There was something distinctly wrong with this picture. For one he was sitting in a tiny plastic table in his sisters' room that was adorned with tea cups and pastry trays. For two, he was wearing one of his sister's dresses, lips gloss and all (why he fit in the dress, who knew. Wasn't his fault his curves were more womanly than manly). And for third, he was surrounded by teddy bears.

They kept staring at him, and it was creepy.

When he had agreed to having a tea party with Yuzu on his one and only holiday, he hadn't been expecting this. He'd been expecting... well he didn't know what he'd been expecting, but it certainly hadn't been this.

Kon was missing from all of this action, probably because he'd hidden himself with Rukia as soon as he'd gotten wind of it. Yuzu was down stairs, whipping up another batch of pudding. Ichigo tugged uncomfortably at the big bow around his waist, picking at the lance trimming.

"I didn' think pink would be yer color bu'... ya look ....tasty in tha' dress, king." Shiro whispered along his ear, his breath tickling sensitive flesh. He nipped at the lobe waiting just under his lips. Ichigo tore away, horror in his eyes. One hand was held over his offended ear, as though protecting it.

"What are you doing here?! How did you even get out!? And leave those cupcakes alone!" Shiro devoured one, it's blue icing still at the corners of his mouth. He smirked. "I'm not going to take those stupid smiles as an answer!" Ichigo's finger whipped forward accusingly. It caught on a chipped teacup, slitting it open.

Ichigo let out a yelp, hissing at the pain that emitted from his finger. Shiro's eyes nearly gleamed with glee. One arm wrapped around the strawberry's slim shoulders, the other took the injured finger gently. "There ,there king. Let me fix that for you." he took the finger into his mouth, blue tongue swirling along the opening. It was slit pretty deep. Shiro groaned at the taste of blood and cupcakes on his tongue.

"Shi-Shiro... what're you..?"Ichigo sat helplessly in his hollow's arms as his finger was sucked relentlessly, caressing in ways he didn't know tongues could caress. His finger was abandoned in favor of his slightly parted lips. Ichigo let himself sink into the kiss, the taste of his own blood mingling withe Shiro's sweet flavor. His arms wrapped around Shiro's neck.

All too soon, Shiro pulled away, leaving Ichigo breathless. He smirked at Ichigo's confused look. He slowly started to disappear, fading back into Ichigo's inner world. "To tell ya th' truth, I like ya better in red." he stole another cup cake and then he was gone.

Shiro returned to the inner world, watching as Ichigo was mildly questioned for his daze with a smirk. He bit into his cupcake, licking his lips to savour every last crumb. One day he'd do the same thing with Ichigo.

OWARI

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