Ichigo sighed in frustration. A two-day train trip was not how he wanted to spend his time. But he didn't have a choice in the matter. Not when the college he had just been accepted to was halfway across the country. And plane tickets were far too expensive. So the train it was.

After boarding the train and finding a nearly empty car, the orange-haired 20-year-old Soul Reaper put his bags into an overhead bin and flopped into a seat. Deciding to take a nap to pass the time, Ichigo leaned back and closed his eyes. Only to open them immediately and finding himself gone from the train. He was sitting on the side of a building, and up-and-down had somehow traded places with left-and-right. The jeans and T-shirt he had been wearing had changed into a black kimono.

"Hey there King. Ya taking a vacation or somethin'?" a distorted voice asked him.

"I'm going to college stupid. You know that," Ichigo replied, not bothering to glance over at the Hollow that lived inside his soul.

"Ya sure that leavin' town is a good idea?" the hollow asked. "That dumbass Aizen could attack your town at any time."

"That won't happen for another three months. My classes start next week. And why do you care anyway?"

"I don't. I was jus' askin'. Sheesh."

Ichigo huffed and laid back, determined to get his nap. He didn't even stir when the hollow sat down next to him. Though he did look up in surprise when he felt an arm thump across his chest. The hollow was hovering over him like a pale reflection, eyes gazing intently into his own.

Unlike the other Soul Reapers that had inner Hollows, Ichigo and his hollow had somehow become friends. But if Ichigo was honest with himself, he had to admit that he felt something more than friendship for his albino double. It was the eyes that drew him. The black sclera where normal people had white made the bright golden iris all the brighter. Having those eyes boring into him made Ichigo want to squirm.

"I'm bored," the hollow said bluntly. "Entertain me King."

"What do I look like? A stand-up comedian?" Ichigo said, annoyed. "Go entertain yourself."

"With what? There's nothing here in your boring Inner World. Entertain me King."

Scoffing, Ichigo tried to stand so he could leave, but was suddenly pinned to the floor. His hollow was sitting fully on top of him, keeping him still. He gulped quietly, hoping the blush he could feel on his cheeks wasn't visible.

"I'm bored. I want you to fix that," the hollow said, leaning down so his face was mere centimeters from Ichigo's. "Come on King. Do somethin' about it."

Ichigo gulped again, starting to feel light-headed. He was blushing so hard he was sure his face was brighter than his hair. He stared up into those beautiful eyes and shivered.

"Well King? Are you gonna say somethin' or what?"

"Or what," Ichigo said before jerking up and smashing his lips against the other's.

The hollow squeaked in surprise and pulled back. Using that to his advantage, Ichigo grabbed the albino's shoulders and pushed, flipping the two of them over. Keeping their lips locked together, he pressed his hips down, causing his hollow to moan. Ichigo broke off the kiss for air, panting slightly as he looked down at the dazed hollow.

"Wow," he said breathlessly. "Hollow, you're a great kisser."

"T-thanks. You too. But... Could ya not call me Hollow?"

"What do you want me to call you? You don't have a name."

"I don't know. It just doesn't feel right being called 'Hollow' while you're kissing me."

Ichigo thought for a minute. "How about the name Shiro? It means white, like your hair."

"Shiro... I kinda like it."

"Shiro it is then," Ichigo stated, bending down for another kiss.

Instead of pulling away this time, Shiro kissed back eagerly. Ichigo ran his hands down Shiro's side, reaching the belt of his kimono. He slowly pulled the white cloth aside, revealing even whiter skin. He pulled it completely off, then broke the kiss to nip along Shiro's neck.

"I-Ichigo," Shiro moaned softly. "That feels really good."

"It's about to feel even better Shiro," Ichigo replied, smirking fondly.

Ichigo pulled down the bottom half of Shiro's kimono, then removed his own. He stretched his body along Shiro's, shivering at the feeling off skin against skin. Ichigo started sucking on three of his fingers, licking them until they were coated with saliva. He slid his hand along Shiro's thigh until he reached the albino's entrance. He carefully pushed a finger past the tight circle of muscle, kissing Shiro's temple as the hollow hissed in pain.

"Try to relax Shiro," Ichigo murmured, nuzzling Shiro's cheek. "The pain will pass soon. I promise."

Shiro just bit his bottom lip to keep back a pained moan as Ichigo pushed in another finger. The orange-haired Soul Reaper put in the third finger and pressed them deep. He curved them to the right, looking for the spot that would make Shiro see stars. He knew he found it when the hollow suddenly stiffened, his expression changing from pain to pleasure.

Ichigo memorized the position and pulled his fingers free, ignoring the whine of protest. Lifting up Shiro's hips Ichigo aligned himself, and in one swift motion pushed his erection in.

"Aaah!! Ichi! It hurts!"

Ichigo held himself still as he waited for Shiro to adjust. He gently wiped away the hollow's tears of pain, whispering words of comfort in his ear. Gradually Shiro's whimpers quieted and he began to squirm.

"Ichi… move."

Ichigo gladly complied, thrusting in and out slowly. He twisted his hips with each thrust, slamming into the albino's prostate. Shiro moaned wantonly, head thrown back on the pillow and his eyes closed. He reached down and started pumping his erection, stroking it in time with Ichigo's thrusts.

"I-Ichigo… faster," Shiro moaned. "Please."

"Sure. Any…anything you want."

Ichigo increased his pace, thrusting into the willing body beneath him swiftly. He couldn't help groaning as he pounded, the wet heat of Shiro's passage squeezing him tightly. Ichigo leaned down and kissed his lover firmly, his tongue slipping past parted lips. He explored every inch of Shiro's mouth, relishing the taste. Like cinnamon, he thought.

Shiro wrapped his free arm around Ichigo's shoulder. He slid his hand upwards, white fingers tangling themselves in bright orange locks. He broke off the kiss and leaned up to kiss along the Soul Reaper's jaw line. Shiro's mouth latched onto Ichigo's earlobe, sucking and nibbling. Ichigo gave a strangled gasp at that, causing the hollow to smirk.

"Shiro! God, where did you learn to do that?"

Shiro just chuckled, which turned into a moan at a particularly good twist of Ichigo's hips. His head swimming, he let go of his erection. Ichigo reached down and took hold instead, stroking so slowly it was driving Shiro insane. He could feel himself grow closer to the edge every second.

"Ichi! I-I'm c…cum- Aaah!!!"

Shiro screamed in rapture as his orgasm hit, arching so far that he was bent nearly double. Hot semen splattered over Ichigo's hand and onto his chest. The tight walls of Shiro's passage grew even tighter, clamping down on him. The feeling was overwhelming for Ichigo, and he threw his head back and howled as he climaxed. He thrust shallowly a few more times then collapsed onto Shiro, who was trembling from his own climax and the heat that was spreading inside him.

Ichigo slowly pulled out and held Shiro close, uncaring of the mess. They snuggled together as they enjoyed the afterglow. Ichigo smiled at Shiro, warm brown eyes meeting black-and-gold eyes that gazed back lovingly. The two kissed again, slowly and languidly.

"Shiro, I love you," Ichigo said softly. "I love you so much."

"Ichigo," Shiro breathed, eyes wide. "I love you too. More than anything."

Ichigo smiled broadly at that, arms wrapped around Shiro's shoulders and waist. He sighed as he buried his face in soft white hair, breathing in his lover's musky scent. Ichigo's last thought before drifting off to sleep was how wonderful Shiro's body fitted against his.

********
3 weeks later.

"Are you sure you're ok?" Ichigo asked, concern filling his voice. "This is the fourth day in a row you've been throwing up."

"I don't know. I just feel so nauseous in the morning." Shiro said miserably, wiping his face as he came out of the bathroom.

After confessing their love for each other, Shiro and Ichigo had settled in at Ichigo's college. A few days of hard concentrating and Ichigo had learned to materialize Shiro in the real world like he did with his zanpakuto Zangetsu. Not having to fall asleep and go into his Inner World to see Shiro made things a lot more convenient for Ichigo. Luckily he had his own dorm room so he didn't have to worry about a roommate thinking he was talking to thin air.

It was great being with Shiro. The hollow had proven to be a loving boyfriend and Ichigo couldn't imagine his life without him. But during the last few days Shiro had grown moody and was eating a lot. Now he was gaining weight and throwing up in the mornings. Neither boy had any idea what was wrong with him.

"Maybe we should get you checked out," Ichigo said. "We could go to Soul Society and have someone from Fourth Company do it."

"Are you nuts? I'm a Hollow! They'll kill me on sight!"

"You know I'd never let that happen. And there's obviously something wrong. I'm worried about you."

"Oh all right! Anything to stop the nagging," Shiro said crossly, sitting on the couch with a huff.

The next morning Ichigo opened a portal to Soul Society and began looking for the Fourth Company barracks. Shiro stayed hidden inside Ichigo's Inner World as his boyfriend looked. Both knew that it was the safest thing to do. And Soul Reaper that saw Shiro would immediately attack. And Ichigo beating the crap out of someone would not endear him to the Fourth Company captain.

'King, I feel sick again,' Shiro said from Ichigo's Inner World. 'Do you think that Captain Unohana can figure out what's wrong?'

'I hope so. You were hurling for 10 whole minutes this morning. It was really gross and- Hey! There's Fourth Company's HQ now!'

Entering the white building that made up the Fourth Company's main station, Ichigo looked around for Captain Unohana. But neither she nor her lieutenant could be found. And Ichigo didn't know any of the other Soul Reapers there enough to fully trust them. He started to feel a little discouraged, until he spotted someone he did know.

"Hanataro!"

"Oh hi Ichigo. What are you doing here?"

"I need a favor. Is there somewhere private we can go?"

Hanataro nodded and led Ichigo to an empty examination room. Once there Ichigo explained things to the small, dark-haired Soul Reaper. With every word Hanataro's eyes got wider and wider. When Shiro came out of Ichigo's Inner World and materialized, the timid young man nearly fainted. Getting him to calm down took almost half an hour.

"Well Hanataro? Would you mind giving Shiro a check-up?"

"I-I guess it's ok," Hanataro said nervously. "As long as he behaves and doesn't cause any trouble."

Shiro agreed and Hanataro proceeded with the examination. After checking all the basics and not finding anything, Hanataro drew some blood. When the results of the blood test came back 15 minutes later, his jaw dropped so far it could have hit the floor.

"Well? What are the results?" Ichigo asked.

"I… I don't believe it," Hanataro said slowly. "According to this, Shiro is… pregnant."

"WHAT?!"