Emancipation in Red

"Shut up!" he lashed out at the pale hands that tried to pull him to Shiro's chest. The hollow laughed at his useless attempts. "Shut up, fucking monster!"

"Don't you remember the last dream you had, King?" Shiro whispered, nipping his ear, taking in his king's fresh chamomile and sea wind scent. "You just loved the taste of their blood then, so why not now?" he kissed Ichigo's forehead, drawing gentle circles on the inside of his king's bare thighs. "It felt good then, didn't it?"

Ichigo shivered, involuntarily leaning into the albino's touch. "It's...that was a dream." he didn't sound too convinced. Shiro gave his neck a sharp bite as reprimand, making him moan in reply.

" a dream you wish was reality. you have power, king. The power to rule all of them. Now, take it." Shiro kissed the sore he'd just made, kissing Ichigo so he could taste his own sweet blood. The teen gave him another quiet moan. He got off on every moment of this. "Take me. Take me and crush them."

"I-I can't. Their my friends." he whispered, grasping Shiro's thigh, urging the hollow on. This was good. This was too good. He hated that it was good. By damned if he wanted it to stop. He could feel Shiro's hips grinding against his ass, and fuck if that hard thing poking his ass didn't make him want this more.

"King." Shiro grunted in his ear. "You're going to do it. And you're going to set yourself free." he wanted to tell the hollow that he was free, but Shiro would simply bring up his dream again. A dream about murdering all his friends and enjoying it didn't mean he actually wanted to do it.

"I-I'm..." he moaned, thrusting into Shiro's hand.

"You're afraid." Shiro finished for him, nipping his neck. He could only grunt in reply as Shiro took off his shirt and boxers. Out of habit, he curled in on himself to stay covered. It only made Shiro giggle. "Don't you worry. I won't let them get us."

Ichigo bit his lip. This was wrong. Why wasn't he fighting? Why did he want this? He rested his head against Shiro's shoulder, his eyes clenching shut as the hollow touched him, grabbing and stroking. Oh dear god he'd never felt anything like this. He was afraid, for sure. But not of being caught, not of killing them and enjoying it, he was afraid of Shiro.

He was afraid of loving him, if that's what this was.

"Tomorrow morning." Shiro whispered, pulling him down so that they could lay beside each other. But anything else Shiro might've said was lost in more waves of pleasure. This was dangerous. Why wasn't he fighting? He just wanted to get closer. And if he got any closer, any more addicted, he'd fall.

But then he'd be free.

X.x.X

"I-Ichigo?" Rukia whimpered, backing away from him but only meeting a corner of the class room. He took Shiro's blood soaked fingers, licking the red off them. What a pretty color, Shiro absolutely sexy when he was bathed in it. And blood tasted even better after it had touched Shiro's skin. He turned from the whimpering girl in the corner, sucking on any place the blood might have landed. Shiro hummed quietly, eyeing Rukia the entire time.

"What do you want to do to her?" Shiro asked, amusement lacing his tone as he licked a stray drop of blood on Ichigo's cheek. Ichigo grinned, pulling her to her feet. Shiro kissed his forehead, resisting the temptation to fuck Ichigo right in front of the shinigami bitch. Not that Ichigo would mind too much. He was so hot when he wasn't denying himself.

Ichigo looked the shinigami bitch right in her eyes, and smiled. "Let's show her what it means to be chained. Let's show everyone."

Which almost sound like an invitation to a massacre. He was free. They both were.

OWARI

sigh. You better believe there's a next part to this. I'm just too lazy to write it right now... sooooo tired. 4:26 am... review!