OKAY so this is kinda shitty once again. But I have some wicked writers block so I decided to finish and post it anyway. It's inspired by the song Thinking of You by Katy Perry. I recommend listening to the song whilst reading. It's angsty because it was also, like all of my other stories, inspired by my ex. SO I hope you like it, and that it doesn't suck. I LOVE YOU ALL. Nothinglefttoburn.
Disclaimer: I don't own a DAMN thing.
"You okay, Babe?" Ichigo wrapped his arms around the pale man's waist and placed a kiss, softly to his forehead. Ulquiorra, who had been
deep in thought, jumped a bit and absently brought a hand up to stroke the redhead's cheek. He searched the warm brown eyes staring at him,
filled with concern and felt a pang of guilt at his yearning for ice blue in their stead.
"I'm fine. Just thinking." He leaned back against the counter, feeling suddenly weak from the effort he put forth to keep the façade in place. He
groaned inwardly upon noticing that Ichigo was unconvinced.
"What are you thinking about?" Ulquiorra cringed at the love, the concern that was clear in the man's voice and simply shook his head in
response. Ichigo took this as a sign that he needed comforting and pulled him into an embrace. Ulquiorra struggled weakly in an attempt to
escape his hold. It was too sweet, too gentle. His skin crawled and he berated himself as his mind recalled a cold, bruising grip. He craved that
cruelty, and hated himself for it. He found himself thinking, however, that he deserved cruelty, not this. The kindness was too much to bear from
the man in front of him. The man who was getting only the wrecked pieces the one before him had left behind. Tears sprung to his eyes and
Ichigo sighed, picking him up and carrying him to their bed. Ulquiorra made no protest as Ichigo laid him down, stroking his hair and giving him
gentle kisses. "It's okay." He whispered and shushed him as though Ulquiorra was a small child rather than a man. He held him close and
Ulquiorra fought back more tears.
"I'm fine." He reiterated, "Just having a bad day." He looked up at Ichigo and took his mouth in a sweet kiss. He tasted sweet, like some unnamed fruit. A ghost of something familiar, dark and masculine trailed after it.
"Are you sure?" He took a deep breath and smiled at him reassuringly, "I'm positive."