Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Forbidden Kiss ❯ Say What?! ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: MibuWolf 
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.03.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 1.6K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.03.2008 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 1.6K | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach; Tite Kubo does and apparently he's more of a fan than we could ever be. Alright, I'll give him that but I'm still borrowing his characters for hot man sex. Oh yeah ^_-
Author's Note: This story is dedicated to the infinetly lovely Ms. thorn Cordelia. You are my inspiration, baby! lol
To all you reviewers, thank you. Yes, I know that Byakuya and Ichigo were out of character and I will try my best to keep them as they are in the manga. Stay tuned at the end of this chappie for more blah blah blahs. Peace out.
Warnings for this Chapter: gay sex, rimming, and ALLEGED rape (well, damn if that doesn't give a way something! ^_^*)
Chapter Two- Say What?!
Ichigo bounced on Byakuya's bed, a petulant scowl lingering on his lush mouth. His arms lay crossed against his bare chest, completing the pissed-off look that so frequently trademarked his face. The captain of the sixth company lounged in a high-backed desk chair, totally engrossed in his mountain of paperwork. Things had yet to get done if he was ever going to get a chance to relax.
Minutes ticked by on the overhead clock and Ichigo sighed. He fidgeted on the bed, making sure to create sporadic noises as the silence progressed. Byakuya licked his long finger and turned a page of his endless paper pile, quickly erasing the hopeful look that the reaper shot him. Five more minutes passed and finally Ichigo exploded.
“Aww, fuck you very much! I'm gettin' out of this shit shack. I'd get more action from a eunuch pineapple!”
Byakuya raised an eyebrow at the odd euphemism, setting his work down carefully on the encompassing desk. “Whatever do you mean?”
Ichigo flung the bedsheet off of his lap and shot out of the king-sized bed, tripping over the nearby lamp.
“Son of a bitch!”
The captain stretched, lacing his fingers together and placing them behind his head. * This should be good. *
The strawberry bent down to pick up his sweatpants, giving Byakuya a fine view of his tight ass. He licked his lips appreciatively, feeling himself harden in the tight confines of his hakama.
Ichigo straightened up and placed his hand on his hip, one still firmly grasping the pants. He shot Byakuya a look that could have frozen Hell but surprisingly made him even more hot under the collar.
“You've only fucked me once this week and every other day has been filled with this stupid work shit ya do. What about me?” The Strawberry blushed lightly, tongue still tangling on such suggestive words. In any other circumstance he had the mouth of a drunken sailor but when it came to matters of the flesh…
Byakuya forced himself to remain impassive. “What about you?” He watched his beautiful lover flush the color of pale sakura and smirked to himself. He was so easy to get riled up.
Ichigo froze at that and dropped his pants back onto the wooden floorboards. Several moments passed before his captain's words registered. He gritted his teeth and forced a smile onto his lips. “Okay, fine. Maybe I'll just go satisfy myself with… um…” he thought quickly. “With- with Renji! Yeah, that stallion could fill me up more than you ever could.”
The strawberry proceeded on, carefully avoiding the look of intense rage sure to be on the man's face. His intent was jealousy so, he didn't want to chicken out too soon.
“No, maybe I'll go screw Gin, too!” He shuddered inwardly at the thought of the pedo-smile that permanently seemed etched on the man's face. Hell, that man was just… weird.
“Why stop there? I want to be totally full of Shuuhei's hot… erm… cum! Yeah, that's it! I want his and all theirs too. You could never satisfy me, anyway!” Ichigo crossed his arms, his face burning hot with the blatant lie. Like Byakuya would ever care enough to fall for that.
The captain grasped the edge of the chair so hard that it splintered and crumbled to dust in his hands. Ichigo felt himself getting aroused, despite the severity of the situation. He had wanted to make his man mad…
Byakuya leaped out of his seat and kicked it across the room, slamming it into the desk. Papers flew in every direction, causing a whirlwind of annuals and team strategies to smother the air. He stalked over to Ichigo and grasped him by the chin. His teeth glinted white as a snarl crossed the man's normally stoic features.
“Shuuhei? Renji? GIN?! You would dare let those degenerates touch you?” He traced a finger slowly around the reaper's mouth. “Defile you?” He breathed hot air against his slender neck. “Fuck you?”
The strawberry whimpered against the deceptive caresses, punching his hips forward seeking something- anything. His thrusts were met by empty air. He shook his head, desperate to clear the fuzzy sensation of desire. No! This wasn't HIS fault… It was Byakuya's. He only wanted him when HE was in the mood. Damn that man!
Ichigo tore himself away from the immensely arousing, infinitely irritating captain. Byakuya growled deep in his throat and took a menacing step forward. “ `I'm not enough for you', you say? I can't fill you up? We shall see, my little slut.”
The reaper gulped fearfully and took a step back, feeling himself back into a wall. Shit. There was nowhere to run. The man pressed himself into the boy's trembling body, bringing one arm to rest possessively just above his head. He ground his swollen hard-on into Ichigo's thin hips, drawing a sweet gasp from his lips.
Byakuya picked him up and tossed him onto the bed, quickly covering him with his own body. “I won't let you escape my little rabbit. We shall soon see who is the far better lover.” He kicked open the dresser that stood conveniently next to huge bed, leaning over to remove two sets of handcuffs and a strip of black cloth. He would have to thank Renji later for forcing him to keep the party favors from one of Aizen's yearly bachelor parties.
Ichigo struggled uselessly under the captain's solid body. If he didn't escape soon, who knew what the jealous man would do. And why the hell was he fishing in the damn drawers?
He heard Byakuya give a satisfied snort and kick the drawers closed. The man's face appeared back over his own, this time with a victorious smirk on his generous mouth.
He grasped one of Ichigo's slender wrists in his steady grip and snapped the heavy metal cuff over one.
“What the fu-mmph!?” He brought his lips down on the reaper's own startled ones and stopped the flow of protests. His tongue probed the boy's soft lips, insistent upon entrance. Ichigo moaned and opened his mouth, nearly creaming himself when Byakuya's dominating appendage made contact with his own. He suckled on the captain's tongue hungrily, barely noticing when the man snapped the other cuff on his left wrist and fastened both to the bedposts.
The strawberry mewled in protest as Byakuya released his swollen lips. He licked the neglected mouth once before pulling away and reaching for the cloth.
Ichigo's haze cleared enough for him to notice his sudden confinement and he struggled against the cuffs. His hips rose up off the bed and he cried out, “What the hell is this?! What am I, your fucking prisoner? When I get out of here, I swear, you're ass is mine!”
Byakuya stopped unknotting the cloth for a second to smirk confidently down at a flustered reaper. “Oh no, my little one. That's where you're wrong. Your ass is mine and soon to be Renji's, Shuuhei's, and Gin's.” He grinned wickedly as Ichigo sweat-dropped.
“Wha-what?! But I thought…” The captain chuckled and leaned down to tie the cloth securely around the confused young man's head. He placed a gentle kiss against the side of Ichigo's mouth.
*~*~* *~*~*
“This way, men. And remember what I told you: One at a time, no kissing, no talking, and absolutely no cumming inside of him.”
That was Byakuya's voice. Ichigo shivered in fear of the darkness caressing his lids, hindering him from seeing this assault on his person. If he could only see then he could prepare himself for what was to come.
He heard footsteps and felt the bed dip lower as someone settled next to him. “Bya- Byakuya?” His voice quaked in fear as he desperately tried to locate the captain's presence.
“Byakuya, please!” Cold fingers pressed against his trembling lips, silencing his plea for his lover. The fingers traced the outline of his lips and slid down to the slender column of his throat, encircling it. He felt his pulse quicken as equally chilly lips pressed harshly into the side of his neck. The unknown man suckled heavily on the skin just over his throat, probably leaving a hickey. The thought of any other man but his captain leaving a mark on him made him feel sick. Why was Byakuya allowing this to happen?
The man trailed his other hand down Ichigo's chest, stopping just short of his nipples. He grasped one between two fingers and tugged harshly. The sharp pain caused him to gasp and tears welled up behind the dark cloth.
“No please… don't. Byakuya!” His breath caught in his throat as the same fingers ghosted over the abused nipple, filling him with unwanted pleasure. The man stopped sucking on his throat and pulled back for a second. Was he finally stopping? Nope, there he was again. The man grasped each side of Ichigo's thighs and spread them apart, exposing him. The thought that his man might be watching him caused his cock to swell to half-mast.
There was another dip in the bed and wet warmth closed over the head of his cock. He bucked frantically as a strange sucking sensation traveled along his length. Was this man… blowing him? He had never experienced this before; had only heard of it in urban myth-like style from his classmates.
The man took him farther into his throat and it constricted tightly around him. He whined at the overwhelming sensation. It felt so unbelievably good that he wanted to cry. The stranger removed his mouth from Ichigo's arousal and wrapped it snuggly in his firm grip. The hood surrounding his penis' head slid back and he felt the man give a tentative lick to the exposed slit. His hips bucked wildly off the bed and he gave a low sob. The man, obvious happy at discovering his most sensitive spot, continued licking the dripping tip.
“OhGawdOhGawdOhGawd! Mmm! Byakuya… so good! Need you. Oh please? Mmm!”
If there was ever a time that Ichigo craved his powerful captain the most, it was now. Fuck the argument. He was too horny to care at the moment. He thrashed wildly on the bed as the hot tongue traveled down to his balls, bathing it in liquid heat.
“Baby, do you know how precious you look?” That was Byakuya's voice. He sounded close; almost as if he were positioned right by his legs. Ichigo turned his head, blindly seeking out the voice.
The stranger, having stopped licking when Byakuya spoke, returned to his “task”, moving closer and closer to the reaper's opening. The hot appendage tapped lightly against his hole and circled it slowly. He felt hands spreading his cheeks apart and the eager tongue jammed home.
“FUCK!”
*~*~* *~*~*
Byakuya chuckled from his position next to his strawberry's tight hole. He drove his tongue farther into the eager opening, restraining the reaper's over-enthusiastic bucking. He ignored Ichigo's pleading whines and caressed his prostate with the tip of his tongue. Jackpot.
He got off the bed quickly and headed toward his closet. Somewhere in there were toys from the kink days of his youth. He opened the door as quietly as he could and began rummaging through several boxes. * Let's see… cockrings, no. Whip… not today. Aphrodisiacs, pfft! Like I'd ever need those. Vibrator…not yet. Medium sized, heat-emanating dildo… perfect. * He removed it from the box, speeding up his actions as he heard a questioning mewl from where Ichigo lay cuffed.
Flash-stepping back to the prone figure, he landed lightly on the bed. He caressed the strawberry's quivering entrance and slid in one finger. Ichigo bucked at the intrusion, obviously rejecting the feeling of a “stranger's” body part inside of him. So, it had been a bluff. With this reaction, there was no way that Ichigo had meant what he said about wanting those imbeciles' cocks. Even if he did, there had been no way in hell that he, Byakuya, would have allowed that to happen.
He slid in a second finger, scissoring the two gently. The hole softened into putty under his touch and added a couple more strokes for good measure. Ichigo's chest heaved, his nipples erect.
Byakuya grabbed the dildo in his free hand and coaxed his fingers slowly out of the greedy hole. He coated the realistic cock with lube and positioned it at his redhead's entrance. Bending over, the captain took the head of Ichigo's cock in his mouth and simultaneously thrust the dildo deep into his prostate.
The reaper screamed and Byakuya speared it repeatedly in and out of the tight hole. Ichigo gasped and flailed around on the bed. He struggled for breath as pleasure assaulted him from two different parts. The captain sped up his thrusts so that even the athletic boy couldn't keep up.
He mercilessly tongued the satin steel of the strawberry's cock and he wailed at the sensation. Unable to bear the strong sensations, Ichigo released into Byakuya's mouth. The captain swallowed it and grinned. * Now time for the interesting part. I'd best gird my loins. *
“Please, Byakuya! I'm s-sorry about what I said. D-don't let whoever this is… this man, keep touching me! Only you. I only want you!” Ichigo sobbed, tears falling visibly from behind the blindfold. His body trembled, all the while completely satisfied at this supposed stranger's actions.
Byakuya nuzzled his ear, pausing a moment to whisper softly, “What man?” He pulled off his blindfold and Ichigo silenced a moment, looking around.
“Where is Renji? A-and Gin?” Byakuya saw his baby's inner retreat at the thought of the odd, albino-esque captain touching him. He touched the redhead's face, wiping away a tear.
“Like I said… what man?”
He moved aside so Ichigo could see the empty room. The relief that crossed the reaper's face was immediately replaced by one of indignation.
“You mean that was YOU the whole time,” he shrieked. “And I was so fucking worried, you prick! How could you do that to me?!”
Byakuya shrugged and licked his lips. “You were the one who said you wanted to fuck those three. I was simply indulging briefly in your fantasy. Now, it is time for your true punishment.”
Ichigo squeaked. “P-punishment?” He squirmed fearfully on the bed. Damn these cuffs! “Why do I need punishment?”
Byakuya scowled. “Shall I quote you then? Ahem, `I want to be filled with Shuuhei's cum. I want his and all theirs too. You could never satisfy me, anyway!' Did you not say that?”
Ichigo blushed and hid his face in the pillow nestling his head. “It's not like I meant it… I was just mad,” came the muffled reply. He peeked his head out.
Byakuya snorted. “Oh, there's no way you're getting out of this punishment. By this time tomorrow you'll soon see if I can satisfy you with my cum or not.”
He grinned wickedly.
*~*~* *~*~*
“No more,” Ichigo sobbed, clutching his slightly rounded belly. It protruded slightly like that of a pregnant maiden in her third month.
“Oh gawd, please. I'm so full.”
Byakuya smirked as he tilted Ichigo's hips toward the ceiling, carefully removing the butt plug. If he wasn't careful, the last several hours he had spent fucking the irresistible strawberry would be for naught. He had shot load after load of release into the thoroughly used reaper, making sure to insert a butt plug after each “session”. His baby was so full of his cum that he would never be able to get him out.
“I told you, did I not?” He fell down, exhausted on top of Ichigo. “I'm way better than all those fools combined.”
Ichigo whimpered and nodded, yawning sleepily.
Byakuya smiled down at him and slid next to him in the bed. “I'll remove that butt plug tomorrow morning. I think you've learned your lesson. Tomorrow shall be interesting.” He closed his eyes and soon fell into an exhausted sleep.
Ichigo lay awake for a few more moments, thinking before leaning over to turn off the lamplight and set the alarm clock. He smirked to himself and closed his eyes. If he had his way, tomorrow WOULD be interesting. Byakuya had his punishment coming. Oh, indeed he did
*~*~* *~*~*
Author's note: Okay, so I apparently wrote more this chapter than I did last chapter. Whoopdy-doo. ^_- Lol. Here's something interesting: While at this chapter's half-way mark, Idecided to turn on the TV and on came “The Animal” with Rob Shnieder. I was at the seen where he saw the foxy woman coming down the sidewalk and started humping the mailbox. All that came to mind was Ichigo and Byakuya's intense attraction for each other.
Okay, question time! How do you readers feel about making this an Mpreg fiction? I thought that would be kind of cool… oh, oh! And another question: If Byakuya and Ichigo were to ever have a threesome, who would you all want it to be. I'll take votes. Thanks for reading!
Author's Note: This story is dedicated to the infinetly lovely Ms. thorn Cordelia. You are my inspiration, baby! lol
To all you reviewers, thank you. Yes, I know that Byakuya and Ichigo were out of character and I will try my best to keep them as they are in the manga. Stay tuned at the end of this chappie for more blah blah blahs. Peace out.
Warnings for this Chapter: gay sex, rimming, and ALLEGED rape (well, damn if that doesn't give a way something! ^_^*)
Chapter Two- Say What?!
Ichigo bounced on Byakuya's bed, a petulant scowl lingering on his lush mouth. His arms lay crossed against his bare chest, completing the pissed-off look that so frequently trademarked his face. The captain of the sixth company lounged in a high-backed desk chair, totally engrossed in his mountain of paperwork. Things had yet to get done if he was ever going to get a chance to relax.
Minutes ticked by on the overhead clock and Ichigo sighed. He fidgeted on the bed, making sure to create sporadic noises as the silence progressed. Byakuya licked his long finger and turned a page of his endless paper pile, quickly erasing the hopeful look that the reaper shot him. Five more minutes passed and finally Ichigo exploded.
“Aww, fuck you very much! I'm gettin' out of this shit shack. I'd get more action from a eunuch pineapple!”
Byakuya raised an eyebrow at the odd euphemism, setting his work down carefully on the encompassing desk. “Whatever do you mean?”
Ichigo flung the bedsheet off of his lap and shot out of the king-sized bed, tripping over the nearby lamp.
“Son of a bitch!”
The captain stretched, lacing his fingers together and placing them behind his head. * This should be good. *
The strawberry bent down to pick up his sweatpants, giving Byakuya a fine view of his tight ass. He licked his lips appreciatively, feeling himself harden in the tight confines of his hakama.
Ichigo straightened up and placed his hand on his hip, one still firmly grasping the pants. He shot Byakuya a look that could have frozen Hell but surprisingly made him even more hot under the collar.
“You've only fucked me once this week and every other day has been filled with this stupid work shit ya do. What about me?” The Strawberry blushed lightly, tongue still tangling on such suggestive words. In any other circumstance he had the mouth of a drunken sailor but when it came to matters of the flesh…
Byakuya forced himself to remain impassive. “What about you?” He watched his beautiful lover flush the color of pale sakura and smirked to himself. He was so easy to get riled up.
Ichigo froze at that and dropped his pants back onto the wooden floorboards. Several moments passed before his captain's words registered. He gritted his teeth and forced a smile onto his lips. “Okay, fine. Maybe I'll just go satisfy myself with… um…” he thought quickly. “With- with Renji! Yeah, that stallion could fill me up more than you ever could.”
The strawberry proceeded on, carefully avoiding the look of intense rage sure to be on the man's face. His intent was jealousy so, he didn't want to chicken out too soon.
“No, maybe I'll go screw Gin, too!” He shuddered inwardly at the thought of the pedo-smile that permanently seemed etched on the man's face. Hell, that man was just… weird.
“Why stop there? I want to be totally full of Shuuhei's hot… erm… cum! Yeah, that's it! I want his and all theirs too. You could never satisfy me, anyway!” Ichigo crossed his arms, his face burning hot with the blatant lie. Like Byakuya would ever care enough to fall for that.
The captain grasped the edge of the chair so hard that it splintered and crumbled to dust in his hands. Ichigo felt himself getting aroused, despite the severity of the situation. He had wanted to make his man mad…
Byakuya leaped out of his seat and kicked it across the room, slamming it into the desk. Papers flew in every direction, causing a whirlwind of annuals and team strategies to smother the air. He stalked over to Ichigo and grasped him by the chin. His teeth glinted white as a snarl crossed the man's normally stoic features.
“Shuuhei? Renji? GIN?! You would dare let those degenerates touch you?” He traced a finger slowly around the reaper's mouth. “Defile you?” He breathed hot air against his slender neck. “Fuck you?”
The strawberry whimpered against the deceptive caresses, punching his hips forward seeking something- anything. His thrusts were met by empty air. He shook his head, desperate to clear the fuzzy sensation of desire. No! This wasn't HIS fault… It was Byakuya's. He only wanted him when HE was in the mood. Damn that man!
Ichigo tore himself away from the immensely arousing, infinitely irritating captain. Byakuya growled deep in his throat and took a menacing step forward. “ `I'm not enough for you', you say? I can't fill you up? We shall see, my little slut.”
The reaper gulped fearfully and took a step back, feeling himself back into a wall. Shit. There was nowhere to run. The man pressed himself into the boy's trembling body, bringing one arm to rest possessively just above his head. He ground his swollen hard-on into Ichigo's thin hips, drawing a sweet gasp from his lips.
Byakuya picked him up and tossed him onto the bed, quickly covering him with his own body. “I won't let you escape my little rabbit. We shall soon see who is the far better lover.” He kicked open the dresser that stood conveniently next to huge bed, leaning over to remove two sets of handcuffs and a strip of black cloth. He would have to thank Renji later for forcing him to keep the party favors from one of Aizen's yearly bachelor parties.
Ichigo struggled uselessly under the captain's solid body. If he didn't escape soon, who knew what the jealous man would do. And why the hell was he fishing in the damn drawers?
He heard Byakuya give a satisfied snort and kick the drawers closed. The man's face appeared back over his own, this time with a victorious smirk on his generous mouth.
He grasped one of Ichigo's slender wrists in his steady grip and snapped the heavy metal cuff over one.
“What the fu-mmph!?” He brought his lips down on the reaper's own startled ones and stopped the flow of protests. His tongue probed the boy's soft lips, insistent upon entrance. Ichigo moaned and opened his mouth, nearly creaming himself when Byakuya's dominating appendage made contact with his own. He suckled on the captain's tongue hungrily, barely noticing when the man snapped the other cuff on his left wrist and fastened both to the bedposts.
The strawberry mewled in protest as Byakuya released his swollen lips. He licked the neglected mouth once before pulling away and reaching for the cloth.
Ichigo's haze cleared enough for him to notice his sudden confinement and he struggled against the cuffs. His hips rose up off the bed and he cried out, “What the hell is this?! What am I, your fucking prisoner? When I get out of here, I swear, you're ass is mine!”
Byakuya stopped unknotting the cloth for a second to smirk confidently down at a flustered reaper. “Oh no, my little one. That's where you're wrong. Your ass is mine and soon to be Renji's, Shuuhei's, and Gin's.” He grinned wickedly as Ichigo sweat-dropped.
“Wha-what?! But I thought…” The captain chuckled and leaned down to tie the cloth securely around the confused young man's head. He placed a gentle kiss against the side of Ichigo's mouth.
*~*~* *~*~*
“This way, men. And remember what I told you: One at a time, no kissing, no talking, and absolutely no cumming inside of him.”
That was Byakuya's voice. Ichigo shivered in fear of the darkness caressing his lids, hindering him from seeing this assault on his person. If he could only see then he could prepare himself for what was to come.
He heard footsteps and felt the bed dip lower as someone settled next to him. “Bya- Byakuya?” His voice quaked in fear as he desperately tried to locate the captain's presence.
“Byakuya, please!” Cold fingers pressed against his trembling lips, silencing his plea for his lover. The fingers traced the outline of his lips and slid down to the slender column of his throat, encircling it. He felt his pulse quicken as equally chilly lips pressed harshly into the side of his neck. The unknown man suckled heavily on the skin just over his throat, probably leaving a hickey. The thought of any other man but his captain leaving a mark on him made him feel sick. Why was Byakuya allowing this to happen?
The man trailed his other hand down Ichigo's chest, stopping just short of his nipples. He grasped one between two fingers and tugged harshly. The sharp pain caused him to gasp and tears welled up behind the dark cloth.
“No please… don't. Byakuya!” His breath caught in his throat as the same fingers ghosted over the abused nipple, filling him with unwanted pleasure. The man stopped sucking on his throat and pulled back for a second. Was he finally stopping? Nope, there he was again. The man grasped each side of Ichigo's thighs and spread them apart, exposing him. The thought that his man might be watching him caused his cock to swell to half-mast.
There was another dip in the bed and wet warmth closed over the head of his cock. He bucked frantically as a strange sucking sensation traveled along his length. Was this man… blowing him? He had never experienced this before; had only heard of it in urban myth-like style from his classmates.
The man took him farther into his throat and it constricted tightly around him. He whined at the overwhelming sensation. It felt so unbelievably good that he wanted to cry. The stranger removed his mouth from Ichigo's arousal and wrapped it snuggly in his firm grip. The hood surrounding his penis' head slid back and he felt the man give a tentative lick to the exposed slit. His hips bucked wildly off the bed and he gave a low sob. The man, obvious happy at discovering his most sensitive spot, continued licking the dripping tip.
“OhGawdOhGawdOhGawd! Mmm! Byakuya… so good! Need you. Oh please? Mmm!”
If there was ever a time that Ichigo craved his powerful captain the most, it was now. Fuck the argument. He was too horny to care at the moment. He thrashed wildly on the bed as the hot tongue traveled down to his balls, bathing it in liquid heat.
“Baby, do you know how precious you look?” That was Byakuya's voice. He sounded close; almost as if he were positioned right by his legs. Ichigo turned his head, blindly seeking out the voice.
The stranger, having stopped licking when Byakuya spoke, returned to his “task”, moving closer and closer to the reaper's opening. The hot appendage tapped lightly against his hole and circled it slowly. He felt hands spreading his cheeks apart and the eager tongue jammed home.
“FUCK!”
*~*~* *~*~*
Byakuya chuckled from his position next to his strawberry's tight hole. He drove his tongue farther into the eager opening, restraining the reaper's over-enthusiastic bucking. He ignored Ichigo's pleading whines and caressed his prostate with the tip of his tongue. Jackpot.
He got off the bed quickly and headed toward his closet. Somewhere in there were toys from the kink days of his youth. He opened the door as quietly as he could and began rummaging through several boxes. * Let's see… cockrings, no. Whip… not today. Aphrodisiacs, pfft! Like I'd ever need those. Vibrator…not yet. Medium sized, heat-emanating dildo… perfect. * He removed it from the box, speeding up his actions as he heard a questioning mewl from where Ichigo lay cuffed.
Flash-stepping back to the prone figure, he landed lightly on the bed. He caressed the strawberry's quivering entrance and slid in one finger. Ichigo bucked at the intrusion, obviously rejecting the feeling of a “stranger's” body part inside of him. So, it had been a bluff. With this reaction, there was no way that Ichigo had meant what he said about wanting those imbeciles' cocks. Even if he did, there had been no way in hell that he, Byakuya, would have allowed that to happen.
He slid in a second finger, scissoring the two gently. The hole softened into putty under his touch and added a couple more strokes for good measure. Ichigo's chest heaved, his nipples erect.
Byakuya grabbed the dildo in his free hand and coaxed his fingers slowly out of the greedy hole. He coated the realistic cock with lube and positioned it at his redhead's entrance. Bending over, the captain took the head of Ichigo's cock in his mouth and simultaneously thrust the dildo deep into his prostate.
The reaper screamed and Byakuya speared it repeatedly in and out of the tight hole. Ichigo gasped and flailed around on the bed. He struggled for breath as pleasure assaulted him from two different parts. The captain sped up his thrusts so that even the athletic boy couldn't keep up.
He mercilessly tongued the satin steel of the strawberry's cock and he wailed at the sensation. Unable to bear the strong sensations, Ichigo released into Byakuya's mouth. The captain swallowed it and grinned. * Now time for the interesting part. I'd best gird my loins. *
“Please, Byakuya! I'm s-sorry about what I said. D-don't let whoever this is… this man, keep touching me! Only you. I only want you!” Ichigo sobbed, tears falling visibly from behind the blindfold. His body trembled, all the while completely satisfied at this supposed stranger's actions.
Byakuya nuzzled his ear, pausing a moment to whisper softly, “What man?” He pulled off his blindfold and Ichigo silenced a moment, looking around.
“Where is Renji? A-and Gin?” Byakuya saw his baby's inner retreat at the thought of the odd, albino-esque captain touching him. He touched the redhead's face, wiping away a tear.
“Like I said… what man?”
He moved aside so Ichigo could see the empty room. The relief that crossed the reaper's face was immediately replaced by one of indignation.
“You mean that was YOU the whole time,” he shrieked. “And I was so fucking worried, you prick! How could you do that to me?!”
Byakuya shrugged and licked his lips. “You were the one who said you wanted to fuck those three. I was simply indulging briefly in your fantasy. Now, it is time for your true punishment.”
Ichigo squeaked. “P-punishment?” He squirmed fearfully on the bed. Damn these cuffs! “Why do I need punishment?”
Byakuya scowled. “Shall I quote you then? Ahem, `I want to be filled with Shuuhei's cum. I want his and all theirs too. You could never satisfy me, anyway!' Did you not say that?”
Ichigo blushed and hid his face in the pillow nestling his head. “It's not like I meant it… I was just mad,” came the muffled reply. He peeked his head out.
Byakuya snorted. “Oh, there's no way you're getting out of this punishment. By this time tomorrow you'll soon see if I can satisfy you with my cum or not.”
He grinned wickedly.
*~*~* *~*~*
“No more,” Ichigo sobbed, clutching his slightly rounded belly. It protruded slightly like that of a pregnant maiden in her third month.
“Oh gawd, please. I'm so full.”
Byakuya smirked as he tilted Ichigo's hips toward the ceiling, carefully removing the butt plug. If he wasn't careful, the last several hours he had spent fucking the irresistible strawberry would be for naught. He had shot load after load of release into the thoroughly used reaper, making sure to insert a butt plug after each “session”. His baby was so full of his cum that he would never be able to get him out.
“I told you, did I not?” He fell down, exhausted on top of Ichigo. “I'm way better than all those fools combined.”
Ichigo whimpered and nodded, yawning sleepily.
Byakuya smiled down at him and slid next to him in the bed. “I'll remove that butt plug tomorrow morning. I think you've learned your lesson. Tomorrow shall be interesting.” He closed his eyes and soon fell into an exhausted sleep.
Ichigo lay awake for a few more moments, thinking before leaning over to turn off the lamplight and set the alarm clock. He smirked to himself and closed his eyes. If he had his way, tomorrow WOULD be interesting. Byakuya had his punishment coming. Oh, indeed he did
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Author's note: Okay, so I apparently wrote more this chapter than I did last chapter. Whoopdy-doo. ^_- Lol. Here's something interesting: While at this chapter's half-way mark, Idecided to turn on the TV and on came “The Animal” with Rob Shnieder. I was at the seen where he saw the foxy woman coming down the sidewalk and started humping the mailbox. All that came to mind was Ichigo and Byakuya's intense attraction for each other.
Okay, question time! How do you readers feel about making this an Mpreg fiction? I thought that would be kind of cool… oh, oh! And another question: If Byakuya and Ichigo were to ever have a threesome, who would you all want it to be. I'll take votes. Thanks for reading!