This started out as a three page PWP and somehow grew. There is no smut of any kind for seven pages! L I'm so ashamed. Not really but what the hell. I hope you'll enjoy it and leave me feedback either way.

So I waffled for a few days as to whether or not I should post it on FF. I decided to because I know there are some people here who like my things (thank you) and this way they'll be alerted. Not that you have to read it or anything, but it's an enjoyable piece so I hope it will be worth the effort.

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Pretty Kira, sweet Kira, what am I going to do with you? He's sleeping, finally, curled in a little ball and hogging the blanket. His birthday is coming up next week and all he'll say is 'spend the day with me.' No ideas for a gift, nothing about what he wants to do.

So tired today, he ran hard all morning and afternoon then sat there and signed reports until late. Then he came home, ate nearly nothing, had a bath and jumped me. For a bit there, I didn't think he'd even be awake long enough for sex. Should have known better. A quiet smile flicks over my lips. I honestly have no idea where he gets his energy from; I'd have been flat by noon. Now, he'll sleep for a few hours and do it all again. I shake my head and brush his bangs back. A quiet murmur and he shifts closer, pressing his nose to my side. "Shh, just sleep."

Even if he can't hear me, it's nice to talk to him. I always stay up late and chat, tell him about my day, what I thought, how wonderful and special he is. All the things I can't say to his face when he's awake. Though he would smile and nod, and might even say them back, he'd still laugh at me; he always says I'm too sentimental. That brings a smile to my face; Yume nearly choked on his tea when he heard that one.

Back to the problem at hand; what to get him for his birthday? As far as I know, I'm the only one who knows about it. I figured it out a few years ago while snooping through his enlistment file but he never mentions it and no one else seems to think anything of it. When it passed the first year without even a ripple, I was surprised. But not as surprised as he was to come home to a small cake and present. Shocked might be a better word.

I got a smile and a thank you kiss but he was a bit distant and avoided any questions. By morning he was back to normal, full of bright smiles and quiet kisses. Renji just looked at me like I was an idiot when I asked why they didn't do anything. Said "No one knows Kira's birthday, moron. It's the one thing he won't tell anyone."

So now it's our little secret. Every year, I get him that cheesecake he likes so much but can never justify spending our grocery money on and a little present. But not this year. This year, it's gonna be good. Something special. My eyes cut to the bottom cupboard of the dresser. I already have a present but I want to do something for him too, something he wants. Something he'll remember.

Something he needs. I start to grin and run a finger over the curve of his ass. A soft sigh and he snuggles in closer, small hands curling into fists against my chest. Yeah, I could do that. Something really kinky, something that will make him scream for me. I lift my hand and let wild reitsu trail his skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Doable, maybe, if I work at it a bit.

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Yumichika is sitting on the porch, idly painting his nails, one eye alert for signs of Yachiru. She'd already ruined one coat and he'd been forced to start all over. But the yard is silent, no shrieks of excitement or even the rumble of low voices. Quiet humming starts as he holds up one hand of perfectly polished nails and smiles.

A few seconds of blowing on them and he starts the other hand, sliding the little brush carefully from base to tip. As a hand brushes his shoulder, he suddenly jerks, making a squiggly line of blue over his finger tip. "Ah! You fucking bastard, I'm going to… Ikka?" Surprise blunts the temper tantrum as he turns and looks at me standing in the doorway, nearly ten feet away.

"Hey, Yume. What's goin' on?" He looks so shocked; I guess it was a good manifestation after all. Just as well, I worked on that all day yesterday.

Uh oh. His eyes are getting darker and he's frowning. "Did you do that?" He doesn't even wait for a response. "Well that's just lovely, thank you ever so much! I love repainting my nails a dozen times a day!" Oh yeah, he's pissed.

"Aw, come on, don't be like that. I reached you all the way over there, didn't I?" He's still glaring and I hold out my hand for the polish. "Here, I'll fix it up for you." Instant happiness. I swear he's bipolar or something.

A spot is cleared of bottles and fuzzy things for me and I sit and start to paint slowly. No matter how often Iba says it makes me a pansy, I'd rather paint Yume's nails a million times than smudge them once. It's kind of like coloring with Yachiru; stay in the lines or you'll die. "When did you learn to do that?" He's watching me like the small, sneaky predator he is, waiting for me to make a mistake.

"Been practicing. Not bad, huh?" A quiet hum of agreement. "Did you get those papers filled out?" The transfer forms have been sitting on my old desk for months and Yume finally decided to fill a few out. Something about wanting to take over the Third but I doubt Kira will just let him. I kind of wanted to but I've got my hands full between running the Fifth and helping Renji along with the Ninth.

At least he and Shuhei are getting along well. They're both hotheaded idiots, shouldn't be a problem. "Ah, ah, Ikka!" Aw shit. "Smudge, you left a smudge!" Skinny fingers flutter frantically against my palm.

"Well if you'd stop jerking around like a damn fish, I wouldn't. Hold still." I squeeze his wrist until he flinches and freezes up, still muttering away about smudges and ugliness on his perfection. Freak. A few dabs and the color is again confined to those talons he calls nails. "There, fixed."

Big fake tears roll over his cheeks and I poke him in the nose. "Ikka, you're so mean to me!"

Yeah, I'm just horrible. "You're ok. Look, see?" I lift his hands for him to see more clearly. "Perfect, just like you." That almost makes me choke but he's smiling again, all bright eyes and pink cheeks.

"Ikka!" He somehow manages to wriggle his way into my lap, arms carefully placed over my shoulders. "Thank you, it's lovely!"

"Yeah, yeah. Coming to spar later?"

He pulls back and stares. "Certainly! Shu-bunny will be there, of course I'm going."

I groan loudly. "Don't say that!" I pity the poor bastard. "Doesn't it bother you that he hates being called that?" Dark hair shakes immediately and an impudent smile makes me shake my head. "Whatever. I'm going to the Human World tonight. Want to come?" This is going to be embarrassing as hell but I can admit when I'm beaten.

I have no idea as to what I'll need or where to get it and Yume will. The little pervert, he'll know everything I need to and if I buy him something, he'll tell me. "That's unlike you." I grunt at him as he examines the hot blush in my cheeks. "Oh, oh! We're going shopping for Kira! Oh, I know the best places and he'll just love it!" I'm thrilled he's so smart, really I am, but sometimes, he's a bit too bright.

"Yeah, so you coming or what?" As if I could stop him now.

A dark brow arches at me as he seems to read my mind. Faint humming and he's off, weaving his way around piles of weaponry and various other 'cute' things Yachiru has dragged home in the past few days.

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Absolute humiliation. This is, horrible. Yeah, horrible will do. I'm wearing this stupid gigai and I feel like a freak. Yume just pranced his way into Urahara's place as if he belonged and requisitioned two bodies for us to borrow. Unfortunately, he didn't specify what he wanted and started to cry when I told him he had to take the girl. "It's so ugly, Ikka! No, I can't!" I seriously thought he was going to have a panic attack. And fucking Urahara snickering behind his stupid fan all the while.

So, because I'm a sucker for Yumi, I'm going as a girl. To this shop that apparently sells dirty movies, magazines and everything else you can imagine. As crude as I can be, actually shopping for this crap is a bit much. And Yume! Fuck, he just wanders around, picking and choosing from stuff I've never even imagined existed.

"Yume, hurry up." He's been playing with that, thing, for almost ten minutes and the look of glee is getting disturbing.

A high giggle and he runs over to show me. "Look, look, this one is perfect! See?" He pushes a button and it… just squirted something at me.

I knew I was fast but shit can I move when I want to. "What the fuck is that?" He's got the injured look again now that I'm well out of range.

"It's a realistic feeling squirting dildo, you idiot. It's perfect. Get it." The big guy behind the till is watching us disinterestedly, not even vaguely curious. I wonder what he would think if he knew the truth?

"Hell no." Even if I were in a guy's body right now, I'd be way too embarrassed to buy something like that. Why did I even come here?

Suddenly Yume is right up in my face, nose nearly touching mine. How does he always manage to get that close? "Now you look here. I brought you so we could find something nice for Kira's birthday and all you do is bitch. You know what you are? Selfish! You are a selfish prick and I hope he leaves you when he sees whatever crappy present you get him." An indignant sniff and off he goes, head up, little nose in the air.

Fuck. "Fine." His shoulders jerk but he doesn't look back. "I'm sorry, ok?" Alright, I give; it must be humiliate Ikkaku day or something. "Yume, will you help me find something?" He's gonna make me say it, I can tell by the way he peeks over his shoulder. "Please?"

"Okay!" Bipolar, I swear. And he's still got that stupid thing in his hand. It's shoved into mine and off he darts, roaming from wall to wall, gathering more than his little arms could possibly hope to carry. Which I suppose is the real reason I was brought along, never mind that I meant to have him help me shop. By the time he's done, I think we have half the store piled on a table he's cleared for our use. Still no reaction from the clerk, other than to drag out a magazine and flip though it.

"There is no way we're getting all this crap past Yamamoto." Technically, nothing from the Human world is allowed to come back with us. Of course everyone ignores that little rule but I'm pretty sure we'll get picked up with this much stuff. Explaining exactly what it is and what it's for is not something I'm willing to do. "I'm taking this and this." I can't even say what's on the boxes. This was such a stupid idea.

"Oh, Ikka! You have to take this one, have to, have to." He sounds just like Yachiru. "And I'm getting this one and this one and"

"Two! You can have two things." Shuhei is going to kill me at that. Big eyes blink at me and somehow, even taller than me, he manages to look helpless and small. "No. Pick two or nothing." Immediately, he snags a pair of handcuffs with bright blue fuzz on them and, something. It looks big and I glare at the wall. I wish I were blind.

And deaf. Now he's babbling on about how I owe him and should get him a present. As if that will happen. While I ignore him and hand the card over, the guy behind the counter looks me over, eying the unfamiliar breasts. I sneer at him and he looks away, running the system quickly. Amazing little thing, all I have to do I push four numbers and I can have whatever I want.

Yume runs his things through without even a blush, babbling at me over his shoulder the entire time. I must have done some really nasty shit to deserve him as my best friend. Really, what kind of guy tells his best friend all about his night of wonderful sex with another guy? Other than the freak over there. And now he's latched on to my arm. "Oi, get off!"

"Noooo, Ikka, Ikka, be my girlfriend!" Oh he's dead. That insane giggle he gets when he knows he's got me is building, muffled against my shoulder. He's just tall enough that when he leans on me, his nose nuzzles behind my ear. "No attacking in the Human World."

I just grit my teeth and make a beeline for the shop and its portal back to safe home. I'll deal with him later. One quick stop, because Yume hauls me into this little shop and bounces around too fast for me to catch him again, and we're back. I flop on the steps and just breathe the air. "Fuck yeah." I love being home.

Yume prances off, chatting away to himself, making plans. I grin slowly and roll onto my stomach. 'Yeah, you just make your plans buddy. I'm gonna wreak 'em all in one fell swoop.' All it takes is one of his old wigs and hiding the others.

"Hey, Yume!" I'm standing in the middle of the courtyard, wig in hand, when he comes wandering around the corner. "Guess what?"

He's frozen, watching me fiddle with his precious hair piece. "I, Ik, ka, ka, ku, I, ah, need that tonight. You, you know that, don, don't you?" Ha! He's almost crying already.

"Because you were such a pain today, no date tonight!" The wig bursts into flames as I drop it, one of my only two reitsu spells that work. Kind of. I singe my fingertips and the edge of my pants but that's alright.

The scream is completely worth it.

I leave him sobbing on the porch, shrieking barely intelligible threats at my back. On the way by, I stop in at the Ninth Division and drop off the extra wigs with Hisagi. "Better go baby his highness." His eyes roll before he goes back to his paperwork. Who knew being Vice-Captain had so much work attached? Yachiru sure the hell doesn't do any, and nothing ever seems to show up on my desk, even without a second in command.

It's shrugged off as hardly important. What is important is getting home and setting up before Kira decides to come back.

Kira

I wonder what Ikkaku has been doing all day? I've been fielding his division all afternoon as they wander in looking for him. Though why he would be at the Third is beyond me. He never comes by, says it still smells like Ichimaru.

Which it does not. I cleaned it really, really well, disinfected everything I could reach and a few places I couldn't by just throwing bleach around. I even moved all the furniture to different places. I sigh and sign the last form of the day. How all that paper manages to pile up overnight is beyond me. And most of it is for the Vice-Captain, so I can't even just leave it for whoever takes over. Which is probably just as well, considering I'm working on Bankai and hope to take over soon. Before that damned Yumichika gets there first.

A long stretch and I'm off. Something is happening at the Eleventh. Not that it's usually quiet over there but there is a lot of shouting tonight. Oh well, as long as Ikkaku is home, it doesn't matter. The house is silent as I walk up, all the lights out. Maybe he isn't home after all.

I sigh quietly and let myself in before freezing in the door. Something is wrong. Or, maybe just different. "Ikkaku?" The room feels strange, the air heavy. He's definitely there but his power floods the small house and I can't tell where he is, if he's even inside.

"Kira." His voice is low and coming from the other side of the room. I think. It's dark and hard to tell. "Close the door."

I step through obediently and close the door quietly. This feels strange, a bit frightening. Ichimaru used to do things like this, wait for me in the dark. A few cautious steps in before his voice stops me. "Kneel." Habit sends me to my knees without a sound and I close my eyes as he moves closer, the brush of cloth giving his location away. "Do you know what day it is?"

Think, Kira, think. "I, no. I don't." I have no idea whatsoever. Even his breathing is silent and it's as if he's vanished again. "Ikk…" I'm not afraid. I won't be afraid.

His name is cut off by a piece of leather wrapping around my neck. My eyes roll backwards, as if I can see him without moving my head but I remain still, relaxed. "I'm disappointed. Did you forget your birthday again?" Oh, is that today? One, two, yesterday was… No, that's not right.

"Ikkaku, my birthday is tomorrow." I gasp softly as the collar tightens; not enough to hurt or cut off my air but snug.

Air rushes over my ear. "Are you arguing with me?" My hands are grabbed and pulled behind my back, a thin cord wrapping around them. "What happens when you talk back to me?"

Breath is getting harder already and my fingers wiggle helplessly. I love to be here, under his hands and in his control but it feels strange. Ikkaku doesn't usually want to play these games with me, not without me asking first. It's exciting that he wants to take control on his own. "I'm sorry, sir." I whisper just loud enough for him to hear and relish the jerk at my collar.

"What? Speak up!" Thick fingers trail over my lips and up to cover my eyes.

They are followed by heavy cloth that wraps around my head and is tightened in the back. "I'm sorry, sir. Please forgive me." My tongue flicks over the pads of his fingers as they wander my face again.

"Huh. Better." He sounds satisfied and kisses my ear, nibbling at the lobe gently. "What should I do with my pretty Kira, hmm?" I hold in the quiet gasp as he threatens soft skin with the edges of sharp teeth. "Does my sweet Izuru remember what to say?"

Oh yes. I let out a moan as my groin grows heavy at his words. If he thinks we need a safe word, this will be a night to remember. "Yes, Madarame." It's always the same, his name that no one calls. Except me. Warmth curls in my chest that has nothing to do with arousal. I've only used it once and it was to make sure he would stop, before it got too far.

He was so upset and worried that he had hurt me, I felt horrible for months but I couldn't tell him why I said it. To test him, and myself at the same time, because I could only say it if I knew he would stop. In all the years with Ichimaru, I never used a safe word, not even once, because deep down I knew he wouldn't stop, no matter what I said. And that would have killed me, to know he loved me so little.

Ikkaku's low voice brings me back to the present. "Good." Suddenly the warmth of his body is gone and I'm left kneeling on the floor. Metal brushes metal and goosebumps rise on my arms; my bangs shake into my face, hiding the sudden quiver of unease. A freezing cold blade eases along my neck, blunt side in, before gliding down my spine. Cloth parts with a mere whisper of sound and movement, falling to hang from my arms. The blade trails my arms from shoulder to wrist then slips by the waist of my pants. My breath catches as my pants part over the thigh and fall between my legs, leaving me naked.

The air feels warm after the cold of the knife and a soft cry escapes as warm breath blows over my skin. A sharp slap to my thigh and I bite my lip to hold back the cry. "Did I say you could make noise? Be quiet."

A murmured "Yes, Sir," and I try to remain silent as he tugs at the tatters of my clothes and teases me with his heat. The room is quiet and still dark, not even a hint of light slipping past the blindfold. Large hands rest on my hips and I suddenly hear a tiny 'click.' The door has opened and a second quiet noise signals it has shut again.

Is someone there? Ikkaku can't reach the door, not from where I knelt, and he's touching me with both hands. There must be someone here. Someone watching. My breath stutters in my chest and Ikkaku leans forward to lick my lips. "Shh, baby, shh." A small round object is pressed into my hand and I cling to the familiar toy; it's a blue and red rubber ball with a bell inside. A backup system, and if it falls, we're done.

The tension in my shoulders drains away as I squeeze it a few times, letting the familiar jingle sooth me. Large hands rub over my shoulders and back, soothing while I think. Of course I can trust Ikkaku. He loves me and would never hurt me. If he's invited someone to join us, then it will be someone I like and trust as well, even if only to watch. It's strange because he is usually so possessive and jealous but it will be fine. A short nod and I can feel his smile.

I suck on my lower lip as he licks the back of my shoulder, just at the edge of where I lose feeling. Shudders rack my body as he teases back and forth over the line, hot tongue and cool breath changing places and I can never tell where he'll be next. His hands slide over my stomach and circle my navel, large palms easily spanning my waist. So big, everything about him is so big.

It's comforting too, his heat and size, because they are always there to protect me from anything. A smile flits in my mind; even the silly things, like puddles. Last time it rained I wasn't allowed to walk and had to put up with Mahiko from the Fifth stalking me and trying to carry me every time I tried to go outside. My head snaps back as a nipple is twisted gently. "Ah, ah!"

A big hand slaps my ass, sending me leaning forward, eyes watering. "You know, for such a smart little guy, you really don't learn very quickly, do you?" I whimper into the carpet and try to bring myself back up to sit. "Naw, just stay put. This is better anyway." Callused fingers trail the tingling area, massaging the pain away.

His hands move up my chest to tease a sensitive nipple and play with my hair, tucking it to the side. Gentle fingers slide over my ass as a stray bang is pulled into place. I arch into the touch for an instant before I realize that makes three. Three hands touching me, three hands slipping over my skin, three hands exploring my body as I squirm under them. Quiet rumbling against my back and Ikkaku leans over me, pressing his clothed chest to my bare back. "No, please, no…"

I'm not sure I mean it. It feels good, skilled hands discovering my sensitive places, sliding into me. But I've never had two at one time; I've only had two lovers at all. "Hush now, be a good boy and be quiet." The quiet voice whispers over my ear and I whimper as I'm stroked slowly, my cock tunneled loosely.

He loves me, I know he does, and he would never hurt me. I believe that. Even if nothing else makes sense, if the world crumbles again, Ikkaku loves me and will protect me until his last breath.

A quiet sigh as I relax again and lean into his arms, stretching into the petting hand on my hip. Another joins it and I'm surrounded, stroked and pressed from all directions. They move seamlessly, covering my skin in differing pressures and textures. Ikkaku's hands are sword callused and rough, though he uses them gently. The other's hands are almost clumsy in their touch but smooth; they feel strange but it must be because I'm not used to being touched by anyone but my partner.

Ikkaku's fingers skim my spine and I arch back, raising my ass the way he likes. A groan of appreciation and I smile to myself, flexing a bit. Cool oil slides between my cheeks and is pressed inside lightly, just past the first ring of muscle. Barely enough to even give me the faint stretch I love. Tiny circles taunt me until I cry out and reach with my fingers, wiggling against the bonds. A soft chuckle and the strange hands press to me again, thin fingers sliding inside.

Such an intimate touch from someone I can't identify. Terrifying and exhilarating at the same time, my breath comes in short gasps as another finger is added. It's fast and stings but his fingers are small and delicate. I'm so curious but I don't want to know. How could I face them knowing they'd seen me crying to be fucked? A rustle of cloth and the faintest splash from the side and I turn my head, lifting it a little even though I can't see. The collar tugs at my neck, forcing my head just a bit higher than is comfortable.

The head of a cock brushes my lips and I open my mouth obediently. Ikkaku, it's definitely him and I swallow as much as I can reach, flicking my tongue over the head as I suck slowly, bobbing a little with my limited range of movement. But it doesn't matter; he's thrusting into me, brushing the back of my throat with each movement. I can't hold back anymore, low moans quivering around his flesh as the fingers in my ass stroke over my prostate again and again.

He pulls away from me with a groan and shifts himself around a little to finger me firmly, making me squeak and push back. Much better, his thicker, more solid fingers find just the right places to pet. They're removed after a minute and I whimper, trying to follow with my hips. Another spank, not hard but a warning for me to behave myself. It's good, the small pain to counter the pleasure; I hum into Ikkaku's thigh, nuzzling the heavy cloth as warm flesh presses to my opening.

Tight, it's tight, I cry out in mild protest against the burn of entry. The insistent push stops but pressure is still pressed to me; a small break but he is clearly going to continue. My fingers wiggle and reach, hoping to brush the hard abs but come against only air. Another soft cry is muffled in the hakama pants and I pant as he starts to push inside again.

Wait.

If I'm using Ikkaku as a pillow, he can't be inside me. My head snaps up and I choke on my breath, scrambling to speak. "Ikkaku!"

"Yeah, baby. I'm right here." It is him beside me, his face down near mine. He's letting someone else fuck me? A tear comes from nowhere and courses down my cheek. "Izuru, are you ok? Want to stop?" I, I, I don't know what to do, I don't want this but I don't want to make him angry with me either. "I won't be mad, I promise." He always knows exactly what I'm thinking.

His finger trails my neck and slides down my arm to tap gently on the wrist of the hand holding my ball. All I have to do is let go and he'll release me. Or I can trust him. Long minutes of indecision pass, the red ball squeaking in my fist before I squeeze it tightly and nod. "Okay." I do trust him, with my body and my love.

As long as he's here beside me, it will be alright.

The push starts again and I try to relax, to let him in as more oil is poured over my ass. Full, so incredibly full, it's almost too much, the pain bordering on overwhelming. Finally, it stops and I breathe deeply, panting as I adjust. A gentle finger tilts my head up to rub the tip of a weeping erection to my lips and I take it in again, testing the edges of my teeth gently. A slow withdrawal of the cock in my ass and an even slower thrust leave me moaning around the hot erection in my mouth.

My hips move a little, angling just the extra bit to press the thrusting tip against my prostate. Pleasure so intense it hurts arcs through me and I jerk forward then back, caught between them. The position is uncomfortable, my neck twisted just a bit too much, my back arched at just barely the wrong angle but it doesn't matter. Only moving between them matters.

No matter how I wriggle and arch, I can't get anymore contact. Only the nearly ghostly hands on my hips, the heavy warmth inside me, and Ikkaku at my lips. It feels strange, as if I'm fucking a disembodied cock. My cries are getting louder, the press of Ikkaku's power growing as he pulses on my tongue, pushing further into my mouth.

I'm so close, my legs shaking as the heaviness in my groin grows; I pull away from sucking Ikkaku off to pant loudly in the quiet room. The thrusts speed up quickly and I scream as hot liquid spurts inside me. I feel my own orgasm begin and shudder, cock jerking between my thighs. A hard hand wraps around the base, gripping it firmly. "No." Ikkaku's voice from above me again, commanding me as I sob in frustration and thrust back towards the still twitching member inside me.

It pulls away as Ikkaku speaks firmly. "You don't come for anyone else. Only me." Cold leather wraps around the base of my length and tears slide quickly over my skin as he tightens it. When he releases the end, it falls to slap lightly against my balls, rushing them with every jerk of my erection. The bastard chuckles and wraps his arms around my stomach, dropping kisses long my neck as he turns me enough to press my back to his chest.

I'm pulled to my knees and reach back blindly, aching to have him inside. His stomach is hot and hard under my fingers and I trace over old scars and heavy muscle, easing cloth out of my way as I go. "Yes, only you." Anything, as long as he comes to me. The head of his erection presses to my entrance and slips in effortlessly, the way smoothed by cooling semen and oil.

Heavy thrusts push me upwards, balanced on his thighs as he slams into me. I ache, arousal pounding against me as he whispers sweet words of love against my hair.

Ikkaku

He's so fucking beautiful. For a minute, I thought he might refuse when I first settled the toy to his entrance but he just sighed and nodded, quiet voice agreeing to whatever I want. Sometimes he's too obedient. I watch carefully as I push gently, forcing the wide toy past the tight opening, looking for signs of pain or injury. Even then, I stop just over half way, hands running over his back as the ghost hands caress his thighs.

I tip his face upwards and ease my hips forward, inviting him to suck me. Which he does, little tongue flickering over the head before he swallows me down. That mouth should be illegal and probably is in most of the Rukongai. Soft sucking sounds make me half close my eyes and tug gently at the artificial cock, watching it slide out and back in as he moans around me.

The quiet sound vibrates up my shaft and I echo him quietly. He's so wanton, moving between my hands and cock, arching and twisting as he cries his pleasure into my skin. Every suck moves me to thrust against his mouth, parting his bright lips further as he takes more and more of me into himself. Faster and harder, I shove the toy into him, forcing him to rock between the two cocks.

Finally, I can't wait any longer and push the little button to release the mechanism. The
slender body jolts and screams as warm oil spurts into him. His cock is shaking and I grab him quickly, holding his orgasm back. "No." I will never share that much of him, even with an imaginary lover. Heavy sobs as he arches back and tries to move, long bangs shivering as he fights my hold. "You don't come for anyone else. Only me."

A strip of leather is grabbed from its place beside the water basin and I slide it around the base of his twitching cock. A muffled denial as I finish tying it and let the loose end drop to tease delicate skin. For a second, I watch as he jolts and whines with every quiver of his length. A quiet laugh and I pull him around to snuggle into my chest, kisses lining the nape of his graceful neck.

His fingers sneak over my skin, twisting inside my clothes to pet, short nails digging in to pull me closer. "Yes, only you." It's wonderful to hear that, that he still wants me, needs me. His opening is slick and relaxed, begging for me to enter; he's so light I can lift him with one arm and position myself with my free hand. His panting is delicious, his moans exquisite as I thrust eagerly, sliding into that fantastic heat and wet tightness.

Not long, I can't wait too long. But I want it to last; his words are like a spell, whispering invisible bonds that will contain me for my entire life. I find myself repeating them, babbling into his hair how precious he is. My movements slow and I pet him softly, gently plucking at his nipples and tapping the tip of his ignored cock.

By the time I've stopped moving, he's screaming, shrieking in his need, and I let him, let his voice rise and the tightening of his abs squeeze me tightly. Too much, he's too tight, too beautiful and inviting and seductive in his desire of me. I've never been wanted like this, had someone make me their entire world the way he does. When I start to move quickly, he yells his encouragement and jolts against me.

A faint jingle catches my attention and I open my eyes to look for it, curious. I freeze at the sight of the small red and blue ball rolling across the floor. Kira's still moving under me, trying to get closer but I hold him away. "Baby, Kira, I'm sorry, just hold on, ok?" Oh fuck, I hurt him, I know I did. I was too rough and I hurt him.

I'm no better than Ichimaru

"No! No, no, no, no" He's babbling, fighting my hands as I pull away from him completely and fumble with the ties at his hands.

They've knotted somehow and I can only loosen them a bit, my fingers shaking too much to untie them properly. "Just a second, sweetheart, I'm so sorry, I'll get you free." Maybe I should take the blindfold off first, maybe he won't be scared. Or the collar. Shit! He must be terrified, I have to sit on him to keep him down while he kicks and shrieks unintelligibly.

Fuck this. I grab the knife I used to remove his clothes earlier and slice through the cord holding his hands then the cloth over his eyes. "Izuru?" He's gone silent and still. "Baby, darling, come on, answer me!" I've never felt this kind of panic before. Not in a fight, not when Yume dragged himself home battered and bruised, not when I faced Zaraki for the first time, not even when I came back from my mission to the Human World and couldn't find Kira anywhere.

A faint growl and I'm flying. My head cracks on the floor and I stare up at the wild blue glaring down at me as slim thighs clamp down on my waist. "You are such a jerk." Even if I tried to get up, I wouldn't be able to move; Kira's power matches mine and shoves me to the floor as he aligns himself and slides down over me. Blond tilts back and his bangs fall away from his face, leaving him exposed and gorgeous. The stark black of the collar around his neck leaves me panting with crossed eyes, a visible sign of my possession.

Small hands press to my stomach as he raises and lowers himself, moaning and crying above me. My palms rest on his hips and I help him move, setting a fast, hard pace. Relief throbs in my chest, driving me higher as he screams and jerks above me. His hands are fumbling at his cock, one stroking frantically and the other fighting with the tie.

My hands are steady now as I take over, undoing the clasp and pulling leather free with a wet slick. It's slippery with precum and oil and I just drop the strip wherever it may fall, ignoring it in favor of adoring my precious lover. His stomach flexes and I run my thumbs over it, pressing just below his navel; my cock throbs as it's massaged through his walls, the spongy bump of his prostate forced into contact with me.

One final thrust and he's coming, chest jerking as he rides me, breath frozen in his throat. I love this, this moment when he stops breathing; he would let me kill him without even a whimper of protest. I can even understand Ichimaru's obsession with him at this moment, this shining, unique instant that I wish would never end.

But I am not Ichimaru and I love Kira's smile more than any frozen moment. I remove my hands and tap his stomach gently until he gasps air in, tightening his body. It's exactly enough to push me over the edge after him and I pulse rapidly, arching to shove deeply, clenching heat drawing me in.

Long moments pass as he collapses onto my chest, heart beating like a frightened bird's, fluttery and strong. Gentle caresses of his fingertips trail my shoulders and cheeks while I kiss him, parting his lips quietly. "Happy Birthday, Izuru."

"Thank you, Ikkaku." He's dying to ask, I can tell. But he might be too shy. A lazy flick of power and the lamp covers flip off; I left them burning earlier so I wouldn't have to get up and light them. Curious blue eyes glance around, seeking another person, or even a sign of his presence.

The basin of cooling water, the bottle of oil, cord, the thin leather strip, the heavy toy; all are taken in and he frowns a bit. "Ikkaku?"

"Yes?" A smile tugs at my lips, and he frowns even more. "Kira, you really think I could share you with someone else?" A start and red stains his pale cheeks. "Of course not. You're mine and I don't share well."

"But…" His voice trails away and I grin; if even a master like Kira can't figure it out, I must be getting good at it. Reitsu skims his back and he groans, moving towards it. A ghostly hand trips down his spine and he starts, jerking upwards only to groan and fall forward.

"Might want to stay still for a bit." He's gonna be sore tomorrow. And probably tonight, which is fine. I'll just have to pamper him a bit. "New trick. Pretty good, huh?" Not that I want his praise or anything.

But that shy smile and tiny nod make my chest swell. "Yes, Ikkaku, it's a wonderful skill." His approval is sweet, as charming and lovely as he is. A small hand reaches for the toy and he drags it over by his fingertips, stubbornly refusing my help in retrieving it.

His face is brilliant red but he turns it over and examines it carefully, feeling the soft texture and spongy tip, pressing the button to make a bit of leftover oil ooze out. It's cool now and he glances at me quickly, before looking away; the basin catches his eye and he peeks at me from under his bangs. I nod a bit, blushing slightly. It was the only thing I could think of to warm it up and make it more real.

The toy is put aside and he leans his head on my chest, hands stacked under his chin. "I love you." He so accepting, taking every part of me into him and adoring it all.

He's completely irresistible. "Me too." I hope he never changes.

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It's a fun piece, I think, and I enjoyed writing it immensely, not just for the sex, but for the feel of a long term commitment and affection they have for each other. Ikkaku came out a bit more mushy than I expected but that's ok. I hope you enjoyed it and I'm really glad you made it all the way down here.

And for anyone who got a bit confused; the third 'person' is an illusion, created by a good toy and a bit of energy manipulation. That toy actually exists, with 'real-flesh' texture and squirting mechanism. Kira's thoughts and feelings are based on the fact that he thinks it is real, so it may be hard to move from point of view to reality. (though what is real in fanfiction I couldn't tell you)