This is me being bored in all its glory. I don't even support this pairing, it just... came to me XD IchigoxKugo, IchiKugo, FullbringShipping, you could call it XD Darker than intended, but whatever, I didn't try. Boy x Boy
Edit: Wait, maybe I do support...
ABYSS
It was all sick, really.
Kugo had no interest in this kid… He was weak compared to the rest of the Xcution, his powers still not fully developed. Unfortunately, since meeting him Ginjo could only focus on the vibrant orange hair and thoughtful methods of speaking. Amber eyes drilled into his own distant voids, a faint blush erupting across both their cheeks at the slightest touch.
Kugo hated Ichigo Kurosaki, but at the same time he couldn't get enough. They kissed when no one was around, so awkward yet so right… They pleasured each other with only raw scratches to keep them both thinking, irritating bite marks that were almost impossible to cover up overlapping previous injuries.
It was sick, most definitely. Kugo loved the taste of Ichigo's skin, but only while it lasted. The after taste was bitter, dark… like his least favorite kind of alcohol. He was so lost in those striking, luminescent eyes he would have to ask his sub-conscious for directions in order to escape, which was ironic in itself. He had never had someone touch him so perfectly before, but at the same time the touch felt… wrong. Different. Misplaced.
He loved the way Ichigo's hair was long enough to get a grip, but it was too short to get the grip he wanted. He loved the way Ichigo spoke truthfully and boldly, but he only sensed weakness and reinforced doubt. He loved the power that erupted from Ichigo's body, given his fragile and tender emotions.
It was undeniable at this point.
Kugo didn't, in fact, love this boy, he loathed him, but when Ichigo was gone Kugo felt his heart ache, his gut twist, his stomach drop. Finally, when it became too much to bear he would visit Ichigo in his room and show the boy how he was missed so barely, yet so much.
They couldn't keep this up for long, Kugo knew. Eventually they would have to part, and Kugo would have to hurt him in ways he had never imagined… He smirked at the thought of triumph, how it would feel so good to crush Ichigo beneath his foot, but he frowned at the realization of how much it would hurt to do so.
Ichigo would break like cheap glass. But for now they would enjoy—and despise—each other until it all became simply too much to bear.
It was sick, really. All of it.
