Prologue: 6 years ago

" Nhh... Nii-san please!" Ichigo whimpered. Shiro smiled, placing wet kisses on his chest before taking anerect, pink nipple into his hot mouth. "Ahh..."

Shiro pulled back to grin down at his little brother. "Aww, you're so cute my little Ichi. I just wanna eat you up," Shiro purred.

Ichigo blushed and whined in a needy tone, "Shirooooo!"

" Haha. Ok, ok Ichi. I could never say no to you." He trailed a hand down Ichigo's stomach to massage the slight bulge in his pajama pants. Ichigo whimpered again, bucking his hips up into Shiro's hand.

Shiro knew he shouldn't be doing this. That he shouldn't want to touch his little brother this way. He knew that people wouldn't approve of it, that they would think it was disgusting and unmoral. But he couldn't help that he felt this way. Every time he looked at his adorable little brother he felt a wave of arousal.

He found ways to touch Ichigo at home and even in public, tucking Ichigo into bed every night, holding his hand when he crossed the street, sitting close enough on the couch so that their legs touched. Sometimes when Ichigo was taking a bath, Shiro would make up the excuse that he needed to go to the bathroom with him in the bath. All wet and cheeks flushed from the hot water; it was a shame that their parents wouldn't let them take baths together anymore.

Shiro only touched Ichigo this way, sexually, when they were alone with each other. Ichigo was 13 and Shiro had been touching him this way since he was 11. Two years. At first Shiro denied that he felt this attraction and had tried to avoid being alone with Ichigo. But that option had been shot to hell when Ichigo had cornered him one day in tears, saying that Shiro didn't love him anymore. Then he had proceeded to grab on to his waist, hugging him and not letting go. That had been it for Shiro.

He had given in and kissed Ichigo straight on the mouth. Ichigo had been startled at first before he started to kiss back. Probably not knowing what he was really doing.

Shiro didn't want Ichigo to feel sad and cry like that again, especially not because of him.

Eventually, the more and more they were together sexually, the more Shiro forgot that it was wrong. He didn't think of it as wrong anymore. Loving Ichigo was a part of him and he knew that nothing would ever change that...

Ichigo gasped as Shiro pulled off his pants and took his cock into his mouth. As Ichigo writhed under himin ecstasy, Shiro snaked his hand between them to stroke his own erection. He didn't even notice when the door creaked open.

" Shirosaki!"

Shiro jumped, pulling off of Ichigo's penis and threw the covers over him to hide his nakedness. " D-Dad!"

Isshin, Shiro and Ichigo's father, stood in the doorway. His expression shocked and disgusted.

" What... what the hell are you doing to your brother?!"

" Dad, I- I'm sorry! I just..." Shiro didn't get to finish as Isshin grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling him off of Ichigo's bed.

" Dad! Don't hurt Shiro!" Ichigo pleaded. Isshin just ignored him.

" You disgusting little shit! How could you do that? To your own brother no less?!" He roared.

" I-Isshin?" Their mother, Masaki asked softly as she walked into the room. "What's going on?"

" He- he was molesting Ichigo!" He growled, pointing an accusing finger at Shiro who was sprawled across the floor.

" What?"

" I came in here to see him on top of Ichigo. And Ichigo was naked!" He narrowed his eyes at Shiro, "How long?" He demanded.

" How l-long what?" Shiro stuttered.

" How long have you been doing this to him!?" When Shiro didn't answer, he picked him off the floor by the front of his shirt and shook him. "How long?"

" Two years!"

" You little fucking...!"

" Isshin! Stop it!" Masaki said, pulling him away from Shiro.

Isshin was visibly shaking in anger.

" Living room. Now!" He pushed Shiro ahead of him and out the door.

When they got to the living room, Isshin sat Shiro down on the couch and went into the kitchen. He picked up the phone and started to dial.

" Honey, what are you going to do?" Masaki asked.

" Calling Kisuke."

" Isshin..."

" He's sick, Masaki. What else are we going to do with him?"

" But he's just... he's our son..." She trailed off.

" Kisuke? Hey, it's Isshin. Yeah I'm good. Well, it's about Shiro. No. Yes. Would you...Come get him? Yes. Ok, thanks." He hung up the phone to his face his wife. "Kisuke's coming to get him. We're doing the right thing, Masaki."

" I know, it's just... I don't want to send my baby away." Her eyes filled with tears.

" I know. I know." He whispered, pulling her close.

By the time Ichigo came out of the bedroom and into the living room, it was already too late.

Kisuke was there, a tall blonde with blue eyes. He brought other people with him and they were on either side of Shiro and had put him in handcuffs. They were dressed in white lab coats.

" Mommy?" Ichigo asked.

" Sweetie! Come on let's get you back in bed." She said pulling him into the hallway. The last thing he sawwas the strange men takings Shiro out the door.

She took Ichigo back to bed and tucked him in.

" Mommy?"

" Yeah sweetie?" Masaki said, stroking his hair.

" Where are they taking Shiro?" Ichigo asked with wide eyes. "Is he coming back?"

" I-I don't know, Ichigo. Shiro's... he's not well. He's not supposed to touch you like that. It's wrong."

" Does that mean I'm sick too? Cuz I let him touch me Mommy. And it didn't feel bad; it felt good."

" No, no Ichigo. You're not sick. It wasn't your fault. Shiro should have known better. I'm sorry he's done this to you. Why didn't you tell anyone?"

" Because... it wasn't bad. Shiro wasn't hurting me or forcing me. He told me if I told, then you guys wouldn't let us be together anymore and I didn't want to stop being with him. I'm sorry Mommy. Are you mad?" Ichigo whispered.

" I'm not mad. Now go to sleep, ok? I'll see you in the morning." She kissed his forehead and turned the light off, shutting the door behind her.

Shiro sat in the back of the car with his head down, staring at the cuffs around his wrists.

They pulled the car into a long, winding road and through the gates of a huge white building. It was five stories high with rows of windows with bars covering them.

Shiro looked out the window and saw a sign out front.

It declared:

The Karakura Mental institution.

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