Gripping the back of Ichigo's head, Hichigo pulled him in for a deeper kiss. He climbed onto the bed to straddle Ichigo's waist. His nails raked down the teenager's neck to the first buttons of his shirt. They were slowly undone, revealing a muscular, tan chest.
A white hand pinched one of the brown nipples, earning him a moan. His other hand slid down to stroke at Ichigo's side, who shivered accordingly at the small action.
It pleased Hichigo to see that he could make his king melt in his hands like that.
Their mouths parted, and a disappointed moan escaped Ichigo's bruised lips. Hichigo smirked, kissing gently down Ichigo's neck to his collar bone. He sunk his teeth into Ichigo's shoulder, remarking it. Ichigo squirmed under him, panting.
Hichigo's attention turned to one of Ichigo's nipples as he took it into his mouth, sucking roughly. From his position atop Ichigo, Hichigo could feel his king's erection hard against his ass.
The hollow laved the nipple a final time, moving down to Ichigo's navel. He nipped the flesh playfully, moving lower still.
"I'm only doing this once. Got it?" Hichigo hissed, grasping the proud erection that stood in front of his face.
Bending over, he licked the erection, listening to Ichigo yelp in surprise. He forced it backwards a little, raking his teeth against the flesh just under the head.
"Aaahhhh…What… the… hell?" Ichigo panted out, gripping his bed-sheet as the sensations filled him.
Feeling Hichigo's mouth engulf his erection—deep throating it—sent Ichigo over the edge until he was unable to withstand it any longer.
"I going… to re…release...!" Ichigo gasped.
Hichigo paid no mind to the writhing teenager, doubling in his efforts until Ichigo's seed filled his mouth.
He sat up, swallowing all the white fluid that his king has released. He glanced down to take in the sight of Ichigo struggling to regain his breath, flushed from the pleasure.
Hichigo forced Ichigo's legs apart and settled himself between them. He lapped at one finger until it was dripping with his saliva. It was then pushed it into Ichigo's hole, feeling Ichigo wriggle beneath him. Ichigo's movements send a jolt of ecstasy to his erection. He thrust his finger in and out of Ichigo's hole, loosing him. After a minute of prepping, Hichigo replaced his finger with his erection.
He felt Ichigo's walls clamp down on him hard, almost losing control over himself. He shook his head, quickly regaining it. His erection thrust repeatedly, creating a pace that seemed to work for both teenagers. Hichigo's mind became fuzzy from the tightness of Ichigo's hole.
They moved together, sweat shining slickly on their bodies. Their movements sped up until Ichigo screamed out his name, lost in a cloud of ecstasy. Hichigo came shortly after, having needed only a few more hard thrusts into the willing body below him.
Hichigo collapsed on Ichigo, trying to catch his breath. After what seemed like an eternity, the hollow pulled out of Ichigo. A moan escaped Ichigo at the loss of warmth and fullness.
"Ichigo, you need to take a bath before your—our dad comes back," Hichigo advised, removing his weight from atop Ichigo. He sneered, disappearing into the inner world, noting with joy the numerous cloud swings for him to amuse himself with. He snuggled up in one, falling into a deep sleep as soon as he closed his eyes.
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Ichigo gingerly arose from his bed, exiting the room. His destination was the bathroom.
"Let's try this again," Ichigo muttered, watching the hot water fill the bathtub a second time.
He glanced over his shoulder, half expecting Hichigo to be there.
"How did he put it? ...Oh, right. 'A good roll in the hay,'" Ichigo scoffed to himself, testing the water.
Finding that it was at a perfect temperature, Ichigo cast his clothes onto the tile, stepping into the water. He sunk down into it, sighing at the warmth. He could practically feel the feeling of shame from having sex with his hollow counterpart wash away with the liquid. Despite himself, he had enjoyed it.
Soon, Ichigo felt his eyes droop. He laid back, closed his eyes, and let sleep overtake him.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself in his inner world. He spun around, searching for Hichigo and Zangetsu. The zanpakutō spirit appeared before him.
"Where's Hichigo?"
"He's on... 'Cloud nine'," Zangetsu stated dully.
Ichigo misunderstood. "I knew he was happy, but—"
Zangetsu wordlessly pointed above them.
Ichigo's eyes snapped up, watching Hichigo float on a cloud that was incidentally shaped like a '9'.
"Well, that gives new meaning to 'being on cloud nine'," Ichigo said, arching an eyebrow.
"Ichigo," Zangetsu said, drawing the teenager's attention, "it's not fair that you pleasure Hichigo... and leave me out."
He wrapped an arm around Ichigo's naked torso, biting the back of his neck. Ichigo moaned, falling limp in his arms.
"Do you know all the spots?"
"Yes, I do. You will give me your ass, correct?" Zangetsu asked, nipping at Ichigo's collar bone.
Without waiting for an answer, his hand slid down to his own clothing and removed it quickly. His erection stood out as he pressed it against Ichigo's ass. Ichigo's own sleep-pants were abandoned carelessly.
Ichigo allowed himself to be guided onto Zangetsu's lap, his back flush with the man's chest. He quivered, anticipating the moment when the zanpakutō spirit would thrust into him.
Zangetsu slid his hands down to Ichigo's hips, gripping firmly. He jostled Ichigo, shoving his erection into his hole, sheathing fully inside him.
Ichigo arched his back and threw his head back onto Zangetsu's shoulder.
What Hichigo had done in the real world was nothing compared to this.
Hichigo awoke from the noise being generated by the two lovers. He peered over his cloud to see Ichigo riding Zangetsu.
"That's not right! Don't leave me out of that!" he shouted, furious.
He leaped off of his cloud, landing heavily in front of the two. He paused, eyes targeted on Ichigo's open mouth. He brought out his erection, nudging Ichigo's head towards it.
Ichigo, lost in pleasure, took the hard flesh into his mouth.
"I don't think you can deep-throat this, though," Hichigo smirked, pleased with his submission.
Ichigo sucked eagerly, his moans muffled as Zangetsu kept up his pace.
When Hichigo released, Ichigo's expression was one that the hollow wished to imprint on his mind forever.
Ichigo's eyes were glazed over with pleasure and Hichigo's cum dripped from his mouth. After a second, Ichigo swallowed it, eyes on Hichigo.
Hichigo collapsed on the ground, spent.
Seeing this, Ichigo found his release as well. His walls clamped down onto Zangetsu's penis, milking him of his seed. Ichigo fell forward onto Hichigo's lap, his head resting on the firm abdomen of his counter-part. All were fully satisfied.
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"Ichigo, wake up!Wake up!!!" Kon gasped out as he struggled to prevent Ichigo from drowning.
The plush toy vaguely heard a door close downstairs. He instantly streaked out of the bathroom, crying, "Ichigo is drowning! Ichigo is drowning!!"
Isshin heard this and hurried upstairs into the bathroom, grabbing for his son. Isshin pulled Ichigo out of the water.
"Ichigo, wake up, now!"
Ichigo came to with a jolt, noticing his father's terrified expression.
"Are you alright?! You know better than to fall asleep in the tub!" Isshin yelled. "Don't kill yourself because of that hollow!!"
"What the hell are you blabbing about?" Ichigo growled, shoving his father away. "Why the hell would I kill myself?!"
Ichigo climbed out of the tub, wrapping a towel around him self. "Get out, you pervert!"
Isshin was thrown out, the door slammed in his face.
"Damn it! Why did he have to come in?" Ichigo hissed, his head falling forward against the door.
Zangetsu appeared behind him and pulled him into an embrace. His arms wrapped around Ichigo's waist, holding him firmly. "Just tell him. It will be easier if you do. If you wish, Hichigo can help you talk to your father. Anything to end this. There will be no more of you hurting yourself. That's Hichigo's job."
Ichigo laughed lightly, seeing the truth in that.
"Even if you were unable to awake when you were under the water, I would have done so."
Zangetsu disappeared, allowing Ichigo to pull some clothes on that he had brought with him to the bathroom. After he was dressed, Ichigo went to his bedroom, falling onto his bed.
He had no intention of talking with his father.
Hichigo appeared instantly. "You're not doing what Zangetsu said."
"I don't wanna talk to him about it," Ichigo stated, turning away from his hollow.
"Listen here, you whiny little pussy! Get off your ass, and talk to—"
Isshin burst into the room, spotting Hichigo. He turned to Ichigo, seeing his back turned to the hollow.
'Why is his back to the hollow that had raped him?!'
Isshin glowered at Hichigo. "Who are you, and why are you here?"
"I'm here because this pansy won't talk to—" Hichigo was unable to finish his sentence once again because a pillow smacked his face.
"Shut the hell up, you bastard!" Ichigo snarled, sitting up.
"I'm Hichigo. I live in that idiot over there," Hichigo said, gesturing to Ichigo.
With every insult, Ichigo's scowl deepened. Finally, he jumped up to tackle Hichigo but was unexpectedly thrown back by a kick to his chest delivered by his hollow.
Hichigo sat on Ichigo, keeping him in place.
"This is a little confusing..." Isshin said, hesitant. "I know that Ichigo is a vizard, but I didn't know that hollows could leave their host."
"What?! You knew that?!" Ichigo and Hichigo exclaimed simultaneously.
"When your hollow is out, he has no reiatsu of his own... Very odd," Isshin muttered, analyzing Hichigo closely. "So he is your hollow?"
Seeing Ichigo nod, he stood up straight, addressing Hichigo. "If I find out that you hurt him badly with your sexual play, I will kill you, got it?"
"Tch. You can't kill me without killing King here," he said, smirking as fear took over Isshin's face. "Plus, I can't hurt him without getting into serious trouble with Zangetsu. He would strangle me and dumb-ass King wouldn't feel a thing."
Hichigo patted Ichigo's head mockingly, smirk widening. "Now what are you going to do,Dad?"
Somehow, Hichigo managed to make 'Dad' sound like an insult.
"Well, if you can't hurt him badly, and he lets you do that kind of stuff to him," he sighed, "have fun. Just don't wake the neighbors—or the town, for that matter."
Ichigo sputtered. "I don't let him!"
"Hichigo, come with me," Isshin said, a goofy smile tugging at his lips.
He dragged Hichigo by his arm, taking him downstairs.
"What the hell?!"
Ichigo rubbed tiredly at his temples, thinking about everything that has happened.
'First, he was angry about the whole sex thing. Then, he was furious that it was a hollow and that he was in my room. Just a moment ago he was scared about how he couldn't kill Hichigo without killing me. And just now, he accepted this whole thing and even took Hichigo to talk to him!'Ichigo thought, frustrated.
"This isn't right," he growled, staring at his door.
All he could do was wonder if this was a dream or a different reality.
"That was weird. Your father didn't just accept your sex life, did he?" Kon asked as he crawled out from under Ichigo's bed.
"Looks like it. Anyway, Kon, what the hell are you doing talking to my dad?!" Ichigo yelled, ripping Kon to eye-level by his mane.
"Your dad knows when I'm in your body, and he asked me about your hollow while you were gone earlier today!"
Ichigo snarled and began to give Kon his worst beating yet.
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"Now, I think you're a type who likes S&M. I'm right, aren't I?" Isshin asked as he got logged onto the computer. "I'm going to help you do it safely, whether you like it or not."
He typed something into the search bar, standing. "Sit here, look at these sites, and tell me what you want."
Hichigo was forced into the chair.
"I'll be right back. I have to make a phone call."
"Right… This is strange—Hey, I can use that on Ichigo!" He exclaimed, eagerly looking through a website, writing down names of toys and the sizes he would need. "Lucky for 'Kingy-poo' I know his sizes."
Isshin reentered the room in five minutes, eyes widening at the long list Hichigo had made. "Don't go over-board with it!"
Isshin snatched the list, scanning it.
"I need to write one more item," Hichigo growled, seizing the paper.
He scribbled one more thing onto the list before waving it in Isshin's face. "There. Quick question, though. How long before I can get some of these items?"
"I can get some of them tonight," he said, pulling out his wallet to see the amount of money it contained. "Well, I'm gonna get going. If Ichigo asks where I've gone, tell him I went to a friend's house and won't be back for two hours. Don't let Ichigo see you on this site or let him fall asleep. This does not mean you can fuck him to keep him awake. Do you hear me?"
Isshin grasped a handful of Hichigo's hair, ripping his head backwards to look into his demonic eyes. "One more thing: Let Ichigo have your ass once in a while. It'll help him become more willing when you want to take advantage of him."
With these final words, Isshin left.
Sometime later, Ichigo found his hollow on the computer. "What are you doing?"
"I was looking at this website. It explains different positions, but this one looks very painful," Hichigo said as he pointed to the screen.
"What?" Ichigo asked, peering over Hichigo's shoulder at the screen.
"It's called fisting. You stick your entire hand in someone's ass or vagina with your fingers straight and held closely together. Once inside, close your hand into a fist and start thrusting."
"Tell me you will never do that," Ichigo swallowed heavily, nails biting into Hichigo's shoulder.
"I won't. I want to fit back into you again," Hichigo assured, leering.
He turned away from Ichigo, searching the Internet again.
Ichigo flopped onto the couch and turned on the television.