Forbidden Love

Chapter 4 - Besides, No One Saw

Regular POV

'Did I just kiss Shiro?' Ichigo had really only meant it to be an innocent, sincere kiss but after he had left Shiro in his room and shut his doorr, he'd realized that no matter which way he looks at it, that was not an innocent kiss. Even if he just gave him a peck on the lips, he's still a teenager, and Shiro's still his brother, so it's still wrong. Ichigo scowled before his chocolate eyes widened comically.

'What if he was awake? Shit!'

Ichigo tugged on his hair pathetically as he paced outside of his room, lips curved downwards in an anxious scowl. He worked his lower lip in his mouth as his gears worked in his head considerably. Suddenly, he stopped mid-pace and froze in front of his bedroom door where, behind it, lay the object of his current thoughts and desires.

'Chill, Ichigo! It's no big deal. As long as you believe it was just an innocent kiss, it is.'

Ichigo grinned.

'Yeah...that'll work. Besides, no one saw.'

Shiro's POV

'Did Ichi just kiss me?' Shiro subconsciously licked his lips, trying to savor the taste. Sighing at the pleasant tingling in his lips, he smiled crookedly.

'This'll simple things up a lot. Maybe he likes me th' same way?' Shiro sighed again with a dazed grin.

'Only one way ta find out... Now I just need th' perfect moment...no one can ruin this.' With that, Shiro smirked and snuggled back into the blankets like a cat.

'It's just a good thing no one saw.'

Regular POV

"Oh, ho, ho. Looks like the Shinigami's got a little secret." Yammy smirked knowingly, turning to face Ulquiorra who was still as stoic as ever as the green-eyed Espada stood a little ways off from the larger male.

"We should report this back to Aizen-sama. It may help us with our kidnapping." Ulquiorra spoke melancholic and it was a few moments before Yammy nodded his approval. The shorter Espada opened a garganta and stepped through silently, turning back to look at the Kurosaki home once again before it closed. A little secret, indeed.

Shiro rolled over, yawning, before glancing at the clock on the nightstand. It was only 5 o'clock, so he could sleep for another hour before dinner but he just wasn't tired. Plus he needed to come up with a plan for getting Ichi. The albino giggled; he was calling it Operation: Strawberry. Sitting up, he stretched, much like a cat, and looked around their bedroom. Shiro realized just then he was finally back in the town he had grown up in. So many memories were in Karakura; His first steps, his first words, his first Christmas, his first crush... He sighed sullenly. Sadly, it wasn't where he had his first kiss, although he wished he could have had it here, and with his brother. But that didn't matter. First kisses weren't everything. All that mattered was he was back and he was very happy with it.

Shiro scooched to the end of the bed before standing up and running a hand through his hair, a habit he had since he was a kid. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans, he opened the door to his bedroom and went downstairs to the living room. Sitting on the couch was Ichigo, who threw a sneaking glance at him before blushing slightly and facing the television once again. Shiro raised a curious brow but didn't acknowledge the embarrased teen's reaction to his casual appearance. He walked over to the couch and threw his body onto the couch before moving into a more relaxed position.

"Whatcha watchin', Ichi?" He looked up at his younger brother who didn't even look before answering.

"N.C.I.S." Shiro's gold, and now black, eyes widened comically.

"Really? Which episode?" Ichigo chuckled at his reaction before replying his excited twin.

"The episode where Abby has a stalker..." Shiro nodded his approval before stretching out a little further. Ichigo raised his eyebrow when Shiro placed his head on his jean-clad knee. Shiro looked up at him after a moment.

"What? 'M comfortable." Ichigo just shook his head before leaning against the back of the sofa and turning his attention back to the television.

Around an hour later, Yuzu called out for dinner from the kitchen where she had disappeared into only a half hour before. Shiro yawned and stretched, satisfied when he heard a poping noise. Strolling into the kitchen casually with Ichigo behind him he took his usual place at the dinner table. Yuzu turned to look at them with a smile and two plates full of food before gasping and nearly dropping them. Shiro looked up at her, eyebrows furrowed.

"Shiro! What happened to your eye?" Shiro just gave a pointed look towards Isshin whom had just entered the kitchen with Karin. Yuzu followed his gaze and looked wide-eyed at Isshin.

"Daddy, why did you give Shiro a black eye?" Isshin smirked when he saw her face.

"My son has much to learn!" Isshin stood on top his chair and pointed at Shiro. After this little display, at which Yuzu had yelled at him to sit down, he followed her orders and everyone went back to eating until Isshin cleared his throat near the end of their dinner.

"I have made a very important decision!" Everyone looked at him cautiously, worried he was going to pull another stupid trick and harm himself, or even worse, someone else. "I've realized that I haven't spent any time with my beautiful daughters!" Here, he stood and pranced around to where Karin and Yuzu sat and hugged them tightly, much to Karin's displeasure. "So I will be taking off this week to take you two girls camping!" Rolling her eyes, Karin face-palmed, mumbling something that sounded similar to idiot. She pushed Isshin off, whom wasn't fazed and just started prancing around the table once again excitedly.

"What about school?" Yuzu questioned her father, obviously worried about getting into trouble with her teacher or missing out on important schoolwork.

"Don't worry! Your handsome Daddy has taken care of everything!" He mimicked one of superman's poses.

"What about Shiro and I?" Ichigo spoke up, catching everyone's attention.

"You two still need to go to school, so you're gonna stay at home!" Isshin giddily leapt around the table once again until someone accidently tripped him and he fell on his face.

The rest of dinner was pretty normal for the Kurosaki family, with a few outbursts from Isshin, a couple of insults from Karin, Ichigo, and Shiro, and quiet remarks from Yuzu. After dinner, Yuzu cleaned up for while Karin talked to her about soccer practice before they went upstairs to pack for their departure tomorrow. Isshin had already packed, so he went down to the clinic to treat some patients. Shiro and Ichigo returned to the living room to watch television a little longer.

"What are we goin' ta do wit' Goat-face gone?" Ichigo shrugged indifferently.

"I don't know. We still have school, so it won't be much different. We just won't have the stupid goat-face around the house..." Ichigo thought for a moment about how much more peaceful it would be without him before realizing something. "Fuck!"

"What?" Shiro, startled, looked towards his younger brother who blushed and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Umm... I can't cook." Shiro stared at him for a few moments before cracking up laughing. Ichigo scowled at him and kicked him off the couch with a growl, but this didn't deter the still laughing albino. He hugged his stomach tightly and laughed until Ichigo kicked him again. Breathing heavily and occasionally letting out short-lived giggles, he sat back up on the couch and placed his head on top Ichigo's shoulder. Ichigo's tickled his noise a bit, so he brushed it out of the way carefully.

"Sorry, it's just... tha's funny." Raising an eyebrow, Ichigo placed his head on top of Shiro's.

"How so?"

"Well... Ya do live wit' Yuzu. How couldja not know 'ow ta cook?" Ichigo shrugged, careful to not move the shoulder Shiro's head was on.

"Don't know. Just never learned how. Mom or Yuzu was always there." Shiro sighed understandingly.

"Well, it's a good thin' I can cook." Ichigo stood up suddenly, causing Shiro to make a small noise of protest and fall over onto the carpeted floor. It scratched his face and he winced at the pain in his eye.

"Why didn't you say that before?" Ichigo stood with his arms crossed, eyes hardened angrily. Shiro looked up at him with raised brows.

"Well, I didn' think it mattered." Ichigo slapped the albino on the back of the head and growled out, sitting back down.

"Stupid." Shiro chuckled. "So...where did you learn to cook?"

"Well, th' food's pretty good in the U.S., but it costs a lot a' money. I learned ta cook so I wouldn' have ta pay so much money." Shiro shrugged. "Can' cook all tha' well, but I sure can whip up some spaghetti an' pancakes." Ichigo nodded, getting comfy again, Shiro once again laying his head in Ichigo's lap. After awhile, the exhausted Shiro quickly drifted back off into dreamland. Ichigo smiled and played with the white hair, making sure no one was watching him. Hours later of watching television and messing with the surprisingly soft hair, Ichigo stood up, yawned, and stretched, careful not to wake the sleeping albino. Glancing at the digital numbers on the clock, he noticed it was a quarter to twelve.

'Well, tomorrow's Sunday, so it doesn't really matter if I go to bed late.'

Ichigo looked back at his brother, wondering whether to carry him or wake him up and face his grouchy-ass wrath. Deciding on the latter, Ichigo poked his brother's stomach, who growled and batted at his hand with a frown. Giggling, Ichigo once again poked his brother, this time earning him a hiss and a scowl. As he continued to poke him, he was surprised when a white hand grabbed his. It startled him and he squealed, in a very manly of course.

"What th' fuck are ya doin'? 'M tryin' ta sleep." Shiro sulked at him and Ichigo sighed when he saw Shiro's pout.

"At least go back to our room to sleep. Sleeping on the couch is gonna be a bitch to your back." Shiro sat up, yawned, and stretched his arms above his head before arching his brow at the teen and smirking.

"Aw, is wittle Ichi worried abwout 'is bwig bwotha?" Shiro leaned close to Ichigo, who blushed and moved away. Ichigo flicked Shiro's pale nose before standing back up. Shiro rubbed his now sore nose and reached his arm up to Ichigo who pulled him up. Shiro yawned once more and leaned onto Ichigo. Wrapping his arm around the mostly-unconcious Shiro, Ichigo led the albino up the stairs to their bedroom. Recoiling his arm, he watched, with a scowl, as his brother instantly fell onto their bed. Before he could retort, a soft snore was heard from the bed and he lowered his fist, snickering and stripping down to his boxers. Looking at the closet he would most likely have to sleep in, he pouted.

'No way in hell am I sleeping in there.'

Ichigo glanced back at the sleeping form on his bed. Shrugging he climbed onto the bed, cuddling into his brother's back and wrapping his arms around the pale body. Very quickly, he drifted off to join Shiro in dreamland.

Shiro's POV

After Ichigo had helped me up the stairs, I crashed onto the bed, very nearly missing it. I heard Ichigo growl quietly, so I decided to sugar-coat it by throwing in a soft snore, earning me a snicker. I heard the rustling of clothing before complete silence. When something warm entered the bed beside me, I nearly had a heartattack, my heart actually speeding up and my stomach doing sudden flip-flops.

'Calm down, heart! Don' give it away!

When I heard the even breathing, I rolled over to face him, his arms falling loose and to his sides. I watched his smooth, sleeping face which had lost it's usual tension and famous scowl. In it's place, was somewhat of a smile which was curling slightly over his full, red lips. Like this, he looked almost beautiful and cute and it made me want to...

'What the fuck are ya thinkin'! He's yer brother!'

Scowling, I shook my stupid head and once again faced Ichigo. I leaned forward to place my head beside his on the fluffy pillow. I watched his lips twitch in his sleep, and, finally, I couldn't take it any longer. I slammed my lips on his, my tongue licking his lower lip. Even though he was sleeping, he responded beautifully. As he mewled and moaned under my ministrations, I rolled on top of him, never breaking our fierce kiss. I pressed our groins together and I was happy to feel his obvious erection. As I ground our members together, I moved to his neck, unleashing series of nips, licks, bites, and kisses. Ichigo's head fell back and a loud keening wail flew out of his mouth before he moved my head back up to bring our lips back together. Moaning, Ichigo moved closer, wrapping his arms around my neck and pressing his strong, lithe chest against mine. I thrusted my tongue in his warm, moist mouth, tongues engaging in a fierce battle that I, obviously, won. I mapped out the cavern with my tongue, running it over his teeth and the roof of his mouth. He moaned again which was somewhat muffled by our connected mouths. I continued thrusting against my brother and he wrapped his legs around my waist before hugging me tightly to him. Slowly, he ground against me before a loud moan spilled out of his mouth, muffled by our kiss. I felt my pants get wet and looked down to see that he had came. I brought our lips back together in a kiss. When the need for air become overwhelming, I let go of him, lips pressing against his one more time in a soft, fleeting kiss. Opening eyes I hadn't realized were closed, I watched him pant heavily. When his eyes fluttered, I clenched my eyes shut and forced myself to focus on breathing evenly and not on the hot, fantastic, and so completely arousing kiss I had just shared with my innocently sleeping brother. Waiting until his breath evened out again, I groaned quietly.

'Oh God, I'm royally fucked.'

A/N -

I'm sorry, I'm just not good at kissing scenes or making long chapters or angst or... well, this list could go on, so just review and tell me any spelling mistakes or anything, really!

Edited: April 18th

Word Count: 2,715