A/N: So it's about 4:30 in the morning and I'm uploading this *dies* Don't tell me I don't love you guys! Lol! Jesus it's been such a long time, I leave for a couple weeks, come back and the entire inbox of FF has been upgraded, what a scare lol! Well I gotta say how happy I am to see how much everyone enjoyed the first chapter of this! Special thanks to all of those who reviewed and have read both SAV and this =D

Sorry it took so long to get out but ya know, life gets in the way *trys to push life back* I really hope you like this though, next chapter will be in Ichi's POV *grins*

Please read and review! Love you guys for it~!

For me, falling for Ichigo wasn't something I could control. It was like I was falling off of the empire state building at full speed, nothing there to stop me, except the inevitable crash landing that would soon follow. I've never fallen like this before, my feet always being firmly planted on the ground without a thought in mind. The only love I held in my life was music, it was my lover that would never leave me, never hurt me, I had no qualms with our relationship. Then I met him, with just one glance at those beautiful syrupy coloured orbs, I knew I was screwed.

I knew he had been watching me, sketching me and it only intrigued me more. I knew for a fact he didn't know who I was, he wouldn't be able to tell with my clothes. So what exactly was it about my silent form that had him so absorbed in sketching me, what did he find so special?

Everything about him sucked me in, pulling me into him, wanting me to find out more and more about him. He sketched me for days, silently observing me while I observed him. The distance was short, allowing me to make out every detail he held. He should be the model, not the artist. That was something I had come to terms with in the short time of watching him, I wanted to make art out of him, though I sucked at drawing, words came to me a lot easier then colors did, something Ichigo was full of.

From the beautiful shade of tangerine that showered his hair, to the slight sparks of honey that swam through his eyes, the light coral of his lips. Those delicious lips that I had my mouth watering for a taste, how they quirked to the side in concentration while he sketched, and then of course there was that gorgeous skin of his. Even in the cool winter, his skin held a beautiful golden hue, something that had me wanting to skin my fangs into.

Now see this is about the part where the relationship was doomed to fail, me sinking my fangs into his neck, or rather anybody part of his. Because this is where people usually run, not every day you meet a real life vampire. So this is where the relationship might get a little bit rocky, which causes another issue, I worry that once I have a taste of him I won't be able to let him go.

The moment I spoke to him, when our eyes met I wanted him, all of him. Never have I ever held such an attraction for someone, only physical at that, from those damn eyes to the smooth baritone in his voice, he was all too captivating. So I set on capturing him, slowly pulling him into me, I'd have him no matter what.

"W-Where are you taking me?" Ichigo's raspy voice broke through my train of thought as I eased the car to a halt at a red light, glancing over to view him. His teeth were currently gnawing away at his rosy lips, practically tearing through the tender flesh like a rabid animal.

"Nervous are we?" I asked as I brought my hand up to his chin, smoothing my thumb over his abused lips.

"Save some for me, yeah?" Watching the way his cheeks flared had heat of my own stirring throughout me, only much lower.

"I can't help but be nervous, I-I normally don't do this."

"What, go on dates?" Giving me a small roll of his eyes, he finally gave his lips a soothing lick before explaining himself.

"No, I mean I go on dates, but not like this."

"It's good to know that you don't normally get dates by watching and drawing people you don't know." I joked, earning a hard punch to my arm, making me wince slightly.

"No ass, I don't usually meet someone and go out with them the moment we practically meet."

"I'm sorry should we make a date instead? Because I'm pretty sure tha' you'll be just as nervous then as well."

"You got quite the ego, jerk."

"Ya only inflate it when ya swoon for me Ichi." I purred as I rounded the corner to the small restaurant were we'd be eating.

"I don't swoon."

"Don't pout berry, though ya look just as cute when ya do." Hopping out of my car, I came around to open my date's door. Earning me a hard scowl that I've began to notice the orange head seemed quite famous for.

"Bite me." Those words had me grinning ear to ear as Ichigo stepped out of the car, giving the door a push shut. I couldn't help but lean into him, pressing him against the cool metal frame of the car as I leaned in close to his ear to whisper.

"Mmmm, don't tempt me berry, ya might just end up with more than ya bargained for." The small gasp that rushed from Ichigo's mouth had me wanting to tease him just a bit more. Leaning down from his ear, I gave his neck a small nip that had him stiffening against my body, making me grin at his actions.

"Come Ichi, our tables waiting." Grabbing a hold of his hand, he allowed me to lead him into the restaurant without another word.

Throughout dinner Ichigo and I talked about the most random things, from our favourite movies to how we like our toast in the morning. It felt easy and care free, like I wasn't on a date at all, almost like we were just two people getting to know each other, without the extra pressure of impressing the person. He was a breath of fresh air, making any tension I had in my life seemed to fade away for that small period in time. I held no writers block and no stress of my job. I was just here with Ichigo, and right now that felt pretty amazing.

"So what do you recommend for dessert?" Ichigo asked curiously, eyeing the dessert menu with a critical eye. In the two hours we've spent talking through dinner, I've learnt that he held quite the sweet tooth, something I couldn't help but find cute.

"Everything?"

"No seriously, help me here I can't decide." A small frown pulled down Ichigo's lips, making my own quirk up into a smirk.

"Hmmm well if you want me to help you decide, then I'd say you should try the mille-feuille."

"What's that?"

"Trust me, you'll like it." I announced before handing the menu to the waiter, who gave me a small nod before walking to grab his dessert.

"You're not having any?"

"Oh I'll have my dessert, but they don't have it on the menu." Scrunching his brows in confusion, I leaned onto the table, motioning him forward with a quirk of my finger.

Bringing up my hand I grasped his chin before pulling him closer to me, my tongue flicking out against his lips, before disappearing back in my mouth to allow my own lips to meet his. He tasted like fresh red wine, while his lips felt plump and slightly moist yet raw from all the abuse he dealt them. It was nothing much, just a simple kiss yet it had me wanting to tear apart his clothes and have him right here, right now. He really was a dangerous kid.

"Mmmm delicious." I hummed as I pulled away, leaving him flustered with a heavy blush reddening his cheeks and ears.

"Sir your dessert." Snapping out of his daze, Ichigo finally looked away from me and to the waiter, leaving me rather pissed that the idiot had to come back now of all times.

"Right, thank you very much."

"No the pleasures all mine, I hope you enjoy." Giving my date a small wink, the waiter walked away, making his way back to his other tables and leaving Ichigo rather stunned at his bold actions.

"Was he actually hitting on me?" He asked with a stifled laugh, making me cock a brow at his words.

"Is that so hard to believe? You're an attractive guy Ichi, more than just attractive."

"No, no, that's not it, I know I'm attractive."

"Oh well good to know ya don't need a confidence booster."

"It's just he obviously knows were on a date, guess I just find it rather rude, flattering but rude." Resting my chin in my hand, I watched Ichigo lift the piece of mille-feuille to his lips, eyeing the moist pink tongue I've yet to have a taste of. I actually found myself envying that dessert right now.

"Oh my god, this is delicious!" Ichigo's eyes lit up with surprise and absolute pleasure at the taste of the flakey dessert. Letting out a long hum of pleasure, the orangenet slowly savoured the rich custard that sat in the layers of pastry, making me groan inwardly at the rather, erotic sight before me.

"Told ya." I responded, giving my lips a good lick at the thought of tasting those sweet lips once more, but this time more thoroughly.

No words were spoken as Ichigo ate his dessert, all I did was watch him, taking in each and every expression he had to offer. Even just watching him was enjoyable, making me sigh with ease as I relaxed into my chair. I wondered where exactly I would be taking him after this, if he'd want to come back to my place or not. Maybe that would be moving too fast for him, we had only just met today after all. The last thing I wanted to do was scare him away, if I had to take it slow then that's what I'd do, for now at least.

"Are ya ready to go home now Ichi?" I finally asked after Ichigo sat in his chair, savouring the last final tastes of his dessert. This had him coming back from his relaxed state, eyes snapping up to mine in surprise.

"Oh um, i-is that w-what you want?" Listening to the soft stutter that fell into Ichigo's words, I watched him bight his bottom lip once again. I could hear the low flutter of his heart in his chest, pumping the blood straight through him and into his face.

"We can go wherever you want to go." Leaning in I grabbed his hand, sweeping the pad of my thumb over the top of his hand. His skin was soft, warm, almost delicate in sense and I found I enjoyed the feeling of it.

Staring up into his eyes I could see him contemplating, unsure exactly of what he wanted to say, or maybe what he wanted to do. Letting a small smirk fall to my lips, I brought his hand up to my mouth, placing a tender kiss to his hand. His skin smelt spicy, like cinnamon and cloves, it reminded me of Christmas making me hum my approval. I wanted to taste this skin, every inch of it.

"So what do ya say Ichi?" Glancing up to view him, I took in his heated face and eyes. His eyes swam like liquid chocolate, heated with a thick lust. This could be a very dangerous night.

"How about I take you somewhere?"

That night, Ichigo ended up taking me to one of his favourite art museums in New York, the MoMA. He showed me some of his favourite pieces of work, explaining to me why each of them spoke to him in a certain way or another. He showed me some of his favourite artists, from Giacomo Balla all the way to Claude Monet. His favourite work was by Monet called Water lilies, he said they reminded him of his garden back at home. We sat on the steps of the museum talking, watching the snow fall around us and enjoying the low bustle of people walking along the streets. I don't remember how long we stayed out there talking for, only that it wasn't enough.

All throughout the week we spent time with each other. Whether it was at his dorm room watching him paint, or if we were out an about the city, I couldn't seem to get enough of him. The one day I didn't get to see him was on Christmas, which I went back to Japan to see my family along with the rest of the band. I knew I wanted to get him something, nothing too extreme, it had only been a week after all. But I still wanted it to be special, Grimmjow mentioned how I was acting different, I just waved him off and told him he was imagining things.

Walking through the snowy city, I looked through the icy windows trying to figure out exactly what I could give Ichigo. I had learnt so much about him that I didn't even know where to start. Art was his passion, his dream was to one day have made a difference with his art work, something I couldn't give him. He had all the supplies he needed, what more could I possibly give him?

Letting out a large sigh I stepped into a music store, thinking that there might be a small chance of finding something in here. His present couldn't be big, I felt awkward enough giving him something in such a short time, but I really wanted to give him something.

"Fuuuuck." I groaned out as I stepped in front of a display for my very own band, looking at a poster of me and all the guys. I stared back at myself, my million dollar grin seeming to practically mock me in my state of frustration.

"Tsh, this is so stupid, why the fuck am I getting so bent out of shape over something so stupid. Jus' get 'im a freaking poster signed by the band and he'll be more than happy." Growling under my breath, I began to flip through my records, passing each and every one of them giving them a critical glance.

"Something artistic but simple…." Picking up our first record, I eyed the cover that held a Sin City feel to it. Flashing colours of each of our unique attributes or attire, like Grimm's hair, Gin's piercings, Cifer's facial tattoo's and of course, my eyes. This was our first official record, without a doubt it was a work of art in itself. The thought brought a large smile to my face, to think that six years ago where we were compared to now, it really was a huge change.

When I start drinking, My dick does all my thinking, Hoes want to be scene with me, And I like their big fake titties, D cups with extra filling, Take it out let me lick it quickly~!

Letting out a small groan at the sound of Grimmjow's ringtone sounding out around me, I quickly fished the phone out of my pockets to keep it from repeating itself. I really did have to change that ringtone, even if it was very fitting for the blue haired playboy.

"Yo, what's goin' on?" I questioned before placing the cd back onto its rack with the others. I could hear a bunch of people in the background, making me wonder just where Grimmjow was at the moment.

"Dude where the fuck are you! Flight leaves in an hour man, get your pasty ass in gear!" Grimmjow bellowed out into his cell, making me cringe slightly at his pissy tone.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm comin' mother." A low grunt was sounded from the other end, and I quickly made my way out of the store and back into the snowy streets.

"Where are you, I'll come and get you."

"Ya know the old record store we used to shop at?" Another grunt was sounded before I affirmed where I was, making me roll my eyes at the guitarist's grumpy tone.

"Did you figure out that last gift ya needed?' A large smile flashed across my face at Grimmjow's question, it was perfect.

"Yeah, I know the perfect gift."

XXX

"Are you sure you want to bring me? I mean, this is a thing with your friends, I don't know if I should be there…" Rolling my eyes for the tenth time since I had gotten on the phone with Ichigo, I finished lacing up my black timberlands before standing up and smoothing out my gray jeans.

"Ichigo for the tenth time, yes I'm sure and everyone else is bringing a date so why can't I?"

"You could have brought someone else, like a friend or something." I could hear the nervousness in his voice, making me smirk at the thought of the blush he'd be wearing soon enough.

"There's no one I'd rather bring then ya Ichi." Silence fell from the other end of the receiver, making me cock a brow, wondering if the line had gone dead or he had hung up.

"Okay."

"Okay? Good, then I'll be there in fifteen, so be ready." With that I hung up and made my way out to my car, excited to be introducing Ichi to the guys. I wanted tonight to go off perfectly, I also wanted to give him his Christmas gift, that alone had me ready to jump out of my skin. I just couldn't wait to see what expression he'd have.

Pulling up to Ichi's school I noticed him instantly, standing on the top landing of the stairs. His eyes practically lighting up the moment I pulled into his view, making my own smile widen exceptionally. The moment he stepped up to the car I could smell him. A spicy warm scent that had me dying to sink my fangs into that sinful neck of his.

As a vampire I couldn't walk around in the daylight without my gigai, which acted as a shield for my body. It basically protected my skin from burning in the sun, one of the few things that could harm a vampire. At night time I was able to go without it though, allowing me full use of my powers. Everything was heightened, from smell to sound everything was that much more alive for me.

"Hey, I hope I didn't make ya wait too long." Giving me a small shake of his head, Ichigo slipped into his seat next to me.

"Nope, just got out there actually, ya drove fast."

"Only for you." Leaning into him I cupped the side of his face, feeling the soft chill that sat on his cheeks. I hummed softly as he pressed against me, our lips melding together perfectly, sending butterflies fluttering around my stomach. It was like that every time we kissed, every inch of my body would tingle with that wonderful warmth.

Pulling away slightly, I gazed into his heavy lidded eyes, soft flecks of amber speckled throughout his orbs, making me sigh at the hidden beauty. Licking my lips I could taste the small hint of bubble mint gum, making me want to taste him deeper.

"If we stay any longer your friends will be wondering where we are." Ichigo mumbled out before leaning in and kissing the corner of my mouth, making me groan at his words.

"Who are these friends ya speak of? I don't have any idea what you're talkin' about berry." Giving his lip a teasing nip, I brought his bottom lip between my teeth before giving it a small suck and earning a low hum of approval from my date.

"Shiro." The low whisper of my name had the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end. It's one thing I've come to love, the way he calls my name like that, it's practically a sin.

"Yes Ichi?"

"You're stalling." Letting out a long groan of frustration I sat back into my seat, leaning my head against my head rest.

"Fine, fine, we'll go but first I have somethin' to give ya." Tilting his head to the side, Ichigo watched me pull out the small gift wrapped in a ruby wrapping paper, shining brightly with the sparkly silver bow that sat along the small square.

"A gift?"

"A Christmas gift actually, well it's a little late but I really wanted to get ya somethin'. I think you'll really like it." I explained and I watched as Ichigo stared on at the small gift in shock. His mouth hanging open as he stared with wide eyes, making my nerves begin to spark up like small shots of fire.

"Look I know we haven't been dating for long, and we've only known each other two weeks but it's more than just a gift. God you'd understand if ya'd jus' open it already."

"I-I'm sorry I just wasn't expecting this."

"Jus' open it Ichi." Gnawing on the side of bottom lip, I watched anxiously as Ichigo ripped past the ruby paper. Orange brows scrunched together in confusion as he stared on at the blank CD case, holding nothing but a blank piece of white paper as the cover.

"Um, sorry Shiro but I'm a little confused, there's nothing in here." Glancing up at me, Ichigo eyed me with confused eyes, making me snicker slightly at his expression.

"Well that's because we haven't finished the CD yet, actually this is really your gift." Opening up the case, I plucked the blank sheet of paper from the front cover, holding it out to Ichigo who took it with clear misunderstanding.

"Thank you Shiro, but I'm still lost."

"I want you to design the album cover for The Hollow's next CD, so ya see its sort of a gift but I'm also profiting from it so-" My words were suddenly cut short when Ichigo's sweet lips were on mine, sweeping the breath right out of me. The feeling of his long fingers threading through my hair had me purring in pleasure, while his tongue snaked its way into my mouth with a wicked skill.

Not having the brain cells to be able to figure out where to put my hands, I settled with pulling him closer against me, as close as he could get in the confines of the car that is. The feeling of our tongues rolling together had my toes curling, while my blood flamed like lava under my skin, making me dizzy at the delicious feeling. A soft moan fell from his lips before we parted, making me tighten my grip on his hips.

"Well I gotta say Ichi, that's the best thanks I think I've ever gotten." Panting slight at the loss of breath that he left me with, Ichigo gave me a broad smile that had me unable to do anything but grin.

"I love it Shiro, this is probably the best gift I've ever been given but I gotta ask, are you sure you want me to do it? This is business after all."

"There's no one else I want to do it, your artwork is perfect for it. I want people to see the work that's inspired me to write." At those words a warm blush spread over Ichigo's cheeks, hanging his head slightly as he spoke.

"T-Thank you." Bringing his head up with a lift of my fingers, I placed a small kiss on his lips.

"You're so very welcome berry."

XXX

Throughout the years I've introduced many people to my band, whether it had been just a friend or a boyfriend, none of the band had taken a liking to them like they did with Ichigo. Watching Ichigo interact with them, it was like he had known them for years or something, as if he was meant to be there. I had never seen them take such a liking to an outsider before, it really was a sight to behold. Not to mention Grimmjow of all people had taken a liking to him, or rather, an interest in him. This interest might just be the reason Ichigo goes mad.

"Aha! Kiss my ass smurf boy, I beat your ass fair and square!" Ichigo suddenly shouted out, standing up from his chair in an obnoxious fashion before turning around and giving his firm ass a good smack for good measure, rubbing salt into Grimmjow's wound even more.

"Ya wanna come over here and tell me that to my face strawberry!" Said smurf growled out as he rose to his feet, chair screeching against the wooden floor of his apartment.

"You suck blueberry!"

"Well he does prove a point Grimmjow." Gin spoke up from his spot on the couch, watching the fight over the small poker game unfold.

"Shut it fox face." A low giggle could be heard from the busty blonde who sat at the table with the two men. Gin's friend Rangiku who had been lovingly shoving Ichigo full of alcohol since he stepped foot into the apartment, which he didn't seem to mind.

"Oh Grimmy don't be such a sour puss." I couldn't help but cackle at Rangiku's words, she really was treading on dangerous territory with words like that.

"Shut it snowflake, don't make me come over there and beat your pasty white ass."

"Oh bring it kitty bitch." Suddenly I was being pushed onto the floor, Grimmjow winding up for a heavy punch to my face, the grin on his face as threatening as ever.

"Wait!" I shouted, holding up both my hands and causing him to cock a brow in question.

"Ichigo doesn't know remember?" I murmured, barely audible over the music but I knew Grimmjow heard just fine, if him dragging me outside meant anything. I mean the last thing Ichigo needed to see was how strong the two of us really were, he could easily pass off Grimm's speed on the booze. A dent in the floor created by his fist couldn't be covered up so easily.

Before I noticed what was happening I was sailing into the closest snow bank, landing head first into the freshly fallen snow. Letting out a deep grunt, I could hear Grimmjow's loud cackling laughter as I brought my head out of the deep bank, glaring back at the blue haired vampire who seemed to find it all too amusing.

"That's what ya get for-" Grimmjow's words couldn't be finished before I was smashing into him, right onto the snow covered lawn.

"So ya wanna play rough huh blueberry?"

"Bring it crème puff."

With that it was a war of fists, snowballs, swearing and lots of laughter. Lying down on top of the now, pressed down snow, me and Grimm laid starring up at the stars catching our breath. I could feel the giddy feeling of tonight running through my system, almost like I was a kid again.

"So this is pretty serious eh? Two fuckin' weeks and you're as excited as a girl about to get her cherry popped. Fuckin' pussy." Sending a hard glare towards my best friend, I let out a long sigh at the actual meaning to his words.

"Ya like 'em don't cha?"

"What does me liking him have to do with anything, not like I'm the one fuckin' him." Grimmjow stated as he sat up from his spot, beginning to form a small mountain of snow in front of him.

"It has to do with a lot actually, I secretly seek your approval ya just didn't know this." I replied as I eyed the mountain that continued to grow, listening to the small snort that he let out at my words.

"Oh ya? Well ya I like the strawberry, seems like a good kid but that still doesn't explain your pussy behaviour."

"Oh shut the fuck up asshole, so what if I'm serious about 'em is that so bad?" I grumbled out, only making Grimmjow's small laughter grow.

"No man it isn't, in fact I'm happy for ya. Just don't screw it up, yeah?"

"Aye aye captain smurf." A wide grin spread across my face as I looked over at Grimmjow, his hands stopping the moulding of his mini snow hill as he turned to stare at me. The look on his face had become rather murderous and I could help but laugh at his look.

"Okay bitch that's it, your ass is gettin' it."

By the time I escaped the evil clutches of Grimmjow I was soaked from head to toe, though the cold didn't even touch me. I had to admit though, it wasn't really that nice of a feeling, damp clothes sticking to my body that is. Trudging back into Grimmjow's apartment, the two of us both made our way to his room to change. I had a tendancy of bunking at his place a lot, either because we were working or I just didn't want to go home. I kept a good amount of clothes here so getting dry wouldn't be an issue for me.

After I got out of my wet clothes, I made my way back to the party. The low sound of the music ran throughout the room, playing out some of Grimmjow's favourite rock bands. We all had our wide varieties of taste, but rock was without a doubt a favourite for all of us. Humming along to the low tune of the bass, I came around the corner in search of my date. After screwing around with Grimmjow I was more than in the mood to curl up with my strawberry and just kick back and relax. Of course, things don't always happen that way. Coming to find my boyfriend sitting with Gin and wearing a very rosy blush was not something I wanted to see.

I could feel the muscles in my shoulders tense as I watched Gin put his arm over Ichigo's shoulders, pulling him closer to his side. The bottle of beer that sat in Ichigo's hand was practically empty, and I could only imagine how much he had drank when I was gone. I knew he was nervous when he got here so drinking was expected, but now it was coming back to bite him in the ass. The look on his face showed his nerves, yet he made no move to pull away from him.

"I'd love to see your art work sometime Ichi." I listened to Gin purr as he leaned into my boyfriend, and it was then that I felt the tension in my shoulders run into my hands, causing my nails to dig deep into the palms of my hand.

Without thinking I was grabbing Gin and pushing him against the wall, people's voices quickly died down to a low gasp at my actions. Jealousy had never been an issue for me before, but Ichigo was different. Everything about the damn strawberry made me lose myself, I wasn't able to keep my control intact and I was slowly beginning to lose my cool.

"Shiro, wha' seems ta be the problem?" Gin asked with his always cool demeanour, which only seemed to fuel my fire even more. It was times like this that I hated that damn smirk he always wore, he knew how to push my buttons and I absolutely despised it.

"Gin I'm gonna tell ya this once, ya touch him again and I'll break your fuckin' hand ya got it?" I hissed out, watching him let lose a low chuckle at my words.

"Shiro I was jus' gettin' ta know your knew boyfriend, no need to over react." Slamming my hand around his throat I let loose a warning growl, bringing my face close to his ear to whisper, making sure Ichigo couldn't hear me.

"He's mine Gin, touch him again and I will shove your dick so far down your throat you'll be tasting my fist." With that I let the man go with a rough shove, before grabbing Ichigo and hauling him off the couch to his feet.

"S-Shiro?"

"Common Ichi, time to go home." Without another word to anybody else, I dragged Ichigo out of the apartment, not bothering to even grab his coat.

"S-Shiro w-wait a second, what the hell are you doing?" Ichigo sputtered out in shock as he stumbled slightly behind me as we hit the slippery sidewalk.

"I'm taking ya home, what the hell does it look like?"

"I don't want to go home, I'm having fun." He grunted out as he tried to resist my pulling, only resulting in hurting himself.

"You've had more than enough to drink, meaning your drunk and acting-"

"I'm not drunk! Shiro what the hell is your issue?" Grabbing a hold of Ichigo's shoulders I shoved him up against the car, letting out a low snarl of anger pass through me as I did so.

"My issue is your letting other men touch you, what the hell are you thinking?" I practically screamed out, my fingers digging into his arms and without a doubt would leave bruises.

"I wa-wasn't letting them touch me, Gin was just being nice for fuck sakes! It was nothing serious, what gives you the right to act like this, your being ridiculous!" Ichigo spat back at me, trying his best to pull himself from my hold, only making me more frustrated.

"Ichigo your mine end of story, and no one touches what's mine." I could hear Ichigo's heart hammering in his chest, causing his blood to pump faster, making his scent practically drip off of him as his anxiety started to kick in.

"Shiro your-" Without letting him respond any further I crashed my lips onto his, pressing our bodies together while I pressed him into the car.

I could feel him pushing against me, the smell of his fear was heady around me, yet he held a heavy scent of arousal that shot through me like a bullet, making my blood pulse through me. My body was beginning to heat, I could feel myself control slipping away the more I tasted him. Sliding my fingers into his hair, I gripped the silky strands roughly, yanking them back causing him to let out a pained moan, giving me full access to his mouth. I couldn't help but moan at the taste of him, rolling my hips against his I growled out when he responded, egging on my inner monster to come out and play. It wasn't until his tongue ran along my fangs did I realize how far I had let myself go.

Blood flooded my mouth at the small action, making me moan out in pleasure at the unbelievable flavour that ran through my mouth. I could feel the wince of pain that ran through Ichigo at the action, his heart picking up the pace from the pain.

"S-Shiro st-stop." Ichigo gasped out as he struggled to pull away, his eyes going wide as he got a chance to view me. But it didn't matter to me, all I cared about was getting a chance to have more, to make him mine.

"Ichigo." I moaned out as I tightened my grip on his hair, pulling his head to the side to give me perfect access to his neck. The sound of Ichigo's heart flooded my ears as I ran my tongue along the tan column of his neck. Feeling the way his pulse jumped, the low shiver that ran through him had my body screaming in pleasure, my instincts had become truly ravenous. Placing my fangs against his neck, I felt the tender flesh break past the razor sharp canines. The bitter sweet scent of his blood ran through my senses, causing my eyes to flutter shut before I pierced my fangs into his neck, causing him to cry out in shock.

There would be no going back after this, Ichigo was mine.