WARNING!: It's gay smexy time!

Lemon Chapter II

Ichigo surveyed the remains of his room, standing in the middle of the wooden floorboards, displeasure written across his face. It was late. Although he and Shiro managed to sweep out the loose debris and took out the broken furniture, the window was still gone, the floor and walls were littered with stray claw marks, the light bulb needed to be replaced, and the teen needed a new mattress. At least with Shiro's help, the orangette was able to set aside some time to catch up on his college notes (praise the internet!). A yawn from the Hybrid disrupted Ichigo's thoughts, which led him to think: 'Screw this.'

He fetched a small spare blanket from his closet and used duct tape to tape it over the window frame, temporarily covering the hole. Ichigo stood back to evaluate his handiwork. Wit a shrug, upon deciding that the hack job would do for now, the teen carelessly tossed the tape roll onto his desk. "Hey, nice curtains! Very stylish."

"Shut up." The orange haired teen rolled his eyes. He looked over t find Shiro leaning in the doorway, the usual grin on his face. The Zanpakuto snickered. "What? It's a compliment!"

Jutting a pale thumb over his shoulder, he continued. "Anyways, I finished setting up the futon in the living room."

"Oh, ok." Was Ichigo's reply as he grabbed some pajamas from his dresser. "You can can rest there in your gigai. I'll sleep on the couch."

"Eh?! Ya don't wanna share with me? Is the couch really that comfortable to be stealing my King from my sweet embrace?" The albino dramatically extended an arm towards his wielder, his other hand placed over his chest in exaggerated hurt. Not sure whether to laugh or be annoyed, the teen snorted at the display of flamboyance. Walking past the Zanpakuto, the orangette shoved a set of pajamas and a pair of boxers into Shiro's arms. "Come on. We need to shower."

"What?"

"We need to shower."

"At the same time?"

"Yeah." Ichigo shot the sword spirit a look as if to say "duh", whereas Shiro looked perplexed. Not understanding his boyfriend's confusion, the teen stated plainly. "It'll be faster than taking turns."

Zangetsu couldn't help but shrug in response. The spirit decided "Why not" and followed his orangette into the bathroom. A curling smile grew.

"Shit…" Ichigo gasped through gritted teeth. A soft chuckle, clearly heard despite the spray of water from the shower head, echoed off the bathroom tiles. Leaning back against a strong chest to avoid falling over, the Shinigami Hybrid watched with lidded eyes, his long wet bangs plastered to his face, as a pale hand was wrapped around his manhood, slowly stroking him to hardness.

"What's wrong, King? Yer spacing out." Shiro rested his chin onto a tan shoulder, his other hand lightly trailing over the other's stomach before teasingly pinching a pert nipple.

"Ngh… T-the point of a shower, ah… I-is to get clean." The orangette replied between heavy breaths. He reached behind him to dig his fingers into snowy tresses, groaning as his Zanpakuto's strokes sped up and pale lips brushed against his neck. "Maybe, but yer the one who let yer guard down. Besides, ya kept staring at me; haven't we talked about being honest with yerself?"

Ichigo responded with a low growl. His hips bucked when the wandering hand fondled his ballsack, whilst Shiro placed several open mouth kisses along his jugular. The orangette's breath hitched as a thumb swept over his sensitive tip, impatience building as his hips jerked forward again. With a huff, the teen turned his face to the side and yanked his lover's head forward, crashing their lips together, a delicious liquid fire passing between them. With teeth biting and tongues swirling, the sword spirit seemed to get the message as his hands moved even faster and rougher, squeezing and twisting Ichigo's length as pale fingers moved up and down, swallowing every drawn out moan with a hum of excitement. Soon, Ichigo pulled away from their kiss, his mouth hung open and his body stiffened. He released a groan as he came into Shiro's hand, the cum quickly washing away from the shower head's constant barrage.

"Well, that wasn't so bad, now was it? I was just messing with ya a bit." Shiro grinned as he hugged the teen from behind. Ichigo snorted at the comment, still breathing heavily as his eyes narrowed when pale hands released him to reach for the soap. When he turned to see his Zanpakuto happily making suds and beginning to scrub his gigai, it dawned on him that the pale figure wasn't going to make any further advances. A tick mark formed on the orangette's temple; he was still hard dammit! Plus, he had felt his sword spirit's own erection pressed against his back a minute ago. So what if Shiro was probably doing this on purpose to goad Ichigo into acting on his own? The teen was not about to let this go until his dick was satisfied!

Ichigo spun around and shoved the albino against the all, pinning white wrists on either side of a snowy haired head. The soap was dropped and forgotten. Zangetsu found his mouth being attacked, pink lips moving ardent against his colorless ones, pouring sweet a venom into his blood, before sweeping down to nip at his collar bone. The Zanpakuto's head lolled back, already drunk on the attention as tan hands moved down to caress his body, feeling the dips and curves of his torso as the pale being wrapped his arms around his King. He moaned as his orangette grounded against his hardened member, pushing back for more friction. Shiro's breath hitched when a firm hand took hold of his length. A displeased growl emanated from the spirit's throat when Ichigo pulled away, only for the pale entity to gasp when the teen suddenly dropped to his knees and a hot tongue ran up the underside of the Zanpakuto's throbbing dick.

Hazel eyes looked down to lock on glowing silver, swirling with mirth. Ichigo shot his lover a devilish smirk as he ran a hand through his soaked hair, slicking back his bangs to keep out of his eyes as water dribbled down his skin. In an instant, the Shinigami Hybrid took the tip of Zangetsu's manhood into his mouth and sucked.

"Ah, K-king!" Zangetsu moaned as his dick was slowly encased by the other's hot cavern. A mischievous tongue flitted along the sensitive organ, digging into the albino's tip before Ichigo moved his head further down the shaft of the mewling spirit. The Zanpakuto continued to groan without restraint as his boyfriend bobbed his head faster, using one hand to hold down pale hips and the other to massage Shiro's balls. Not entirely knowing what he was doing, the teen went with the flow of his own actions as he slid down far enough, trying not to choke, as his nose nestled into coarse white hair. In no time, a loud cry spilled past colorless lips, back arching off the tile wall as Ichigo deepthroated Zangetsu, swallowing around the member with hollowed cheeks, prompting his lover to finally release.

Ignoring the bitter taste, the teen swallowed and rose up. His mouth formed a wide smirk, the beastly King still hungry, as he pulled Zangetsu into his arms. "I'm not done yet, Zangetsu."

He spoke in a deep baritone, enticing a shiver of ambrosia, that didn't go unnoticed, to run down the Zanpakuto's spine at the call of his true name. Bracing himself against the other, the albino leered in his boyfriend's face.

"I would hope so." He practically purred with lust hungry eyes, while firm hands groped his ass. Hazel eyes widened, a sharp intake of breath, nails dug into tan upper arms as a single finger was slid into the spirit's entrance. Still without any proper lube, the teen had to make-do with his own saliva while his finger pumped in and out of the tight ring of muscles. At least the gigai was new, so they didn't have to worry about pre-cleaning down there just yet, though it'd probably be easier to remove the gigai altogether next time.

Zangetsu bit his lip with a small groan of mild discomfort when a second finger was added to stretch him. Meanwhile, Ichigo attacked his neck, letting that sweet scent to guide him as his mouth bit and kissed the smooth skin before he sucked on a spot behind an ear. All the while, soft mewls were extracted from the Zanpakuto, oblivious to when a third finger joined the other two.

A spark flashed.

"Ah!" The spirit gasped, his prostrate struck. His head was thrown back, eyes closed with an absurdly wide open-mouthed smile as the shock of pleasure coursed through him. As if on cue, Ichigo turned the other around, bent over and pressed against the shower wall, water splashed down upon the ivory back. Zangetsu's anticipation rose, his cheek pressed against the cool tile and hands held against the wall for support. Coming in alignment, the Hybrid pushed forward, entering slower than last time to his lover's relief, who hummed at the sensation of stretching to accommodate his King's size.

Soon, Zangetsu growled lowly, pushing back against his other. In turn, Ichigo pulled back, only to snap his hips forward, ripping an ecstatic wail from his lover's throat. As the King pounded into his soulmate, the two moved in animalistic passion, thrusting and moaning in carnal delight. The Hollowfied spirit's nails clawed at the tile, his heavy gasps lost in the shower's steam as his prostate got rammed into over and over again. He relished the jolts of pleasure that wracked his body as his lover ravished him, keening when teeth sunk into that sweet spot on the back of his neck. Their reiatsu sparked the air, pulling at their link. Before long, Zangetsu finally came with a howl, clenching down on his lover who followed suite, and splattered his essence on the slick tile.

The two paused to catch their breath. Ichigo pulled out, but kept his hands gripped on pale hips. Then, peering over his shoulder, a psychotic smile spread on the albino's face as he teasingly placed a hand on the curve of his ass. "What? Tired already, K~ing?"

The challenging undertone struck Ichigo, stirring up his lust once more. The Hybrid pounced on his other, gripping ivory shoulders, and slammed Zangetsu's back against the wall. The couple initiated a rough make out once more, tongue and teeth clashed. The orangette's hands slid down his Zanpakuto's wet sides, while lily-white arms leisurely hung over his shoulders. With a firm grip on pale thighs, the teen suddenly hoisted his lover in the air, who yelped as he automatically locked his long legs around the other.

In the next instant, Ichigo thrusted into his boyfriend, sheathing himself to the hilt as they started a fight anew. Zangetsu bit down on a tan shoulder with a moan, laving at the spilt blood as he was fucked against a wall. He groaned at the added friction, trapped between their heated dancing bodies. Meanwhile, Ichigo savored pounding into that tight heat. Whispering Zangetsu's true name into his lover's ear, he took an odd delight as he tore apart the last of his boyfriend's sanity. A steady buzz settled in the two's mind by the time they cummed for the third time that night.

When Zangetsu was finally set down, he felt sleepy yet content despite the slight wobble in his legs and numbness that spread in his lower regions. Ichigo couldn't help but hum with satisfaction upon seeing the lazy smile spread on his boyfriend's face. Being the more awake one, he quickly cleaned them both off, letting his albino lean against his chest as he scrubbed them both down. Finally turning off the shower after all this time, the teen grabbed a towel and dried them off before putting on night clothes and helped the groggy spirit into some boxers and flannel pajamas. He could feel exhaustion slowly catching up to him, but shook it off as he picked up his sleepy mate, bridal style.

Zangetsu gave a small grunt of protest as he was hefted into the air once more, but knew it was pointless to argue. Instead, he relaxed into the embrace as he was carried to the futon set up in the living room, the coffee table shoved to the side to make room. The last traces of silver faded from chocolate brown eyes, as Ichigo slid under the blanket with his mate. The teen pulled Shiro closer, and nuzzled snowy hair. Warmth seeped between the two. As they drifted off to sleep, Zangetsu couldn't help but grin victoriously as his King's skies were cleared without a speck of cloud and permeated with a loving sunshine. Even if, only temporarily.

The power of the boner compels ye!