Author's note: Another chapter! I hope there are no mistakes!
Setting: Shinigami don't exist. Humanoid cats do! Both cats and humanoid cats exist. Don't get confused.
Warnings: Lousy English, Mature content, Yaoi, Cussing, Neko!Hichi, Neko!Rukia
Chapter 4: The Suppression of Possessiveness
"YOU'RE LATE!"
A flying kick went its way to Ichigo and Shiro as soon as the door closed behind them. The white cat pounced on to him the second time of the day.
"Tsk, tsk. No attacking the King, King's father~" Shiro said.
"But he needs his punishment for being late for dinner!" Isshin exclaimed.
"But it ain't King's fault." Shiro replied, standing up.
"Hmm?"
Ichigo walked over to his father. "We were over at Inoue's house. Rukia's fallen ill."
"What? My beloved daughter is sick?" Isshin jumped up in shock. Then he rushed over to the huge picture of Ichigo's mother. "Masaki! Our beloved daughter is sick! You have to protect her from all those viruses out there!"
"Rukia-chan is sick?" Yuzu asked when she came out of the kitchen to serve food. "Is she ok?"
Ichigo walked over to his chair at the table and sat down. "Yah. I went to take care of her just now. She should be fine by tomorrow." Shiro quickly sat down beside his owner.
"That's good." Yuzu sighed in relief and gave her brother a bowl of rice.
"What's that on your neck, Shiro?" Karin asked, curious.
The white cat grinned. "Heh, a love token from your br-"
"A COLLAR!" Ichigo yelled to cut off his sentence, blushing furiously behind his bowl.
"Isn't it cute?" Yuzu commented, receiving a hiss from Shiro.
"I ain't cute!" Shiro narrowed his eyes. "It's all your fault, King!" He growled, turning to Ichigo.
"I thought you liked the idea of letting others know that you already belonged to someone?" Ichigo mumbled softly before returning to gobble his rice.
"Who's da one who started with this crap anyway?" Shiro retorted but was ignored as Ichigo stood up.
"Thanks for the food." Ichigo said and went upstairs. A small vein popped out on Shiro's head as he watched his owner went out of sight.
"Shiro-chan! Don't mind about Ichigo! He's still a stubborn kid! You should spend more time with us! Stop sticking to Ichigo!" Isshin exclaimed as he ruffled Shiro's hair roughly. "And you look really C-U-T-E with th-!" Shiro smacked him far away before he could finish his sentence.
"Inoue?" Ichigo said after picking up a call on his phone.
"Yah! Thanks for your help today, Kurosaki-kun!"
"Sure. If you need any help with Rukia again, feel free to ask."
"Ok! When Rukia-chan feels better, I'll let you know!"
"Ok. Thanks, Inoue. "
"B-Bye, Kurosaki-kun! Goodnight!"
"Bye." Ichigo replied and hung up.
"What did that woman want?"
Ichigo jumped in surprise before turning over to face Shiro. He didn't even hear the door open. "How many times have I told you to call her by her name?"
Shiro rolled his eyes while shutting the door. "Ok… What did Inoue Orihime want?" He overheard the last bit of the conversation and wasn't happy that that woman called, no matter for what reason did she called.
It was Ichigo's turn to be angry. "You are doing this on purpose right? Haven't I taught you manners?"
"So are ya gonna get angry with me over that Inoue Orihime now?" Shiro growled.
Ichigo was really annoyed now. "Seriously, why are you so against her? She hasn't done anything to you! Why are you so possessive?"
The white cat's ears twitched. "POSSESSIVE? Who's da one being possessive now?" Shiro hissed, jabbing his finger towards his neck where the collar is.
"You getting off the subject! That's not the point right now!" Ichigo yelled before stomping to his bed. "I can't be bothered with you!"
"What? Ya can't win so ya think leavin' this conversation saves yar fucking ass?" Shiro continued, but was thoroughly ignored by Ichigo who covered himself with his blanket.
The white humanoid cat was upset. He and Ichigo had only been together for a fucking day and now Ichigo's ignoring him. And it's all because of that woman! How could he not hate her? To think he even felt sorry for her just now. FUCK!
Not wanting to be in the same room with Ichigo right now, Shiro stomped his way down to the living room where the Kurosaki family was watching a spirit show which he had no idea what's so fascinating about. Flopping into an empty seat, Shiro glared at the television as if it was the one that caused his bad mood.
"What's wrong, Shiro-chan?" Yuzu asked, concerned.
"Probably a fight with Ichi-nii." Karin answered, not even looking away from the television screen.
"A fight with Ichigo? Just what is that bastard doing to his pet?" Isshin said. "I'm going t-"
"Don't." Shiro interrupted.
"Bu-" Isshin started.
"We'll be fine." Shiro said and curled up on the sofa, closing his eyes, going to sleep. The family looked in his direction for a while before turning back to the television.
"ICHIGO!"
The orange head was almost thrown off his bed by the force of the voice and pressed his palms to his ears.
"Just what the fucking hell are you doing, you goat-face!" Ichigo yelled loudly, grabbing his father by the shirt. "Are you trying to make your son deaf?"
"He might as well be." Isshin replied calmly.
"Wha-!"
"What did you and Shiro fight about?"
Ichigo stared at his father before looking away and releasing his hold. "What did he say?"
"He didn't say anything. He told me not to beat you up too." His father said.
"Then why are you here?"
"To…"
Ichigo looked back at his father.
"BEAT MY SON UP OF COURSE!" And the orange head received a punch to his face, flying to the other side of the room.
Ichigo quickly recovered from the crash, caressing his cheek. "Wha-!"
"It's your responsibility, Ichigo!"
Ichigo blinked, startled by his father's change of tone.
"I do not accept overnight quarrels! Settle it the day you started it!"
"Bu-"
"If not! By the time you know it, the both of you have drifted far apart. More than you think would have."
Ichigo didn't reply, still staring at his father. Isshin stood and walked over to his son, patting him on the shoulder.
"Ichigo. You're an elder brother. You know your responsibilities as one. Now that you have another responsibility as an owner, you have to stick to it as well. You are to teach your pet well, care for it, and show your love for it. They aren't as strong as they seem." Isshin said and kicked Ichigo to another side of the room. "DO YOUR JOB WELL, SON! I SEE YOU STILL HAVE MUCH TO LEARN FROM YOUR GENIUS FATHER! HAHAHAHAHA!" And ran out before Ichigo recovered from the kick.
"Damn you…" Ichigo hissed, rubbing his back.
It was already in the middle of the night when Ichigo's father went to kick him around. His sisters had already gone to bed hours ago. Ichigo couldn't believe nobody woke from the ruckus just now. Reaching the living room, he found Shiro sleeping on the sofa, curled up into a ball. He was slightly shivering, his cat ears twitching from time to time. Kneeling on the floor, Ichigo reached over to wake him. "Shiro. Wake up."
The white cat stirred in his sleep, swapping Ichigo's hand away. The orange head tried again. "Come, Shiro. Let's go back to my room. You'll catch a cold here."
Shiro growled deep in his throat before opening his eyes gradually, seeing his owner's face. "What do ya want, bastard…"
"To bring you back to my room, idiot." Ichigo couldn't help retorting.
"So ya admit yar wrong?" Shiro asked.
"We were both wrong. I shouldn't have ignored you. And you…don't be so stubborn, ok? Call Inoue by her name." Ichigo said while caressing Shiro's hair. Shiro leaned into his hand and kissed it. He wasn't really angry with Ichigo, he was just jealous and irritated with the way Ichigo helped Inoue.
"Ok, King. As long as yar ain't mad at me." Shiro grabbed Ichigo's wrist and rubbed his head on his palm, purring. Ichigo smiled, happy that they made up. He and Shiro usually have quarrels and arguments, but they were just small matters. This was the first time they had such a serious fight.
In a second, Ichigo was lying on the floor with Shiro on top of him, lips crashing together. Ichigo kissed back eagerly and let Shiro's tongue in immediately when his tongue licked his bottom lip, asking for entrance. Both tongues rubbed against each other before starting their battle, which Ichigo lost when Shiro rubbed their groins together.
"Mmm… Shiro…" Ichigo moaned, grinding back. He needed so much more heat than this.
Shiro purred delightfully at the friction, reaching his hand beneath Ichigo's shirt, tracing his fingers over Ichigo's taut muscles. Ichigo arched his back at the soft touch and broke the kiss, gasping for air. He would love to continue, but he needed to tell Shiro.
"W-We should…go to my-ah! room…" Ichigo said between groans as Shiro pinched his nipples. He had to think of his family. They still have no idea that they were together yet, even if they knew, they couldn't do this in front of them.
The white cat gave his owner one last long lick on the neck before answering. "Sure, my King." He swiftly picked Ichigo up in his arms, almost dropping him as he was surprised with the amount of weight on his arms and moved to his room as quickly as possible.
Ichigo gave a yelp when Shiro tossed him roughly on to his bed. "Ya sure are heavy, King…" Shiro commented, smirking.
Ichigo showed him his own smirk. "That's what you get for not getting yourself a petite girl."
"Too bad fer me then." Shiro said, as he took off his shirt before pouncing on to his owner and kissing him senseless. Ichigo scratched the back of his cat ears, causing him to purr into the kiss. Then Ichigo broke the kiss again.
"W-What time is it, S-Shiro…?" Ichigo breathed out, arching as his pet nibbled on his neck. It was difficult to think straight with his pet distracting him.
"Hmmm…?" Shiro purred and took a glance at Ichigo's alarm clock before returning to his neck. "Around 4.30 a.m." He nudged Ichigo's legs apart with his knees and ground his hips harshly down on Ichigo's, causing Ichigo to bite down on his shoulder to silence his cries. Shiro growled in pleasure, rolling his hips.
"Hah… H-Hurry up, Shiro… Ah… I have school l-later…" Ichigo groaned out as he continued grinding his erection against Shiro's.
"Don't worry, my King. I'll make sure ya don't even have time ter sleep~" Shiro purred into Ichigo's ear, causing a shiver before nibbling on his earlobe. He dragged Ichigo's shirt up, exposing his sexy body, finally getting it off and tossing it to the side with Ichigo's help. He kissed his way down to Ichigo's chest, licking around a nipple before sucking it in his mouth, emitting a groan from the orange head. Ichigo slid his hands on Shiro's back, scratching up, earning growls of pleasure, finally reaching the collar and tugged painfully. The strain on Shiro's neck caused him to be unable to breathe properly and releasing the red and hard nipple. "I-Ichigo…!"
Ichigo smirked as he pulled on the collar even more. "I love the way you call my name when I do something to you." He tugged Shiro's head down and whispered huskily into his ear. "Makes me wanna…thrust into you so hard that you'll scream for me to stop."
Shiro moaned breathlessly, his erection reacting to Ichigo's words. His head fell on to Ichigo's shoulder and sank his fangs into the flesh beneath him. Ichigo groaned loudly in pain and surprise, releasing the hold on the collar, scratching Shiro's back.
"S-Shiro…" Ichigo moaned as pleasure filled his mind. Seeing Ichigo's lust-filled eyes, Shiro released his fangs and licked the wound, causing Ichigo to mew sweetly.
"Wanna try da kitty-style?" Shiro breathed into Ichigo's ear, causing him to shiver, licking the inside of the ear.
"Y-Yes…" Ichigo agreed, turning over to capture Shiro's lips with his. Shiro kissed back greedily before breaking it and flipping Ichigo over on his knees, emitting a yelp from the orange head. "S-Shiro…?"
"The kitty-style, my dear King." Shiro pressed his front on to Ichigo's back, rubbing his erection on to Ichigo's raised butt, still clothed. Ichigo ground back, growling in pleasure and impatience. "Hmm…" Shiro hummed.
"G-Get it off…!" Ichigo ordered, picking himself up on his arms with all of his leftover strength, rubbing forcefully back, wanting to feel more friction and heat.
"As ya wish, my King." Shiro nibbled at everywhere within his reach as his hands unbuttoned Ichigo's pants, sliding both pants and boxers down Ichigo's thighs. Ichigo moved his legs to help getting them off. He hissed when Shiro grabbed his precum-leaking erection, stroking it.
"Y-Yours too!" Ichigo commanded as he ground his naked butt against the bulge at Shiro's pants. Shiro squeezed a little at Ichigo's length, earning him a groan.
"After a while, ok?" Shiro continued humping, pumping and licking, making Ichigo's mind swirl. Then Ichigo gasped when Shiro inserted a finger in him. Shiro pushed his finger in and out a few times before sliding another finger in, emitting a little whine from the orange head. He smirked and entered a third finger, causing his owner to groan and wriggle, trying to get away from his fingers. But it wasn't long before Ichigo started pushing back at his fingers as he thrust them deeply, hitting on his prostate. Ichigo almost screamed as white blinded him when Shiro hit it.
"S-Shiro… I want…you…" Ichigo said as Shiro continued thrusting with his fingers.
"Hmm? What did ya say, King?" Shiro acted innocent and squeezed Ichigo's length again.
"Ah...! I-I want you…in me…!" Ichigo said breathlessly.
"Sure, my King. Looks like I'm da one who's gonna thrust into ya so hard ya'll scream fer me ter stop." Shiro mocked, pulling his fingers out and releasing Ichigo's erection, earning a needy whine. He spread Ichigo's legs further apart and pushed the orange head down on his elbows before unbuttoning his pants and pulled down together with boxers to reveal his own leaking erection. Swiftly, he thrust into Ichigo all the way until he was fully sheathed, purring at the sensation he felt while Ichigo muffled his scream into the bed and gripped the bedsheet tightly. Shiro flattened his body on to Ichigo's back, kissed and sucked on his neck before biting down harshly on the nape, emitting a groan from Ichigo's throat. He held on to the neck while he continued thrusting at a fast pace. Ichigo hissed in pain as he pushed back, screaming in pleasure when Shiro hit his prostate straight on. Shiro took note of that spot and continued thrusting on it, faster and faster, earning sweet mews from the orange head. Ichigo reached his climax at one strong thrust on his prostate, cumming on his stomach and the bed, screaming Shiro's name. Shiro growled on Ichigo's neck when Ichigo clenched tightly around him and released deep inside of Ichigo after one harsh thrust, then thrust a few more times to ride out his orgasm.
Ichigo crashed on to the bed, panting, after calming down from his climax. Shiro detached his mouth from Ichigo's neck and slipped out of Ichigo, hearing a whimper in the process. He licked on to wound he caused on the neck, soothing it. "Mmmm…" Ichigo hummed. Before he knew it, he was flipped over on his back, warmth and wetness engulfed around his length. He looked down, seeing Shiro taking his length in his mouth, wrapping his tongue around it, smirking. Shiro quickly slid his tongue over the slit to stop Ichigo from speaking and it worked, as Ichigo tossed his head back in pleasure. It wasn't long before Ichigo's cock was fully erected from all the sucking and licking. Shiro's was also dripping with precum from all the arousing moans and groans from his owner.
Shiro released Ichigo's erection, giving it one last long lick from base to tip before grabbing the orange head's thighs and positioning himself at Ichigo's abused entrance. "It ain't over yet, my King~" And he thrust all the way in, shoving in and out immediately. Ichigo gripped the sheets and moaned to the violent thrusts, his erection twitching. Shiro pushed his thighs further down, penetrating deeper, hitting on his prostate with every thrust. Ichigo pushed back, trying to get Shiro even deeper in him even though he had not much strength left. It wasn't long before he clenched tightly around Shiro, getting his release when the hand gripping at the base of his length stopped him from doing so.
"F-Fuck…! S-Shiro!" Ichigo whined as he reached over and grabbed Shiro's wrist.
"Beg, my dear King. Beg fer me ter let ya cum." Shiro said huskily as he snapped his hips forward forcefully. He wasn't going to let Ichigo cum that easily.
Ichigo growled in annoyance. Was his pet ordering him around? He is the fucking owner! Damn it!
"Let me c-cum!" Ichigo yelled reluctantly earning a disapproving shake from the white cat.
"Tsk, tsk. That ain't beggin', my King." Shiro said smugly, thrusting on Ichigo's prostate harshly.
"Ah…! P-Please… I need to cum!" Ichigo said pleadingly as he really needed release badly. Shiro kissed Ichigo, letting go of his erection and the orange head almost immediately spurted his cum over his stomach and chest, in addition to the previous release. After a few more thrusts, Shiro came deep inside of Ichigo again; filling him with hot sticky liquid which some flowed out. Both of them groaned into each other's mouth as they rocked together, riding out their orgasms.
Shiro broke the kiss and nibbled gently on Ichigo's neck. The orange head caressed the white cat's hair, relaxing before jumping up, making Shiro fall off him and land on the bed, beside him. Ichigo hurriedly grabbed his alarm clock and looked at the time. 6.15 a.m. He fell back on to the bed and sighed. Shiro wriggled nearer to him and pulled Ichigo into his arms, burying his face in his orange locks.
"Mmm… I want to sleep, Shiro…" Ichigo whined on to Shiro's shoulder as he hugged back.
"Was da 'exercise' too intense fer ya?" Shiro mocked.
Ichigo pushed away from Shiro to talk face to face. "…It's all your fault! I told you to hurry up and you did two times! I have to get ready for school at 7 a.m.! If I sleep now, I don't think I ca-mmph!" His was cut off when Shiro pushed his head under his chin and wrapped his arms and legs around him.
"Go ter sleep, my King. I'll wake ya up at 7." Shiro instructed soothingly, trying to appease his owner. Ichigo struggled at first but was soon fast asleep due to fatigue and Shiro's gentle caress on his back. Seeing Ichigo fast asleep, Shiro moved to get the blanket at the end of the bed and covered both of them. He was exhausted as well, but he would stay awake to keep his promise to his dearest King.