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savior_n_black[ No one was home. Again. Somehow that pissed Ichigo off, in some strange way, but part of him was grateful, too. At this point, after Tatsuki, and Orihime had been out most days, Xion acting weird, and Rukia's general avoidance of him was grating on his nerves. So, it was probably for the best that no one was around.
He was irritated, still, even after getting a little bit of a workout from Madsen. She was an accomplished swordswoman, and no denying it. But, Ichigo was still stuck without a stronger partner to polish his skills against. That, too, irritated him. Hell, everything was irritating Ichigo today, and that irritated him too!
Where was Shiro? Not that I care, or anything. Only he did care. He wanted to see the pale bastard. He wanted to shout at him, shove him up against a wall, and maybe bite the stupid bastard's lip-- Stop thinking like that! You don't NEED that, damnitt. And that's just what he would want.
He was angry. He was angry Shiro had just backed down, not fought him. Angry that if it was so easy for him to just walk off and then not bother to even try to confront it for days--
That brought Ichigo up short again, and made him slam the door to his bedroom in a fit of pique. What did it matter if Shiro didn't try to crawl into bed with him? It didn't! It shouldn't. ...So why was Ichigo so pissed that the hollow was all but ignoring him?
He didn't bother checking his messages, or replying to any of his friend's equally pissy responses. After all, it wasn’t anybody’s business if he was angry. He couldn’t think of anything about him that was anyone else's business, actually, so he ignored the messages on his phone as he set it on his desk, and plopped down on the foot of his bed.
He sighed. Maybe the kitchen was the place to be right then, though he had no appetite. Usually he was hungry when he got home, so it made sense that Shiro might be watching T.V. where all the snacks were in easy reach. Right then, though, even knowing he’d probably missed dinner, the thought of eating actually made him feel a tiny bit sick. Maybe a shower, then. He was still in his bankai haroi, with Tensa Zangetsu sitting propped against the far side of his desk. Maybe he could use the bath to calm down...
Maybe he should have tried harder.
He couldn’t tell if the lump in his throat was anger again or some other orphaned emotion, but he did his best to swallow it as he stood up to get a change of clothes from his drawer, but he suddenly found he was incapable of doing anything except leaning against the wall, his head buried in the crook of his upraised arm.
Fuck.
The worst part was that he didn’t know who to blame for the fact that his insides had just been scooped out. Shiro shouldn’t have let me act like that—he should have stayed—why did I—is it really that easy for him? He was angry again, and he didn’t know where to direct it — Shiro, himself, everywhere or nowhere. And he was hot, burning up, sweaty from the fight...
Oh, who am I kidding?
He couldn’t move, because he didn’t know what he’d do if he did. Instead he stayed there, leaning against the wall until his body was shaking from the tension and the pressure, until he was sure he would collapse or yell or punch something. His hands were curling themselves into fists, his own part in the action completely involuntary.
And for someone as physically expressive of emotions as Ichigo, it's starting to take its toll. In disheveled bankai haori, he looked as if he had ran several marathons; sweaty, panting, hoarse.
I fucking miss him. The bastard.
Yet, it wasn't until that thought formed in his brain that Ichigo realized that the distant ache inside his stomach wasn't just that.
He was hard. Ridiculously hard. And had been for a while now.
...Fuck. ]
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Date: 2011-06-03 06:34 am (UTC)He hated the water, but the sound of waves and soft sand made for a pleasant place to sleep, he had to admit. More than one unwary beachgoer had likely stumbled onto a sleeping Hollow curled up in a dug out hole in the sand with his tail wrapped about him.
But why? Why was he running from the fight? He'd never done that before. Just because Ichigo had said he didn't want to fight him? Shiro wasn't sure if it would have even helped; after all, Ichigo knew all his tricks and his strengths.
But he didn't even try. What was up with that?
Dammit, aibou. Why cantcha just say what ya mean?
It seemed like the fights he DID have hadn't been enough. Curled up in the sand with his mask protecting his face from the sun, he could feel Ichigo's anxiety even from so far away.
And something else. An all too familiar, but distant, pressure in his boxers. He himself wasn't hard. But Ichigo sure was.
Maybe it was time to head back.
The Hollow stands up and shakes the sand off himself and his clothes, cursing at it. Sonido would knock off even the most stubborn grains of sand, though, and by the time he got back to the clinic, he was almost sand-free. He quietly entered through the door to the house part of the clinic and kicked off his sandals next to the other pair]
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Date: 2011-06-03 06:41 am (UTC)Hoarse, flushed, and reiatsu swirling in a black squall, Ichigo grabbed the hollow almost as soon as he was inside, and started dragging Shiro towards his room. Which, actually kind of hurt. Fuck these stupid teenage hormones, and fuck trying to walk normally with a raging hard-on. ]
Get in here. Now.
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Date: 2011-06-03 06:49 am (UTC)... Of course, Shiro was not expecting to be dragged to the bedroom quite THAT quickly. Shiro flushes, both from surprise and exasperation]
Oi!! What the fuck do ya think yer doin', jackass?! Lemme go before I kick you in the nuts! [The Hollow snarls, showing fangs and black-blue gums, struggling until he manages to get free] I am fully capable of WALKIN' ya know. You're sure in a hurry.
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Date: 2011-06-03 07:00 am (UTC)[ That's pretty much growled at the hollow, but Ichigo does turn around long enough to let Shiro see his eyes; the wild, half-crazy, half-desperate look in them that was nearly overshadowed by unfocused desire.
Stepping in, he grabs two handfuls of Shiro's shirt, and all but slams him up against the wall, pressing up against the hollow with a snarl. ]
Where were you.
[ Not waiting for the answer, since Ichigo wasn't really asking about Shiro's location anyway, he forces a kiss on him, shuddering with relief as his body rolls, strained and needful.
You're the one that started this dance, Shiro, and now Ichigo was making it perfectly clear that this - whatever it is - is not going to be only on your terms. ]
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Date: 2011-06-03 07:07 am (UTC)I was-- mmmrmrmrffff!! [The pale twin goes with it for a moment before breaking it off by biting Ichigo sharply on the lip] Cut it the fuck out! [he even has a foot posed to gutkick him. Shiro isn't sure if want!!]
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Date: 2011-06-03 07:45 am (UTC)But Shiro was honestly pulling away, looking as though he might just punch Ichigo any second. Ichigo blinked, then bowed his head.
Looking down, and letting orange spikes cover his eyes, he let out a shaky sigh...and just leaned his full bodyweight against Shiro's chest, forehead resting on a shoulder. He wasn't forcing anymore kisses onto Shiro, but he didn't quite have it in him to back off, either.
He was fast becoming embarrassed, too. That anger burning an aching hole in his chest was still there, sure, but Ichigo could at least think a little bit around it. He let himself rest against the hollow, slowly releasing his grip on Shiro's t-shirt to lay his palms flat against the wall behind him; arms still caging Shiro in.
Shaking just a little, his voice was thin, hoarse...so tired. ]
...Where were you?
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Date: 2011-06-04 12:15 am (UTC)He doesn't really protest when Ichigo leans against him, though, cause at least it isn't rough (not that he minds roughness, it just took him waaay off guard).
Shiro just lets him do that, not fighting back any more, and even sliding his hands around Ichigo's waist. He huffs, breath hot in Ichigo's ear]
I gave you space, like you said you wanted. It was what you wanted, right? [If course it wasn't. Shiro knew that now. So instead of letting Ichigo answer, Shiro plants a soft, but intense, kiss on that injured lip; a sort of apology for biting him earlier. Cornered animals and all that]
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Date: 2011-06-04 06:24 am (UTC)Ichigo didn't have a good answer for that, because that anger was still clouding his mind so much, he couldn't make sense of anything.
He moved in and paused before kissing Shiro and sliding his tongue in next to wet, blue warmth. Ichigo could still feel it in his kiss, that he was hesitant. Growing desperate, he did what he hoped Shiro would be unable to resist. It was Ichigo's action first - his teasing, seducing - but Ichigo did everything he could to make myself seem submissive. Leaning back slightly, he arched his chest up towards the hollow's. He made his lips firm, and demanding, then soft and giving.
Come on...
Panting, Ichigo broke the messy kissing with a needy groan, hands scrambling up Shiro's back to grab hold, and press himself full length up against his hollow. ]
You can have me...if you want...
[ Ichigo wanted that beautiful, infuriating bastard stretched out under him. And though he would never admit to any of those heated, indecent sounds once his reason had taken hold, again, he was getting desperate to feel Shiro inside him...]
Just...Just fucking touch me!
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Date: 2011-06-04 06:41 am (UTC)Either way, now the the Hollow felt he had a modicum of control in the situation, he was much more comfortable, sliding into an easy grin and lacing his fingers up and under Ichigo's shirt.]
Shhh... ya want it that bad, huh? [Well, he couldn't leave him hanging, could he? Not with how Ichigo was practically begging. So with a lightning fast move, the Hollow takes control again, forcing Ichigo back, away from the wall and towards the bed. Shiro wasn't interested in vertical sex today; he liked it when he could pass out on a soft bed afterwards. And their new bunkbeds, with Ichigo's full bunk below sticking out, would serve just fine. Shiro's hand wanders as he distracts Ichigo with his tongue and teeth, lips and breath. A hand moves southward, gripping Ichigo's erection and more or less using it to steer him towards the bed]
Is that what you wanted?
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Date: 2011-06-04 07:16 am (UTC)Fuck, what do you think-- Hnnh nng!
[ Shuddering, he ground his hips back, finding an indent and sticking with it, Ichigo hitched his knees onto either side of pale hips. Bending down to tear off another harsh kiss from Shiro's lips, his tongue snaking urgently into the hot cavern of a mouth. He wanted Shiro to feel just as hard as he did, nipping a shoulder, already bucking, and soon both hands attacking the hollow's fly long enough to get it open -- but then abandoning it in favor of pulling at Shiro's t-shirt. ]
Just-- just don't stop!
[ The demand all came out in a rush. Desperately worked up, and wanting, wanting...
Just do it! Just hold onto me, let me feel you, let me strip yuou down, and feel you touch me, hurt me, fuck me until I can't stand it, and I'm--!
Gasping through another messy kiss, calloused palms slid up Shiro's stomach, spreading his fingers as far as he could to touch as much of that warm, white skin as he could. A rough grind of hips against his hollow made Ichigo moan, unbearably worked up. A rough grind of hips likely let Shiro feel the burn of anger-fueled desire, even through rumpled, half-stripped hakama.
Enjoy it, Shiro, because he will deny ever behaving so wanton to his very last breath. ]
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Date: 2011-06-04 10:07 pm (UTC)In such a hurry-! [Shiro teased, but helped in removing his shirt and pulling down his pants. His erection isn't all there, yet, but you're doing a fine job, Ichigo. Just a few more minutes of this rough love.
He chuckles again. That infuriating, childish laughter.] As you wish, King.
[and with that, Shiro bumped it up to 11. His tail wraps around one of Ichigo's legs, tightly, and his hands grip Ichigo's shoulders. His claws pop out from under his nails with a sickening pop and small spurts of blue ichor and dig into Ichigo's skin, inky azure blood mixing with bright red. Then he flips them in one rough motion, putting the Hollow on top and the orange-headed reaper below.
Shiro makes his way down with mouth and claws, leaving slashes, bites and hickies. He splays the bankai coat, ripping it cleanly (it would fix itself, after all) and working his way down to the hakama. Flinging the tie aside, he pulls them down with his sharp teeth]
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Date: 2011-06-05 04:57 pm (UTC)Shiro's claws were cutting his skin, and the now-familiar weight of a white, coiled, tale cinched around his upper thigh made him gasp partly with relief, partly in anguish, as he threaded a hand through Shiro's hair, legs spreading as thighs tensed. Half the time Ichigo was sure the hollow had no idea what he was doing to Ichigo's nerves, but they'd both be damned if Ichigo would ever admit as much.
To show his appreciation, he massaged a scalp, but when claws sliced his skin, a needy, desperate cry escaped him before he could stop it or try to control it, tossing his head back against the pillow.
Glazed eyes blink open again, so that Ichigo could look down the length of his own chest, and see the prowling bastard's smug smile.]
W-Watch where you put - Nnh! Th-those teeth.
[ To his credit, Ichigo did try to martial the will for turning a scowl on the hollow, but it melts into hissing, hips canted up, and eyes squeezed shut as his body quivered in anticipation.
At least he had the good sense left to let go of Shiro's hair in favor of grabbing two white-knuckled handfuls of the sheet under him. ]
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Date: 2011-06-05 08:12 pm (UTC)But they were both wiser now, weren't they. They were two equal parts of the same whole. There was no king and no horse, just two warriors. And this afternoon, it was two lovers.
Warrior lovers, maybe, considering the violence of it all.
Maybe the Hollow was aware, and maybe not, but he knew that certain things he did got certain reactions. And for Ichigo? It was all about touch. Being as close, as much skin on skin as possible. The white twin purrs at the fingers in his hair, the hotness of the other body. So fucking good.... ]
Don't you trust me?
[And with a powerful tug, off come the pants and those goofy undergarments, revealing Ichigo's oh-so-very erect penis. Time to play a little, before he gets down to business.
Long blue tongue coils around the tip, razor-edged teeth so deathly close with their dangerous tickle. He wants to hear that squeal again, Ichigo. Those sounds, those yelps, those are what get him rock hard]
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Date: 2011-06-06 12:23 am (UTC)[ That blue tongue flicked against him, and Ichigo curled his toes into the bedspread, hips bucking once in sensual shock. Closing his eyes, Ichigo let his head thump back onto the pillow, and had to clap one hand over his mouth to keep an embarrassingly loud moan at bay.]
Bas - tard ah...W-when'd you get so patient?!
[ The head of Ichigo’s cock bumped against a white chin, leaving a small wet streak along his jaw line as he turned to mouth it. The muscles in Ichigo's stomach shivered visibly, as Shiro carefully traces him, and a small, strangled, animal noise makes it past clenched teeth.
But from where Shiro was sitting, there was just no hiding how much the element of danger in those sharp teeth was turning Ichigo on. ]
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Date: 2011-06-06 01:29 am (UTC)[oh yes, this was good. This was just what Shiro needed to get ready, to get aroused. He could feel the heat welling up in his boxer shorts, steadily. Shiro continued running his sharp fangs along the length of Ichigo's penis, tempting and teasing him with them, before moving back up a little and kissing his abs and nipples and leaving red marks in his wake.
Just a little something more...
He moved higher and higher until his fangs were at the intersection of Ichigo's neck and shoulder, and he bites down on the flesh there, drawing blood.
Oh, that was it. The Hollow lets out an animalistic moan of pleasure as he sucks the small wound, blood leaking into his mouth. He grinds his still covered privates into Ichigo's hips.
Guh, where was that damned lotion?!]
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Date: 2011-06-06 02:39 am (UTC)Oh. Oh that fucker.
He grunted under the sting of teeth biting deep into his shoulder, hands automatically grabbing onto the hollow's shirt. Shiro's tail was still wrapped around his thigh, but Ichigo tensed, then reached a hand down to pull at it until it loosened, just enough, for him to push at the heavy coils, teasing Shiro into grabbing his wrist, instead.
Taking a deep breath, he hitched his legs around a waist and threw his weight to the side, fully intending on riding his way into the bastard's memory forever, palms flat against a pair of shoulders. ]
Shut up.
[ Slipping his hands underneath Shiro’s t-shirt, gripping his sides briefly before sliding his hands up over every inch of skin he could reach. His thumb brushed over a nipple, then blunt fingernails dug in one good time before those same hands attacked the hollow's pants. He didn't even bother pulling them off, just leaning in to nip a small cut into Shiro's lips to keep him where Ichigo wanted him, and yanking both pants, and underwear down white thighs to bare just enough of bluish-blushed hips to view.
Apparently teasing has quite an effect on Ichigo, and though he would feel embarrassed by this behavior when he could think, again, Ichigo was too focused on the task at hand to let himself falter.
It's also lucky that little bottle of lotion was hidden under Ichigo's pillow, because while one palm stroked Shiro, Ichigo managed to blindly paw around until he removed said bottle, and thumbed the cap.
He squeezed some over his fingers, maybe more than he needed but too much never really hurt, then slowly reached behind himself to drag one, then two of them over his entrance. Dropping the bottle again, Ichigo was blushing furiously as he pushed himself up enough to kneel, braced over Shiro's lap, and tried to glare to cover his embarrassment. He was angry, too. But he was also determined to show his hollow that Shiro wasn't the only one who could turn fury into lust in the blink of an eye.
He braced himself on his knees, raising the wrist with Shiro's tail curled around it to his mouth. Closing his eyes, and steeling his resolve, he bit down teasingly on that tail, while his other hand pushed gently, then a little harder, and shit, he was officially finger fucking himself in front of Shiro.
He was embarrassed, furious, and agonizingly hard all at the same time. Ichigo isn't an exhibitionist, not by a long shot. But this wasn't about being watched. It was about control. And after feeling completely out of control over everything from his captivity, to his friends, to Shiro trying to tease, and top him? Ichigo was already half-crazed.
One more bite for that tail, and Ichigo fell forward to catch himself on his free hand. Shuddering on a groan, he moved his slicked hand away from his entrance and fearlessly reached down between them lightly, teasingly, stroke more lotion into Shiro's cock. ]
Now, who's...who's squirming.
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Date: 2011-06-06 04:08 am (UTC)The Hollow lets out a bit of a yelp when Ichigo commandeers the situation, then growls in response. Dammit! Was this a fight now? Fine. It was a fight HE would win.]
Make me. [he hissed out harshly.
Oh. There that lotion was. Under the pillow, really? He'd remember that next time. The Hollow stops struggling for a moment to watch what Ichigo is doing.
Fingering himself. Biting Shiro's tail? The Hollow was in a flurry of both indignant rage and lust and love, all rolled up into one emotional package. And he was squirming. Squirming with desire and need as his cocked twitched at the show. Good fucking lord, Ichigo.]
Hnnnrgh... j-just for... now! [he lets out a loud growl and flips them again, this time pulling Ichigo's legs up and over his shoulders into place, giving him easy access to that slick hole. Taking more lotion and rubbing it on his cock as he kisses his partner fervently, mouth and chin and cheeks. Spreading Ichigo's cheeks just a bit more with his fingers, he jams his cock right in.
Be careful what you wish for, man]
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Date: 2011-06-06 05:43 am (UTC)[ If he could have gotten over the way it felt to be penetrated, head tipping back as his body writhed underneath Shiro, burning with a deep pink blush, he might have told him to shut up unless he wanted a fresh set of bruises.
As it was, Ichigo focused on lifting his legs around his lover a little higher to help the slide, spine arching as he was split open.
It wasn't comfortable, but he managed to pant through clenched teeth, and try to lift his hips to meet Shiro all the same. ]
F-Fuck...you, Hnnh!
[ Furious amber eyes narrowed to slits, but dilated so heavily he looked almost blind. Blind with rage, or pleasure; love, or hate. There's no differences like this. It's all just feeling, and for once Ichigo was grateful for that.
Curling his fists hard into the sheets, he uses the leverage to meet Shiro again, and again, thighs trembling, spine snapping concave as he bucked and writhed, groans spilling accidentally, his reiatsu keen, and stinging as it poured off of him like a blackened furnace. ]
You're mine, fuck, aaaah~ ah! Shiro, more ...
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Date: 2011-06-06 06:03 am (UTC)Hnnrggh... no... n-no. Fuck YOU! [he hissed out a laugh that quickly turned into a moan of pleasure as he angled for that sweet spot just a few inches in.
It was just feeling. Such an overload that nothing made any sense, and there was no line drawn between pain and pleasure, rage and love.
But none of that reiatsu ever got too far away from Shiro. As soon as it spilled out, it flowed into Shiro like water down a drain, right into his Chain of Fate hole, giving him an extra spring in his step. He magnified it, amplified it, and the reiatsu anyone else in the house would feel would be a perfect melding of Hollow and Shinigami]
D-dammit!!
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Date: 2011-06-06 07:23 am (UTC)He had never been so furious before, so desperate to get off. The anger was becoming mixed with lust, though. Now that rage wasn't poison searing his guts, it was a purging fire. The pain of being fucked into his own mattress completely overshadowed by that blessed relief of the cleansing flame.
He kept grasping for something solid to hold onto, hands so uncoordinated that he finally managed to wrap his fingers around the tip of Shiro's tail again. A muffled noise between a moan and a whimper is smothered against the appendage coiling it's way from Ichigo's palm, nearly to touching his elbow.
Writhing, and tossing his head back, and forth against the pillow, Ichigo arched his back hard, and keened when Shiro found the exact right angle. Ichigo's free hand scrabbled across the sheet to reach up, and grab a white outer thigh, desperately, the corners of his eyes beading with moisture. So stubborn, but so desperate. ]
Shiro, oh f-fuck, you, I...Hn, Shiro, Shiro, Shiro-!
[ His voice is a raspy whisper, quavering just like his nerves as he chanted the nickname like a prayer. He wasn't thinking logically of what he didn't want to say - acting on impulse as he did in most other things - making noises he certainly wasn't going to own up to once they were finished.
But pulling away from clinging to a white thigh, he reaches down to wrap fingers around his own neglected erection. It only took two pumps to set him off. Neck arching back, a long, loud yell heralded Ichigo's orgasm, as he spilled himself all over his own stomach; vision gone white, and every muscle in his body clenching, and holding, Ichigo thought he might have just died. ]
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Date: 2011-06-06 11:12 pm (UTC)The Hollow read Ichigo's body's reactions like a book, the way he squirmed, the way he yelped. He knew they were both close, and hitting that sweet spot was just the thing. Shiro's dick throbbed hard inside of Ichigo, causing Shiro to lose rhythm for a split second as he tried to get a hold of himself. That had been too close, and it would have been far, far too soon.
That tail uncurled completely and thrashed wildly behind Shiro. Fuck, those noises! That squirming! It was so fucking hot.
Simultaneous orgasm in normal partners was fairly rare. But with partners like these, connected as they were, heart and soul? The echoes of Ichigo's orgasm, that beautiful sweet release, was enough to set the Hollow over the edge. He came, and he came hard, spurts of himself coming out around the edges as his body contorted and he let out a howl]
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Date: 2011-06-07 01:14 am (UTC)Ichigo's lungs were burning with his constant desperate breaths and his mind was spinning from lack of oxygen. His lips were bruised and pink and there was even a tiny laceration on the edge; blood slid down his mouth but he swept it up with his tongue before it could get very far. His thighs were numb, and his arms felt like they were on fire due to how much he had been flexing them. Ichigo tried to steady his breathing, but his sweaty cheek was pressed deep into his pillow and he found that he was not only gasping, but also trembling.
Ichigo tried to adjust himself, to move up on the bed, if only because having his legs folded up against his chest like this wasn't that comfortable for long. But, with liquified muscle, bone, and brain he wasn't doing much more than fitful squirming.
Managing, eventually, to try stretching his legs out beneath the heavy body on top of him. Something in the vicinity of his groin popped loudly, causing him to mumble an unintelligible noise of discomfort.
He knew he was frowning. He couldn’t even really close his mouth. He could barely keep his eyes open, barely keep them focused on the hollow on top of him. It took quite a while, but he did manage to unfold enough to rest more comfortably under Shiro.
...But as awesome as that had been, there was a creeping sense of chilly guilt sneaking it's way into the post-coital haze. He shouldn't have done that. He should have had more restraint. Some part of him wanted to say he was sorry, but it would taste too much like a lie. Ichigo wasn't sorry for the sex, at least. That part was genuine, and wonderful...it was the reasons behind it. And his behavior. ]
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Date: 2011-06-07 02:10 am (UTC)But he was a bit more with it than Ichigo was and eventually he does pull out, if only so Ichigo and put his legs down and so Shiro can lay cleanly on top of him, head tucked in to his other's shoulder. Eventually they were both comfortable on top of eachother, although emptied.
If Shiro notices something is the matter, he doesn't say anything. Sure, it had been... strange, that Ichigo had been so insistent... but he had needs, right? He was just super needful today.]
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Date: 2011-06-07 02:17 am (UTC)"... Sorry I made you do that. Should have had more restraint."
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Date: 2011-06-07 02:49 am (UTC)[the Hollow moans and wraps his tail around Ichigo's leg, snuggling in, all sweat and lust and love]
If I hadn't wanted it, I would have left, idiot.
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Date: 2011-06-07 03:41 am (UTC)Ew. Gonna have to wash the sheets again, too.
[ Yes, let's focus on that. Focus on anything else. Like raising a hand that's a little less shaky to gingerly prod at the bite wound on his shoulder. ]
Damnitt, how am I going to explain this?
[ Keeping his face turned away from Shiro, he's looking at the sight blood left on his fingers with a frown creeping back onto his expression like a wounded puppy. He'd used Shiro. He'd used the hollow to feel better, and while it was fun, and enjoyable for both, Ichigo still couldn't shake the feeling that he had done something very wrong/ His intentions hadn't been good, and the last thing he thought he could deal with was cheapening what they'd just done. ]
...You didn't want to, though. Not at first. You just went along with it bec--
[ Ichigo cut himself short with pursed lips, before he ended up saying something stupid like "Because I needed it."
He hated this feeling. Hated feeling so lonely...feeling afraid of needing someone else. ]
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Date: 2011-06-07 03:58 am (UTC)Laundry is easy. This is why we have extra sheets, dumbass. [he frowns, looking at the wound] I can fix it, if you want.
[he could tell Ichigo was conflicted. He sat up, sitting next to Ichigo instead of on top of him, eyebrows furrowed.
Then punched him (albeit lightly) on the uninjured shoulder]
Shut up. I "went along with it" because I wanted to fuck you, it just took me a minute to get in the mood.
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Date: 2011-06-07 05:27 am (UTC)...Is that why you've been hiding out? You're "not in the mood"?
[ Now, he finally does raise his eyes to look at the hollow with a mild frown. The guy has some serious issues with intimacy, so it's no wonder his own ideas about himself, and whatever the hell this was - his relationship with Shiro, and Shiro's behavior towards him - which were a bit skewed. And the question was blunt, maybe even a little hurt sounding? hard to tell with Ichigo; he did his best to hide any emotion that might tip other people off to the fact he cared about them enough that he needed them a lot more than they might need him. ]
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Date: 2011-06-07 05:33 am (UTC)... I just want to do what you need me to do for you, Ichigo. That's what makes me happy, you know. [MOMENT RUINED]
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Date: 2011-06-07 06:04 am (UTC)Nestled together, again, with lines, and curves identically matched, Ichigo hid his face in Shiro's shoulder. ]
...Why?
[ Why would you do that? You hated me, you said so yourself! And how can you know what I need, because I sure as hell don't... ]
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Date: 2011-06-07 06:14 am (UTC)Because... I want you to be strong. When you're happy, so am I. [he nuzzles in deeper, pulling himself closer. Once, he had hated Ichigo, with every fiber of his being. But those feelings had polarized, switched, and had been replaced. No he couldn't imagine life without him. He didn't remember when the switch happened. And the scariest part was, he didn't care. This was nicer. There was no reason to hate Ichigo.
Every reason in the world to be frustrated, angry, rageful... but these were different from hate.]
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Date: 2011-06-07 06:36 am (UTC)But, Shiro could handle every twisted corner of Ichigo's mind, couldn't he? Somehow, that made this alright, and what's more; the hollow had even started displaying something akin to affection recently. Ichigo may not be that traditional of a guy, but whether he admitted to it, or not, deep down he was a romantic at heart.
It felt really nice to be held, too. Held, and touched, and the musky warmth of the hollow filling his nose was all becoming a very comforting combination for Ichigo. Warm, and content, Ichigo stayed where he was, but mumbled into Shiro's throat; ]
...I don't want you to hide, anymore.
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Date: 2011-06-07 07:15 am (UTC)For such a brave boy, Ichigo had more self esteem issues than most. Issues that made him feel like he was a burden, to everyone, but especially in a relationship. But this was Shiro's job, one of the things he arose to do. But also something he chose, because no one else could. And hey, even the tough monster had to admit.
Sometimes romanticism was nice. It was nice to just hold the other, to feel his heart beat and hear him breathe. It wasn't like being part of him again, but it was similar.
And better. Shiro didn't want to go back inside again, any more.]
Hrf... even if you tell me to go away...? [Half joking, half serious.]
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Date: 2011-06-08 03:17 am (UTC)I didn't tell you to hide earlier. And I wouldn't tell you to hide at all.
[ Without any other warning he pushes up and crushes their mouths together, wrapping his arms around Shiro's neck. Then he leans back on the mattress so that Shiro is tumbling down on top of him. He smiles victoriously, then his tongue is against those lips again; not pushing in but licking the swollen flesh, teasing at the seam. It feels wonderful, but only when Shiro parts his lips does he slide his tongue past sharp teeth, till it teases the hollow's warm, blue tongue too.
Gradually, and reluctantly, he did pull away enough to speak, but stayed close enough that when he canted his head just slightly to the side, his lips were brushing Shiro's cheek when he spoke; ]
Besides, you only listen to me when you feel like it.
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Date: 2011-06-08 03:31 am (UTC)But you did say it was something you wanted to figure out on your own... that you didn't want to fight me... [the grin fades into a bit of a guilty look] But I guess I could have at least stuck around. [their skin is close, close enough for Shiro's hair to tickle at Ichigo's face] Heh. It's true, isn't it. [he just smiles knowingly and wraps his arms around Ichigo closer, content to lie next to him, even if the sheets are gross]