Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Tales of a Broken Society ❯ Chapter 20

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing in front of him. It was…it couldn’t be. It was a dream come true if it was though, and he dearly wished it turned out to be real.

Moving over to the prone figure on the bed, he reached out one hand and slid it over the figures stomach, the only part that wasn’t covered by mint green ribbon, the color of his hair, or the giant strawberry looking bow over the figures groin and hips. It was true. It was a dream come true.

Ichigo Kurosaki was wrapped up in light icy green ribbon, tied to his bed with soft ropes of the same color, a small bow with strawberries all over it in his slightly dampened hair and a giant bow that was supposed to be a strawberry covering him. Was that…it was. It was a tag, attached to around his neck where another bow sat. Tugging on the bow, he slipped off the ribbon and finds a collar around Ichigos neck, sending a shot of pure lust straight through him.

“Taicho, hope you treat your new pet well. Don’t forget to give him plenty to drink and eat, enough exercise and lots of love, but stay firm in the face of the puppy eyes. Punish when necessary. The collar comes with this pet. So keep it and if you want to replace it, the receipt is in your bed side drawer with the rest of your presents. Some of the things that came from people, especially Kira and Momo. I think I blushed.

“Anyways, enjoy. We’ll see you no earlier then New Years Eve (Americas) for the festival, got it? Don’t worry, I have the paper work covered. Our third seat is helping me do it all so I don’t accidentally drop a brush down my shirt…again. Enjoy! Matsumoto. Thank you, Matsumoto,” he reads softly, smirking at Ichigo, who looked like he was starting to wake up slowly. Opening the drawer, he nearly came from all of the various packages. Sitting down, he separates out Ichigos ones, putting those into two piles. Ones that said to open alone, without him and the ones that didn’t have that warning.

He smiled at the notes that came from his friends, mostly fellow taichos and the fukutaichos. Opening them absently, he thinks back over how it came to be. He had a crush on the substitute shinigami for quite a while, having hit puberty about a year before the incident. During the ensuing months after, he had shot up to be around six feet even and was rather handsome. He had filled out, mostly due to the training that he did to get used to his new body and so he could be of help during the war.

During that time, Ichigo was bouncing between the two worlds, training his own powers and learning about the Shinigami. It was distracting, since he never seemed to grow any taller, only becoming more willowy, flexible and lean. His hips were what had draw Toshiros eyes. They way they swung when walking, or running, they way his ass was perfect. Not too small and wonderfully round, looking like a perfect handful for someone.

He went rather quickly from lust to crush to outright love for the substitute. It made him go nuts and drove Matsumoto up the wall with all of his sighing. She finally got him plastered and found what was happening that made him sigh so damn often and annoy her. He spilled, but unfortunately, he spilled at a party where nearly everyone was at. Apparently the people there had started to plot and gotten together to get the two of them together so that they could just finally fuck, or something. He snorted softly as he put aside a soft leather flogger and a good sized dildo from Yumichika, along with a list of suggestions on how to use both.

Looking up he sees blurry chocolate eyes looking at him. It looked like Ichigo was slightly plastered, but still knew enough to mewl softly at him. That one sound made Hitsugaya put all of the unwrapped gifts aside, including the oil set he had just unwrapped and seal his lips over Ichigos.

The first lap at his lips was wonderful, the second lap got those lips to open for him and the third lap gave him the first taste of Ichigo’s mouth. It was flavored with something sweet, but distinctly alcoholic. Yumichika probably made it for Ichigo, knowing he hated the taste of alcohol. It was overlaying the natural taste of the male below him.  That, he found after lapping and mapping at the mouth that moved in response to his own. It was sweet and cool, tasting faintly of vanilla, innocence and sin.

It was intoxicating and made Hitsugaya moan softly, getting an answering moan from Ichigo. Shifting slightly, he straddled Ichigos waist, being careful not to destroy the bow. He smirks down at Ichigo, taking in the half lidded eyes and kiss swollen lips. He took in the flushed cheeks and the hair that was indeed soft in his had as he held Ichigos head still for him.

Trailing a finger over Ichigos bottom lip, Hitsugaya smirked as Ichigo opened his mouth and whimpered. He smirked even more as he slipped his finger into that mouth and it closed around his finger, sucking softly, tongue moving over it, tasting, feeling and all around making Hitsugaya harder with every suck. It was a good thing that he had such good control over his body, especially when the thought of that mouth on his cock made said body part twitch in painful interest.

“Ichigo,” he purred softly, slowly removing the finger from his lips, getting a whimper of denial from Ichigo. “Tell me who you are. Who do you belong to? Because, know this, once I have you, you won’t be let loose ever,” he continues, trailing the finger down over Ichigos chest, sliding over the ribbon and what little skin is exposed.

“Yours,” Ichigo mewls softly, arching up into the touch.

“And who am I?” Hitsugaya asks, finding the beginning of the ribbon, pulling on the mini bow holding it all closed as he moves off of Ichigos body.

“Hitsugaya Toshiro,” Ichigo whimpers, arching up to get the heat and weight of Hitsugaya body back. He smirks softly as he tugs again on the mini bow.

“And who am I to you?” he purrs into Ichigos ear, tugging on the bow a bit more firmly, getting it to start to undo.

“Master,” Ichigo whimpers softly. Hitsugaya smirked and nodded.

“Correct my pet. Know this, I will never hurt you and I will always look out for you,” he promised, finally undoing the ribbon and letting it fall open baring Ichigo to his eyes. The lean body that he had dreamt about was finally in front of him, more beautiful then in his dreams. But he could see a small design jus above Ichigos hip, a mark of ownership. It looked like his zanpacto’s released form wrapped around his name. Leaning in closer, he found that it was indeed his mark. He couldn’t help but feel smug as he stroked over the sensitive piece of skin.

“When did you get this?” he asked softly. Ichigo looked down, the ribbons on his arms shifting off and down onto the bed. He pulled them off the bed absently, still tracing the tattoo.

“About a month or so ago,” he admits softly. He suddenly starts to blush brightly, his eyes getting wider as his blush gets darker. “This isn’t a dream, is it?” Ichigo asks. Hitsugaya looks up at him and shakes his head.

“Do you often dream about being claimed by me?” Hitsugaya asks softly, standing up and taking off his shirt before sliding off his pants, leaving him in nothing but the modern day boxers that he had taken to wearing. He smiled gently at Ichigo who was trying hard not to look as he hunted for the words.

“Yes. All the time,” he finally admitted, looking up through his lashes, his head tilted to the side and shifting on the bed, the bow shifting with his movements.

“Why do you dream of me?” Hitsugaya asks, removing his boxers before moving forward, his length hard and dripping a bit at the tip at the thought of finally claiming Ichigo once and for all.

“I…I…” Ichigo starts, shivering slightly as Hitsugaya slowly undoes the bow, the material sliding along his rapidly hardening cock, making his gasp and buck up. Hitsugaya holds his hips down and continues to unwrap his present with a smirk.

“Tell me, my beautiful one,” Hitsugaya purrs softly as the last of the bow slides off of Ichigo and drops onto the floor, exposing Ichigo to his hungry gaze.

“I love you,” is whispered past still swollen lips, causing a lowered head to jerk up to look at Ichigo who was looking away and twisting his head to look away, trying to hide the blush that spread across his cheeks.

“Ichigo, do you mean it?” Hitsugaya asks, moving between Ichigos legs and laying over him slowly, pressing him into the bed with a smile. Ichigo nods as he looks up at Hitsugaya with wide eyes. “Good. Because I love you too.” With those words, Hitsugaya leaned down and once more kissed his lover slowly, tasting the love that was present. Pulling away he pants softly as he reaches for a jar of oil, slicking his fingers after getting the top off. “I don’t think I can wait very much longer,” he says softly, his hand moving down to Ichigos entrance, his fingers sliding over the ring of muscles slowly, teasing them.

“I don’t want you to wait. Slow can be for later,” Ichigo murmurs, arching into the touch.  He murmured softly in delight as Hitsugaya slowly slid a finger into the tight heat, stroking it in and out slowly. Smirking again, Hitsugaya lowered his head down and started to mark Ichigos neck, nibbling, sucking and biting a bit, before moving down, teasing all the spots that he could find. Ichigo was moaning, mewling, groaning and keening in such a way that it made Hitsugaya speed up his movements, slipping in another finger into Ichigo.

Ichigo moaned softly at that and pushed back into them, trying to get them to go deeper. It made Hitsugaya moan softly and shift so that he could work his fingers in and out of the other easier, making Ichigo shudder and arch up into them even more. The noises Ichigo was making turned Hitsugaya’s blood into liquid fire, coursing through his veins. He may have an ice bankai, but he was still hotter then the average person, needing to be able to turn the ice into water so he could re-solidify the water back into ice.

Growling softly, he laps at a nipple as he works a third finger into Ichigo, shivering at the way the tightness squeezed his fingers so nicely. Panting softly before nibbling the nipple, he works his fingers in and out slowly, stretching and making sure that Ichigo wouldn’t tear when he finally slid in with his cock. Hitsugaya left the nipple he had been working on and switched to the other one, working on it easily.

Ichigo was starting to babble and plead, begging Hitsugaya to take him, to stop teasing him. To make him cum. Hitsugaya moaned softly and left the nipple before sealing his mouth over the others mouth, dominating it with a rough sort of gentleness.

He was soon drawing his fingers out of that tight heat and lining up his cock, ready to push in and finally claim his pet, his lover, his everything.

“Ichigo, look at me,” he mummers softly, stroking the males cheek, holding himself up with his other hand. Ichigo slowly opened his eyes and blinked a few times up at Hitsugaya, his eyes lost in a sea of black. “Say my name.”

“Toshiro,” Ichigo mewls out softly, leaning into the hand, gasping as Hitsugaya pushed forward. It was all heat and tightness, squeezing his cock tightly, taking them both to heaven as Hitsugaya held back the urge to just thrust into the tight heat, keeping a slow slide in. The moment he couldn’t go any farther, he paused and breathed out slowly, his eyes closing. He smirked, listening to Ichigo mewl and keen softly under him, long legs wrapped tight around his waist.

Shifting up to sit on his knees, he unwrapped Ichigos legs and slid his arms under the knees, shifting his legs up and out. Shifting slightly, he grabbed a hold of Ichigos hips and tilt them up before slowly drawing out and then pushing back in just as slowly, moaning at the feeling of being squeezed so nicely.

“Please, my master, more,” Ichigo mewls softly, arching his back, his hips twitching in Hitsugaya’s grip. Hitsugaya moans softly and shifted again, his thighs helping Ichigos hips to stay up as he started to pound into the smaller male.

Ichigo screamed loudly, arching up as he tugs on his bonds, wanting to touch and hold. But he knew that unless Hitsugaya stopped, which he didn’t want, he wasn’t getting loose any time soon.

The cock in him stretched him wide, pressing hard against his sweet spot, sending jolts of pleasure sizzling through his body. It was addicting and oh so wonderful. No wonder Kira was so addicted to pouncing Shuuhei. If this was what he was feeling every time, it was something that was easily wanted.

He screamed loudly again as Hitsugaya wrapped his hand around his length and slipped his slick hand up and down over the cock. The feelings were spiraling out of control, his eyes slipping shut as Hitsugaya worked his body easily, making him want more.

He was soon arching once more, spilling onto his stomach and into Hitsugaya’s hand. Squeezing tightly around Hitsugaya’s cock, Ichigo shuddered softly as his body slowly went limp under the older man as he came hard, spilling deep into Ichigo, filling him with his cum.

The two lovers panted and tried hard to catch their breaths as Hitsugaya lowered Ichigos legs, massaging his hips. Smiling down at him, Hitsugaya leant down and kissed Ichigo slowly, gently. Smiling, he slowly pulls out and stands up on slightly shaky legs. He moved to undo the ties, putting the ropes aside before slowly massaging Ichigos arms, just like any good master should.

“I hope you know that now I have you, I’m not letting you go,” he tells Ichigo, moving to the bathroom to run a bath.

“I know and I wouldn’t want you to let me go,” Ichigo replies as Hitsugaya came back out and picked him up so that they could bathe.

“Good,” Hitsugaya said as he closed the door behind them.