Ichigo smiled, “Thank you Byakuya.”

Byakuya looked down at Ichigo, “You’re welcome Ichigo. Though for what I’m not sure.” He blinked in surprise as Ichigo clung to him. The boy was trembling, mainly out of fear. But he realized that his presence was comforting to the young deputy.

Ichigo was crying, something that he’d never seen the young substitute do. “you’re going to be alright.” Byakuya said gently. “If you want to lie here for awhile, I understand.”

Ichigo looked up at Byakuya. He was so gentle, so loving. At the back of his mind, Ogichi’s obvious sexual interest in the icy captain was affecting his own body. His lower regions started to heat and become sensitive. Ichigo blushed hugely.

Senbonzakura started poking at Byakuya’s mind. You should kiss him, romance him, at least /try/ to seduce him.

But Hisana…

Would want you to be happy. We’ve had this conversation, remember? Senbonzakura asked. Byakuya could feel the spirit giving him a gentle push. That’s not entirely fear he’s trembling from.

Byakuya said quietly to Ichigo. “Senbonzakura thinks I should pursue you… romantically.” He said awkwardly. “I’m not sure…” Byakuya said quietly, “What do you want?” He stroked Ichigo’s hair, which had grown a little bit, down to about his shoulders. “You’re beautiful, both male and female.”

Trembling in fear, and lust at once. Ichigo panted. “I dunno what I want. You were always beautiful. But you were always mister icicle, even more so than Toushiro. I didn’t think I had a chance, and you were always mourning Hisana. I didn’t want to be disrespectful.” He looked up at Byakuya, and the captain saw his sienna eyes were darkened with lust. His own lust was becoming difficult to control. He wanted to ravage the young shinigami then and there.

“I want…” Byakuya couldn’t bring his mouth to form the words, he just pulled Ichigo into a blistering kiss, his hands slowly settling on the other’s hips.

Ichigo responded immediately, his lower regions were slowly turning into a wet, burning, swollen, mess. And his stomach did several butterfly swoops around his ribcage. He started touching Byakuya’s breasts. They panted as their lips parted. “fuck… my whole body is… burning for you.” Ichigo panted. “Touch me… some more…”

Byakuya chuckled, carefully pushing Ichigo back on his pallet, pulling the blankets over his shoulders he took Ichigo’s breasts in his hands and started to rub. Ichigo moaned, and Byakuya replaced one of his hands with his mouth, sucking on his breast, and the deputy was loving every minute of it.

Byakuya was moving quickly yes, normally, if he were male he would have taken his time. But Ichigo had had quite enough hurt for the day. He’d have to give Renji more lessons in etiquette. He’d seriously hurt the deputy. Byakuya wanted to make the hurt go away, and the aching between his legs, the female equivalent to an erection, was driving him mad. And he was far more experienced in lovemaking than the deputy. He suspected Ichigo was feeling the same push. The same hormones.

Ichigo’s cheeks turned scarlet, as Byakuya began to kiss his way down Ichigo’s stomach, the deputy had an idea what the captain was going to do. He spread his legs, bending at the knee to give the captain better access.

And then the Kuchiki captain’s tongue touched Ichigo’s entry. And he screamed Byakuya’s name in pleasure. Byakuya slid his tongue between his folds, spreading them gently with his fingers and dipping his tongue in the entry, sipping from the edge before lapping at his clit.

“SHIT!” Ichigo bucked, Byakuya’s fingers traced his hole, before sucking the inner labia and clit into his mouth. He hadn’t even penetrated, and Ichigo was rapidly spiraling towards orgasm.

Byakuya lapped at Ichigo’s clit, knowing that the new organ was much more sensitive than a man’s penis. Ichigo screamed Byakuya’s name, cusswords spilling out of his lips as he came. A rush of fluids boiled up from inside him and Ichigo groaned. Byakuya chuckled, licking his lips. He worked his way back up, kissing Ichigo so that he could taste his essence on his lips.

Ichigo felt Byakuya’s fingers still playing with his pussy. He wrapped an arm around Byakuya before reaching up to timidly stroke at his entry in return. The kiss turned hot, heavy, slow, tongues twining as Ichigo experienced pleasure powerful for the first time.

“Niisama what’s all the noise a…” An alto tenor voice mumbled. “OH FUCK!” Byakuya startled, though Ichigo’s eyes were still hazed in lust. He blinked, struggling to turn his head around.

A familiar figure with long black hair was standing in the doorway, face slowly turning tomato red. Rukia! But there was something different about her. Her body was sharper, squarer, and her chest had gone flat. She was wearing a very thin white yukata often given to invalids in the seireitei, and as blood slowly started to drip from her nose and her face started to twitch, Ichigo realized he could make out a telltale bulge in the crotch of her yukata. The same type of yukata that Byakuya had opened on Ichigo’s body and removed on his own.

Then Rukia was running from the room at top shunpo.

“oh fuck.” Ichigo groaned.

“Let her go. I’ll talk to her later.” Byakuya husked.

Ichigo chuckled, “my turn to do you.” Byakuya laughed, his now alto voice thick with lust.

“I can’t explain it, its like since I changed my hormones have been screaming sex, sex, sex.” Byakuya grumbled.

Ichigo landed in a heap on top of Byakuya, then clumsily leaned down to kiss the Kuchiki captain on the lips before slowly working his way down Byakuya’s neck. It seemed strange to do at first, but Ichigo latched his lips onto one of the 6th captain’s breasts. Byakuya groaned, wriggling beneath him. Encouraged Ichigo moved to the other breast, his hands slowly running along the other’s figure.

Panting, Byakuya wrapped his arms around Ichigo’s shoulders, and Ichigo moved lower, licking along his stomach before leaning in to lick hesitantly at Byakuya’s sex. The high pitched squeak that Byakuya let out gave Ichigo a little more confidence. Using his fingers he spread the other’s entrance and began to lick deeper. Byakuya groaned, hands grabbing Ichigo’s hair and pushing him deeper.

Ichigo worked his way further up, it didn’t taste as horrible as he thought it would. He wondered what Byakuya would taste like when he was back in his own body.

Then he found Byakuya’s clit, and focused his energies on it. “FUCK!” Byakuya cursed, shoving on Ichigo’s head.

Ichigo snickered. So he could make Kuchiki swear hmm? Ichigo focused his energies on that little nub, lapping at it slowly. He rested his arms on Byakuya’s stomach, keeping him from bucking beneath him.

“I… ichigo…” Byakuya groaned, panting.

Ichigo grinned stupidly, working lower again he slipped his tongue in as far as he could and licked up the inside of Byakuya’s entrance. Byakuya screamed his name, and whatever Ichigo had hit sent him tumbling over the edge.

Ichigo pulled up a little, looking down at Byakuya. He wanted more. Ichigo desperately wanted more. And as much as Byakuya eating him out had turned him on, some instinct deep down in his head wanted to have sex with something that had a penis.

“Daaaayuuum.” A voice came from the doorway. “now that’s what I call a show.”

Ichigo whirled. Renji was standing there, and Ichigo realized he was buck nekkid in front of Renji. And so was Byakuya. And both of them were girls.

Then he saw the tent in Renji’s pants. “I thought you only went for women and effeminate men.”

“Hello Ichi, you’re the one with Orihime sized melons on your chest.” Renji sniggered. His face was slowly turning scarlet. “But if you can suck me the way you just did Taichou, I might reconsider my standards.” He licked his lips.

Selfishness warred with practicality. On the one hand, having both Renji /and/ Byakuya was a major victory. On the other, Renji might decide he didn’t want Ichigo when he changed back. Byakuya might want him, but Renji was doubtful.

Ichigo looked over at Byakuya. “What do you think, should we let him?”

Byakuya smiled bitterly. “Unfortunately, this transformation seems to come with a substantial amount of lust, for something far thicker than fingers or tongue.”

Ichigo frowned. “For some reason I keep getting the same impression. Byakuya-koi, you are incredibly hot. But I want something more substantial than a woman can provide.”

“Substantial?” Renji sniggered. “Well.” He closed the door and locked it. “I can show you mine, and you can decide for yourself if its substantial.”

Byakuya glared at Renji. “If I were in my male form, we could measure. You aren’t the only one with /substantial/ masculine assets.” He sneered.

Renji smirked, opening his kimono and slipping off his hakama and obi. Ichigo gawked. Renji’s erection was easily a foot long, and with a three inch girth to match. Renji smirked at Ichigo’s expression, the strawberry couldn’t take his eyes off Renji’s erection.

“I call him first.” Ichigo blurted out, face turning beet red.

Byakuya glanced sidelong at the younger shinigami. “Fine.” He growled. “Though, if you don’t mind my hands still on you.” Byakuya wrapped his arms around Ichigo’s waist. I swear when I get my manhood back I’m going to /show/ him just how ‘satisfying’ I can be.

I thought you didn’t want anyone? Senbonzakura teased.

I might make an exception to show him who the better love maker is.

Renji took Ichigo’s pallet and shoved it up against Byakuya’s, then carefully turned them around. Ichigo found himself propped up in Byakuya’s arms, up against his chest. Renji knelt between Ichigo and Byakuya’s bent legs, and he reached down to kiss Ichigo as he settled himself. Ichigo felt Renji press the head of his dick right in the opening. “Ready?”

Ichigo felt his entry throb, his breath become heavy. “Hell yeah.” He looped his arms loosely around Renji’s shoulders. He felt Byakuya’s hands tighten on his hips. Renji slowly started to move, drawing out penetration.

He felt Renji’s thickness press against, and then tear, the hymen, causing the orange haired shinigami to hiss. Ichigo’s breath came in pants. But the pain was soothed somewhat when Byakuya began to kiss at his neck, licking at an erogenous zone to distract him from the pain.

Ichigo felt his passage stretching in an effort to take the length and thickness of Renji’s dick inside him. And when Renji was seated completely inside, Ichigo felt the other’s length pressed up against his cervix, filling every inch, every nook, every fold in his passage.

Ichigo hauled Renji down to kiss him, with Byakuya licking his way up his neck. Renji searched Ichigo’s face for any sign of distress, instead the chocolate orbs had darkened in lust. Byakuya’s hands were sliding over Ichigo’s breasts, pleasuring the tanned mounds of flesh. Well, that was fine with Renji. Byakuya would get his turn when he was finished with Ichigo.

And the look on Ichigo’s face as their eyes met was a complete turn on.

Ichigo’s eyes slowly fluttered closed, as he savored every sensation. Renji’s erection was hot, thick, and slick with precum. And the sensation was at once one of being stretched and being filled. Ichigo flexed his legs slightly, before wrapping them around Renji’s hips.

And Renji took this as the signal to go, pulling out slightly, then thrusting back in. Ichigo squealed, arms tightening around Renji’s shoulders. Byakuya’s fingers were working their way along his breasts, and the duel stimulation made Ichigo melt into the arms of both his lovers.

In, out, in, out. As the stinging of his body stretching faded and was replaced with the friction of Renji’s dick against his passage and the pounding to his cervix Ichigo began to return the other’s thrusts. Ichigo panted, a sheen of sweat forming on his skin.

Renji panted, gasping with each thrust. He was trying to keep a steady pace, but Ichigo’s body was tight enough, hot enough, slick enough, that Renji was sorely tempted to pound Ichigo as hard as he could manage. His body slickened with sweat. Then Ichigo started rubbing his breasts against Renji’s chest and screaming his name with every thrust. And Renji decided right then and there that Ichigo could be an exception to his standards.

Renji’s hair swept over Ichigo and Byakuya and his lips met Ichigo’s. Ichigo felt… secure… and the pleasure was incredible. His body felt, open, receptive, and the pleasure was mindblowing. His soul trembled in pleasure, need, lust, and yet he felt peaceful, serene. This was what Ichigo had /wanted./ Well not the woman part, but the sex with Renji part.

And then he screamed, body writhing around Renji’s length. Ichigo’s nails dug into Renji’s back, and he felt Renji thrust in one last time, shoving as far into his body as his abused passage would allow before he to came. Ichigo felt Renji’s seed burning into his body, once, twice, Renji’s fluids burned into him four times before he was finally sated, lying limp against Ichigo’s chest for a few moments.

Renji pulled out with a soft 'pop' noise, “Now Ichigo, I’m going to need you to get me worked up again so I can do Byakuya.” He chuckled. “Lie flat, and Byakuya you massage my back.”

“What are you gonna…” Ichigo stammered, lying flat as Byakuya shifted places.

“I did say I’d consider making you an exception if you sucked me as well as you ate Byakuya out.”

Ichigo’s face burned. And Byakuya rolled his eyes. “You need to learn finesse when lovemaking.” Byakuya hissed in Renji’s ear.

“This isn’t lovemaking, its rutting /Taichou./” Renji hissed back.

“And which do you think the boy would rather have?” Byakuya scolded.

Ichigo wasn’t sure at the moment /which/ he would rather have. Byakuya started massaging Renji’s back, pressing his breasts against his shoulders and kissing and sucking at his neck as he had Ichigo. “oooooooh…” Renji groaned. “That… right there…” He turned back to Ichigo. “Okay, its really simple. I straddle you like this, so that my dick is near your mouth. You reach up and suck on it until its hard enough to have sex.”

Renji carefully moved within Ichigo’s grasp. Ichigo hesitated briefly, but then he reached up and took Renji’s dick in his hands and guided the tip to his mouth. Renji groaned, melting back into Byakuya’s hands as Ichigo took him in carefully, an inch at a time.

Right away Ichigo realized he wasn’t going to be able to fit all of it in his mouth. He sucked on the tip, carefully drawing as much as he could manage into his mouth. He started to suck, bringing his tongue into it. He carefully pulled the member out, shifting position so that he was licking along the bottom.

Renji groaned, and Ichigo took his balls in his hands, carefully massaging the sacks. He took it back in his mouth, swirling the head in his lips.

Renji struggled with the impulse to buck, and Byakuya grabbed him by the hip just as he lost to the impulse, keeping his Fukutaichou from uncomfortably choking Ichigo. Ichigo sucked harder, hollowing his cheeks. Renji groaned, his erection starting to ache. “Okay… Ichi that’s…”

Ichigo let go, Renji’s dopey grin told him that he’d snared the red head. Even if Ichigo went back to his normal form, Renji would be willing to sleep with him again. Ichigo gently pulled Byakuya into his arms, kissing his way up the Kuchiki’s neck.

Byakuya felt Ichigo trying to emulate his own movements, cupping his breasts and massaging the mounds hesitantly. Byakuya leaned back in the deputy’s arms, utterly relaxed as Renji pressed into his entry.

Byakuya was no stranger to sex, having been interested in both men and women in his youth. He knew many things about lovemaking and its affects on the mind and body. He braced himself, and Renji shoved in, breaking the hymen in one swift, but careful motion. Byakuya hissed, forcing his lower body to relax.

Byakuya’s passage was not as wide as Ichigo’s. His vagina had further to stretch. The captain was used to being on top, but he had learned to read the movements of his lovers well. And when Renji came to a stop pressed against his cervix, Byakuya felt something that sent a jolt of fear into his heart.

The same sense of receptiveness, of need, of peace that Ichigo had displayed was all too familiar to Byakuya. It was the feeling one got when their body was able to be impregnated.

Several things went through Byakuya’s mind right then. Foremost that he didn’t care. Even in this receptive state he wanted Renji, and he wanted him to cum inside him until Renji himself was exhausted and his belly was bulging. Byakuya did not think he could keep his lust in check at this point.

He knew he was going to get pregnant from this, and he didn’t care. That both irritated and scared him.

This would be upsetting later, but as Renji started to thrust into him, Byakuya ceased to care. He arched his hips to the other’s thrusts, rolling against his body. Byakuya met Renji’s rhythm fervently. But he realized that what he wanted right then was to be the one thrusting into Ichigo. He wanted Ichigo writhing beneath him. He wanted to be the one that made Ichigo feel that peace and receptiveness and warmth.

Byakuya did not make the same kind of noises Ichigo did, when Renji’s name spilled from his lips, it was soft, panted, gasped, sighed. His body shook in Ichigo’s arms with every thrust, the silent abandon just made Renji even more turned on and made Ichigo's grip on him tighten both out of lust and out of affection.

Renji leaned in to kiss him, dipping his tongue in Byakuya’s mouth, tasting the heated cavern of his mouth and sweeping away any cries of his name from his lips.

And then Byakuya came, his body arching elegantly, head tipping back to rest on Ichigo’s shoulder. Renji thrust in one last time, his orgasm exploding into Byakuya’s body, spilling into him in the same searing, intense, multi spurt release that he had into Ichigo.

Byakuya collapsed into Ichigo’s arms, panting, his body covered in sweat. Ichigo all but pounced Renji as he pulled out. “I want more.”

Renji looked over at Byakuya. “I’ve had my… share for… quite awhile.” He wrapped his arms around Ichigo’s waist. “but I want to do more later. Just the two of us. Abarai-fukutaichou has much to learn about the difference between sex and love making, and the difference between /good/ sex and /hot/ sex.” He said coolly.

Renji snorted, chuckling. “Oh really. You’re going to have to teach /me/ the difference too Taichou. Do you know how much I wanted you? Or for how long?”

Byakuya glared at Renji. “I was fully aware. But if you like, when my body is back to normal, I /can/ show you the difference. Unless of course you don’t mind my using a strap on.”

Renji whistled. “now that… is hot…” He smirked, watching as Ichigo curled up in Byakuya’s arms as he had before.

But this time, Ichigo turned to Renji. “You can still fit inside me from behind can you? I didn’t get to kiss Byakuya the last time.”

Renji rolled his eyes. “Anything you want Ichigo.”

Byakuya chuckled. "That might be easier." He was glad that Ichigo wanted to make this a true three way and even gladder that even though it was Renji who was inside of him, Ichigo's interest was in Byakuya.

Meanwhile, in Hueco Mundo, Aizen was preparing another two tests of his new Kidou. After the failed battle in the fake Karakura, Aizen had had to rebuild his Espada. Most of the former ten had died in the battle. But Grimmjow was still alive, Ulquiorra had been thought to be dead, but his body had reformed in the Menos forest, and Ulquiorra had simply fought, consumed and absorbed fellow arrancar, several adjuchas, and one very unfortunate Menos grande until his body was intact again and his power restored.

Ulquiorra had been promoted, taking the 2nd position that Barragan’s death had left in the ranks. Grimmjow had replaced Nnoitra as 5th Espada. Stark was still around, but Hallibel had been replaced by a new face, a healer female arrancar known as Risa Kitty. Kitty had then gathered more female fraccion to her side and sponsored Lolly and Menolly as the new tenth. Yammy had been bumped up to Grimmjow’s old sixth position. Another female, known simply as Kamrin the Centurion took the seventh.

Szayel had been rescued first from death, then from the grips of Mayuri’s wonder drug, and been given Ulquiorra’s former position, number four. Szayel’s hair however, had three sharp white streaks in it, a mark of how much he’d suffered in that battle. Tesla, Nnoitra’s former fraccion had become number eight in his place. And another healer, Zephly Ophiucus Ascepilas had taken the 9th position left behind by Arleri.

With the new ten, Aizen began to fill the ranks of his army anew. But creating more arrancar took /time./

And Gin’s whining that he wanted to have children gave Aizen an idea.

Ulquiorra had volunteered as a test subject. But Aizen wanted one more, far less willing, person to test his new kidou on. And so he’d just finished a private meeting during which he’d drugged Tousen.

Grimmjow had Tousen slung over his shoulder fireman style as he entered the throne room where two medical tables had been set up. “I got ‘im, what you want me to do?” He asked Zephly as he directed the setup for Aizen’s experiment.

“Place him on this table here, and then cuff him to it. Arms and legs.” Zephly said coolly. “Hey, did you notice? There’s an awful not of men here, but no ladies.” He cackled. “Kitty made the girl espada stay out of this out of protest! Its not surprising. I’ve known her since the fall or Rome she’s very outspoken for a woman from her age.”

Aizen simply rolled his eyes. Gin watched curiously as Tousen was cuffed to the medical table. At that moment Ulquiorra entered, wearing a soft white yukata. “Aaah, Qui-kun, the other bed please?” Zephly asked. “Just lie there and relax and let Aizen-sama work his witchery.”

Ulquiorra eyed the healer. While Grimmjow ambled over to his mate. Ulquiorra chuckled, pulling his long time lover into a tender kiss. Grimmjow chuckled, running his hands over Ulquiorra’s frame, squeezing his butt gently and burying his face in his koi’s silky black hair. “I’m holding you as a man one last time.” Grimmjow husked softly in his ear.

“I’ll be fine love. I want to give parenthood a try, and you’re the last person I’d imagine as a girl, or a mother.” Ulquiorra chuckled into his lover’s chest. “Unless, of course, you want to be the one to carry.”

“No, you’re completely right.” Grimmjow replied. “I’m a daredevil, I’m not the sort which should be doing this.”

Gin clung to Aizen, a cute smirk on his face. “aawwww, how adorable. You’re enjoying doing this aren’t you?”

Aizen wrapped an arm around Gin’s waist. “Happy underlings mean obedient underlings. If Ulquiorra is happy taking maternity leave to try and have a baby I have no problem with that. He’s proven his loyalty.”

All of a sudden a blur of blonde bolted into the room. Wonderweiss had /clung/ to Tousen, moaning woefully. That was when Tousen woke up. He wrestled with the chains. “WHAT THE HELL????” He demanded. “AIZEN! LET ME GO!”

Zephly grabbed Wonderweiss from behind, pulling the struggling halfwit away from the man he considered his “Parent.” Zephly pinched the back of his neck, applying pressure near his spinal column and the halfwit Arrancar just started to shiver.

Aizen smirked, walking over to Tousen. Grimmjow backed up, kissing Ulquiorra one last time.

Tousen wasn’t sure at first what Aizen was about. Then he heard the familiar muttering of Aizen’s gender kidou. Blind eyes turned bitter with hatred. Tousen kept struggling, while Ulquiorra simply lay there serenely, surrendering to the kidou.

Tousen’s world dissolved in bright pink light. Then he felt something sharp pinch into his shoulder. And he blacked out.

When Grimmjow ran over to check on his newly transformed mate, Ulquiorra was… “He’s asleep?” O.O grimmjow blinked.

“In most cases, the spell has a sedative worked into it.” Aizen replied. “He’ll sleep for a few hours and then wake up looking for sex.”

Grimmjow growled possessively, arrancar mating instinct taking over. “If you don’t mind, Aizen-sama, I’m going to take him somewhere peaceful and private to sleep it off.”

Aizen watched as Grimmjow scooped his lover up and hurried out for their quarters.

As for Tousen, he and Wonderweiss were locked into Tousen’s quarters, to wake up later. Aizen was confident that Tousen would not look to the halfwit for sex when he awoke. The little arrancar was a son to Tousen, and he was not attracted to him.