ＤＯＮＴ ＬＥＴ ＧＯ (Byakuya Kuchiki/Ichigo Kurosaki)

ＤＯＮＴ ＬＥＴ ＧＯ (Byakuya Kuchiki/Ichigo Kurosaki)- 11

"Bend your arms more, don't curl your toes. You are going to get a leg cramp!"

"Ichigo, yelling at me isn't going to help me concentrate. What is this called again?"

"Doggy something."

"Ichigo! Are you sure this position is supposed to teach me to swim?"

"Yeah, the book says all kids learn this stroke first."

"I'm learning a CHILDREN'S METHOD!?" Byakuya stops treading water and heads for the pool ladder.

"Where are you going?" Ichigo reaches out and pulls him back to the deep side.

"I'm sick of this doggy style!" Byakuya yells, pushing his forehead into Ichigo's.

"It's doggy paddle, and if you do it right, I can teach you the breast stroke!" Ichigo screams back at him, smashing his head into Byakuya's.

"You are a horrible teacher!" Byakuya folds his arms in front of him in defiance.

"Well, you are a sucky student!" Ichigo splashes away from Byakuya and climbs up the ladder. Suddenly there was a hissing sounds and a large blow up doll of Urahara expands near Ichigo. The plastic green man is holding his fan in front of his huge grin.

"Kurosaki-san, surprise!" Urahara's voice ring's out from the doll, shocking Ichigo so badly he trips falling back into the pool. Byakuya, making nervous short steps on the bottom of the pool, slowly walks over to where Ichigo fell in.

"I really hate him sometimes." Ichigo mumbles as he pops through the water's surface next to Byakuya.

"You cut yourself when you fell." The dark haired noble turns to Ichigo and holds his elbow up, looking at it.

"Eh?" Ichigo looks at his arm and shakes his head. "It's just a scratch; I've gotten a lot worse than this little bump." Ichigo pulls himself up on the edge of the wall, dangling his legs in the water. He grabs his dry shirt on the ground just behind him and wipes the trickle of blood off.

"Ichigo," Byakuya moves close to him, slipping between his legs slowly. "Why are you so reckless with your life, but cherish everyone else's?"

"I guess..." Ichigo sighs as his shoulders sag under the emotional weight of the past he dreads to discuss. "I've always felt like the consolation prize, you know, the cheap reward for losing something irreplaceable." Ichigo looks away nervously and fidgets, his calloused fingers curling around the string of his swim trunks. "Someone beautiful died in my place, so I fight to make her sacrifice worth it."

"Ichigo, you realize...you are the beautiful person to her?" Byakuya's deep eyes look at Ichigo intensely, studying him for a moment; then slowly he leans up and touches Ichigo's cheek, turning his face toward his. Ichigo's brown eyes water just a bit before he pushes the emotion back down to the bottom of his heart.

Byakuya keeps his hand on Ichigo's cheek, aware it's making him feel conflicted. His soft slender fingers slide over to Ichigo's lips and pause for permission. Ichigo submits and opens his mouth, allowing Byakuya's index finger to rub against his teeth and moisten the tip. Removing his finger, Byakuya fights to keep his promise to take things slow, the desire in him building with every breath.

Ichigo looks down into the smoky blue eyes peering into his and, feeling his heart beating fast, he pushes Byakuya's hair from his face. His orange head leans down painfully slowly, his lips closing over Byakuya's. Ichigo parts his lips, moving his mouth on Byakuya's warm, silky-soft lips. Breath mingles just before Ichigo snakes out his tongue to taste and be tasted by Byakuya. Ichigo's hands touch the long, dark hair and for the first time he threads his fingers in the thick wave, tugging Byakuya closer to his body.

The sensation of him pulling Byakuya against himself is sending a shivers down his back. Byakuya's eyes close as he fights to keep his hands at his sides, allowing Ichigo to explore freely. Byakuya is lost to the hum inside his body when Ichigo's lips travel to his neck. Teeth graze his neck, making Byakuya gasp, and when Ichigo begins to suck on the small spot of skin, his eyes fly open. "Ah." Byakuya whispers, curling his hands into fists, fighting against the most incredible urge to touch.

"You taste so good." Ichigo moans against the moist neck, hearing Byakuya sigh with pleasure from his kisses. "I knew you would." Ichigo's hands travel down to Byakuya shoulders and tug him out of the water.

Byakuya pulls himself up from the water, balancing himself just above Ichigo, when his head collides with something. "Urahara....is staring at me." Byakuya grumbles, sitting up.

"What?" Ichigo looks up and sees the Urahara doll next to them, his big goofy grin concealed by the fan. "Oh my God! Urahara!"