...this took forever to finally write... but it seems whatever was making writing impossible for me is gone now, so hopefully I'll be updating more regularly again~
Enjoy!
Long, almost delicate fingers slipped from his own entrance to reach between them and grasp hold of the base of Shiro's cock. Rising on his knees, Ichigo panted as he slowly lowered to impale himself while he looked down into the heated, lust heavy gaze of his lover. As he came to a rest, Shiro fully sheathed inside him and twin moans erupting from both men's throats, Ichigo leaned forward to capture lily white lips in a nipping, heated kiss before he arched his body and rose again, only to seat himself in a swift and aggressive motion.
"D-damn..." Shiro arched his back away from the mattress, his head tilted back and his hands anchored on the slim hips undulating above his own. "Wha' brought this 'bout?"
Ichigo seated himself again, drawing another moaning curse from the albino he rode. The more colorful male kept his balance with one hand planted beside Shiro's head, the muscle of his arm corded and taut to hold his weight while the finger's of his other hand tangled into the feathery mane spread across the pillow and pulled, aggressively exposing Shiro's throat while he ruthlessly abused himself on the man's cock. He leaned forward, his lips grazing the shell of his lover's ear while their panted breaths mixed in the air between them.
"Shut up and keep fucking me." He growled out, his voice a husky and sexy baritone that forced shivers down the pale man's spine.
"Ah shit..." Golden eyes rolled back in pleasure as Shiro attempted to switch their positions so he could pound his godly lover into the mattress properly but Ichigo had other ideas. The hand fisted in his hair tightened as Ichigo yanked on the locks, forcing him to stay on his back, his head tilted and throat bared. The planes of his toned abdomen stretched and tightened as he thrust upward, timing himself with Ichigo's motions and forcing panting cries from the more colorful of the two.
The bed creaked in protest but the noise went unnoticed as the two continued, their sounds of pleasure and passion drowning all else out. Ichigo rose on his knees again, leaning low over the pale chest of his lover to sink his teeth around a pert, faintly pink nipple before he lowered once again. The hands grasping his hips tightened, black painted nails digging into his smooth skin as Shiro growled out a moan.
Ichigo's fluid movements hitched as he rose and fell, his moaning voice rising in pitch as the heat in his belly grew to a raging inferno. The arm holding his weight up collapsed and he allowed himself to sink against Shiro's muscled body, his other hand still gripped into white hair in an almost desperate hold to force Shiro to stay below him.
"Shi...so close..." He moaned into the side of his lover's milky neck where he licked gently before once again biting, surly leaving a dark mark behind to contrast off Shiro's colorless skin.
The sharp pain drove Shiro insane as he felt his own release nearing. He removed his hands from Ichigo's hips in favor of wrapping his arms around the slim man's shoulders while he pounded up into his tight heated entrance, Ichigo still struggling to keep up his swift pace. Before long, with a few more thrusts, Shiro's black nails scraped red lines down Ichigo's bare back as the heated entrance he thrust into constricted and pulsated around his hard length, milking him while Ichigo cried out and spilled himself between their abdomens.
The albino followed just behind, coming hard into the man above him and giving a few more, shallow and languid thrusts before finally falling still to pant below his lover. Ichigo's hand finally loosened in his hair as they enjoyed their blissful release and Shiro wrapped one long leg around the back of Ichigo's knees before rolling them over.
Ichigo gave a slightly startled and surprised yelp but smiled up at Shiro, the albino's golden eyes sparkling and shining in his sated pleasure. The more colorful of the two was captured into a deep and passionate kiss, Shiro's tongue peeking out to run across his bottom lip before he pulled away and settled himself comfortably between Ichigo's outstretched legs, chin resting in his palm and his elbows to either side of Ichigo's waist.
"So ya ganna tell me wha' had ya so excited now?" Shiro asked, his lilting voice still rough and husky from the unexpected but much enjoyed romp. He had been caught off guard and literally thrown to the bed after Ichigo had gotten home from a long day at work but he sure as hell wasn't complaining.
Still holding Ichigo's gaze with his own, his navy colored tongue peeked out between pale lips to begin licking a slick, hot trail across Ichigo's abdomen, starting at one prominent hip bone.
"F-found our next victim..." Ichigo answered, his breath hitching as he looked down his body to watch the albino. Shiro's tongue ran across his abs, dipping into his belly button before he made his way to the sticky come smeared across his smooth skin just below. Ichigo continued his explanation, unable to look away as Shiro hummed in delight and continued to lick his lover clean of the mess with slow and deliberate motions. "...One of my customer's at the cafe...H-he's perfect..."
"Mmhmm..." Shiro hummed again, indicating for Ichigo to continue, never pausing his ministrations as Ichigo's member twitched back to life where it rested below his chest.
"He's a bit bigger than the usual..." Ichigo bit his bottom lip but couldn't tear his eyes away from what Shiro was doing and the erotic sight of that sinful tongue of his working slow patterns over the heated and soft skin just below his navel. "N-not going to be a pushover, there's something about him, s-something wild... and he's got crazy blue hair..."
Shiro paused for just a moment, looking up to penetrate his lover with his powerful and unique gaze, a smirk on his colorless lips. "Ya already got started, didn' ya?"
"I couldn't help myself..." Ichigo told him, a matching smirk tugging at his own handsome features, his darkened brown eyes following the motion of Shiro's oddly colored tongue as it peeked out and ran across the seam of colorless lips. "You know how much I like the color blue..."
Shiro snorted a laugh, his smirk transforming into a grin as he slowly began sitting up, exposing Ichigo's freshly reawakened erection to the cool air of their bedroom. A shiver raced down the orange haired man's spine.
"Yer fuckin' perfect, ya know tha'?" Shiro asked, offering his hand to help his mate up. "He's interested, I take it?"
Ichigo smiled as he allowed himself to be pulled from the bed and into Shiro's arms. "He'll be back to the cafe tomorrow and very interested when I'm through with him. He's already taken the bait." He laughed at the heated look that lit Shiro's eyes on fire and allowed himself to be pushed toward the bedroom door.
"Good. Round two in the shower." The albino demanded, following Ichigo down the hall, both of them still naked and very ready for more as he licked his lips at the sight of his come dripping from Ichigo's entrance to run down his lean thigh.
Further down town and in a less than friendly part of the neighborhood, a man stood by the window of a cheap little studio apartment he had rented for the next few months, absently staring out into the dingy street in front of the building. He opened the window to allow the cool evening air to circulate through his single room, temporary home, unworried and confident that no one would dare take advantage of the seeming lack of caution. It was base instinct, something most people didn't even realize they had. No one would bother him because they knew what he was, deep down in their subconscious minds, their instincts and senses told them to stay away from the predator in their midst.
The smell of fresh food cooking on the stove permeated the almost stale air, smelling wonderful and mouth watering even as the hint of something not quite average could be detected. The almost soundless landing of small paws on the counter top just on the other side of a small wall had the man curling his lip and just as silently stalking off in that direction to catch the perpetrator. He rounded the dividing wall into what sufficed as his kitchen, already knowing what he would find.
"Hey!" The commanding, deep voiced growl would have been enough to gain the attention of anyone near by, stopping them dead in their tracks and possibly loosening their bowels in fright. As it was though, only a cat looked his way from where the animal sat perched on the counter top, hovering over the meal he was cooking, on the verge of stealing a bit for herself. Placid green eyes, reflecting boredom if a bit of hostility, looked up to stare into the cold azure of it's owner before the a little furry hellion hissed and flattened her ears at the big man.
"Yeah yeah, just get the fuck down. Can't leave ya alone for a damn second." The man snapped back, ready to push the cat from the counter should it choose to test his temper. The cat had learnt her mistake long ago though and she quickly stood from her perch, long tail held high and proud before she gracefully dropped to the tiled floor of their newest apartment, rubbing across the man's lower legs affectionately and apologetically.
"And that's why I always share ya little shit." The man chuckled and tore off a chunk of the still bloody meat sizzling in a skillet and lowered to sit on his haunches, the morsel held between his fingers.
Purring, deep and rumbling filled the quiet kitchen and the man smirked as the cat greedily began gnawing at the meat in his hands. He picked her up, still holding the bite so that she could continue chewing at it, and moved her out of his way before settling her back down under the kitchen table and dropping the meat in front of her.
Going back to the stove, he flipped the slab of meat, a tasty bit from his most recent hunt, and turned the burner up just a bit to cook it quicker before turning his back and leaning against the edge of the counter, smirking down at the cat he wasn't really looking at. Cool blue eyes held a far away look as the man's mind was plagued with thoughts of a particularly delectable looking young man.
Who would have thought the quiet little cafe he had visited earlier that morning would have had something on the menu he was actually interested in, and what a confident and flirty young man he had been. That confidence drew the predatory man like a moth to flame, an oddly fitting analogy with the younger man's brightly colored hair. And those syrupy, molten eyes... They swirled with the man's confidence, but more so than just that. They shone with something akin to excitement, arousal even and it had only strengthened the longer they had spoken, as if the young man was getting just as excited as he himself was about the next encounter they both knew would happen.
The bluenette turned back to the stove as the smell of his cooking meal wafted to him, making his stomach rumble with want. He cut the meat in two, checking how done it was and pleased to find there was just a hint of pink left in the middle. Perfect.
With a grin on his angular features, the man pulled a plate from his cupboard and slid the meat from the skillet before wandering over to sit at his table. His cat jumped up to sit in the empty seat across from him, staring greedily over the edge of the table at him, licking her lips and whiskers clean of the juices from the piece he had already shared.
The bluenette ignored her, cutting his meal into pieces almost daintily as if at a fine restaurant rather than sitting in his barren kitchen with only a cat for company. He stabbed the first bite with his fork, happily bringing it to his mouth. He smirked as he chewed, delighting in the delectable and superb flavor of his unique food source.
Most would think him a monster but deep down, he knew that almost anyone would enjoy the taste of human flesh should they have the opportunity. It was simply a matter of getting passed the awful term and taboos given to those who fed on their own species. Human meat was top notch, perfect and delectable in a way that beef or pork could never be, but just like any other animal, it had to be properly taken care of.
Too much fat and a person tasted disgusting and cheap, like something you'd get in a fast food joint, greasy and like it was probably going to kill you later on, or at least give you a bad case of diarrhea. Too thin and their was no flavor at all, no juices to simmer with the meat. It was gritty and tough. The key was finding and hunting people that took care of themselves and he had long ago learned that he had a taste for leanly muscled young men, not too much bulk, but enough muscle that there was no fat either.
A wicked grin spread across the man's full lips, consuming his handsome features and showing off commercial worthy teeth. He already knew he'd be back at the little cafe with the next morning and thanks to the employee name tags, he'd be sure to request 'Ichigo'.
The foolish young man had been excited about what he had seen of his newest regular and said man had to admit the orangette wasn't too bad looking himself, but he was more interested in something other than what the boy was looking for. Though, he never did understand why his mother had always tried to teach him not to play with his food.
With a handsome grin full of over sharp teeth hinting at his twisted intentions, the man continued his meal, purring his delight as he chewed.
••••••
Rising early the next morning, the sun bright and cheery and the birds singing happily, Ichigo quickly slammed his hand down over the top of his alarm clock as it threatened to shatter the peace. The device nearly fell to the floor, Ichigo nearly toppling over the edge of the bed with it, startled awake and tangled in the sheets. He lay back in bed a moment, giving his mind a chance to wake up properly before he slowly reopened his eyes to look over at the face of his still sleeping lover, happy the noise hadn't woken him up.
His eyes were drawn down the curve of Shiro's pallid features, tracing high cheek bones and a narrow, straight nose before lingering on a dark purple bruise marring his equally white neck, shaped to match Ichigo's teeth. The orange haired man's boyish and handsome features tinted a light shade of red but a small smile curled his lips as Ichigo quietly slipped from the warm and inviting bed, careful not to wake the pale man he had shared his home and bed with for the past year.
He and Shiro had met by chance one night, by fate if he believed in that sort of thing. While Shi wasn't exactly small, he wasn't very large either, no bigger than Ichigo himself and he had been even scrawnier back then. His strange looks had kept him firmly seated at the bottom of society, unable to get a job or make many friends, it had also made him the target of some rather unfriendly activities and accusations.
Ichigo had been on his way home from work one night, an umbrella opened to keep the steady rain at bay before he had had a car to make the drive. Walking passed an alleyway, he had found the strange albino in the process of getting his ass beat. Not that Shiro wasn't putting up a good fight, but he was smaller than his opponent and apparently hadn't been looking for the fight that had found him, caught off guard and taken by surprise.
Only knowing that someone was in trouble, Ichigo had taken off down the alley without even thinking about what he was doing. He tackled the bigger man hovering over the pale form of bloodied and beaten Shiro, dragging him away and even getting a good shot in that stunned the man for a moment. Thinking it would be enough to deter the bully and hopefully send him on his way, Ichigo returned to Shiro's side where the albino was struggling to get his feet under him.
He had been wrong, however and the hard punch that had been intended for Ichigo hit the brick wall beside him as Shiro had pushed him away. It had only served to anger the bully more and the bigger man had pulled a knife, cursing and threatening both Ichigo and Shiro.
The man had fisted a big hand in Ichigo's collar, throwing him to the ground on the other side of the alley and shouting something about the albino being a demon and not worth saving. Ichigo had looked over to see the strange man sneering up at his larger opponent, his stunning eyes lit with a hellish fire and his dirty, white hair plastered to his face and shoulders from the rain. Shiro had hissed something about the bully not being worth the title of human but Ichigo had been too transfixed on the angelic figure he was watching to really hear what that lilting voice had said. In his eyes, Shiro had never looked like a monster or demon.
Before he knew it, he was up again as the bully took another swing at Shiro, the knife drawing a thin line through his colorless flesh and tearing his already ragged shirt. The fight hadn't ended well, not really. Shiro and Ichigo had teamed up against the man, both earning their fair share of wounds but their victory had been nothing to celebrate. In the end, Ichigo had killed the man in his rage, unable to get the image of the man beating on the hapless, pale figure out of his head and only stopping once he realized what he had done.
Then he freaked out, terrified that he had taken another's life and it was Shiro's turn to swoop in and save the day. The albino had managed to talk some sense into him, got him up on his feet and had them running before the police could arrive on scene. They had been lucky and the rain had been enough to wash away the evidence they had left behind.
Shiro had gotten him to tell him where he lived and walked Ichigo home, telling him his reaction was only natural and that he hadn't really done anything wrong all the while, calming his frantic mind. When Shiro had turned to leave, he thanked Ichigo for helping him before commenting on how much he hated the rain, looking up at the dark sky as he began walking back down the sidewalk in the direction they had come.
Ichigo had caught hold of his shirt, soaked through and frigid from the weather. It hadn't taken much convincing to get the albino to come in for a while and they had been together ever since. Shiro never said anything about it, but Ichigo had figured out enough on his own to know that Shiro hadn't really had much of a home to return to and that that man hadn't been the first he had seen killed. But Shiro was a good man, even if normal society wouldn't see him that way, he was loving in his own way and loyal to Ichigo.
Smiling at the memory, even if it had been more of a nightmare at the time, Ichigo began changing into the clothing he would be wearing to work. He left the room, quietly closing the door behind him as he listened to Shiro's sleep steady breathing. Walking down the hall, the orange haired man entered the sitting room, snagging the remote and flipping on the news, the volume turned down low, before he began getting ready to start his day. The forecast called for clear skies, for which Ichigo was happy. Even after a year, Shiro still hated the rain.
Grabbing his tooth brush from it's holder by the bathroom sink, the orangette wondered back down the hall and into the sitting room again. He snorted as he brushed his teeth, watching as more pictures of the two crime scenes from the night before last played across the screen.
He didn't put much faith in the police force, after all, they hadn't even been able to come near he and Shiro and they had left behind six bodies already and were really only just getting started. It amused him to no end that they seemed so proud of themselves for being able to point out the differences between the six victims of the 'Shinigami' and the single one from their newest criminal, deducting that they were dealing with two separate cases and reassuring the public that they were getting closer everyday as they investigated. Hah.
The reporters and investigators had coined the newest killer, Shiro's challenger as the city terror, the 'Hollow' killer after the way he seemed to carve up the body, taking bits and pieces with him and leaving a hollow carcass in his wake. It wasn't all that creative of a title, but it had a nice, gruesome ring to it.
Not too surprisingly, after their second round, Ichigo finally feeling sated, the two had stumbled off to bed to actually sleep this time and Shiro had brought up the new guy lurking his streets. Together, the two had thrown out some pretty crazy ideas and theories about what the Hollow killer was doing with the parts he kept. Ichigo had assumed they were some sort of trophy, it wasn't unheard of for a murderer to keep a memento of his victims. Shiro, a bit more sadistic than his more colorful lover, had said he probably got home and threw them in the fridge.
Ichigo chuckled around the tooth brush in his mouth, heading back toward the bathroom to spit and rinse. He put his tooth brush back and tip toed down the hall to the bedroom, peeking in to see that the albino was still sound asleep. He quietly sneaked to the edge of the bed, kissing the man lightly on the cheek before just as silently creeping back out of the room. He snagged his phone from the counter, checking the time and nearly freaked out. No matter how early he got up or how few distractions he had, he always seemed to be running late.
With a slightly exasperated sigh, Ichigo hurried from their quiet little home to head to work on the other side of the city. The drive was quiet and fairly quick, though the streets were a bit busier than the day before now that things had calmed down a bit. A smirk curled pink lips, they wouldn't stay calm for long. After the night they had had last night, Ichigo knew Shiro wouldn't be able to wait for him to have their blue haired target ready. He would probably have Ichigo pick up another random drunk later that night but he didn't mind. It would be a good excuse to have a little fun.
Ichigo made it to work on time, clocking in at exactly seven before he pinned his name tag to his plain white, collared shirt and prepared to start stocking a few things while he waited for a few more customers to come in.
"Ah~ Ichi, it's good to see you on time today." Ichigo mentally sighed at the over cheery voice of his employer before he turned around and bowed slightly, giving the man a shy and almost sheepish grin. "No worries though, I came to tell you you have a request. The booth by the window."
A slow smirk worked it's way across Ichigo's features as his boss left to go bug one of the other employees. Glancing toward the front window, he was gifted with the sight of brilliant blue. Sitting in the same corner of the cafe as yesterday, once again staring down at a newspaper, sat the very man Ichigo had delighted in telling Shiro about.
He poured a cup of coffee, fixing a flirty smile on his lips and sauntered around the counter and over to the booth, knowing the man's intense gaze was just as focused on him as it was on the paper he read. He slid into the booth opposite the man, setting the black coffee down between them and waited to be acknowledged.
"What if I didn't want coffee this time?" The man asked, the barest hint of a grin curving his lips while he continued holding the paper he was reading.
Leaning back in his seat, Ichigo smirked and glanced over the man. He wore clothes that were nearly a match from the day before but this black shirt seemed to fit just a bit tighter, letting him know it wasn't actually the same outfit. He let his warm, intelligent eyes glance at the paper, the front of it opened and facing him. The date was todays and the creases were freshly unfolded. This man seemed rather set with his patterns and Ichigo knew he was only teasing about not wanting coffee.
"You don't seem like the tea drinking type." Ichigo shrugged as he answered the man, his voice easy and playful but full of confidence.
The paper was finally pulled away, folded back into it's original creases before it was settled aside, the picture on top showing a taped off crime scene. Those insanely blue eyes settled on Ichigo once more, just as stunning and intense as the day before. The man smiled and nodded, finally pulling the cup toward himself. "And you're very observant, aren't you?"
The observation of his character and nature caught him off guard, but Ichigo didn't let it show and covered his surprise well. His cheeks tinted a light red and he let a charming smile pull at his lips while he shrugged in answer, neither denying it nor confirming it.
Ichigo pointed toward the paper that had been discarded to lay on the table, his chocolaty brown eyes still locked with the blue ones before him. "Still reading about the recent murders, I see."
A shark grin spread across the man's startlingly handsome features. "It's the only interesting thing going on around here, unless you know something I don't."
"Well, I'm sure I could find something to hold your interest..." Ichigo smirked, letting his eyes wonder toward the counter as if checking the amount of privacy they had. "but it's not exactly work appropriate..."
The man chuckled, his voice deep and roiling but the volume kept down as to not disturb the rest of the few customers in the small cafe this early. The young man before him truly was interesting, he would certainly be fun to toy around with for a bit. "Guess we'll have to stick to the news for now then."
"If you insist." Ichigo couldn't have held back his laugh if he had wanted to. Luckily, it didn't seem he would need to as the man he shared company with didn't seem to mind his flirty attitude in the least. "So what about the news, then?"
"Tch. I thought I gave my opinion yesterday." The man leaned back against the both he sat in, his arms comfortably resting across his defined chest and an easy smirk tugging his features.
"Right, 'a waste'." Ichigo said nodding, just a bit of offense ringing in his mind at what the man's opinion seemed to suggest. Perhaps he was like everyone else in this city; against the murders and disgusted by them.
The bluenette nodded, his smirk still firmly in place and looking more predatory by the second. "You seem like a pretty smart guy, what do you think about this 'Shinigami', then?"
Ichigo hesitated at answering the question. He knew what most people would expect to hear; that he was disgusted, fearful, that he hoped the police caught the perpetrator soon but at the same time, he almost wanted to tell this man the truth, like he was in the company of a like minded individual. To Ichigo, the work Shiro did, the work that he helped with, was beautiful. Grisly and brutal, sure, but angelic in it's own way, unique just like the man behind the murders.
The blue haired man seemed to notice his hesitation, possibly even recognize it for what it was and his grin grew to even larger proportions. "Come on, no need to be shy."
"I'm not shy." Ichigo scoffed at the man's teasing. "I just don't feel the same way about it as others. It doesn't really bother me. There's something poetic in what they do. I think it's more than just simple murder for them."
"Them?" The man mussed curiously, just as observant as the young man sitting across from him. He tilted his head slightly, a single brow raising in question.
Ichigo shrugged, not showing a bit of the spark of internal panic he felt. "He. She. It's hard to tell and there's no evidence to point in either direction."
The blue haired man nodded his understanding, thinking 'they' to be an ambiguous term to cover all the man's bases and keep an open mind as to the killer's identity.
"What about the other one?" Ichigo asked after the man didn't seem to have any forthcoming comment. "The 'Hollow' killer? Do you think that's a waste too?"
Again the man shrugged a bit, his broad shoulders raising just slightly before he spoke. "It doesn't really seem that way, since half the body's gone. He's got to be doing something with it, right?"
Ichigo laughed, happy to realize he wasn't scaring his customer and target away with his odd talk. "My...friend seems pretty set that the body was cut up to be put in the killer's fridge. He's got a bit of a twisted sense of humor."
It was the bluenette's turn to be surprised and his glacial eyes widened just slightly before he erupted in laughter. As the near manic glee seemed to die down slightly, a wide and aggressive grin still on the man's handsome features, he slowly straighten before standing from his seat.
"Better get going, don't want to be late." The man said, his deep voice rumbling in what sounded almost like a purr. "I'm Grimmjow, by the way."
Ichigo followed the man's lead, standing from his seat and shook the hand extended to him. "Nice to meet you, Grimmjow."
A sly smirk pulled at the orange haired man's features as he headed back toward the counter to get back to work. A matching expression pulled at Grimmjow's handsome face as he pushed the glass door open and sauntered out onto the street to disappear into the awakening city.
I really am loving this AU. What do you guys think?