Chapter 12

At the Academy, which was officially named Vampire Talents Academy, many things were learned. Ichigo was not affected by sunlight and could walk freely in it. He could eat human food, and drink blood. Animal blood filled him longer than human blood, and he had an immunity to silver. He was extraordinary, or at least that is what the teacher's called him.

Ichigo learned how to shift from vampire to werewolf, and combine the two, which led to a hairless black wolf, not the prettiest, but still very powerful.

He was to remain there for as long as he needed, and for as long as the scientist needed. He was the first reported case of his kind, most dying before birth. They wanted to take as much research as possible.

Five years went by quickly, Ichigo feeling like the days were sprinting by. He was constantly being tested, learning, training, and working out till every muscle and tissue was sore. But it was probably the most fun he had ever had in all of his years on the planet.

All the lights were turned off, Ichigo sneaking through the halls silently. Shiro was not allowed to stay with him at the Academy, and for a good four years of his time here they only talked over the phone. Ichigo was going to be able to see him today. Not that it was against the rules or anything.

He ducked behind a trashcan when an armored guard, who was clad in an 1800's like armor walked by, unaffected by the sun in his awesome suit.

Ichigo waited till he turned the corner before darting to the gate, seeing Shiro's car on the far side of the street. He jumped up onto a trashcan, a small growl leaving his lips when he jumped over the spiked railing, his shirt ripped slightly.

He landed on his feet on the other side, patting himself down. He then sprinted to his car, Shiro getting out. He looked even paler with the cream he had put on. The scientists had made it using his DNA. It protected the regular from the light, but could not promise permanent protection. Ichigo had stole a vile and sent it to Shiro.

He was really desperate to see him.

He practically jumped him, kissing him over and over, wrinkling his nose at the taste of the cream on his lips.

"God that stuff taste terrible," he murmured against his lips, Shiro chuckling before letting him down.

"Get in the car," he ordered, Ichigo saluting him before doing so. He was going to be in the deepest shit when he got back.

They went to Shiro's new condo, the place earned from his own money. He got a night job in Tokyo for a big company which was founded after the explosion. The company was named Zanpakuto Kibo, which meant Resurrection Hope. It specialized in rebuilding the buildings and homes that had fallen, and was also connected to a clothing factory and a few car factories. They got pretty big in the few years they've been around.

They pulled up and ichigo jumped out, feeling to jittery to just stay in place and be patient. Shiro just shook his head, taking his sweet time. Ichigo growled, throwing his hands up in the air.

"Hurry up old man!" he yelled, catching someone's attention. He and Shiro finally got inside, Ichigo running around, looking and touching everything.

"Don't break anything you little shit!"

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Ichigo?

Yuzu lowered her hand, her eyes wide in shock and disbelief. Was that… Was that really Ichigo?

"Mommy!" Yuzu looked to the front porch of her home, smiling when she saw Lil' Ichigo run towards her, his orange hair vibrant in the light of the sun.

She caught him when he ran to her, Yuzu smothering him with kisses and hugs, falling to the grass with him on top of her.

"Hey don't suffocate each other now."

Yuzu looked to the side, grinning when she saw her husband. She stood up, Ichigo held up against her hip. She put a hand to his neck when he was close enough, kissing him deeply.

"Eww!" Ichigo screeched, slapping both of their cheeks in disgust. Souta smiled, biting Ichigo's nose.

"There's your kiss," he chuckled, Ichigo screeching at the top of his lungs as he wiped off his nose, disgusted with all the mushy grown up stuff. Yuzu giggled, hugging Souta tightly. When the explosion happened, he had been stuck on the freeway just outside Tokyo. Traffic had been backed up, and though he was mad in the beginning, he was glad when he returned to Yuzu. He was one of the few lucky ones.

Yuzu breathed in his scent, looking down to Ichigo with droopy eyes. She wasn't sure if who she saw was a ghost, or just random stranger, but her soul felt like it was put at ease. She was sure, that no matter what mean things she had told him, he had forgiven her a long time ago.

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Ichigo picked up a picture Shiro had from when they first met, Shiro distracted by something and not looking to the camera. Ichigo was smiling brightly though, looking straight into the camera. He remembered that day at McDonald's. It felt like it had just happened yesterday, Ichigo running a finger over the glass. He felt Shiro stand behind him, his hands wrapping around his waist.

"When I first talked to you, I swore you were a freaking weirdo. I had asked Yuzu if you were slow or something." He grunted when Ichigo elbowed his stomach, laughing before licking his neck.

"She told me no, he's just one of those people who wake up everyday with a purpose." Ichigo looked away from the picture to him, his eyes happy and sad.

"I miss her. I saw her outside, but I tried to ignore her. I have so much to tell her…" Ichigo just stopped talking, putting the picture down.

"I wish it was easier just to forget," he grumbled, Shiro's hands sliding up his chest, his lips pressing light kisses to his neck and shoulders.

"Yep," he whispered, his hands sliding beneath his shirt. Ichigo gasped when his fingers slid over his nipples, the only thought on Shiro's mind pretty obvious.

Ichigo released his sadness and turned in Shiro's embrace, touching his nose to his.

"You're a pervert," Ichigo told him, Shiro chuckling before kissing him.

"As long as i'm your pervert it don't matter," Shiro replied against his lips, pulling away and pulling off Ichigo's shirt.

Ichigo rolled his eyes but couldn't help but lean against the table behind him to give him whatever he wanted, biting his bottom lip when Shiro pressed their groins close together.

"Bedroom?" Shiro asked, a lot more eager than he had been a few years ago. He used to hate Ichigo's insatiable lust, but it seemed like they had switched mind sets. After five years of no sex, Ichigo had actually calmed down. Sex was usually the furthest from his mind whenever he talked to another guy. Until he talked to Shiro over the phone. In that case he was ready any day.

He jumped up, Shiro grabbing his thighs and Ichigo wrapping his arms around his neck. He nodded his head, kissing Shiro. He pried his lips open with his tongue, moaning when his tongue instantly came out to play with his. They fought and caressed, pushed and licked every inch of each other's mouths. Shiro turned and began to walk to the bedroom when he felt Ichigo's member hot and hard against his stomach, ready for anything.

"Don't take me dry this time," Ichigo husked against his lips as he pulled away for air, going back to his sweet lips. He grunted when Shiro pulled away and dropped him onto the bed, Ichigo bouncing a tad. He smirked when Shiro slithered between his legs, leaning up slightly and taking his lips when they were close enough.

He laid back slowly, Shiro following. He thrusted against him, Ichigo dragging his nails up his back, tearing his shirt.

"Babe be careful," Shiro told him when he pulled away for air, Ichigo nodding, gasping when Shiro took a nipple between his lips. His tongue was hot and slightly foreign as he lapped at it, Ichigo writhing beneath him, trying to hold back his moans and mewls of pleasure.

His legs clamped around him when he felt his hand pry past the tight hem of his jeans, Ichigo raising his hips slightly so his hand would reach it's destination.

They both shivered when Shiro's hand ghosted over his member, teasing the hot length before grabbing it firmly. Shiro stroked him once, Ichigo moaning loudly.

"Do it just like that," Shiro whispered into his ear, Ichigo biting his lip in ecstasy as his breath wafted over his sensitive ear.

He reached down and unzipped his pants, pushing them and his boxers down. Shiro helped him pull it off, kissing his cheek. He kissed a trail down his body, paying close attention to his nipples. He would suck on one while rubbing and pinching the other, Ichigo arching and shaking against him.

Finally Shiro stopped his torture, giving his belly button a small kiss before wrapping his hand around his cock. He stroked him a few times before leaning down, dragging his tongue along the head, tasting precum on his tongue. He hummed in approval, licking all over the head before pushing it past his lips, sucking gently.

Ichigo was crazed with all of the treatment, his eyes barely open as he watched Shiro suck and slurp his cock. He reached a hand down, pressing it lightly against his head. He wanted him to go lower and suck harder, but he couldn't muster up the words to tell him so, his thighs shaking with sensitivity with each curl of his tongue or blow against the head.

He closed his eyes, his mouth falling open in ecstasy when Shiro went lower, his saliva sliding past his lips and down to the base of his cock, pooling around there until it got too full and began to pour over his ass. He rose and fell slowly, dragging his tongue along each and every inch, only pulling away every few minutes to tongue the slit. Ichigo felt he had no control this way, unconsciously thrusting up into his mouth, his eyes shot open when his cock went down his throat with little resistance, his vision flashing white.

He pushed Shiro's head down and kept him there, arching up into his mouth. He fell amongst the sheets heavily, panting as Shiro softly sucked him till he was dry. Ichigo threw an arm over his eyes but Shiro wouldn't let him hide, chuckling as he rose up, taking his lips into a kiss.

Ichigo returned the kiss lazily, the kiss turning out sloppy but neither cared. He could taste himself on his tongue and pulled away with a frown.

"That doesn't taste good," Ichigo mumbled, biting his lips when Shiro grabbed his wrists and pinned them over his head.

"I wanna go ape shit," Shiro chuckled, Ichigo laughing at his comment. His laughter stopped though when Shiro grinded against him, Ichigo wrapping his legs lazily around him.

"You said don't take you dry?" Shiro husked against his lips, Ichigo nodding his lips, leaning up and giving him a quick kiss. He unwrapped himself from Shiro, letting him move and get the lube. He was back within seconds, his clothes also removed.

"You have no idea how long I have been waiting for this," Shiro commented, Ichigo's cheeks becoming a light shade of red. He opened his legs when Shiro squirted lube onto his fingers, looking away when he poured some over his hole.

"It's cold," he whispered with a shiver, his hand fisting in the sheets next to his head as Shiro circled his hole with a finger.

"I'll make it warm for you," Shiro soothed, Ichigo arching off the bed when his finger slid in. He clamped down around him, Shiro shivering before pushing it deeper. He slowly pulled out before pushing it back in, shaking it slightly and making Ichigo's breath hitch.

"Put in another," Ichigo whispered, Shiro running a hand up his thigh, putting one of his legs on his shoulder to gain better access.

Ichigo felt him pull out, his body relaxing slightly. It hurt when he pushed in too, Ichigo groaning out his pain.

"Am I hurting you?" Shiro asked, not moving his fingers until he got an answer. Ichigo opened his eyes, looking to him calmly.

"It hurt just a little, please don't stop," he assured, Shiro looking over his face before continuing his earlier actions. His caution soon gave into lust and he pushed in another finger, Ichigo arching and writhing with each intimate touch.

He pulled his finger's out when he was sure he was properly stretched, rising up and lining himself. He put one hand next to Ichigo's head, kissing the inside of his thigh before pushing against his hole.

Ichigo bit his lip, his face red with lust as he felt him enter him. He had slight resistance, Ichigo's body not used to being spread so wide. But once the tight ring of muscles opened up, Shiro slid in easily, his heat and girth causing Ichigo to clamp around him. Shiro rested his head against his chest, gritting his teeth with a hiss as he felt that amazing body wrap around him once again.

He had so missed this.

He leaned back, putting his other leg on his shoulder, groping the smooth flesh.

Ichigo chuckled, the vibrations harsh against Shiro's cock as it was gripped tight. He lost the will to stay still and he began to thrust slowly into him, searching for a suitable rhythm. Ichigo could have cared less, moaning loudly with each pleasured burn and push against his prostate, this angle causing him sweet torture.

Shiro finally settled with a quick rhythm, holding onto Ichigo's thighs. He grunted with each thrust of effort, letting his head fall back. He felt Ichigo's hands slide up his torso sloppily, his entire body shaking and rocking with his thrusts. He slowed down, leaning down and nearly bending him in half.

"Babe, harder," Ichigo whimpered, Shiro taking his lips into a kiss. Shiro spread his legs a tad farther on the bed, thrusting harder into him. This left Ichigo at an angle of constant prostate stimulation, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

His cock was hard again and jumping between them, left forgotten. Shiro changed that, releasing one of Ichigo's thighs and letting his leg fall, reaching for his cock. He gave it a firm stroke, wringing it once before stroking him quickly, a small groan leaving his lips.

"You close?" he asked, Ichigo nodding with a moan, reaching up and wrapping his arms around his neck.

"Cum for me baby," Shiro urged, wringing Ichigo hard one more time. He came with a shout, his thighs shaking against him. Shiro came from just that feeling, triumphant he had shattered his lover into pieces. He laid on top of him for a while, putting him slowly back together. He eventually got up though, knowing they both had to be cleaned.

He got a wet rag, but when he came back he couldn't help but crack a smile. Ichigo had fallen asleep, his body covered in fluids. He didn't seem bothered though, rubbing his cheek against Shiro's blanket.

Shiro shook his head, looking outside. They had about another hour till the sun went down, so he guessed a nap wouldn't hurt.

Ichigo remembered one day as his mother tucked him into bed, he asked her if the monster's she talked about were real. She had kissed his forehead and smiled. She then said, as she ran her fingers through his hair, "Monster's are what you fear the most. So in the end, isn't every person a monster?"

Author's note: This was a good story. Sad I have to end it here. But, all is good.