Title: Demonic

By: Metamorcy

Rating: M, why? It's so freakin obvious

Pairing: Ichigo x Shirosaki (of course, what else did you expect from me)

Disclaimer: don't own Bleach

Summary: AU, Sold to a demon prince of the underworld as a slave, Ichigo finds himself in more troubles than one.

N/A: Ichigo is around 22. Shirosaki's? Now, that's a secret.

I actually took the time of editing this myself; I'm sometimes really lazy. Haven't added anything malevolence yet :C but it won't be long :) .

Chapter 2

Ichigo yawned, stretching his legs, nuzzling into the warmth that surrounded his body. It was comforting and shifted in the covers, trying to find a better spot. He could feel the heat from the flesh against his own, keeping the underneath sizzling instead of freezing, like the outside atmosphere.

…Flesh against his own?!

Ichigo jolted himself awake, jumping up from his position, only to find himself stuck. His brown pools narrowed, staring straight at the demon prince that was holding him down. Shirosaki was sleeping peacefully, an arm coiled securely around Ichigo's bare waist; head nestled into the vibrant orange hair. The breathing was soft and regulated, and the puffs tickled along the swordsmen's forehead. A deep blush spread on his cheeks; at least the other was wearing some clothes. Wait, what about him? He was still naked. Ichigo glanced around the room, hardly moving from his spot but didn't glimpse anything for him to wear. Was he going to have to raid the demon prince's closet for some clothes?

"Go back to sleep, Ichigo. It's too early to be up." Shirosaki mumbled, squeezing tightly, wrapping his legs around the human's frame. He felt the other squirm a little at the grasp, not comfortable with the feeling. He brought one hand up into the orange tresses, running it through the silky locks. His lips went over to the neck, nibbling at it gently, trying to get his slave to writhe. Ichigo wanted to get away but he knew it was impossible, and his body wasn't helping. Shirosaki drove his tongue along the flesh and went up the chin, tugging the other closer to his waist, grinding their hips together.

Ichigo choked, gasping a whimper. "Ahh…" He felt his lips get crushed together, silencing his moans and yelps. He opened his mouth a little more willingly, even more when he felt a leg drive up in-between his own, spreading them apart.

The door unexpectedly knocked.

Shirosaki silently cursed his luck, pulling back and stepped out of bed. He straightened his clothes, making sure that there were no winkles on them and wandered around the divan to the door. He had a scold on his lips instead of the usual shit-eating smirk, but that was probably because someone had taken him away from his precious fun. His golden eyes twisted to the bed, giving Ichigo a quick wink.

The swordsmen shuffled in the covers, hiding himself away from the peering eyes. He heard the door knock again, opening this time. When it did, he peeked out curiously, wondering who it was (He hasn't meet any of the people here yet). He saw a young female dressed in a maid attire, wearing a bright friendly smile that glowed with happiness. She had light red hair that had a pin, shaped as a flower, on each side of her head, right above the ears and very large breasts. The woman bowed at the demon prince and wandered across the room not yet taking notice of the other person and entered the bathroom, switching on the lights. Shirosaki glanced to the confused orange-haired man with a lop-sided grin.

"Her name's Orihime, a nice gal, if you ask me. She helps around the castle most of the time." He spoke as he headed into the bathroom, his coat tails fluttering behind his footsteps. Ichigo could hear the fast sound of beating water running in the background, most likely into some kind of tub. It stopped after a while with a few words being exchanged, Ichigo was unable to hear what they were saying, and watched as Orihime stepped out, closing the bathroom door behind her but left a crack. The large eyes finally gazed to the side and saw the struggling swordsmen, who still didn't have anything to cover up his physique.

Oh, how embarrassing.

The servant let out a small giggle, tilting her head to the side, letting a few of the red hair side over the shoulder. "Oh hello, I'm Orihime, nice to meet you." She waved cheerfully, giving another large smile. "And you are?"

"Ichigo." The orange-haired man held the covers close to his body, trying to hid himself. This was very unnerving for him. "Um…"

"Are you the new one that Shiro-sama bought yesterday?" She asked, not taking notice of the human's uncomfortable situation, sauntering closer to the pile. Orihime tilted her head again, some of the red locks falling into her face. "You must be. Well then, I'll get you some clothes to wear and then help you get around this large castle. It's really easy to get lost and there's some things you need to know about."

"But I'm not really…" He trailed off, he couldn't finish his sentence. He was one now; he was a slave, whether or not he liked it. Sold and taken, oh how messed up his life was. Ichigo sighed, feeling his heart clench at the idea. Raising his head up higher, he returned the gesture. "Thank you. Well then, could you give me some advice right now? I'd like to understand some things."

"Sure! Um…let's see." She went deep into thought and looked at her clothes nervously. Her right finger went underneath her chin and wiggled her nose, not sure on what to say. "Oh yes, we're allowed take bathes, we need to keep the master looking excellent on how he treats us. Usually, he's pretty kind but he can mean when he needs to so it's best to stay on his good side. Anyway, we can take a bath at any time but…I'd be careful. You see, the bathes may be separated in genders but I've heard, well, mostly in the men's, that there are some that aren't pleasantly kind."

Ichigo raised an eyebrow, taking this weird conversation as a warning(though who starts with the bathes first is beyond him). "What do you mean?"

"I've seen some, or heard of some, getting raped in there, sometimes worse depending on the person." Orihime glanced to the side, worried and sat down on the bed beside Ichigo, whose eyes were already widening. "The best time is really early in the morning when most people are still asleep."

Ichigo grimaced at the metal images that flashed through his head, he defiantly didn't want that. It's probably, no, most certainly, was going to be a hell lot more painful then after what he went through. If things came down to it, he'd rather have Shirosaki fucking him. Along with that, waking up in the morning was enormously difficult for him. It wasn't an easy thing for him to do. Plus, he liked his sleep.

"Um…I'm going to get you some clothes and get Shiro-sama the towels." Orihime quickly left, exiting with a weak door thump. Ichigo stared at the door for a little while then shrugged. He glanced down at his body, there was no way in hell he was going to walk around nude for the demon prince's viewing pleasure, there was just no way. Ichigo glimpsed around the room while tightening his grip on the bed sheets, he couldn't see any of his old clothes (Must have been thrown away). Just as he swung his feet over the side of the bed, the door banged open again, the red head rushing in with a skip. Ichigo guessed that she must have run, seeing as she was panting hard and out of breath. In the woman's hands were four towels and some black robes. She dumped them on the bedside, nodding to the swordsmen all at once. "Um...these will be temporarily until Shiro-sama decides on what you will wear. Oh, and could you bring those to him as well?" She pointed to the towels that were underneath the clothes. "Well, I've got a lot of work to do so I'll see you later. Bye."

The women left shortly afterwards, running down the hallway in a fury after closing the door behind again. Ichigo just stared then went to the black robes, standing up to grab them. He sighed; he had no choice but to put these on to cover his nude frame. After a few minutes, the swordsmen grumbled still trying to put them on, he was having great difficulty. Just how the hell do you put these on!? He could only make due by hanging it off his shoulders and tie a belt around the middle to hold it together, it was like an oversized coat with puffy black pants. Ichigo felt a little peculiar in these, he was used to the jeans and slacks.

"Ichigo?" A voice called out from the bathroom, a shuffling came next with some splashes.

The orange-haired man glanced to the towels and lifted up the bundle with ease. "Yeah?" He headed in, taking in the items and almost gawked at the sight. Shirosaki was in a large bathtub filled with warm steamy water, stripped naked with half of his body sticking out (he was on his knees). Ichigo almost dropped the towels at that moment and willed his blush down. He gazed away, covering his face with the bundle. "So, where am I supposed to put this?"

"Eh? You want to work this early already? Not bad." Shirosaki leaned over the tub further, more of the water spilling out. The pale white skin was clearly in view and Ichigo almost wanted to stare at it since it was so smooth and well kept unlike his, which was covered in scars and marks from his numerous battles. The funny thing was that the flesh wasn't tinted lightly with pink like his own would whenever he took a bath. Shaking his head on the thought, he pushed it back.

"No, that's not it. Orihime wanted me to put it in." Ichigo huffed, placing the bunch in a random spot, close to where he thought it should be at. He twisted back and paused, backing up a little. "What?"

The demon whistled. "Black looks really good on ya but you've placed the robe all wrong."

"Shut up!" The swordsmen scorned, about to storm out when he felt a wet hand grasp his own. He was tugged violently back, so fast that he feared that he might have slammed into the fiberglass behind. Two arms snaked around his waist, undoing the belt along with the zipper (the pants). Ichigo tried to stop the hands, glancing at his mirror reflection that was in front of him. Damn Shirosaki and his good-looking body. The swordsmen scowled even louder at his ridicules thoughts, his brown eyes watching the albino unfasten the robe. "Stop that!"

"Ah, come on; let's see how wonderful you look." The older man teased, ripping the garb off with ease and tossed it aside, away from the reaches of water. This left no protection against the demon prince for Ichigo and he gulped in fear of what might happen next. Last night, the demon had made him come over and over again, until he collapsed in exhaustion and until he had been 'broken in' but strangely, the guy hasn't tried to screw him yet. Shirosaki had made him stretch to the point that Ichigo was begging for more since it felt so fucking wonderful. The brown eyes stared into the mirror, his heart racing incredibly fast. "My god, ya look charmingly delicious. Turns me on." He licked his lips, tightening the grasp, noticing the uncomfortable sensation and vibes that was seeping off of the orange-haired man. Well, he didn't want his new toy to be scared, where was the fun in that.

"W-What are you going to do with me?!" Ichigo flailed around in the grip and was swiftly yanked back into the cool fiberglass behind without any warning. He felt the warmth of flesh momentarily vanish, though, the arms were still on his shoulders, and he was shoved into the hot liquid, engulfing him. His breath was released, flapping his arms around, trying to get back up. He shot out of the water, gasping for air, flipping his head back. The arms on him disappeared and he picked himself up, hair dropping into his face.

He was in the tub with Shirosaki.

The swordsmen twitched, completely ignoring the fact that both he and the demon prince were both naked. "What was that for, you-!!"

He was cut off by a flick of water into his face.

Shirosaki snickered, being the culprit of such a devious attack.

He would have laughed longer if he hasn't gotten splashed onto himself in return. His white hair flattened out, sticking to the sides of his face like glue. A smirk was on Ichigo's lips, folding his arms across his chest in victory. The orange-haired man backed up to the opposite side of the tub, close to the metal faucet for safety since the white bathtub was large enough to fit four more people in so he had plenty of room to move.

Shirosaki wiggled his nose, his black fingernails wiping the misplaced locks aside. "Okay, that means war." He jumped forward, dunking Ichigo into the lukewarm liquid entirely and held him down for a few seconds before letting go. The moment the swordsmen came up to breathe; he was rewarded with another splash right in the face, cutting off his breathing. The demon prince let out a loud crackle, observing as Ichigo shaked his head and wiped his eyes clean.

"That's a cheap trick." The orange-haired man grumbled, slicking back his hair and glared. He grabbed the nearest thing, which happened to be a bar of soap, and threw it at the demon's head. Shirosaki snatched it from mid-air with ease and grinned manically when a thought processed in his head, inching closer through the water. He seized Ichigo's outstretched leg, yanking him closer, submerging the other back underwater. He twirled Ichigo around so his back would be against the wall while wrapping the legs around his waist so that Ichigo would settle on his lap.

Ichigo grunted, struggling in the grip by kicking the other, he hadn't realized the perilous position he was in. He brought his head back up, splashing Shirosaki with water. The demon prince snickered quietly, ignoring the spray, rubbing the soap bar against Ichigo's chest. Little bubbles were created in the friction and the swordsmen paused, letting the other do whatever he wanted for the moment, unsure at what this might lead to. The water changed a little darker from the bubbles and Ichigo moaned softly, lost in bliss, as the other cleaned him off. It didn't come to realization until Shirosaki went a little too low with the bar.

"A-Ah!" The orange-haired man gasped out, feeling the hand on his member, rubbing it with the smooth surface.

"Opps, my bad. Didn't mean that." The albino smirked but didn't pull back, his hand still on the spot.

Ichigo took a deep breath, reaching down to the pale hands, glaring coldly and lustfully at the other. "You're a fucking pervert. A pervert, you hear me."

"Aw, that's mean. No harm done, right?"

"No harm? Then what do you think you're doing right now?! Get off, damnit!" He cried, trying to rip the hands off his private section but to no avail. The demon prince was too strong, Ichigo already knew that but tried futilely anyway (he had learned that he couldn't physically fight against the other from last night when the demon was able to hold him down with alleviate). "If only I had Tensa Zangetsu with me, I would have killed you by now."

Shirosaki neared the other, his head mere inches from the pink scrumptious lips. "Who's that?"

"My sword, the dealer took it away from me." Ichigo snorted, trying to back away, he felt the two pallid arms wrap around his frame, tugging him forward but he managed to avoid the lips. Shirosaki paused when the information sank into his skull; the dealer hadn't completed the deal and he was pissed. The swordsmen noticed that there was a low growl from the demon prince and he was about to question it when he was twirled around in the lap, his back against the burning chest.

Shirosaki smirked; he loved how Ichigo was positioned currently. His back was now touching the wall, finding that more comfortable and convenient. He even went with strapping the other down in his arms to make sure the other wouldn't be able to escape. A dark tint was spreading across the Ichigo's visage and the albino could see it through the mirror's manifestation. "You look so cute when you blush like that."

"S-Shut up!" The swordsmen struggled in the grip and felt the hands, one still holding the soap, travel across his body. "Hey, stop that! I can wash myself!"

Shirosaki smirked. "I know that but then, where's the fun?"

"What fun!?" Ichigo cried, he had somewhat given up on fighting back seeing as he wasn't getting anywhere with the man. He buried the back of his head into Shirosaki's neck and sighed in defeated. "Damn."

Grinning in victory at the absolute defeat, he stopped his playful act and started massaging the other. "So tell me, are you missing anything else?" His hands went up on the shoulders, rubbing it softly.

A shiver ran down Ichigo's spine, it felt so good just like the ones from last night. "Not really, just Tensa Zangetsu…though I can't believe how one little trip could have gotten me here." Shirosaki raised an eyebrow, pausing in the rubbing and stared with an expression that simply said 'continue'. Ichigo took the hint, settling comfortably in the lap (he had noticed it on the mirror). "I used to work for Soul Society. I'm not directly related to them or anything, I just helped out whenever they wanted me too, you know, kill demons and monsters. Anyway, I needed the money to support my family which consisted of my dad and two younger sisters. My family is a little weird, Dad liked to kick me in the morning or whenever he appeared, calling them 'surprise attacks'. It was genuinely annoying." He had started chuckling at the memories before breaking, glancing up at the albino, who was staring down, listening. He could feel the soap bar riding up his body and arched a little at it but he knew it wasn't meant to be pleasurable.

"Come on, continue."

"Alright." Ichigo sighed, collecting his reminiscences. "Well anyway, Soul Society gave me a mission last week and the split second I entered the site, I was dragged, gagged, and knocked unconscious. Before I knew it, I was in a cage, unable to escape and surrounded by broken people. After that, I was tossed around until coming here."

Shirosaki furrowed his eyebrow. "So you were never sold or sent there in the first place. But you know, I bought you, you're still mine."

"Yeah, I know." He exhaled, he knew about the rules, once sold its hard to get out unless you pay the owner back in full. Ichigo's shoulders slumped then almost yelped when Shirosaki let go of him for a moment and leaned over, pulling the plug for the tub. The drain gulped the liquid, the water spinning and disappearing into the metal hole. Shirosaki then twisted on the shower, letting the hot water wash away the soap and other stuff. They stood up, letting it beat against their skin, the lukewarm liquid sliding down their bodies and along their curves.

Shirosaki leered, eyeing Ichigo downward and unexpectedly slapped the swordsmen's ass. Ichigo let out a loud squeak, jolting up a few feet from the floor and twisted around, glaring.

"Stop th-" Ichigo was cut off when the pale lips crushed against him for a bruising kiss. Since he had been cut off during a sentence, his mouth was still parted, allowing the demon prince to slip his blue tongue in. The albino grinded their bare hips together, creating a moist heat between them. By instinct and lust, Ichigo fought back, sucking on the invading tongue.

A grin smeared on the demon prince's mouth and he tugged away, his hand switching the shower head off. "Well then, Ichigo, good morning. You should probably note that this is going to be happening more often than not." He let out a devilish chuckle, cupping the chin.

A deep blush spread across the swordsmen's cheeks. "Bastard."

I'm sleepy, so sleepy, schools out for me (well actually its supposed to be out on Thursday but I get to skip those days, lucky me).

"Yes, we know." Caesar sighs, his head buried into a book. "I guess that gives you more time, right?"

"Yep!!"

Caesar glances at me. "Are any of us going to have a important role in this story?"

I shrug my shoulders. "Not sure. We'll just have to see."

Just like to say this again, I hadn't put any evil things that Shirosaki would do just yet, I'm just, you know, adding their characters in and others first. It won't be long before Ichigo has to do some dirty stuff, muhahahahaha!!

Now please review.