Chapter III: The Pretender

Hey, guys, I'm back alive! XD More or less...-.-' Sorry I didn't update sooner, I've been out of town for a couple of days, then my God damn computer broke down and... well, I've been through a lot these days...Like when my father found out part of this chapter on the computer and then told me that it was shit and that I should stop reading this kind of stuff...Thank God that he doesn't know I'm the one writing this kind of things -.-' Although he basically said that I write shitty things... But I'm back and I will most certainly update one more chapter this weekend XD. Hope you'll enjoy this one!

The characters belong to Kubo Tite-sama.

The following morning, Ichigo woke up really nervous and, early in the morning he started wandering around his apartment as thousand of questions popped out in his head as each second passed and he felt as if he was a living ticking bomb. "WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED LAST NIGHT? Is it really true, HICHIGO fucking SHIROSAKI and I kissed?!" He obviously was head over heels over that God damn sexy bastard, but he didn't know what to think. "He did kiss me and stuff… but what if he did it just to mess with me? I mean, the bastard didn't even care to give me a call all this time when we were apart and now he just shows up, out of nowhere, and expects me to be ok with it? No way, no how! Moreover, he wants me to come by his place, where he can do God knows what to me? Thank God Rukia's going to be there too… I think. But… more importantly, WHAT THE FUCK AM I GOING TO WEAR?''.

In the meanwhile our perverted snowflake was just waking up, minding his business. That day was going to be a great day, he just knew it. He smirked as he got into his large kitchen sniffing around. "Mmm, steak! This really is a great day!". He swallowed the large piece of meat after taking one huge bite from it, then returned to his bedroom where he laid on the floor and scratched behind his ear with his foot, like a dog. "Today is the day. Rukia will probably leave us alone, so the berry is mine~."

Sixty nine outfits later, the orangette finally settled on wearing a black tight sweater (which Rukia had previously complimented), white jeans, emerald green jacket and a necklace with a long, silver cross. A frown appeared on his face. 'Geez, why am I getting so worked up for anyway? What's up with me, acting like a fucking maiden in love? ' Brushing that thought off his mind, the carrot top marched to the door while he searched Shiro's phone number in his contact list. Apparently, the previous night Rukia had found out the albino's phone number and felt like it was her duty to also add it in Ichigo's contact list 'just in case something happens'. 'Yeah right, as if I'd ever call that bastard in case of emergency.' He slowly dialed the number and then tried to calm himself down. After a few calls, a deeply amused voice responded:

'Oi, Berry, thought that ya'd neva call meh. Ya got meh a lil' bit worried here, ya know.'

''Morning to you too, Shiro.' Ichigo responded chocking a little bit. 'So… where exactly do you live? Remember, you said we will hang out at your place and I most certainly have no idea where that is.'

'Well, well, anxious ta get some action, ain't we? No worries, I'm gonna drop by ta pick ya up, 'kay?'

Shiro hung up on Ichigo before he could even respond. The orangette looked astonished at the phone in his hand. 'Aaargh, that guy is unbelievable' he thought with an annoyed look on his face.

As promised, our walking snowflake showed up in front of Ichigo's apartment door as nonchalant as ever and his irreplaceable grin on his face. Ichigo's scowl gradually faded away at the sight in front of him: Shiro was wearing a scarlet shirt underneath a black leather jacket with matching boots and black (extremely) tight jeans.

He was having a hard time refraining from drooling all over the place (again), but he somehow managed to pull it off. The pale man leaned against the wall behind him, then studied the berry.

'Well, well, we sure are dressed up, ain't we?' His wide grin sent shivers down Ichigo's spine, leaving him hypnotized by those surreal golden eyes. Shiro's voice made him snap out of his trance.

'Oi, Ichi, so ya wanna see ma place or wut?'

Ichigo's look shifted down to the floor, avoiding the other's gaze.

'Errr… and Rukia?'

'Aaah, da dwarf chick. She said she had some matters ta attend to.'

'Figured that much out…' mumbled the orangette, letting out a sigh. 'Well, let's go then. After you.'

Shirosaki's place was incredible. Ichigo had expected a small, modest apartment, but instead he found a huge two flat mansion at the outskirts of the town, far away from the town's pollution and crowds. Ancient, musky trees were bordering the house and the air seemed so clean and clear that you felt as if the time had stopped elapsing. The mansion's structure seemed a little bit old and rustic, but Ichigo liked it, especially the wooden columns' carvings looked welcoming. The interior was even more amazing: the massive wooden stairs led up to a living room (all furnished with wooden pieces of furniture), a bedroom with a fireplace, a kingsize bed covered in black, satin sheets and a wool carpet on the parquet, a bathroom with a jacuzzi and a small kitchen. On the second floor there was a room decorated with many pieces of weaponry (which gave Ichigo the creeps, but he figured out that maybe Shiro just liked medieval, shiny weapons) and another room filled with bookcases. Most of the book on the shelves had titles like 'One hundred and one ways to slay a dragon' or 'Top fifty most famous dragon slayers ever'. Once again Ichigo didn't really give much thought to these details, instead he walked over to the verandah. It's columns had curious creatures and symbols carved on them, but the ginger's attention was concentrated on the view before his eyes: a couple of cheerful swallows were swirling through fresh, green leaves as a nearby river was sending playful sparks through the rainy sky. This place seemed like a completely new world to Ichigo, even the humid, calm atmosphere seemed surreal.

Throughout the whole trip Shiro had let Ichigo explore by himself, but at the end of the tour he grabbed his hand and dragged him into his bedroom with a smirk on his face.

'Well, wut cha sayin', Ichi? Pretty cool, huh?'

Ichigo turned around to face him and gave him a 'Are you fucking kidding me?!' look. He thought about his own room, which was a complete mess, and compared it to Shiro's immaculate room. He felt himself blush a little bit from embarrassment. The albino let out a a low chuckle, then crawled on the bed.

'Ya can make yerself at home.' He gestured towards the large room.

Shrugging his shoulders, the orangette went over to the sideboard near the king size bed and took the book which laid on top of it. He looked at the title, then shifted his look raising an eyebrow towards Shiro, who had been watching him the whole time.

'You're reading 'Interview with a Vampire'?'

On Shirosaki's face a sneaky smirk blossomed, but his eyes still remained serious.

'Wut? Ya neva know what's out there! Betta' be prepared fo' anythin'.'

Ichigo smiled with a medative look on his face, then turned his back to golden irises.

'Guess you're right…' his voice was low and intense. 'Hey, Shiro, can I ask you something?'

The albino's eyes widened in surprise when he heard the ginger's hurt voice. He got up from his previous position and got closer to the smaller man.

'Sure, Ichi, wut's da matter?'

The other stayed still, trying to calm down. Then his strangled voice broke the silence.

'What exactly am I to you?'

Shiro felt as if someone had smacked him with a fucking tree over his face. He grabbed the little berry's hand and pulled him into a hug, that allowed him to feel small hiccups on his chest. When he looked down he saw heavy tears rolling down Ichigo's cheeks. He sighed in exasperation.

'Ichi, how can ya ask somethin' like dat? Ya're such an idiot. Can't ya figure it out? Can't ya see it in ma eyes?'He forced the other to meet his gaze, holding a chilly finger under his chin. 'Do ya want meh ta spell it out fo' ya? I L-O-V-E Y-A.' Poor little Ichigo's cheeks got all red and his eyes shifted down to the ground.

'How should I have known that? You're never telling me anything…' he mumbled softly.

'But I'm tellin' ya now, Ichigo. I love ya. It's da truth. Wut should I do ta make ya believe meh?'

Pale lips leaned down over to pink ones, devouring them with unbreakable force. Ichigo grabbed him the back of his head and glued his body to the other's. Soft moans were escaping his lips as the cold, minty tongue teased and tasted his cavern. His breath got hotter and hotter as Shiro's icy tongue moved down his neck and his teeth softly bit every inch of skin available. He clung even tighter to Shiro, who out of nowhere took off both of their clothes with a lustful grin plastered to his face.

The albino was practically melting in the other's heated flesh, he felt as if he was on fire. Ichigo's soft moans of approval drove him nuts, he just couldn't resist the urge to break the berry in two.

'Ichi…I want cha…Right now…'he groaned as his fingers slowly traveled along Ichigo's back. The little berry didn't say anything, he just wouldn't have been able to, he was certain about that…instead he spread his legs allowing the other's icy fingers to teasingly touch his entrance. They were so cold Ichigo couldn't help but think that maybe Shiro was actually a snowman hybrid. The pale man reached after the lube in the sideboard (how come he even had this kind of thing in there?!) and spread it around Ichigo's entrance. The ice cold substance made the little ginger shiver, but Shiro's touch made him wait in anticipation.

'I'm goin' in.' the larger man whispered the warning in his ear slipping two fingers in his crotch. Ichigo's deep, heavy moan made the alabaster man smirk, yet he pushed his fingers further up the silky walls. Each time he pushed his fingers up and down the heated walls made his adorable berry reward his efforts with a sinful moan, but he wasn't fully satisfied. He pulled his fingers out and instead pushed in his erect member, causing the man underneath him to cry in both pain and ecstasy. He started pushing in and out the muscle ring really slowly, seizing the sensation and torturing the little berry at the same time.

'S-S-Shirooo…mmhhh…'he whined softly.

'Wut is it, Ichi?' alabaster lips whispered seductively in his ear, licking and tasting it's lobe with a wide grin. Oh, how he loved to torture his adorable ginger head.

'Faster… please, go faster' he pleaded in agony with a strangled voice as precum started dripping off his manhood.

'Wut cha sayin'? Didn't quite hear ya!'

'For the love of God, Shiro, I'm telling you to fuck me harder!' the orangette snapped.

The pervy snowman hybrid grinned satisfied, then his pace fastened making Ichigo ecstatic. Their sweating bodies fit each other perfectly and the two soon climaxed at the same time, shaking and panting uncontrollably. They remained just like that for a while, enjoying the sensation, until Shiro got out of Ichigo and cleaned them both up. As soon as he finished he pulled his little berry into a hug, then laid both of them under the black satin blanket, looking content and partly asleep.

The smaller man raised his chin up, placing a soft kiss on the tusk lips.

'Shiro, you know what?' he whispered with a small, satisfied smile on his face.

'Mmmm… wut?'

'I love you too.'

The first thing Ichigo woke up to in the morning was quite a sight: throughout the night, is boyfriend (or whatever he was) had ended up from his initial position at the other end of the bed, crawled up in a ball, all naked like he was. The only thing that crossed Ichigo's mind was that he wished he had some pencils and a sketchbook with him. I mean, the God damn snowflake was just too adorable, lying like that on the bed. He wished he could draw his sweet and defenceless face, with his parted lips and his angelic body, with his soft, ivory arms lying around him and his chest that was slowly going up and down as he breathed. He looked so peaceful that Ichigo wished they could stay just like that forever. But… a loud meow came out the window. The ginger head flinched when Shiro suddenly got up, wide awake (still naked), sniffing the air with a disgusted look on his face.

'Fuck… it's that smelly bastard.' He groaned with a not so happy look on his face. 'Ichi, ya gotta get dressed. Not dat I mind, it's just dat da bastard won't be so happy if he sees ya naked.'

Mocha eyes widened in surprise, yet Ichigo followed the other's instructions. Just who the hell was the smelly bastard? He most certainly must be someone Shiro really dislikes, judging by the look on his face. When he looked around after finishing dressing up, the carrot top found (the now clothed) Shiro staring out the window absent-minded. Ichigo went over to the window and looked down. A wave of shock traveled along his features. Standing there was Kon, his one minute older brother.

'Kon-nii? What are you doing here? I thought you were back home with Granma and Granpa…'

Kon looked up with his eyes widened in surprise at his twin brother, then his eyes narrowed dangerously as he gritted his teeth.

'What the fuck?! SHIROSAKI! I know you're there! I'm gonna fucking kill you!' he yelled as he barged into the house, running like a madman all the way to the first floor and then marched into the bedroom.

Shirosaki greeted him with an unimpressed look on his face as his eyes practically burned through him.

'What the hell did I tell you last time, huh, you stinky son of a bitch? Are you nuts? Can't you use your brain for once in your life?'

Shiro grinned moving over to Ichigo and pulled him into a tight hug.

'Oh, come on, nothing; bad happened. Ya know I'm more than capable ta protect 'im… 'n; afterall, it's not like it's any of yer God damn business.'

The little ginger squirmed in the hug. He really couldn't get what was going on, he had to get one of them to clarify this situation.

'Kon-nii, what's going on? I don't understand… How come you know Shiro?...'

Kon's attention moved back to Ichigo, but not after harshly glaring at the man hugging him.

'Doesn't matter, Ichi. I'll tell you later… Let's just get away from this bastard, as far away as we can.'

Kon reached out for Ichigo's hand, but the albino blocked his way, giving him an icy glare.

'Wut cha goin' ta tell 'im? Anotha' lie? How much longer are ya goin' ta pretend dat nothin's wrong?'

The berry looked with confused chocolate eyes at the alabaster man as his brother blushed from the anger and nearly chocked.

'We both know that if we get him involved he'll be in danger. I just can't do that…'

'Why?' the pale man defied him.

'Because…because…' Kon's voice was suffocated and his eyes were filled with bitterness when he looked Ichigo directly in his eyes. 'Because I love him.'