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Seireitei Monogatari	By : Crya2Evans Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 62184 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Apparently, there is now some major effort going around to prosecute people who are writing underage characters into smutty situations. Or so my beta informs me. So to cover my ass, I make this statement.

All characters depicted in this fiction are of legal age. Therefore, in order to comply with this statement, the story is officially AU. This is the same for all of my fictions, fanfiction or otherwise.

Title: Never Been Kissed

Pairings: ByakuyaxIchigo

Characters: Byakuya, Rukia, Ichigo

Warning: Yaoi, OOC, Language

Words: 1,111

Description: Poor
Ichigo. He�d never been kissed in his life.

Disclaimer: Bleach does not belong to me. Tite Kubo has
that honor. I am merely borrowing without permission.

Ichigo was fascinated by
Byakuya�s lips. Out of everything about the somewhat cold man, they were the
most expressive. His anger, his irritation, his pleasure, all of it could
plainly be seen on those plump bits of flesh, usually set in a firm line and
embraced with impassivity.

He had wondered from time to
time what it would be like to kiss those lips. Whether the shinigami captain
would welcome the action or coldly dismiss him with eyes as warm as
Hyourinmaru. Would they be heated and pliable, parting slowly beneath his
touch?

Byakuya would have to take
the lead, of course. Having been married, Ichigo could only assume that the man
had at least kissed someone before.

Unlike Ichigo. Poor Ichigo.
He�d never been kissed in his life. Unless he wanted to count his mother�s
soft, doting touches to his forehead or his father�s rather terrifying attempts
at affection that only made him ball up his fist, reach way back, and knock the
life out of him. Not that it ever deterred Isshin in the slightest. His father
was much like a cockroach.�

Now, the very fact that he
stood on the edge of a field, watching the sixth division captain easily
disperse a hollow and internally wondering whether or not he should attempt to
kiss Byakuya should have disturbed him on some level. After all, despite his
vaguely feminine and downright pretty exterior, Byakuya was above all things a
man, and Ichigo never really took himself for the type of guy who went for
other men.

If it hadn�t been for Rukia,
he probably never would have even thought about it.

She had gotten it in her
mind one fine spring day that Ichigo scowled because he was lonely and was
lonely because he hadn�t met the right person. And in a grand gesture of her
usual genius, she had decided that the best way to resolve the issue was to
stick him with someone else who suffered from equal bouts of loneliness and
scowling� aka her brother.

She had smiled sweetly, eyes
darkened with a hint of danger that he should have recognized as she tilted her
head to the side. Her arm had threaded through his, and she had dragged him off
to some unknown location. He would later learn that she had deposited him off
on the edge of the field where Byakuya was fighting, only to disappear without
another word, leaving him gaping in confusion.

�You see,� she had chirped,
sounding treacherously serious. �Poor nii-sama hasn�t had sex in fifty years,
and you�ve never been kissed. You have something in common!�

Obviously, she had overheard
Ikkaku and Renji when they had been ruthlessly mocking Ichigo for his lack of
experience. He was fifteen, according to them, and should have at least made a
move on someone by now. Why not Orihime with her sweet smile and absurdly large
breasts? Why not Tatsuki, if he was into the whole she could kick his ass
thing? And if he was gay, Ishida seemed particularly receptive, if they
squinted.

Anyways, he never would have
even thought about kissing or Byakuya or any combination of the two, which
involved him staring at the sixth division captain�s lips with little subtlety,
if it hadn�t been for Rukia and her damn ideas. And now that it was in his
head, it wouldn�t leave, and he was staring, absolutely staring at the graceful
movements of Senbonzakura and wondering what it would be like if Byakuya kissed
him.�

He had also never expected
the noble man to take a trip down to Karakura for anything less than an
emergency, which the pitiful Hollow that he easily dispatched was not. Why
Byakuya was impassively watching one of the weakest Hollow�s Ichigo had ever
seen dissolve away as he slid his zanpakutou back into its sheath was a
mystery.

And why couldn�t he stop
staring at those lips?

They were pink, rose-colored
almost like a woman�s, and they looked soft, petal-soft as he once read
Shakespeare describe. He wondered what they would taste like. Rukia had said
that Byakuya liked spicy food.

Spicy. Hmm.

His skin prickled, and
Ichigo raised his gaze, startled to find that Byakuya was looking at him now,
his beautiful face strangely contemplative. Unconsciously, and overcome with
this strange desire to suddenly shunpo across the field and come through with
his secret wonder, he licked his lips.

Byakuya raised a brow.

Ichigo flushed redder than
his hair.

Byakuya disappeared.

Only to reappear directly in
front of the substitute shinigami, mere seconds later.

Something glittered in grey
eyes, and for a startling moment, Ichigo had the sudden and slightly worrisome
thought that maybe, just maybe, Rukia had shared the same conversation
with her brother that she had with Ichigo.�

He wondered if Byakuya was
wondering, too.

�Kurosaki Ichigo.� His voice
was empty, displaying no emotion.

�Byakuya.� He tilted his
head in greeting.

Byakuya stepped towards him.
Ichigo fought the urge to step back and battled with himself for the strange
desire to pull closer. Damn Rukia and her ideas. Damn Renji for his
suggestions. And damn himself for his stupid eyes wanting to zero in on
Byakuya�s stupid lips.

Which were moving�

Closer.

Ichigo blinked. A hand
settled on his shoulder, and then, lips were pressed to his.

He was right. They were
soft. And slightly shaky. Was the great Byakuya nervous? Maybe, just maybe, he
had been wondering, too.

The lips pressed further.
Ichigo leaned forward and pressed back. What was supposed to come next again?
And his hands, they were just dangling there all useless. Wasn�t he supposed to
do something with them, too?

Kissing was just too damn
hard. And spicy.

Ichigo wobbled a bit,
balanced so precariously, and to his horror, his teeth slid from between his
lips of their own accord, biting down none-too-gently on the great Kuchiki�s
bottom lip.

Brown eyes widened in
unrestrained embarrassment as heat suffused his cheeks when Byakuya drew back
from the kiss, a faintly bemused expression on his face if Ichigo actually
deigned to look hard enough. As it were, he was far too mortified, and it
showed.

�Uh...� He was at a loss for
words, surprisingly enough. His first kiss, and he had screwed it up. He could
just hear Renji and Ikkaku chortling now, imagining their back-breaking slaps
of torture and teasing. �I... uh... sorry. Didn�t mean to, um, bite you.� He
was starting to babble now, which was probably only making things worse.

�Kurosaki Ichigo.�

He raised his head.

�Uh... yeah?�

And Byakuya kissed him
again. His last thought was that Rukia would have been ecstatic.

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