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Fantasizing about murder isn't a new pastime for Kisuke.
He'd been Onmitsukidō after all and murder, and the planning thereof, had been par for that particular bloody course.
And Kisuke had been very good at his job.
The thing is though, back then? When blood and shadows had made up so much of Kisuke's entire life? When he'd been little more than a blade in the dark and a dog set to heel?
Things had never really been personal.
Even with Kisuke's eternal drive to prove himself useful to Yoruichi-sama, it had always just been … work.
Orders and missions.
A dirty sort of necessity.
But now?
Now Kisuke finds himself in the unique position of having all of his murderous fantasies these days being … intensely personal.
It is, Kisuke knows, his own fault.
Ichigo is, amongst many other things, beautifully, breathtakingly, loyal.
Since well before the day they’d finally come together, Ichigo has never once given Kisuke any indication that his attentions and affections might ever stray.
That loyalty, the very same loyalty that had led Ichigo to be willing to tear down the very foundations of existence for those he loves, is one of the things that had forced Kisuke to sit up and take true notice of Ichigo.
It’s one of the things that had first truly attracted Kisuke to him on an emotional level too.
He’d seen that loyalty and that drive fit to bring the heavens down and, for the first time in ages and despite all the reasons he shouldn’t, Kisuke had wanted.
There’d been long, bloody, war-torn and hurt-filled years before Kisuke had been able to take and have but that time had done nothing but whet his appetite.
Now that Kisuke has Ichigo, now that he’s steadily been working to entwine the two of them together as deeply as he possibly can in as many ways as he can think of or invent, Kisuke is loath to give up any of what he’s managed to obtain.
In fact, he downright refuses to.
So seeing others think they have the right to even attempt to encroach on Kisuke’s territory …
Well.
Kisuke can’t just let that stand.
Not even when it’s sweet Inoue-chan with her downcast eyes, delicate blushes, and once more awkward attempts to engage with an Ichigo who is so obviously only half paying attention to her.
What affection Kisuke himself might feel for her was an absent sort of care that both began and ended where her relationship with Ichigo did.
Alas, even with the way the bonds between Ichigo and his human companions had never quite recovered completely, Kisuke knows that his thoughts about how to put an end to Inoue-chan’s pining once and for all will have to remain just that.
Thoughts.
Ichigo and his too-good heart won’t be pleased if Kisuke follows through with any of his bloodier inclinations without what he sees as true just cause.
Kisuke had learned that lesson the hard way the last time Ichigo had walked in on him teaching Ichigo’s pet Arrancar a very important, and long overdue, lesson about boundaries.
It had been a lonely two days spent sleeping in his lab before Kisuke had managed to talk his way back into his rightful place in Ichigo’s bed and between his legs.
He had, of course, been forced to keep them locked away for three days afterward just to make up for it.
‘Still’, Kisuke can’t help but think again as he watches Orihime hover near Ichigo from across the room, tapping at his bottom lip with the side of his closed fan, ‘this cannot be allowed to stand’.
Something simply must be done.
It’s that sweet little giggle and the way Orihime punches lightly at Ichigo’s arm, obviously in the middle of regaling him and the others with some story, that makes Kisuke’s mind up for him.
Ignoring the amused tilt to Yoruichi’s lips, Kisuke pushes himself up off of his cushion and glides his way across the room.
Ichigo, of course, clocks his movements immediately, his entire body shifting automatically toward the direction of Kisuke’s approach.
Kisuke tamps down a pleased little quiver, hand flexing around his fan.
Not bothering to look at any of the others who’ve once more flocked to Ichigo, Kisuke slides up behind him, fitting his body against the curve of Ichigo’s in a move that’s long since become second nature.
Kisuke wastes no time in sinking his left hand into the fall of Ichigo’s hair and tugging, relishing the shiver it gains him and the way Ichigo practically melts back into him.
A harsher tug has Ichigo’s head falling back, the line of his throat oh so temptingly exposed.
But Kisuke has another, very specific, purpose at the moment.
Still, Kisuke doesn’t rush the kiss.
No, not this time.
Instead, he starts it off slow, just a light press of his lips against Ichigo’s with the hand he has buried in that glorious orange hair holding Ichigo in that slightly arched position.
Ichigo, of course, lets him.
Presses back.
Kisuke wants to crawl inside of him and never leave.
He settles for nipping at Ichigo’s bottom lip, teeth clamping down with that perfect amount of force that always makes Ichigo melt for him. Kisuke pulls that bottom lip into his mouth and sucks on it just a bit.
Ichigo hisses out a sharp breath when Kisuke lets his lip go but doesn’t fight, doesn’t do more than shift back just a bit further into Kisuke’s space and let him set the pace.
So deliciuosly submissive in a way that, for all he allows Kisuke many many liberties, Ichigo so rarely truly is.
Kisuke pulls back after a few seconds, putting just a bit of space between their mouths before he flicks his tongue out to teasingly lick upwards across the swell of Ichigo’s mouth.
He can feel the way the others are all staring at them now, Inoue’s voice long since having stuttered to a stop and the attention of the rest of the gathering focusing in on the two of them.
Perfect.
Kisuke presses a harder kiss against Ichigo’s mouth, gratified at the way Ichigo instantly opens for him.
Hand clenching just a bit tighter in Ichigo’s hair, Kisuke wastes no time coaxing Ichigo’s tongue into his own mouth and sucking on it.
Ichigo moans.
Kisuke’s other hand comes up and, with a flick of his wrist, he snaps his fan open in front of their faces.
There are some things that Kisuke simply cannot allow others to see, not even in the interest of proving a very specific sort of point.
The face Ichigo makes when Kisuke tongue-fucks his mouth is most certainly one of them.
That face, all of Ichigo’s deliciously vulnerable or delightfully fucked-out expressions, belong to Kisuke and Kisuke alone.
Kisuke’s sacrificing enough as is, allowing them to hear that single moan and to see the way Ichigo’s entire body softens for him so sweetly.
He will not, cannot, give them more.
By the time Kisuke breaks the kiss, they're both panting and one of Ichigo’s hands has found its way up to tangle in the hair on the nape of Kisuke’s neck.
Kisuke doesn’t let it truly end that simply of course. No, he parts from Ichigo slowly, pulling away just a bit and then coming back to gentle him unhurriedly with a series of small, delicate, sipping kisses.
Over and over again.
Ichigo’s eyes are heavy-lidded, glowing a burnished sort of gold, and there’s a knowing sort of smirk on his face when Kisuke finally pulls back enough to really look down at him.
Kisuke gives him a lazy wink and a cheeky grin before he snaps his fan back closed again.
“Oh,” Kisuke says, face settled into a mild sort of expression as he makes eye contact with Inoue-chan specifically, “apologies. Do carry on.”
Still pressed against him, Ichigo lets out a soft snort.
“Yeah, no,” Ichigo interrupts before anyone else can say anything. “We’ve got somewhere to be. Now.”
There’s a hand clenched around Kisuke’s collar then and before he knows it he’s being dragged away from the crowd and towards the back of the Shōten where their bedroom is.
Kisuke, of course, goes more than willingly.
Mission accomplished.