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[savior_n_black]

[ Goddamn, what a day. First, Tatsuki showing up, then Ichigo spent the walk home leveling with her about what he'd been doing. It wasn't that this was particularly difficult in the saying...but it did sort of hammer home that all his work to keep his "normal" life separate from the hollow-hunting, and shinigami war - hell, just the "I see dead people things - was done. He couldn't have that last modicum of self-deluded comfort anymore. Not really.

Well, it's been gone for a while, to be truthful, but...somehow, keeping his life compartmentalized had made it easier to bear in his mind. Still, what's done was done, and despite one moment of something dangerously close to pity in the eye of his childhood friend, Ichigo thought that she'd taken things pretty well.

But, he was tired. Really tired. The sort of soul-deep tired that made him seek solitude. In a full house, with Xion, and now Tatsuki settling in, there was precious little in the way of solitude to be had. He didn't want to go back to Heine's church, either - not yet. Which left the roof. Sitting here, now, watching the first colors of dusk falling over the city of dreams, Ichigo stared out across the patchwork cityscape. If he squinted, and relaxed his eyes, he could make out little shimmering islands in the metropolis; people's Places of Solace shimmering like mirages here, and there. There's more of them, too. So many people, all trapped... ]

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[holeheart]

[Shiro had beaten Ichigo to the clinic by a lot, and had dreamed himself up some dinner. But jeezus, there were so many girls in the house now. It was hard to get any sort of privacy. And that didn't include the thoughts buzzing through his head. Had Ichigo gone through with it? And what about Aizen? What was happening while they weren't there...

He senses Ichigo's presence up on the roof and he decides to head up there himself. Not to talk, right away, but just to sit. The view up there is nice, anyway.

Leaping out the window and on to the roof, Shiro uses clawed toes to hold on to the roof and make his way over to Ichigo. He also has a bowl in hand, and a pair of hanshi. With a huff he sits next to Ichigo and offers him the bowl; shrimp and veggie curry.]

Wasn't sure what ya wanted fer dinner, so I just brought curry.

[savior_n_black]

Aa. Thanks.

[ Accepting the bowl, but...he's not terribly interested in food. Instead, he just sort of pushes a shrimp around, still thinking. ]

...Guess you're escaping the girls, then?

[holeheart]

[even if you're not hungry, you should eat.

Or SHiro will.

He snitches a shrimp with his claws, then lets out a very put upon groan at the question]

Ugh, yes. You know, they're all fine? I like 'em? But fuck, what is it about girls that they become friggin' impossible in groups larger than TWO?!

[savior_n_black]

[ Well, nothing for it, just have to get a little bit of curry, before speaking again. ]

Heh. I didn't think it would be so crowded, but it's better this way. And I dunno. Tatsuki, or Inoue might end up finding their own space.

[ And, well...Ichigo would be lying if he said he didn't like having several of his friends safe, and sound in a place he knew for dead certain he could protect them in. ]

Though, goddamn, how much do I have to get bossed around in my own house?

[holeheart]

Xion can stay. [he chews thoughtfully, then sticks his finger in his mouth to lick off the curry sauce] I'm sure Inoue-san and Tatsuki have their own places'a solace. They can live there. Plus, the neighbor's houses -- [he jerks a thumb] -- are all empty.

[a huff] Tch! Between the midget and Arisawa, if we're not both covered in bruises at the end of every day, I'll be real surprised! They both use violence ta solve their problems, I noticed.

[savior_n_black]

[ Shrugging noncommittally, Ichigo chews on a piece of shrimp. ]

What do you care, you can't bruise.

[ ...Yeah. After the brief smile, he's turning more taciturn, and staring into the distance, again. ]

[holeheart]

I bruise for about 5 seconds! It's not quite the same....

[he frowns, looking off into the sunset. They were pretty things, sunsets. He had never seen one for himself before being dragged out in this place. The pink and orange light reflects off his white skin, giving it colors it doesn't normally have.

He frowns, then looks at his feet, curling his claws under his foot and back]

... I hate not knowin' stuff.

[savior_n_black]

Yeah...me too.

[ Just...yeah. Going back to pushing food around the bowl. Well, more like idly holding the bowl, and looking out at the city. ]

I took the towel off the mirror a little bit ago. I saw...well, I don't really know what I saw. It looked like the whole town was empty, and there was this crazy-huge explosion. Old Yamamoto was hurt...so many people were hurt...

[ Damnitt, Ichigo knows that the way time flows between dreams, and reality is skewed, but he's starting to wonder how much that is.
What's worse? With Byakuya showing up so suddenly, Ichigo found himself remembering what the captain of the sixth said to him;

'Karakura-cho is your responsibility, now. It is your duty to go back, and defend it.'

...So why did Ichigo have a knot of nervous tension in his guts at the thought of it? His mask had felt so heavy last time, and Tatsuki saying things about Aizen... ]

[holeheart]

[Shiro huffs and looks out over the city] Didn't they say that they made a whole fake Karakura-cho? Tatsuki wouldn't be there. [he looks down, now. That meant the Fake Karakura was a barrier of sorts; a last stronghold between Aizen and his real goal. Surely the rest of the Gotei, even the Captain-Commander, could defeat Aizen before... well...] ... Does that mean Aizen broke through that defense? [Does that mean we all failed?]

[savior_n_black]

Yeah. It was some weird decoy, and Tatsuki said everyone was asleep.

[ All but slamming the bowl down on the roof ( a couple pieces of curried veggies flip out too ) and standing with tensed fists. ]

If he did - if he did I was on my way back to Karakura when I got sucked here in the first place! I'll just have to stop him.

[ Having said it, he actually takes a little bit of determination from it. But, also having said it, it brings something else to mind that makes Ichigo turn around to look at Shiro intently. ]

Why did my mask feel so heavy? Why, just before Byakuya, and Kenpachi showed up does it feel so different?

[ Then, hesitating, not really sure he's ready for the whole answer; ]

...What happened to me on that goddamn dome?

[holeheart]

[Shiro looks down and away. Stop him? How?] Aibou, if he took out all of the remaining Shinigami Captains working together... do you really think...[he trails off. He doesn't want to put him out too much.

.... except then he asks THAT question, and the Hollow visibly tenses, looking away. He stands up and walks over to the edge of the roof. He's silent for a long moment before he actually does say something] ... You... do you really want to know.

[savior_n_black]

[ Ichigo tenses again, and looks down. But...he doesn't answer. He hates it, hates feeling scared, feeling confused, or unsure of himself.

He says nothing. ]

...What is happening to us--

[ And in that moment, the sun dips below the horizon, and silence reigns. Ichigo's thoughts kick in with the TENEKA before he really realizes it. ]

--to me. What will I have to become to stop Aizen? Because I have to. I have to stop him...

[holeheart]

[Shiro coughs when his voice goes, curing silently with Teneka. As much as Ichigo hates the masks, Shiro hates the voiceless nights. They fucking suck, in short. He turns to face Ichigo, eyes... sad? Perhaps a bit. There's definitely something there. Maybe even guilt.]

You died on the dome, Aibou. And I had to save ya the only way I could. [a frown, and he looks back at the horizon, purple twilight creeping in] But even that. I dunno if we could beat Aizen with that. He's a monster.

[savior_n_black]

[ Ichigo's head snaps up, and he is just too shocked to even think for a solid few seconds. He'd come close to death before, but...hearing it from his own hollow was ironically hitting closer to home. ]



...Yeah we can. We have to.

[ Recovering a little, he swallows, sighs, and comes over to stand next to Shiro, with one hand tightly gripping the t-shirt covering the hollow's shoulder. He didn't know what else to "say" or even what to think privately. He was afraid, but not of losing. Shiro was taking that fear for himself.
And somehow, seeing the sadness there in eyes that should be blazing disconcerted Ichigo even more than the possibility of death.

Without thinking, or questioning, just wanting to wipe the sad look out of Shiro's eyes, he all but jerked the hollow close enough to duck, and kiss him hard on the mouth.
Lower jaw trembling a little, but his other hand sliding back into white hair, Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut, and tried to do the only thing he knew of by way of comfort. ]

[holeheart]

He put a hole in yer chest. What did you expect. The placement was lucky, I was able to take advantage of it.

[he looks away again] You can say shit like that all you want but that won't make it any easier. [Then, there was always that. But hopefully it wouldn't come to That. Please let it not come to That.

The hand on his shoulder makes him shudder, just because he wasn't expecting to be touched. And the kiss takes him even more off guard. If he could make noise, he would have protested aloud. But he can't, so instead his eyes show his surprise.

The kiss is awkward, and forced, and Ichigo still hadn't learned any finesse. But Shiro leaned into it anyway, wrapping his arms around Ichigo's body, digging his nails in needfully.

He didn't want to think about what they would have to do to defeat that monster that wore a man's body. He didn't want to think about what they would both have to sacrifice to protect the town, protect reality as they knew it. It was way too heavy.]

[savior_n_black]

[ There's no part of this that Ichigo wants to think about, wants to focus on, other than how it feels to be with Shiro when they're alone, pawing at his clothes to drag them both closer together. Chest, and hips slotting together with their identical match. Licking, and nipping at a bluish-white lower lip until Shiro opened his mouth enough for Ichigo to press inside.

He let loose a needy groan into those lips without meaning to.
Shiro's nails may have been digging into his back, but Ichigo's hands pulled at the hem of the hollow's t-shirt until he could slide palms over the curiously warm, firm chest underneath. Curling his fingers in claws, he dragged them up over the hollow's stomach, then skated over white hips to meet again at the small of his back. ]

You take the doubt. I know you're doing it, because I can't feel it. I'm not afraid of losing - because I can't lose.

[ Gasping, Ichigo finally broke the kiss in favor of leaning his forehead against Shiro's. Breathless, and pink-cheeked, he didn't risk opening his eyes yet. ]


I'm only afraid of what I'm gonna have to give up to be strong enough to beat him.
...I gave you that doubt. You've never been scared before, have you?

[holeheart]

[it's a good thing that this roof is fairly flat, and that Shiro is clinging to the tiles with his footclaws, because he is not focused on that at all. Right now, in this moment, it's all about his partner, his aibou, his link to reality and to hope. He kisses back hungrily, needfully, nipping Ichigo's lips in return with short fangs.

His breathing speeds up (when did he start breathing?) and he slides his hands down in return, finding his way under Ichigo's shirt and back up to his naked shoulders, curling around and over and pulling them as close as can be. The pressure on his Chain of Fate hole stings a bit, but the feeling of safety and closeness overwhelms it.]

Because you can't have doubt in that situation... I hold whatever you need me to. That's how it's always been. That's how it always will be.

[An emotional receptacle. Feelings couldn't be eliminated, they could only be shuffled around. When he breaks the kiss, Shiro whimpers aloud and nuzzles Ichigo, his own eyes closed tightly in a mirror image]

You shouldn't have ta. You shouldn't have that responsibility. It ain't fair... it ain't right. [the Teneka goes silent for a moment, then Shiro tightens his grip] ... I don't like bein' afraid, aibou. I've never been uncertain before. I don't know what ta do with it.

[savior_n_black]

[ It's a very good thing the roof is mostly flat. Even better that Ichigo can walk backward, dragging Shiro until having to actually open his eyes, and hop down onto the completely flat level above the clinic, itself.
But, as soon as both of them have stumbled back onto the lower ledge, Ichigo all but yanks Shiro down, sitting with his back against the low dividing wall, and the hollow being pawed, and dragged into his lap. ]

It...it's my fault. I did this to you.

[ Messy, open mouth kisses leave a trail of damp fire from lips, down to throat, until Ichigo closes his teeth on Shiro's collarbone. ]

...I'll make you better.

[ apologizing and hoping with earnest lips and tongue, hard then soft, carding clawed fingers through white hair to draw Shiro closer as Ichigo arches upwards, fingers dragging at the hollow's t-shirt.
Reckless, not caring who saw, or what anyone else might think, Ichigo groaned in his throat, and kept tugging, intending to strip Shiro of his t-shirt. ]

[holeheart]

[he follows, helping to make sure Ichigo goes the right direction, since he's facing the right direction for it. And when they flop down, Shiro willingly crawls into Ichigo's lap, happy for the closeness and intimacy. They couldn't do this with anyone else around, so these moments of togetherness were more appreciated than anyone else would know. He wraps his legs around Ichigo's torso]

Tch... I'm not so weak that I can't deal with it... I just need ta figure it out.

[a sly grin, then a hiss when Ichigo bites him. Well, two can play that game, and Shiro bites him right back, brushing aside his shirt so he can sink his fangs into that creamy colored, muscular shoulder]

I don't need you to fix me. This is my job.

[... but he wouldn't mind the attention.

Well, if he insists. Shiro jerks himself away a bit, enough to get the shirt off. Why was it whenever they were alone, it always seemed to come to this? Not that Shiro minded too much. This was his dominion, after all. Now for Ichigo's shirt.... maybe a slaw up the side and a bit of a rip...]

[savior_n_black]

O-Oi!

[ Yes, he just stuttered through his thoughts. It's more that Ichigo's thoughts are getting so derailed, that he can't form them properly for use in Teneka. Breaking off from the kiss with a nip, he licks his way down a throat, paying careful attention to the dips in a collar-bone, marring it with love-bites here and there. ]

Don't have to tear my clothes damnitt.

[ But, he does roll his shoulder, and help in getting the last shreds of the t-shirt off, anyway. Mostly because he's more interested in running his warm palms over every inch of exposed, white skin he can. Starting on either side of Shiro's throat, then slide down in one long, unbroken touch from collarbones to just below navel. Scratching blunt nails over tight skin, he teases there; dragging his fingers over the indentations of Shiro's hips, barely teasing with the tips of fingers dipping just below the waistband of the hollow's pants. ]

Job? You're not...you're s'posed to fight with me. Makes us stronger. Not supposed to see the weak parts -- be them.

[ Ichigo buries his face in the crook of Shiro's neck, snuffling behind a white ear to abuse that earlobe with hot breath, and the scrape of teeth. ]

...Want this...want you Want this so much...please, can I have you?

[holeheart]

[the Hollow snickers outloud, keeping better control of his thoughts than Ichigo does, at least for now, and makes quick work of getting the rest of the shirt off]

You can always dream up a new one.

[Shiro's tail forms behind him, almost like a reflex; reiatsu solidifying to a bony spine, then layered in striated blue muscle and skin and scales, all in an instant. He wraps the serpentine limb around one of Ichigo's arms and wrists lightly, a curious purring sound coming from his throat. The King's muteness didn't seem to affect nonverbal sounds. Meanwhile, he grinds himself against his other, his perfect fit, moving his claws up into that tangle of orange hair, already a bit sweaty in the early spring warmth]

Hnnn... ya know... ya gotta account fer the weak parts if yer gonna get stronger... Mmmm... you have to face them and command them, you know... dominate them.

[he hisses and arches his back at the heat against his ear and slides his hands all through Ichigo's hair]

You... don't have to ask. Just take it. I'll let you. [he pulls Ichigo closer, tightening the grip of his tail] Get closer, closer, close as you can, aibou. I need you.

[savior_n_black]

[ Ichigo's thoughts are effectively melting. The feel of heat radiating through his tented jeans driving him mad as Ichigo pushed, and arched his hips to grind tighter against the hollow in his lap.
But, even with the drowning sense of reason, Ichigo forced his glazed eyes open, and leaned his head back enough to get a good look at Shiro. He wanted there to be some part of his memories of this to not just be limited to fast, frenzied touches, and messy kisses. Scowling around the fierce blush, and gulped breath, he had to fight the hold of Shiro's tail around his wrist in order to get both hands on the hollow's hips. With a lurch, and the blessing of Shiro clinging to him so tightly, Ichigo did manage to lean forward enough to lay both of them out on the roof; the hollow on his back, and a groan muffled against a white chest as the heat, and friction, even through his jeans, from settling between Shiro's legs was enough to make the heat twist hot, and tight in the pit of his gut. ]

Then...doing it my way. Tell me if you don't like it, okay?

[ Because for all that he had a little bit of experience to draw on, Ichigo wanted this to feel good for Shiro, too. Apparently, he truly did make love like he fought; all or nothing, and always in fairness.
Pushing himself back just enough to think, he pointedly keeps his eyes shut, and the look of concentration on his expression soon yields a little bottle next to his single hand, still flat against the roof. Peeking one eye open, Ichigo can't help a nervous smirk - unscented, plain lotion. What? He's never seen a bottle of lube in his life. And, hopefully before Shiro can get too many comments in about it, sits back to kneel before the hollow, and hastily unzips his fly. Moving back to hover, supported on one hand over him, he Coats the other palm with the lotion. Nibbling on an ear, he encloses his hand around Shiro's growing erection, squeezing exactly as he prefers it, twisting gently around the head before stroking up and down, setting a basic rhythm. ]

...Doesn't...doesn't always have to hurt.

[holeheart]

[The hollow hisses when he's forced on to the roof, tail smushed somewhat uncomfortably under him]

What're you.... hnghh...

[what now? Was Ichigo making good on his promise to top next time? Then there's that constipated look that Ichigo always got when he was dreaming up something. Lotion, huh? Well, that would make this slightly more comfortable than the last time. The Hollow sneers] So, got a brain in that skull a yer's after all, huh? Fine.

[he helps in kicking off his pants, groaning in pleasure when Ichigo grabs his growing erection. Oh yeah. They had only done this a few times, really, but they'd already figured out just how the other liked it. Shiro kicks his legs up and wraps them around Ichigo's neck and shoulders, more for the purpose of keeping Shiro's tail from getting smashed against the roof than anything else. He leans up and licks at Ichigo's ear and chin]

C'mon then. Hrrrnnngh. Show me~ [Shiro's rumbling purr only intensifies... hopefully no one below has any inclination as to what's going on up here]

[savior_n_black]

Just h-have to have that stupid tail.

[ Snorting softly at the comment, gasping as the kiss on his ear considerably weaken his resolve to be slow. Nuzzling whatever part of white skin he can reach, skimming kisses across the rise of a jaw-line, he bucks a jean-clad groin against a bare hip, allowing the friction to take the edge off. Finger-tips curl over perineum, barely-there touches ghosting further down.
Forgetting to do anything but rock against him for a minute or so, devouring Shiro with deep-seated hunger, Ichigo turned his second hand to stroking cock while an occupied finger spread around lube before pushing in, letting him grow accustomed before crooking it in search of that nub ... Having the memory of it burned into the back of his mind, he was certain he had some idea what he was looking for.
Offering a hazy, quick smirk, he turned his head to place a wet, fiery, open-mouth kiss against the hollow's inner thigh.
Have a bite as the feel of that tail cinches tight around Ichigo's upper thigh. ]

[holeheart]

Hsssss. Don't... don't bitch. Ya know ya like it.

[he groans and arches his back in pleasure, curling and uncurling his toes. Goddamn boy, why you gotta be such a tease?

He gasps breathlessly when Ichigo finally penetrates him, finger or not, tightening his grip with both hands and tail. Jesus Frickin Christ almighty. That was good.

And so, so much better with the lotion. Shiro's cock twitches and throbs in Ichigo's hand, and the Hollow himself if hardly able to think through the haze]

K... keep goin'...!

[savior_n_black]

[ Sitting back from the hollow for a moment, it's all he can manage to shove his jeans down his thighs and stroke lotion into his cock before fitting himself into Shiro's lap, white leg curled in the crook of his elbow to keep Shiro lifted just a bit as he presses in against resistance, a silent snarl shuddering through his limbs... ]

Oh fuh-uuuck...

[ Unfortunately his experience is very limited, and none of it - none of it - prepares him for the amazing heat, and pressure. Silently mouthing a curse, his eyes squeeze shut, and hips buck, hard, to bury himself to the hilt in the fucking best sensation ever. ]

I-I'm, ah-ahn....Shiro...

[ Hips thrusting insistently once, twice, finding the right angle that allowed him to sink into Shiro without pause for thought. He bent back the other's leg, resting a damp forehead against the hollow's chest, mouth working on sounds that aren't coming out - not that he can tell what's thought, and what's sound at this point - as everything is overshadowed by the incredible wet heat, and the ever-increasing two-fold feeling of hands, and solid warmth around him, touching, clawing, tightening; everywhere. ]

[holeheart]

[That cock is much thicker than a finger, and Shiro cries out audibly when Ichigo shoves himself in. God, it felt so good. So tight, and somewhat painful, but above it all, there was just intense desire and pleasure. His mind is a-flutter with ecstasy and the pleasant pain of tightness and pressure, but he manages some thoughts through the Teneka]

Nnngh... damn... feels... so good... doesn't it? Ahh... Ai-aibou..!

[the positioning looks awkward, but in truth it's pretty natural for them. The Hollow curls his tail around Ichigo's thigh and digs his nails into his back, searching with his mouth for any of Ichigo's flesh that he can reach. The pressure on his rear is making his cock even harder, precum dripping tenuously from the end. It was agony.

Pure, wonderful agony that he never wanted to stop]

[savior_n_black]

[ Shiro is so damn lucky that Ichigo has enough stubborn, bloody determination to spare, because as soon as he felt those claws bite into his skin, it would otherwise have been over right then, and there. But, as it is, he cries out and buries himself as deeply as he can go, hovering for a few moments on the precipice before forcing himself to calm, dragging down gulps of air.

Stopping. His body trembling so badly a single drop of sweat ( or maybe even a tear? ) shivers off the bridge of his nose to splash against the dip in the hollow's collarbone. When he manages to squint open his eyes, they're lit with the same amber fire that's all Ichigo. ]

You...you're mine.

[ Pulls out close to all the way, resheathing his cock with gradual, measured intent, rocking away and beginning the process again, nudging in a circular, grinding motion with his pelvis upon each return.

Leaning in, and using a deep kiss to distract from the pleasure tingling throughout his whole body, returning the pseudo-verbal compliment. Pulling back just enough for lips to rest damply atop one another as he slowly presses Shiro's knee back, angling his hips to be able to both kiss, and find that perfect, magical spot inside that sent him writhing the last time. ]

I...I still need you...Partner

[holeheart]

[good, good. Hang in there longer, Ichigo. Hang in there. Shiro is hanging in there. But just barely. god that fucking feels so great. He looks up at Ichigo with gold lightning in his own eyes. Determined. Ready for this]

Ssshhhhsssskkk. A-am I? Shhhhrrrrrr...

[he bites down with his fangs, drawing blood and sucking it into his mouth. Delicious. He was so close he was quivering]

O... or do we.. nnngh! C'mon!

[savior_n_black]

[ Ichigo shudders, letting go of his control as a caring lover, reiatsu flaring as he drags Shiro's hands off him and against the roof, pinning crossed wrists there with one hand as his hips stutter, fucking harder, erratically, taking instead of giving. There's still a small part of Ichigo insisting he remain angled for a certain sweet spot, however, and he does so in order to relieve a bit of the guilt he feels. He doesn't get off on this - on dominating people - but he can let go and find his own release, if that's what Shiro wants. Stupid power-hungry hollow.
So warm and tight, Shiro's body seems to be a shroud of sensation that dissolves Ichigo's ability to think in an instant, burying himself with rough, muffled grunts against a shoulder, bending the hollow practically double in an attempt to get as close as skin allows. But, thankfully, Ichigo has enough presence of mind to leave his forehead resting against Shiro's shoulder, but look down enough to watch.
Watch as he wraps his fingers around Shiro's cock. Panting hotly in the hollow's ear, on the verge of losing it, himself, Ichigo has to bite his lip on an indecent moan.
Fuck, this dual-sensation thing was really amazing... ]

S'okay...you can cum...

[holeheart]

[when he has his hands pinned, he growls deep in his throat. Layered with the panting, purring sounds already coming from him, it sent his whole chest cavity to shuddering and vibrating. It was all too much. Between Ichigo actually dominating like this (somewhere, deep down, under his consciousness, Shiro liked it) and that insistent pressure on that sweet spot inside himself... god]

Nnnggghhh. I don't... I don't need you to... too.. Nnggh--Aaaagghhhhh!

[What he had WANTED to say was that he didn't need Ichigo's goddamn permission to cum. But apparently his body disagreed, and his body gave out completely now, shuddering from his head all the way down to his cock as it quivers one last time and erupts, spurting in a few blasts over his and Ichigo's stomach. Some even dribbles into his Chain of Fate hole, stinging the sensitive skin there. The dual-sensory information was overloading him; his own orgasm, magnified by Ichigo feeling it too, and Shiro feeling THAT echo as well. It was like standing between two mirrors; infinite and amazing and addictive. His body shudders and contorts one more time before he flops completely, even his tail's grip lost. Sweat is pouring off of him, every inch of him, and his hair is slicked to his forehead. Breath comes in heavy, ragged pants.

Fuck it was good.]

[savior_n_black]

[ His whole weight rested against Shiro now, bearing them both down even though his arm under a knee raised the hollow up just enough to sink impossibly deeper. Consciousness started to fragment into a number of smaller sensations; the rough scrape of the rooftop against the knees of his jeans, the heat radiating between them so intensely, it felt as if the pooling sweat on his chest was actually fusing them together, and the sharp sting of bloody claw marks striped across his back.
All of it spooling together into the hammering of his pulse, felt like a beating connection from throat, to belly, to cock.

But, there's very little he can do to hold out after being crushed in that vice-like heat. Feverish with desire and impatient to follow suit, his mouth forms around a silent cry as his bucking turns erratic, pawing thighs and hips to pull Shiro closer, kissing messily along a collar-bone until something breaks and he can't - can't stop-- ]

Shiro-!

[ Trembling, locked against his partner's bent knee with hips pulsing, Ichigo rides out his orgasm while clinging to Shiro, thoughts turning to an uncensored rush of painpleasureheatShiro. There's no words, or even the thought of words. No sounds come beyond a low keening that's felt more than heard.
But, after only one last reflexive thrust, Ichigo's trembling limbs finally give out, and he collapses on the hollow's chest. Panting, sweating, and not even sure if he was still alive, let alone conscious. ]

[holeheart]

[fuckin hell, when Ichigo came, it was like Shiro was orgasming all over again; the sensations were just so intense that it sent his body to twitching and his hips back to bucking a bit. His body, slick with sweat and cum, is stuck to his flushed twin completely.

When they are both spent, the Hollow pants, breath coming in hot bursts onto his partner's face. His tail lazily slinks around to wrap lightly, listlessly, around Ichigo's leg, moving with slow motions to just pull his pants down completely. He claws longingly at Ichigo's back, pulling him closer, pulling him in to him, the warmth of his chest tingling his hollow hole]

[savior_n_black]

[ Still catching his breath, and trying to recall how to use basic motor functions, it's all Ichigo can do to rock his hips back, and finish the motion of pulling out. He can't help the shiver that whisks through him from head to toe at the over-sensitized pleasure just from that little bit of movement alone, but beyond that? Yeah. Not moving from being practically glued to Shiro's chest.

Ichigo is starting to understand what all the fuss over this "sex" business is really about lately. For him, though, it's only about being close. Feeling warm, and strangely...safe. Shaky, and ill-coordinated, but still drawing his knees up to push under his hollow's thighs, and simply rest curled up around Shiro, with his face pressed against a white throat, Ichigo isn't thinking about all the anxiety, the worry, or the doubt that he'd pushed onto Shiro.
For just this moment, everything was...peaceful. ]

[holeheart]

[Shiro whines a little when Ichigo finally pulls out, from both minor pain and from feeling... well, empty. He'd been filled to bursting for several minutes now, with Ichigo's cock shoved tightly inside him, and now it was just... gone. It was almost disappointing. It would have been much worse if the Hollow weren't basking in his afterglow.

Shiro always knew that sex would be pretty fantastic. Otherwise why would the humans be going on and on about it all the time? It seemed like so much of their social structure focused on it. And he could see why, now. It was just wonderful. But, like Ichigo, for him it was more about being close, and returning, in a way, to being one with him again. As much as the Hollow enjoyed being his own man, so to speak, he also felt fundamentally wrong sometimes, especially when the distance between them was great. Like this? It was almost like when they were in the same body.

No, more like back when they were the same person; before this strange amalgam that was Them was Ichigo and the Hollow, back when it was just One.

The anxiety, as a matter of fact, is mostly dispelled, here on the rooftops. The Hollow was a literal drain, for everything Ichigo didn't need. Emotions like anxiety and regret and fear more easily slipped away, brushed under. The Hollow purrs audibly, transmitting his pure sense of peace through the Teneka, as he curls around Ichigo in turn; warm body to warm body]

[savior_n_black]

[ After a few minutes, or maybe a few hours ( who can tell ) Ichigo finally sighs, and shifts enough to roll off of Shiro, and onto his back. Wriggling a little, he pulls his pants back up, but doesn't yet bother buttoning them up. Instead? He lets his eyes drift closed, and imagines the feeling of a blanket - both beneath them, and laying over top. Granted, he probably should have done something like this before, and saved himself the bruised kneecaps, but eh. He couldn't dredge up the will to care right now.

The sleeping bag sized for two could have been there the whole time, and now with night coming on, it was greatly appreciated. Not just because Ichigo, and Shiro were nestled together inside like twins, but that was good, too. ]

...Let's stay here, okay? I don't wanna go in, yet.

[ Maybe even stay there all night. Maybe even make love, again ( as corny as it sounded, calling it anything else made it seem base, and somehow...not as important. At least to Ichigo. ) or just hide from everyone, and steal a few hours of peace before dawn. ]

[holeheart]

[Shiro whimpers again when Ichigo rolls off, his sweaty body missing the warmth of the other in the cool night air. But Ichigo actually thinks of something pretty clever. Fluffy sleeping bags are nice.... Shiro snuggles down into it and next to Ichigo so that very little but a shock of white hair sticking out of the top]

Nrrff... too many girls down there... stay up here... for now...

[he wraps his arm around his other, snuggling his forehead against Ichigo's collarbone and chest. It wasn't just sex. It was love. Some sort of love, anyway. Love between family, between brothers? But it was different than that, even deeper than that. Taboo and strange but so damn right for them.

Shiro is content to stay right here. He even dreams up a few of his favorite kinds of pillows; the fluffy kind... and a less fluffy one for Ichigo]

[savior_n_black]

[ It's what lies on the other side of hate. The sort of destructive, obsessive, consuming love that can destroy a lesser man. Because this isn't healthy, not by any stretch of the imagination, and somewhere inside him, Ichigo knew that.
This feeling was escalating, and while it felt good at this moment, there would come a day when it might swallow them both whole. It's taboo alright. Strange in ways that Ichigo can barely comprehend, but knows that the day everyone found out what was happening between him, and his hollow...well. It would end this blissful, visceral, experimental "love". What would happen afterwards, who can say.

Wrapping arms around white shoulders, Ichigo sighed, eyes half-closed against the comforting scent of shampoo, and that elusive something that was just plain Shiro.
It's too much, all of it. But Ichigo's whole life was too much, and maybe he needed it that way.

No surprise, then, that his first experience with "love" would be as strange as his life had become. ]

[holeheart]

[Indeed. It was something so all consuming that it might one day grow out of control and go wild with it. But of course, that's when the both of them operated best, wasn't it? They would find a way.

Or perhaps they wouldn't.

But while Shiro was surprisingly forward-thinking sometimes, tonight was not one of those nights. Maybe he did think about what would happen if anyone were to find out about them . Maybe he had given it some thought. But he didn't care. Right now was all that mattered to him. It was selfish and short-sighted, but he was sick of it, sick of having to be the one who always thought ahead. Considered consequences. That was for when he had nothing but time, and nothing to do with it but think.

Of course not. Nothing that Ichigo ever did was normal. Or right, or something that made any goddamn sense. Ichigo lost his virginity to himself, fell in love with a dark aspect of his own soul.

And that aspect fell in love back. It was all very strange.

Shiro digs his nails into Ichigo's back]