#kusaka

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So he lay Toshiro on his back, down on the soft bed, and he removed the other's cloak completely, kissing him as he spread Hitsugaya's clothing gently. There was no rush. They weren't children anymore, frightened of being discovered doing something forbidden and naughty.

No, they could savor this, and Toshiro kissed him back, moaning softly as he was undressed, his body exposed to the air. He whimpered, blushed as Kusaka paused to look at him, run his fingertips down that soft, pale skin, the other man's eyes so soft and loving.

“You're as beautiful and sweet as the first day I met you,” Kusaka purred, lowering his head to press kisses against Toshiro's neck, trailing down to kiss over his heart, and that was sort of a lie, because Toshiro had never been sweet in those early days; not until Kusaka had gotten him to open up and then only for him, and he had a few scars now from his battles up to and including the fight in Karakura Town against Aizen.

Hitsugaya was good at throwing away his captain status when it suited him.

“Ngh...No, I'm not,” he denied, squirming a bit because he was starting to feel hot and anxious in a good way and he wasn't a child anymore, though he couldn't figure out why he'd stopped growing after leaving the academy. Maybe losing Kusaka had hurt him down to the very structure of his soul.

Since the older man was back, did that mean he would grow again? Longer limbs and a supple body and the strength that Hyorinmaru needed? He hoped so. He was tired of being a squirt that had to be an ass to get respect.

He wanted to be able to match Kusaka in his allure, be what he deserved, the lover he deserved. So they kissed again, and Toshiro pushed at Kusaka's shoulder so they could change positions because he didn't want to be a lamb, he wanted to sit up.

So they flipped over, Kusaka resting his back against the headboard, holding Hitsugaya in his lap with his arms up his back, hands supporting the younger man's shoulders. Toshiro had his legs wrapped around Kusaka's waist, his arms resting on the others shoulders and he wanted him, so badly.

Please fix me, sooth my heart, help me love you again... Kusaka...

And Hitsugaya reached down, placed his hand on Hyorinmaru's naked blade and...

“...Please, Hyorinmaru,” he said, so softly, because this was so important to him and there was an answering flush of power through his system, of bankai but not bankai, pushing him to his limits and passed them, and everything grew. His chest, his back, arms and long legs and handsome face and hands and pretty fingers. He grew, temporarily, into the man he wanted to be, right there in Kusaka's arms, and the other man's eyes widened, awed.

“Toshiro,” he breathed, and Hitsugaya kissed him because this form wouldn't last for long and he wanted to make love before he was to exhausted to hold it. So they kissed again, hotter and more passionate then before, and Hitsugaya pulled Kusaka's robe off, finding his shinigami garb beneath and that shocked the younger man.

Kusaka still... he still loved being a shinigami, still wanted it and... Toshiro looked up questioningly into his lover's eyes, pausing for one second because Kusaka had said that they'd make the Soul Society pay but... the King's Seal, what was he planning on doing...with it...?

A hand lifted, warmly caressed Toshiro's cheek, and Kusaka's expression was so soft, so loving and true.

“We'll protect them all, Toshiro,” he said, “We'll make our dreams come true and you and I shall be kings. No one shall be hurt ever again with us there.”

In his brain Hitsugaya knew there was a problem with that but in his heart, his soul, it sounded so good. To live a life where he could protect, it was what they'd become shinigami for, and to not be under the thumb of people so cruel they would tear lovers apart or enforce stupid tasks just to save their own skins.

And maybe it was wrong, but Toshiro tilted his head and leaned in, pressed a soft kiss to the corner of Kusaka's lips, and he said:

“Yes.”

Kusaka's arms tightened around his lover and Hitsugaya could feel something leave the other man. A tenseness, a fear, was released to shift away like a snowdrift, and he realized that Sojiro had been afraid he'd say no, that he would deny and denounce him, just like the Central 46 had.

But he wouldn't do that, not now, not ever, and so he undid Kusaka's sash, spread his shinigami robes to free his body, and they both needed this, so much.

They kissed passionately, touched as their hearts raced, moaning softly and Sojiro's fingertips trailed gentle lines of pleasure down Toshiro's skin, the younger man's hands gripping at his lover's shoulders, pressing kisses and nips against his neck.

He could feel himself hardening, his whole body hot in the most beautiful way and he saw Kusaka wet his own fingers, trail them down Hitsugaya's back to press at his entrance. The younger gasped because he knew he was so tight, but he wanted it in his core, his legs squeezing Sojiro's hips.

“Ah, ah, do it,” he coaxed, panting, “S-Spread me, please.”

“Of course,” Kusaka purred, his voice so sexy in Toshiro's ear, and he pressed his fingers up and in, causing his lover to moan. God he was tight, although he hadn't been with Sojiro for at least a hundred years and he never let anyone else touch him. Not that they would have but...

He arched his back, crying out as Kusaka curled and scissored his fingers inside of him, spreading him perfectly. Sweat was beginning to coat their skins, hot and slick and it helped, Sojiro gripping Hitsugaya's other leg and lifting it a bit, opening him more and it felt so good. Toshiro bit his lip, a blush on his handsome face.

“Mm, I can't wait to be inside you, my snowfall,” Kusaka whispered sexually, pressing a kiss to his lover's jawline, his exposed throat, “You're so tight and absolutely beautiful.”

“J-Just hurry,” he replied, trembled, because oh, oh, and his hands were gripping almost painfully into the others shoulders, “Hurry, Kusaka. I can't!”

“You sure it's alright?” he asked one last time, sliding his fingers out slowly, wanting to make sure Hitsugaya was ready, because only Toshiro could tell if he was spread enough.

“Yes, yes, please!” his lover cried, panting, clinging, because he was hot and hard and wanted it, needed Kusaka so badly, his Kusaka, his black ice, “Hurry!”

Sojiro growled sensually then, gripped Toshiro's hips and positioned him just right, the older man hard and ready and wanting, and then he pushed up as Hitsugaya came down and they both cried out, moaning as Kusaka slid inside so nicely.

Toshiro had wrapped his arms tight around Kusaka and in the burst of pleasure pain his eyes had widened and he bit down on his lover's neck, his teeth breaking the skin, drawing blood. He shuttered, shocked at himself, and he felt Sojiro stroking his hair, letting him know that it was alright.

A kiss, a nibble at the soft shell of Torshiro's ear, soothing and exciting him all at once, and Kusaka began to move, rocking inside Hitsugaya's beautifully grown body, reaching deep and hitting so many beautifully sensitive places.

Toshiro freed his mouth, moaned against his lover's shoulder because it felt so wonderful, and he was panting, needing more, more.

“Ah, ah, K-Kusaka,” he groaned, his hips rocking, bucking helplessly, and Kusaka chuckled, his own body dipped in pleasure.

“You're so prefect, Toshiro, my love,” he replied, his voice husky, “Hold on a little longer, I'm almost there.”

Especially with the way Hitsugaya was bucking like that, so nice, encouraging Kusaka's body to let go, pleasuring him to the tip of release. He panted himself, groaned between clenched teeth and almost, almost there. It felt absolutely blissful.

Reaching down between them, he found Hitsugaya's cock, gripped it and it had grown longer too, nice and full and the younger man gasped as he was grasped, moaning as Sojiro stroked and squeezed him. Up and down his sheath, over the sweet head, and oh he was going to cum!

He whimpered, panting, calling Kusaka's name and he felt the other swell inside him, both of them cumming at the same time, releasing hotly, their senses flooded with pleasure. Then they sagged, soft and tired upon the bed, the afterglow settling in nicely and Toshiro swallowed, resting his cheek against Sojiro's shoulder.

He felt drained but happy, laying still to catch his breath and Kusaka's hand was in his hair, his fingers carding gently through the strands, twisting a stray lock tenderly. His hair must be a sight, sweaty and messy, his whole countenance making him looked thoroughly made love too.

He closed his eyes, knowing that when he awoke he'd be back to his regular young appearance, but he had held out so he was contented.

Hitsugaya fell asleep, his head laying upon Kusaka's chest, listening to his lover's strong beating heart.

----

Water, warm and all around him. The sound of it, the wet steam filling his lungs, the cool ceramic against his back, and elegant fingers stroking along his skin, cleaning him with soft slippery soap in his hair and against his skin.

He opened his eyes, sleepy but no long exhausted, and Kusaka filled his sight, his lover's hair undone from its long bun and damp, those black tresses so long and beautiful. The other man was redressed, his sleeves pulled up and tied back as he helped Hitsugaya wash up.

Toshiro's wound was completely healed now, he could see his belly when he glanced at it, and he raised his hand from the water to tuck a lock of Kusaka's hair behind his ear tenderly. Then he saw his hand and froze.

It...wasn't how his hand normally looked. It was still grown, and so was his arm and his chest and... he reached both hands up to his face and cupped it and he was still an adult! But how? It was suppose to have worn off. He hadn't been able to hold it when he slept and even if he could he should have reverted after a certain amount of time.

“Surprised?” Sojiro smirked and Hitsugaya looked at him, almost to shocked to speak.

“...What did you do?” the younger demanded, his eyes narrowing, although he was still more shocked then angry. Kusaka smiled and rinsed his hands, resting his elbow on the side of the tub and his cheek on his fist, still smiling knowingly.

“Well, after I saw what Hyorinmaru did for you, I realized that you must have been unhappy with how young you still looked,” he explained calmly, “So after you fell asleep I used the King's Seal on you to speed up your growth a little. That is the power of the King's Seal, the power over time, space and dimensions. It's the same way I healed your wound, although in that case I had the time of your body revert to before you had it.”

Toshiro really hoped his mouth wasn't hanging open because that was just...amazing and also ridiculous at the same time but then again... it was the royal treasure. It was meant to be fantastic.

“Is that... how you survived?” he asked, softly, because he didn't want to think about it anymore but it was worth asking about. Kusaka nodded.

“Yes,” he said, no longer smiling, his hand lowering as he sat up straighter, “After they dumped my body in Hueco Mundo, I passed through the power of the King's Seal. It restored me the best it could and then I survived in the desert, taking in whatever reishi I could. I met the arrancar women; Yin and Yang there as well and we battled. After I bested them they were impressed with my strength and fortitude, so they came with me, became my seconds. It's taken me quiet a long time to grow strong enough to return to you, Toshiro, but I'm glad I kept fighting. I missed you, endlessly.”

Kusaka reached for him, and Hitsugaya leaned into his touch with a sigh. He was glad that Kusaka had fought so hard, had come back to him, and he reached up and placed his hand over Sojiro's, holding his warmth to him.

“...I love you,” he whispered and it was something that they had only said in the dark in the most secret places, but now...now they didn't need to hide anymore. Or at least... they wouldn't if Kusaka's plan worked. Still, even if it didn't, even if they were fugitives forever, he had his lover by his side now and this time he wasn't going to let him go.

“I love you too, snowfall,” Sojiro answered, leaning close to press a kiss to the crest of Toshiro's lips, “Always. Come on now, let's rinse all that gunk out of your hair.”

Hitsugaya raised an eyebrow, pouting.

“It's not gunk, its very expensive styling gel,” he protested softly, and Kusaka chuckled.

“Yes, I know, and you use it to look big and scary,” he answered teasingly, his hand going to the back of Toshiro's neck to cradle him as he lowered him into the warm water, “You don't need that anymore though, do you?”

The older man smiled knowingly and Hitsugaya scoffed, allowing himself to be lowered, Kusaka using his hand to rinse his lover's hair, make it all soft and fluffy again, just the way he liked it. He barely resisted smirking, because he was pretty sure once Toshiro's hair dried he'd look like a pekingese.

Once the younger man was fully rinsed off, Kusaka helped him from the tub and wrapped him in a warm, fluffy towel, holding him for a moment and just...smiling. Toshiro frowned. He was still a tiny bit shorter then Kusaka but not much, standing on even ground with him.

“You're going to get your clothes wet,” the ex-captain complained gently, “And you don't need to help me dry off, I'm not a child.”

He technically hadn't been a child for over a hundred years, although now he looked the part of an adult too. He wasn't sure how to feel about that really. Would Matsumoto and Momo even recognize him? Did he want them too?

“I know,” Sojiro replied, smiling, “I just... I feel so happy. You'll indulge me a little bit longer, won't you?”

And Toshiro blushed. He'd been indulging Kusaka for the last week, chasing his ass and all that, and... dear god, that sounded horrible. He scowled at Sojiro and the other laughed and kissed him gently again before letting him go.

“Come out when you get dressed, I'll have the soup ready,” he said with a secret smile before he left the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Hitsugaya sighed and dried himself off, frowning at his hair in the mirror because it was going to turn into a big puff ball without his gel, and then he realized something.

He was much taller then he had been, everything had elongated, legs, torso, arms, his chest and hips widened, and while he wasn't exactly super buff or anything... his clothes wouldn't fit him!

Kusaka! He wanted to scream, because maybe the smooth bastard had planned all this too and what was he suppose to do? Walk around in a towel?

He scowl again at his reflection, huffing, and he was about to wrap a towel around his waist and go make some demands of his lover when he saw something hanging from the hook on the door.

A men's kimono hung there, layered and warm looking, the design a pattern of freshly falling snow with the occasional delicate snowflake on a black background, the designs sewn in silver thread. It was beautiful and Toshiro let himself feel a little awe.

In the Soul Society, shinigami wore basically the same thing and while you could customize a little, the idea was that the clothing was to promote unity. Only problem was that you wore the same type of clothing, ever, single, day, and it did get monotonous after a while.

The kimono he was looking at though, it was so finely made, he was almost afraid to touch it. Did he even have the right? After all he'd done?

He wet his lips and reached for it, letting his fingers run down the fabric exceedingly gentle. It felt good too, silky against his fingertips, and so he bit his lip.

It wouldn't hurt to just... try it on for a minute...

So he pulled the outfit from the hook and began to dress himself, putting on his fundoshi and the pants, undershirt, shirt, under sash, socks, shoes and then he wrapped the kimono around him and tied the obi and the whole thing felt better then he'd even imagined. Fit perfectly too.

Hitsugaya was above giggling and smiling like an idiot, but he did appreciate the clothing in his own way, his expression soft as he looked down at the clothes. They sort of made him feel special in a good way.

There was a knock at the door and he almost jumped, surprised.

“Come on, Toshiro,” Kusaka's voice called, “Are you coming out or did you fall in?”

“I-I did not fall in!” he protested, sputtering for a moment, and he could imagine Sojiro smiling in that sly way of his, teasing and smug.

“Well then come out, snowfall, I want to see you,” the older man finished and Hitsugaya's face flushed pink again. So he knew. Well of course he did. Kusaka probably set this whole thing up.

Frowning and trying to get his face under control, Toshiro ran his hand through his hair and opened the door. Kusaka was standing on the other side and his smile was impressed as his lover came out in the kimono, Hitsugaya averting his eyes, shy and pouting.

It didn't take long for Sojiro to step closer, guide his lover's face back to his and press a kiss to those softly pouting lips.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, purred, holding Toshiro's chin, “Absolutely gorgeous.”

So much for his face, because Hitsugaya turned completely pink at that, his hands rising to grip into Kusaka's own robe gently. He wasn't wearing his shinigami robes now, although it looked close. It was more intricately layered, and the outer cloth was reflectively black, smooth and silky against his fingers. When the cloth shifted Toshiro saw a pattern of measured triangle like shapes shimmer into view, black except for their thin outline which was a reflective purple, the same color as Kusaka's eyes.

Black ice.

“Do you like it?” his lover whispered to Hitsugaya and the younger man blinked, realizing that Kusaka was talking about the outfit Sojiro had given him.

“Ah, yes, it's very nice,” he said, trying to think of what else to say. People didn't give him clothes very often and if he even received a gift at all he always had to act like he was grudgingly accepting it. He couldn't show weakness because people would talk but... it was just him and Kusaka now. “...Thank you, Kusaka.”

“You're welcome, Toshiro,” he replied, giving his lover, his most important person, another soft kiss before taking his hand. He led Hitsugaya into the kitchen and had him sit down at the table where a bowl of rice, some tea, and a bowl of soup sat in front of him. The soup smelled delicious but Toshiro wasn't entirely sure what type of soup it was. It had a creamy broth, cut vegetables and something that looked like pieces of softened white root in it.

His stomach decided to give a squeeze then and he hadn't been eating much while chasing after Kusaka, so he picked up the spoon and began to eat, watching Sojiro who was sitting across from him, eating as well.

The soup tasted as good as it smelt, and he focused on eating every bit of it, taking breaks to eat the rice and sip his tea. He tried very hard to pace himself, he didn't want to look desperate in front of Kusaka or for it all to come back up. Still, the second that first mouthful of food hit his belly he realized just how starving he was.

“Are you enjoying that?” Sojiro asked after a little while, his smile knowing and Hitsugaya nodded. He could feel his strength returning with every bite, especially when he ate one of the root pieces.

“It's really good,” he said after swallowing, “What type is it?”

Kusaka's smile turned smug and Hitsugaya felt his back tense, uneasy. What was that look for?

“...Sojiro,” he said firmly, and he never called Kusaka by his first name, never, a shift to show that he wasn't playing games here, “What's in this soup?”

And Kusaka smiled in that same way he had when he'd sneaked under Hitsugaya the first time and tripped his heart, closed eyes and a curve of his lips, his pretty self sitting on Toshiro's desk.

“You must be Toshiro Hitsugaya, the prodigy, right?”

Black ice.

“It's called reishi soup,” Kusaka said, and something in his tone caused the hairs on the back of Toshiro's neck to stand up. Something wasn't right here and...“It's made from the boiled branches of the reishi 'trees' in Hueco Mundo.”

Hitsugaya's eyes widened and he dropped his spoon. Hollow reishi? Wasn't that dangerous? So that meant... dear god, had Kusaka poisoned him?

On reflex he reached for his zanpakuto, but he'd left Hyorinmaru in the bedroom so his hand closed on nothing but air. He grit his teeth, scared. No, no, he was such an idiot! Kusaka was an enemy. Kusaka was...

“Ah-ha, there it is, just proves my point,” Sojiro said and Hitsugaya snapped.

“What does?! Don't play games, Sojiro!” he snarled, and if he had to use a kido he could, but after everything that happened he didn't want to think of Kusaka as an enemy. He'd just gotten him back. To hurt him with his own hand was...

“I scared you a bit and you went for your sword, just like I did back then,” Kusaka said, leaning back in his chair calmly, “In retrospect it could have been either of us back then. The Central 46 were just scared of us and our twin zanpakuto. You know, when I found that we both had Hyorinmaru, I was incredibly happy, Hitsugaya. It wasn't a coincidence. We were both chosen for a reason... and then those bastards got in the way.”

He sighed, crossed his arms and Toshiro stood, stalked around the table. He gripped the front of Kusaka's robe, his jaw clenched, and Kusaka looked up at him, at the beautiful sharp ice in his lover's eyes.

“Fine, I panicked, but what about the hollow reishi? Did you poison me!” he demanded, and the older man's hand came up, gently laying upon his lover's clenched fist.

“Normally, the tainted reishi probably would have made you feel ill,” he explained, calmly, “But you've been exposed to the power of the King's Seal, just like I have, and I eat this soup all the time now. The fact that you enjoyed the soup, gained power from it and didn't get sick just proves my second point. We are the same once more, as we were meant to be. So no, you aren't poisoned, Toshiro. You're alright. Don't cry.”

“I'm not...crying,” he said, but in truth he was starting to shake, to feel tears at the corner of his eyes again. Kusaka had scared him. He had thought...

His grip in Kusaka's robe lessened and he wasn't sure how to feel. Part of him was relieved that he'd be alright, but he was also mad at Kusaka and...hurt? No, he'd be hurt if he really had been poisoned, if he was dying or hollowifying. Right now he was emotionally falling, and he looked at Kusaka, his expression so fragile and vulnerable. He opened his mouth.

“...Sojiro... you better catch me,” he said, and then his legs just gave out from underneath him because this was to much, to fast and he was going to hit the floor, maybe pass out again. He wasn't sure.

He saw Kusaka move, surge forward, and the older man looked shocked, scared even. He reached for Toshiro and caught him, holding his lover in his arms and...oh no, had he been mistaken? Had the illness just been delayed? He had needed to check if enough of the King's Seal's power had been absorbed into Hitsugaya's body so he wouldn't be harmed when they cut the King's Seal and he hadn't made the soup to strong... even if Hitsugaya hadn't had enough exposure he shouldn't be fainting.

He lifted his lover bridal style, carried him to the couch in the living room nearby, and Kusaka's heart was hammering in his chest. He had been so sure and... no, no, please!

“Toshiro!”

The younger man opened one eye, saw the absolutely terrified look on Kusaka's face, felt the thumping of the others heart and he had been planning to say 'serves you right for scaring me, ass' but he didn't. Kusaka was giving him that same cornered look he had when the Central 46 had made them fight, and he didn't have the heart to tell Sojiro that he 'told him so'.

So he raised his hand, placed it against Kusaka's cheek and the other man grabbed his wrist desperately, and poor Sojiro. The Central 46 had cracked him back then, attempted to shatter him by taking his life, and between the King's Seal and everything else, Kusaka had glued himself back together. But there were cracks, fissures in the ice, and Toshiro knew he needed to be extra careful with his lover.

Sojiro was already teetering on the edge and Hitsugaya had promised to protect him.

So he leaned up, pressed a tender kiss to the older man's trembling lips, then caressed Kusaka's cheek with his thumb.

“I'm alright, Kusaka, just got a little light headed,” he explained gently, watching the fear beginning to twist in his lover's expression, and suddenly Kusaka was holding him tight to his chest, just trembling. He'd gone all tense again, his back, his arms, and Hitsugaya shifted so he could wrap one of his arms up around his lover's neck, the other around his back.

That look, he'd seen it before; the fear that Sojiro had felt back then shifting from fear of losing his own life to the fear of leaving Toshiro. He had stayed crumpled there, bleeding as his zanpakuto had disintegrated, looking at his screaming, panicked lover and...

Please, I don't want to leave you! Don't let me go, Toshiro!

He remembered being let go, running to Sojiro, screaming his name, but when he gotten to him his lover's life had already fled. Kusaka was dead and the ice had risen up and closed around the ball of pain and squeezed off his heart and he hadn't even cried. He had just sat in the dirt, his lover's blood on his hands.

Sin, his sin. I let you die.

So he squeezed his most important person because Kusaka was afraid that Toshiro was mad at him for his mistake, that he didn't love him anymore, as if his love was so fragile, but Hitsugaya would never not love this man.

“It's alright,” he murmured tenderly into his lover's ear, stroking his hand through Kusaka's hair, the strands black silk between his grown fingers, and Sojiro had been taking such good care of him. It was his turn to take care of Kusaka. “I'm not mad, I love you. I'll always love you.”

He'd forgive. Every mistake, every slip, every flinch. They were only human after all and he already thought the world of Kusaka, he always had.

He kissed him, under his ear, down his throat, and he loosen the top of Sojiro's clothing to glide it down, show the tops of his elegant shoulders so he could kiss there too, butterfly kisses and narrowed, possessive eyes. He could feel Kusaka starting to relax again in his arms, slowly, like a glacier easing, bit by bit, his heart and breathing starting to even out. He even angled his neck a little, giving Hitsugaya more room to kiss, beautiful eyes closed.

“I love you, so much; I won't let you go, my beautiful black ice,” Toshiro continued, vowing it, “They'll never take you away from me again. You're mine, all mine.”

He usually wasn't this possessive but Kusaka needed to hear it and Toshiro was done listening to stupid rules made by cowards. He was tired of watching the people he loved get hurt and taken from him, and if he had to fight the system then he would.

He had survived by making his heart ice but now... if anyone tried to hurt Kusaka he'd show them his fangs.

He nipped gently at the place between Sojiro's shoulder and neck, causing his lover to moan, and he eased the sting with a velvet rasp of his tongue. So beautiful and good and warm. He loved Kusaka, like part of his heart had come home.

“...I'm sorry, snowfall,” the older man breathed, still clinging, “I...exposed you to the King's Seal's power because I don't want you to get hurt when we use it but I... had to make sure it stuck, so I gave you the soup. I'm sorry, I should've...”

“You should have told me that before,” Hitsugaya finished, taking another bite, using his teeth and Kusaka gasped, moaned deeply, his toes curling in pleasure, “I forgive you, love, but you need to tell me these things. I don't like being kept in the dark, I'm not a child anymore.”

“Mm,” his lover hummed, his back arching a little, and Toshiro was sitting in Sojiro's lap and he could feel Kusaka harden beneath him. He smirked a little.

“Hm, so you like being bitten do you?” he asked, letting his dominant streak show, teasing gently, “That's new. Did you pick that up in Hueco Mundo too?”

“T-Toshiro,” he answered, blushing as a shiver of pleasure went up Sojiro's back, “Mm, please.”

“Please? Please what?” he purred, pressing an open mouth kiss to the side of Kusaka's throat and then biting down. It made his lover buck with a whimper of pleasure and this was the reason Sojiro hadn't been upset when Hitsugaya had bit him when they had made love before. He liked it.

He felt Kusaka's hands close in the robe at his back, fingers clutching drops of snowflakes, and Toshiro smiled gently and switched their positions. Sojiro now sat on the couch, flushed and so pretty, and Hitsugaya bent over him, pressing a full, hot kiss to his lips.

Sojiro kissed back, savoring his lover's touch and he didn't think he'd ever get enough of Toshiro, especially now that he was grown and at least a bit happier then he had been. Back at the academy there was always the sense that they were edging into dangerous territory, although by Shinigami law they had both managed to fit into the safe space, least until Kusaka's murder.

Still, he supposed it didn't matter anymore and he squirmed and cooed a bit as Toshiro kissed and nipped at his skin, spreading his clothing. He reached up, sliding his fingers into his lover's beautiful, white, fluffy hair and the feel of it, the softness, the scent, it lifted Kusaka's heart. He loved Toshiro Hitsugaya, loved him more then anything.

“Ah, Toshiro,” he breathed as the younger man kissed and nipped along his chest, his belly, and then Hitsugaya pulled down Sojiro's pants and fundoshi and Kusaka sucked in his breath. He was already fully hard and his eyes widened as he watched his snowfall's head lower, a velvet tongue reaching out to press over the head of him.

The pleasure shot from that exquisite touch all the way up his body and into his core, Sojiro's hands fisting in his lover's hair as he moaned. God, that felt good, and his heart was starting to speed up again, his breathes coming in pants, toes curled in ecstasy. Then he saw Hitsugaya smirk and he...

“You wouldn't,” Kusaka gasped, and those turquoise eyes looked up into his own and he knew, Toshiro by all means would. The younger man showed his teeth, a canine sharp and Kusaka swallowed, both wanting and dreading it at the same time.

“Ah, oh,... be gentle,” he whimpered, and Hitsugaya smiled and grazed his teeth ever so lightly against Kusaka's cock. A burst of pleasure pain took the older shinigami's breath away because he was so sensitive there but the sharpness felt divine and oh, he was going to cum already?

“Mm, snowfall, I'm...” he groaned, and he shuttered in pleasure as Hitsugaya engulfed him with his mouth, hot and wet and tight to suckle on him and it wasn't long before Kusaka caught his own breath, bucked helplessly a few times and cummed directly into his lover's sweet mouth.

Toshiro took him, drank him down, and Kusaka blushed, embarrassed at having come undone so easily but Hitsugaya, he was just so sexy and wonderful, beautiful snowfall. The older man swallowed, biting his lip and  watching as his lover let him go with a soft pop, and he'd fallen hard all over again.

So he reached for Toshiro, kissing and tasting himself on the others tongue, and it was so nice, especially after so long. They shifted and lay together on the couch in each other's arms, savoring the closeness and heat trapped between them, and Hitsugaya had his head tucked under his lover's chin and it was just perfect.

They fell asleep like that for a time, Kusaka's pulse beating healthy and strong close to Toshiro's ear, and the younger clung to the soft folds of his black ice's clothing. He wouldn't let him go, wouldn't let him be harmed. Never again.

----

Hitsugaya dozed in the afternoon sun, his lover in his arms and he remembered, back those many years ago when they had fought in the chamber of the Central 46. He remembered Kusaka coming for him in what he had assumed was panic but... as he thought about it, maybe he'd been wrong. Maybe Sojiro hadn't panicked. He had looked scared, that was for certain, but there been something in his eyes, a desperate shifting, back and forth and he'd been... thinking, gauging, judging, but not on Hitsugaya. He hadn't been trying to find weak spots. In fact, every open spot Toshiro had had during that battle, every chance Kusaka had had to wound him, he didn't take, or missed on purpose...

Kusaka had...

“...You were trying to think of a way out for us, weren't you?” Toshiro murmured, shifting to look up at Sojiro's face, and the other was awake, eyes open and his expression softened into a wistful sadness.

“Yes,” he breathed, his hands clasped over his lover's lower back, “I didn't want you to get hurt, snowfall, so I tried to buy time but... I wasn't fast enough and those...those bastards saw what I was doing. That's why they interrupted and stabbed me. They didn't want us to both walk out alive. They were scared of us, Toshiro, scared of what we would become and they judged us despite our loyalty.”

He sighed, shifted a bit into a more comfortable position, holding his love warm and close.

“But, that doesn't matter anymore,” Kusaka continued, “We're together again and we'll set things right. You and me.”

He smiled, so hopeful but so fragile, and Toshiro eased forwards and kissed his lips to sooth Kusaka's heart, his beautiful black ice.

“How?” Hitsugaya asked when he pulled away, because he was not going to be in the dark about this. He was part of their union and he didn't need to be protected from the truth like a child, “Tell me, Kusaka.”

The other hesitated for a moment, his expression unsure, worried, and Toshiro kissed him again, softly to draw out the truth, sweet and gentle.

“You are my heart,” the ice captain told him, “My most important person, so you don't need to be afraid, my love. I'm yours.”

“... And I'm yours,” Kusaka replied, his arms squeezing Hitsugaya gently, hold him lovingly close. After a moment, the older man reached into his pocket and withdrew the Oin, holding it before his lover. It glowed with a gentle golden sheen and even though it wasn't currently active, Toshiro could feel the reiatsu from it; pure and clean.

“The Oin, the King's Seal, has the power over time and space,” Kusaka explained, “With it, you can alter space and time itself. In it's current form, the Oin's power is limited but once it is absorbed into a living soul, that person or people, will be as gods. They can create or destroy, bring life or death... but... it is a dangerous power. If the user isn't strong enough to wield it then it could all come undone. That is... one of the reasons I need you, Toshiro. You were always a bit stronger then myself, the top of our class, and you're still whole. If you were to cut the Oin and took the power, we could build our world as it should be. No Central 46, no unfair laws, no death, and we could be together, forever.”

Hitsugaya was quiet through all of this and it did sound like a dream come true, but he knew that beauty wasn't built on nothing. There was always a catch.

“...You're going to kill the Central 46, aren't you?” he said, his voice calm, matter of factly, because it was the only thing Kusaka could mean when he said that there would be no Central 46. As for the shinigami who would obviously oppose them...

“It is what they deserve,” was the answer, a cold venom slipping into Kusaka's voice. His touch that rose to caress through Hitsugaya's hair was as gentle as ever, but his tone... he really loathed the 46, as he probably should.

“...Kusaka,” Toshiro replied softly, not sure how his lover would react to what he was about to say, “Aizen... killed the Central 46. I saw it with my own eyes... All those that hurt us are gone.”

There was shock and he could feel Sojiro's body tightened beneath him, but it only lasted for a moment, the hand in his hair lowering for Kusaka to draw the pad of his index finger along the soft shell of Hitsugaya's ear, tender.

“...It doesn't matter,” he said, whispered as he eased Toshiro a bit closer, hugged him, “They were replaced by the same ilk, weren't they?”

And Hitsugaya thought about what the new Central 46 had wanted to do to Ichigo, after he'd lost his powers. How they had wanted to use the young man who saved them all as bait. Old Man Yama had refused but...

There had been other things.

“Yes,” he replied, sagging a little to tuck his face under Kusaka's chin, just breathe. Maybe he should have felt bad about allowing Kusaka to take his hatred out on the 'innocents' of Central 46, but in truth he didn't. Hitsugaya knew that the newer Central 46 wanted Kusaka killed, not just for stealing the Oin, but just because he existed.

They wanted to kill Toshiro too, for that matter. For going rogue, for knowing the truth, for all of it.

He felt Kusaka rubbing his back, soothingly, and Hitsugaya closed his eyes for a little while. As beautiful and peaceful as this little cabin in the woods was, he knew it wouldn't last. Even if he could change Kusaka's heart, they'd still be hunted throughout the five worlds; the Living world, Hell, Reiokyu, Seireitei and the Rukongai and Hueco Mundo.

There was no escape but they weren't trained to run. They were trained to fight and defend, and so that was what they were going to do.

“... When do we leave?” Toshiro asked, and he could almost feel Kusaka smile.

----

They left that evening, under the cover of darkness, wrapped in their cloaks with their zanpakuto by their sides. Kusaka wanted to appear on the hill but Hitsugaya shook his head. Appearing there would be like walking into a hornet's nest. If they really wanted to get this done, they needed to go to the source. Their “grand entrance” could come after, once they swept everyone off their feet and blinded them so they couldn't fight back.

Snowfall and Black Ice, and less casualties besides.

“I want to keep the deaths of shinigami to a minimum,” Toshiro said firmly, “They're good people, Kusaka. Like you and I.”

And his lover's hand caressed through his snowy soft hair, and Kusaka smiled gently and nodded.

“We will go with your plan, my love,” the older said, “See? This is why we should be at each other's sides; you're so smart.”

So they kissed, Kusaka's fingers tender under Hitsugaya's jaw, and then the older shinigami withdrew the Oin from his robe and placed Toshiro's hand upon it, his other hand holding and locking fingers with his young lover.