Chapter 5

"The boy, are you sure he speaks the truth?" Shinji nodded, his eyes remaining on the floor. Small whispers echoed throughout the room, Shinji ignoring each one. It was just all doubts and words of fear and anger, not exactly the answers he wanted that moment.

Yamamoto sat back in his seat, staring down at Shinji's kneeling form.

"All in favor of this?"

A few hands went up, the few outnumbered sadly. But Yamamoto's words would be final, despite what the other's thought.

"For one day, Ichigo is given full freedom to interact with Shiro how he sees fit. Inform Shiro that none of our people will interfere, and neither can his own." Yamamoto stood, raising a hand to silence the outbursts that followed.

"If we can trust this Ichigo, then he will return. If he does not…"

Shinji flinched when he felt a sudden pressure push him down, his arms shaking to keep him up.

"War will be called. We cannot have the same mistake repeated, now can we Shinji?'

The pressure was removed and Shinji was left in the room with weak knees and a heavy conscious. He was hoping, praying to God to help set their path straight. But sadly, the God's had left this war to them.

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Ichigo looked out the window of the limo, watching the scenery roll by. It took Shinji a couple days to give him a yes, but when he said he could go see Shiro for an entire day, he couldn't stop his smile of happiness and relief.

He didn't know what he was, what he was worth, but he could go through all of it happy after at least holding Shiro one more time. He knew what Shiro was, he knew he could hurt him. He didn't want to pull Twilight shit from his ass, but he knew the Shiro he loved was still in there.

It was eleven thirty in the morning, a lot earlier than he had expected to go. They were seriously going to give him a whole day with him. From twelve in the morning to twelve at night. He had slept most of yesterday, and was wide awake now. They stopped in front of a large building, Ichigo looking to it with awe.

No one was going to intervene. He wouldn't be taken away, wouldn't be told what to do or say. He would just be with Shiro.

He got out of the car when the driver opened his door, looking to the large building.

"Sir, Shiro-sama has asked for you to meet him up in the penthouse," the driver told him, handing him a card key. Ichigo nodded slowly, the driver waiting till he got into the building before driving off.

God protect that boys soul.

Ichigo walked in with a look of awe, the receptionist looking to him with keen eyes. His attire wasn't exactly rich, so he already knew he stood out like a sore thumb. He kept on walking though, ignoring her dark eyes. He looked to the elevator, seeing they would need a keycard to get in.

He pulled out the one he was given, sliding it through the slot with ease. The elevators opened, Ichigo walking in. He looked to the receptionist but she had gone back to doing her work, obviously at ease at sight of the card.

Ichigo thought as the doors closed, that rich people were lunatics in fine clothing.

He was the only one in the elevator, giving it a sorta creepy atmosphere. He was waiting for the wires that were pulling it up to snap, or for some old lady to enter and start screaming about dead people.

He didn't experience any of that though. The elevator went all the way up to the penthouse without one stop. He tried not to jump when the elevator dinged, the doors opening to show a dark room. The last thing Ichigo wanted to do was step into it.

He heard a clap though, the lights turning on. Ichigo felt his entire world stop.

Shiro stood right in front of him, his lips pulled into a grin.

Ichigo didn't want to move, stiff when Shiro grabbed his arm and gently coaxed him from the elevator, the doors closing silently behind him. Ichigo knew what he was, knew that he was the one who was starting this war. He knew that this would be his last night with him.

He had daydreamed he would kiss him when he first saw him, but once he saw those fangs, that dream dissipated.

In body, this wasn't Shiro anymore.

He took in a deep breath, unsure of what to do. Shiro decided to take the lead, loosening his fingers on his arm. Then his fingers trailed down his skin, Ichigo shivering. Shiro removed his hand completely, taking a step back.

"Hello, Ichigo."

He didn't want to be called that. He didn't want to be called by his name. He wanted to be called love, dear, babe, baby, sugar, he didn't give a shit. He didn't want to be called by his name like they were strangers. The Shiro he knew he was no stranger to.

Ichigo lunged forward, his arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him close, their lips connecting instantly. Shiro ran his hands over his sides then his back, tearing his shirt to feel his skin. Ichigo tilted his head to the side and parted his lips, his tongue forcing its way into Shiro's mouth. He moaned at his taste, pressing closer as he frantically tried to feel and taste all of him.

His taste was so unique, spicy but bitter. No food could explain, no blood or toothpaste. It was just Shiro, and Ichigo wanted more of it. He took off what remained of his shirt, Shiro's back pressing into the wall as they began to walk backwards, Ichigo breathing in through his nose, trying to make the kiss last.

Shiro picked him up, Ichigo's legs wrapping around his waist. He could feel his heat like he was alive, felt his hands roam all over his body and make goosebumps form on his skin. His fingers tore off the button to his jeans after a long fight, Ichigo gasping as he was suddenly dropped. His head was cradled before it could hit the ground, Shiro reconnecting their kiss with a hungry moan.

"Now?" he whispered as he pulled away, Ichigo nodding his head, biting his lip to contain his sounds of pleasure. He arched up when Shiro took off his jeans, shivering when his hands slid up his bare thighs.

"Commando?" Shiro asked against his lips, Ichigo turning his head away with a moan when he ran a thumb over the head of his cock, shaking as small kisses were placed on his neck.

"Shiro," Ichigo whimpered, arching up when he ran his tongue over his nipple, Ichigo releasing a yelp when he bit down. The pain translated to pleasure though, Ichigo holding his head there. He moaned he stroked him, his breath hot against his neck.

Ichigo reached down, grabbing his hand. He led his hand to his hole, pressing a finger against it to signal he wanted more. Shiro pulled away, sliding down his body till he got to his ass.

Ichigo felt a tad insecure with him down there, but all insecurities were all wiped away once he felt his tongue lick his hole. The sensation was foreign and beautiful, the only two words he was able to use to explain it all.

He raised his hips slightly, his mouth falling open as Shiro grabbed his hips and lifted him higher, his tongue delving inside. Ichigo moaned loudly, crying out in pleasure when he felt his fingers push in.

"Can I?" Shiro whispered, Ichigo panting as he slowly slid back up his body, his eyes lidded with pleasure and wonder. He had forgotten how Shiro used to make him feel.

"Inside," Ichigo whispered, Shiro nodding. He stripped bare, sparing the erotic show. He was between Ichigo's legs in a heartbeat, putting them onto his shoulders, spitting into his hand before rubbing the saliva onto the tip of his hard cock. Ichigo realized he was about to be taken in front of the elevator, on the floor, but he could hardly find a reason to care as he felt the hot head against his anus.

He closed his eyes as he pushed in, his hands clenching into fists. It was so hot and so good, the best pain he had ever felt. He would travel across oceans just to feel it again. Ichigo opened his eyes when Shiro's hips touched his ass.

He felt lost at that moment. Staring up at Shiro he felt like it was their first time again in his room, Ichigo reaching up and wrapping his arms loosely around his neck. He pulled him down, panting against his lips. He grinned sexily, pecking his lips. He had remembered that Shiro told him he loved him that day. Ichigo only wish he had beat him to the punch.

"I love you," he whispered, Shiro chuckling low against his lips. Ichigo wasn't the only one laid bare, Shiro's own unbeating heart calling to him, Shiro feeling it's heavy weight once again.

"I love you too," he whispered back, kissing Ichigo with all the love he could muster. He pulled out till only the head remained, pulling away from the kiss.

"I love you Ichigo," Shiro panted as he thrust back in hard, Ichigo arching with a moan. He felt overwhelmed already, his eyes burning with tears. He looked down to where they were joined together, looking away with a shy cry. He pressed his nose against Shiro's shoulder, hiding away from it all.

He couldn't hide away from the pleasure it caused him though, saliva sliding down onto Shiro's skin. Shiro grabbed his hair, using some of his inhuman strength to fuck him harder, pulling Ichigo down to the ground by his hair. Ichigo groaned, his eyes opening into mere slits as the pleasure speared him over and over again.

His chest was arched up, this position letting Shiro gain the perfect angle, drool sliding down Ichigo's cheek as his prostate was hit over and over. Shiro slowed down and grinded hard against him, raising his body up with each one. Ichigo clawed his back, his eyes closing tight.

"S-Shiro!" he gasped brokenly, the knot in his stomach slowly tearing. Shiro thrust into him hard three times before grinding against him, arching up and his head falling back.

Ichigo screamed out his ecstasy as Shiro's climax triggered his own, his vision flashing white even though his eyes were shut tight. Shiro fell ontop of him and nearly splitting him in half, Ichigo's thighs shaking against his neck and shoulders.

"I missed you so much."

Ichigo experienced heaven that morning. No surface was left clean or unfucked on. They did it all over the penthouse until they managed to get to the bedroom, the two experiencing their final explosions of bliss.

Ichigo fell against the sheets with a grunt, panting heavily as Shiro fell beside him. Ichigo was sure he didn't need to breathe, but was glad that Shiro was panting as heavily as he was. He chuckled despite himself, turning onto his side and pressing his nose into Shiro's ribs. Shiro snorted with laughter, pushing him away before rolling on top of him.

"I love you, so much," Shiro whispered, Ichigo smiling tiredly. Unknown to him, it was the most beautiful, stupid smile that Shiro had ever seen. He wanted to wake up everyday to see that smile. Shiro's smiled slowly fell, his eyes blinking in a sudden realization.

Ichigo frowned, cupping his cheek with a hand, bringing Shiro back to him.

"Where did you go?" Ichigo asked, Shiro smiling softly.

"Just thinking of what it would be like to wake up with you next to me," he whispered, Ichigo's eyebrows furrowing. He didn't want to be reminded that he was going to have to leave.

He leaned up, kissing his lips. He pulled him down with him, feeling something cold on his skin. He looked down, seeing dog tags hanging from Shiro's neck. He laid back, picking up the tags and twirling them between his fingers.

One read Ichigo Kurosaki, while the other read, Shirosaki Kuro. Ichigo smiled softly, remembering when they had gotten them made. They had almost been enrolled into the military but after a stern talk from his father, they didn't. But they managed to get these dog tags before leaving the station. Ichigo had remembered giving him his, so he wouldn't forget about him.

He looked up into Shiro's eyes that had been watching him silently for a minute.

"What happened to you?" Ichigo whispered, Shiro tensing on top of him. He slowly relaxed though, resting his head on his chest with a sigh. Ichigo ran his fingers through his hair, silently waiting for him to tell him. It took a while before he began to talk.

"My family had lived in peace with vampires since the beginning of the Roman Empire. Cleopatra was a vampire, though back then walking in the sun had been a very well known adaption. But anyway, she met Caesar, the ruler of Rome. Caesar had been my very great grandfather."

Ichigo snorted at that, Shiro chuckling.

"He married Cleopatra, and together had one son, his name Caesarion. He was born a vampire, apart of the fact the first born was supposed to die before birth. But something went wrong when Caesarion mated with a human female. She died before given the ability to give birth. He was unable to sire any children without killing the woman. But that wasn't mentioned in the history books."

Ichigo smiled, kissing his head. Shiro kissed his nipple, smirking when Ichigo mumbled a no.

"He created an alliance with her family, which had been a group of slaves at the time. They were all bastard children of Caesar's father. To speed things up, the alliance lasted for many years, and after three hundred, a rule was made. Since the vampires, which grew in number every day, needed to feed but didn't want to kill the innocent. So, every year, after feasting everyday on animals, a child was given to them to feast on."

Ichigo's eyes went a little wide at that, his blood running a little cold. Shiro noticed and rubbed small circles on his pubic bone, soothing him.

"The night before I was found in the ditch, my little sister was chosen to be the sacrifice. I had known little about our alliance with vampires, so when I walked into my little sister's room to see if she had washed up before going to bed, only to see it empty, I went looking for her."

Ichigo frowned, his hand slowly sliding down to his back.

"I found her in that same ditch, her body in pieces. They had feasted and left her there to burn away once the sun rose. I had thought she had been raped and murdered and went looking for who had done it. The problem was that they had never actually left yet."

Ichigo felt he should say something but remained quiet, rubbing the soft contours of his spine.

"They had feasted on me until I was near dead, but when an elder tasted my blood, he saw in a vision something he called beautiful. He turned me, but the sun was rising so they left. I thought I would burn, having seen my own sister do so. But when the sun touched me, all I felt was warmth."

The knot between Ichigo's eyebrows loosened, his fingers stopping their soothing massage.

"I was sure I was just sleeping, but my heart had stopped. I had gained a trait that had been lost in time, so now, I am considered the new Emperor of the vampire race."

Shinji rose up, kissing Ichigo's nose.

"And all I thought was, that with this power I could get you back. But after learning about the contract between the two species, werewolf and vampire, my hopes had fallen. Caesar had been the first one like you, and he had chosen vampires. And now, in this life, you have chosen werewolves."

Ichigo narrowed his eyes, suddenly feeling like an old pedophile.

"I'm your grandfather?" he asked, Shiro laughing as he rolled off of him.

"No, you just happen to carry the same curse he had all those years ago," he laughed, Ichigo frowning.

"What is my curse?" Ichigo asked quietly, Shiro going silent. He looked to him, a tad confused.

"They never told you?" he whispered, Ichigo shaking his head. Shiro rose up, suddenly very serious.

"When Caesar fell, so did the world. It's just that no one noticed. There were storms, all over the planet. Animals died without any reason. He was the Soul. The Planets soul. He balanced out all life, and kept it going. With a vampire, that balance could have lasted until it was passed to his child. But his son was born a vampire and he died before airing another, so the Soul returned to the planet. Now, Ichigo, you are the Soul. And for your power to be passed down, you have to mate with a female werewolf. That was the contract."

Ichigo stopped breathing.

"What am I supposed to be doing now?" he whispered, Shiro frowning against his skin.

"You have to set the world back in balance. But to do so, you have to let me go."

Ichigo sat up, Shiro moving off from him and sitting up next to him.

"To set bac-"

"Shut up." Shiro's eyes widened as Ichigo turned to him, his eyes narrowed.

"I pull strings to get us this one day, and already you're talking about leaving me?" Shiro swallowed thickly as Ichigo got onto all fours, the blanket sliding off his back and exposing his body. He was so perfect, so god like in that moment that he took Shiro's breath away.

"Right now, stop fucking talking about this Planet bullshit." Ichigo lunged pinning Shiro down to the bed.

"Fuck me instead," Ichigo husked against his lips, Shiro's frown tugging up into a smirk. All day, food and sleep were forgotten. But love, and passion was a memory that was going to live on for a lifetime.