Warning: Ahem. Young readers, avert your eyes.

Pfft, as if.

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I knew something was up. Shiro had not only been smiling for the past five minutes but his entire aura seemed to be cheerful as well. I raced through my memories searching for a time where I had ever seen Shiro smile like this. I came up short. Not too long after I started coming up with fantasies about what he might've done while I was unconscious… pranks… spreading rumors… you name it.

The silence remained a nuisance, one that neither of us was willing to break. Sure he showed me around our abnormally huge house, but there was still no conversation.

After another awkward minute he finally took me upstairs. When I turned the corner at the top of the stairs I saw three doors. One of them was open and inside I caught a glance of a bed before white completely covered my vision.

"Ya scared me, Ichigo," Shiro mumbled blankly from my shoulder. His arms were tightly wrapped around me.

"What?"

"You could've died, idiot," he continued. "Ya let yer guard down 'cause I was facin' her. 'Cause of that ya let her slip right past ya under yer nose and she cut open yer stomach."

Before I could respond he added, "If ya tell anyone I was worried, I'll kill ya myself."

I chuckled. "Glad to see the old you is still in there."

He stepped back and his smirk reappeared. "Ya won't be."

Shiro threw one arm around my waist. My eyes widened and I cried in protest as he lifted me up onto his shoulder. "What are you doing?"

Shiro didn't respond, which really pissed me off.

"Put me down!"

"Alright."

Shit. I didn't expect him to actually drop me. His arm was gone and I fell. I threw my arms out to try and brace my fall against the floor, but no such impact came. Instead I landed on something soft. Sheets, bed sheets, red be sheets covering the bed I saw earlier.

I could hear him laughing.

"What was that-?" I looked up and choked on my own words. Holy dear fucking god HE WAS UNDRESSING! My eyes wandered all over. I stared at his shoulders, his arms, his hands, his stomach and the fucking muscles that littered him, (okay, Shiro's body was built, but it wasn't disgusting) and then finally I stared at the black cloth wrapped around his pants like it was some kind of sin. I wanted the damn thing off. Now.

"I can see ya starin' y'know."

"What?" I replied as though his previous statement was the dumbest thing in the world.

"Don' give me tha'," he snarked. Very suddenly his hands were linked in mine and his legs straddled my hips. Then, at a speed just as fast, his lips slammed down hard against mine. The kiss was filled with tongue, teeth and apparently a war. Three minutes could've easily passed as we fought over the dominant position. When air was needed we gasped, when it got uncomfortable we switched positions, when I started to sweat he took off my shirt. It was brought to a halt when he pulled back.

"Why'd you… stop?" I questioned awkwardly.

Shiro gave me a maniacal grin. Little did I know that that was going to be the last clear image I had for the next few hours.

Shiro's POV

There was no doubt in my mind as to what I wanted to do. How, was another question.

Ichigo already had the begging look in his eyes and the pouting lips to go along with it. I doubted he knew what was going on in my mind, and if he did… Well, if he did he probably would have run away screaming. Heh. That'd be interesting to see.

I decided Ichigo had waited long enough, and quite frankly, so had I. My hands eagerly trailed his stomach, prodding at the sensitive spots I knew he had. He twitched and squeaked, a sight that made my hunger grow tenfold.

Finally my finger ended its long trail by harshly entering my orangette's pants. I easily found what I had sought out and to my great pleasure Ichigo was hard. And it felt like it might be hurting too. Well, how about I relieve my little Ichigo here, eh?

I swiftly tore off his pants and he let loose a rather sexy moan. Ichigo shuddered under the cool air I blew onto his manhood. I grinned allowing a short chuckle to escape.

Ichigo's POV

My entire body was shaking. Was I really here? He stared at me with those wickedly lust filled eyes. Was he really here? Staring up at me, claiming me, loving me. Me? His face, his hands, his mouth… all so close to my…

Heat. Tongue. Dizziness. Pleasure. The only five words… wait, four (?) I could comprehend as his mouth, oh god, as his mouth wrapped around my member. I moaned, growled, hissed and begged. Anything to get Shiro to do more. More… please. Augh, just more.

Shiro's fingers pressed down against the skin on my inner thigh. I could feel my spine curl up wards as instinct told me to arch. My hands fought for a path to his hair. The silky stuff that felt amazing between my fingers.

Then suddenly the rush was gone, the dizziness soon following. My vision was blurred. My hearing, however, worked perfectly fine as Shiro hissed, "I want ya so bad, Ichi."

My hands slid from his hair to his hips. I angrily ripped off his pants before his hand pressed against my chest and shoved me back against the bed.

I felt pressure between my lips, then gentle movement as they parted. Three of Shiro's long and slim fingers slid into my mouth, the taste of salt and sugar following them. My tongue instinctively wrapped around his fingers, coating them with saliva while also sucking.

I entered a sort of mini-trance, until he pulled away, snapping me out of it. The next thing I knew something wet, obviously Shiro's fingers, were at my entrance. I swallowed, once, before all doubts were gone and he shoved one finger in, making me groan softly. When he added another I started to shake, and after he started a slow scissoring motion my eyes involuntarily shut and my face lit up with heat.

Soft, snake like and wet, his tongue, his lips and his teeth, all around my midriff. Anywhere that his mouth could reach, he sucked, bit and licked. I shuddered, moaned… hell, I even screamed when he bit down leaving a small trail of red.

I assumed when Shiro took his fingers back that he deemed me stretched enough. He grinned leaving a small purr at my ear before thrusting in hard, fast and without mercy. My head spun and I let out a cry before my forehead crashed into his neck. The pain burned up my spine, but something (was it Shiro?) told me it'd disappear soon.

And so, just as it nearly vanished, Shiro started moving.

Then came a rush so pure and filled with pleasure. He hit it, dead on, that spot. I exploded, verbally, making noises I didn't even think were possible. Though most of my words were gibberish, I didn't think either of us cared. I sure didn't. The buzz, the rush, the thrill spreading through my head was indescribable. It felt so. God. Damn. Good.

His other hand (demons, the both of them…) appeared on my hip squeezing and kneading until my mind fell apart. The pace picked up and the thrusting came harder. All I could think about was him, Shiro, my personal demon, my lover, my bloody fucking everything…

I practically begged for this to never stop, but I knew my climax was coming… literally. I mumbled out a few more words until I couldn't hold back anymore.

"Gah… Sh-Shi- I c-can't- I'm gonna-"

He silenced me with a kiss and that was all I needed to release. Shiro came a few seconds afterwards falling to my side after he pulled out.

I snuck my arms around him and Shiro did the same. His body loosened, his breathing soft and in my hair. I smiled and fell asleep smiling. I was wrong before, this is what felt better than anything.

Nothing felt better than this.

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Well… there's a first time for everything and this, my friends, was my first time writing a lemon. I tried to make it as entertaining as possible, but tell me what you think! :D