savior_n_black | Relationship Steps Part Deux|| ilpromenade; NSFW, ANGST, AND BOY

Relationship Steps Part Deux|| ilpromenade; NSFW, ANGST, AND BOY

[ Okay, this was getting almost surreal. Lior gone? She'd been here since the first day both her, Ichigo, Stark, and the rest of them had been. Sure lots of people had come, and gone since then, but...not Lior. She was always there with a disarming smile.
So yes. Ichigo was upset. Maybe really upset. Not that she was gone, or anything, though, because in the end, that's what they all wanted. He was pissed off because Veles implied she'd have to come back. And do it after years of being on her own.

Escape was never the issue. Being powerless was.

So, it's not too much of a surprise that Ichigo was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that even though he cut in to keep Shiro from snarling at Tavros for information, he didn't think much about how the hollow might handle this.

Seeing Shiro display...well, sorrow. Loneliness, even. It was a shock. Ichigo had seen other sides to Shiro in the time the hollow had been out, but...never an actual, visual, emotional response of this magnitude. Not to anyone!

He had to figure this out.

So, without warning, and thinking it was dumb to call each other when they weren't that far away, he got up from his desk, and went looking for said hollow. ]

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[ No, Shiro. Ichigo needs his lungs. Air is good. But, being squeezed hard enough for it to hurt a little is sort of a reassurance for Ichigo, too. No one else could do this to him - hell, next to none of his friends could even deal with his bankai alone!
Shiro was his negative, his opposite, lover, and maybe only equal. Without thinking about it, Ichigo used the handhold in Shiro's hair to drag the hollow up, and force a kiss on him. It's a little strange, but intimacy, and physicality are tangled up for such an emotional mess as Ichigo. He can't say what he wants to, he never knows how, so he shows the only way he can think of. The way Shiro taught him to do.

I'll help you. I promise. ]

[Oh. Well. Loosening up a little then. But just enough for Ichigo to be able to breathe. Any more and Shiro feels like he'd slip away. Really, Shiro was the only one who could take everything Ichigo had to give. The pain and the pleasure. Took it and took it happily, and gave it back in turn.

The fingers feel good on his scalp, his long hair falling over both of them as their lips touch and they connect. Actions speak so much louder than words. Words had finesse, and tact, but action had power. It helped that the pair of them could communicate wordlessly, of course, but their lips, quivering and warm against each other, did most of the talking.

I know you will. I trust you.

Because even when they did go home (when, not if), they would do their job. They would win. And then? Ichigo would find a way for them to be together like this again.]

[ Ichigo may not be an excellent kisser, but knows by now what Shiro likes and makes every effort to tease him, tongues wrestling through a thick groan before his own retreats, barely nipping with blunt, human teeth here and there, sinking back into another deep kiss with already sticky lips.

Parting his legs, he pulls a pair of hips into place and furls both arms, and legs around Shiro almost desperately. Here, and real, and mine, mine, mine.

The rough stone floor didn't matter. The way Ichigo's conflicting emotions bled into the storm of his reiatsu, nothing. It's as if he can feel the empty ache in that lack of a heart next to his own, but that might just be Shiro's laden breathing. Outright clinging fiercely, he keeps the kiss alive with unexpected licks, a hand running up a spine to the nape of a neck to hold a handful of Shiro's hair firmly in place for an admirably thorough, if a little messy kiss. ]

[both of them were pretty shit at it, really. They knew what the other liked, and that was about it. For each other, they didn't need to be anything but sloppy and needful, full of tongue and teeth. Shiro's teeth more easily slice into Ichigo's lips, sucking the blood and healing it back up with a quick infusion of his regenerative reiatsu. He'd gotten good at seamlessly integrating his aura, and removing it before it could give Ichigo a sick feeling.

Wrapping his arms, legs, and tail around Ichigo, he lets out a bit of a moan and breaks off the kiss to snuffle in Ichigo's hair. Love, today, more than lust. As close to love as the Hollow could get. But he learned, he learned emotions and picked up new ones. Maybe he could be capable of real love. Just maybe. After all, the Hollow didn't need a heart. He had Ichigo, and Ichigo's heart was strong enough for the pair of them.

The kiss comes back and Shiro sighs again into his other's lips, all tongue and mixed spit. Messy boy kisses that weren't pretty, but they got the job done.]

[ In a dim corner of Ichigo's mind, he knows this is all about comfort and familiarity after having been so soon raked over the emotional coals, but it's also about simply making each of them feel good, loving to touch and be touched in return. They know each other inside-out and don't have any secrets to hide, a wonderful thing in Ichigo's inexperienced estimation.

Rocking together, he loses himself in Shiro's kiss, taking it slowly and memorizing every tiny detail. Ichigo draws in Shiro's scent, feeling his taste as they kiss. This was true intimacy, and though tangled a bit with feeling warm, and hungrily aroused, sex was not the first thing Ichigo was thinking about.
Though the attempt at swallowing little whimpers at being bitten was pathetic, Ichigo was trying to be quiet.
All that really mattered, though, was touching, and being close, and giving Shiro comfort in the only form that either of them could seem to accept from the other. ]

[Wonderful? Yeah. Also refreshing. Ichigo kept secrets from everyone, his innermost feelings always hidden away from almost everyone. It had to be... well, nice to let it out every once in a while. Besides, there was no hiding anything from Shiro, and Shiro had no way to hide things from Ichigo. It was pure and it was open and that was all they needed.

Shiro thought about sex a lot, unsurprisingly. Even more often when he was with Ichigo. He was the Id, the receptacle for all that Ichigo forsook. Sex being number one among those things. But even now, here, he wasn't thinking too much about it. It was more about figuring out these emotiony things. Had he always had them, and never had use for them? Or did they just appear? If so, then where did they come from? Why?

Shiro purrs into Ichigo's lips, then parts them, humming thoughtfully.]

... This floor is cold. [he looks up into Ichigo's eyes, no longer looking as sad or hurt... but no less human than before] Can we go to the bed?

[ Have a chagrined ( and very blushy ) scowl, Shiro. ]

You could have thought of that before you pounced on me, you know.

[ He's not serious in the least, though. Just token bickering. With a sigh, and nuzzling his way behind a white ear, Ichigo wrapped his legs around Shiro's waist, and arms around shoulders.

Yes. I'd like a bed with that. ]

[Shiro just rolls his eyes] I could've, but I didn'.

[oh so that's how it's going to be huh. HE has to do all the carrying. Damn that horse metaphor, always coming back to bite him in the ass. He huffs and picks Ichigo up, which isn't too hard since Ichigo is wrapped around him like a barnacle. He plods to the bedroom cavern, claws clicking on the stone and echoing off the walls.

Plop. Dropping Ichigo on the bed rather unceremoniously]

[ You're the one that started that, Shiro. You've got no one to blame but yourself.
Still, flopping across the bed, and streeeeetching ouuut.

Even going so far as to roll onto his stomach, and steal one of those ever-present pillows. Ha-HA! See, he can tease too ( only not really because he's bad at making up these sorts of games ) ]

Why don't you have a proper bed? You've just got...I don't know, a pile.

[Nu uh. YOU'RE the one who barged in here and made with all the... emotional... stuff. Which Shiro still isn't sure he's ok with. He still doesn't know how to deal with any of it. He doesn't want to, so he'll just do what he always does; cross that bridge when he comes to it.

Then possibly burn it.

Shiro flops next to him on his stomach, tail flopping off the side of the bed. The attempt at teasing is lost on him since, lol, there's like 25 pillows here, man.]

There is a proper bed under here! Just... lots of pillows.

[he digs down through the pillows, pushing them aside. Look. See? A bed! Pillow top and all] I like ta sleep with lots of stuff around me. Like a nest.

[ Who made the horse and rider analogy Shiro? Whoooo?

...Have one of those pillows chucked at your face. ]

Is that why you keep dragging socks, and those shiny rocks Ace found into my bed?

[ You, and your hoard. Honestly. ]

[sob. it was me. v_v NEVER LIVING THAT DOWN, AM I.

Bwahd! He catches it and then hits Ichigo with it]

Tch! Maybe! I like to sleep with my stuff around! Is that too much to ask? Deal with it. At least I don't drag my bone collection into your bed, hehehe.

[he loves his shinies, ok. Shiro purrs and curls up to Ichigo]

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