Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Time to Meet You ❯ Tonight ( Chapter 5 )

Title: Time to Meet
Author: Dolphin_26
Rating: Y
Summary: Hichigo decides it’s time to meet Toshiro.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of the characters.
AN: Bold words= Hichigo’s comments
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Chapter 5: Tonight

Orihime's prediction about Toshiro not feeling up to do anything turned out to be correct, because the first thought that ran through his mind within moments of waking up was: damn. Abused muscles protested against even the tiniest movement. This thought was quickly followed by embarrassment as the reason for why he ached was pressed against his back spooning him from behind-without a stitch of clothing between them. As fast as the embarrassment came it fled because there was no way in hell Toshiro regretted what had occurred last night.

Ichigo's reiatsu was calm for once as it cocooned the smaller male. Glancing at the clock Toshiro was surprised by how late it was, he never slept this late. However, right then he didn't care. He was completely relaxed with Ichigo's arms around him. Letting his eyes drift shut, Toshiro snuggled back into the strawberry's embrace.

Ichigo's arms tightened their hold on him as warm lips placed soft kisses on his shoulder and neck. Toshiro could feel his cheeks burn from the content, satisfaction evident in his strawberry's voice when he said: "Good morning."

"Good morning." Toshiro greeted back feeling Ichigo smile against his neck. He shifted a little, tensing as his muscles protested. He sighed in relief when a warm hand began softly massaging his lower back.

"Are you all right?"

Toshiro hummed softly as the ache lessoned, "Just a little sore."

Ichigo slight frown turned into a sheepish grin. He continued massaging his lover's muscles and began kissing the pale skin in front of him again. He couldn't seem to get enough of his kitten.

"How long have you been awake?" Toshiro eventually asked.

He answered in between kisses, "For about an hour." He just knew Toshiro was rolling his eyes. It had been a wonderful hour of enjoying the feel of his lover's body in his arms. It certainly wasn't wasted time in his book, after all it wasn't everyday that Toshiro was this totally relaxed. Ichigo knew they would have to get up soon even though he would rather spend the day in bed. His dad (or worse his sisters) would eventually become impatient and check on them if they didn't make an appearance soon. "Join me for a shower?" His answer was a pleased hum.

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After a very long shower (neither could keep their hands off of each other), Ichigo laid on the couch watching television while his kitten used his chest as a pillow reading a book. The rest of the family was in the clinic. He wasn't really paying attention to what was on the television screen anymore instead thinking. Originally he intended on having a chat with Hichigo yesterday but never got the chance between shopping and their later...activities, but there was nothing stopping him from hunting down and having that little chat with Hichigo now. After making sure that Toshiro was engrossed in his book and they would both be comfortable, he closed his eyes.

When he reopened them, Ichigo was standing in his inner world with Hichigo conveniently standing ten feet away. The orange-haired strawberry expected to see his mirror image with the usual smirk on his face. Instead, the look of pure frustration was quite the surprise. An orange eyebrow lifted, "What's wrong with you?"

The narrowing of the dual tone eyes was his only answer.

Ichigo frowned, "Does this have anything to do with Toshiro?"

"Let me out." Hichigo demanded. "Damn it, King, let me out. I'm tired of waiting."

The orange head tilted to the side with the frown still in place. "What is with you; why are you so determined to come out?"

The hollow growled low, "Do I have to spell it out, King? Aren't we the same person?"

Things clicked into place piece by piece in the strawberry's mind. He loved Toshiro, so it stood to reason that as Hichigo was a part of him the hollow would come to love-or at least care for the ice wielder in his own way-as well. So that explained the sudden desire to come out and molest the ice wielder whenever he was around. Ichigo sighed, "Next time you decide to come out give me some warning; don't just appear. Toshiro's already agreed to meet with you. All he wants is some warning."

"Well?" Hichigo demanded. "So when can I come out?"

Ichigo snorted, they really were mirror images of each other right down to personality. "I'll let Toshiro know and you can come out tonight on the condition you don't get out of control."

Hichigo nodded, "Deal."

Ichigo closed his eyes again before reopening them to see that only a few minutes had passed.

"Well since you're still here, I take it you didn't try to kill each other." Toshiro said as he turned a page. His head tilted so he could look Ichigo in the face.

“Very funny.” Ichigo grinned, "You know, I think this is the first time we haven't fought-just talked."

The smaller male smirked, "Obviously it wasn't much of a conversation since you were only gone long enough for the show to end."

Ichigo rolled his eyes, "We just straightened something out." His hand rubbed the other male's back. "I should warn you, he's coming out tonight."

Toshiro shifted around until he could look at his lover more comfortably. "You're actually letting him?"

This time Ichigo smirked as he adjusted his hold on the Taicho. "Let's just say that now I understand what his problem is and sympathize." Besides he has a point. We really are the same person and I wouldn't want someone keeping me away from you. Toshiro refrained from commenting.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Ichigo groaned at the thought of getting up from his comfortable position, but Toshiro was already moving away to let him get the door. Reluctantly the strawberry got up giving his kitten a disgruntled look receiving an amused smirk in return. He never liked it when his time with his kitten was interrupted. When he opened the door, he was surprised to find a nervous looking Momo. He motioned for her to come in wondering what could have happened to make her look upset.

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Momo felt bad about showing up without calling first especially since Orihime said that Toshiro wasn't going to be feeling all that well, but she really needed to talk to someone. Ichigo looked a little annoyed when he answered the door but was quick to let her in without asking what was wrong. She found her brother on the couch wincing as he shifted into a sitting position. He was fine yesterday so why is he acting like he's in pain? Upon noticing that she knew he was sore Toshiro's pale cheeks turned pink. "Is now a bad time?"

"No, is something the matter?" Toshiro asked as she sat beside him on the couch leaving Ichigo to take a seat in the chair opposite of them. He ignored the strawberry's soft grumbling and focused on his sister who appeared to be agitated.

She fidgeted before answering. "I think I might be in trouble."

Toshiro looked at her expectantly, "You're going to have to be more specific."

Momo slumped back against the couch. "I think I like Orihime." Toshiro looked like he already knew that. "I think I might like Uryu to." He just stared at her. Out of the corner of her eye Momo could see that even Ichigo's eyes had widened.

"Okay. Explain."

Momo grinned weakly. "Well, I remember thinking that Orihime was cute, sweet, really nice, and we get along very well ..."

Toshiro scowled, "I meant about Ishida. I already knew about Inoue. When did you even meet him?"

Momo was startled for a minute. She didn't know how he knew about how she felt towards Orihime but judging from the look on his face now was not the time to ask. “He came over last night to introduce himself. He's very nice." And somewhat similar to you. That was probably the biggest reason why she felt so comfortable around the Quincy. "Anyways he, Orihime, and I are going out to eat tonight."

Her brother looked thoughtful, "And that has you worried because," he paused trying to word his words correctly, "you're not sure what to do."

Momo smiled in relief, her brother wasn't a genius for nothing. He understood what she wasn't saying.

Toshiro was glad that even though the strawberry was probably confused he didn't say anything. "I think you shouldn't worry. He isn't the type that would hurt you intentionally. He is a good person." This was something he hadn't expected, but he knew the Quincy wasn't anything like Aizen. "I think you should go and have fun."

"Really?"

Toshiro smiled softly in reassurance before frowning, "If he does anything to make you uncomfortable just let me know."

"Thanks, Shiro. By the way Orihime said you weren't feeling too well ..?" Momo paused looking at Ichigo in concern when he began coughing and turning red. Looking back at Toshiro she was surprised to see his cheeks turn a dark pink. Confused she tilted her head. He doesn't seem sick. He looks like it’s his lower back...oh. Her face turned blood red as the reason for why he would be sore and why Ichigo would be blushing as well dawned on her. "Um, I think I'll go get ready for dinner now. Bye Ichigo, bye Shiro!" She got up and quickly left not able to look either male in the face. Her imagination was going crazy with mental pictures.

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O rihime was a little worried about tonight. She really liked both Momo and Uryu and was worried about what might happen. It wasn't everyday that a girl got to go out with both of her precious people at the same time. She didn't foresee a problem between the two of them. But Momo had seemed upset when she left earlier. Probably to talk to Toshiro. The redhead sat on the stairs to her apartment deep in thought. About twenty minutes had passed since Momo had left.

"Orihime?"

The redhead's head shot up at the sound of Momo's voice. The purple-haired girl looked embarrassed and her face was blood red. "Momo, did you get to talk to Toshiro?" Orihime hadn't thought it was possible for the other girl's face to get any redder but she was proven wrong. Momo nodded and squeaked out something about Toshiro and Ichigo having a little too much fun last night. The gears clicked into place and Orihime felt her own cheeks heat up at the images that flooded her mind. Momo sat down beside her on the stairs and both girls tried to get their minds to come back from the gutter.

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The remaining Kurosakis walked into the living room right after Momo left to see both males blushing. For the remaining evening they teased the two males. Eventually they went to bed leaving Ichigo and Toshiro alone for the night.

Ichigo sat on the bed and watched in amusement as Toshiro placed a couple of kido barriers on the room: one for sound and the other for reiatsu so as to not disturb the rest of the Kurosaki family since neither knew what would happen once Hichigo came out. Internally he could feel Hichigo prowling around, impatiently waiting for the smaller male to finish. Even though he was impatient the hollow was keeping to the deal and didn’t try to force his way out. When he could tell that Toshiro was finishing the last incantation, Ichigo gave Hichigo the o.k. to come out.

About time.

Toshiro finished saying the last word when he felt Ichigo’s reiatsu turn darker and violent. He kept his back turned towards the other male even though his senses screamed at him to not turn his back on a hollow. He refused to show weakness, especially to this hollow in particular. Not until he knew exactly what Hichigo wanted. The part of him that was a soul reaper was having a hard time believing that there wasn’t an ulterior motive behind Hichigo’s actions; while the part of him that was just Toshiro was having a hard time believing that the hollow actually wanted him. His ears picked up the sounds of movement coming towards him. Earlier he and Ichigo decided that it would be best that he be in soul form when Hichigo came out so currently his gigai and Ichigo’s body were lying in the closet till morning.

“Wow hime, I’m impressed yer not wearin’ yer zanpakuto. Yer not afraid of me?” Cool breath wafted against the back of Toshiro’s neck.

The ice wielder snorted disdainfully, “Why the hell should I be afraid of you?”

The hollow chuckled and leaned down so his lips brushed against the Taicho’s ear. “Yer not like most soul reapers, hime. Ouch!!” He rubbed his stomach where Toshiro elbowed him hard. His grimace turned to a smirk. “Aw hime, ya sure know how to treat a guy.” He was prepared for the elbow this time and grabbed it using the momentum to turn Toshiro around to face him. He was met by teal eyes that sparked with irritation.

“Stop calling me hime!!”

Hichigo’s smirk widened. “But it suits ya so well, hime.” He frowned when Toshiro closed his eyes out of irritation. His own eyes narrowed in displeasure; he reached out grabbing the smaller male’s chin. “Open yer eyes, hime,” he growled. He wanted to see those eyes swirl with emotions as he fucked him.

Toshiro tried not to strangle his lover’s other half. It was bad enough that Ichigo occasionally called him kitten but now he had to deal with Hichigo calling him hime. The low growl coming from the hollow caused a shiver to run down his spine. He slowly opened his eyes not liking being ordered about by the hollow, but before he could verbally assault said hollow the grip on his chin tightened almost painfully and he was jerked forwards into a brutal kiss. He tried to pull back but Hichigo’s other arm snaked around his waist pulling him tightly against the larger body almost crushing him. Toshiro couldn’t stop the moan that came out giving the other male the perfect chance to shove his tongue down his throat. Vaguely he could feel himself being maneuvered-Probably towards the bed-his mind supplied him.

He moaned again, this time in disappointment, when Hichigo broke the kiss obviously very reluctantly. “Damn, hime, ya taste as good as I remember.” The hollow purred at the look of desire on his yuki hime’s face. Licking his lips he dove down for another kiss while the hand holding his yuki hime’s chin released its hold and traveled down around the back of the slender neck grabbing it in a hard grip. He broke the kiss using his grip on the neck to pull it back and expose the slender column. With a feral grin on his face, Hichigo began biting and kissing the creamy skin becoming painfully aroused by the sounds coming from his yuki hime. With a gentleness that was unheard of, he lowered his soon to be lover on to the bed.

Toshiro was lost amidst pleasure, but some tiny part of him rebelled against being the only one out of control. A vague memory came to mind of how much the hollow had been turned on when he bit him. He reached up with one hand and sank his nails into the back of the hollows neck earning him a loud moan. He took his other hand, slipped it into the shihakshou, and drug his nails across Hichigo’s shoulders and up and down his back leaving red marks that had to sting.

“Fuck, hime.” Hichigo moaned even louder in pleasure.

Toshiro smirked, “Not yet, you got to earn that right.” His body burned at the feral look in the hollow’s eyes.

Hichigo couldn’t respond, his mind was clouded with desire. Instead he roughly pulled off the smaller male’s clothing and commenced with ravishing his yuki hime.


Momo smiled happily as she got ready for bed. Dinner with Uryu and Orihime had been wonderful. Poor Uryu had spent most of the evening blushing because Orihime kept listing all of his accomplishments from school along with tales of various things he had done. At first she was a little worried because she knew he had a long standing grudge against soul reapers, but he was quick to reassure her that it didn’t apply to her or her brother which was a relief. Apparently when he wasn’t around Ichigo or Renji, Uryu felt relaxed and was very good company. Though he seemed to have a bit of a problem with getting himself into sticky situations when it came to the opposite gender and Orihime. There were several times when she couldn’t hold back her giggles.

Meanwhile Orihime sat on her bed with her thoughts running along similar lines. Tonight had been fun. Momo quickly relaxed around Uryu and even joined in teasing him. The dark haired girl looked very pretty in her pink dress, while Uryu had forgone his usual color scheme of white and blue instead wearing dark green and black looked very handsome. For some reason, though, he kept blushing. Oh well, he did that a lot when around girls for any length of time. She smiled as she snuggled under the covers because for the first time in a long time everything seemed like it would be okay.


Once again Toshiro’s muscles protested every move he made except this time it was worse and it didn’t include the sting of bite marks or bruises. Hichigo had been very thorough in claiming him. Currently the hollow was completely wrapped around him. Frankly, Toshiro was surprised he had stayed out because he had fully expected the hollow to leave as soon as he got what he wanted.

Hichigo knew his yuki hime was confused by his behavior and was slightly amused. He knew it would be take a little while for the Taicho to fully grasp the concept that he cared for him. His hands lazily stroked his yuki hime’s back. Even though they had just had slept together he couldn’t seem to get enough of the cool skin pressed against him. The hollow was quite proud of all the bite marks and bruises decorating the other’s skin because they showed that the other male was taken. He shifted slightly and grinned at the stinging from the scratch marks on his back. His hime had left his mark on him as well. The hollow snickered quietly: The King’s gonna be uncomfortable in the morning. Belatedly he realized that Toshiro had fallen asleep in his embrace; the realization made him feel funny. His hime hadn’t complained about being held or tried to move away. In fact he was actually trying to get closer. Maybe it wouldn’t take as long for the Taicho to understand as he thought it would.


AN: The only reason this got posted today is because I got a laptop for Christmas and am now able to work on my projects at home, yay!! No more having to try and type fanfics in between assignments.