Christmas Baby 5/6
Woot! Woot! Almost finished! And I'm in an awesome mood today cuz I just got back from a job interview. I hope I get the job! ^O^
NOTE: This will be the last open post. The next post of "Christmas Baby" will contain the lemon AND THEREFORE WILL BE LOCKED. So, if you want to read said lemon, friend me now so you can read the last part in all its lemony glory.
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CHRISTMAS BABY 6/7
At the loud yell, Ichigo blinked. “Huh? Oh!” He grinned nervously down at his little lover, pulling Hitsugaya’s oversized shirt down and smoothing the cloth over the tiny, tight rump he loved so much. He withered under the intense teal glare, groping for a w ay out of the sudden hot water he found himself in. “Panties!” He blurted out the first thing that popped into his head. “You need panties!”
The icy, teal glare did not soften. “No shit, Sherlock. They’re *underwear* and that big-boobed buffoon hid all mine. The shirt’s long; it’ll have to do. I swear, when we get back to Soul Society…” He mumbled to himself the various ways in which Matsumoto was going to pay. Ichigo caught a few of them and winced, the death threats distracting him enough to pull his mind somewhat out of the gutter.
“But Shiro-chan, your ankle. And Rangiku-san said you were supposed to stay in bed.”
The glittering green-blue eyes eyes rolled. “My ankle is just fine, and Matsumoto has a dirty mind. Now, up.”
“Ah, alright.” Ichigo was too distracted by Hitsugaya’s lack of underwear to be fully coherent. All he had to do was lay his pretty ice prince down on the mattress, lift up the hem of the shirt, spread those slender, lily-white legs wide, and pull down the hem of his own pants, then he would be at the gates to his favorite shrine...His dainty little dragon with no panties; nothing guarding that most private and secret part of him…Ichigo nearly whimpered like Matsumoto had, except, unlike her, he was allowed to touch, to taste-
“KUROSAKI!!”
Ichigo jerked, shook his head, and blushed Christmas red. He tried to get his lust-filled brain to work, but thinking had never been his strong suit. He always followed his gut instinct, and right now, his gut told him to flip Hitsugaya onto the mattress, wrap those pale, sleek legs around his waist and slam into his tight heat like there was no tomorrow- “Err… Right. Up. Yeah.”
One arm supported Hitsugaya’s back, the other just under his bent knees and Ichigo stood up, carrying Hitsugaya bridal style. Hitsugaya was annoyed at how long it took Ichigo to react. His strawberry was not usually this stupid. But he understood why he was so slow. Hitsugaya just wanted to make sure there were not any orange-haired, big breasted perverts lurking about armed with video cameras. Hitsugaya felt the same way as the impulsive strawberry, only he had much better self-control and a brain that actually worked. With war between Soul Society and Hueco Mundo looming on the horizon, times of peace were few and far between, so this day they had together was all the more important to them both.
The lack of covering on his privates made the normally reserved, modest taichou feel incredibly exposed and dirty, vulnerable in a sexy, powerful way. Ichigo’s fascination with his forbidden parts gave Hitsguaya unprecedented domination over the substitute soul reaper; he could easily bend the younger male to any whim he had. Not that he couldn’t any other time; it was no secret in the world of the living or the dead that Hitsugaya had Ichigo firmly wrapped around his little finger. Ichigo was totally whipped, and everyone knew it. Right now, he was triple-whipped. He was Hitsugaya’s willing slave. Hitsugaya felt very naughty and powerful as Ichigo carried him out of the bedroom. He wriggled in the strong arms, finding a more comfortable position and grinding his pert ass on Ichigo’s forearm, causing the bigger male to stumble.
Ichigo carried Hitsugaya to the door and they looked out at the foot tracks of Matsumoto and Orihime in the deep snow. The world was covered in white. Rooftops, bushes, and yards were buried under the many layers of white. Sidewalks and roads were coated with slush and salt, and white snow flakes drifted gently to the white world below.
The window was getting fogged from their warm breaths on the cold glass. Hitsugaya had not been outside in nearly a week, and this was his favorite weather. He pressed his pink lips to Ichigo’s cheek. “Lets go out in the snow.”
Ichigo melted at the butterfly light caress of soft lips on his skin. He was tempted to cave in and open the door for his adorable snow prince, but even he knew that taking someone with a broken ankle and no underwear on out in the cold was a BAD idea, even if said someone was the wielder of the strongest ice/snow zanpaktoh.
He kissed the petal-soft lips in apology. “I’m sorry, Shiro-chan, but if I took you out, I’d have half of Soul Society after my blood. I’d rather now have Yachiru sick Zaraki on me cuz her adored Chibi-chan got sick.”
“Baka. I won’t get sick.” Despite how much he loved the snow and wanted to go out in the winter wonderland, going outside without underwear, or pants, which would not fit over his cast, was too risqué for him But sex in the snow…
“I know.” Ichigo said and kissed his sweet baby cheek. He immediately changed the topic as a thought popped into his head. “Ah, you still have to open the presents I got you.” He blurted out suddenly, as quick as Matsumoto with topic changes.
Hitsugaya snorted in amusement, breath washing over Ichigo’s neck. “You just remembered you brought me a present?”
Ichigo blushed sheepishly. “Well, I’d already exchanged gifts with the others when I first came over. I wanted to give you yours when it was just the two of us.”
“Sentimental moron.” There was no frosty bite to the words, though, and Hitsugaya snuggled comfortably in his arms as Ichigo carried him into the living room and sat on the couch. At the end of the couch, in a corner of the room, was a small, artificial Christams tree trimmed with lights, tinsel, and colorful ornaments. Most of the presents under the tree were already unwrapped, except for the ones Ichigo and Hitsugaya got each other.
Hitsugaya cuddled into Ichigo’s lap as strong arms wrapped around him securely. He laid his head on Ichigo’s shoulder as Ichigo plucked a beautiful package of silver wrapping paper with a big blue bow from under the tree and set it down gently in Hitsugaya’s little lap, arranging Hitsugaya’s legs so his cast was not in danger of getting bumped.
Hitsugaya pulled at the ribbon and took his time opening it. He pulled out a delicate, crystal snowflake ornament, the edges frosted a pale teal and in the center was a picture of him and Ichigo together last New Year’s. Ichigo stood with his arms around Hitsugaya. The strawberry wore an elegant, inky black kimono while Hitsugaya was beyond breathtaking in a pale turquoise furisode with billowing sleeves and a thick, dark blue obi that accentuated his slender form. Around the edge of the photo, etched in flowing silver kanji were ‘Ichigo + Toshiro 2007’.
Hitsugaya held it carefully and stared at the huge, delicate ornament with large aqua eyes. When he didn’t say anything, Ichigo chewed his bottom lip in worry. What if his baby dragon didn’t like it? What if he thought it was maudlin and dumb? “Shiro-chan?”
Hitsugaya settled it gently back in the box and kissed Ichigo on the chin, the only part of Ichigo he could reach when his head was raised. “It’s beautiful, Ichigo. Arigato.” He said softly, a light blush adorning his porcelain cheeks and his thick, long and inky lashes lowered.
Ichigo beamed in relief, set the boxy safely aside, and glomped the petite shinigami. Hitsugaya grunted in discomfort as he was squashed against Ichigo’s muscular chest. Ichigo buried his face in his wonderfully soft and thick, snowy hair. “Happy Birthday, Shiro-chan.”
For Christmas, Ichigo got Hitsugaya a stuffed white bear with button eyes, a fluffy baby blue Santa hat covering one ear, a matching blue scarf, and a silver snowflake on its furry tummy. When Ichigo made Hitsugaya hug it, the bear sang ‘Let It Snow.’ The song was in English and Hitsugaya could not understand it, and Ichigo had a rough time translating. “I think,” Hitsugaya said, eyeing the bear warily, “those Americans are completely insane.”
Hitsugaya, ever the practical one, got his beloved strawberry a thick, leather bound book on kidou and proper shinigami protocol. The present was eerily similar to what Rukia got him- a book on etiquette. Ichigo pouted at the gifts; it was almost as bad as getting underwear and socks. “You conspired with Rukia, didn’t you?”
“Well, your manners are atrocious and your kidou and reiatsu control even worse.” Hitsugaya pointed out matter-of-factly. Now Ichigo was the one who grumped while Hitsugaya smirked.
“I should’ve stayed home with my family.” Ichigo sulked at the lack of imagination in his gifts.
“Why didn’t you?”
“Cuz Pops had to go make a few house calls, and Yuzi and Karin wanted to try out their new sleds. And I wanted some quality time alone with my baby dragon.”
Hitsugaya chuckled at the still-pouting tone. “It’s better than what Matsumoto and Inoue got me. And don’t even ask.” He added warningly.
“I wasn’t going to.” Ichigo kept one arm firmly around Hitsugaya’s slim waist, trapping the little body to his chest while he rummaged through Hitsugaya’s presents with his free hand, despite the little taichou’s scowls, growls, and threats. The gifts were typical concoctions of Matsumoto’s warped mind- a Grumpy the Care Bear plushy, baby blue hand knitted socks with matching mittens from Orihime, and a sparkly, light teal sweater trimmed with fluffy, white faux fur and hood.
Ichigo was almost done when he spied a remaining gift. “What’s this?” He grabbed a little red gift bag when Hitsugaya, face beet red, snatched it out of his hand.
“It’s nothing.” He held the bag tightly to his slim chest.
“It has my name on it.”
“Kurosaki.” Hitsugay growled and clutched it tighter when Ichigo tried to grab it.
The taller male, however, knew the little one’s weakness, and with his free hand, he tickled one armpit. Hitsugaya was extremely ticklish; he squirmed, biting his full, lower lip to muffle his giggles. Yes, giggles. He only giggled when tickled because that was an automatic response of his body that was hard to control. Ichigo grinned in triumph as he quickly snatched the crumpled red bag away from the littlest taichou. Immediately, Hitsugaya stopped giggling and reached for the bag, but Ichigo held it away from him. “Give it back!”
“It’s mine, from Rangiku-san and you.” Ichigo read the tag then peered inside and blinked. Hitsugaya quieted ominously in his arms, alabaster face flushed cherry pink and hidden in his dainty hands. Ichigo raised an orange eyebrow questioningly. “A teal ribbon…and peppermint lube?”
tbc….
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Hehe...yeah, the prompt was supposed to be hotchocolate and peppermint....the hot chocolate kinda came in as a side thing- it gets the girls outta the house and leaves Ichigo alone to molest Shiro...and did anyone see the peppermint flavored lube coming? Gah, my mind is horribly, horribly perverted. Soon as I saw that prompt, my mind was like "Whee! Peppermint lube!" ^O^ Maybe that's why I like making Matsumoto a pervert- it lets my inner pervert come out to play. Oh, what a horrible yaoi fangirl I am....
NOTE: This will be the last open post. The next post of "Christmas Baby" will contain the lemon AND THEREFORE WILL BE LOCKED. So, if you want to read said lemon, friend me now so you can read the last part in all its lemony glory.
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CHRISTMAS BABY 6/7
At the loud yell, Ichigo blinked. “Huh? Oh!” He grinned nervously down at his little lover, pulling Hitsugaya’s oversized shirt down and smoothing the cloth over the tiny, tight rump he loved so much. He withered under the intense teal glare, groping for a w ay out of the sudden hot water he found himself in. “Panties!” He blurted out the first thing that popped into his head. “You need panties!”
The icy, teal glare did not soften. “No shit, Sherlock. They’re *underwear* and that big-boobed buffoon hid all mine. The shirt’s long; it’ll have to do. I swear, when we get back to Soul Society…” He mumbled to himself the various ways in which Matsumoto was going to pay. Ichigo caught a few of them and winced, the death threats distracting him enough to pull his mind somewhat out of the gutter.
“But Shiro-chan, your ankle. And Rangiku-san said you were supposed to stay in bed.”
The glittering green-blue eyes eyes rolled. “My ankle is just fine, and Matsumoto has a dirty mind. Now, up.”
“Ah, alright.” Ichigo was too distracted by Hitsugaya’s lack of underwear to be fully coherent. All he had to do was lay his pretty ice prince down on the mattress, lift up the hem of the shirt, spread those slender, lily-white legs wide, and pull down the hem of his own pants, then he would be at the gates to his favorite shrine...His dainty little dragon with no panties; nothing guarding that most private and secret part of him…Ichigo nearly whimpered like Matsumoto had, except, unlike her, he was allowed to touch, to taste-
“KUROSAKI!!”
Ichigo jerked, shook his head, and blushed Christmas red. He tried to get his lust-filled brain to work, but thinking had never been his strong suit. He always followed his gut instinct, and right now, his gut told him to flip Hitsugaya onto the mattress, wrap those pale, sleek legs around his waist and slam into his tight heat like there was no tomorrow- “Err… Right. Up. Yeah.”
One arm supported Hitsugaya’s back, the other just under his bent knees and Ichigo stood up, carrying Hitsugaya bridal style. Hitsugaya was annoyed at how long it took Ichigo to react. His strawberry was not usually this stupid. But he understood why he was so slow. Hitsugaya just wanted to make sure there were not any orange-haired, big breasted perverts lurking about armed with video cameras. Hitsugaya felt the same way as the impulsive strawberry, only he had much better self-control and a brain that actually worked. With war between Soul Society and Hueco Mundo looming on the horizon, times of peace were few and far between, so this day they had together was all the more important to them both.
The lack of covering on his privates made the normally reserved, modest taichou feel incredibly exposed and dirty, vulnerable in a sexy, powerful way. Ichigo’s fascination with his forbidden parts gave Hitsguaya unprecedented domination over the substitute soul reaper; he could easily bend the younger male to any whim he had. Not that he couldn’t any other time; it was no secret in the world of the living or the dead that Hitsugaya had Ichigo firmly wrapped around his little finger. Ichigo was totally whipped, and everyone knew it. Right now, he was triple-whipped. He was Hitsugaya’s willing slave. Hitsugaya felt very naughty and powerful as Ichigo carried him out of the bedroom. He wriggled in the strong arms, finding a more comfortable position and grinding his pert ass on Ichigo’s forearm, causing the bigger male to stumble.
Ichigo carried Hitsugaya to the door and they looked out at the foot tracks of Matsumoto and Orihime in the deep snow. The world was covered in white. Rooftops, bushes, and yards were buried under the many layers of white. Sidewalks and roads were coated with slush and salt, and white snow flakes drifted gently to the white world below.
The window was getting fogged from their warm breaths on the cold glass. Hitsugaya had not been outside in nearly a week, and this was his favorite weather. He pressed his pink lips to Ichigo’s cheek. “Lets go out in the snow.”
Ichigo melted at the butterfly light caress of soft lips on his skin. He was tempted to cave in and open the door for his adorable snow prince, but even he knew that taking someone with a broken ankle and no underwear on out in the cold was a BAD idea, even if said someone was the wielder of the strongest ice/snow zanpaktoh.
He kissed the petal-soft lips in apology. “I’m sorry, Shiro-chan, but if I took you out, I’d have half of Soul Society after my blood. I’d rather now have Yachiru sick Zaraki on me cuz her adored Chibi-chan got sick.”
“Baka. I won’t get sick.” Despite how much he loved the snow and wanted to go out in the winter wonderland, going outside without underwear, or pants, which would not fit over his cast, was too risqué for him But sex in the snow…
“I know.” Ichigo said and kissed his sweet baby cheek. He immediately changed the topic as a thought popped into his head. “Ah, you still have to open the presents I got you.” He blurted out suddenly, as quick as Matsumoto with topic changes.
Hitsugaya snorted in amusement, breath washing over Ichigo’s neck. “You just remembered you brought me a present?”
Ichigo blushed sheepishly. “Well, I’d already exchanged gifts with the others when I first came over. I wanted to give you yours when it was just the two of us.”
“Sentimental moron.” There was no frosty bite to the words, though, and Hitsugaya snuggled comfortably in his arms as Ichigo carried him into the living room and sat on the couch. At the end of the couch, in a corner of the room, was a small, artificial Christams tree trimmed with lights, tinsel, and colorful ornaments. Most of the presents under the tree were already unwrapped, except for the ones Ichigo and Hitsugaya got each other.
Hitsugaya cuddled into Ichigo’s lap as strong arms wrapped around him securely. He laid his head on Ichigo’s shoulder as Ichigo plucked a beautiful package of silver wrapping paper with a big blue bow from under the tree and set it down gently in Hitsugaya’s little lap, arranging Hitsugaya’s legs so his cast was not in danger of getting bumped.
Hitsugaya pulled at the ribbon and took his time opening it. He pulled out a delicate, crystal snowflake ornament, the edges frosted a pale teal and in the center was a picture of him and Ichigo together last New Year’s. Ichigo stood with his arms around Hitsugaya. The strawberry wore an elegant, inky black kimono while Hitsugaya was beyond breathtaking in a pale turquoise furisode with billowing sleeves and a thick, dark blue obi that accentuated his slender form. Around the edge of the photo, etched in flowing silver kanji were ‘Ichigo + Toshiro 2007’.
Hitsugaya held it carefully and stared at the huge, delicate ornament with large aqua eyes. When he didn’t say anything, Ichigo chewed his bottom lip in worry. What if his baby dragon didn’t like it? What if he thought it was maudlin and dumb? “Shiro-chan?”
Hitsugaya settled it gently back in the box and kissed Ichigo on the chin, the only part of Ichigo he could reach when his head was raised. “It’s beautiful, Ichigo. Arigato.” He said softly, a light blush adorning his porcelain cheeks and his thick, long and inky lashes lowered.
Ichigo beamed in relief, set the boxy safely aside, and glomped the petite shinigami. Hitsugaya grunted in discomfort as he was squashed against Ichigo’s muscular chest. Ichigo buried his face in his wonderfully soft and thick, snowy hair. “Happy Birthday, Shiro-chan.”
For Christmas, Ichigo got Hitsugaya a stuffed white bear with button eyes, a fluffy baby blue Santa hat covering one ear, a matching blue scarf, and a silver snowflake on its furry tummy. When Ichigo made Hitsugaya hug it, the bear sang ‘Let It Snow.’ The song was in English and Hitsugaya could not understand it, and Ichigo had a rough time translating. “I think,” Hitsugaya said, eyeing the bear warily, “those Americans are completely insane.”
Hitsugaya, ever the practical one, got his beloved strawberry a thick, leather bound book on kidou and proper shinigami protocol. The present was eerily similar to what Rukia got him- a book on etiquette. Ichigo pouted at the gifts; it was almost as bad as getting underwear and socks. “You conspired with Rukia, didn’t you?”
“Well, your manners are atrocious and your kidou and reiatsu control even worse.” Hitsugaya pointed out matter-of-factly. Now Ichigo was the one who grumped while Hitsugaya smirked.
“I should’ve stayed home with my family.” Ichigo sulked at the lack of imagination in his gifts.
“Why didn’t you?”
“Cuz Pops had to go make a few house calls, and Yuzi and Karin wanted to try out their new sleds. And I wanted some quality time alone with my baby dragon.”
Hitsugaya chuckled at the still-pouting tone. “It’s better than what Matsumoto and Inoue got me. And don’t even ask.” He added warningly.
“I wasn’t going to.” Ichigo kept one arm firmly around Hitsugaya’s slim waist, trapping the little body to his chest while he rummaged through Hitsugaya’s presents with his free hand, despite the little taichou’s scowls, growls, and threats. The gifts were typical concoctions of Matsumoto’s warped mind- a Grumpy the Care Bear plushy, baby blue hand knitted socks with matching mittens from Orihime, and a sparkly, light teal sweater trimmed with fluffy, white faux fur and hood.
Ichigo was almost done when he spied a remaining gift. “What’s this?” He grabbed a little red gift bag when Hitsugaya, face beet red, snatched it out of his hand.
“It’s nothing.” He held the bag tightly to his slim chest.
“It has my name on it.”
“Kurosaki.” Hitsugay growled and clutched it tighter when Ichigo tried to grab it.
The taller male, however, knew the little one’s weakness, and with his free hand, he tickled one armpit. Hitsugaya was extremely ticklish; he squirmed, biting his full, lower lip to muffle his giggles. Yes, giggles. He only giggled when tickled because that was an automatic response of his body that was hard to control. Ichigo grinned in triumph as he quickly snatched the crumpled red bag away from the littlest taichou. Immediately, Hitsugaya stopped giggling and reached for the bag, but Ichigo held it away from him. “Give it back!”
“It’s mine, from Rangiku-san and you.” Ichigo read the tag then peered inside and blinked. Hitsugaya quieted ominously in his arms, alabaster face flushed cherry pink and hidden in his dainty hands. Ichigo raised an orange eyebrow questioningly. “A teal ribbon…and peppermint lube?”
tbc….
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Hehe...yeah, the prompt was supposed to be hotchocolate and peppermint....the hot chocolate kinda came in as a side thing- it gets the girls outta the house and leaves Ichigo alone to molest Shiro...and did anyone see the peppermint flavored lube coming? Gah, my mind is horribly, horribly perverted. Soon as I saw that prompt, my mind was like "Whee! Peppermint lube!" ^O^ Maybe that's why I like making Matsumoto a pervert- it lets my inner pervert come out to play. Oh, what a horrible yaoi fangirl I am....