Chapter 14

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Ichigo wondered how much more it could hurt.

"Stop moving," Shiro growled, the brush taken away from Ichigo's tender head. Ichigo clapped both of his hands over his ears, tears in his eyes as he stood up.

"The knots-"

"Start brushing your hair more would ya?" Shiro interjected, Ichigo frowning. He grumbled, sitting back down. Shiro continued his work, the brush, despite his irritation, gentle. Ichigo relaxed, but he knew the pain would return. They were gonna visit Ichigo's old home. It was sunday and Ichigo had a day off after a whole week of overtime. It wasn't much, but he was happy to be with Shiro for once and interact, not just fall asleep. Plus he hadn't seen his family in a while.

"Have you bumped into Grimmjow at all at work?" Shiro asked, a tad cautious and alert. Ichigo had ran into him again four days ago, but this time when he was taking his now ex-wife home after the complications of her pregnancy and labor was settled. He was angry after learning the baby wasn't his and made a scene in her room when the actual father came to pick her and his son up. He tried to take his anger out on him and Ichigo who had stepped in, but was dragged away by security. Ichigo felt like he deserved it. All his life he had been nothing but a heartless, violent, selfish man. Karma just now decided it was time to dish him his own sour medicine.

"No. There has been gossip though that he went to jail. I honestly don't care." Shiro smirked, running a hand through Ichigo's unknotted hair. His ears twitched, Ichigo closing his eyes with a soft purr.

"Will your dad hate me?" Shiro asked as he massaged his head, Ichigo purring a tad louder. Shiro thought it was strangely cute when he purred or his ears twitched. He was always talking about how he never did it because only cats did. But it was cute when he slipped and did.

"Nope. Karin doesn't like you though," Ichigo told him with smirk, Shiro tapping his head. He put the brush on Ichigo's dresser, Ichigo standing up and hugging him from behind. Shiro smiled, lightly pulling his arm farther out, intertwining their fingers.

"What have you done to me?" He asked quietly, turning around in Ichigo's embrace. A small glimpse of defiance was in Ichigo's eyes, Shiro not changing their position. He understood Ichigo was a man, and he took the largest leap of faith when he gave his power to him and submitted. But Shiro knew he could never put a leash on it.

Ichigo wanted to fuck him.

"I did nothing besides hold a grudge," he told him, Shiro growling playfully. Ichigo kissed him, his tongue aggressive as it fought against his for dominance. Shiro was always considering but rough while Ichigo was raw. Shiro loved to tease him because each time Ichigo acted like he was touching him for the first time again. Ichigo groaned when Shiro won, his tongue and lips turning him into butter. He pulled away, his eyes lidded as he panted Shiro smiled, pecking his lips.

"Get dressed, I want to eat whatever Yuzu's making," Ichigo told him, Shiro rolling his eyes as Ichigo moved away. His clothes were on the bed, Ichigo going to the closet to get dressed. Shiro put on his pants and shirt, walking over to the closet door that had been mostly closed. He peaked in, seeing Ichigo naked. He was bending over, getting his pants. Shiro licked his lips, opening the door fully. It didn't make a sound, Shiro smirking. Ichigo sensed his eyes on him though, straightening up and turning around.

"Not right now," he told him. Shiro tried to pout, Ichigo laughing at the mere fact that it did not fit his face. He put on his pants, the ugly looking gray jeans coming to life on him. He put on a plain maroon shirt and a black jacket, his entire outfit, a few pieces of flimsy clothing, turned him into a supermodel.

"Your beautiful," Shiro breathed, Ichigo snorting in disbelief. He put on his combat boots, tossing Shiro his jordans. He had left them here by accident so now they became his regular shoes for when he was here. Ichigo wished it was everyday like it had been in the beginning, but with work they hardly saw each other anymore. But he guessed it was worth it for days like these.

They went outside, going in Shiro's car. Ichigo drove since he knew the way better than him, Shiro reaching into the backseat.

"Do you like american music?" He asked him, showing him a cd. Ichigo had heard a few songs that were american music because James listened to it, and even though the beat was nice, the words were a tad... off.

"I've heard rap before. Is that rap?" He asked, Shiro shaking his head.

"Its actually more closer to a bunch of love and break up songs by a bunch of singers." Ichigo raised an eyebrow, Shiro lightly punching his arm and making him laugh. He put in the cd, Ichigo sighing as they got onto the freeway.

"Mafia..." a type of african music started to play, Ichigo liking it already. A woman began to sing, Shiro turning it up.

"This is called When I See You by Fantasia. To be honest, this is how feel whenever I see you," Shiro told him, Ichigo smiling. Shiro was always so blunt when it came to saying what he felt. He remembered whenever they fought and stopped talking to each other for an hour or more, this was how he felt when they made up.

There was barely any traffic so they got there in about an hour, Ichigo driving down Shiro's old neighborhood first. It was full of kids playing happily with school no longer hanging over their heads for a day.

"Come here kiddies," Shiro joked in a deep voice, Ichigo slapping his arm with a chuckle. They past by his old house, a sign in the front saying for sale. Shiro frowned, Ichigo biting his lip as he thought of how he was feeling at that moment. He drove off, heading for his house.

"We'll go there after we're done at my house," Ichigo promised, Shiro nodding. Once they pulled into the driveway and got out, the delicious smell of food tempted them. Ichigo still had a key, letting himself and Shiro in. He closed the door silently, alert.

"My boy!" He ducked, pulling Shiro down to as his father flew over their heads. He slammed into the door, Ichigo smirking as he stood. Shiro was staring at Isshin like he had two heads.

"Your mother would have been proud," Isshin groaned, Ichigo leading Shiro to the kitchen.

"What are you doing here?" Ichigo looked to a grown Karin but saw only a child.

"And what is white ears doing here?" She asked rudely, Ichigo flicking her forehead.

"Unlike you, we were invited," he told her, her ever present frown wrinkling her brow. Ichigo fixed it, Karin slapping his hand away.

"Hey you three, be nice to each other." The trio looked to the right to see Yuzu, her grey eyes full of mirth.

"Come on, the food is ready."

Shiro had thought everyone here would have hated him. He was sure they would have held a grudge like Ichigo had. But no, even now he was treated like family. Karin still didn't like him, but Yuzu treated him like a brother and Isshin a son. He had waited a long time to have a family again. He wished he would have this moment for life.

They ate their full, played a few card games, monopoly, watched two movies then ate some more. Ichigo took his old teddy bear, Kon, surprised he was still rather clean. He and Shiro left, getting in the car and heading back to Shiro's old neighborhood.

"I still have the key, I want to see if it still works," Shiro told him, Ichigo getting out with him. Shiro walked up to the door, Ichigo staying by the car. It was only five but already it was dark outside, the kids all inside for the night.

Shiro was hoping to every god in the universe it didn't work. This place used to be his hell, his hand shaking a little as he put in the key.

It didn't fit.

He sighed in relief, taking a few steps back. Until Ichigo started to come over, he was locked in a cage. Zangetsu kept him in check, tried to make him perfection like he claimed to be. When it was all said and done though, Shiro found his own way, found his own path. He turned around, looking to Ichigo. And that path led him back to the one thing that opened that cage and set him free.

"Oh look who it is!" Shiro and Ichigo looked to the left, Grimmjow standing on the lawn. Shiro walked over to Ichigo, his eyes never leaving Grimmjow.

"Can we help you?" He asked, standing next to Ichigo who was stiff and visibly angry.

"Help me? Ha! Your funny. I'm here to get Ichigo back, stranger. Who are you anyway?" Grimmjow was as drunk as a sailor and it was obvious, Shiro already able to tell why Ichigo didn't like him.

"I'm his boy friend," Shiro told him without fear, Grimmjow frowning. He growled, Shiro narrowing his eyes. Both their ears were flat against their heads, Ichigo growled lowly.

"Whatever, just hand over Ichigo. I need something to fuck."

"Or maybe you need to leave." All three of them looked to the left to see Isshin, his figure near menacing in the dark of the night. Grimmjow frowned. Isshin had never liked him, but Grimmjow wasn't expecting him to notice he had left his house. They were neighbors, Grimmjow always under his jurisdiction.

"Stay out of this old man. Your son's a grown man now. Let him be fucked by any man who wants to do him." Grimmjow was suddenly a foot off the ground with angry yellow eyes burning through his very soul. Grimmjow smirked.

"Go ahead, hit me white ears." Shiro's eyes screamed for murder, Ichigo and Isshin very willing to let him. But instead he dropped him on his ass, Grimmjow staring up at him in anger and disbelief.

"If I hit you, I'll just lower myself to your pitiful standards. Come near Ichigo again and I'll see you in court." Shiro turned and walked away, he and Ichigo getting into the car and driving away, Isshin leaving him there also. For five long minutes Grimmjow sat in silence, his anger boiling. The hail that began to fall though diminished it.

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Ichigo walked into his home, Shiro following. He jumped a little when Ichigo slammed the door closed, turning to face him .

"Hand him over he said. He just wanted something to fuck!" Shiro frowned, Ichigo seething.

"After all this god damned time and he is still a prick!" Shiro reached for his hand, grabbing his wrist when he swatted his hand away. He pulled him close, Ichigo glaring at him. Once he realised who he was with though the glare ebbed away, but his shoulders remained tensed.

"Who are you dating?" Shiro asked, Ichigo rolling his eyes. He tried to pull away but Shiro wouldn't let him, holding onto him tighter. Ichigo looked to him, his eyes a tad hurt.

"Who are you dating?" Ichigo was stubborn for a second, sealing his lips. Shiro had patience, waiting for his answer. Ichigo finally gave, sighing in irritation.

"You. I'm dating you," he told him, his shoulders still a tad tense. Shiro wanted to cheer him up, biting his nose. Ichigo frowned, trying to pull away.

"Let go," he whined, laughing when he started nibbling on it. Shiro let his nose go, kissing his lips.

"I don't care about Grimmjow and I don't want you to care either," Shiro told him, Ichigo resting his head on his shoulder. Shiro let go of his wrist, wrapping his arms around his waist.

"That's easy for you to say, you didn't have to date him or get dumped on a highway while it was hailing," Ichigo told him, Shiro working his fingers beneath his shirt. He massaged his lower back, Ichigo sighing softly.

"True," Shiro whispered, kissing his neck.

"But we all have our share of shitty days." Ichigo punched his chest weakly, hating that he was right.

"Wanna know my idea of a good day though?" Shiro asked,Ichigo nodding. He yelped when he was pushed against the door face first, Shiro pressing close against him. Ichigo gasped when he spread his legs, hot kisses placed on his neck.

"Shiro," he whispered, closing his eyes as Shiro reached around and undid his jacket, pulling it off slowly. Ichigo went to undo his pants but Shiro grabbed his wrists, laying his hands flat against the door. Ichigo looked over his shoulder to him, Shiro kissing his lips. Ichigo moaned when he ran a hand over his ass, a shiver running wild all over his body. He rocked back against him, Shiro grabbing his hips. He followed the slow roll of his hips, feeling the uunbearable heat that radiated from him. He released his lips, kissing the skin behind his ear.

He slid his hands to his groin, pressing harder against him. He rubbed his hardening groin, Ichigo panting softly against the door. He groaned when finally Shiro undid his pants, pushing them down. He gasped when Shiro got to his knees, helping him step out his pants fully. He stroked his cock as he licked a line beneath his ass, Ichigo crying out when he sank his teeth into the back of his left thigh. He grit his teeth at the painful ticklish feeling, looking over his shoulder to him.

His thighs were shaking visibly, Shiro sucking on his flesh happily. Ichigo relaxed when he let it go, his skin throbbing softly. He hissed when he spread his cheeks, dragging his tongue up his entrance. He delved it inside, Ichigo arching away at first. Shiro held onto him though, devouring him with a small groan. Ichigo wondered why he liked that part of him so much. It wasn't pretty, or the best tasting part of his body. He loved it so much though he couldn't deny him it, crying out when he pushed in two fingers along with his tongue.

"Shiro," he moaned when he felt his tongue flick against his sweet spot, scratching his nails down the wooden door when he began to assault that one spot. Shiro pulled away, standing up.

"You ready?" He husked into his ear, Ichigo nodding. Shiro undid his pants, pushing them down.

Ichigo had forgotten completely about Grimmjow. There was only this moment when Shiro's hard heat sank in, only the pleasured tortures of stretching, and hot, wet kisses. He gasped brokenly when he fit in all the way, the doors frame creaking when he pressed harder against him. He could feel all of him, his bruise scorching as his sweat trailed down over it.

He was dating Shiro. He was making love with Shiro. That was all that mattered.