Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Time to Meet You ❯ Dream ( Chapter 2 )

Title: Time to Meet You
Author: Dolphin_26
Rating: Y
Summary: Sequel to Treat or Treat. Ichigo and Toshiro are together but Hichigo makes his presence known by demanding to meet Toshiro. Meanwhile Momo learns about Toshiro’s relationship with Ichigo and decides to pay a visit to the world of the living.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach or any of the characters. They belong to Tite Kubo.

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Toshiro was many things.

He was a prodigy, Taicho, ice wielder, boyfriend to Ichigo Kurosaki, and so much more.

However, right now he was staring at his boyfriend in shock. Well to be more precise, he was staring at someone who looked like his boyfriend. The body was the same; the orange hair was the same. But the warm brown eyes were now black and gold, while the facial expression was decidedly off.

‘Damn.’ He swore mentally, ‘I know we talked about me meeting his inner hollow but I really don’t need this right now’.

“What’s the matter?” He sounded like Ichigo but there was an echo to his voice. “Ya don’t seem all that happy to see me.” He seemed amused at Toshiro’s annoyance.

“Why are you here?” Toshiro asked through clenched teeth. His boyfriend’s other half chuckled as he bent over the desk to caress the ice wielder’s face.

“I got tired of waiting.” His amusement grew at the Taicho’s glare.

“I assume you have a name.” Toshiro’s head hurt; first the meeting from hell and now this. However, a part of his mind noted that even though the body in front of him was Ichigo’s, when Ichigo was in control the skin was pleasantly warm. Right now though, with his hollow in control his skin felt cool. The feeling wasn’t unpleasant just unexpected. It would take a while to get used to.

“Call me anything ya want,” purred the hollow, “but the King calls me Hichigo.”

Something puzzled the Taicho, who tilted his head studying the one before him. “Well Hichigo, other than impatience why are you here?” He hated repeating questions. Ichigo complained frequently that getting a straight answer from Hichigo was almost impossible. So why was the hollow answering his fairly straightly?

“Ya really want to know?” Hichigo sat on the desk ignoring the glare Toshiro gave him for that. Chuckling softly as he leaned forward until only a few inches separated them, “I’m tired of watchin’ an not being able to touch. I wanna bend ya over this desk and fuck ya until ya scream.” He surged forward claiming Toshiro’s lips in a brutal kiss. When the Taicho gasped, Hichigo shoved his tongue into his mouth.

To say that Toshiro was surprised was an understatement. Ichigo could be impulsive, but Hichigo lacked any and all impulse control. The kiss was sudden, brutal, and hot as hell. When Hichigo thrust his tongue into his mouth Toshiro snapped back to reality and began fighting for dominance. His fight didn’t last long because Hichigo growled while his hands grabbed Toshiro jerking the shorter male onto his lap.
Toshiro moaned wantonly when Hichigo forcefully ground their hips together. He shivered when the hollow growled “Mine” into his mouth. Hands clenched his hips painfully yet it felt so good.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

An insistent beeping snapped Toshiro out of the dream. He lay frozen trying to control his erratic breathing. His soul pager continued beeping. Irritated, he snatched the thing off of the desk quickly punching buttons to make the damn thing shut up. The screen indicated a low level hollow a few miles away near Yumichika’s location. Sure enough the signal soon disappeared. He tossed the pager back onto the desk.

Thankfully Ichigo was still asleep. The strawberry could sleep through anything except Toshiro trying to get up. Then the strawberry would wake instantaneously to pull him back into bed. Toshiro found he couldn’t sleep not after the erotic dream he just had. He pushed himself into a sitting position, a somewhat difficult feat because the strawberry had a tight grip on him. In an effort to not think about the dream he watched Ichigo sleep.

The teen’s normally scowling face was peaceful and relaxed. During the day Ichigo was surrounded by friends yet he was always alone. It may seem like he interacted with the others but in actuality there was a distance between him and them. Whether it was from his high spiritual awareness from an early age or becoming a substitute soul reaper and Visored, Toshiro didn’t know. What he did know was that the second they were alone Ichigo changed. He smiled, laughed, and became very affectionate. These actions were significantly different from the ones everyone else saw. One of the first things the prodigy learned about his boyfriend was that Ichigo loved to touch and be touched. Even in public the strawberry would find reasons for a brief touch here and there, nothing overt.

From the calm face Toshiro’s eyes traced a path down a strong neck to cloth-covered, muscled shoulders. The rest of the long body was hidden under blankets. From the many times he had been pulled against the strong body Toshiro could make a pretty good guess that there wasn’t an ounce of fat on it. His thoughts began to drift into dangerous territory the longer he watched Ichigo sleep.

Rangiku didn’t believe him when he denied having sex with Ichigo. With an incredulous look on her face she asked him “Well why not?”

The answer was simple. They were taking their time getting to know each other. Yes, they kissed, cuddled, and made out a few times; however, their relationship was being built on a sturdier foundation than sex. They both agreed that sex would happen when it happened. Of course, Toshiro didn’t tell Rangiku that. Telling her something like that would be a sure way to insure she would meddle.

Slowly the dream faded from the prodigy’s mind and was replaced by sleepiness. He laid back down quickly falling asleep.

Orihime was pleasantly surprised to discover that Momo was very pleasant company. They talked for several hours before going to bed. In the morning the redhead woke to find out that Momo had already made a simple breakfast. The dark-haired soul reaper wouldn’t listen to her insistence that since she was the guest she didn’t have to do things like that. Momo argued that Orihime shouldn’t have to do everything. Eventually they compromised. Secretly Orihime admitted to herself that it was nice to not have to be responsible for everything.

The first order of business for the day was picking up Momo’s gigai from Urahara’s shop. A quick phone call confirmed it was ready. The trip to the shop was interesting, to say the least. Orihime answered questions after question from her companion garnering a few odd looks along the way. After all it wasn’t everyday a pretty young girl went around talking to herself. At the shop the ex-Taicho showed Momo her gigai and after making sure that it was working he answered all of her questions while Orihime waited patiently in the front of the shop.

When Momo appeared Orihime felt her cheeks heat up. The other woman looked very pretty in a light purple blouse; short, purple plaid skirt; and white tennis shoes. Her hair wasn’t in its usual bun instead it hung down her back in a braid. “Do I look o.k.?”

“Uh huh, you look very cute and not like a soul reaper at all.” Orihime answered honestly.

Momo blushed at the compliment. She didn’t receive compliments often. The only people who had ever really given them were her grandmother, Toshiro –in his own way-, and her former Taicho. She shoved thoughts of him out her mind. Never again would he control her. Something of what was going through her mind must have shown on her face because Orihime looked concerned. Smiling brightly she said, “I’m fine. Do you think Shiro-chan and Ichigo are up yet?”

Orihime thought for a minute, “They should be. Let’s go check.”


Ichigo was keeping a close eye on his kitten. Ever since they woke up Toshiro had been acting oddly. Even his sisters and Dad noticed. Whenever Toshiro would look at him the prodigy would turn beet red then disappear. Anytime he tried to talk to his kitten the pale face would turn pink and he was unusually skittish. This went on until lunch and by then Ichigo decided enough was enough.

His kitten was currently hiding in the bedroom so Ichigo filled two plates and took them up there. Toshiro sat on the bed gazing out the window. Balancing both plates on one arm the teen locked the door so no one would interrupt before placing them on the desk. By now Toshiro was watching him. Then before the small Taicho could react, Ichigo pinned him to the bed.

“WHAT THE HELL??” Toshiro yelped in surprise. The strawberry had pinned his hands on either side of his head and was kneeling between his legs. He could feel his face heat up. If anyone else tried to attempt a stunt like this Toshiro would immediately castrate them.

Ichigo knew this and smirked down at his boyfriend whose face was doing a great tomato impression. “Want to tell me what’s going on? I mean I’ve got no problem with you watching me but you’re awfully skittish. Besides I want to know what it is I’m doing that’s been making you blush.” He leaned down to place a soft kiss on the sweet, pale lips. This position was supplying his mind with some very nice ideas, which were very hard to ignore.

Toshiro also was having a hard time ignoring potential ideas. It didn’t help that the dream was replaying through his mind. Ichigo would have a field day if he knew about the dream. He couldn’t stop himself from shivering at the strawberry’s soft kiss. His eyes slid shut as he returned the kiss loving the feel of his strawberry’s lips against his. He really shouldn’t be this turned on from this.

Suddenly the kiss turned hard. Teal eyes shot open in surprise to look into black and gold eyes. Toshiro pulled his head back to demand an answer.

A displeased growl came from the taller male, who leaned back down to thrust his tongue into the ice wielder’s mouth. This kiss was even harder than the last one.

The smaller male couldn’t hold back a soft moan. This wasn’t Ichigo, which meant that the person kissing him was Hichigo. Ichigo hadn’t mentioned anything about the hollow this morning. So Hichigo didn’t have permission to be out right now. Trying to ignore the pleasure –the damn hollow kissed as well as Ichigo- Toshiro bit the tongue that had invaded his mouth.

Hichigo jerked his head back moaning loudly. The golden eyes glittered with lust. “Now I know why King likes kissin’ ya. Ya taste good hime. An’ even better yer a lil firecracker.” The lust in his eyes was quickly replaced with irritation. The smirk turned into a frown. “Shit. Playtimes over.” He bent down sharply nipping Toshiro’s ear. “See ya later, hime.” He buried his face into the pale neck.

The ice wielder felt the body above him tense for several long seconds. Even though Ichigo knew Toshiro accepted that he was a Visored, the teen still had a few insecurities. Toshiro felt the grip on his wrists loosen letting him wrap his arms around his strawberry for a tight hug. “Ichigo?”

The teen relaxed in his kitten’s embrace. He had been so focused on his kitten that is had been really easy for Hichigo to slip out. He mumbled into the pale neck, “I’m sorry.”

Toshiro wasn’t surprised at the apology. “For what? He didn’t hurt me. He only startled me.”

The last of Ichigo’s anxiety fled as a small hand rubbed his back. “So you wanna tell me what’s been on your mind.”

The smaller male rolled his eyes. Ichigo’s tenacity was both a good and bad quality; right now it was an irritating quality. “I had an interesting dream last night involving your hollow.” Might as well get this over with and deal with the embarrassment now.

Ichigo raised his head to look at his kitten curiously. “How interesting are we talking about?” An orange eyebrow rose when the prodigy did another magnificent tomato impression. “I think I’m jealous.”

Toshiro swallowed nervously at the smirk now adorning the strawberry’s face. “Why?”

Lowering his head so that he could whisper into a pale ear, Ichigo said, “Because you’re having interesting dreams about him and not me.”

Toshiro scoffed, “Idiotic strawberry, I didn’t say I haven’t had interesting dreams about y…” He clamped his mouth shut as soon as he realized what he was saying. He never ever wanted Ichigo to learn about those dreams. The idiot didn’t need his ego inflated anymore than it already was. Ichigo smirked at him opening his mouth to say something but thankfully he was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Ichigo, Toshiro, you’ve got company!” Yuzu called out.

With Ichigo momentarily distracted, Toshiro slid out from underneath him and off the bed. He rolled his eyes when the teen pouted. “Come on, you realize that it’s probably Momo and Orihime.” The last thing Toshiro wanted was for his sister to walk in on them making out. Momo wouldn’t hesitate to break through the door if she thought he was in trouble.

Ichigo sighed, “Oh alright,” before following him downstairs.

Toshiro was too busy trying to ignore the embarrassment he felt knowing that Ichigo wouldn’t let the matter drop so he was startled when Ichigo cursed and pushed past him to get into the living room.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”


A.N.: The dream sequence comes from another story I was writing which didn’t pan out. In Treat or Treat I paired Orihime and Uryu up just to have another pairing in the story. Actually, I sometimes have a hard time putting Orihime with a guy and this is one of those times. I really do like Uryu. This chapter was really hard to write since I kept suffering from writer’s block.