Due to a Lack of Alternatives

He sat quietly. A little more quietly than usual, a little more thoughtful. It wasn't that he wasn't always thoughtful. But right now he was very confused. Shiro kept popping up into his mind. And with his being at school, so did Orihime.

To him she was just so perfect. But something about it was so fake. Her smile, the way she spoke, the way she held him.

It didn't feel the same. It wasn't at all like the feeling Shiro gave him it wasn't – ' well of course it isn't, you idiot' he told himself. 'It's not supposed to feel the same. She's supposed to feel right. He's just gross and wrong.' he tried to tell himself that. Tried. But it didn't seem to work.

"Kurosaki-kun!" Orihime called, bouncing up to him. He smiled. It turned into a grimace as she hugged him. Her breasts pressed against his arm. And for some strange, demented reason, he didn't enjoy the contact. "Let's walk home together!" he nodded, the little half grimace and half smile plastered to his face as he nodded at her words. Something about making a green bean and chocolate soup with hot sauce.

Weird girl with her weird food.

They didn't split up as they normally did. Instead Orihime invited inside. She closed the door behind them, and shifted from foot to foot, before she grabbed him and kissed him. He made a shocked noise in the back of his throat, feeling her tongue roaming his mouth.

When did shy orihime become like this? She had been afraid to even tell him she liked him, even though he'd known it. Wasn't completely sure about it, to be true, but he'd still had a feeling.

Her lips were soft, everything about her was soft and delicate and so very feminine. He shivered as she pushed him back against the wall, taking as much of his mouth as she could. Her breasts pressed against his chest, and her arms twined themselves around his neck. "Kurosaki-kun..." she whispered.

Her voice grated his ears. He didn't like the way it sounded. His mind supplied a deeper, distorted voice for him, the way it would sound, whispering just like that. His stomach heated up at the thought. He gasped quietly when she brushed against him. She blushed. "I-I think I should go..." he mumbled, trying to untangle her from him.

"No...no! Kurosaki-kun!" but he left the apartment, leaving Orihime in tears.

But what did she think she was doing, trying to give him her virginity? Didn't she know she would cry afterwards? Didn't she know she'd regret it? Didn't she know her heart would start tearing the moment she closed her eyes because she hated herself for giving it all up?

Didn't she know she'd feel just like he did, the first time Shiro had stolen it from him?

He sighed, going home and crashing onto his bed, covering his eyes with his arms.

"Thank you for rejecting her, King." Shiro whispered with a smirk, appearing beside him.

"Shut up." he told the hollow harshly, trying to shake the hand exploring his chest off him. "I just didn't want her making stupid mistakes." Shiro purred, kissing his neck and face.

"You don't give a shit about that harlot. And you know it." the hollow sharply bit his neck, licking at the bruise. He grabbed shiro's hair, pulling him up and kissing him roughly.

"I do she's my friend." they kissed again, teeth and tongues clashing, familiar desire rising.

"But I mean more don't I, king?" shiro asked him a little hopeful smile, hand slipping up his school uniform to tweak a pink nub. He smirked.

"You don't mean shit." he hissed, dragging the inverted haori off bleached shoulders. "I'm only choosing you...due to a lack of alternatives."

They kissed once more, parting slowly.

"Liar."

OWARI

yes, I know, I cut off at the good part. But look how sweet their getting, so cute. You like? Then review!