Woooo I'm sorry for the wait everyone! Lots of things going on. I finally got to write some lemon! So excited about it ^_^ I felt like they're a little OOC. Much lurve for my beta Royedshipper!! 3

FYI: Ze lemony area shall be marked off by asterisks!

And I'm wayyyyy too fucked up right now to come up with something witty for the disclaimer. So yeah, I dun own Bleach or any of the hotties within. That's allllll Tite Kubo right thar. 8D

"I'm falling for you too, Toshiro."

The usually large emerald optics were slightly glazed over and half lidded, his mind spinning out of control in an attempt at wrapping his brain around the words that had just been uttered from the other man's lips. Hitsugaya knew what his feelings were for Ichigo and he had prepared his mind for the worst case scenario of rejection and belittlement; he had even half expected laughter from him. The confession had caught him with his guard down and the blow had sent his mind reeling.

Did he really just....? No, he didn't just... Am I imagining... Did I fall asleep in the shower...? Is my sanity still intact...? Dammit Toshiro! Pull yourself together! It was just a kiss! ...Just a kiss. But his lips were so soft...and they tasted like strawberry chap stick... Crap. Now isn't the time to be thinking like a high school girl and getting all giddy because he kissed me. I'm an adult. I can be rational about this. It was a kiss. Which means that he has similar feelings towards me as I have for him. It's not what I had expected but... he likes me back. Isn't this what I wanted? Why am I feeling so nervous? I like him, he likes me. It's such a simple concept but the butterflies in my stomach are so intense... How is it possible to feel so anxious from something as simple as a kiss? I don't feel like this when Momo kisses my cheek or even when Matsumoto would try and make out with me when she was drunk...

"Hey...Toshiro..."

"Eh?" was all the captain could mutter as his eyes focused on the hand waving in front of his face.

"You ok? You kinda spaced out over there."

"Oh..." a small blush crept onto Hitsugaya's face. "I'm fine. Just a little tired is all..."

With a small smile, Ichigo leaned over and gently placed a kiss under the alabaster bangs. "You're right. It's late."

The pink tinge on his cheeks only grew darker when the lips pressed against his forehead. He quickly stood from the bed in a poor attempt at hiding his embarrassment. As he stood he let the towel drop from his waist, leaving him standing naked with his back to the other man.

The small hands quickly grabbed the pair of boxers that he had left out before his shower and stepped into them. Once the fabric was settled on his hips, he grabbed the folded undershirt and slipped it over his head. After a moment of fixing the fabric, he knelt down next to the futon on the floor and pulled back the covers. Just as he had begun to climb onto the small thin mattress, Ichigo's voice echoed across the room.

"Why're ya sleeping down there?"

"What do you mean? This is where-"

Hitsugaya's sentence was cut short as he turned and looked at Ichigo. The orange haired teen had already climbed under his blankets and had exposed the mattress laying next to him. It took a moment for the captain to realize that Ichigo was implying; he wanted them to share the bed.

"Kurosaki, I don't know what kind of person you think I am but..."

"Dammit Toshiro! It's not like that!" A slight blush appeared on his face as he looked away from the other man. "I figured that since we kinda like each other, it would be ok to sleep next to one another. I feel bad that you're stuck on the cold, hard floor..."

The tendo looked away as well. He was just trying to be nice... I mean... The bed does look a lot more comfortable than the floor. And I'd be closer to him...Grrrr... Why do these damn butterflies keep coming back?!

The blush on the captain had almost faded completely when he stood from the floor. He didn't say another word as he climbed in the bed and pulled the blankets up over chest. He turned over onto his right side in an attempt to get comfortable and was greeted with a long, muscular arm wrapping around his back. It was then that he realized he was facing the other man and his face had been buried into Ichigo's chest.

"What are you doing?" Hitsugaya asked as he looked upwards at him.

"I havfta hug something or I can't fall asleep and since you're here I don't have room to hug a pillow." The large chocolate brown eyes looked down and greeted their partners. "Does it bother you that bad?"

The eye contact only lasted a moment before the emerald eyes darted away. He wasn't used to such a relationship with someone. Yes, people did violate his personal space on an almost hourly basis and it drove him absolutely mad; but this was a different invasion. This was rather quite comfortable. He felt safe and secure in the other's arms and it felt almost as if the other man's arms had been made specifically to hold his own body. It was almost as if he belonged there.

Without meeting the partnering eyes, Hitsugaya answered the question that had been asked. "No... It's just... It takes time to get used to. And about before....It... It's not like it was bad or anything... The kiss, I mean...It's just..."

"It's just....What?" If Hitsugaya wasn't mistaken, he thought he had heard the sound of worry within the teen's voice; and he would have been right. Ichigo was rather nervous. He had, after all, kissed his captain and now they lay in bed together. Hugging nonetheless. It was happening so fast; He had just arrived in the Soul Society, not to mention he just started working with the man less than twenty-four hours ago. As fast as it seemed to be going, it somehow felt right. And what kind of hypocrite would be he if he didn't follow the advice he himself had given to Renji a few weeks earlier?

"You wanna tell Rukia what?" Ichigo blinked in surprise at his friend. He had been down in the clinic, helping his father with an overflow of paper work. Renji had come by earlier and had followed the teen back into the clinic and flopped down on the cot next to desk his friend had been working at.

"I wanna tell her how I feel dammit!" The red head, who had been laying on his back, flipped onto his side to face Ichigo. His arm was bent to support his head and his hand had disappeared in a sea of ruby locks. "I mean, We've been friends since our days in the Rukongai. I followed her to the damn academy. I even entered the Gotei 13! Do ya have any idea how friggin' long ago that was?! I've tried, 'n tried, 'n tried, 'n no matter how many times I try I always wimp out! What the hell can I do, Ichigo?!"

The orange haired teen set down his pen and turned in his swivel chair to face his friend. He leaned his elbows on his thighs and let his hands fall slack between his legs. "The only advice I can give is ignore your brain. Do what feels right. If you feel like grabbing her and kissing her, just do it. What do you have to lose? It's Rukia man, at most she'll be pissed for a day or two and she'll be back to normal. But honestly, Renji..."

A sigh passed Ichigo's lips as he stood from the chair, his eyes hidden behind his fiery orange bangs. A moment passed before he clenched his fist, swinging it with all his power and connecting with Renji's jaw. The vice captain went flying backwards, falling off the bed and crashing hard to the floor. As fast as it had happened, Renji was on his knees and had his hands on the bed, his swollen cheek slurring his speech slightly.

"Whath the hell wasth that for, fucker?!"

The teen leaned forward, grabbing the collar of Renji's 'Red Pineapple' tee shirt and bringing his face eerily close to the other. "Are you fucking blind Renji?! Rukia's been dropping hints left and right! And I've barely known you guys a couple-a years! So I can only imagine how long she's been waving it in front of your face! God! You really are a fuckin' moron."

Ichigo had released his collar as Renji began to pull backwards. On a normal occasion, he would have had an easy retort; but sadly, he knew Ichigo was right. He had convinced himself that he was nothing more than a rat from Rukongai and she was now the daughter of a noble family. He knew it would never work, and put all his efforts into protecting her instead. As long as she was happy, he would do anything to protect her smile. He had seen the signs that she felt the same, but he just couldn't bring himself to act. In his mind, he would never be good enough for her. How could a noble ever love a rat?

The look of realization was plastered all over the older man's face and Ichigo had definitely noticed it. He smirked slightly as he straightened his posture. "And I swear if you EVER break her heart, I'm gonna break your fuckin' face."

"Tch." Renji stood and met Ichigo's smirk with one of his own. "Yer never gonna get that chance."

"Look. About the kiss, I was just-"

His explanation skidded to a halt as lips met his own from below. Ichigo's eyes widened in surprise as he realized who the lips belonged to. They lingered there for a moment before they receded back downward slightly.

"I said it wasn't bad, didn't I? And really, would I be laying here if it was?"

A small smile crept onto the teen's face. "You're right. I guess I was just second guessing myself."

"You're such a pain in the ass sometimes, Kurosaki..." the captain muttered as he buried his face into the thin white under shirt of his partner. His eyes slipped closed as he took a deep breath of the other's scent, holding it for a moment before releasing it. The warm breath cascaded across his face after bouncing off Ichigo's chest and the feeling of the heated air being exhaled against his body made the teen shiver.

For an ice wielder, he sure is warm...And I can feel his muscles through the shirt. Yeah I've them before but I didn't realize they were this defined.

The vice captain's fingers had begun to act on their own, gently kneading and tracing the valleys and hills of the finely toned form in his arms. Shortly after that started, however, his digits grew bored of the fabric and managed to slide themselves under the thin shirt and began to caress the soft flesh.

The simple act caught the white haired tendo off guard. He jumped slightly at the sudden invasion of the hand under his shirt but didn't pull away. "What are you doing?"

"Toshiro, have you ever been intimate with someone?"

Hitsugaya sat up slightly at the question and locked his eyes onto the half lidded brown ones below him. "What kind of question is that? Of course I have! ….. Maybe...." The emerald optics looked away as a blush crept onto his face, which was barely noticeable due to the darkness enveloping the room. "...No."

"No?" asked Ichigo with a raised brow.

"Did I stutter?"

"Any reason why?"

"Why the hell does it matter? I've never had any interests in that sort of thing."

"So are you saying you're never going to?"

A small growl escaped Hitsugaya's lips as he brought his eyes back to the other pair. "I never said that. I just never found the right person. I personally don't feel that sex is a frivolous thing that should be had because you're bored. It's an act that should be between two people who love each other."

The free hand of the orange haired shinigami reached up and gently cupped his captain's cheek. "No need to be so defensive. I was just curious."

After letting a few seconds of silence pass, the captain let out a small sigh. "I'm sorry. I'm not used to the whole 'opening up' thing."

"It's ok. It'll get easier in time." The teen leaned over and placed a light kiss on the other's lips. He lingered there for a moment before pulling away. For some odd reason, what had started as a simple gesture of kindness had set off a spark between the two men. To the both of them it had felt like an electric shock had passed between their lips and had managed to stir up a lustful yearning. Even though the lips had only parted for a few seconds, both mouths clashed roughly back together in heated passion.

***

The arms around the smaller man tightened and pulled the smaller body closer while the shorter arms appeared from beneath both bodies and wrapped themselves around Ichigo's neck. Both men tilted their heads to gain better access to the other's lips, and the teen took advantage of his leverage; As he pulled his captain closer, he lifted his own body to bring himself on top of the other.

As the kiss deepened, Hitsugaya felt a soft tongue starting to trace the pads of his lips. He slowly parted them, fighting against the eager urges within his body. Ichigo had to fight the same battle and instead of roughly pushing his tongue into the other mouth, he casually let the appendage slip into the awaiting mouth, carefully exploring the unfamiliar oral cavity and rub softly against it's partner. The movements and soft caresses of the tongues slowly grew harsher and more feverish, each man fighting for dominance against the other.

While the battle ensued, the hand on the smaller face trailed down the body underneath it, lightly dragging his fingertips against the thin shirt. Once at the bottom of the shirt, the digits slipped under the fabric and pushed it upwards, exposing the pale torso below it. The fingers slowly traced the dips the tight abdominal muscles created, savoring the feeling of the soft,cool flesh against his calloused fingers. Again his fingers had become bored; they wanted to feel more.

After breaking away and placing a couple of quick soft kisses on the other's lips, Ichigo sat back on his shins. His eyes burned with yearning and desire as he beheld the sight laying before him. The white rays streaming from the moon flooded the teen's bed and the captain on it. The glow bathed hard contrasting shadows across the smaller man's toned chest and stomach, each raised lump of tight muscle coating the slopes in the darkest of blacks. He watched the pectorals rise and fall at a rapid pace as the man below him tried to refill his body with the much needed oxygen that was denied during the fiery kiss. The moonlight that shone over his soft features created an almost dreamy glow, causing the already pallid skin to become even paler and the bright teal-green eyes to brighten in contrast against the milky skin.

"W-what's wrong?" asked the timid captain as he slowly sat up.

"Nothing...You're just more beautiful that I realized."

The pink covering Hitsugaya's cheeks darkened considerably and was now visible in the moonlight. The words that flowed so easily from Ichigo's lips were something that the captain was not used to hearing. He didn't even have a chance to reply to the confession, because before he knew what was happening, the teen reached over, grasped the bottom hem of his shirt and pulled it off and over his head, slightly messing the spiky alabaster hair.

It took a moment of the green eyes looking at his own chest, then at Ichigo's, then back to his own to realize that the situation he was in was slightly biased.. The orbs shifted back and forth a few more times before saying anything. "How come I'm the only one with their shirt off? That doesn't seem very fair."

Ichigo took the smaller hands into his own with a smile. "If you want something, do it. No matter how wrong you think you may be. This is the time you follow your own instincts, not your normal rational thought. If you want my shirt off, take it off."

The older man swallowed hard at the implications of the statement. The whole 'intimacy' thing was quite a foreign matter to him. He may have been considered a prodigy who was wise beyond his years, but it was impossible to know how to act in a situation he'd never been in. Deep down though, he knew that the advice seemed like the right thing; it was the only logical choice when in a person was in a circumstance he wasn't knowledgeable of. The concept worked with battles, with work, and oddly enough, with relations such as this.

Small, trembling hands reached out and grabbed the bottom of the teen's shirt. As he pulled it upwards, he leaned closer, eventually kneeling on the soft mattress. With a soft tug, the shirt came off the boy's torso and was dropped on the floor next to the bed. It was that moment that Hitsugaya understood what Ichigo had seen as 'beautiful'. The moonlight that had cast such harsh shadows on his own body poetically graced the other's body, accentuating the slim yet muscular frame and causing an almost eerie glow around the numerous scars that covered the boy's chest. His sharp features interrupted the light in all the right spots over his body, casting shadows that defined his body so perfectly.

Before his mind could contemplate on what to do with such a beautiful sight, the slim dexterous fingers lightly traced the large scar that trailed down his sternum and lead to the one on his stomach. His soft lips soon followed, placing feather light kisses on the rough tissues which earned a gasp and a soft moan from the teen. The noises caught the older man off guard and he pulled back slightly, the words of the teen automatically playing back in his head.

If you want something, do it.

Giving way to his instincts and hormones for the first time in his long life, Hitsugaya brought his lips back to the scarred chest, the kisses now becoming more rough. The fingers that had so gingerly touched the roughened skin began to explore the body before him, the callouses on the tips of his fingers eagerly discovering the different areas of his lover to find which, if any, were more sensitive; and he had found what he was subconsciously looking for when his finger brushed against Ichigo's nipple.

The sensation of the lips kissing the sensitive scar tissue was an amazing feeling. He rather enjoyed the feeling of the soft lips searching their way around his body. It was in the moment of utmost contentment that he was ripped from his daydreams from the finger brushing against his nipple. His breath hitched in his throat and a shiver was sent down his spine, causing his body to tremble. The reaction of his body caused the smaller man to pull away, a look of nervous concern showing through his eyes.

Slowly the brown eyes revealed themselves from behind the closed eyelids. "What's wrong?"

"N-Nothing...But you gasped..."

"Cause it felt good."

Hitsugaya sat back on his shins and looked down at his his hands. "This is new to me. I know you said to act on instinct alone, but I've never been in this kind of situation and I don't normally act on instinct alone. I always have to think things through with all the facts intact. Not to mention I don't know..." His voice trailed off to a barely audible whisper. "...What I'm doing."

"Well, then...How about we do it this way..." The teen leaned forward and placed his hands onto the captain's bare shoulders. He gently pushed him back so the other man laid down on his back and teen was on top. "I'll go first; but really, a lot of it has to do with exploring and finding what the person likes."

"It almost sounds like you're trying to patronize me, Kurosaki."

"Ok, rule number one. No formalities. It kills the mood."

Hitsugaya rolled his eyes. "Stop treating me like a child. I only use your last name to remind you that regardless of the circumstances, I'm still your superior."

"Wow. This is really killing the mood. Let's just continue on, shall we?"

Without waiting for a response, Ichigo leaned down and began to place kisses on the smaller man's neck. The captain gasped, both from the sensation and from the suddenness. With every kiss on the sensitive flesh, the lips pushed harder and harder until they parted and began to suck on the tip of Hitsugaya's collar bone. The soft "Ah..." was exactly what the teen was expecting and smirked inwardly as he started to work his way down the shorter body. His lips trailed down over his chest, stopping to flick the perk nipple with the tip of his tongue.

"Ahh..I-Ichi...go..."

The small hands reached down, gingerly running his fingers through the wild orange locks. Every inch of his skin tingled at the sensation of the mouth enclosing over the tender skin. The tongue that traced small circles over it caused him to arch his back slightly, a soft moan escaping his lips. The moan had not gone unnoticed by the man performing the deliciously sinful actions; the soft yet breathy moan had invigorated and tantalized him, the slowly hardening member in his boxers growing substantially from the sound alone.

Soon the lips continued to assault the body below him with kisses and licks, stopping just below the other's navel at the waist band of his boxers. The brown eyes looked up the body to meet their partners, who had opened slightly when the carcasses had stopped.

"Do you mind, Toshiro?"

All the captain could do was shake his head no. His vocal chords, along with the rest of his body, had refused to answer to any of the commands his brain gave. He was basically a panting lump of mush, unable to comprehend any logical thought or any make any normal movements.

A grin crawled onto Ichigo's face as he gently pulled the fabric from the other's hips, pulling it completely off and tossing them to the floor. He sat back to admire the sight in front of him and trailed his index finger down the side of the other's thigh. For someone his size, he's really hung...

That simple touch forced a shiver from his captain. The smirk that was inward only moment ago appeared on the younger man's face as he leaned back down, grasping the throbbing member in his hand. He slowly began to stroke it, stopping after a few up and down movements to rub it's head.

The moment the fingers came into contact with the highly sensitive flesh, Hitsugaya's hips bucked upward and the throaty moan that he had been trying to fight slipped easily past his lips. The sound didn't stand a chance of ending, though, and only grew louder when his erection was slipped into the other's warm mouth.

"S-Shit! Ahhh..."

Creating a suction, Ichigo began to move the member in and out of his mouth. His pace was slow and his touches were soft at first. Each time his head lowered, the pace slowly increased as the erection slipped further and further into his mouth, and eventually, touching the back of his throat.

Trembling fingers tightened their grip on the orange locks, the rest of his body trembling from the overload of pleasurable sensations and from fighting against the burning that had begun to gather in his gut. With each faster movement and tighter suction, his body grew more tense and the urge for release was becoming harder and harder to fight. Every time he was taken completely into the other's mouth caused the animalistic grunts and moans to grow louder and harsher.

"I-Ichigo...Stop...O-or I'm...

The warning didn't come in time for the teen. As his head had pulled back, he heard his name echo through the room in the most sensual way he had ever heard. The salty come had started to release in his mouth and the shock of it caused him to pull back, leaving the seed to spurt onto his cheek, running down his jaw and dripping onto his chest. He used his finger to wipe the sticky fluid from his face and chest, and looked at it for a moment before licking it off. With his finger still in his mouth, he looked up and saw a sight that took his breath away; There laid a panting Toshiro Hitsugaya, his chest covered in droplets of sweat the glinted in the moon light. His face was flush with a bright pink tinge and his usually bright and livid eyes were half closed and glazed over.

It took the captain a moment to come down from the high of his release and when he did, his eyes shot open as he sat up. "Kuro- I mean...Ichigo...I'm sorry...I should have said something sooner..."

The teen reached over and placed his index finger over his lover's lips. "No apologies."

All the captain could do was smile. He reached up and gently pulled the finger from his lips and leaned forward, kissing the other with a passion he didn't know existed within himself. He leaned forward more, pushing Ichigo to lay on his back and he laid his chest on the other. His lips broke away from their partners had begun their way down the scarred body below him, stopping at the red head's neck. After lightly dragging his tongue alone the flesh, he, like Ichigo, stopped at his collar bone and sucked on it gently.

"Nnnn..." The teens hands had made their way up into the soft snow colored hair, gently tugging at each spike of sensation.

Hitsugaya had worked his way down the other body, stopping to kiss and lick various locations. He had just come to the top of the other's boxers when he looked up with an almost nervous expression. The butterflies that had calmed down had come back full force, causing his hands to shake when he grabbed the fabric. With a gentle tug, they slid down, exposing his partners fully erect member. The teal eyes stared at it for a moment. Holy shit. I thought mine was above average...

With a shake of his head, he pulled the boxers off the rest of way and tossed them aside. He grabbed the member in his hand and began to slowly slide his hand up and down the shaft. Just as he lowered his head to take it into his mouth, a hand appeared on his chin and pulled his face upwards. He followed willingly and the pulling stopped when his face was only about an inch from the other. Ichigo had noticed the nervous expression on the other's face before his boxers were off, and he knew that giving oral sex can be rather intimidating when it's someone's first time.

"Just use your hand."

"But you-"

The tendo was cut short when the lips pressed against his own and the other's free hand had started to move the smaller one on his member. Hitsugaya returned the kiss, pushing his tongue past the closed lips of his lover. The tongues wrestled for dominance, rubbing and swirling against it's partner, until the smaller hand on Ichigo's erection stopped and rubbed the highly sensitive head. The teen broke the kiss as his head pushed itself back into the mattress.

"S-Shit..."

With his head tilted back, the captain found the opportunity to attack the boy's neck with his lips and his tongue. The moans grew louder as the small hand began to pick up speed in his strokes, and the panting grew harder as the vice captain dug his nails into the mattress and fought hard against the pending release.

"Ahhh! Toshiro!"

His battle didn't last very long as his seed was released and dripped down over and through the smaller fingers. As Ichigo laid panting in his moment of bliss, the older of the two lifted his hand and examined the white fluid that was running down his hand. He brought the digits to his lips and touched his tongue to the salty liquid. After realizing that it wasn't all that bad, he licked his fingers clean as he looked down at the spent man who hadn't managed to move.

"...You ok?"

***

The glazed over orbs looked over to the man who was licking his fingers. He managed to raise his heavy arms and wrap them around the small waist, pulling the other on top of him. Hitsugaya complied and straddled Ichigo's hips, placing his hands on either side of his vice captains head and leaned down, placing a brief kiss on his lips.

"Amazing, Toshiro. Absolutely amazing."

"Ichigo..."

Just as the shorter of the two rested his forehead against his partner's, the bedroom window slid open and a loud squeal reverberated loudly in the room. Both men jumped at the sound and ended up as a tangled mess on the floor.

"Captain!!! I didn't know you and Ichi were an item! Wait til I tell Rukia! Or better yet, the Shinigami's Womens Association! Your popularity is going to skyrocket!"

"Dammit Matsumoto!" growled the white haired captain as he slipped his boxers on before standing. "Whatever you saw is not to leave this room! And what the hell are you doing here at this hour?!"

The large smile faded from her face almost instantly as she pulled her communicator from between her breasts. With a flick of her wrist the phone flipped open, revealing a radar grid with a few blinking dots moving across it. "We've located the Daitengu. And there's more than one."