Chapter 13

Author's note: Been day dreaming about this all day I practically can recite half of it. Review please! Thanks and enjoy!

"Change the constitution! Change the constitution!"

Ichigo got out of his car to this constant chant, his eyes a tad wide in shock at all the people who had came. The second trial ended up with no progress, leaving him feeling bitter. It had been two weeks since that day and it looked like the word had spread all over Japan. It was buzzing on the radio and TV, everyone sharing their opinion on the matter. Some elderly people disagreed, saying it was going against their tradition. Even some young people shared the same view. But most of Japan from what he could see was on his side.

"Go Dr. Kurosaki!" A girl screamed, Ichigo smiling as everyone started to cheer. All too quickly it ended as Ichigo was ushered in by Shiro and a cop. He was led to his bench, the judges having yet to enter the facility. Even indoors, the faint cheering was heard. Ichigo knew a lot of the people from high school or college, previous patients, or just random people he didn't know. He was just glad he wasn't alone in this fight.

"All rise!" Everyone in the room stood, the judges finally coming out from the back room. Ichigo's eyes were set on the attorney general, hoping today they would progress.

"Be seated." Everyone sat, Ichigo looking to Shiro when his arm brushed against his. He leaned close, Ichigo thinking for a second he would kiss him. He didn't though, his expression serious.

"They will be letting someone speak. He doesn't believe in what we are doing and they want to hear what he has to say," he told him, Ichigo nodding. He looked back to the attorney general, their eyes meeting for a mere second before he looked down to a piece of paper.

"Ichigo Kurosaki. You wish to change the constitution due to reasons you have specified in earlier times. Has your verdict changed?" The attorney general asked, Ichigo standing with a firm expression.

"No your honor. I stand by my statement." He sat down, another judge clearing his throat.

"We will allow Officer. Lincoln to come to the stand to share his views on your verdict." Ichigo frowned. Mr. Lincoln was his old chemistry teacher in college, a retired cop. The only thing they ever agreed on was that they both were workaholics.

An old man with a bent back and a shaven face walked up to the stand. His appearance was frail, but his eyes were sharp and keen.

Ichigo hoped his statement wouldn't end this fight in under five seconds.

"Speak."

Mr. Lincoln nodded, clearing his throat.

"I have many things to say about this. Not only is it a violation of tradition, but it is a fight that will end up with little effect. Many people do not care how they are seen, in fact, some get offended when you don't address them by their sin. Why change a way of life that has existed since our ancestors?"

Ichigo wanted to punch him in the face already.

"If anything, I have to say one thing. I have been on the police force for thirty years. To separate the thugs from the innocent is their sin. Change the constitution and everything will explode into chaos."

Ichigo was furious when the judges listened to his shit poor reasoning. He had a million things to say but stayed quiet. Shiro stood.

"Permission to interject?" The attorney general gave his permission.

"He says they look to a person's sin to see if they are bad or not. My client and many others are these so called bad sins but have clean records. And what if a person was a lust, and was standing on a corner? Would they immediately be subjugated and arrested for suspicion of prostitution? I don't know if it just me, but that sounds more primitive than advanced to me."

Ichigo walked down the steps of the courthouse, his expression blank.

"Change the constitution!" Ichigo looked up, a cop coming to his and Shiro's side, leading them to their car. They had progressed significantly, Ichigo feeling they were so close. He got into the car, Shiro entering after him. Ichigo was too excited to show it, waiting till the door closed and his new chauffeur drove off to kiss Shiro. He seemed surprised at first but melted into it, pulling him closer. Ichigo pulled away, pecking his lips.

"Thank you." Shiro raised an eyebrow, Ichigo smirking.

"You said everything I've been trying to tell that old man for years." Shiro smirked, kissing him again. Ichigo wanted to do a lot more than kiss at that moment, but Shiro calmed his raging libido with sweet kisses and warm caresses. When they got home, everything was unleashed.

"Wait!" Shiro groaned, Ichigo panting as he tried to learn to breathe again. He was bent over his kitchen counter, his clothing having been discarded at the door. Shiro still had his tie on, fulfilling a weird fantasy for Ichigo. He was pressed so hard against the counter though that it hurt. He pushed away from it enough that his stomach wouldn't be pushed in so painfully, Shiro taking a few steps back but not pulling out.

"I could just suck you off," Shiro suggested, not liking the constant stopping. Ichigo didn't want that though, using the small amount of brain compacity he had left to form words.

"Let me get on all f-fours." Shiro pulled out, getting to his knees as did Ichigo. He laid his upper body down, panting against the cold marble floor. The cold temperature was helping with the scorching heat inside and the heat between his legs. Shiro laid over him, kissing his shoulder.

"Better baby?" He asked, Ichigo nodding. He closed his eyes when Shiro shifted to line himself up, taking his hand. Shiro squeezed it affectionately. He gasped brokenly when he began to push in, shaking beneath him as his body opened the further he pushed in. Shiro grabbed his chin, his hand sliding down to his neck as he pushed in all the way. Ichigo felt so full, his entrance a tad sore, Shiro's saliva proving to not be as good as lube. He grit his teeth when he rocked against him, squeezing his hand back. Shiro stilled his lips, turning his head enough to kiss his mouth. Ichigo was glad for the distraction, his tongue mingling with his in a lazy battle.

He gasped when Shiro began to move his hips in a slow tempo, small noises echoing in his throat. Shiro gathered him up in his arms, sitting back on his calves, resting Ichigo's back against his chest. He pulled away from the kiss, panting softly as he rocked against him.

"I love you," he whispered, Ichigo whimpering softly. Shiro sped up his thrusts, bouncing Ichigo in his lap. Ichigo's small noises became soft growls and low moans, Shiro kissing his neck. He looked down to Ichigo's thigh to where he had bruised him, not even a small mark left behind. He wanted to mark him again, his breathung speeding up as he thought of where he would mark him. Ichigo was becoming more and more energetic in his arms, having taken over as he bounced himself in his lap. Shiro thought he was the most erotic, sexy, and beautiful man he had ever had the pleasure of meeting, his chest throbbing as he kissed his neck, pulling him closer.

"I wanted to do this to you for so long," he whispered into his ear, Ichigo whimpering as he moved faster on his lap. The sound of skin slap against skin was sexy, Shiro grabbing his hips, helping him move up down faster and harder. His knees hurt but he could hardly care, wanting to see Ichigo cum.

"I wanted to make you moan. Wanted to fuck you so hard you couldn't walk," Shiro panted, Ichigo moaning as he pushed down harder.

"Like this?" He panted, going down hard before grinding his hips down against his cock, doing this circular motion that had Shiro drooling.

"Yeah baby," Shiro panted, thrusting his hips up against him. Ichigo moaned loudly, rocking against him to feel the pleasure he could only feel with him. He was addicted to it, to his smell, taste, and every piece of his body. And it was all his.

"Remember when we studied?" Shiro panted, Ichigo nodding as he sped up.

"I day dreamed about your sweet ass naked on my bed. Oh Ichi I fucked you so hard and so long. I didn't want to stop," Shiro purred into his ear, Ichigo's thighs beginning to shake.

"Don't stop," he panted, Shiro thrusting up fast and hard, Ichigo moaning loudly as he bounced quickly on his lap.

"Don't stop! Don't-!" Ichigo came, his head thrown back as he screamed out his ecstasy. Shiro groaned as the convulsing walls inside Ichigo brung him to edge then milked him dry. He became over sensitive, pulling away, letting Ichigo lay down on the ground. He got a towel, cleaning them and the floor. Ichigo smirked when Shiro laid down with him, licking his nose.

"You do all the hard work," he told him, Shiro shrugging.

"You make it worth it," he replied, Ichigo smiling broadly.

"Ima make you breakfast." Shiro groaned when Ichigo stood up, slapping his ass and smiling at the satisfying yelp he made.

"Let me eat you instead!" He yelled from the floor, Ichigo gasping when he grabbed his legs and pulled him down onto his face.

"Shiro!" He gasped, feeling his fingers spread his cheeks and his tongue delve inside. He moaned loudly, hanging onto the counter for dear life. This wasn't his first thought when he thought breakfast.

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"Hey Ichi!" James was smiling his big smile he was never seen without, his hospital room decorated with christmas accessories. Ichigo grinned, giving him a hug. Shiro stood by the door, James seeing him.

"Come over here buddy!" He chirped, Shiro reluctant but giving him a hug. James girlfriend was at home, having left only minutes before. By what James told him, she and the baby were doing good.

"Ichi, you don't have to keep giving her and me money. You're gonna be the baby godfather, not its uncle it goes to for money!" James scolded him, Ichigo sitting down with a chuckle.

"It gonna happen anyway," he told him, James rolling his eyes. He looked to Shiro who was interested in a shoe magazine.

"Hey Shiro, control him will ya?" He asked, Shiro looking up with a raised eyebrow. He snorted, going back to the magazine.

"No can do," he told him, James outright laughing. Ichigo smirked, kicking Shiro's shoe lightly.

"No one can control me," Ichigo stated, Shiro flipping him off. James raised an eyebrow, looking from Ichigo to Shiro.

"Did I miss something?" He asked, Ichigo flipping him off. James roared with happy cheers and laughter, Shiro placing his head in the magazine with a light blush.

"Oh my god! Finally Ichi! Will I get my god babies?" Shiro looked up sharply, Ichigo stuttering, having no words to respond to that. James raised a hand, shushing him with a chuckle.

"Just joking, Yuzu already promised me those." Ichigo play fought with James, Shiro just sitting back and smirking.

He was thinking maybe he was ready to face his crazy family again. He just hoped they didn't hold the same grudge Ichigo had.

"I'm still injured asshole! Nurse!"