A/N: There was an entire second page to this story, but I lost the sheet. So I just type in a quick ending to it. I wrote this from 2 of my friends. I actually wrote this back in November or December. So it's pretty crappy, but I thought I'd type it up anyways. I started with the idea of Ichi waking up with Shiro in a strange position.
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"That was...interesting," The red head shifted under the weight of his pale lover, "Why a rubber duck?"
Sleepily, the golden eyed hollow raised his head, a blurry smile across his face. He shrugged and nuzzled into Ichigo's neck. He fell a sleep with in minutes, his breath softly puffed against the soft skin. With a sigh, Ichi wrapped his arms around Shiro, closed his eyes and drifted to sleep.
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Blinking his brown eyes, he slowly roused himself from his sleep. He felt something wet on the side of his face. Lifting his arm, he reached up to touch the spot. His hand slipped into something warm and wet. Turning his head, he met golden eyes. The hollow began gnawing gently on the fingers in his mouth. Trying to sit up, Ichigo, realizing he was pinned, lowered his eyes to the white legs locked around his torso, Shiro's knees just below his chin.
"What the hell has gotten into you lately?" He tried to wriggle free, but stopped when the hollow whimpered and bit down on his ear to hold him. With a sigh, he settled into the akward, but comfortable, embrace. Shiro, releasing Ichi's ear, took up licking his neck again. Ichi could swear he was purring.
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He woke up sometime later, groggy, and Shiro nowhere to be found. The red head looked around the room before climbing out of bed. He threw on some pants and headed down stairs.
The teen lurched to a stop after walking into the kitchen. Shiro sat in one of the chairs at the table, his knees drawn up and resting on the arms, sucking on a straw in a bottle of milk, completely naked. He looked up like an oblivious kitten, looking more adorable than he should sitting naked in a kitchen.
"Shiro?" He could almost see his ears perk up, "Is there something you're not telling me?" The hollow's eyes flicked to his right, it was only for a fraction of a second, but he saw it. Ichigo crossed over to the calendar. There it was, circled in red, Happy Birthday, Ichi! How could I forget my own birthday? Shiro interrupted his thoughts, pulling him by the arm into the living room. The hollow yanked him down onto the floor and straddled him.
Ichi tried to protest, but was cut off by lips being pressed to his. Golden irises locked on to brown ones as thin hands set to work removing the jeans. With a flick of his wrist, the pants were sent flying. Shiro made his way down Ichigo's body, stopping between the slender legs. The hollow looked up though his lashes and purred before dipping his head.
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The two boys lay panting on the floor, their limbs tangled together. The red head's eyes fluttered, threatening to close. He let his head fall to the side, half-lidded eyes looked at him sleepily. Both yawned in unison. With a groan, Ichigo pushed himself into a sitting position. Before he could blink, Shiro was pushing back on to the floor.
The red headed shinigami looked up in to his hollow's eyes, "Shiro, what the hel--" His words were once again cut off by a kiss, "Forget it," Ichi pulled his lover down into another passionate kiss.
"Happy Birthday, Ichi."
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A/N: Isn't Kitty!Shiro cute?