Forbidden Love

Chapter Two - It's HighTime You Stopped Spying

Regular POV

A tall male brunette sat on his white marble throne, bored look distorting his usually smooth features. His sharp chin lay in his right hand and his right elbow was propped upon on the throne's arm rest as he fiddled with a cracked piece of marble on the other arm rest. If it hadn't been entertaining him as much as it was now, the brunette would have already had one of his servants fix it immediately. One brown bang hung in front of his exhausted face, and the rest of his hair was slicked back with gel. When he turned his head slightly, a short-lived grin on his face when his neck cracked satisfyingly, his wet hair shone in the dimly lit room. A rhythm only he knew was tapped out onto the side of the throne as he drove his finger into the crack again to pull out of piece of the throne's arm rest. Twirling it around in his fingers, he didn't hesitate for a single moment as he threw it across the large room, hitting the set of double doors across from him dead center. He grinned when he heard a knock on the huge, white double doors resounding only seconds later.

"Come in."

The tall doors opened to reveal a pale, melancholy man with smooth, black hair. The man was dressed in all back and white, the color scheme matching everything in this castle, even the clothing of the man sitting before him on the throne with a smirk covering his smooth features. Thin, green lines descended from the bottom of his all-seeing emerald eyes and stopped somewhere below his full lips which were currently pulled into a frown. The man had his hands in his pockets as walked forward in front of the brunette and bowed with respect. The black-haired man waited only a moment before rising again.

"Well, well, Ulquiorra. Have you found him?"

"Yes, Aizen-sama. He was with the ryoka boy." Ulquiorra replied in an emotionless voice, eyes never leaving their position on Aizen's smirking face. Aizen's lips tilted upwards into a malicious grin.

"Very good. You may leave, Ulquiorra. And as for you, Grimmjow, I think it's hightime you stop spying." Aizen inclined his head towards the open double doors, where a blue-haired man was standing with wide, sapphire-colored eyes.

"Uh, I... Sorry, Aizen-sama!" With that, he turned quickly on his heel and sprinted down the hall. Ulquiorra bowed once again curtly before leaving the room, doors shutting behind hm with a resounding thud. Light footsteps came up from behind the throne and arms covered in long sleeves wrapped around the left corner of the throne. A man with a large grin plastered on his face that went from ear to ear looked down at the brunette sitting on the throne. His eyes were shut tight and his silver hair shone brightly in the dimly lit room.

"Mah, Aizen-taicho, ya shouldn' scare people like tha'" Aizen grinned again, craning his neck backwards to look at the new arrival with a smirk

"Well at least I don't look like a murderous fox, Gin." Gin grinned even wider, if that was possible and adjusted his footing to lean down more.

"Well, if we're bein' realistic here, 'm pretty sure yer scarier lookin', Aizen-taicho~!" Gin spoke in a sing-song voice before practically skipping out of the room leaving behind a very humored brunette.

"So, Shiro, why did you leave in the first place?" They were all sitting on the roof eating lunch. Rukia had made herself comfortable in one of the lower branches of the tree they always sat against, currently entertaining herself with one of the few mangas Ichigo and Renji actually allowed her to read. Ichigo was leaning against the tree, one leg situated in front of him and the other bent at the knee. In his lap lay the lunch Yuzu had prepared for him this morning and he plopped another strawberry in his mouth. He was being sandwiched between Shiro and Renji, and Tatsuki, Chad, Orihime, and Uryu were sitting around them in a circle. They had all brought their own lunches, each consisting of the usual sandwhiches, juices, and a few other miscellaneous items. As usual, Orihime had something covered in her favorite food since she was little, red bean paste. The rest of them had decided to avoid any of her questions about her lunch and all of them politely declined any food she offered. Shiro stole one of Ichigo's strawberries, much to the carrot-top's annoyance, before answering Tatsuki's question.

"Eh, Pops wanted me ta get better edja' cation, so righ' afta we turned 12, he sent me ta my aunt n' uncle in America... Oi, Ichi, these strawberries are really good, got any mo'? OW! Was tha' slap necessary? All I wanted was a damn strawberry!" Ichigo growled at Shiro before snatching the strawberry from Shiro's hands, which also just happened to be holding the strawberry against his mouth, and his blue tongue had been pressed to it. Shiro's golden eyes widened and darkened with lust as he watched his brother stick his tongue out at him playfully before biting down on the slightly saliva-covered strawberry. As a pink tongue peeked out to lap up any of the strawberry's juices, Shiro's bone-white skin tainted with a slight pinkish color. Luckily no one had noticed as Shiro carefully moved his own lunch to cover his growing erection. Think happy thoughts, Shiro, happy thoughts. Ichigo turned to look at Orihime, who'd just asked him something about her...er...lunch.

Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he noticed he wasn't the only one who noticed the sensual display. A certain red-head had pink-tinted cheeks and was glaring at the strawberry still situated in-between the carrot-top's full, red lips. Shiro chuckled and nudged him with his elbow. Renji turned to Shiro with wide, startled eyes before noticing whom it was and narrowing his eyes in displeasure. Shiro raised his white eyebrows at him before giving a simplistic nod towards his brother and giving the pineapple a suggestive smirk. Shiro slid a hand over Renji's thigh silently, bringing Renji's attention to his own growing member. Renji frowned as he understood what Shiro was implying. He shook his head and waved his hands desperately in front of his face. Renji leaned towards the albino and whispered in his ear.

"I don't think of him that way! He's just-" Shiro cut him off with a curt laugh.

"Say no more. I understand. Pineapple's gotta crush on th' strawberry!" Shiro chuckled quietly as he saw Renji's face light up again. Before Renji could even think to reply, Shiro had turned his back to him and stole another of Ichigo's strawberries, unleashing another fight over it between the two.

'This is just great! If Shiro knows, it can't be long until Ichigo finds out!'

The bell rang shrilly, interuppting the group of friends and everyone gathered up their stuff as they finished up their conversations. Shiro took this moment as an advantage and leaned forward to snatch the strawberry Ichi had put in his mouth with his own mouth. Ichigo didn't even have a chance of trying to figure out what just happened before Shiro was gone, making his way back inside. As he thought about it, he realized he had definitely felt warm breath on his face and the wetness of another's tongue on his lips before the strawberry was gone. Two fingers slid gently over full lips as Ichigo thought about it. Shiro was definitely the one who did it... but why? Shiro has hands, he could've just taken it. Did Shiro like him like Ichigo liked Shiro? He didn't have time to think on it before Shiro was waving at him to hurry his ass up. Ichigo subconsciously noticed the strawberry still inside his brother's mouth.

As Renji walked past Shiro, the albino nudged him with his elbow and wagged his eyebrows at him. Renji blushed a color red enough to match his hair and quickened his pace, making huge amounts of distance between himself and the albino in a short amount of time as possible. Ichigo caught up with his brother quickly, bumping his hips with his own to catch his attention.

"What's with him?" Ichigo indicated the red-head with a jab of his thumb. Shiro put on a look of fake-innocence and shrugged indignantly.

"Dunno." Shiro continued to walk back inside, leaving Ichigo alone.

'He seems to know more than he lets on...' Ichigo shrugged anyway and followed the albino back inside the building to suffer more excruciating schoolwork.

Ichigo walked beside his brother silently as they walked up to the white front door of their home. Ichigo froze and sighed, and gave his brother a look who nodded in sympathy. Ichigo placed his hand on the doorknob before taking a deep breath, pulling open the door, and stepping inside. Shiro followed behind him and slammed the door shut, the sound ringing in the small household. It wasn't long that they had to wait before they heard what they had been dreading.

"ICHIIIGOOO! SHIIIROOO! MY SONS!" Isshin threw a kick at his youngest son's head but missed when the orange-haired teenage son stepped aside with a scowl. The older man groaned as he was knocked into the door and slid down it to face-plant into the floor. Holding a hand up in truce, it turned into a thumbs up as he tilted his head to the side to speak with a mouth full of dripping blood and a few missing teeth.

"You are definitely my son..." The man mumbled around the bloody nose before slumping back onto the wooden floor with a thud and a groan. Ichigo and Shiro sighed and stepped over the ecentric man with distaste. Yuzu walked out of the kitchen drying off a plate, Karin following her and eating a apple. Karin tossed her soccer ball in the air before catching it again. She repeated this process as she rolled her eyes and went upstairs. Yuzu noticed them and beamed.

"Hello, Shi-nii! Hello, Ichi-nii! Would you guys like something to eat. A snack, maybe?" Ichigo smiled slightly at the youngest Kurosaki before ruffling her hair. Yuzu giggled, waving away his hand with a smile.

"No thanks, Yuzu. We're fine." Yuzu nodded and walked back into the kitchen. Shiro looked around the room, spinning on his heel as he took in it's appearance.

"Damn! I've missed this place. Haven' seen it in a long~ time! Come ta think of it, where 'm I stayin'?"

"Oh... well, we never added another room, so I guess my room. You can pull a Rukia and sleep in my closet." Ichigo smirked but Shiro scrunched up his nose at the thought.

"Hell no! If anyone is sleepin' in th' closet, it's ya!" Ichigo frowned, shaking his head with obvious distaste.

"What? No! It's MY room, so I make the decisons! YOU can sleep in the closet, or on the couch!" Shiro hissed at the younger twin and balled up his fist threateningly.

"If ya migh' recall, Ichi, 's MY room, too! I was born first anyway, so it's mine first before it's yours!" Ichigo leaned closer to Shiro and sneered at him.

"Ah, but, I'm not the one who left! So, it officially belongs to ME! You are sleeping in the closet and that's final!" Shiro closed even more distance between them and growled at him. Ichigo subconsciously fought back a moan at how much his growling turned him on, instead settling for a small shudder.

"Hear this. N-O. NO! 'M not sleepin' in th' closet, baka strawberry!"

"Why you stupid, annoying little b-"

"AWWWWWW! BROTHERLY LOVE!" Isshin attacked his oblivious sons, finally catching them off-guard and managing to tackle them to the floor. The two squirmed beneath him.

"Holy shit, Pops! Don' do tha'!"

"Fucker..." Ichigo shoved off his dad with the help of Shiro, of course, and climbed the stairs angrily. Shiro punched his father in the face with a satisfied smirk before scrambling up the stairs after his twin. He shut the door behind him and whistled softly, taking a look around the room. Their bed was shoved into the far corner, the desk still situated beside it. The rolling chair was tucked inside the small space carved into it and a few papers lay spread on top of it. The one lamp sitting on it was across from a small can of pencils. After a short-lived shiver, he noticed the window was opened, curtains flowing in the wind. A guitar-case sat on the wall nearest the door next to a bunch of crumpled-up music papers. The albino stepped forward and noticed the closet was opened a crack, allowing him view of a bedroll situated across the center shelf. A pillow was propped against the closet wall, along with a bunny stuffed animal. Shiro snorted.

"Pretty nice room, Ichi. Go' rid of all th' stuffed animals, too, I see." Shiro gave a pointed look towards the bunny inside the closet and Ichigo blushed, shutting the closet door tightly. He looked from the closet to his twin, and sighed softly.

"Here's an idea..." The brown-eyed teen waited for the golden-eyed to look at him before continuing, "How about we take turns sleeping in the bed?" Shiro grinned and nodded in agreement before stepping in front of the shorter teen.

"Shoulda though' of tha' befo', Ichi." Shiro leered at him and slid his fingers into the younger teens hair suggestively. Ichigo fought back a blush, trying to figure a way of changing the subject.

"Whatever. We have homework to do, so shut up and do it." Ichigo threw his bag on top of the blue blanket on his bed and sat at his desk. The orangette tossed a pile of notebooks onto the desk before rummaging the in the can for a sharpened pencil. Shiro leaped onto the bed and started his homework himself. The time passed in silence, the only sound was the scratching of pencils across paper, the occasional sound of an eraser, and a few pages turning. The clock resting on the windowsill ticked continously, constantly reminding the two of the time. Shiro rolled over a few times, making himself more comfortable so as not to allow his limbs to fall asleep and cause discomfort.

After several hours, Shiro yawned and stretched, finally finished with his vexatious homework. Leaning back, he stared at the person bent over the desk, struggling with his own work. Shiro took a moment to admire his brother's enticing figure. Shiro had always had a slight crush on his younger brother, even if he knew it was wrong. Shiro licked his lips and thought back to three years ago.

Flashback

"Shi-nii! You can't go!" Ichigo stood beside his brother, whimpering and crying. Shiro was being sent to America for better education, since he had excelled all of his classes. That's what Daddy had said and now Ichigo was torn apart as he watched his brother, protecter, and best friend leave him.

"Sorry, Chi-chi. I hav' ta go. We'll talk every nigh', alright?" Ichigo nodded and wiped away his tears regretfully. He glanced at his brother before throwing his arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. Nuzzling into his brother's warmth, he kissed his brother on the cheek with a blush before letting go with a short-lived whimper that only Shiro caught. Shiro's heart thudded against his chest. Thump. Ichigo smiled at him the best he could, but it didn't exactly reach his eyes. Thump Thump. With a small sigh, Ichigo kissed his cheek again, this time much shorter and entirely empty of the usual happiness Shiro felt from it. Thump Thump Thump. Shiro fought back his tears. How could he do this to his brother? He looked... Broken.

"You promise?" Shiro smiled at his brother before nodding.

"Promise." With that, Shiro slid into the backseat of the car, waving goodbye with a sad smile to his brother. His Best Friend. His... World. His... Everything. He swallowed as they turned the corner and counted down silently. Five... Four... Three... Thump Thump Thump... Two... One. Shiro covered his face as he let out a small sob. He calmed himself for only a moment before another one racked his body. And another. Soon, his face was covered in salty tears as he was driving farther and farther away from the only thing that ever meant anything to him.

"I'm sorry, Ichigo. I love you."

End of Flashback

That had been back when Shiro and Ichigo were unseperable. They literally did everything together. It was never Ichigo and Shiro or even Shiro and Ichigo. It was IchigoandShiro or ShiroandIchigo. Shiro was extremely protective of Ichigo, not letting anyone near him, except for Tatsuki and only her because the three of them had known each other since they were small kids. Chad was also a good friend of theirs, but he didn't come until just before Shiro left. Shiro had no problem with him though, since he had stood his ground against some people who had been bullying Ichigo when Shiro was taken into the principal's office for an hour for a little 'talk.' That was the most heart-breaking talk Shiro had ever had and even now it haunted him in his dreams. It was the day Pops decided they really did need to be seperate. Most people were afraid of Shiro back then, mostly because of his attitude and looks. His gold eyes had glares that could kill. All people were to scared to approach Ichigo, afraid of getting caught and killed by Shiro. Only one person had ever had the nerve to get close to Ichigo, and Shiro quickly put him in his place...

Flashback

Ichigo wiped his wet hands on the side of his jeans before rubbing them together to remove any excess soap still on his hands. He had just exited the bathroom and was walking back to the classroom when somebody grabbed his arm harshly and covered his mouth. The warm, brown eyes widened in shock and he started to struggle as the person dragged him back into the bathroom and locked the door with a resounding click. Everything was silent for only a moment before the orangette tried to bite the person's hands and kick him. The man caught on fast and moved out of the way of Ichigo's adrenaline-pumped arms and legs. Ichigo was shoved against the wall and he shivered as his back hit the cold tiles of the boy's bathroom walls. Ichigo finally saw the man, Jiro, an older male student and known for harrasing girls and even worse, younger boys like him. Shiro had mentioned a few weeks ago when Jiro had tried harrasing the albino, only to get nearly caught ny the teachers. Ichigo had been warned intently by his older brother to stay the hell away from Jiro.

"Hey beautiful, it took me a long time to get you alone." Jiro leered at him and Ichigo struggled even more, tears forming in the corner of his terrifed chocolate eyes.

"Oh, hey now, let's not fight. I just wanna... taste you." Jiro purred at Ichigo as he licked the column of the younger teen's neck and nibbled on it gently. Ichigo started to cry as he realized there was no escape. He froze as he felt cold lips touch the skin of his chest, inching ever close to more sensitive areas. He silently prayed to the Gods that someone would help him. Jiro bit down on his neck and Ichigo screamed, blocked by the rough hand over his mouth. Jiro shivered and bit down even harder, inching up Ichigo's shirt. Ichigo fought back a moan at the pleasure he shouldn't be feeling from this. What was wrong with him? Only Shiro should ever make him feel this way. Ichigo's face turned red when a hand strayed even lower to his growing erection. Jiro pulled away to take the orangette's shirt off, and lapped at the blood dripping down Ichigo's neck. Ichigo shivered again and cried even harder. Jiro lowered his hand down Ichigo's pale chest to his pants and teased the waistband. Ichigo whimpered.

"That's it, love, I wanna hear you scream!" Jiro shoved his hand down Ichigo pants and rubbed his most sensative area. Ichigo's eyes widened and he started to struggle again as he fought back an sudden urge to just let go. His body twisted and writhed away from him, but his hips jerked into the hand giving him pleasure. Ichigo whined.

"N-no! D-don't!" Jiro smirked and rubbed harder. Grabbing both of Ichigo's wrists with one of his hands, he leaned down to pull the orangette's jeans down. They slid to his ankles, exposing his boxers, which were tented due to his straining, trembling erection. With a smirk, Jiro pressed a small kiss against the tip of the clothed erection. Brown eyes widened and Ichigo screamed. Long and Loud. Teeth bit down sharply into bruised lips as a tongue was massaging his cloth-covered erection. No, this shouldn't be happening. Where was Shiro? He was supposed to tell him what was happened. How to get rid of this weird feeling. And then do it for him.

Slender fingers yanked down the younger teen's boxers and Ichigo couldn't even breathe as a warm, wet, tight mouth wrapped around his twitching penis.

Ichigo came.

Hard.

A scream pierced the air and Jiro chuckled as he swallowed all of Ichigo's essence. Ichigo panted deeply, completely worn out. He couldn't fight back anymore. All he could do now was suffer through the inevitable and hope he could at least feel that pleasure again. When he noticed Jiro reaching for the zipper on his own pants, he suddenly wished Shiro was there instead of Jiro and giving him this pleasure instead of Jiro...

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"ICHI! ARE YA ALRIGHT?" Shiro kicked the door again. He had waited for 15 minutes before bolting out of the room, despite the teacher's protests.

"S-shiro-nii! Help!" Ichigo didn't even want to worry about how the hell Shiro had found him instead settling for crossing his fingers that Shiro would come in here before Jiro did anything worse. He cried out when Jiro once again bite his shoulder.

"ICHI!" Shiro kicked the doorknob, succesfully breaking it. Slamming the door open, he froze at what he saw.

Ichigo was being held against the wall and due to Jiro's position, Shiro could see all of Ichigo's blushing and panting self, obviously post-orgasm due to the obvious cum that Jiro had missed that was dripping down his trembling thighs. Ichigo's eyes were lidded and darkened with lust and he was looking absolutely sexy with drool dripping out of his mouth, exposed... And about to be raped! Shiro mentally slapped himself.

'Focus Shiro! Ichi's in trouble!'

"PUT 'IM TH' FUCK DOWN!" Jiro snickered at him and shoved his fingers into Ichigo's mouth. The red-head's eyes widened and he bit down on the fingers, only causing Jiro to groan slightly and shove his fingers farther into the tight heat.

"No. He's mine, so get out." Ichigo winced and braced himself for the impending violence that was about to occur. That was a huge mistake on Jiro's part. If anyone knew Shiro, and Ichigo knew Shiro, the worst thing to do was to hurt Ichigo. Shiro was extremely protective of him, and he knew Shiro would kill Jiro if he got the chance.

"Baka... he's MINE!" Jiro's eyes widened as Shiro jumped forward and punched him in the face. Jiro dropped Ichigo and grabbed his nose. Pulling his hand away he growled when he saw blood.

"Why, you little-!" Jiro grabbed Ichigo's arm and raised him into the air. He smirked at the shocked albino. "What now? I have him! You've lost!" Shiro just grinned and... disappeared? "What the-" Shiro kicked him from behind and caught Ichigo when Jiro dropped him. Shiro leaped up again and lashed out with his foot to catch in the thigh hard. "You annoyin' fucker!" Jiro grabbed the younger student and punched him in the face. Ichigo cried out in fear for Shiro, and Jiro turned to him. with a smirk. Taking the chance, Shiro twisted out of the tight grasp on his wrist, falling to the floor. He twisted his lithe body and tripped the taller man. Leaping up, he jumped onto the groaning man, effectively knocking the air out of him. He flipped him over and pulled his arm back, satisfied when he heard him scream.

"Now, what were ya sayin'? Tha' I lost? I don' think so!" Shiro smiled sadistically, light in his eyes fading as he focused entirely on making this man pay for even thinking about touching his Ichi. He pulled the arm farther, resulting in the man screaming for him to stop. Ichigo stared at Shiro, suddenly afraid of him. He'd seen his brother fight before, but never had he been so... violent. He had to stop Shiro before he caused any permanent damage. Mustering up all he had, he crawled over to his fear-less twin and gently touched his arm. Whipping his head around, Shiro glared at Ichigo, before realizing who it was. Immediately, he let go of Jiro's abused arm and hugged Ichigo close to him. He kissed the top of Ichigo's head and pulled away. Noticing the tears rolling down Ichigo's face, he wiped them away and lifted Ichigo's chin.

"Are ya okay?" When Ichigo nodded his consent, he sighed in relief and stood up, pulling Ichigo up with him. He bent over and Ichigo climbed onto his back, wrapping his arms around the pale neck and his legs around the equally pale waist. Ichigo placed his head on Shiro's shoulder and breathed in his favorite scent, a mix of vanilla and cinnamon. Shiro carried Ichigo to the nurses's office, not the first time there... or the last.

End of Flashback

Jiro had tried many times afterwords to get Ichigo alone, but Shiro never gave him the chance. Where ever Ichigo went, Shiro was right behind him. If Shiro couldn't be there, Tatsuki or Chad would protect Ichigo, although Shiro still never took his sweet time doing anything that didn't involve his strawberry. Shiro glanced at the clock and noticed an hour had passed since he had finished. Shiro glanced at Ichigo and was surprised to see he was asleep.

"Aw, isn' tha' adorable?" Shiro chuckled and stood up, walking over to the desk. He prodded the younger teen lightly in the arm.

"Ichi... I'm goin' ta move ya ta th' bed, 'kay?" Ichigo mumbled something back before slipping back to unconsciousness. Shiro smiled at the cute sight of it before picking up Ichigo bridal style and placing him on the bed carefully. The albino yawned and glanced once again at the clock. It was already late, and he needed to get some sleep... but he really didn't want to go in the closet. Shiro sneaked a peek at the sleeping figure.

'''M sure he won't mind...' With that thought, Shiro stripped himself of his clothing before throwing on boxers and a t-shirt. He did the same for Ichigo, carefully so he wouldn't wake up, before creeping into the bed with Ichigo. He found himself wide awake as he couldn't find a comfortable position with his brother/crush laying right beside him.

'I give up!' Shiro snuggled into his brother's warm back, wrapping his arms around him and throwing a leg over his brother's. He breathed in and smelled Ichigo - strawberries and chocolate - his favorite smell. He smiled before finally drifting into sleep.

A/N -I couldn't help myself, I just HAD to put this up! I know you guys might not like that one flashback, so you can kill me if you want too! *waiting to be murdered* I just felt I needed to get into Shiro and Ichigo's relationship more. Sorry for the bit of RenIchi in there, it's only one-sided, I can assure you! You finally got to know who was spying on Ichigo and Shiro! ^^ I'm not good with fight scenes, so cut some slack please! Now, why was Grimmjow spying on Aizen and Ulquiorra? Find out in the next chapter of Forbidden Love! PLEASE review, or else no chappy for youse!

Edit: April 5th, 2011

Chapter Word Total: 5,081