Chapter 7

Authors note: Well so my computer is down *dead* but I still have my phone! I will continue to write on here till I can get a new laptop or computer.

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The feeling of warmth woke him up, Ichigo opening his eyes slowly. A candle was light not far from him, the fireplace dormant. Ichigo closed his eyes, wishing he could sleep just a tad longer. He couldn't though, his mind wide awake. He sat up with a sigh, stretching his arms above his head with a yawn. He looked around, Shiro nowhere to be seen.

"Might as well wash up," he grumbled, pushing the warm blanket off his legs. He got up, stretching with another wide yawn. He looked around for a door that indicated it led to a bathroom. There were two, Ichigo frowning. He walked over to the first one, realising it was a shoji. He slid it open, his eyes widening when he saw a large hotspring.

Ichigo had never seen one this big before, looking to the cloak he had been wearing since yesterday. He took it off, letting it pile on the ground. He walked over to the hotspring, sitting down on the edge of it. He scrubbed his skin with the sand, not wanting any of his current filth to contaminate the water any more than it needed to. He slipped into it, a soft moan escaping his throat as he went chin deep. He rested against a rock, closing his eyes.

He thought over what had happened, opening his eyes. He wondered what had happened for his mother to treat him the way she did. Was it because he was a vampire, or was it the baby? Could he possibly not be saved with this thing inside of him?

"Is staring off into space that much fun?" Ichigo jumped, his vision refocusing. Samuel sat in the hotspring too, his mist body replaced with Orihime. Ichigo's cheeks became a dark shade of red as he stood, her body seemingly real from her thick strands of hair to her pink painted toes. Ichigo covered his eyes when he looked to him.

"Samuel stop that!" Ichigo snapped, his loud cackle ruining the image. The water shifted like there was a shallow wind.

"Now look!" Ichigo moved his hand, relaxing when he saw he had changed to his father. Samuel sat back down, stretching wide before relaxing with a deep sigh.

"So is your mom still a sexy fiend or ugly croaker?" Ichigo glared at him, Samuel grinned back.

"Probably a croak, so what was it like fighting her? Or did you just watch as master killed her?" Ichigo splashed water at him, the only thing he could do with him so far away.

"He was injured so couldn't do much. I stabbed her in the head." He said the last part with less heat, his eyes looking away from Sanuel to the water.

He had killed her.

"I'm glad. You're not a senseless brute after all," Samuel told him, Ichigo looking to him with a frown.

"A lot of vampires die because they can't fight the task, or angel relative that comes along. They value people who hate them, knowing full well they will not show them mercy. As an angel, you can let go. As a demon or vampire, you search for what you have lost even though you'll never find it." Ichigo frowned, his stomach throbbing gently.

"Might as well enjoy life while you can, your mother will continue to hunt you down. I'm sure Shiro can help with you that!" Ichigo's cheeks burned with embarrassment as Samuel got out, seeing his body becoming mist. The cloak hid him before Ichigo could see his mist body, Samuel turning to him.

"You can only hide for so long." Ichigo frowned when he dissipated, deciding he had soaked long enough. He stood up, turning around to grab his cloak. He frowned when he realized it wasn't on the floor where he left it, instead in the air held in Shiro's grasp.

"Is that necessary?" Ichigo growled, Shiro smirking back. He handed him a blue kimono, Ichigo glaring at him but grabbing it anyway. He rose up, using a towel he gave him to dry off. He put on the kimono, Shiro leading him back to the main part of the house.

"You slept through a large portion of the day so I ate enough for both of us," Shiro told him, Ichigo frowning. Shiro sat down by the fireplace, Ichigo hesitant to do the same. He sat down when Shiro pulled on his kimono, Shiro moving his long hair over one shoulder. Ichigo realized what he was going to make him do and shook his head frantically

"It'll be okay,"he told him, Ichigo feeling fear. He didn't want to become anymore like them than he had too. Shiro placed his hand on his shoulder, bringing him a tad closer.

"It'll be okay," Shiro ensured, Ichigo looking to his neck. He could smell the blood beneath his skin, his jaw aching when he brung him closer. He wanted too so badly, Shiro pressing two fingers to his throat.

"Bite down here." Ichigo moved closer, pressing his nose to his flesh. He felt him shiver, opening his mouth wide. His fangs ached to be sunken into his flesh, Shiro guiding him to the right spot. Ichigo tried to resist, panting as he licked his flesh, trying to clear his mind. The blood just beneath the surface tempted him, his mind becoming foggy.

He bit down, his eyes closing as blood poured into his mouth. He pressed closer, Shiro putting him in his lap. Ichigo pulled his fangs free, the blood rushing into his mouth in warm gushes. He sealed his lips around his flesh, drinking greedily. Some of the delicious fluid slipped from between his lips, rolling down his chin and down his neck. He opened his eyes when he felt hands slip up his thighs, gripping his ass tightly.

Ichigo pulled away, licking the wound he had made. The rubbing of Shiro's hands against his ass made him blush, arousal and embarrassment running through his fogged mind.

"Stop," he moaned, closing his eyes tight as he mentally slapped himself. That sounded nothing like a protest. Shiro only moved his hands, Ichigo jumping when he palmed his groin. He tried to move away but his arm wrapped around his waist, holding him there. Ichigo pulled away enough to see his face, grabbing his wrist when he opened his kimono enough to begin stroking his cock.

"What do you think you're doing?" He panted, squirming when he began to massage the head of his cock. Shiro smirked when he groaned, licking his throat as his adams apple bobbed when he swallowed any more sounds he would have made.

"I'm your mate. This is what I'm supposed to do," Shiro reasoned, Ichigo moaning when he began to stroke all of his hardening member. Ichigo straddled his lap, gasping as pleasure shocked his every limb. He jumped when he felt his other hand lift the back of his kimono, Ichigo biting his bottom lip when his hand rubbed over his ass, groping him harshly.

"We're not m-mates," Ichigo stuttered, jolting when he grabbed his balls. He arched, gasping for breath as he rolled them on his palm, his other hand going between the crease of his ass, Ichigo pulling away all at once with the last of his strength. He stood, stumbling back till his spine hit the table painfully.

"I did not sign up for this, let alone like you, so don't touch me," Ichigo panted, Shiro standing with a smirk. Ichigo wiped his mouth, his hand coming back with blood. He looked back to Shiro, fixing his kimono.

"I understand I'm stuck here till this thing is born, but I'm not letting this happen," he told him, Shiro walking up to him. Ichigo put a hand to his chest when he felt he had gotten close enough. Shiro raised an eyebrow when he began to stammer, Ichigo feeling stupid as words just wouldn't happen.

"Basically, m-mate or not, I-I'm not letting this happen!" Ichigo leaned back when Shiro leaned forward, his body pressing against him. Ichigo took in a sharp breath, pressing his hand that much harder against his chest.

"Shut up." Ichigo gasped when he picked him up by the back of his thighs, throwing him over his shoulder and walking to the second door. He protested with a variety of colorful words, yelping when Shiro smacked his ass.

"Mates make love. Get that through your head," Shiro told him, Ichigo grunting when he was dropped onto a bed. He scooted away from him, Shiro getting on the bed on all fours. A misty shadow surrounded him, Ichigo seeing the black and white panther for just a second.

He felt weak, panting when Shiro pushed him down. He saw for a second something red in Shiro's eyes. It disappeared, Ichigo panting softly when he kissed his neck, his hand undoing his sash. Ichigo moaned when he nipped his collarbone, reaching his hands up hesitlantly. He grabbed his shoulders tightly, biting his bottom lip when he grabbed his member.

"Don't be shy," Shiro whispered, looking into his eyes. Ichigo gasped when he kissed him, arching against him when he groped his ass. His fingers slipped between the crease, Ichigo digging his claws into him when he pressed a finger inside.

"I think we should stop!" Ichigo gasped when he pulled away from the kiss, panting as Shiro frowned.

Ichigo groaned when he gripped his member, his left hand letting go of his shoulder and fisting the blankets. Shiro spit into his hand, spreading the slick liquid on the head of his cock. Ichigo fell back against the sheets when he felt his hot erection against his ass, gasping for breath when he pushed in.

"Please?" Ichigo pleaded, moaning when his hips touched his ass, his thighs shaking when Shiro pulled out before thrusting back in. Ichigo gasped, his hand tightening in the sheets.

"Please?"he repeated, his voice weaker as he began to give in, arching when his hips slapped against him, his balls heavy against his ass. Ichigo panted, his claws tearing the sheets as his thrusts began to speed up.

"Please..."

Author's note: Sorry it was so short.