And here is the final chap! A bit shorter, but it has a sexy part, a fluff part and it's the end! Thanks for the support, everyone! It's been a fun ride!

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07 – Fatherhood

Kisuke stepped through the Garganta, hand holding onto Ichigo's one. It was late evening and they had just entered the kitchen from Unohana-san's office. Tessai was cooking something and nodded at them absently. He seemed fine, though maybe a bit annoyed because of them being late.

"Tessai is cooking especially for you two~~! It's unfair~~!" Yoruichi whined, hitting the table with her fists.

Ichigo took off his mask and walked to Tessai, leaving Urahara at his friend's mercy. "I'm sorry… Uhm, Tessai, right?"

The tall, stern man looked at him and nodded. "Yes, Kurosaki-san."

"Quite the catch, and I'm not joking this time." Kisuke tuned out the other conversation to listen to Yoruichi. "Centuries to find him, you're lucky."

"Centuries to wait for him to be born, you mean."

She shrugged. "Point of view." And blew a strand of hair off her face. "Guess you'll be busy tonight." Her smirk truly resembled that of a Cheshire Cat.

Kisuke just smiled softly, already in his dreamland. "I'll make sure that no sound escapes my bedroom's walls." Then he frowned. "He is the Leader of the Arrancar's now…"

Yoruichi took her glass of sake and hummed. "That's not what you're worried about, Kisuke."

"True…" But didn't explain.

"Well? Out with it!"

"He's only worried about our child and me." Ichigo calmly supplied from Tessai's side, where he was watching how the man cooked. "And is also dumbly thinking that he doesn't deserve happiness."

Yoruichi was gaping, eyes wide and shock written all over her face. The other man had only arched a brow and was looking carefully at Ichigo. Kisuke had face-palmed.

"That's some way of breaking that kind of news, Ichigo."

"You were not going to tell them anytime soon, Kisuke."

"I understand, but… you've broken Yoruichi. It's not easy, you know?"

His mate took some plates to help Tessai and put them on the table. "I'm sorry."

The blonde caught his waist and made him sit at his side. "You do not seem sorry at all." He teased.

Tessai wiped his hands and made to leave. "Congratulations." And then excused himself for the night.

Ichigo started eating. "Your friend is not breathing."

"You broke her, you fix her."

The Arrancar rolled his eyes. He left the chopsticks on the plate and took hold of one of her hands. She still was unfocused.

"Yoruichi-san?" Nothing. "Yoruichi-san…" Nope. "Yoruichi-san." Nada. "Yoruichi-san!" Still a no. Ichigo took a deep breath and focused on pressuring only the kitchen with his spirit. "Yoruichi-san."

She flinched. Then blinked. Looked around. Blushed at the kind hold on her hand and the soft smile the orange-haired was giving her.

"I'm sorry for shocking you, Kisuke would have taken forever to tell you."

The woman gaped again. "You were serious…?"

Ichigo just hummed, letting go of her hand and eating. Kisuke finished his plate and scratched his cheek.

"He told me some hours ago." There was a tint of pink on his right cheekbone.

Yoruichi suddenly started laughing. Ichigo blinked. Kisuke paled.

"Wha…"

"A child… So beautiful…" She grinned brightly and slapped a hand on his friend's scapula. "Congratulations, jerk! And you, too, Ichigo! Ooooh! I need to tell Isshin!"

She disappeared. The blonde wanted to be swallowed in a black hole. Ichigo, at his side, caressed his mate's cheek.

"If you fear my father, let me deal with him."

"It's not that I fear him… I'm terrorized of his reaction." He blurted. "I mean… I'm thinking…" He let a hand slip on the other's stomach. "In his place, I'd be on a rampage, you know?" Ichigo took another bite. "My… son… believed dead, truly is an Espada and has mated with my old friend – century-old, by the way –… And now, I discover he is also pregnant… Yes, I'd be out for blood." Kisuke sighed and held his chin on his hand.

"It could be, but he would stop you if what happened is what he really wanted, right?"

The blonde groaned. "I'm not sure about that."

"You're going too fast, Kisuke." Ichigo finished his portion and leaned at his side to kiss lightly his mate. "Go with the flow, for now." He smiled. "And don't worry about my father, I think you noticed how… territorial… I am." There was a blush on his cheeks by then.

The Shinigami made up his mind and stood, snatching up his mate bridal-style. Ichigo gasped in surprise and wrapped his arms around the other's neck. Kisuke locked gazes with him while walking to his bedroom.

"I'm sure Yoruichi will wait until tomorrow to let him know."

Ichigo pouted. "You're sure or you're hoping?"

He thought about it. "… I don't care, I'll lock us inside." The other chuckled, relaxing a bit more in the embrace. "Territorial, uh… Ah, the wolf."

They entered in their room and Kisuke closed the door before letting Ichigo on the bed. "Right, I was a direwolf… Still am in the release form." The Shinigami quickly drew some Kidou barriers and sat.

"No one has reported that." He arched a brow, turning fully to him.

"Because I have not used it in a fight." Ichigo had a light blush on his cheeks that was strangely visible in the dim light of the room.

Kisuke observed his mate in silent enjoyment. The kimono was open on his chest and revealing the lean but muscular legs, loose. He was leaning on his hands, arms tense to support his weight. His lips were parted, breath coming out in puffs slightly fast, probably in anticipation. His eyes were half-lidded, looking aside as if he was embarrassed.

The Shinigami's arousal became evident in his pants and he approached the other slowly. Ichigo bit his lower lip and chanced a glance at him. He didn't let the man diverge his gaze, capturing the alluring lips in a chaste, searing kiss. He felt two arms anchoring his neck and was pulled down. What a lustful mate he'd found… He was falling more and more at each passing moment. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue in the other's mouth and teasingly tasting every corner.

Ichigo was powerful, the sleeping lion patiently waiting aside, thrumming and yet silent. Kisuke fully put his weight on him and moved his hands on his shoulders, making the kimono slid down. He caressed with feather-like touch the skin and ended the kiss to breathe. They locked gazes. The unsaid feelings, sensations, words… Everything flew through and they kissed again, more passionately.

Even though Kisuke had the sudden urge to just spread the other's legs and make him his, he took his sweet time with a good amount of self-control. He slid his hands down from the shoulders to the chest, stopping a bit on the sides, gripping them and eliciting a gasp. Ichigo started undressing him, slightly faster, in obvious need. The Shinigami cradled his fingers on the kimono, untying it, that fell and revealed the naked form of his mate.

Kisuke ended the kiss to observe him and… God. The tanned skin was tense with anticipation, sporting toned muscles and a bit of sweat. He licked his lips and slid one hand on Ichigo's erection, massaging it. The other gasped and started moaning at the touch. The blonde trailed kisses on his cheek, neck and sucked harshly at the Mark, making Ichigo arch his back.

"Stitches… It reflects my Bankai…" He licked it again and one hand caressed the inner thigh.

Ichigo took a gasped breath and lifted the leg, anchoring it on the other's back. "I still… Haven't seen… Mine…" Each word was growled.

Kisuke smirked, whispering in his ear. "Territorial, wolf…" But tugged down his shirt. "Your teeth's marks are pitch black."

He shivered when he felt a tongue lap at the Mark. It sent sparks down his spine and he avenged it by sucking again the other's one. Ichigo moaned loudly, bucking his hips up. The other leg pushed his arousal right at his hole, only the pants prevented the act. But the Arrancar was pulling them down.

Kisuke didn't find it in himself anymore to go slow. He wanted Ichigo and he wanted him immediately. Maybe he'd taken the slow approach for the… third round. He rapidly undressed his lower half and slammed inside his mate. The filling sensation coupled with the gasped moan made the blonde groan and instantly take a pace. Ichigo tore his shirt, grazing his back and chest with his nails and biting down on the Mark. He flinched at that, pleasure running in his limbs, and fastened his slams. He lifted a leg, getting a better angle and burying himself deeper and deeper. The Arrancar became a blushing mess of moans, his eyes half-lidded and gleaming in lust, his lips parted and sometimes bitten, his legs tense, one pushing Kisuke's back, begging him to go faster. An arm sneaked on his ass and squeezed. The Shinigami leaned down and bit on the Mark, making the other arch his back. He made use of the opportunity and started sucking on the neck's muscle, leaving several love bites. With one hand, he massaged his waist with feather-like touch and moved slowly to the other's leaking member.

The sensation of his own brushing against sweetly constricted walls was getting to him and Kisuke fastened again, matching the pace with his hand. By the expression Ichigo was taking he understood his mate was near the end and made an effort to go even faster, making him scream. It was such a lascivious, lustful and arousing sound that Kisuke lost it and came right after with one last slam. The sensation of satisfaction, release and fulfilment fogged his mind with blankness. His hand pumped the other some times more before Ichigo came, too, moaning his name loudly.

He felt pulled down and two soft but demanding lips crashed on his own.

"Don't even think of stopping." Was the whisper the ghosted with hot breath near his ear.

Kisuke smirked. "It didn't even brush my mind, Ichigo."

He could be centuries-old, but he was not, in whatsoever way, old enough to be tired by only one round. He had all night, after all.

Something was trying to destroy the Kidou barrier. Better, someone. Someone he was about to kick.

Ichigo unwillingly stirred and sat up, groaning a bit at the ache in his lower back. He smirked, pleased, at the memories that flooded his mind. He couldn't have known he was that needy in bed, he'd been lucky in finding a mate that could sate him. He went over the several activities he'd busied his mate with and decided that, yes, the one in the bath had been his favourite. He had to do that again, next time. Pushing Kisuke down and straddling him in a teasing way…

A bang made him snap out of his fantasies and frown. He stood, untangling from his mate's limbs, wary of not waking him up, and wore a pair of pants. Ichigo made his way to the door, destroyed the barriers and opened it, coming face to face with his father. Isshin was about to yell something, but he only left his jaw fall when he noticed the state of his son's upper body… As in, covered in hickeys.

Needless to say, Isshin fainted, Ichigo arched a brow and Kisuke snickered. The Arrancar just slammed the door shut and fell on top of his mate, snuggling in the arms that immediately hugged him. He hummed comfortably while a hand started combing his hair.

"You sure you should leave your father fainted on the floor?" Kisuke tentatively asked.

"Uhmmm… Five more minutes and I'll let him bask in the notion he'll be a grandfather…"

"I bet he hasn't thought about that, yet." He heard a smirk in the words. "Too busy getting angry because I knocked you up."

"That's a gross way to put it…"

He felt a shrug. "Doesn't matter. Oh, I want to do it again on the drawers' chest."

Ichigo smirked and looked up. "Only if we do it first in the bath." He sat and straddled his mate, leaning down for a kiss.

"You have so much energy…" Kisuke slid his hands down on the other's clothed ass and squeezed. "I was already a pervert, but you risk pampering me, this way."

The other chuckled and leaned over his shoulder to whisper in his ear. "I will, to the point that you won't resist jumping me on sight."

The Shinigami shivered and flipped their position, finding himself in-between the other's legs. "You're too good at seducing me, Ichigo." His voice became husky.

"Yeah, but this time I wanted something to happen." He smiled innocently.

The door opened.

The sight Isshin was met with was too much. He gaped like a fish, blushed like a tomato and widened his eyes like an eagle. Ichigo pushed Kisuke slightly to sit down and straightened.

"Good morning, dad, and congratulations. You're going to be a grandfather."

That said, like a spell, the man fainted again, face-first on the floor. Kisuke laughed and pushed his mate down to cuddle. He had around five more minutes of calmness before facing on angry father… Or a happy grandfather-to-be, he wasn't sure anymore.

Some Months Later…

Kisuke paced in the waiting room and bit his thumb's nail, careful of not causing a useless wound. He was anxious, nervous, wary and stressed…. He was about to become a father, after all, and he wasn't admitted in the operation room because Unohana-taichou had forbidden him to enter.

He knew the woman had the best hands he could have left his mate in, but he couldn't help being worried anyway! Sue him! His lover was giving birth to their child and he couldn't help him, hold his hand of mutter reassuring words in his ear! That was utterly unjust!

Isshin was almost in the same condition, but he had rendered his fingers bloody from biting them. The twin sisters, keeping him seated by flanking him, were bandaging the wounds with a scowl and a frown. On the opposite side of the room, Ulquiorra and Starrk had sat and closed their eyes, waiting, though the latter was completely sleeping. Gin was reading a book sitting near Toushiro-kun, the two were unofficially together even though no one still accepted gladly the ex-traitor's presence in Soul Society and his reintegration as a Shinigami. It was the only reason why they had not officialised their relationship, deciding to wait a bit more.

Kisuke huffed, eyeing the red light over the door, and started pacing again, arms crossed. He knew this was completely out of character for him, always collected or fooling around, but… He really couldn't help it. He'd made some researches in his laboratory, in books, by wandering around Hueco Mundo… He knew there were chances for a male pregnancy to go very wrong and he couldn't for the life of him put those damn numbers off his mind.

He clutched some strands of hair in his hand and gritted his teeth. Put it in Ichigo's hands to completely mess with his pace and mental sanity…

The door to the hall of the primary medical facility opened and Kisuke gaped. The Captain Commander walked in, cane in his hand and cloak on his shoulders. He calmly sat at a random chair and stilled, eyes closed. Silence stretched.

The blonde slowly cleared his throat and found his voice. "Captain Commander? What are you doing here?" It was slightly pitchy and laced with worry.

The older man opened one eye, glanced at the shocked Isshin and looked at Kisuke. "Is a reason necessary for a man to wait for the birth of his great-great-grandson?"

Before the about-to-be father could openly gape at that, the red light turned off and the door opened. He whipped his head towards it and a smiling Unohana-taichou made him relax impossibly.

"Everything is fine, you may enter now."

And everything around him became an indistinctive blur. Kisuke rushed in and instantly located his mate. He approached the bed, eyeing the blue-blanketed bundle that a sweaty, tired Ichigo was cuddling and smiling to with cooing sounds. The Arrancar looked up briefly before lifting a hand, that Kisuke grasped hesitantly. He was pulled forward and gazed better at… at the little, beautiful, sleeping baby. He was so small, so cute with chubby cheeks and hands. He had a tuft of hair with blonde and orange strands.

The Shinigami lifted the free hand to line delicately his son's cheek and, unexpectedly, a soft, little hand grasped his finger. The baby's lips curled a tiny bit and Kisuke all but melted, smiling happily from the bottom of his heart. His… Their son opened his eyes, revealing irises grey near the pupil and fading into orange.

He tuned out the happy cries coming from the rest of his family to just burn the image of his baby son in his mind forever. The hand of his lover clenching his tightened and he squeezed back, gazing over Ichigo's tired face. He didn't know how to express the blooming warmth, the scorching happiness, the filling affection that were cursing in his veins, so he simply leaned down to kiss his mate's lips, pouring his soul in it.

Ichigo smiled brightly right after, painting the atmosphere with happiness and peace. It resembled the hue in which their future was coloured with.

YaMi: Thanks for reading until the end. *bows*

Oh, well, I hope the ending was not deluding :P See ya around!