling to the side to hide startled brown orbs behind a sprawl of long orange locks as his now free arms trailed up trembling shoulders to wind them around the back of a pale neck. Searching frantically for a way to ground his beloved against the sudden display of anguish burning deeply within gold and black eyes.

Leaving the Mei-Ou to shudder and tremble through the situation he had just woken up to, and desperately seeking a way to quell his sudden flash of panic, Ichigo cupped his warm palms comfortingly against pale cheeks. Seeking to bring Ichiru closer to him as a thumb tenderly swiped at the mirroring mark of two curved red lines beneath a right eye. Where Ichigo urged himself to lean upwards, brushing soft lips against a furrowed white brow as he felt his beloved's tensed form suddenly melt against him and fall forward. Semi-long floppy white hair descending into confused golden eyes, tickled Ichigo's cheeks as well when the orangette sought to ground the both of them from the brief but heady adrenalin rush burning through their veins.

'W-what the hell, Ichigo-Koi! Don't do that, I c-could have killed you. J-just one slip and—.' Ichigo shook his head softly, silencing Ichiru's panicked calls by pressing his lips against a pale pair that were warm, moist and spilling panicked breaths against the consort's rapidly tinting cheeks. Implementing the same method Ichiru had used to silence his ramblings not so long ago, Ichigo boldly slid their lips together in an intimate entanglement of tongues and teeth. Instinctively pulling the Second King's form closer to him the moment that Zangetsu's inverted form was suddenly let go of and disappeared back to his inner world and away from a vulnerable neck.

Ichigo was only vaguely aware of a single drop of blood tracing against his skin to trail almost arousingly across the flesh of his neck before coming to rest on a straining collarbone that was arching to get closer to his beloved's intimate touch. A soft moan spilling against Ichiru's lips, when Ichigo found himself tipping his head back against the floor to allow a warm blue tongue to intimately explore his mouth. He did not flinch, did not pull away, when Ichiru suddenly overpowered their lazy entanglement with a much more fierce and heady attack of nipping teeth and scratching nails that gripped his upper arms almost painfully.

The concerned consort merely wound his arms around Ichiru's trembling shoulders, shuddering against the arousing and rapidly heating sensations that arched his back to pull their forms more intimately together. Noticing the subtle fear that had shimmered in those golden eyes from behind his lowered black lashes, start to fade. Ichigo boldly trailed his fingers against strong shoulders to grip them firmly just when golden eyes started to glaze over with a slower and more instinctual spread of rising lust. A muffled moan sneaked past cherry red lips, tanned fingertips burying themselves in semi-long white locks now, forcing their lips together once more after a heaving breath when Ichiru sought to pull away.

Ichigo wouldn't have it, not when he felt his beloved's sudden need flashing against his skin and strong fingers forced his shoulders back onto the plush carpet. When they were finally forced to separate for air, Ichigo was panting for breath. A spread of red colouring his cheeks and nose as he observed sharp golden eyes gazing at him in a veil of oncoming lust as the string of saliva that still kept their tongues connected suddenly snapped when Ichigo traced his lips with the tip of a pink tongue to gather his beloved's taste back into himself with a soft moan of delight.

'Ichi-Koi, you really shouldn't have done that. I could have killed you.' Ichiru said firmly with a scowl and Ichigo sighed softly, shifting his feet against the ground for leverage, he tightened his propped up thighs against Ichiru's form, that was still sprawled on top of him, reassuring. His fingertips resting against the back of a pale neck as Ichigo fell back against the floor and tugged at the messy strands of white there tenderly, seeking to quell the sudden flush of both fear and guilt curling in those haunting golden eyes even when the expression crossing Ichiru's features was nothing short of a dark and deep scowl of reprimand. Ichigo wasn't fazed by it, merely smiled gently as he pulled Ichiru into a warm embrace. Laying his beloved's temple against his rising and falling chest, Ichigo freely offered the comfort that he had felt the older being was in desperate need of.

'No, you wouldn't have, Ichiru. I had to wake you, though. You were calling me, beloved. How can I not answer your call when you are suffering through distressing dreams? It's nothing short of what you would have done for me. But, Koi, you're so difficult to get up and I couldn't breathe against your embrace...' Ichigo was suddenly forced to trail off with a hitched cry of surprise when a lazy blue tongue suddenly brushed teasingly against the skin of his neck. Unknowingly stinging against the small cut Zangetsu's blade had made against his flesh earlier.

'Ichiru...please!' Ichigo moaned lowly, throwing his head back against the floor as a heated flash of arousal ignited deeply within his chest. If things went on as they were, he would only want much more and—.

'You're bleeding, Ichigo. I hurt you, see, and for such a stupid reason. You really shouldn't wake any of us like that, not until you can defend yourself properly.' Ichiru scolded, worming his way out of Ichigo's embrace before he pressed the palms of his hands on either side of Ichigo's head to keep his balance. Their eyes now locked intimately as he read the rising need within those chocolate brown orbs and he leaned down to capture the trail of coppery blood that dripped a second and third rivulet against the barred neck of his beloved. Teeth suddenly tugging deeply against the shallow wound as he felt Ichigo shudder against him, a breathy cry for more spiralling into the room as he rested the palm of his hand against a rapidly rising and falling chest. Digging black fingernails into warm flesh harshly and leaned back only when Ichigo's cry became tinged with pain as well.

'Does it hurt?' Ichiru asked softly, sly fingertips dragging black nails down a fluttering abdomen as Ichigo arched towards him wildly. 'It's got to hurt, Koi. Because just for earlier, I should punish you, Ichigo. You don't lose yourself because of such a stupid and obvious taunt, don't believe for a second a word that comes out of our enemies mouths. For heaven's sake, Ichigo, just who do you think we are? The day that we allow you or any of us to die by their assassins' hands again, will never happen! And then, Ichigo, you just passed out in my arms. Why did you not call out when you first felt faint?' Ichiru growled lowly, suddenly reaching forward to press two fingers into a parted mouth to silence Ichigo's rising retort.

'Shush, no protests. It's perilous what you did, Koi. Nearly losing control of yourself if Tensa Zangetsu did not calm you. I'm going to have to teach from the beginning what it means to stay in control, Ichigo. Whether in a dangerous situation or even in situations such as this, keeping calm and allowing your enemies to come to you first is important. Let the sensations come to you, Ichigo, don't try to force them on yourself. I'll teach you, Ichigo, to be more careful of just what you do and to have just a little more faith in what we are and the strength that we possess.

'We're not leaving you anytime soon, Ichigo. So throw away your fears first and foremost.'

...

'Do you trust me, Ichi-Koi? Then close your eyes.' Ichiru implored softly, gentle fingertips tracing against the now closed lids of Ichigo's eyes as he pressed a lingering kiss against the fluttering lids. Murmuring soothingly into long orange locks to quell the rapid rise of Ichigo's stuttering breaths at his actions, Ichiru pressed his lips against a furrowed brow tenderly. 'Relax, Ichigo. I'm right here. Just trust me.' The orangette shuddered under the softly purred words, quivering against the racing sensual touches as he nodded his consent with a soft moan for more at the pleasure the trust between them ignited within his heart.

His breath was spiking rapidly in his chest; the teen crying out when his world suddenly shifted around him and he was pulled from his place on the floor to sprawl between Ichiru's parted thighs and lap instead. Warm hands instantly coming up to catch his shoulders effortlessly, halting Ichigo's fall before two foreheads could collide or either of them could get hurt in the tumble. Ichigo, too shocked at the action, felt his brown eyes snapping open in fright again. But Ichiru merely closed them with two gentle and well controlled fingertips. His teeth tugging harshly at the shell of Ichigo's ear in warning of his trespass as he suddenly, and unexpectedly, forced a moan from the orangette's throat by pressing the tip of a blue tongue wetly into an ear canal.

'I-Ichiru...w-what're you—!' Ichigo cried, trying to pull away from his beloved in a squirm but fingertips captured the long strands of his orange hair to keep him in place. Forcing him to straddle the Second King's lap firmly as a warm arm wound around his waist to keep him steady.

'Ah, ah~! Koi, keep those eyes shut.' Ichiru reprimanded teasingly, deft fingertips loosening the obi from around Ichigo's waist before binding his eyes shut against the moonlight streaming warmly into their shared chambers. Completely sealing off his consort's sense of sight and working to enhance his sense of hearing, smell and touch in response. 'This is a lesson in trust and control, Ichigo. You need to trust what your instincts tell you first and foremost, not what your mind is guessing at. You need to control you reactions to taunts and petty words. Because I know, right before you nearly lost it today, your heart already told you that we were all fine. That you would know if one of us were hurt.' Ichiru pointed out calmly, shifting his thigh upwards to press between Ichigo's kneeling legs. At Ichigo's reluctant nod of acknowledgment against a warm chest though, there was a press of warm lips against his forehead tenderly to settle his hitched breaths and guilty emotions.

'Relax, Ichigo. Just feel, don't think.' No matter how much Ichigo wanted to deny it, wanted to justify his panicked response earlier, Ichiru's words were all true. There had been a single second that his soul had already told him his beloveds were fine, that the bonds binding them eternally together had not wavered an inch. But at the mere thought of one of them being hurt or dying...Ichigo had just snapped and it hadn't been something he had been able to control at all. Even when no one got hurt, and he hadn't lost control completely, there had still been consequences to his actions. Like Ichigo not being able to stop himself being called back into his mind, causing Ichiru unnecessary distress by pushing him into dreams and nightmares that had him calling out so hauntingly that Ichigo could still feel his beloved's unease streaking across his skin...

It was distressing, even hurt, as Ichigo shivered deeply at the gentle but calloused fingertips pushing his yukata away from his shoulders. Breathing softly in bliss at the sensual, teasing caress of silk pooling on the floor and around his sensitized thighs and hips coolly. A warm palm coming to rest against Ichigo's chest to measure the beat of his heart and a sly tongue traced expertly against the frantically beating pulse point of his neck. Tasting the warming skin, worrying the flesh tenderly between scraping teeth...Ichigo's arms blindly reached upwards to press his hands against the back of Ichiru's head to keep that pleasured mouth sucking and biting at his skin right where it was.

'Ichi..Ichiru!' Ichigo called softly in panting breaths; his back arching against the touch as it threw a wild splay of orange locks around their forms sensually. Soft strands tickling Ichigo's naked back, sticking to the sweat that was starting to gather against his spine as he rocked forward to bring himself blindly closer to Ichiru's warmth surrounding him so wholly. He was shuddering at the sly fingernails trailing a path of sensitized fire against his chest, stomach and hips before they came to rest against the inside of his sensitive thigh. Stroking the flesh tenderly, drawing nonsensical patterns of pleasure there as Ichigo felt a deep and dark licentious fire begin to saturate his blood rapidly.

Ichiru was easily teasing the trembling flesh with gentle strokes of long fingers, causing a breathy wail of pleasure to resound from cherry red lips when they suddenly curled firmly around the base of Ichigo's half hard cock to bring it into full hardness. The older being was constantly chasing up Ichigo's need for more as he silenced the moans that were becoming increasingly louder the more that he teased the flesh and sensitive head with expert stokes and scraping nails. His more experienced tongue forcing slick, red lips apart to erotically tangle their tongues together and swallow the rising cries and mewls of pleasure that was starting to saturate the air in a heady promise for more. He pulled his hand away as punishment however, when Ichigo's cries became too loud.

Ichiru knew full well that he had to keep Ichigo moderately quiet before he awakened his two other beloveds as well.

'Shhh...Koi, you're too loud. You're going to wake Ryuu and Hichigo.' Ichiru warned, pressing his lips against Ichigo's again to seal his stifled moans of pleasure as he buried his fingers in bright orange locks defiantly to tug at the fiery locks in warning. 'I'm not done talking, Ichigo, so listen carefully before I grant you what you seek. Your heart will always inform you if one of us is emotionally or physically in distress. The harsher the conditions, the more painful the sensations tugging at your soul will become. Where I promise you, Ichi, you will know instantly if something like the Shinigami told you has happened. Don't jump to conclusions like before, keep calm and trust us, Ichigo. We will always keep you close, always keep your heart even closer because you gave us your very soul to protect for eternity.' Ichiru whispered soothingly, brushing stray strands of orange that had fallen into Ichigo's blindfolded eyes aside as he pressed a lingering kiss to the rapidly reddening cheeks and the brushstrokes of red peeking out just beneath the tied obi.

'Give me your hands, please. Remember, trust me, Ichigo. It's going to feel a bit overwhelming and frightening, but bear with me...that's a good boy.' Ichiru praised softly as Ichigo found himself effortlessly obeying his Mei-Ou's request. Bringing up his hands just for his wrists to be bound securely with another obi as Ichiru whispered soothingly in his ear, warm lips slipping over the fingertips of his left hand as a reward. His action instantly drew a soft gasp from Ichigo's lungs as a soft, warm tongue traced the pads of his fore finger and pointer finger; wetting them and chasing a sheer and heady arousal through Ichigo's veins when such a simple task became unexpectedly erotic and arousing for him. Enough so that Ichigo moaned lowly, leaning forward for more support as that tongue traced his fingers one for one, slicking up the surface with cool saliva before pulling away, leaving behind what Ichigo was sure, was a string of wetness that still connected his fingertips to Ichiru's tongue.

'Does it feel good, Koi?' Ichiru asked softly, his own slicked fingertips trailing up Ichigo's thigh to suddenly press one of them deep inside the orangette now that he created a suitable distraction. He still sealed Ichigo's lips with his hand to stifle the cry of surprise when bound hands suddenly curled in his dishevelled yukata to ground the teen against the raging sensations. Ichigo, sufficiently startled at the sudden intrusion, could only hook his bound wrists around Ichiru's neck as implored and leaned against a strong chest. The edges of Ichiru's yukata brushing teasingly against sensitive nipples and the shivering skin of his abdomen as teeth suddenly dug into his shoulder; grounding Ichigo and bracing him when another finger joined the first to begin stretching his entrance for something much bigger.

'We're working on your control, Koi, remember. As much as I love hearing all your beautiful cries for more or the sweet way my name rolls off your tongue, you need to keep quiet, Ichigo. Or else Hichigo and Ryuu are going to wake up and right now, you're already far too exhausted to accommodate them too...' Ichiru purred into the shell of a dainty ear as Ichigo nodded dazedly. He was already swimming through a deep and dark haze of dazed pleasure, finding his hips rocking against the intrusion of two fingers as lips sealed over his nipple and bit down suddenly. Ichigo arched back, orange locks splaying sensually against his back as he somehow managed to stifle his cry of rapture by biting deeply into his bottom lip.

Exhaustedly resting his chin against Ichiru's head as he was manoeuvred to sit up a bit straighter for a lazy blue tongue to trace scorchingly against the skin of his abdomen, Ichigo eagerly leaned towards his beloved and ran a pink tongue across his suddenly dry lips. A rapid spread of darkened crimson traced deeply across his nose and cheeks as he breathed in rising difficulty. Where Ichigo found, that if he could keep his breaths controlled, drawing in one calming breath after another despite the sheer rapture clawing incessantly at his gut, his moans did not spill outwards so headily and loudly.

'What do you want, Ichigo-Koi?' Ichiru whispered tenderly, adding the last of his fingers as Ichigo's struggling breaths rushed across the top of his head in rising bliss.

'M-more...m-more...Onegai (2*) Ichiru...' Ichigo pleaded, obediently following Ichiru's guiding hands on his hips as something much larger pressed against him. Sharp nails suddenly and painfully scraping against Ichiru's back when a single heady thrust buried his beloved's straining arousal deep inside of him. Pressing into Ichigo harshly and unexpectedly when he felt his breath hitching painfully within his chest, his teeth biting harshly at the skin of what he assumed was a shoulder as a sudden rush of pain exploded up his spine. The orange haired consort shuddered deeply at the feeling of his heart picking up an unnaturally fast rhythm as it seemed to expand...seeking to drag his beloved back into him as he moaned lowly and deeply. Ichiru's hands tracing heatedly up a spine, pulling long orange hair over Ichigo's shoulder as he kept still to allow his Koi time to find himself through the sudden haze of euphoria and rising rapture.

'Ichiru...' Ichigo whimpered softly, impatiently shifting his hips when the rising need for something more substantial than just staying still began to flood through his soul. 'Please...' The orangette pleaded, feeling the tears of frustration that had squeezed past his lids at the sudden and heady pain, soaking into the obi tied across his eyes. Droplets of sweat was trailing sensually down his jaw just for a warm tongue to swipe them away as Ichigo arched away and rocked forward again. Feeling his cheeks only darkening when a tongue was suddenly pushing into his ear canal again, setting up a strange flop in Ichigo's stomach as the coil of rapture within him began to tighten inevitably. A moan, stifled against Ichiru's shoulder, spilling past his lips when Ichiru suddenly guided Ichigo's hips upwards and allowed gravity to pull him downwards headily. Showing Ichigo how to move himself as he curled his arms around Ichigo's hips in support.

'Like this, Koi, I'm giving you control.' Ichiru whispered soothingly, even through a stuttered breath as Ichigo began to set his own pace now that he had been shown the way. 'Don't be afraid to take control, Ichigo. Take your pleasure, beloved. When you falter...I shall help you...ask and I shall give...but never be afraid just because you cannot see me or your senses have been narrowed.' Ichigo whimpered softly, allowing his rising pleasure to guide him through his movements as he shifted his hips to change the angle and called out when the head of Ichiru's arousal brushed something deeply pleasurable inside of him. Toes curled, sheer pleasure sending sparks of white dancing in front of his closed eyes as Ichiru's fingers suddenly wound in his long orange locks and pulled his head back. Warm lips sliding over his when a heady trust upwards had Ichigo wanting to scream his climbing need.

It was near impossible, Ichigo could hardly concentrate long enough to take his pleasure and when it became too much, he pleaded with his lover for help. Feeling a rush starting to build and sing through his veins when nothing but praise whispered past his beloved's lips, grazing his ears as Ichigo tightened his grip against the back of a pale neck to keep his balance. Never once feeling an inkling of fear when he was suddenly pulled from his perch and laid against the solid surface of the ground again, pushing his beloved's arousal deeply inside of him as Ichigo felt his hand being pinned above his head.

'Ichi-ru...Ichiru! Please!' Ichigo cried, arching back against the floor even as he felt his new position tugging harshly at his long orange locks and a haze of sheer pleasure completely engulfed him. Ichigo was losing his mind, somehow managing just enough, to reach that deep pit of self control inside of him to keep his moans as quiet as possible even when he wanted nothing more than to scream his pleasure. And when Ichiru leant down to nibble against the shell of his ear, a tongue tracing his ear tenderly, Ichigo felt that heady coil having built to a tight and restrictive bind within him, snap in a an instant with only four little words streaking against his skin.

'Come for me, Ichigo.' And come Ichigo did. His heady shout of rapture stifled against his beloved's lips as Ichigo's entire mind seemed to implode in on itself. His limbs trembling and tensing through the heady and overwhelming rush of deep and dark pleasure. A sheer, blinding white exploded behind his bound eyelids as every imaginable colour, every single possible sensation traced deeply against his soul. Ichigo's back bowing in a sensual arch to gather every single touch of completed love and bliss tracing against his skin. Ichiru's every emotion and affection was filling the orange haired consort's soul, his fingers scratching against warm flesh with bound hands as several hitched sobs lodged itself in his throat. His lovers name was falling headily past cherry red lips in a mere whisper as Ichigo was only hazily aware of his own name brushing against the skin of his chest before something scorching hot and wet released deeply within him.

His sheer pleasure managing to drag his beloved into the heights of uncontrollable rapture along with him without even meaning to.

'Ichiru...' Ichigo murmured, panting for breath as he felt his entire world shifting around him. Where Ichigo swore that his heart was connected directly to Ichiru's, and for only a brief second, Ichigo saw the fears and concerns that had plagued his beloved disappear as he fell limp against the plush carpet in utter exhaustion. Breathing a soft sigh of relief when fingertips loosened the obi from around his eyes and Ichigo dazedly fluttered open his gold and black orbs, smiling softly in bliss at the smirk of satisfaction that curled at his beloved's lips as he reached gentle fingertips forward to untied Ichigo's bound wrist and brought them towards his lips for a brief kiss. A blue tongue soothing across the slightly reddened flesh to urge the blood flow back before Ichigo was surprised to find himself moving away from his spot on the floor to curl closer to Ichiru's inherent warmth spreading so completely around him.

'You did so well, Koi.' Ichiru said softly, sitting up to help throw Ichigo's yukata over his shoulders after he had dutifully lapped away at the evidence of Ichigo's release that had spread across his stomach and wiped away the rest that had splattered against his own form. Easily picking Ichigo up, he helped the dazed consort back towards the edge of the bed they had fallen from earlier. The Dark King knowing instinctively that his beloved was tired as he was leaning against Ichiru's chest. Newly revealed chocolate brown eyes fluttering shut as the orangette clutched at Ichiru's yukata to bring them closer when they finally slipped beneath the sheets once more. His actions causing a sly smirk to curl at pale lips when Ichigo burrowed himself beneath the sheets and curled warmly against Ichiru's chest in search of comfort.

'I love you, Ichiru.' Ichigo whispered softly, leaning eagerly into the touch of warm lips pressing against the top of his head as his heady and near overwhelming press of post-orgasmic bliss rushed through his veins and pulled him into an exhausted and deep sleep. Where he would forever remain safely curled up in the arms of his beloved. His soul now finally satisfied that he had soothed away not only Ichiru's fears and dark dreams, but his own misgivings about the memories he was starting to regain at a slow pace. Ichigo was only vaguely aware of the returned endearment whispered against the top of his head before he drifted off into a deeply contended state, sighing softly when two other presences began to shift closer to his form again now that he had returned.

Neither of the two beloveds however, were quite aware of the curious golden eyes that had snapped open at the feeling of the bed shifting late into the approach of midnight, or the pair of narrowed golden eyes set upon a sea of black sclera that had been awakened by the stifled and heady cries of erotic pleasure and sensual enjoyment from his consort. A deadly smirk passed Hichigo's lips as he crept closer to the two that had snuck back into bed guiltily. Winding his fingers in long orange locks and around a thin waist as they remained completely unaware that he had heard most of what had transpired. And when morning came, well...claiming Ichigo for a round by himself didn't sound like a bad idea for the start of a new day, as the eldest of the three triplets and the First King of Hueco Mundo shivered at the thought and began saving his desires for the inevitable.

1* - Tanma Otoshi – Time-Out Drop, is a kido that knocks out the opponent, used by Shinji when he sent Ichigo to face his hollow in the Manga and Anime.

2* - Onegai – Please(it's always nice to say please...)

Ok, that's it for all my notes. Thank you for everyone who has read and I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Just a note for my more perverted readers, there will be at least one lemon in the next chapter if not two, knowing that I have to include Ryuu and his fun time too...

A little preview...let's see...Hichigo x Ichigo in the throne room – a play on power. And Ryuu x Ichigo in the kitchens – chocolate and pure jealousy.

Well that's it from me. Thanks again for reading, now I'm off for some sleep and hot chocolate.

Ja Ne

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