An albino sat on a blood colored bed, his golden on black eyes staring at the other laying on the bed, breathing in and out softly. The albino had his long, snow colored hair tied in a ponytail to keep it out of his face. He reached a pale white, black nailed hand to the sleeping angel in his bed, running his fingers through the soft, shoulder length sunset orange hair of his companion. He thought the white winged angel was beautiful which of course the angel was, most angels were.

The angel was dressed in only a loose, long-sleeved white gown, his hands clutching the pillow he lay on lightly as he slept. The albino gently lifted the angel from under the sheets and onto his lap. This angel would soon be his wife. He ran his fingers out of the soft hair and onto the folded wings. They were equally soft and feathery. They were a clean pure color, showing the purity and innocence of the angel.

The angel shifted slightly, but otherwise did not wake. His head was resting on the other male's shoulder now, one arm gently looping around his neck. The albino looked down at his sleeping fiancée. He wondered a bit if the demons that kidnapped the angel for him to marry used any drugs or spells or something to keep his angel asleep. He had heard this angel had a bit of a temper.

The white male cupped the angel's cheek. He wondered how innocent the angel was. He assumed the oranget was a virgin. But he wondered if the angel had ever been kissed. Maybe his sleeping beauty would wake up with a kiss. The albino grinned at that thought, leaning down and kissing his sleeping companion.

Amber eyes snapped open and the angel gasped, pushing himself out of the other's lap and breaking the kiss. He stared wide-eyed at the other on the bed.

"…Kind of surprised that worked." the albino sighed, running his hand through his hair. He made no move to grab the angel. He doubted the angel could escape, his father had guards posted everywhere.

"Where am I?" The angel demanded, glaring at him.

"My room… like it?" the albino replied, unfazed by the other's hostile-ness.

"WHY am I in YOUR room and not mine!" The oranget snapped, folding his legs to his chest.

"… Cause my father decided you are gonna be my wife… so we are supposed to share a room… so I guess technically this is your room too/" the albino explained with a grin.

"Wife?" His expression was that of horror and anger, his wings shifting in agitation.

"Yeah… if it makes you feel better I can call you my submissive husband too." the albino teased.

"Don't you dare." he growled. "My name's Ichigo anyways, so don't call me anything but!" Ichigo snapped.

"…Do you taste strawberries?" the albino asked. "Oh and I'm Shiro." he added.

Ichigo scowled at him. "Ichigo, do you or do you not taste like strawberries.. if you don't answer I will check." Shiro stated, eyes slightly darker and a smirk played across his lips.

He huffed. "I don't."

"Awww… that's too bad… I really like the taste of strawberries" Shiro pouted.

"Well too bad." Ichigo huffed, scooting away from him. Shiro quickly grabbed Ichigo and pulled him to his lap. He nuzzled his nose into the Ichigo's neck. "Well you smell nice… so that makes up for it." he purred.

Ichigo pushed himself off of Shiro's lap again. "Stop that!"

Shiro blinked. "Why? We are gonna be married soon… so we should get comfortable with each other." the albino stated. "I am not even biting or scratching or raping you… what's the problem?" he added.

"I don't want this!" He nearly yelled, still scowling. "Take me back to MY home."

"This is your home now." Shiro rolled his eyes. "Besides I didn't want this either till I saw how cute you were." he added as he ruffled Ichigo's hair.

"I am not cute!" The oranget protested as he smacked Shiro's hand away.

"…Are too… you should be happy I called you cute… demons don't normally understand that word." Shiro stated. Ichigo stared at him for a long moment. "What?" Shiro asked, tilting his head to the side.

"Your..." The oranget's eyes widened. "A demon...?"

"Yes." Shiro nodded. "I'm a demon... and you're an adorable angel!" he chirped.

"A-and I'm... where exactly?" Ichigo asked slowly.

"In my room which is in a palace which is in Hell." Shiro chirped.

"So, I'm..." The oranget's eyes were wide as he stared down at the sheets.

"In Hell… I'm Shiro, Prince of Hell, soon to be King of Hell… you get to be Queen!" Shiro chirped.

"What! No!" Ichigo gasped, his eyes snapping up to lock with molten gold.

"Why not? My dad said we got a few months to work it out… meaning few months to get ya hooked on my sin." Shiro purred.

Ichigo gawked at him. "I don't belong here, and I DEFINITELY don't belong with you!" He snapped.

Shiro pursed his lips. "Tell that to my father… he said something about time of change or something like that… I wasn't really listening when he was talking…never really do." Shiro replied.

"Take my back to MY home!" Ichigo growled, now glaring at him.

"Can't." Shiro sighed, staring at Ichigo.

"Why not?" Ichigo nearly whined, unintentionally pouting.

Shiro crossed his arms. "Well for one, there are guards everywhere around here… you are the future queen so you aren't going to be allowed to leave. For another, even we could slip out of the palace, I don't know my way to Heaven, never really left home. Finally, you have grown on me in the time you were sleeping in my bed to now and I don't feel like letting ya go." Shiro explained as he uncrossed his arms to brush his long hair out of his face.

"... You have got to be kidding me." Ichigo groaned.

"I am not." Shiro blinked. "Should I kid about it?"

"... Are, are you sure you are the Prince?" Ichigo asked, staring at him.

"Yeah… why do you ask?" the albino asked, cocking his head to the side with his glowing gold eyes staring straight at Ichigo.

The angel blushed and looked away. "No particular reason..."

"…Okay." Shiro blinked. Then he scooted forward a bit and scooped up Ichigo and onto his lap. "So shall we start bonding?" Shiro asked with a big grin.

"What? No!" The oranget exclaimed, squirming around to try and get out of his lap.

Shiro tighten his hold on the angel. "Aww why not? I am not gonna hurt ya… if I did, I would feel really guilty cause you are really cute and adorable." Shiro pouted as he nuzzled his head into Ichigo's shoulder.

"Let go!" Ichigo growled, still squirming. "No." Shiro replied. Ichigo huffed, unfurling his wings to try and break his grip. Shiro quickly turned Ichigo around so the oranget was straddling his lap with his wings away from him. Then Shiro pressed his own lips to the soft, pale pink ones of his soon to be wife.

The oranget gasped, faltering slightly as his eyes fluttered shut. Shiro took an advantage of the younger male, letting his oddly blue tongue wander into the unfamiliar cavern. The albino took note that Ichigo lied and the oranget in fact did taste like strawberries as well as chocolate.

"Mm..." Ichigo's arms slowly snuck their way around the demon's neck, his wings curling inwards and around the two of them. Shiro smiled as he continued to explore Ichigo's mouth. He let his hands lower to Ichigo's slim waist.

Ichigo's wings were pulling them together tightly, hiding them both in a curtain of soft, white feathers as they kissed. Shiro pressed closer to his adorable angel as he tried to encourage Ichigo's shy tongue to play with his, to dance with his.

Ichigo sighed into the kiss, the arms circled around Shiro's neck relaxing. Shiro grinned happily.

"My my… I thought this would take longer, but you really got the little angel under control." a voice stated, amused.

Ichigo jerked backwards, yelping in surprise as a blush painted itself onto his cheeks. His wings pulled away from Shiro, folding back onto the his back tightly.

Shiro glared at his father. "Yes dad… I was kissing him very happily till you came in." Shiro stated as he crossed his arms and huffed before pouting. The new male had slicked back brown hair with a single strand hanging down between his cold, calculating brown eyes. He was dressed in a white suit with a black shadowy robe resting on his shoulders and covering his arms. Upon his head was a black crown with a jewel that was colored like fire. He looked amused at his son's pout and the angel's blush.

"U-um..." Ichigo stuttered, slowly pulling his knees to his chest. The King of Hell turned to the oranget. "Welcome to Hell, Ichigo… I am Aizen, the King of Hell. I trust that my son, Shiro had been polite to you and I hope he explained the situation to you." the brown haired male stated.

"Define polite..." Shiro muttered.

Ichigo scowled at him despite his blush. "Take me back to heaven." He said.

"I can not do that." Aizen replied.

"And why not!" Ichigo exclaimed, "I don't belong in HELL!"

"You seemed to be enjoying it a minute ago." Aizen smirked.

His blush deepened. "I was not!" He snapped, before adding, "Now bring me back to Heaven!"

Aizen glanced at his son. "He's adorable and he tastes strawberries." Shiro grinned. Aizen raised his eyebrow and got an amused smirk.

"I think Shiro prefers you to stay here… so you shall stay with him. maybe after you are queen, Shiro will let you visit Heaven." Aizen stated.

"Since when did I say I agreed to that?" Ichigo growled.

"You don't have to agree." Aizen stated.

"I think you agreed at some point during the making-out we did." Shiro stated.

Ichigo glared over at Shiro. "Be quiet!" He hissed.

"Well it seemed like that!" Shiro pouted.

Ichigo's eyes narrowed. "All I WANT is to go back to MY home!"

"This is your home now." Aizen replied before he turned to leave. "Shiro be nice to your wife." he added before he left the room.

After a few moments of silence, Ichigo groaned, buried his face into a pillow and yelled into it. Shiro scooted over and hugged the oranget. Ichigo hugged the pillow, just wanting to curl up and cry.

This is a new RP between me and my lovely partner in crime and girlfriend ^^

We actually just finished it...and I realized (Via might have already known) we hadn't put any of it up so here you go xD

Aizen is SO King of Hell...it fits him...Shiro is such a silly prince XD

IstariaDragon speaking! ^^ I just wanted to say this because I can and would totally love it and would think of it as completely awesome. Fanart is much welcomed! I would love to see your ideals on your favorite scenes, and I'll even give you a llama for it! :D (Deviantart people will know what the hell I'm taking about. xD)

I would have to agree that would be awesome...doubt anyone would do it but it would be very awesome if you did ^^

Me: Shiro, Aizen

IS/Via: Ichigo

Please review, thanks ^^