Grimmjow- Ya know, I didn't come up much in the last chapter…

Me- I know I know! I didn't like it either! But I thought you'd forgive me since you got to be threatening!

Grimmjow- That was fun…even though I had to be close to that Szayel creep. Fucking freaks me out, I swear.

Szayel- Why, thank you Grimmjow-san! I do try my best! Finally getting some recognition!

.: Grimmjow jumps behind me as Szayel tries to hug him :.

Grimmjow- STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU FREAK!!

Ichigo and Shinzo- CUDDLING!! SHUT UP!!

Silence…

IMPORTANT!

IMPORTANT!

IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE! RATING CHANGED TO 'M'. BIG THANKS TO KIVAEMBER!! MAJOR YAOI!! DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ!

Chapter 9

Shinzo moaned, rolling over onto his side as his pale brows creased, heavy pants slipping past parted lips as phantom images of his King writhing and gasping his name out with desperation, those slim fingers digging into his shoulders, flashed across his mind. "M…King…" He purred, curling up in contentment as he could almost feel the substitute Shinigami's sweat slicked skin under his fingers.

But a niggling feeling was poking rather insistently at his subconscious, prodding him from his pleasant doze into the much hated realm of the living (relatively speaking of course). Shinzo grumbled, the dream starting to slip away as he became more aware that there was no Ichigo under him, no carnal activities going on, and that he was fully dressed, curled up on the bed, all alone.

Wait a second! A bed!? Alone!?

Shinzo's inverted eyes snapped open, the albino flailing a little as he leapt up onto his feet. Stumbling at the minor head rush, he frowned at his unfamiliar surroundings. Didn't they fall asleep in a desert? Since when was there dull grey walls surrounding him? His frown deepened when he glanced around, the only furniture aside from the bed was a desk and drawer, a nondescript door wedged in the corner.

Tch. How bland. At least King's hair would liven it up.

His brain kicked into high gear then, frantically pointing out that there was no King in the general vicinity. With a distressed growl, he looked around wildly, finally pivoting on his heel and blinking in confusion at what he saw.

A fucking mirror.

Shinzo deadpanned, rolling his eyes. Was the owner of this room vain or what to have a huge fucking mirror taking up an entire wall to preen in? Snorting, he examined the mirror in amusement. It reflected the room perfectly, aside from the orange fuzz from the person lying on the bed's reflection.

A few seconds later, Shinzo belatedly recognized the 'orange fuzz haired person' as his missing King.

"King!" He bounded over to the window, planting his hands flat against the smooth pane of glass and shouting again. "'Ey! King! Can ya 'ear me!? King! KING!" With a growl, he clenched his hands into fists, pounding on the mirror in a futile attempt to rouse his King from unconsciousness. "WAKE TH' FUCK UP!!"

He slammed the mirror once more, panting slightly as he squinted at the glass. Was it soundproof? A soundproof mirror? Or was it even mirror? Shinzo huffed, thumping the mirror half heartedly. Who gave a damn? All that mattered was that his King was on the other side of this mirror and inaccessible. With a thoughtful frown, the albino briefly wondered if throwing the dresser would be able to break it…

Shinzo's contemplation over furniture turned battering rams was cut short when his King shifted, the redheaded form sitting up slowly with one hand rubbing a bronze eyes cutely. The albino almost 'aw'ed at that, but he was bitch-slapped by his pride and ordered to 'stop giving him doe eyes and get his attention god dammit'! "Uh…King! KING! Can ya 'ear me!?"

Apparently not, as Ichigo completely ignored his shouts. The teen turned his head in the wrong direction to stare at the same, bland grey walls and nondescript furniture and door in his room. Shinzo resisted the urge to face palm as the redhead pushed up from his bed and wandered around the room, opening and closing the door situated in it.

"Dear God, King, yer such an' idiot sometimes." Shinzo snickered in exasperation as his King stared at the wall opposite of the mirror. The albino pulled a face at the redhead's back before tapping an absent tune on the mirror, waiting (im)patiently for his King to turn.

After half a minute, Ichigo finally turned, confused brown eyes locking onto mildly amused gold.

There was a brief moment where the two just stared at each other; Ichigo standing in the middle of his room with a cute, confused frown on his face and Shinzo leaning on the mirror, coyly tracing a pattern on the smooth surface with a lopsided smirk in place. The albino lifted a pale hand lazily in greeting. "Finally up, eh Sleepin' Beauty?"

Ichigo's confused look deepened even more. The redhead's lips moved silently, and Shinzo sighed. So the mirror was soundproofed. Joy. Utilizing his skills at lip reading that he had learned out of pure boredom, the albino translated the sentence easily. "I haven' go' a clue wha's goin' on, King."

Ichigo squinted, something that made Shinzo's eyebrow twitch irritably (seriously, why do people do that?) and mouthed 'what?' The albino rolled his eyes and repeated his sentence, slower that time and was satisfied when his King nodded in understanding.

Sighing, Ichigo walked up to the mirror and pressed his hand against the glass where his inner Hollow's was. 'Can you break it?' The redhead mouthed, frowning when the albino shook his head. "Just great." He muttered to himself. "Fucking fantastic."

Shinzo snickered, golden eyes slipping half closed as he tapped his long index finger against the glass. "Ya" He paused, an odd look flitting across his face as he felt something brush against his senses. What…was that? He focused on the presence…s, their seething sick aura coming closer to their location. His other hand went back unconsciously for Zangetsu, fingers clenching thin air. A soft curse slipped past his lips.

Ichigo looked at his inner Hollow in concern. "Shinzo? What is it?"

Shinzo narrowed his eyes. "I'm no' sure." He muttered, turning away slightly to scan his room as the two noxious auras was practically upon them. He bristled when a door appeared out of nowhere, gold rimmed and ornate, and creaked open. The albino turned round fully, shifting his body so he was blocking Ichigo from view, much to the redhead's irritation.

"Shinzo? What? What is it!? What the hell is going on over there!?"

Shinzo's attention, however, was drawn to the two figures that entered the room through the newly sprung door. The Hollow's first thought was: 'Whoa, it's Godzilla's kids', followed by, 'what the fuck are they!?'

They were lithe, inhumanly slender reptilian bodies, bipedal with skeletal wings clamped firmly against their sides. Their variegated scales shimmered fluidly, bone white masks drawn to the sides of their skulls and eerie silver eyes snapping instantly to the albino Hollow standing protectively before the redhead. Low hissing noises rumbled in the creature on the left's throat, its mask a stylized, grinning weasel. "The intruders that were captured should not even be in this world, should they not?"

Shinzo's brows creased, golden eyes snapping between the two conversing creatures. Annoyance flared at the fact that they were deliberately ignoring him, wondering all the while how to kill them with the absence of Zangetsu. "Hey…"

"No. According to our data, the one in the accompanying cell belongs in the Material Realm." The creature on the right answered, trace of disgust in its baritone hiss. It jerked its head at the albino, its snarling stylized wolf mask accentuating the revulsion in its gleaming silver eyes. "The one here, however, shouldn't even be of any realm. It is presumably part of the other's consciousness."

"Hey!" Shinzo snapped. "Don' talk 'bout me like I ain't 'ere, ya fugly bastard!" The two creatures reared back, startled looks flashing in their eyes. "Now tell me, who or wha' th' fuck are ya an' where are we!?"

The two creatures looked at each other, the wolf mask jerking his head pointedly. The weasel mask snapped its reptilian jaws but turned to the irate albino, silver eyes squinted curiously in a fashion that reminded Shinzo too much about an interested Kurotsuchi. "Speak your name and make clear to us as to how you know our language."

The albino narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Language? What, haven't these weirdoes heard of Japan? "Wha? Ya retarded or somethin'? Th' name's Hibiki Shinzo. Ya gonna answer my question or wha', fugly bastard number 1?"

The weasel masked creature tilted its head, wings twitching. "Interesting…the prisoner doesn't even have his name. Memory loss, perhaps?"

Shinzo was getting more confused. Didn't he just give out his name?

"It could be. The only way he could have our language is if he dons one of our names. If we keep him alive, he might remember it." The wolf masked creature muttered. It peered past Shinzo's tensed form and snorted. "The other is of no use to us."

Molten rage erupted in the albino's chest at the insinuation. "YA KILL 'IM AN' I DIE AS WELL!" He roared, pressing his back against the glass to try and block more of Ichigo from view. He could feel the faint vibrations of his King pounding the mirror, but he didn't dare take his eyes off these fugly bastards for a second.

The weasel masked creature pawed the ground with its clawed foot. "What exactly is your relation to the other one?" It stepped forward, the albino able to see the desire for knowledge lurking in silver irises. Yep. Definitely a Kurotsuchi clone.

Shinzo snorted angrily. "I'll tell ya if ya tell me why we're 'ere."

"You were trespassing on our lands." The wolf masked one growled. "And that alone is enough reason to imprison you." Its growls increased when the albino scoffed at him, muscles under variegated scales flexing warningly. The weasel masked one placed a clawed hand on the wolf masked one's shoulder with a pointed look.

The weasel masked one turned back to the Hollow. "Are you going to answer our question now?"

Shinzo glanced between them, speaking slow and deliberate as he pulled an excuse directly out of his metaphoric ass. "I'm 'is inner Hollow. I…resided in 'is soul until recently, but, I, uh, can't be apart from 'im fer too long, 'cause, uh…it'll…drain my strength (yeah, that works)! Even bein' in separate rooms is enough t' weaken me, an' if ya wanna learn more 'bout me, I ain't much use dead, eh?"

Shinzo mentally crossed his fingers as the two creatures muttered to each other in low tones, shooting occasional looks at the albino. Finally the wolf masked one snorted irritably and stepped back with a sullen air about him. The weasel masked one turned back to the Hollow. "It wouldn't matter either way, we will allow it." It snapped its claws together, a high pitched crack resounding throughout the room.

Shinzo grunted when a warm body landed heavily against his back and caused him to stumble forward. In the distraction, the two creatures managed to slip away unnoticed, the door vanishing with them much to Shinzo's chagrin.

"What the hell, Shinzo!?" Ichigo barked, turning his inner Hollow round. "Who were they? Did they tell you where we are? What did you say to them? Wh-" He was cut off when Shinzo pressed the palm of his hand against the teen's mouth, muffling anymore questions.

Shinzo checked that the unnatural presences (because nothing that sickly feeling could be natural) were gone, or at least far away before answering his King's questions. "Calm, King." He soothed. "They didn' say who they were, bu' we were captured fer trespassin' or some messed up reason like tha'. They were weird too, talkin' 'bout languages an' names or somethin'…" The albino shook his head. "They wanted t' kill ya, bu' I managed t' talk 'em out o' it."

Ichigo blinked, the anger ebbing from brown irises. He pulled the albino's pale hand from his mouth, looking down slightly. "So…what deal did you make with them then?"

Shinzo huffed. "Wha' makes ya think I made a deal with those fugly bastards? I jus' used my charm an' intelligence t' talk 'em out o' it." He grinned lightly at the suspicious look in bronze eyes and moved his hand to cup the redhead's cheek, rubbing the pad of his thumb along smooth skin. "Ya don' think I'd serve anyone else, eh?"

Ichigo scowled, twisting his face away from the albino's soothing hand. "Well, got any bright ideas to get us out of here?"

Shinzo frowned in mock thought before giving his customary shit eating grin. "Nope. Bu' I got an' idea on how t' pass th' time." He placed his hands on the teen's hips, leaning down to brush pale lips against Ichigo's earlobe. "Wanna hear it?"

Ichigo shivered involuntarily, his breath hitching in his throat. "Now isn't the time for that, Shinzo! We're in a serious situation here, we can't fuck around!" His voice wavered when cool lips slid softly along his stubborn jaw line, inhaling sharply. "S-Shinzo…"

Shinzo purred against his King's jaw. "We can't do much righ' now, so we migh' as well enjoy our time 'ere." Moving his left hand, he hooked two fingers in the knot of the redhead's white obi and tugged him forward, the other arm winding round the trim waist. "I promise I won' do anythin' ya don' like." He whispered breathlessly, placing butterfly kisses from his King's jaw line to the corner of his mouth.

"Unn…" Ichigo flinched slightly, confusion and desire stirring in brown eyes. "We…should really try to…to find a way out…" He murmured, almost purring at the wonderful sensations lighting his nerves as pale lips brushed against his skin. It was perfect…but this truly wasn't the time for…this… "M…"

Shinzo could feel his breaths quicken, cheeks warming as he kissed every inch of the teen's face, but deliberately avoided those parted, pink lips. Ichigo had been the one shying away in this relationship, and Shinzo wanted the substitute Shinigami to beg for it. "There's no door… 'cept tha' one which prob'ly doesn' lead anywhere…" The albino muttered, kisses drawing to the teen's jugular. "Let's jus' go with th' flow."

Shinzo supposed it was good luck that Ichigo seemed so tired and sluggish, as the redhead only gave another weak protest while he was subtly herded towards the bed, craning his head back to allow the albino more access to his neck. "Shinzo…" The redhead groaned, though whether it was a reprimand or an invitation to continue, it wasn't clear – though Shinzo liked to think it was the latter.

Ichigo yelped in surprise when he was push back against the bed (when did they reach it!?), his inner Hollow looming over him with a wicked smile promising that Shinzo wanted to play…and not in the innocent way either. Though he would later deny it, at that moment a thrill of anticipation shuddered through his body at the implications that smile was portraying. "S-Shinzo!"

"Hm?" Shinzo leant down, running his azure tongue up the column of the teen's throat, smile widening into a grin as he saw his King's Adam's apple bob nervously. Licking his lips as he pulled back slightly, he slipped his hands into Ichigo's black haori, skimming pale fingertips over the trembling torso with deliberate slowness. He was still waiting for the begging, and by the way harsh pants were tearing themselves from his King's throat, crimson flush painted delicately across tanned cheeks, it was very close.

"Haa…" Ichigo's eyes fluttered close, body involuntarily arching upwards to the light touches. His common senses screeches at him to push the Hollow away and find a way out of this place was quickly becoming an irritating murmur in the back of his mind, hormones liberating his brain for the time being. "Shin…zo…"

With a burst of impatience, Shinzo latched onto the redhead's neck with his sharp canines, biting down and sucking the sensitive skin. He could taste a hint of copper swamp his tongue, the blue muscle digging into the shallow wound as the surrounding flesh darkened into a bruise. Feeling Ichigo squirm against him, a soft noise escaping the redhead's throat, Shinzo moved away from the hickey, a smudge of crimson tinting the corner of his mouth as he licked his pale lips.

There. Now everyone will know his King was taken.

Intensely flustered, the dull throb distracting him momentarily about their kidnapping situation, Ichigo gasped when his inner Hollow lapped at the bite on his neck, breathless moan of the albino's name slipping unbidden from his lips. The roughness of Shinzo's tongue was like that of a cat, and only served to make the redhead shiver pleasantly from the strange sensation. "Ah…"

Seeing that his King was beginning to submit, Shinzo leant up to Ichigo's ear, purring softly into it. "D'ya want me t' kiss ya, King?" His tongue swirled inside the delicate shell of the redhead's ear, victory welling up in his chest when Ichigo whimpered out an almost inaudible 'yes'. Immediately, he moved to the substitute Shinigami's expectant lips and claimed them in a fiery kiss, his azure tongue pushing into the hot cavern eagerly.

Ichigo moaned heatedly, slim fingers gripping white tresses as they petted the silky strands erratically, back arching against the paler body when the Hollow's black fingernails scraped lightly down his stomach, faint red lines marking their path. His chest began to burn from the lack of air, but he would gladly take passing out then move away from the albino. Whenever he heard of people talking about kissing, with the tongues probing and teeth nipping, he expected some level of discomfort (come on, someone is sticking their tongue in your mouth), but this was just…just plain good.

Shinzo pulled back a mere centimeter, panting heavily as his calloused palms rubbed up his King's chest. "Fuckin' ace…" He murmured; sliding his pale lips against the redhead's slightly swollen ones once more and slowly pushed the black haori from tanned shoulders. His King was gone with the moment, protests blissfully absent as he whimpered and moaned for more, eagerly shedding his haori. Shinzo couldn't stop a grin of triumph gracing his lips.

If they were going to die here (highly unlikely, but it could happen), then he didn't want to go as a virgin – or at least get a decent grope in before they passed on, he wasn't really picky.

"Sh-Shinzo…" Ichigo moaned, twisting his head to the side as his inner Hollow turned his attention to his neck, swollen lips mouthing incoherent words. He felt Shinzo's fingers slowly untie his white obi, mind too dazed and pleasured to connect these as he obediently lifted his hips when the albino tugged his black hakama from lithe hips. "Hnn…" Brows creased briefly at the draft he could feel. "Wh…what are you…doing…?" He asked breathlessly, distracted by the faint graze of teeth along his collarbone.

Shinzo pressed a light kiss to the superficial abrasion along the teen's collarbone; finger carding through the redhead's coarse orange hair before trailing over his King's half hard length. Smirking at the shocked gasp, he took it firmly in his calloused palm and slowly stroked it gently. "Makin' ya feel good, King."

Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut against the pleasure, fingers digging into his inner Hollow's scalp as the hand hastened its ministrations, ecstasy coursing throughout his body from the intimate touches. "AAh!" Rolling his hips, his penis hardened from the attention it was garnering, swollen lips mouthing Shinzo's name wantonly. "S-Shinzo…oh…oh…" He could barely breathe, his whole body on fire from the raw pleasure.

Shinzo smeared the precum collecting from the tip of his King's dick around the head, applying slight pressure on the length and pumping faster, fingers slicking from the warm moisture. "C'mon, King…say my name…" He pressed his lips against the teen's neck, sucking on the jugular and feeling the vein's quick pulse through the sweat slicked skin. "Come fer me…"

"I…ah…" Ichigo couldn't think, let alone string words together in a coherent sentence. He whimpered desperately, squirming and bucking to the pale hand. The pressure suddenly contracted in his stomach, muscles tensing as he realized he wasn't going to last. "S-Shinzo! I…I'm gonna come!" He cried, feeling his inner Hollow's rough tongue drag up his neck to his ear. "Shinzo!!"

"Shhh…" Shinzo jerked his hand faster, pressing a light kiss to the earlobe as Ichigo's moans reached fever pitch. "It's alrigh'…come on…" He squeezed the erection pointedly, dragging an almost scream of pleasure from the substitute Shinigami. "Yer doin' great…"

Spurred by the soft encouragements whispered in his ear, and the electrifying touches on his penis, Ichigo only lasted two more strokes before coming messily in his inner Hollow's awaiting palm, a sultry moan of the albino's name mixed with a coarse swear tearing itself from his throat. His hips bucked a few times against the calloused palm to ride out his orgasm, the teen's hands moving so that his arms were wrapped tightly round Shinzo's shoulders, his face buried into the crook of the albino's neck.

The two were silent for a few minutes, Shinzo raising his hand up and licking the semen from his palm. He waited patiently for his King to gather himself and grinned in accomplishment. There, now he could die happy knowing that he was finally able to grope his King. With a snicker, he pressed a soft kiss to tousled orange hair, feeling the substitute Shinigami shift. "How was tha', King?"

Ichigo huffed, not moving his face from the crook of his Hollow's neck. "You molested me, jackass." His arms tightened their grip round broad shoulders. "Ugh…now I'm tired…"

Shinzo, licking the remaining cum from his hand, carefully laid down on the bed, wrapping an arm round the redhead's trim waist and dragging the discarded black haori over his King. "Well then sleep. I promise I won' do nothin' t' ya." He grinned proudly at his trickery.

"You mean, you promise you won't do anything to me." Ichigo corrected drowsily.

Shiro pouted. "Alrigh'. Now sleep, King. We'll figure a way outta 'ear when we wake up, 'kay?"

With a sleepy mumble, Ichigo settled more comfortably against the paler body. "M'kay…" His breaths eventually evened out into deep, slow breaths, signaling that the teen was now in lala land. Shinzo grinned affectionately, rubbing his cheek against soft vibrant orange tresses. Oh, his King was so adorable sometimes. Shinzo tightened his grip round the redhead.

And he wasn't going to allow anyone to hurt him.

AGAIN!! HUGE HUGE HUGE THANKS TO KIVAEMBER!!

Sorry for the late update by the way. It was another one of those where I thought I updated it...but it turned out that I didn't...

I'm working on a oneshot with GrimmXIchi by the way. I am so unfaithful. Switching back and forth all the time. But I can't help it!