Shiro's POV
He and I were in love. And even then that wasn't even all of it. We were sex every weekend, silent conversations at breakfast because we knew exactly what was on our minds, sneak-ins to my office at lunch and little things that we did for each other in-between.
But I'd never been so blind.
I couldn't see what I was doing to him, what I was turning him into. He wasn't raised with rules; he wasn't brought up like the best of us. I was spoiling him, and because I wasn't careful I'd turned him sour.
He didn't see Vampirism the same way the others did. We were stronger than humans, and because of that we needed order, that was my job. He didn't know what every other Vampire did. His instinct was to please me, not to obey me.
It was my mistake that brought us here.
My hands were soaked in blood. I was surrounded by bodies of humans that had tried to hunt me down. I was supposed to reason with them, but here they all were, dead.
And the cause of all this sat on my lap, licking the blood off my skin, cleaning me like some deranged puppy. He smiled innocently, his brown eyes sparkling, and the way he looked at me was as if he was asking, Did I do good?
Several Months Earlier
Third Person POV
Ichigo leapt over a trash can, his movements were swift and they left no sound. Still, Shiro was easily out running him. Shiro let out a cackle, something Ichigo noticed right away that his mate liked doing when stalking a rogue Vampire.
"It throws them off," He'd once told him.
Yeah, right. Or maybe you're just completely insane.
When Ichigo caught up with Shiro, he had the rogue pinned in a corner. Ichigo took a nearby piece of wood and cut off the monster's head. Shiro leaned back, both of them jumping away at the stench of the traitor's blood.
Ichigo heard Shiro's sigh and was there immediately to hold him. "There's more and more rogues these days," Shiro said, welcoming Ichigo's embrace, "Back before electronics and…. Even electricity, more Vampires were scared to disobey. Now, all of them seem to think I won't initiate punishment."
"It's okay Shiro…" He whispered by his ear. "So far we've been able to stop any major uproar… Besides there haven't been too many, hardly two or three per year."
"It's a big change compared to nothing." Shiro turned and kissed Ichigo sweetly on the lips. "But you're right. We've been able to handle things… come on, let's go. Don't want to miss-"
"Right!" Ichigo smiled and kissed Shiro again, suddenly remembering what was about to happen.
There was an argument that lasted nearly an hour about whether it was appropriate or not for Ichigo to wear a dress. Ichigo, after much protesting, managed to convince Shiro that he wouldn't be caught dead in a wedding dress, and Shiro was forced to drop it. Besides, dress or not, Shiro thought Ichigo was hot as he walked down the aisle.
This kiss was more passionate than the others, and it was in front of four guests and a priest. Ichigo moaned as Shiro's hands traveled his back, and he chuckled when Shiro suddenly pulled away. He knew Shiro was teasing him, there was no doubt!
"Ichi-nii!" Yuzu called from the front row. Ichigo turned to move towards her, and he shrieked when Shiro picked him up. His cheeks turned red, seeing the grin on Yuzu's face. At this age, he knew there was no longer a way to hide his intimacy with Shiro, and Ichigo was fully aware that the innocent little sister that existed sixty years ago was replaced with a completely perverted old woman.
"What is it, Yuzu?"
"Dad said… he wanted you to have this after you got married." Her shaky, wrinkled hands reached into her purse. She took out two chains, connected by a heart. "He says they were his and mom's… and that they go to the eldest Kurosaki in each generation when they get married."
She stood slowly, and placed a necklace around Shiro, then around Ichigo. She smiled at Shiro, "Take good care of my Ichi-nii."
Shiro got serious suddenly. He nodded, his eyes both a vow and a promise. He set Ichigo down and took his hand. "I'll keep him safe and in good health, no matter what, Yuzu."
Yuzu nodded and kissed his cheek.
"So, Yuzu… how are things at home?"
Yuzu beamed, seemingly grateful for the question. "Daren is great with the grandkids. They've just gotten into their teenage years, you know? Our son and his wife can barely handle them…" There was distant joy in her eyes, but mostly exhaustion covered her face.
Ichigo reached out and touched her cheek. "I promise I'll come visit you soon… but for now, can I help you back to the car?"
"I'm not come fragile old lady!" Yuzu snapped. "I am the great Ichigo's sister… Now go on… it's your honeymoon after all~!" She winked, catching the grin on Shiro's lips and the blush on Ichigo's cheeks.
Shiro took that as his invitation to slip his hands down Ichigo's pants. Ichigo shrieked again and covered his face with Shiro's chest, leaving Yuzu to laugh. Shiro said farewell to her, then to Yoruichi, Kisuke and Soi Fon, before running off.
"Y-You're sure eager…" Ichigo moaned as he was fondled. He shivered with each bump in Shiro's step that caused a soft tease to be a harsh stroke.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Shiro asked, letting the question draw out in the silence. "My sweet Ichi, yer ass is so tight and your voice makes such sweet music-"
"Sh-Shut up!" Ichigo squealed, "Shiro that's so not true, not true at all…"
Shiro placed him down on their bed. He'd rented out a private residence, one with a view of a beach and a hot tub to themselves. "What's the matter Ichigo? You don't believe me?"
Ichigo went silent, staring down at the pillows.
"Ohhh Ichi, how positively cruel that you don't give yourself the right amount of credit…" Shiro slid off Ichigo's tux, discarding it to the floor. "Do you know how positively handsome you looked, standing at the alter today, all clad in black? Your eyes were sparkling, love, and you smelled so positively delicious, like cinnamon and honey." Shiro's fingernails combed through orange locks.
Lust brought the spark back to Ichigo's brown eyes; the fog that had been cast over them was slowly fading away.
Shiro tugged on Ichigo's tie. "I have you now, all dressed up just so that I can unwrap ya. You've been such a tease all day… I was unable to touch ya, unable to see ya all morning… but now I can do anything~"
"Wh-What're you… gonna do?" Ichigo asked through a quiet gasp. "Now that you can… have your way with me."
"You'll see…" A twisted smirk appeared on Shiro's lips as he eyed the discarded tie. "Or maybe you won't…" He wrapped the tie around Ichigo's eyes, making sure it was secure before proceeding to tie Ichigo's hands as well.
"Sh-Shiro…" He was cut off by a kiss.
"Don't be frightened. You know I would never hurt you."
Ichigo nodded and slowly moved into a more comfortable position. He took a shaky breath and felt fingers pop open the buttons of his dress shirt.
"I love you, Ichigo… when I first met you I thought you were going to be just another meal, but as I grew to know you I couldn't help but grow addicted." Shiro placed a soft kiss on Ichigo's chest. "To a Vampire… to me, you were a drug. The warmth of your skin, the taste of your blood, and the way you moved. I couldn't get enough. And I still can't…" Ichigo gasped, feeling fangs sink into his side. He moaned, feeling Shiro's venom spread through his blood like wild fire. "…I apologize for scaring you, I never wanted you to fear me, but now that we're married and connected in every way possible, I simply can't keep back the monster anymore."
Ichigo hadn't ever experienced something like this before. It wasn't quite pleasure buzzing through his veins, it was something more. "Shiro… haaahh… fuck…"
"I still remember walking into that party… I remember the song playing as I watched your dirty dancing." He grinned in amusement as Ichigo's cheeks flared red. "Oh? I see you remember too. My Ichi, how positively sexy." He slid down Ichigo's pants, watching his chest rise and fall from his heated gasps of anticipation.
"What… did you do to me…?" Ichigo asked.
"It's only temporary, if it makes you feel better you can do it to me tomorrow." Shiro smirked and squeezed Ichigo's member.
Ichigo moaned, thrusting into Shiro's hand. "Screw you and your teasing! If you're going to fuck me, do it already!"
Shiro cackled and placed his bare body against Ichigo's. "Mmm… you'd like that wouldn't you? Well, I've got a confession to make Ichi…" He leaned in to Ichigo's ear and whispered something soft, almost inaudible to a human's ear. When Shiro let Ichigo loose, the young Vampire immediately pinned his elder to the bed. Shiro removed the blindfold, licking his lips at the border-line mad look in his mate's eyes.
"What was that earlier about a monster inside ya Shi?" Ichigo questioned. He grinned, "I think I can handle it." Shiro gasped upon the feeling of being entered. Shiro's smirk never left his lips, but Ichigo knew exactly the emotions going through his husband's mind. "Don't you worry… I'll take you carefully, make you mine exactly like how you made me yours."
Shiro shook his head, hands tugging on orange locks for support. "I want you to do this your way… I want to feel my Ichi just the way he is."
Ichigo smiled, kissing Shiro as he slowly pulled out then thrust back in. He felt Shiro gasp, a murmur of Ichigo's name slipping past pale lips. Ichigo slowly picked up the pace, his buzz rocketing sky high as his hips moved faster and faster. Shiro's eyes eventually shut, the pleasure too overwhelming for his cocky attitude to stay. When he felt Ichigo nail that special bundle of nerves, it was too much for him to hold on and he released. Ichigo captured Shiro's lips in a heated kiss, moaning against them as his lover tightened around his member. He came soon after, pulling out gently then collapsing against Shiro.
The pale Vampire wrapped his arms around his mate and hugged him close. "Yer hot when ya take charge, Ichi."
"Did you have this planned the whole time?" Ichigo asked, his voice a murmur.
Shiro smirked tiredly. "When ya came up with the idea of marriage… and proposed… I thought ya'd like to feel what I do, to really get into my head. Bet it made ya feel great, me beneath you and moaning for more."
"You're so dirty…" Ichigo scolded mockingly.
"Don't act like you don't love it."
I may fix things up in this chapter later on, so don't be alarmed if something changes in the future. I don't have time right now to clean it all up, but if I notice any errors that are too big, I will update this chapter along with chapter two!