Forbidden Love

Chapter 7 - You're such an idiot!

Shiro's POV

I was sitting on the tattered sofa in the living room, finally calmed down, when I heard a car drive up into our driveway. I took a deep breath to prepare myself before jumping up and running over to the window, pushing the white curtains aside to see outside. A flash of metal caught my attention and I saw our Jetta, housing none other then the object of my affections. I sighed, and took another breath. I watched as the driver's door open, Ichi, in all his orange-haired glory, stepping out. He slammed the car door behind him, strutting up to the front door as he fiddled with his keys nervously. I ran over to the front door before he could get there and threw it open to meet Ichi's raised hand and wide brown eyes. I smirked at his expression as I leaned closer to him with an eyebrow raised.

"I saw ya drive up." Ichi nodded and, with his innocent brown eyes downcast, moved past to enter the house. I stepped aside, allowing him to enter as I watched him curiously. He fumbled around with his keys some more, facing away from me. Suddenly he turned around, looking at me with determination in his chocolate eyes just as I decided to speak up.

"I need to talk to-"

"There's somethin' I need ta-" Ichi blushed, and cut himself off. I smirked at him.

"You first, Shiro." He nodded towards me and I mumbled a soft thank you.

"Ya know, this mornin', when I kissed ya?" Ichi turned red but nodded. "Well, er, it was a mistake." Ichi's face turned bone white and his face twisted into a nauseated expression. I looked at him, confused. After only a moment, he scowled and he whipped around, throwing his keys over his shoulder at me and storming up the stairs. I barely missed the propelling metal object tossed at my face and I heard the bedroom door slam shut loudly.

"What?..." I stood, stupified. My eyes were wide and I glanced up the stairs where Ichi had disappeared.

'Wha' jus' happened?' I snapped back into reality when I heard a loud thump from our bedroom. I didn't even hesitate before I sprinted up the stairs, throwing open the door again. I barely heard the door click shut behind me.

"Wha' th' hell, Ichi?" I froze when Ichigo looked up, face red and wet from tears. He sniffed pitifully and my brotherly instincts kicked in. I covered the distance in 2 long strides, kneeling in front of him and taking his hands in mine.

"Wha's wrong?" I tilted my head when he scowled at me and yanked his hands away.

"You! You're such an idiot!" I frowned at him.

"Wha' did I do?"

"Can't you tell?" Ichi growled deep in my throat and I resisted the urge to jump him for being so sexy.

"If I did, would I be askin'?" Ichi took in a deep breath before looking at me with such a confidence, my breath faltered for a mere moment.

"I love you, Shiro!" I froze, the words echoing in my head. How long had I waited for this moment, imagining it over and over until my head would pound? How long had I wanted to just grab Ichi, pull him to me and slam my lips against his? How long had I wanted to strip him of all his clothes, throw him onto the nearest surface and screw his delicious ass until he screamed my name in pleasure?

"Shiro?" I didn't reply, lost in my own thoughts. "Of course! Forget it! I'm leaving." Ichi's angry voice interuppted my thoughts as he tugged away from my hold on his shirt, trying to stand up. Before he could, I yanked him down, leaned forward, and slammed my lips against his. His dark brown eyes widened to the size of dinner plates and he struggled for a minute before relaxing, eyes fluttering shut with a mewl. Moaning, he pulled me closer as my tongue wrapped around his in a sensual dance. The kiss was gentle, slow, and sweet, neither of us dominating or submitting. Finally, I pulled away, resting my forehead against his. I stared into his lust-filled eyes as he panted, an adorable blush covering his face and, from the way I felt my burning face, I knew I probably didn't look much better then him.

"Ichi... I love ya too." His eyes widened again and I swore his face turned a little pinker. Ichi's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as he tried, and failed, to form words. I resisted the urge to laugh at him. He took a deep breath and calmed himself.

"You... you do?"

"Of course I do. I always have. Yer mine. Ferever...got tha'?" Slowly, Ichi nodded, wrapping his arms around my neck and sliding off the bed into my lap. We sat there silently, our heart's beating loudly and neither of us feeling the urge to ruin the moment by talking. I stared into his beautiful brown eyes and smirked. He looked at me curiously but I tilted my head and kissing his temple lovingly before moving down to his cheek. I nipped at it before I slowly got lower to the corner of his mouth. I pressed a kiss to it and he opened his mouth invitingly. Sticking out my tongue, I laved at the crease in his lips, smiling softly as he opened his mouth wider. I pulled away, moving back up to tease him. I could feel his lips curl into a indignant pout against my cheek as I moved over to his ear, nibbling gently and tugging on his ear slightly. He moaned quietly, tilting his head to allow me more access. I moved lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses against his throat. I felt his heartbeat speed up as I scraped my teeth against his pulse, biting down softly. I moved over to his shoulder, laving at it softly. I blew out some air, relishing the shudder that pierced through Ichi's blushing-covered body.

Ichigo's POV

The teasing was slowly getting to me, blood rushing to lower regions. I panted softly against Shiro's slender neck, shuddering when he blew warm air against my hickey-covered shoulder. I felt as if I should do something to please him, so I pressed my lips against his own shoulder, my pink tongue peeking out to lave at a scar tainting his beautifully white skin. I heard him moan softly when I scraped my teeth against the old scar. An idea came to mind, and I bit down harder, relishing in the loud moan it brought me. I applied a little more pressure, my teeth breaking into his skin. Shiro dug his nails into my back harshly, head falling backwords in a groan as I lapped at the blood pouring out of the old wound. I purred loudly and pulled away when Shiro tugged on my shirt, pushing me against the bed and staring into my eyes. His gaze flickered to my bloody, red lips and he smirked cruelly. Leaning forward, he nibbled on my lips, teeth lightly piercing the skin of my lips. Shiro pinned my wrists above my head on the bed and my head fell backwards, tilted slightly to the side. A tongue lapped at the crease in my lips and I complied, opening my mouth to welcome him.

Nearly instantly, a tongue was thrusted into my mouth, dragging my tongue out of my mouth to play. I fought visciously, determinded not to lose the fight. A whine was muffled by our connected mouths when Shiro gripped both of my wrists together in one hand, dragging his other to my waist to dig his nails into my left hip. Shiro growled and fought back harder, easily dominating me. A moan was ripped from the depths of my chest, tearing out of my throat, and Shiro purred, delighted. He drug his hand back up, nails carving into the tanned skin of my muscled chest, grabbing the bottom of my shirt with it to pull it off. I pulled away to allow him to yank it off, my own hands reaching to unbutton his own black shirt. As the buttons gave way ever so slowly to my slender, clumsy fingers, Shiro's hands ran down the front of my chest, thumbs rubbing over my hard nipples. I whined quietly and Shiro threw me one of his smirks, repeating the tortorous action.

"Ngh...Shiro." I wailed when he leaned forward, taking one of my nipples into his mouth, laving it with his sinfully hot tongue and lips, other being tortured by his equally sinful hands. I shoved his bothersome shirt off his shoulders, hearing the swosh when it fell to the floor. I ran my hands over his perfect body, massaging his shoulders and then moving downwards to his neck. Dragging my finger lower, they brushed his dusky nipples softly, earning a soft groan from my brother. I did it again softly, teasing him with a passion I knew I would get punished for later. I smirked saucily, yearning for that punishment I knew I would deserve... and love.

Regular POV

The albino's hands ran over a sun-kissed chest, fingers teasing the waistband of a pair of stone-washed jeans. Ichigo groaned, writhing beneath his tortorous actions and arching his back. Shiro chuckled, hands falling lower to a jean-clad ass and he gripped it tightly, watching as Ichigo's lust-filled eyes widened to saucers. He pulled Ichigo to his bare chest, the before-mentioned teen's legs wrapping around his pale waist tightly, as to not lose the closeness. As he stood up, his lips ran up and down Ichigo's neck faintly, face being tickled by somewhat long, spikey orange hair. Shiro turned around to sit on top their bed. Ichigo wrapped his arms around Shiro's slender neck, teeth nibbling on his ear. Shiro moaned, bucking up while he pulled Ichigo onto his lap. Ichigo's head flew backwards, moan being torn from his throat.

"Shiro!" Shiro grinned, repeating the action, watching as Ichigo mewled loudly. Ichigo dug his nails into Shiro's back, pulling them down roughly. Shiro ground against Ichigo's jean-clad ass again, groans flying out of his mouth from deep within his muscled, bare chest. His hands moved upwards, yanking Ichigo's zipper down quickly, eager for the touch of skin. Ichigo grabbed at Shiro's shoulders, pulling himself up so Shiro could yank his jeans and boxers off. Ichigo tightened his grip on Shiro's waist with his legs, leaning over slightly, embarrased suddenly. Shiro chuckled, tilting Ichigo's chin up. He pointed to Ichigo's prominent erection while Ichigo blushed darkly.

"Look... yer already hard fer me." Shiro purred, brushing his fingers over the head of Ichigo's hard cock.

"A-ah! D-don't!" Shiro did it again, much to Ichigo's (dis)pleasure. Ichigo grabbed Shiro's hands and glared at him. Shiro smirked slyly.

"Oh...'M sorry." Shiro spoke sarcastically and Ichigo rolled his eyes. He released Shiro's wrists, instead moving down to Shiro's zipper. Sliding off Shiro's lap, he moved down to Shiro's clothed erection. Ichigo tugged down his zipper with his mouth, grinning when he heard Shiro moan loudly. When he was faced with a pair of boxers, he moved closer and wrapped his full, red lips around the head of Shiro's erection.

"Oh God, Ichi!" Ichigo held down Shiro's hips as he laved at the slit through the cloth. Shiro suddenly pushed him away, only to yank off his boxers. The carrot-top gaped while his twin smirked.

'That...that's gonna be IN me...?'

"Like whatcha see?" Ichigo nodded subconsciously before moving back again, tongue peeking out and laving at the head of Shiro's cock. Shiro's head flew backwards as he moaned. Ichigo smirked and took Shiro into his mouth, bobbing his head to take it deeper. "Fucckkkk! Ichi!" The orange-head moved back, tongue wrapping around the pulsing cock and pressing into the slit. As he continued his actions, he watched for Shiro's reactions. The albino dived his hands into Ichigo's hair, thrusting into his mouth. Ichigo suddenly deep-throated Shiro, and the golden eyed teen lost it. He fucked Ichigo's mouth, jaw falling slack when he reached the edge. Pushing deep into Ichigo's throat, he finally came, deep moan spilling from his lips. "Ichi!" Ichigo let him ride out his orgasm before pulling away. Shiro sighed loudly in pleasure before glancing at the teen in front of him. "Oh, Ichi, sorry... I didn' mean ta. Here, spit it out." Ichigo shook his head and swallowed the milky substance. Shiro stared at him. "Wha' did ya do tha' fer?" Ichigo looked away and blushed.

"Because, it's part of you, and I want all of you... I love you." Shiro's jaw went slack and he groaned before yanking Ichigo back onto his lap.

"Fuck, that was sexy..." Ichigo gripped Shiro's shoulders tightly as Shiro captured his mouth again.

"Hah..." Ichigo panted while Shiro reach up, placing three fingers at Ichigo's mouth. The carrot-top complied, sucking them into his mouth, wrapping his full lips around them. Shiro moaned. Licking and sucking, Ichigo moaned quietly as Shiro grinded against his bare ass. When he was done, he bit down lightly to capture Shiro's attention and Shiro pulled his hand away, instead cupping his ass again. Swirling a finger around Ichigo's entrance teasingly, Shiro sucked on Ichigo's neck, pleased by the purple mark it was leaving.

"It might hurt a lil'." Shiro pushed inside, curling his finger. Ichigo gasped, the sudden intrusion shocking him. "Hurts?"

"No...just feels... weird." Ichigo buried his face into Shiro's neck as Shiro pushed another finger inside, scissoring them. The orange-head felt a slight twinge of pain, but nothing too bad. Ichigo mewled loudly as Shiro's fingers pressed against something. He ground down against the fingers.

''Again!" Shiro smirked.

'Bingo.' Shiro pushed inside his last finger, moving them in and out quickly, Ichigo pushing down against them.

"Hah, more! Shiro!" Shiro pulled his fingers out, extracting a whine of protest from Ichigo. He pushed Ichigo against the bed, kneeling between the carrot-top's legs and straddling his waist. Spitting into his hand, he gripped his cock in his fist, pressing the head against Ichigo's entrance. Ichigo moaned quietly, pressing down. Shiro slipped past Ichigo's rings slowly, and, after a couple of seconds, he was fully sheathed. His palms were pressed to the bed on either side of Ichigo's head and Ichigo's legs were wrapped around Shiro's waist, arms around his neck.

After a second of silence, only filled by Ichigo and Shiro's labored breath, Ichigo moved experimentally, Shiro moving in deeper. A groan was torn from Shiro's throat and he pulled out, only to thrust back in. Ichigo mewled, nails digging into Shiro's back. He moved with the rhythm set by Shiro, moaning loudly when Shiro slammed into his prostate.

"F-faster, Shiro!" Shiro complied, wrapping his hands around Ichigo's legs and pushing them on either side of Ichigo's head. Heat filled in the pit of his stomach, and he growled out Ichigo's name, thrusting harshly into his tight ass. An idea popped into Shiro's head and he stopped, much to Ichigo's chagrin.

"S-shiro! Don't s-stop!" The orangette writhed as Shiro leaned down, nibbling on Ichigo's pulse.

"Beg." Ichigo whined at the albino's request.

"Shiro! Please!" Shiro leered at him.

"Please what?" He faked innocence, locking eyes with Ichigo. He pulled out once again, thrusting back in hard and slow, earning a loud keening wail from Ichigo.

"Shirooo! Please fuck me! I can't take it anymore! Take me hard!" Shiro complied, thrusting harder then before, calling out Ichigo's name in a seductive tone of voice. A shiver ran down his back as Ichigo's nails dug into his back more, skin being torn as he pulled them down. He wrapped his fist around Ichigo's cock, jerking his wrist quickly, matching their pace. He teased the slit with his nail, Ichigo calling out his name for more. Ichigo's head fell back with a wail.

"S-shiro! I'm c-coming!"

"I k-know... me too." Shiro lost all of his rhythm, panting harshly. He leaned into Ichigo's neck, biting down onto his shoulder.

"Ichi...cum fer me." With that, Ichigo released with a scream of Shiro's name, muscles clenching tight around Shiro. Shiro yelled out Ichigo's name in a hoarse cry, teeth piercing the tanned skin, and blood spilling from the wound. He released inside of Ichigo, riding out his orgasm. Finally, exhausted, he fell on top of a post-orgasm Ichigo.

"Mmm...Shiro...you're heavy." Ichigo pushed on his shoulder and Shiro rolled over, pulling Ichigo into his chest. Ichigo yawned, curling up into the sweaty, warm chest.

"Night, Shiro." Shiro chuckled hoarsly at him.

"Night, Ichi." The albino kissed Ichigo on the forehead before joining the other in dreamland.

A/N - -_- Another short chapter... BUT you got some lovey-dovey, smutty scenes with Ichigo and Shiro! (FINALLY, lol) I'm sorry it's so badly written! It's actually my first sex scene so... ya know, it's BAD. Like AWFUL.

I'm working on the next chapter so it should be up sometime soon!

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Edited: April 25th, 2011

Word Count: 3,062