4- Do they know ANYTHING about Privacy?!
A week had passed and both look-a-likes had gotten along well, except for when Ichigo accidentally sat a little too close to the albino, who always shot back and away from the vibrant haired colored teenager.
Today was one of those days, yet Ichigo grabbed onto the white haired form, frowning deeply.
"Look, Shiro, I don't get why you're so jumpy, but calm down." he hissed, a little annoyed.
"Well," the form huffed, tilting his head up with shut eyes, brows knitted together, an all-so-adorable pout on his alabaster face, "excuse me, King...but after what happened, I have th' right."
"No, you don't," the teenager snarled, "we won't be able to get over it if you don't talk to me about it!! Hey..." Those brown eyes trailed down, seeing a small lump on the Hollow's stomach. "...are you sneaking leftovers?"
"No," A golden-black orb opened, brows creased into a look of confusion, "your sister's cooking's great, and King, I like t' keep my meals small."
'That's odd though,' The High Schooler shrugged, pulling the protesting form close, burying his nose into the nape of the demon's neck, his orange bangs covering his face as he sighed, the hot breath brushing against Shiro's skin. 'Maybe his body's still not used to eating.'
"MY LOVABLE SON!!" Isshin cried swinging open the front door, both mirrors jumping as Ichigo snapped his head up to see a wide grin on his insane father's face. "MY, MY, MY! I DIDN'T KNOW YOU TWO WERE THAT CLOSE!! WHY DON'T YOU JUST MOVE IN WITH US, SHIRO?!"
Both glared at the man as he twirled on the tips of his toes into the kitchen as Yuzu followed in soon after, then Karin, both girls staring at their blushing brother and his 'friend'. "Ichigo, I know you and your friends are close...but God! Keep the queer friendships on the down low, you dolt!!" the dark haired girl cried, grabbing the soft-brunette's hand and dragging her along.
'His father's an idiot...' Shiro thought as his eyes widened in horror.
'My sister's insane...' Ichigo thought bitterly as he gritted his teeth angrily.
The white haired form glanced over his shoulder to Ichigo who was still frowning, releasing the calmed body, which stayed where it sat, Shiro slowly laying back down against the eldest Kurosaki sibling. "I'll listen," he muttered, face dawning with a deep pink blush, "...t' why ya did what ya did."
Ichigo nodded slowly, leaning his head down, swallowing as his lips parted, explaining, "When Rukia separated you from me, there was a feeling of pure bliss. So...when I saw you and when you told me they 'kicked you out' of my body, there was a feeling that began to rage inside me, I wanted to touch you...anywhere...I didn't care, as long as it was you I was touching."
"And I'm gonna kill that bitch," Shiro mumbled, his breath hitching once he felt the elder Kurosaki sibling's teeth graze his skin until the warm mouth as against his neck, kissing it. Tenderly, gently, not what the white haired form was expecting. "Ichigo..." he whined, pressing back, reaching behind himself and wrapping his arms around the lightly tanned form's neck, pulling him down closer. "Ngh...Ichi!"
"Heh, can't hold a grudge after all, can you?"
"Fuck you!" Shiro whimpered biting his lower lip. "I...I just...l-like it."
'For some unknown reason,' he added bitterly with a thought, arching up and into Ichigo, accidentally brushing his bottom against the boy's arousal, a husky growl emitting from the teen's throat. '...shouldn't have done that...'
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Shiro threw his head back with a gasp, his eyes widening as he wrapped his arms around Ichigo's slender neck, a blush covering his face, allowing it to actually have some color as the lightly tanned form lapped at his neck, a warm smile spreading across his features as he pulled out and slammed in once again.
Another cry was torn from Shiro's lips as he slammed his eyes shut biting his lower lip as his body trembled dangerously at the delicious friction. Parting from the albino's neck, Ichigo smiled down on his, planting a soft, innocent kiss upon the snow white colored lips.
"Mmm...Ichigo," Shiro breathed out, burying his fingers into the bright colored hair. His back arched, only sending the teenager over the edge, taking in the vulnerable sight before him, gritting his teeth as he slammed his hazed brown eyes shut.
His release pouring out as Shiro moaned, loving the feel, like there was fire raging in his insides, arms falling down as the form above him fell slightly, planting his elbows onto the mattress, his head hung as raspy breaths were taken in and released, alabaster fingers lifting and brushing the locks out of the boy's face, seeing that his cheeks were a deep scarlet red.
"If...I swear, if you tell anyone," Ichigo panted, lifting his head to gaze into the duplicate's golden-black eyes, "what I did...I'll kill you."
"Or possibly fuck my ass so hard it'll tear wide open," Shiro grinned.
The lightly tanned teenager shook his head in disbelief. "I doubt that," he growled, "besides, I never took you for one to bottom." A smug smirk slid onto his handsome face as the albino growled, narrowing those brilliant eyes. "Always figured you for top."
"You're so lucky my ass hurts, Ichigo," he hissed, but both jumped when they heard the door slam open, their heads turning hastily to see Isshin standing there with a horrified Rukia. "YOU! You goddamn bitch!" the Hollow screeched angrily, pointing an accusing finger at her, flipping it to the birdie.
"ICHIGO!" the raven haired shinigami cried, deep violet eyes wide from shock, stunned as she stared at the scene before her, luckily they hand blankets covering the unnecessary parts that were not for display. "W-what is this?! Y-you're...with that thing?! I thought you didn't want him apart of you!!"
"You separated us?" the brown eyed teen breathed out, not able to stop Shiro before he flash stepped and pinned Rukia to the wall by her throat, his fingers coiled around it as he narrowed his eyes, growling. "Shiro!"
The dark haired man looked between the three forms in the room, then turning as he shook his head. "Children have a weird way of –"
His dark eyes looked over Shiro once more, realizing he was completely naked, blood slowly oozing out from his nose, just imagining the things the albino had done with his son. Clapping a hand over the bleeding appendage, he ran out of the room, slamming the door shut.
Ichigo shook his head as he stood, pulling on a pair of boxers and quickly trailing over to Shiro, grabbing him by the shoulders and spinning him around, smashing their lips together in a rough kiss.
The raven haired girl stared in horror, wide eyed after she collapsed onto the ground, both look-a-likes parting with pants, placing their foreheads together as Ichigo narrowed his eyes at the white haired Hollow.
"Calm down," he whispered, "we already have enough...problems on our plate, now get cleaned and dressed while I talk to Rukia." Nodding reluctantly, Shiro separated himself from the orange haired teen and walked over to where the clothes were as Ichigo's eyes went over to Rukia. "He's not a thing," he growled.
Grr...this chapter's nothing but messed up and all over the place. I wanted comedy, got it, I wanted some peek at intimacy, got it, but didn't get the chapter I wanted!! Sorry for the late update, please review...