When Shiro woke, Ichigo had him wrapped up in his arms, their faces so close Shiro felt like he was suffocating from Ichigo's presence. He sighed and tried sitting up, groaning loudly when his muscles seemed to all hurt at once.
Ichigo's eyes fluttered open, and it was then that Shiro noticed Ichigo had a silver band around his pupils that kept his brown caged. Ichigo let go of Shiro, frowning, and sat up. "Are you okay?"
"I'm alive…" Shiro murmured. "Why did you save me?"
Ichigo puffed up his chest. "I'm just that kinda gu-"
"No. No more of this." Shiro pushed himself, ignoring the pain he felt. "What I mean is… how did you save me? How did you know where I lived? And… y-you… you scared away my dad."
Ichigo frowned. "Whatever that thing is, he isn't your father. No father would touch their son in such a way…"
Shiro looked Ichigo in the eyes. "Please… I need to know what's going on. I guess, what I really want to know is… what are you?" He looked down. "You aren't human… I mean, I know this sounds crazy-"
"You're right." Shiro looked up at him, shocked. Ichigo sighed, "I'm not human… never was, not for as long as you knew me, and longer than that. Shiro, what I am is a monster, and you should be just as scared of me as you father was."
"But I'm not…" Shiro mumbled. He took Ichigo's hand and played with each finger. "You're not human, but you're not a monster. You aren't evil, Ichigo. I see you every day and-" His eyes widened when Ichigo put his finger to Shiro's forehead.
"I've hidden things from you. If you see what I do in the dark, you'll know I've never once willingly showed you my true face."
Shiro gasped as images flashed through his mind. He saw blood and tears, heard screams and shouts. There were a multiple of nightmares, and each one ended with Ichigo and him… "I see. I remember now… those blackouts, those lonely nights. They were really nights where I found you."
Ichigo nodded. He felt fingers snake around his thigh, could feel Shiro's heat as he pressed closer. "Shiro… what are you doing?"
"Shh… what I've wanted to do since I first saw you." Shiro's lips were against Ichigo's. Ichigo's eyes fell shut and he groaned, jumping when Shiro's nails teased his skin. He pulled Shiro closer. Moaning in delight at the human's taste, he pressed for more, soon finding Shiro lying on top of him.
Ichigo gasped and grabbed Shiro's hips, pulling him down for more friction. The human trembled and moaned above him, those gold on black eyes about as hungry and lustful as Ichigo.
Shiro instinctively snapped his hips when he felt a hand squeeze down on his member. He felt the zipper get dragged, down, the vibrations making him bite his lip to suppress the guiltiest moan he'd ever had.
And just like that, it was over. Ichigo pushed Shiro away and held him out with a bruising inhuman grip. "Please… stop now, before it's too late."
Shiro frowned and looked away. "I'm sorry…" he mumbled, climbing out of Ichigo's bed. Ichigo sighed and frowned at the loss of Shiro's heat. Ichigo's inhuman side pulled at his sanity, feeding him images of his darkest and most secret fantasies, and when he looked into Shiro's eyes he could see that Shiro was disappointed. Ichigo was, maybe, a little disappointed too that Shiro had listened to him.
"I'm young, compared to others of my kind… I haven't tamed this thirst. Now you know why I cannot see you, as much as I want to… I could kill you."
"You're a Vampire," Shiro murmured.
Ichigo nodded, looking down sadly. He noticed, slightly, that Shiro was still hard and had done nothing to hide it. Ichigo stood up and walked past Shiro. "I-I'll… make something for you to eat… I went shopping and got a bunch of cereals and fruits."
A smile tugged at Shiro's lips. "Thanks…"
The smile faded as Ichigo vanished from Shiro's sights. Damn. Ichigo felt better than he imagined he would, and they were so close too… but maybe Ichigo was right. There was definitely something monstrous about him, and Shiro couldn't deny that the orangette was something inhuman.
Shaking the previous events from his mind, Shiro followed Ichigo to the kitchen.
"Do you want to use the shower first?" Ichigo asked him without having to look up. "I can, well… let's just say blood smells sweeter when it's thick with lust."
Shiro blushed and looked up at the ceiling. "Y-Yeah… sure."
Ichigo heard him leave and a few minutes later he heard his shower running. After he was done chopping watermelon as a side dish, he stealthily stepped closer to the hallway. He heard muttered and angry words, followed by a soft gasp of his name. Ichigo hit himself in the forehead and returned to the kitchen.
He wants you too… just take him. Ain't gonna happen. You sensed it already. He has a dark soul. All it would take is a single bite. I will not make him into a monster. Many humans live their life with a dark soul and never become a creature of the night.
Ichigo reasoned with himself.
But you were oh so close earlier… His blood smells amazing, even more so when he's hard.
"Lucky Charms…"
Ichigo was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Shiro speak. He turned to find him wrapped up in a few towels.
"You got lucky charms… they're my favourite."
Ichigo smiled and pointed to a cupboard. "Bowls are in there. Spoons are in the drawer below." Shiro nodded and was about to move when Ichigo made a beeline for him. "I took some of you clothes… they're in the guest room. Or at least, it would be a guest room if I could get the stupid futon working."
Shiro followed Ichigo to his 'guest' room. He looked around, the room was very simple. There was a shelf stacked with books and a brown dresser where his clothes were sticking out of. The futon, was indeed, still folded in the corner. He changed when Ichigo wasn't looking, then went back to the kitchen and got his food. "Thanks for taking care of me. I'll understand if you want me to go."
"Nonsense… You're staying here where it's safe. Don't worry about me. I'll just be out more often…"
Shiro nodded in understanding, and returned to eating his cereal. He watched Ichigo leave and as soon as he was gone, Shiro's fingers trembled and the spoon fell into the bowl. Now that he understood why Ichigo was being so distant, it hadn't helped with the pain. He still wanted the orange haired Vampire, in fact, now he wanted him more than ever.
