Title: Demonic

By: Metamorcy

Rating: M

Pairing: Ichigo x Shirosaki, that is the only pairing

Disclaimer: don't own Bleach, only Sheeva, Sanu, Draka, Mur, Venom, Flora and Mayu, they are all my made up characters

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

N/A: Hmmm…I don't have many things to say on this today. Wow, that's a first. Except make sure to read the first paragraph at the bottom.

Chapter 4

Ichigo fluttered his eyes open in confusion, for the first time since coming here, he had woken up alone. His hands searched for the familiar warmth that was supposed to be beside him but found none. 'Perhaps he's already up.' Thinking that, he lifted up his head from the fluffy pillow; his mind trying to search for the recognizable scent and body but Shirosaki wasn't here. His chest contracted into a painful squeeze, and sat up.

He was alone.

"Shiro-sama?" He called out, rubbing his right eye to get rid of any lingering sleepiness. The swordsmen glanced around the room for the second time. There was no one in here.

Ichigo swung his feet over the bedside, standing up while holding the bed sheets around his body. He reached over to the side, grabbing his clothes and placed them on, putting the sheets back. Slowly wandering the room, he searched for the familiar white and annoying grin but found nothing.

"Kurosaki-kun?" A voice reverberated through the door while something knocked on the wooden surface. Before Ichigo could reply, it opened, Orihime strolling in, smiling like always but she had a slight worried expression. He could see through the tough exterior immediately, knowing she was trying to keep it hidden.

"What's wrong?" He asked, walking closer.

Orihime tilted her head to the side in an innocent act. "What are you talking about? Nothing's wrong."

Ichigo narrowed his eyes, staring coldly at the woman. "Don't try, I've known you long enough to tell when you're hiding something."

"Oh…Well…Kurosaki-kun." She hesitated, pausing for a moment, seeing as she has been found out. "…Are you able to fight?"

Ichigo blinked his brown pools, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, but I don't have my sword, it was taken away before I came here. Without that, I can't fight." He rubbed the back of his head, scratching his hair. "Why do you need to know anyway?"

"Well, you see, Shiro-sama is having a meeting with some of the demon lords. Sadly during that time, certain lords, the power-hungry ones, take advantage of that moment, seeing as our leader is unable to leave the room. The lords order their armies to attack this place, thinking that without Shiro-sama the castle will be an easy taking. And that's where we come in; we fight outside the castle to protect it. Though not all of us can, like me, I can only heal so I'm an in-between but right now we need more that can fight on the exterior." Orihime smiled, fingering her hands and rapidly voiced an idea when it popped into her mind. "So if I'm able to get you a sword, do you think you could fight?"

Ichigo wiggled his nose and sighed. 'Well, it couldn't be that bad.' Plus, he really needed to put his energy into something other than wandering the castle and sleeping. "Alright, I'll do it."

The expression on the red head lightened instantly, rushing outside the room in search for the required item. Ichigo chuckled nervously, backing into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Just what has he gotten himself into?

"Now, where am I supposed to go?" The swordsmen grumbled, wandering aimlessly around the tower. He glanced outside into the sands but saw nobody, there was no army on its way. No people, so what did Orihime mean? Plus, not only that, he never got the sword nor was told where he was supposed to go. Ichigo had pondered over the idea of sneaking into Shirosaki's meeting to see what the hell was going on but decided not to at the last moment (its held in a different room, not where the throne is). He'd rather not find out and be punished for it later on. Ichigo winced at the thoughts of it. So far, he hadn't gotten anymore after that last one (from the last chapter) but he knew that sooner or later, there was going to be another.

"There you are." A voice called out from behind, catching Ichigo's full attention. The orange-haired man twisted around, staring at the speaker.

He thought his heart had fluttered for a moment but shaked his head, thinking nothing of it, pushing it back into the far recesses of his mind. The swordsmen took a step forward at the person. "Shiro-sama?"

"Sorry for leaving ya in there all alone in the morning like that. I had to wake up early for some idiots." Shirosaki grinned, wrapping an arm around Ichigo's waist, tugging him closer. A yelp escaped from the younger, placing his arms before him to stop from slamming into the chest. "As Orihime had probably informed you of, I had a meeting to attend to except at the moment, we're taking a little break. Though, if I had the choice, I'd rather take the chance of taking another bath with you."

Ichigo blushed lightly when the fingers raised up to stroke his cheeks. "Pervert." He stared into the golden eyes unaware of something slipping into his right hand. It wasn't until something cold shivered up his spine that he gazed down however Shirosaki budged nearer. The swordsmen could feel a smooth surface yet rough like a grip/handle and recognized it as he was familiar with these sorts of things. "Are you giving me a sword?"

The demon prince smirked, pulling back, letting the other go. "Not giving, borrowing. You've got to pay me for using it."

The orange-haired man glanced down to the thin sword; it looked like an exact replica of Tensa Zangetsu except the color was backwards. Ichigo lifted it up, feeling for the hold and weight. The pure white blade dazzled in the moonlight (remember it's always night in this world), the metal chain at the end flickering. It was perfect; he could definitely fight with this but Ichigo swiftly glanced back at the demon prince when he finally got the meaning of the offer. "Aren't I going to reimburse you by helping?"

The albino's grin widened. "That's for Orihime and for everyone else here. The sword's mine, you got to pay for that." He lifted up the chin, cupping it, staring into the brown pools with lust. "After the battle is done, come to the throne room."

With that, Shirosaki pulled reverse, heading down the hallway but not before saying one last thing.

"Ya better head to the front gate, the army is getting closer."

Ichigo shivered as he stared at the demon prince then glanced down at the sword before going back to the retreating form. His expression was shaped in sheer horror; he was going to do something like that again. A loud moan escaped his throat and slanted his head towards the ground. He was doom.

Groaning, he ran off, finding his way to the first floor with ease since he had gotten the time to investigate. He spotted the large four-way intersection and glanced down each one of them, trying to remember which way was correct.

The sounds of footsteps echoed through the far left side, the northern one from his position. A female appeared through the darkness, snickering. He recognized the spiders that were crawling down the woman's frame and the black silky hair that slicked down to the knees.

He asked the spider lady, seeing as she would most likely know. "Oh, Mur, which way should I go?"

"Which way?" She giggled, raising a black-nailed finger to her lips, smiling. "That way." Mur pointed to the left, the way she had come from. "Everyone is already there, Orihime too."

"Okay, thanks." Ichigo quickly said, running off to the appointed direction, holding onto the sword tightly. It had been a while since he'd been able to fight, finally a time to flex his muscles. He dashed to the front area where he spotted two large doors slightly open with a large pile of sand fluttering in. Squeezing through the gap, his feet stepped into the desert, his weight sinking in. Ichigo's brown pools perceived a small group of people standing before him, all surrounding a large rock. He recognized them as Sanu, Draka, Sheeva and one other person, who was resting in the shadows. She had dark green hair that went down to the thighs and had eyes of the same color but the pupils were slits, almost like a snake. As he thought that, two creatures poked out from between her breast, slithering along her body, which by the way, was covered in a dress. It was a dark red with little speaks of blue here and there and had trims of forest green circling along the ends. The sleeves were a little like Mur's as they were long but there was no design on it. Ichigo shivered as he observed the two snakes, sticking their pink tongues out, flickering them lightly.

He strolled closer to the others while keeping an eye out for the woman. "Who's that?"

Sheeva glanced back, her brown hair dancing along her shoulder. "Who?" She got the message as she followed the stare. "Oh, that's Venom, she's Mur's younger sister. Little note to remember, don't mess with her."

Ichigo tilted his head slightly. "What do you mean?"

"She not like Mur at all, she'll kill you if you get in her way. Best thing is, don't get near her, that's how we keep the peace." The woman sighed, rubbing the back of her head. Sanu wandered over, catching the conversation, the closed lids of his eyes stared at the swordsmen.

"There are actually three more people but they hardly ever appear. You might see them around one day, oh, and Mur won't be fighting; she said she's not in the mood."

"Ah, I wouldn't worry about her." Draka entered the little discussion, arms behind his head, uncaring about the now approaching group of monsters. Ichigo noticed it from behind, staring at the large number and felt his hands tightening on the sword. It was made of demons; all shaped differently and had a killing aura surrounding them. Many of the creatures were ugly looking with the disfigured faces and bodies that appeared like it had gone through the shredder. "She'd rather eat then kill."

"Eat?" The swordsmen whispered dreadedly.

"Yeah, she likes to consume people but she's really picky though. Only good-looking ones will go in and sometimes the cute ones too." The ninja swatted his head humorously, twisting around so he could face the crowd that was getting nearer. "I wouldn't worry any way; Mur won't eat you…even if you are handsome."

This didn't make him feel better and he was wondering about this 'other three' Sanu had mentioned. Sad to say, he didn't have any time to think about it as a large bolt of lighting stuck down a few meters away from where he was standing. He tensed, lifting up his sword (strange to say, no one was questioning about it), pointing it at the creatures. Draka was already gone when he glanced over to him, vanishing into thin air and Sheeva was rushing forward, fists clenched up. Sanu hesitated for a second as if he was examining something then began sauntering forward. As that was happening, Ichigo realized that the blind man was carrying a spear in one hand.

(This is where things get really bloody so if you don't like skip to the last few sentences before the divider)

Ichigo took a deep breath before using Shunpo to get himself above the army, standing in mid-air and safe from their attacks though the arrows were a little different. He quickly gathered the group's numbers and types (there were no flying ones) before jumping into the fray, dicing one of the monster's arms off. Blood squirted out, darkening the sands surrounding his feet. Some even managed to get onto his clothes but ignored it, his attention entirely focused on killing. He decapitated three demons in one swing; watching as their heads fly off and the red liquid shoot out in a continuous spout. The bodies flopped lifelessly to the ground before melting into a pile of gooey blood. He flicked his sword, ridding of the leftover liquid and paused for a second to examine the area.

A loud roar came from his side; part of the army was enraged by his action and jumped him all at once. Ichigo narrowed his eyes, raising the Tensa Zangetsu look-alike above his head and cut through with a loud cry of "Getsuga Tenshou". A large black blade shot out of the white, slicing the demons in half, splitting them right down the middle. Ichigo glanced down at the sword, wondering why the attack hadn't been white seeing as it was the same color. Deciding to ignore it, he shaked his head, pushing his thoughts back and continued on. He jumped into the air, severing off a few more heads and observed the area for any break-through. None, the demons were all falling to their deaths. The desert was drenched in crimson and it almost sickened him to his stomach.

The swordsmen glanced to the side watching Sheeva pound her way through the crowd, sending out powerful shockwaves that rattled the ground. He could even feel them up here in the air. Ichigo couldn't spot Venom anywhere as she had disappeared into the darkness but he could see Draka cutting everything separately with swift slashes. Body parts were flying off, dancing in the air like little bugs before making a crash landing on the demons below. Sanu was doing well for himself as well, there wasn't a single spot of liquid on his clothes and surrounding him was nothing more then bodies and puddles. He glanced down at his sword, watching as the blood that had been collected (again) drip off, sliding down the smooth surface. His brown pools stared at the building he was protecting, catching something green and black in his vision. It was only for a second as it disappeared. Ichigo tilted his head, pondering if it had been an illusion before refocusing his attention back on the army; this was no time to get distracted.

Ichigo sighed, exhausted from all the fighting. It didn't really take that long but the creatures had begun piling up since there were so many of them. During it, he had learned to never get on Sheeva's bad side. The woman was scary, she was able to punch through a couple of demons with her bare fists and sometimes the heads went flying right off in one hit.

He sighed again, entering the throne room, wanting nothing more than to take a shower and to go to bed. As he stepped to the middle of the area, Ichigo was greeted with Shirosaki, sitting on the throne, looking quite smug.

"Looks like you've finished with the business outside." The demon prince grinned, his inverted pools staring with one hand propping up the head. He chuckled, surveying the other, who seemed a little frightened. "You better pay for what you owe before it…stacks up."

Ichigo grunted in distress, heading closer to the demon prince with an air of dread. He impeded in front, glancing down at the beaming face. "W-What…do you want me to…do?"

Shirosaki's smirk grew wider, leaning forward. "Eh? You're actually going to listen? Are you beginning to learn your place?"

"No…" The swordsmen paused, gazing away. "Knowing you, I don't have a choice. You'd only make it harder for me later on."

The albino sneered teasingly, licking his lips. "Good boy, now, I think you should know what to do."

Ichigo made a sound of protest in the back of his throat and kneeled down before the other, taking a deep breath. Tossing the sword aside, he reached forward, catching the white coat and pulled it apart. The albino remained still, inspecting with interest. The orange-haired man then got in-between the legs and slid the pant and underwear down.

"Oh, so you do know." Shirosaki watched as Ichigo grabbed a hold of his erection and took it into his mouth. His grin widened, snickering at the swordsmen's position. "That's it, you learn quickly."

Ichigo bobbed his head up and down, feeling disgusted with himself and for the fact that he was doing this willingly. A pale hand grasped into his silky locks, gripping it tightly. His chocolate eyes glanced up curiously, wondering on what the demon prince was going to do. Shirosaki's smile was able to make the other tremble and when his grip tautened, he thrusted Ichigo deeper on him. There was a startled and chocking yelp from the swordsmen but he ignored it.

"If you want me to let go, you better do it faster." By that, Ichigo did, his tongue traveling around the member. He tried anything to make the grasp loosen and it did as a low moan came from above. He bobbed his head quickly, the pace getting faster. "A-Ahh…not bad, Ichi." The demon prince ran another hand through the hair, letting the other relax into the caresses. He squeezed his eyes firmly, quietly gasping as he came into the mouth. As that happened, he pressed Ichigo further and forced him to swallow every bit until it was gone. When Shirosaki released his hold, letting the swordsmen go, a little of the cum trickled down the chin. Ichigo reached up, wiping the remaining off and dressed the demon prince before standing up. He coughed at the remaining in his throat and was about to walk off.

"Oi! Where do you think you're going?"

The swordsmen froze, tensing up. He twisted back to the other in fear of what the man was asking. "To the bathroom…"

Shirosaki shaked his head in disappointment. "Not yet. Now, get back over here." He patted his lap, smiling seductively.

Ichigo quietly shuffled, swallowing thickly, crawling onto the lap, legs spread apart, hanging at each side.

"Don't worry, this time I'll be doing the work." Shirosaki grinned as he pulled the robes slightly and slid a hand into the pants. The orange-haired man flinched; squeezing his eyes shut especially when the cool hands touched his member. "Oh, you're already hard."

"S-Shut up!" Ichigo screamed as the ghostly fingers fondled his erection. He let out a deep moan, unable to control what he was doing as the hands got faster. "Ah, ahh! S-Shirooo!!"

"You really like this." The albino leered, watching as his slave fall into his hands. "You're a dirty boy but that's what I like about you." He pumped the erection faster, observing Ichigo crumble in the process. The swordsmen clutched the white shoulder, hugging the body tightly and raised his hips up. Letting out a horsed groan, Ichigo bit his bottom lip, unable to stop the shudders of pleasure that came up his spine. Shirosaki glanced behind the orange-haired man to the darkness of the room and called out. "Hey, Mur, I wouldn't hide there like that if I were you."

The spider lady or queen, as everyone called her, strolled out, a couple of her babies following her feet, twitching their front legs. She had a smile on her face, like she had just had a good meal. Mur flipped her right hand, the sleeve jiggling with the movements. "Seems like you adore this one."

"S-Shirroooo!!" Ichigo cried, lost in delight, clinging harder onto the demon's shoulder. "Shirroooo!! Please!!"

"As you wish." The albino leaned up, elevating the other higher and wrenched down the pants with one hand. He could see the erection in his hands, already pre-cumming. Ichigo buried his face into the crook of the neck, clawing at the white skin. He wanted more, more of the pleasure that was coursing through his body. It felt so fucking wonderful, just like any time the demon prince played with him. He desired it and he couldn't stop (and Shiro wasn't helping). The swordsmen lifted up his head, staring up into Shirosaki's eyes, unaware of Mur who was watching behind. Leaning forward, he captured the pale lips, slipping his tongue into the hot cave. The taste he received at the action was so pleasant that he deepened it, closing his eyes.

Shirosaki beamed, sucking gently on the invading tongue, earning a low moan. He continued the pumping, furiously kissing the tasty mouth before drawing back for breath. Turning his attention away from the slave, his golden pools glared at the spider queen. "Don't get any funny ideas, Mur. He's just entertaining to watch."

"That's not what it looks like to me. It seems to be a lot deeper and you know that." Mur snickered, licking her fingernails that had some blood on it. "Its like you've fallen for the human."

"What?" Shirosaki growled, he was going to reply further but was cut off by Ichigo. A little startled by the sudden kiss, he glistened his eyelashes before slowly plunging into it, responding back eagerly. He ran a hand up into the locks and crushed their lips bruisingly.

"Well, anyway, I'll see you later. The rest of my children are calling me." Mur stepped back into the darkness, the spiders following.

It was at that moment that Ichigo let out a loud scream, coming messily into the hand below. His hips were still up and gradually heaved down before collapsing forward, the head landing back into the crook of Shirosaki's neck. He moaned, quivering his legs and took a deep breath. "Damn…you."

"I'm glad you liked it." The albino smirked, watching the visage before him heat up and argue back that he didn't. Shirosaki used the legs that were beside him and wrapped them around his waist, lifting the orange-haired man up when he stood up. Ichigo let out a surprised yell, clasping the neck carefully so he wouldn't fall. "Now if I heard correctly, you wanted to go to the bathroom, right?"

The other glanced up; somewhat feeling uncomfortable of what was going to happen next. "Yeah?"

"Well then, let's first take a bath together. All that fighting must have made you all sweaty."

"What?! No!!" Ichigo jolted up, kicking his feet wildly.

"Aw, it'll be fun!" Shirosaki leaned in, kissing the forehead, laughing all the way.

"Pervert!! Let me go!!"

This chapter is suposed to tell about what the people do around the castle and a little about what Shirosaki does. Aswell as that he has a lot of enemies, they all want his position and power. There wasn't really supposed to be a sex scene but I added a small one just for you guys and that Shiro is slowly falling. And no there is no bath scene for the next chapter, I've already done enough bath scenes on fanfics (3 or 4, can't remember) and I don't want to do anymore. Sorry for all you people that really wanted one.

I would have done this earlier if I hadn't gotten a new game that occupied my time :( I almost finished it too but decided to get lazy and hold it off so I can do this for you guys first…but then I got distracted again, this time by driving a car. Its fun though I almost got my mom and I killed by accident…a few times, maybe about 5, 6 times…or more (at least I passed my road test, yay for me!!).

Be a dear and review. Please!