A/N: Hey, classes are back and I have a job so life has been hard. I'm sorry. It's not that many people is interested in this anymore as in the beginning but there are only three or four chapters left so I'm not going to let this hanging for much longer.
Warnings: Did someone say more lemmon? I wasn't going to post it (I wrote it because I felt like it) but both a friend and my beta reader encouraged me to publish it here.
P.S: Only the first part of this chapter has been beta'd. Sorry we are slow (?)

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Even though there were curtains, the annoying stream of light from the first rays of the sun still managed to hit the sensitive eyelids of Shirosaki as he lied in bed asleep. Sensing the morning had finally arrived, he rolled over throwing the blanket over his head. He really didn't feel like waking up and snuggled closer to the orange haired male who also lied in the bed with him. He inhaled his scent and took in the warmth emanating off of his body. His fingers lightly trailed through his smooth tresses of hair as he rested his leg on top of his thigh. He could literally just lie in bed all day in this exact position without a care in the world.

'BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!'

He groaned. Almost. He could almost just lie in bed all day without a care in the world. Groggily he sat up and reached over Ichigo's head to slam his hand down on the annoying, noisy thing. The beeping ceased and he stretched his arms up, arching his back as his joints cracked in response. Then he put a hand on his face. Stupid alarm clock. Why did he have it set up for all the week? Lazily he turned his head to the orange haired boy and tapped him on the side.

"Hey Ichigo, wake up." He said almost inaudibly, sleep still present in his voice.

Ichigo moved slightly, but did not wake. Instead he rolled over on his back and continued to sleep soundly.

"Well, I tried." Shiro yawned.

He sat there for a moment, blinking his eyes to get the sleep out before his vision finally refocused. What should he do? Get out of bed or just continue to sit there like a zombie? He felt Ichigo stir lightly in his sleep, giving him the impression that he was waking up but he didn't. Shiro's facial expression suddenly changed as a thought came to his mind. He knew how he could get Ichigo to wake up.

"Ichigo," he whispered, rubbing his hand over the side of his body. No response. Shiro grinned as he hovered over the sleeping male. He licked the side of Ichigo's neck, leaving a hot, wet trail as he tasted the flesh underneath. His pale hands roamed over his boyfriend's chest before going under his shirt to give his skin ghost-like touches. Ichigo started to stir, mumbling something Shiro couldn't quite make out. He smirked and started to nip and suck at the sensitive skin on his neck, and he heard a low moan rumble in Ichigo's throat. He traced a line down Ichigo's chest with his finger before he rubbed it over a nub. Shiro paused and rubbed it in small, soft circles until it became tender and erect. Ichigo's leg started to move up, and Shiro could feel him leaning into the touch.

Shiro smirked. "So, still not enough to wake ya' up?"

He suddenly flung the covers off of them, lightly shivering as the cold air hit his skin. His mouth moved from teasing the flesh on Ichigo's neck to planting small kisses on his cheek. Ichigo's head moved to the side causing his lips to brush across Shiro's who happily took advantage of the movement. He kissed him passionately on the lips before coaxing his mouth open and exploring his heated mouth with his tongue. His hands moved from touching his chest to slowly moving down to the hem of his pants, tracing the outline and smiling as the feeling made Ichigo's abdomen twitch at the ticklish feeling. Shiro knew he was enjoying this way too much; a part of him wanted Ichigo to wake up, but another, more darker side of him hoped his lover stayed asleep while he played and teased his body. Deciding to take it further, Shiro slipped his hand inside Ichigo's pants finding that he was already slightly hard, but not as hard as he wanted him to be. Tortuously, his hand started to stroke the length and that earned another delicious moan from Ichigo's unconscious mouth. His head moved to the side again and his lower body started to invigorate with he pleasure he was receiving.

"Nngh…" His right arm came up and rested on his forehead as his leg started to twitch; it arched slowly off the bed. Shiro paused the stroking of his hand to instead unbutton the pants and slide them down Ichigo's thighs. Feeling the strange movement, Ichigo's eyes slightly opened, revealing just a glimpse of his caramel irises. He couldn't see anything as Shiro suddenly moved downward to wrap his hand around his length. That made Ichigo flinch and he finally started coming to his senses.

"Shiro wh- ahh…" His stomach sucked in as breath escaped his lungs from the sudden pleasure that coursed through his body. His hands moved on their own accord as they reached down and entangled his fingers in Shiro's white hair. He was still barely conscious, but knew enough of about what was going on. He gasped again as Shiro took him in deeper and his teeth scraped over the top of his length sending delicious vibrations through him. He started to pant and his heartbeat raced. His head moved to the side on the soft, feathered pillow and bit it to contain his moans.

Watching Ichigo's body tremble, Shiro smirked to himself, rubbing his tongue on the underside of his length as his cheeks enclosed to suck on him harder and faster. Ichigo's left leg arched up off the bed and his grip tightened around Shiro's hair. He was so close, very close. A tight, ecstatic feeling coiled in his abdomen and he gasped as he arched off the bed, releasing into Shiro's mouth. The white haired, caught off guard, coughed a little as his essence poured down his throat, but he was able to recompose himself and licked his lips seductively as he sat up to look into Ichigo's glossy, caramel eyes filled with lust and slight satisfaction. 'Slight' satisfaction.

"Are ya' awake now?" Shiro asked with a chuckle. Ichigo glared at him before, incredibly so, speaking.

"Almost," he answered in a whisper that Shiro managed to hear though barely. He was still so quiet… He wanted to change that, "I think if you continued…I might just wake up screaming instead."

Oh? Now that was really interesting. Shiro smirked and pressed his lips to Ichigo's for a kiss; soft, smooth skin sliding past each other in a passionate duet. Ichigo lifted up Shiro's shirt to pull it over his head; Shiro did the same to him. With their chests bare, hands roamed to touch each others skin. Shiro pulled Ichigo closer to him, making the orange haired male feel hotter. Their lips parted and Ichigo soon found himself starting to breathe hard again.

"Shiro…" he whispered. Normally he wouldn't beg, hell he wouldn't even talk until yesterday, but he was caught off guard and his body wanted more of the person in front of him. Shiro smirked when he felt Ichigo shyly sliding his pajama pants down his legs. The blush on his boyfriend's face could have made him melt in the spot. Placing his hands on his chest, he pushed Ichigo down back to the bed which made him look at Shiro in confusion, but blushed even harder when Shiro started to remove the pants from his legs. The sight of his naked body couldn't be any more beautiful to Ichigo.

"What is it that ya' want Ichigo?" Ichigo almost jumped in surprise at the sound of Shiro's voice ringing in his ears. He had been so entranced watching Shiro's body that he had disconnected from the world for some seconds.

Ichigo stared silently at Shiro with somehow pleading eyes. He didn't exactly know what he was asking for; he just wanted more of something. More of Shiro. Before he could really be aware of it, one long finger was prodding at his entrance while Shiro's eyes were locked with his caramel ones. He was silently asking for permission and Ichigo was more than glad to give it. He trusted Shiro after all. Ichigo was new to all of that, but he wasn't completely clueless. Shiro smirked in delight and leaned over Ichigo to reach the nightstand at the side of the bed. He rummaged through it until he found what he was looking for. Looking at the small bottle of lube, Ichigo arched an eyebrow in Shiro's direction with a slight smirk pulling at the sides of his lips. It was Shiro's turn to get a little red on the face. He knew Ichigo was silently asking him why he had something like lube in his drawer but that was a secret he didn't feel like sharing at that moment. The prepping wasn't as painful as Ichigo thought it was going to be, if anything it felt slightly pleasant though weird.

Shiro looked at Ichigo who gave him a nod before he slowly slid inside of him; a moan escaped both of their throats. Ichigo kept his eyes shut as he tried to grow accustomed to the length inside him. It wasn't exactly painful, it was nothing compared to his old every day life, but it still stung a little. Some minutes passed by until he felt it was okay and moved his hips a little. Shiro took that as green light and started to move, thrusting slowly inside of Ichigo who gasped and moaned below him. He grabbed Shiro's shoulders and squeezed them as the pain was quickly replaced with sweet pleasure. "S-Shiro…" He muttered between pants. Shiro leaned over him and nipped the skin of his neck softly making the orange haired male let out a low sweet moan. "F-faster," Shiro if anything was taken aback by this request but he wasn't going to deny him that pleasure as he quickly rewarded the other with faster, harder thrusts. "Ah, Shiro!" His palms squeezed Shiro's shoulders tighter and his mouth hung open as hot breaths of air continued to blow from his lungs. Shiro grabbed Ichigo's hips and started thrust with more force, his eyes closed in pure bliss.

"Ya're more vocal than ya' let on I see…" Shiro said between harsh pants next to Ichigo's ear with a smirk.

"O-only for you…" Ichigo answered back in the loudest tone Shiro had ever heard from him until the moment. It wasn't still above a normal talking tone though.

"I'm gonna make ya' scream…" Both looked at each other with lust clouded eyes and Ichigo chuckled as he gave Shiro a challenging glare. Shiro gladly accepted the challenge as he wrapped his hand around Ichigo's length and began to pump it in time with his thrust. This caught Ichigo completely off guard and he couldn't help but let out a louder moan.

Ichigo arched off the bed. The added stimulus was sending him over the edge too fast, and his fingernails dug into Shiro's shoulder blades leaving crescent shaped marks behind. Then Shiro hit a certain spot inside him that had him seeing nothing but white in front of his eyes and for the first time in years a scream of pleasure tore from his throat. That's when his mind shut off and he was only able to feel and that was more than enough for him. He didn't notice that now only loud moans were constantly leaving his lips. His body finally rocked with delight as his white essence splashed over his stomach and Shiro's hand. His insides convulsed around the albino milking him of his release and he suddenly became breathless as his body trembled with waves of euphoria.

Now physically drained of energy, Shiro fell exhausted next to Ichigo. The two lied down for a few moments, recovering their breath and basking in the afterglow. The sun was shinning brighter due to the time that had passed. Shiro rolled over to snuggle next to Ichigo, covering them both back up with the soft blanket. Ichigo stroked his fingers through Shiro's white hair as he lied on his chest.

"Ichigo," Shiro called in a soft voice. The other answered with a hum. "I won."

Ichigo chuckled in response. Quiet as ever. Shiro was more than glad to have made him moan for him so much and so loud. Deliciously so. He was clearly satisfied with this.

"I wouldn't have thought ya' liked men." Ichigo shrugged his shoulders as best as he could in the position he was in.

"Me either. " Surprisingly, Ichigo answered several seconds later. "I guess I just went with the flow of events."

"Really now?" Shiro moved his head a little so he could look at Ichigo in the eye. "What does that make ya'?"

"It doesn't really matter. If you were a girl I'd like you anyway." Shiro chuckled at this response. "But if I had to tag myself I'd say…" His voice grew quieter and quieter until Shiro couldn't hear the last word.

"What was that?" Noting how Ichigo's cheeks turned a bright red made him even more curious. "Ichigo?"

"I'm Shiro-sexual."

The grin that appeared on Shiro's face threatened to split his face in two. "Geez I love ya' so much."

"I love you too." Shirosaki knew this already but hearing it made him happier.

They lied there in silence until Ichigo considered that he should get up to take a shower. The sticky feeling on his abdomen and backside was starting to be uncomfortable, not to mention gross. It wasn't until he heard soft relaxed breathing that he realized Shiro had fallen asleep. Shaking his head, he chuckled and continued to lovingly pet fingers through his boyfriend's hair. He guessed he could bear with it a little longer.

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Ichigo's POV

I didn't know how to express the bubbling feeling inside my chest. Was it happiness? Satisfaction? Love? A mix of all three? I wasn't sure but it felt definitely good.

I got out of the bed slowly, trying to not wake Shiro up. Let him sleep for a little longer, it was Saturday anyway and we had nothing to do or none that I know. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and walked out of the bedroom, softly closing the door behind me. I went directly to the bathroom as I checked my phone in the way there. I had a message from dad. Its content surprised me, still not being accustomed to have his old self back. He texted something in capital letters that were along the lines of 'I hope you've had a good night' and something about being a proper boyfriend and using protection. I immediately shut the message as I stared at the phone blushing in a mixture of embarrassment and anger. I had forgotten how unnerving dad could be!

Shaking my head, I left the phone on top of the sink as I went through my morning routine. About the time I was finished, I heard the door from the room being opened meaning that Shiro was awake. I got out of the bathroom and smiled when our eyes made contact.

"Good morning Ichigo," he greeted me followed by a yawn as he stretched his arms.

I waved my hand before he walked to me and embraced me in a warm hug. I hugged him back and closed my eyes. It felt really good, like being back to my childhood where my mom would hug me for no reason at all though it was always appreciated. It wasn't the same but made me happy nonetheless.

"I have nothing to eat for breakfast here… " Shiro said as he released me to walk to the kitchen and check the fridge and the cabinets. "How does Lily's sound?"

I nodded enthusiastically at the idea. I felt like meeting Chizuru as well. She could be an interesting girl.

"Ichigo," I looked up at Shiro as he called my name in a somewhat serious tone. "Are ya' thinking 'bout… how do I put this… coming out to yer friends with yer found voice?"

I stared at him and blinked. For a moment I had completely forgotten that I could talk again. Habits die hard. Still, maybe it was too soon to be talking freely to anyone who wasn't Shiro and even for him I haven't gotten a long conversation yet. Just free sentences here and there. As if sensing my thoughts he spoke again.

"It's okay if it's too soon. Take yer time." I nodded with a smile and he grinned back.

We both got back to the bedroom to get dressed to go out. It would have been fast if I hadn't noticed Shiro staring way too much at me when I was putting my jeans on. Even if I throw him a glare that screamed to him to stop doing that, he just grinned from ear to ear and stared harder if it was possible. I threw the shirt I had been previously wearing to his face so he would stop staring at me already. That made him laugh even harder and I couldn't help but follow him with small giggles.

When both of us were ready, we exited the flat and walked slowly under the warm rays of sun. Summer was close and still it wasn't too hot outside. I had to admit I still felt weird wearing a t-shirt instead of trying to cover my skin as much as possible. It felt refreshing but when people stared I had the instant reaction of trying to hide my arms by crossing them over my chest. Shiro noticed this a few times and solved it by grabbing my hand as we walked. Now some people were staring at us for a completely different reason. It doesn't feel wrong, I thought to myself. Some even seemed to mistake us for siblings.

It wasn't long before we reached Lily's and as soon as Chizuru saw us, she waved to us from behind the counter before coming personally to great us.

"Good morning guys!" She greeted as cheerful as ever. Her gaze followed the path of our arms down and her glasses almost fell off of her nose as she jumped. "Y-you two…"

"We're soul mates now, isn't that right?" Shiro released my hand and put his arm around the back of my neck as he leaned over to give me peck on the cheek.

I felt like blushing when I noticed that people inside the café were staring at us. Not with disgust but more like curiosity. Those made me feel relieved somehow.

"KYAAAAAAAH!" She screamed with all the force she could muster. Chizuru took our hands between hers and shook them vigorously. "I'm so happy for you two! Can I be the godmother? This is great! Love at its finest!"

"Thanks…?" Shiro said as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. I chuckled silently. Chizuru was the only girl that could make Shirosaki nervous with her questions and actions. "It isn't like we are getting married soon or anything…"

Although he said this, Chizuru continued fantasizing about our future. We decided to ignore her rumblings as we took a seat in a table close to the window. Chizuru took a deep breathe to calm herself down so she could take our order. She wasn't surprised that I ordered the usual but Shiro felt a little more daring and ordered something new. Chizuru giggled something about me being incapable of resisting the chocolate cake. I groaned. If a certain boyfriend had remembered he offered me cake for dessert… Was this an excuse to go out?

"Cake for breakfast, really Ichigo?" Shiro laughed out loud and I threw him an angered glare though it was brief. "If ya' wanted cake I had at home."

I snorted and crossed my arms with a frown feigning anger. Cake you forgot to give me last night. I couldn't be angry at him. I wasn't mad at him to start with. I guess I had a better dessert than cake and I couldn't complain…

Shiro leaned over the table and poked my cheek insistently. "Don't look so mad."

"'M not." I said under my breath. He continued poking my cheek as if expecting a reaction from me. I gripped his wrist and glared at him which he responded with a smirk. So he found it funny? I smiled back playfully and took his fingers in my mouth. Shiro looked surprised and I swear I could see a slight blush in his cheeks but it was brief.

"Ichigo we're in publ-" I bit his fingers. Hard. "Gah! Ya' little…" I smirked in triumph as I released his fingers. Poor Shiro didn't see that coming.

"If you give your hand to the fox, it'll end biting you."

"Why are ya' talkin' to me in sign language now?!" Shiro shook his hair with a hand, probably not having understood what I signed to him. I had a smirk still plastered in my face as he looked at me with an expression that said 'it's not fair'.

Chizuru brought our breakfast with a big smile on her face as usual. We thanked her –or more like Shirosaki did and I bowed my head-, and she went back to attend people behind the counter. The cake was heavenly delicious as always, I honestly wouldn't ever get tired of it. It seemed Shiro's pancakes were good as everything else we have tasted so far. It was a wonder how that café wasn't more famous. For out lookers we were behaving like any other couple would: Shiro would give me bites of his pancakes and he would still pieces of my cake portion (and I would growl to him for it but not in an angry way).

I felt genuinely happy and I was sure Shiro felt that way as well.