"Dammit!" The hollow snarled and threw a shot glass across the room. He was too edgy from sleep and he knew why...because of King...and his father. He had finally gotten over the fact that he couldn't have Ichi, but for some reason the image of Isshin wouldn't leave his mind.
He kept asking himself, what was so great about the older man, what made Isshin so interesting to himself. But he couldn't every answer the question. And that made him feel weak.
The glass bounced off the wall and rolled across the carpet floor. Swearing again he grabbed a jacket and stormed from his place, slamming the door behind him.
He needed to do something about it. He didn't want to feel like he needed to see Isshin all the time. He hated such feelings that went against his very nature as a hollow.
Once outside he paused, breathing in the cool night air with it's heavy scent of the nearby cherry blossoms, the sounds of a fight and a visible light in one the houses across the street. He couldn't stand this place.
He started to run, heat and need swept through his pale body with every step he took closer to the clinic. He moved around the side of the building and quietly entered, acting on impulse now, refusing to give thought to his actions.
He smirked when the bedroom door was locked. Reaching into his jacket he pulled out a pin and inserted into the door's lock. He twisted it about and within seconds the lock's tumblers fell into place and, as Shirosaki slowly turned the doorknob again, it opened.
He pushed the door close behind him and stepped into the badly light room.
The glow of a small lamp left the bedroom in a soft shadow rather then inky darkness. He quickly looked over to the bed that seemed to dominate the room. It was empty.
"Fuck…"
He started, surprised not having given a thought to what he would do if the older man wasn't there, sleeping. Suddenly he glared at the empty bed, feeling a rush of anger inside him. That son of a bitch.
He was just about to reach for the doorknob to leave when a faint rustling sound caught his attention.
Isshin.
The older man stood by the window, his rough hands by his sides. "You shock me Shiro...I didn't know you were able to control yourself...to unlock my door without breaking it...that doesn't seem like you...hollow..."
He growled softly. "It's not what ya think."
"Yes it is what I think. I don't want you Shiro."
"I don't want ya either.." The hollow remarked. "Isshin."
The sound of Isshin's name on Shirosaki's lips was like a taunting whisper of seduction, a beguiling caress that fanned Isshin's growing hard on.
"I don't love you..."
"I know..." Shirosaki whispered and stepped closer to the taller man. "I don't need ya to love me..."
"Then what do you need from me?"
"Ya to stop talking and just fuck me." He growled and kissed Isshin roughly, robbing Isshin of his breath.
Arms wrapped around the hollow's waist as Isshin's breath become Shirosaki's, the warmth of his body heating the hollow's. Logic, rational, common sense told Isshin that this was a bad idea, that he shouldn't be responding to the hollow when he had just gotten over the fact that he couldn't be with the man he loved. But he slowly returned the kiss, slipping his tongue between Shirosaki's lips, into his mouth, twisting the blue tongue around his own seeking one.
"I want ya...inside me, fucking me, making me cry out...Isshin..." The hollow breathed against the other man's lips, the torment of his growing need for the older man turning his voice ragged.
Isshin growled as Shirosaki cling to him, his arms wrapping around his neck and Shirosaki knew what he was about to do would leave a permanent scar, hidden and visible above his heart. But who gave a fuck? He was a fucking hollow. He could deal with this shit.
Growling again, Isshin ripped the hollow's clothes off, stripping him bare. Flushing slightly, Shirosaki pulled away but was quickly stopped by Isshin's hands.
"No.." He said quietly and gently lifted both of the hollow's hands to his lips. He kissed each one, his gaze never leaving the other's golden ones.
Shirosaki was far sexier then Isshin could ever had imagined. His skin was the soft and white like a magnolia blossom, touched by just a hint of honeyed goldness and damn…that ass was too good to be true.
He leaned forward and was about to kiss the slightly shorter man when Shirosaki stopped him.
"Nah…"
Isshin glanced at Shirosaki's eyes, uncertainty in his eyes.
Shiro grinned. "Now it's my turn~" He slipped his pale hands beneath Isshin's jacket, pushing it off his shoulders and felt the corded muscles underneath, ripping his shirt off.
"Fuck…" Shirosaki moaned softly as he stared at the man's naked body. "Remind me again to come visit ya…"
"You're going to kill me Shiro…." Isshin remarked against the hollow's temple, his voice ragged with the emotion cutting into him
"Heh, maybe." Seconds later and on the bed, Isshin had dragged Shiro back into his arms, his kisses more demanding, more savage then the hollow himself. Shirosaki couldn't help, but love that. The ex-Captain's hands roamed down his naked body, burning his flesh wherever they touched, searing him with need and leaving them both in no doubt.
They needed each other.
"Isshin…" Shirosaki sighed the seme's name causing the man above him to lose it. With a quick thrust, he was buried balls deep into the uke, making them both moan, Shirosaki in pain and pleasure and Isshin, for the tight ass clenching around his cock.
"Fuck.."
Shirosaki felt as their bodies moved together and each caress on his skin. He loved it. Feeling the man on top of him fuck him, hitting his sweet spot dead on. Isshin thrust ruthlessly, caressed with demand and kissed with ruthless conquest. It was just too much for the hollow to handle.
"Isshin!" He arched his back, crying out and trembled within the throes of climax, clutching to the seme, holding him, screaming out his name.
"Ichigo!"
Shirosaki froze and stared as Isshin closed his eyes and shuddered, cumming hard inside him.
He knew King's father didn't love him…but still! Why did he have to call out the name of the one he hated the most!?
Rolling over onto his side, Isshin pulled Shirosaki against his chest holding him. "Thanks…I really needed that….."
"I noticed."
"You said you didn't want me…your acting like you do want me…"
"I don't want ya! I just needed someone ta fuck me! That's it!"
Isshin sighed softly and nodded. "I understand…G'night Shiro…"
Shirosaki flinched, but made no effort to leave until the ex-captain was sleeping.
Later, he grabbed his clothes, quickly leaving, having not realized that in fact, Isshin was still awake having watched as a tear rolled down the usually insane hollow's cheek.
He knew he had hurt Shiro…..but he had said his son's name for a reason. To make sure Shirosaki didn't fall for him. But it looked like it was already too late.
The hollow loved him.
And fuck….he loved the hollow too.