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. Don't own Sync, Luc or Lloyd, just the evil versions of them I made.

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

N/A: Since someone in 'Session' wanted to know why the last part was there in the previous chapter, I'll make it short. The flames have an important part in 'The Return' later in the chapters and I thought that some people, who were reading that fanfic, would like to know since I left a little note on the bottom as to which one it was placed into. Sorry for the confusion, that's why I said either read it or just ignore it. Hope you don't mind.

Chapter 7

"Aw, come on, Ichigo."

"No!"

"Please."

"No!"

"Aw, Ichigo, it's just a fight, nothing bad is going to happen."

"I refuse!"

Shirosaki pouted, grumbling to himself. He wanted Ichigo to go out and fight off some wandering demons outside. He, of course, would be with him but the orange-haired man didn't seem too keen on the idea. "And why not?"

"Since I'm no longer your slave, you don't really have any right to force or keep me here." Ichigo huffed, slinging Tensa Zangetsu around his hand by the chain. The orange-haired man wanted to leave and search out his friends but Shirosaki refused, saying that it could only bring more trouble and let Soul Society know that he was alive and his friends' location. He really wanted to go out there and beat the living shit out of those deceiving bastards and yet no matter how many times he had tried to convince the demon prince to allow him, he was still declined. As he turned around, two arms wrapped along his waist with a chest up against his back but he didn't jump, he was used to these types of situations. Ichigo wiggled his nose and tried thrusting his sword sheath back to get the guy off but his attack was stopped in mid-air. Shirosaki had grabbed the cover, keeping a strong grip on the handle with ease.

"Oh dear, you shouldn't do such dangerous things." The albino cooed, nibbling at the neck that was presented in front of him. He sent small kisses up and down, driving his tongue along the soft flesh, perhaps he could try another way to convince his lover.

"A-Ah!"

Ichigo instantly bended his neck to the side, allowing better access, almost dropping his sword. The guy really knew how to get him going and without even trying too. He cursed his luck in being sensitive. Shirosaki grinned, weakening his grip and reached down to the fingers, yanking them apart. Finger by finger, it came loose and soon the sword dropped, letting it clatter on the ground repeatedly, bouncing until it stopped. He continued his attack, his other hand going down into the pants.

Ichigo jolted at the touch, trying to oppose. "N-No! Wait!"

Shirosaki snickered, letting the other hand go further, diving deeper into the clothes as he unzipped it. "Now, now, don't resist." He chewed harder on the skin, his hands yanking the pants down to the knees, the underwear too. The erection was exposed, a pale hand stroking over it smoothly.

"S-Stop." Ichigo half-moaned, half-sneered, closing his eyes tightly as he felt the cold hands glide over his cock continually. He arched his head, resting it on the albino's shoulder, his resistance weakening and Shirosaki took that moment twirl the other around, pushing him down to the floor. Slightly knocked out of his pleasure-high state, Ichigo blinked, staring at his new position. "W-What? What are you doing?""

Shirosaki snickered, grinding their hips together, lifting up Ichigo's legs for easy access. He rubbed their cocks together heatedly; the only thing between them was the pants the demon prince still had on. He groaned and watched as the other wrapped his arms around the neck, squeezing tightly. He went into a steady rhythm while controlling his own hormones, he wanted to make his lover do something first. Pumping Ichigo's faster; he slammed his body hotly into the other's, his breaths deepening.

"Oh god!" Ichigo almost screamed, his legs casing along the waist. "Ah! Y-You're teasing me, damnit!"

"But it feels wonderful, doesn't it? Of course, I'm still wearing everything and if I went inside of you, you just might tip over the edge." Shirosaki grinned, whispering the seductive words into the ears, watching the other huff, arching his back more. He kissed the neck and shoulders, pushing the coat back. "Now, will you come with me?"

"Oh god, yes!" Ichigo cried out by instinct and soon after he was let go, his head hitting the wall. The warmth on his body vanished, leaving nothing. Little stars danced around his vision before shaking it off and glared at the older man. He had been tricked, his legs still spread out, revealing the obvious hard-on. "You bastard!"

Shirosaki just beamed, stepping away. "Come on, you said yes."

"Argh, I hate you so much right now!"

"And that's why you love me."

Ichigo grumbled, slashing through the demons that were hiding above the sands. Swinging his sword across, the sharp edge sliced into the flesh, defeating the ones that were too close. Many of them were so deformed that he didn't even want to describe how they looked like. He drove his sword into another demon's body, cutting it in two. He paused for a moment, glancing over to Shirosaki, who was easily destroying them without a beat of sweat on his face. The albino was just swinging his sword around, dicing down anyone that got too close and sometimes sending a dark energy blade attack towards large gatherings. All in all, the older man was finding this as a simple warm-up practice, swaying his arms and beheading them without even caring.

"What's wrong, Ichi?" Shirosaki gazed over, catching the stare of the other. "Getting tired? Or have my charms started to memorize you."

"Hell no!" Ichigo twisted back, concentrating on the demons that were gathering around them during their pause. The swordsmen let out a low battle cry, dashing into them, slashing the creatures apart.

Screams came from the monsters. "It's a human!"

"A human!?"

"Food at last!"

Ichigo snorted, tightening his grip. Damn these creatures, they were always hungry for flesh and blood. They would constantly surround him just because he was meat in their visions. Wait…demon…The swordsmen glanced out of the corner of his eyes. Shirosaki was a demon too but so far, the albino has made no move on using him as meal besides making fun of him, teasing, successfully getting into his pants and the list could go one but he'll stop at that before embarrassing himself further. Honestly, Ichigo loved the demon prince and was really hoping that he would never do such a thing. He was so deep in thought that he hadn't noticed a monster sneaking up on him. And when he did, it was already too late to react.

A flash of white covered his vision for a moment. Shirosaki had not only slain the beast but also killed everything within a twelve meter radius of themselves on ground while he had been thinking. The demon prince rotated to him with a teasing leer. "Hey, you're not getting lazy, are you?"

Ichigo wiggled his nose, about to make a fuss when he twisted to stab his sword into the ground. The sand below turned a deep red, spreading out from the puncture. "No, you idiot!" Ichigo had now noticed just how tough Shirosaki was, having seen him fight for the first time. The demon prince was powerful, more so than anyone else he had ever faced before (he never confronted Death and his two buddies but Sanu said they were stronger than the leader), maybe more then the old fart at Soul Society. His expression faulted at mentioning that place, his mind going back to his family's and friend's deaths. He wanted to go find them so badly, his fingers unconsciously tightened on his sword, leaving white marks. Snapping himself out of it, he shaked his head, concentrating back on the battle, not that there were much left anyway. The leftovers had decided going underground, thinking it would be safer than in view but the numbers were very little. The two went back to work, killing off the rest, stabbing the earth, Shirosaki snickering in the background.

It didn't take long to finish off everything.

"Phew!" The swordsmen sighed, slugging Tensa Zangetsu over his shoulder, staring at his handy work. It had been an easy yet tiring battle. The whole placed was covered in guts and corpses and it was a little sickening to his stomach. His eyes twisted to the demon prince, who was wiping his blooded sword on a creature's garbs. Ichigo groaned silently, not wanting to look at the battlefield and glanced down, rubbing in-between his forehead before gazing back up. He caught sight of Shirosaki licking his lips and he began questioning if that was a habit of his or not. Ichigo paused; his mind was really starting to wonder for the simplest things again.

In the amidst of that conclusion, an abrupt idea struck him. He grinned at it, perhaps he should test it out.

"Well, that's done." The demon prince strolled back to the other side where he noticed Ichigo slumping over. A little of panic came over his expression and rushed to the orange-haired man's side. Could Ichigo have gotten attack while he hadn't been watching? "Hey, are you alright?"

"My hand." By reaction, the swordsmen raised his limb, straightening himself. A large gash was across the palm but not deep that it would need stitches. Ichigo had a fake pissed off expression since he secretly had been the one to do it and placed the bleeding palm near Shirosaki. The demon prince reached for it, snatching the hand and stared at the flowing liquid.

"What happened?" The albino let his pale fingers run over the fluid and finally noted something. The cut is too clean; it could only be done... "You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

"And what if I did?" Ichigo kept his calm attitude on, gazing at the face.

"Why are you doing it?" The inverted eyes narrowed, glaring coldly at the man. "What's the whole point of doing this?"

"I wanted to know you better and to see how you would react."

"How I would react?" Shirosaki raised an eyebrow. "Why would you want to know that?"

"Cuz all the other demons want my blood, all except for you and I want to see what would happen if you lost your cool."

The albino grinded his teeth together in frustration, not believing what he was hearing. "I'm trying not to attack you for doing this. You don't know how much this sucks for me."

Ichigo raised an eyebrow. "So you're telling me that you hold back your blood-lust?"

Shirosaki nodded his head, glancing warily to the side. "Yeah, in total, I've gotten pretty good at doing that and have succeeded in no longer needing it but I can't help it and sometimes look at blood and think 'I want it'."

Ichigo tilted his head to the side. "But I thought like vampires, if they drink the right amount of blood or type, it'll actually make them stronger."

The albino deadpanned. "What the hell are you reading, boy? I'm not vampire but I do drink blood. I do it out of satisfaction and for strength. Sometimes I can get some powers if I drink the right one but that rarely happens now a days. It's all about staying alive."

"I see." Ichigo glanced down at the self-inflicted wound, watching the blood pool into a puddle in the hand. Droplets of it was leaking through his fingers and over the side. He narrowed his eyes; this was going to be a difficult mess to clean up. "Well it'd actually be a waste if all this goes into the ground. I think you should take it and I'm starting to feel a little woozy from all the blood lost."

The older man paused for a moment, glimpsing down at the liquid then to Ichigo, repeating the action a few more times before giving in. "…Damn it, you're really asking for it, you know." The demon prince grumbled, gripping the still bleeding hand. He gazed coolly at the crimson that was oozing out deliciously. It really would be a waste to let this go. Sticking out his blue tongue, he lapped it up gently, tasting it. It was suburb, sweet and juicy just how he liked it and it danced perfectly on his taste buds. Before the albino knew it, he was attacking the puddle viciously, sucking it down like water. He had been deprived of this type nectar for such a long time and it didn't take long before the wound was cleaned and healing. Shirosaki pulled back, a little bit of the red on his chin. He licked his lips trying to get to it but missed. Ichigo snickered, using his sleeve to wipe it away, keeping a smile on his face.

"Man, I sure picked a winner." The albino mumbled. "Handsome, strong and tasty…and maybe flexible too." He grinned, knowing the meaning of his words. The orange-haired man blushed deeply, figuring it out and glanced away. Shirosaki decided now was the ideal time to ask. "Do you want to be my life partner?"

Ichigo stared long and hard. "W-What?"

The albino sighed, repeating it. "Do you want to be my life partner? I would say wife but you'd get angry."

This time the carrot-top didn't answer, gaping in shock.

"I'm not kidding, you know."

Ichigo coughed, stuttering over his words, shaking his hands in front of him. "B-But I'm h-human, damn it!" He waved faster. "I-I'm not doing it, no, no, no, no!"

"And why not?" Shirosaki huffed, shifting closer, eying Ichigo. "I love you and I won't mind having you as a human, you're strong enough and you're worthy of being with me. All those other demons are only thinking of my powers and rank but not me. I'd like someone that would actually care."

"But how would people react? A human and a demon together won't go well with everyone."

"So?" Shirosaki shrugged uncaringly. "Most of the people at the castle don't care, they're all yaoi fangirls and the guys are gays, well, most of them. I see no problems. Plus the news of us getting together won't travel to the other realms except for the demon world. Also, I don't give a shit; I just want someone that's perfect for me. Human, demon, angel, even a damn alien, it doesn't matter, as long as it fits my life."

Ichigo's right side of his mouth twitched. "…You're insane."

"Been called worse." He took that moment to capture the mouth, slipping his tongue into the inner cave from the opening. It slid over the warm flesh, sucking lightly, trying to get a response. Ichigo could taste the strong copper on his buds and slowly kissed back, wrapping his arms around the neck. His fingers gripped onto Tensa Zangetsu tightly, forcing it to disappear back into his soul. Their tongues danced, fighting for dominance, which, of course, Shirosaki won. The orange-haired man let out a low moan, the other's lips slipping down his chin, leaving a trail of saliva. It traveled down to the neck and he winced, feeling the sharp white teeth sinking into his flesh and let out a light whimper at the pain. He could feel something dripping down his skin, a tickling sensation and could tell it was his own blood. The wound hurt and he pushed it away, it didn't take long before it went numb. The warmth of the albino's breath and tongue gliding over his puncture calmed him, relaxing into the body. Shirosaki retracted back for a moment, licking his lips. "You're mine, Ichigo. I'm not going to let you go just yet." He continued to lap up the blood, ignoring the fact that the swordsmen was getting really light-headed. "I'll let you go when you finally decide with your heart."

"But I'll only live for a few years, not enough for you." The orange-haired man grumbled, closing his eyes. He had to hold onto Shirosaki to keep himself up, his vision getting dizzy. He was stating to see multiple of objects, swirling around and his legs buckled, wobbling.

Shirosaki paused in the slurping, grinning ear to ear. "I could fix that. But you'll have to be with me forever."

"You…suck." Ichigo blinked and then stopped opening his eyes, falling unconscious to the lure of the voice.

Hehehe, muhahaha…okay done.

I don't really like this chapter, I feel like it's horribly done :(

Please tell me how I did, review.