Long, tan fingers tugged harshly at orange locks as narrowed hazelnut eyes slid over the papers that littered the mahogany desk beneath him. Biting his lower lip, the pen in his hand creaked under the pressure of his grip, staining the page with blue ink. Groaning, Ichigo leaned back in his black leather chair, twitching as it squeaked and complained under the sudden movement. Tossing the pen onto the desk, he scrubbed his hands over his face before peaking at the clock hanging over the closed door to his office. It was barely after noon, leaving him another five hours of dreadful paperwork. He hated paperwork. No matter how many papers he signed, how many invoices he took care of, they always kept coming. It was a vicious circle, and he hated each and every minute of it.
The distinct ring of the phone at the corner of his desk had Ichigo rolling his eyes as he leaned forward, pressing the button for the speaker. "Kurosaki speaking." He spoke curtly, loosening the crimson tie around his neck. A cackle, warbled with the static of the phone, answered him, and he highly considered hanging up.
"Mah Ichi, is tha' anyway to address the man who signs your paychecks?" A smooth baritone taunted, followed by another cackle. The sound grated on Ichigo's nerves, prickling the hairs at the back of his neck.
"What do you want Shirosaki?" He snapped, rubbing at his temples in an attempt to stall the throbbing headache trying to breach the surface. Shirosaki Ogichi, his boss, was quite possibly the bane of his existence. The man had skin whiter than snow, matching the long, almost silverish locks that fell to his waist. But, it was the man's eyes that drove him insane; haunting gold drowned in a sea of the deepest black. It just wasn't normal, and no matter how many times he tried, Ichigo could find no explanation for it, or why they drew him in so much. He hated the man, but found himself drowning in those eyes more often than he would care to admit.
He was drowning into a lot of things that dealt with that man lately; his smell, the sound of his voice, that gorgeous body that haunted his dreams. The dreams had started a few weeks ago, after having to spend the weekend holed up in the office with Shirosaki, finalizing a massive account that could make or break the company. The night of their last day working together alone he'd had the very first dream. That sinful body, that was usually hidden by white slacks and a midnight black dress shirt, had been bared for his hungry gaze just before Shirosaki had lowered his head to capture his lips in a heated kiss. It was entirely insane, for him to be thinking of his boss like that, but he couldn't seem to stop. It was like a drug, always leaving him refreshed and full of energy. He couldn't get enough.
"Such a stick in the mud! Learn ta live a lil', Ichi!" Shirosaki's voice hummed from the speaker on his phone, making a tick form above a finely trimmed, orange brow. Shirosaki may have been mouth watering to look at, but that personality of his was a major turn off for Ichigo. He was so condescending with an ego that made the moon look like a marble.
"What do you want?" Ichigo pressed through gritted teeth, picking up his pen to tap it impatiently against the edge of his desk. A sigh rung through the phone, making him roll his eyes. Why couldn't the albino just get to the fucking point all ready?
"So grumpy~!" Shirosaki hummed in a sing song tone, making Ichigo bite the inside of his cheek to resist the urge to grab the phone and chuck it out the window to his office, six stories down onto the concrete.
"I'm hanging up." He stated, leaning forward to press the speaker button off. Almost immediately after he had, the door to his office burst open, revealing a grinning Shirosaki, cellphone clutched in his right hand as gold on black eyes gleamed playfully at the orange head. White locks had been pinned back in a messy twist, which almost looked womanly, but somehow the albino made it look good. Ichigo could only stare, lips parted slightly and eyes wide as the dastardly albino sauntered into the room, one hand tucked into the pocket to his white suit jacket.
Ichigo turned in his seat to follow Shirosaki's every move as the man skirted around the desk, coming to a stop behind his chair. A slight gasp fell from Ichigo's lips when pale, black nailed fingers curled around his shoulders, digging into the tight knotted up muscles. Those hands began to work into the muscle, making brown eyes flutter as his body relaxed. It felt entirely too good, and he couldn't find it in himself to pull away. He let out a small shiver when the albino leaned down, warm breath brushing over his ear. Ichigo inhaled deeply, trying to settle his raging nerves, only to let out a soft moan at the scent that had assaulted him. It had to be a sin, to smell that amazing. Beneath the musky cologne was a hint of pine, a smell that always made Ichigo's head spin. He wasn't even safe from it in his dreams, that heady scent wrapping around his body, sucking him into the devious monster hovering over him.
"Have ya finished the Sereitei contract yet?" Shirosaki murmured into his ear; the rich, husky tone mixed with the smooth lips brushing lightly over his skin had a soft, barely noticeable blush darkening Ichigo's cheeks. Clearing his throat, Ichigo shrugged out of the albino's grip to rummage through the papers that littered his desk. Picking up a packet of papers, he scanned over the first few lines before nodding his head.
"Yeah, they're finished. Just need your signature." He responded, rolling the sleeves of his gray button up to his elbows. A second later, he was damning that decision when Shirosaki leaned forward, trailing his fingers over the skin of his forearm in a feather light touch before snatching the documents from his hands. Glancing over his shoulder, Ichigo watched gold on black eyes scan over the papers before nodding his head.
"Pen." Shirosaki demanded, holding out his hand as he set the documents on the corner of the desk. Doing his best to resist the urge to roll his eyes for what felt like the hundredth time that day, the orange head snatched up his pen, depositing it in the outstretched hand. Shirosaki muttered a thanks before scratching his signature and initials where needed, watching Ichigo out of the corner of his eyes. A small smirk played at pale lips as Shirosaki handed the papers back to a bewildered orange head before making his way to the door.
"Send those to Processing, and have the Las Noches account on my desk before you leave today!" He ordered before slipping out of the office, leaving an annoyed orange head in his wake. That was what he hated about the man; he'd tease him until he almost cracked, toy with him, and then just up and leave like nothing had happened. Running a trembling hand through his hair, Ichigo decided to drown himself in paperwork to forget what had transpired, though he knew his dreams would be reminding him later that night.
"And done." Ichigo murmured happily nearly six hours later, signing his name at the end of the fifty page report. His hands hurt like hell from typing so much, and his eyes burned from staring at a computer screen for so long, but he was finally done. Gathering everything up, he placed them into a neat pile before tucking them away in a bright pink folder. It was his little payback for the wicked albino that wouldn't leave his mind alone. A sly smirk quirked onto his lips as he slid away from the desk, tucking the folder under his arm as he made his way out of the office.
The hallways were empty as he headed for the main office, everyone long gone. He hated having to stay after hours, especially since it left him alone with a certain, gorgeous demon. Grumbling, Ichigo shook his head rather violently, trying to disperse that disturbing thought. Shirosaki wasn't attractive, he was a pretentious bastard that loved making his life a living hell, no matter what his dreams decided to portray.
Finally making it to the large, gold plated double doors that led to the albino's office, Ichigo lifted one hand, rapping his knuckles against the metal. Tapping his foot against the gray and white marble floor impatiently, Ichigo knocked again, only to be met with silence. Grumbling to himself, he opened the door a crack, peaking his head inside. He spotted Shirosaki lounging in his chair, feet kicked up onto the top of his desk, crinkling the papers underneath the heels of his shoes, arms tucked behind his head, and eyes closed. Pushing the door the rest of the way open, the orange head stalked over to stand in front of the polished oak desk, slamming the file down onto the surface. One gold on black eye peaked open to return his dark glare, a smirk curling onto Shirosaki's lips as he stretched.
"I have the account done." Ichigo explained when a pale brow cocked in question, pointing at the pink folder. Lifting his hand, Shirosaki snapped his fingers, making the orange head scowl as he grabbed the file, walking around the desk to hand it directly to the other.
Ichigo waited patiently as Shirosaki looked the files over, rubbing at his upper arms as he glanced around the office. This particular room had been the centerpiece to most of his dreams; being bent over that desk, knocking papers over as a pale body molded against his back, pressed against the large window that ran the entire far wall, legs wrapped around a slim waist, even pinned against the door, his body trembling from the force of the albino's thrusts. In fact, there wasn't a spot that he hadn't dreamed about.
Ichigo had been so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice Shirosaki trying to get his attention, jolting when black nailed fingers curled around his wrist, yanking him down to the albino's level. Honey brown orbs widened at the close proximity the action had put him to the other; noses brushing and lips nearly touching. Gold eyes shimmered up at him, a coy smile curling onto pale lips as Shirosaki tilted his head just slightly, lessening the gap between them dangerously. "Wha' has ya so distracted today, hmm Ichi?"
The orange head nearly melted at the other's heated whisper. Dazed, hooded brown eyes fell to the albino's mouth as he spoke, licking his lips to fight off the tingle that was working it's way over him. All he had to do was lean forward and capture that sinful mouth with his own, how he craved a taste. Ichigo's fingers twitched at his sides when Shirosaki began to toy with his tie, giving it a playful tug as he cocked an eyebrow. A soft chuckle rumbled in the albino's throat, bringing Ichigo back to reality. Clearing his throat, he leaned back, looking anywhere but those haunting eyes.
"I'm not distracted." He muttered under his breath, checking the silver plated watch on his wrist. Fuck, it was past his usual dinner time. Peaking at the albino through his bangs, his breath hitched to find Shirosaki watching him attentively, chin propped against the open palm of his hand. Black nails tapped against his cheek as his gaze swept over the nervous orange head before Shirosaki gave off a nonchalant shrug.
"Whateve' ya say, Ichi." He cooed, grinning when the orange head bit his lower lip. Brown eyes narrowed into an annoyed glare as Ichigo heaved out a sigh.
"I don't need this. I'll see you Monday." He growled, turning for the door. Slipping out into the hallway, Ichigo ran a hand over his face, his body finally able to relax. How could that man always leave him so tense, coiled like a spring ready to burst? Inhaling deeply, he headed for the front of the building, intent on getting home to a warm meal.
Back in his office, Shirosaki chuckled darkly as he leaned back in his chair, eyes trained on the door his prey had just disappeared through. That orange head was too enticing for his own good. He'd wanted to lick that alluring blush off of his face before tackling him down onto the black leather couch set in front of his desk. It wouldn't be the first time he'd taken Ichigo there, but the orange head had seemed to convince himself that it was only a dream. Well, he'd have to change that. Turning to face the window of his office, he watched his fiery orange head leave the building, heading for the parking lot with a scowl marring his face.
"You'll be seein' me sooner than ya think, my sweet berry." He purred, mouth splitting into a wide grin as he swiped his tongue over his fangs that had elongated at the mere thought of getting another taste of the delectable berry.
Ichigo sighed happily as he unlocked the door to his apartment, nudging it open with the toe of his shoe. He was grateful to be home, away from the office and all the dreadful paperwork, more so to be away from Shirosaki. He couldn't believe he had let his guard slip so far. There was a moment where he was so tempted to kiss the dastardly albino, throw all caution to the wind, but at the last second, his conscience had kicked in. What was wrong with him? Why could he never control himself around Shirosaki? Those questions plagued his mind constantly, never coming with an answer.
Hanging his coat onto the hook next to the door, Ichigo kicked off his shoes before padding into the adjacent kitchen. Flicking on the light switch, he wandered over to the fridge, pulling it open. A few beer bottles, half a gallon of milk, and a bottle of mustard were the only things there, making him groan. Shit, he'd forgotten to go shopping. Looked like he was having pizza for dinner. Grumbling, he tugged his cell phone out of the pocket to his slacks. Grabbing the menu for Urahara's Pizza Cafe from the counter, he glanced over the number before dialing it into his phone. Pillowing the phone between his shoulder and ear, he grabbed a beer from the fridge before heading for the living room.
Just as he plopped down into his leather sofa, the phone picked up, a cheery voice stating, "Thank you for calling Urahara's, what can I get for you?" Ordering a pepperoni pizza with a side of bread-sticks, he closed his phone before leaning his head back. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he closed his eyes, brows furrowing as he tried not to think about a certain pale skinned man. Twisting the cap off the bottle of beer, he took a long swig, downing half of it before placing it on the glass top to his coffee table. Resting his elbows on his knees, Ichigo linked his fingers together and rested his chin on them as he stared at the blank screen of his TV. He remained like that until the doorbell rang.
Brown eyes blinked before turning towards the door, brow furrowing a bit before he remembered his order. Standing up, he scrubbed a hand through his hair, making his way towards the front door. A smiling, orange haired girl stood in the doorway when he opened it, holding a pizza box in her delicate hands. Digging into his pocket, he pulled out his wallet, paying the girl before taking his pizza and headed back inside.
After a quick dinner of pizza and beer, he cleaned up before heading towards his bedroom, tugging the tie from around his neck. The piece of crimson silk fell onto the wooden arm to the deep blue chair that rested near the door. The shirt was next, pooling onto the ground at his feet as he worked on tugging off his slacks and boxers. Once he was undressed, Ichigo wandered into the bathroom, intent on taking a shower before calling it an early night. He was more tired than usual, but given the day he'd had, he didn't think much of it.
The warm water felt good against his skin, loosening his muscles and relaxing his stress tight body. After his normal ritual of wash, rinse, repeat, he stepped out of the shower, grabbing a plush white towel and drying off. Wrapping the towel tight around his waist, he headed back into the bedroom, tugging on a pair of loose, black pajama pants before falling back onto his bed. The white cotton was soft underneath his skin, and he closed his eyes, letting his body sink into the warmth of his blankets.
It wasn't even an hour later when he was awoken, hazy brown orbs blinking in confusion. It took him a few moments to figure out what had woken him, his eyes falling on the white curtains that were fluttering gently in the breeze that came through the wide open window. Sitting up, tan fingers curled into the sheets as he stared at the window, wondering why it seemed so odd. Did he open the window? Shivers tingled down his spine, making him glance around the room just to make sure he was alone. Finding nothing, he crawled out of bed. Walking over to the window, he stared down at the dark street below, the only light coming from the flickering streetlamps that lined the sidewalk.
Long fingers curled around the top of the window, giving it a hard push to shut it, making the curtains slowly still. Scratching at his belly, Ichigo took one more glance out the window before turning to head back to bed, only to freeze when a pair of strong arms wrapped around his middle. Immediately his hands shot to grip and pull at the arms, trying to free himself. Brown eyes widened when he looked down to find smooth, pale skin contrasting against his own sun-kissed tan. His mouth fell open as warm breath washed over his neck, making his hair stand on end.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
"So tense." Ichigo bristled at the heated whisper against his neck, chilled lips brushing teasingly over his pulse point. Fingers splayed out over his abdomen, dancing over his skin. The body behind him shifted closer, pressing against his bare back as the other's lips trailed up to his ear. "Ya can't be tha' surprised ta see me. We've spent every night together for weeks, my dear Ichi." The man cooed into his ear before he was suddenly spun around. Ichigo's hands gripped the windowsill as he tried to put as much space between him and the pale demon standing so close as he could.
Shirosaki stood before him barefoot, wearing nothing but a pair of tight black leather slacks that clung to long legs like a second skin. His long white mane looked wild, flowing freely down his back, curtaining his face, and shading his eyes. Ichigo felt his arms tremble when those golden orbs began to glow eerily, pale lips pulling into a large grin. The orange head's tongue super-glued itself to the roof of his mouth at the sight of sharp, long fangs that were framed by plump lips. Shirosaki tilted his head to the side, cocking an eyebrow as his gaze flitted over the orange head's form.
"Mah, don't tell me you're scared? Wha' happened ta the sweet berry tha' practically begged for me ta take 'im?" The albino taunted, crooking a finger towards the orange head as if beckoning him to move closer. Ichigo shook his head defiantly, pressing his back fully against the windowpane, his chest heaving with each breath he took.
"This isn't real, you're not real! This is just some fucked up nightmare my mind conjured up, yeah that's it. Just a dream." Ichigo muttered to himself, letting out an exasperated chuckle. His obvious denial had a frown tugging at pale lips, Shirosaki's hand lowering back to his side. Rolling his eyes, the albino placed a hand on his hip as he ran the other through his tangled mane of hair.
"Still goin' on about tha' dream nonsense? I'll just 'ave ta prove how real this is to ya then." Shirosaki hissed darkly, that demented grin forming on his lips again. Ichigo didn't have time to move or blink before the albino was right before him, an arm snaking around his waist and tugging him into the other's firm body. Tan hands pushed at the pale chest beneath his fingertips, intent on getting away, only to have his mouth crushed in a demanding, fierce kiss. There was nothing gentle about the lip-lock, teeth nipping at his lower lip before a snake like tongue was forcing it's way passed his tightly closed lips. The arm around his waist pulled him closer, fingers digging into the mass of orange spikes on top of his head as the albino practically devoured him.
A quiet whine erupted from his throat when Shirosaki's hand moved lower, grabbing a handful of his ass and pulling him flush against the other's heated body. His legs nearly gave out when his tongue was sucked into the other's mouth, his hands weaving into white locks to help keep himself rooted. Shirosaki purred his approval against quivering lips, untangling his hand from orange locks to join the other in palming the other's tight ass.
Ichigo let out a yelp when pale hands grabbed him firmly, hoisting him up, and forcing him to wrap his legs around the other's waist to keep his balance. He didn't notice they were moving, too preoccupied with the other's mouth, until his back hit the mattress of his bed. Bouncing a few times before settling, he lifted onto his elbows, watching warily as Shirosaki slowly crawled onto the bed; looking entirely the predator, fangs glimmering in the moonlight that spilled into the room. Digging his fingers into the sheets, Ichigo swallowed thickly before mustering up his voice enough to ask, "W-What..are you?"
Shirosaki paused, one knee pressing into the mattress, the other still placed firmly on the ground as his eyes glowed demonically. The look had shivers jutting up and down Ichigo's spine, making goose-bumps rise on his flesh. A cackle filled the silence as Shirosaki finished climbing onto the bed. Slowly slinking up the orange head's body, the tips of his hair tickling Ichigo's chest, he let a lazy smirk curl onto his lips. "Mmm, I'm not much for words at the moment, I'd much rather show ya." He purred before lowering his mouth to latch around the other's nipple, fangs sinking into the baby smooth skin. Ichigo's back arched, allowing him to snake an arm around the other's slim waist, pulling him closer as his mouth filled with sweet, crimson nectar. The orange head had a taste like no other, like the richest of wines, and Shirosaki could never get enough, no matter how many times he visited the other's dreams.
Dazed, brown eyes drooped, Ichigo's hands clawing at the sheets as the albino lifted his head to attack the other nipple, swirling his tongue around it until it hardened before sucking it into his mouth. Black nailed fingers traced over his skin, leaving a burning fire in their wake. He was becoming too hot, droplets of perspiration appearing on his furrowed brow. "S-Shi..." He gasped out when the other moved to straddle his waist, grinding down against his center viciously. The albino gave a groan of approval when he bucked up against him, lifting his head to steal another soul-wrenching kiss.
This isn't right, push him away! Ichigo's subconscious pleaded, only to be locked away when Shirosaki sucked his lower lip into his mouth, releasing it with a slight pop. A crooked grin appeared on pale lips, the albino's hair curtaining either side of his head as Shirosaki leaned down to press their foreheads together.
"Mmm, just as delicious as I remember." The albino murmured, rolling his hips and dragging another whimper from deep within Ichigo's chest. Brown was swallowed in black as the orange head stared up at the devil hovering just above him, unable to do much more than gasp and moan as chilled lips attached to his neck, sucking and biting at his heated skin. Digging his fingers into the sheets, to stop from touching Shirosaki, Ichigo tried to will his mind to push away the pleasure, in search of more important things.
"S-Stop..." His voice cracked when he spoke, making the albino pause against his neck. Swallowing the large lump in his throat, he continued, "I w-want answers."
Pale hands, that hand been exploring his body, planted firmly on either side of his head as Shirosaki lifted up. Narrowed gold on black bore down into defiant brown, and he could tell by the scowl on Ichigo's lips, the orange head wasn't going to give in as easily as he would have liked. Giving an irritated sigh, Shirosaki growled, "I'm an Incubus, now shut the hell up, and let me fuck you."
With that said, he gave a hard jerk to the orange head's pajama pants, nearly tearing them in his haste to remove them before descending on the boy's half erect member. Ichigo's entire body jolted when an azure colored tongue ran up his length before curling around the head and sucking it into delicious, moist heat. His entire body erupted with fire, curling his toes and making his eyes roll into the back of his head as Shirosaki started a fast pace, head bobbing between his legs. It was like the albino was trying to suck the very life out of him, leaving him a withering mass of explosive hormones that were in search of one thing and one thing alone, release. Shirosaki's earlier words were lost to him, his brain nothing but a warbled, static mess that wanted more, so much more of what the albino was promising.
"Nnngh...f-fu...fuuuuck!" Ichigo moaned out when Shirosaki suddenly deep-throated him, knees bending as he tried to lift his hips, but two pale hands forced him back down onto the bed. A chuckle vibrated against his length, golden eyes lifting to bore into his. A gasp flew from pink lips at the erotic sight of his dick disappearing behind pale lips, but those eyes nearly drove him insane; swirls of red and orange attacking the glowing gold, like molten lava churning in a volcano.
Lifting onto his elbows, Ichigo moved a shaky hand to tread through silver locks. Shirosaki's eyes fluttered closed at the soft touch, showing his appreciation by swallowing around the hard length in his mouth. Ichigo's back arched clear off the bed, unable to hold it in any longer as he released into the albino's mouth with a ragged scream. A tired moan escaped his lips when Shirosaki swallowed before releasing his softening member with a noisy pop, a few strings of milky saliva still connecting them before Shirosaki turned to give his inner thigh a harsh nip.
"A-Ah! Shiro!" He gasped out when fangs pierced the sensitive skin, and he could feel the warm blood trickling down his leg before a sly tongue was lapping it up as if it was some delicious meal. The albino sucked on the wound, leaving it a combination of deep red and purple before scooting a little further down the bed.
"W-Wha?" Ichigo questioned quietly through heavy pants when Shirosaki hooked his hands underneath his knees, forcing him to bed them. A pale brow crooked at his question before a demented grin spread onto lips tainted red with blood.
"Ya didn't think we were done, did ya Berry?" Shirosaki purred, licking his lips before lowering his head, giving the orange head's hole a teasing lick. The action had Ichigo's legs tensing as he tried to close them, but Shirosaki wouldn't have that, black nails digging into his skin to keep him in place. That sinful tongue prodded at his entrance before slipping inside, making his entire body tremble as that damned fire lit in his belly again. The slick appendage moved deeper, curling here and there as if searching for his prostate. He knew damn well that Shirosaki knew where it was, the damn bastard was teasing him. Rolling his hips to try and get that probing tongue deeper, he didn't notice one of Shirosaki's hands slip away.
"Mmm...Shiro! P-Please!" Ichigo gasped out, head falling back heavily against the pillows of his bed. His sweaty hair shone in the moonlight as he clutched and pulled at the sheets clenched in his tight fists. The finger currently exploring his insides was joined by another, and Shirosaki lifted his head to give the withering body beneath him a cheeky smirk.
"Wha' was tha', Ichi? I couldn't quite hear ya!" He purred, licking his lips as he slammed his fingers as deep as they could go, pointedly curling around the orange head's swollen prostate. A delighted shiver raced down his spine as he took in Ichigo's appearance; from the defiant fire in those honey brown eyes, the delicious pink that dusted that cute nose, sweaty orange locks laying flat, to those kiss bruised pink lips parted in a silent scream.
Ichigo was having a hard time forming a coherent word to answer the dastardly albino, his vision marred by white stars as those damn fingers tapped viciously against his prostate. He barely registered the warm breath against his ear before lips pressed against it. "Tell me what ya want, Ichi." Shirosaki commanded in a deep, husky whisper that made his entire body tingle with pleasure. Dear lord, he could get off on the man's voice alone! Lifting trembling fingers, he grabbed the albino's head, pulling him over until their lips were nothing but a breath away from touching.
"I w-want you to...f-fuck me, now." He managed to growl out without his voice shaking too horribly before connecting their lips in a fierce kiss. Shirosaki was dumbfounded for a moment, eyes wide as tan fingers massaged at his scalp, but when a shy tongue prodded at his lips, all hesitation was lost. Molding their mouths together, his tongue wrapped around Ichigo's in a devious dance, forcing a moan from deep within the orange head's throat. The hands in his hair tightened, pulling him impossibly close as Ichigo practically devoured him. This had never happened before, usually they just lay there and let him have his way with them, but Ichigo was different. Always fighting, always craving more. Perhaps that's what kept him coming back night after night.
He did love a good fight, after all.
Yanking his fingers out of the orange head's entrance, he swallowed the other's whimper as he fumbled with the button of his pants. Fuck, why had he even bothered to wear anything in the first place? Clothes were nothing but a nuisance, a hindrance in getting what he really wanted. Finally managing to get them undone, he shifted his legs until he'd managed to kick them off before breaking the kiss to align his weeping length with the other's quivering hole.
Ichigo stared up at the albino hovering over him through hazy eyes, his lips parting as a soft gasp escaped his mouth. Silverish blue horns peaked out from underneath white bangs, a sight that should have had him quivering in fear and trying to get away from the other, but at that moment, with pale lips parted to allow a clear view of his fangs, and the swirling lust in those expressive eyes, he wanted nothing more than to feel Shirosaki so deep inside of him that he couldn't tell where one began and the other ended. One snap of the albino's hips later and he got his wish, his legs locking around lithe hips as Shirosaki swooped down and bit into the side of his throat. Arching his neck back, he shivered when fangs pierced his skin, a deep moan reverberating throughout the room when Shirosaki latched on to the wound, sucking harshly as if he couldn't get enough of the sweet blood that blossomed to the surface. The albino's thrusts where quick and sharp, black nailed fingers gripping underneath Ichigo's thighs, silently telling the orange head what to do.
Ichigo didn't need to be told anymore, wrapping his legs around the albino's waist with his heels digging into the other's bare ass. Shirosaki growled his pleasure around his mouth full, the speed and force of his movements quickening. Orange lashes fluttered towards the ceiling, unable to remain open when a hard jab had the head of Shirosaki's member pressing deliciously against his prostate.
"Shiiiit! Hah-Harder! Oh god, Shi!" He moaned, head thrashing from side to side when Shirosaki released his neck to ravish kisses down his torso to a peaked nipple. Swiping his tongue across the raised nub, he relished in the moan he received. Tan fingers clutched at his back for dear life, and he couldn't help but groan as nails raked down his back, creating angry red lines in their wake. Fuck, Ichigo knew just how he liked it, and he couldn't help the desire to consume everything the orange head had to offer.
"D-Damn, Ichi." He hissed when the orange head suddenly clenched around his length, making pleasure spike through his body. Heels dug hard into the flesh of his ass Ichigo moved in time with his thrusts, pulling him deeper and deeper into that tight heat. He was getting so very close, sooner than he would have liked, but that always seemed to happen with Ichigo. A whimper sounded from the body beneath him, making him lift his head in time to watch nearly glowing honey brown eyes roll, Ichigo's neck arching so deliciously as his entire body tensed. The next second, Shirosaki felt something warm and sticky hit his stomach, the already tight passage tightening spastically as Ichigo's hips jerked to ride out such an explosive orgasm. A scream left Ichigo's lips as he came before Shirosaki silenced him with a harsh kiss, a growl rumbling in his chest as the orange head milked him for all he was worth. Pushing his hips flush against the other, he filled the orange head to the brim with his cum before breaking the kiss to gasp for air.
"Mmm, so good, Shi." Ichigo mumbled out, eyelids already drooping as he tried to stay coherent. Panting, a lazy smirk curled onto Shirosaki's lips as he pulled out, relishing in the sight of his cum leaking out of the other's quivering hole and down tan thighs. Lowering his fingers, he gathered up some of the orange head's cum that stained his stomach before bringing them to his lips. Gold locked with brown as he licked the white substance from his fingers obscenely, making Ichigo groan. Chuckling softly, he leaned down to press a soft kiss to Ichigo's lips, only to be surprised when the orange head wrapped his arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Shirosaki let out a groan as their tongues tangled leisurely before Ichigo released him, arms thudding back onto the bed with a soft kiss as his eyes finally closed.
A rare, genuine smile touched pale lips as Shirosaki watched the orange head's chest rise and fall with each even breath he took, and he slowly crawled off the bed before covering him up. Ichigo had stayed awake for longer than usual, not that he was complaining any. Running his fingers through damp, orange locks, he pressed a kiss lovingly to Ichigo's temple before standing up.
"Till next time, my Berry." He murmured, glancing out the window to watch the first rays of the sun peak over the horizon, staining the morning sky with different shades of orange, but none could rival the fire that sat on top of his love's head in a disarray of spikes. Taking one last glance at his sleeping Berry, he dissolved into thin air, returning to his own body that was still sleeping soundlessly in his bedroom.
Ichigo awoke with a jolt, wide brown eyes darting around his bedroom. That had been such a vivid, realistic dream, and he could feel his heart pounding in his ribs. A part of him wanted to wake to find Shirosaki laying next to him, but he knew it was only a dream. One that he could never seem to shake. Glancing out the window, he found the sun high in the sky. Running a hand through his hair, he shoved the blankets away before crawling out of bed. His entire body felt so relaxed, with more energy then he knew what to do with.
Scratching at his belly, he lifted the seat of his toilet to take care of his morning piss before heading for the sink to wash his hands. Splashing some water onto his face, he grabbed a towel to dry off before glancing at his mirror. The sight that met him made him drop the towel to the floor, his hands lifting to grip at the mirror. Wide brown eyes stared at his reflection, more so his neck where a large bite mark sat plain as day. Shaking his head, Ichigo backed away covering his mouth with a trembling hand.
"No, no, no! It was just a dream!" He murmured in a vain attempt to convince himself. That bite mark was the proof that it wasn't just a dream.
"Still goin' on about tha' dream nonsense? I'll just 'ave ta prove how real this is to ya then." Shirosaki's haunting voice reverberated in his head over and over again.
Looks like the damn albino got his point across.