Forbidden Love

Chapter 8 - Our Little Romp

Shiro's POV

Just a few hours after our little... romp, I woke up with a muffled groan, rolling over... or at least trying to. I blinked open my eyes to see Ichi snuggled up against my chest, legs thrown across mine and tangled together, one hand pressed against my heart and the other plowed into my hair, gripping tightly. I sighed softly and shook my, my lips curling into a small, crooked smile. I reached into my hair, snatching his hand and soothing the back of it with my thumb until he finally released his grip, hand falling onto the bed beside his side. I untwisted our legs, reaching behind me to grab a pillow for him to snuggle with. I crawled swiftly but quietly out of the warm bed, pulling on a pair of pants lying on the floor, discarding underwear since it was just the two of us at home. I delved a hand into my hair to fix the messy locks. Exiting our room, I closed the door softly, padding silently down the hallway and into the living room with bare feet. I plopped onto the couch, turning on the television. I shook my leg up and down anxiously as I flipped through the channels.

For some reason, I was extrememly anxious, the urge to wake Ichi up overpowering everything, but I was also nervous that if he did wake up and see me, he would suddenly regret what he did and reject me and my affections. I was jittery as I waited for Ichigo to wake up so I could know what he was thinking. I already knew that what we did was wrong... but at the same time, it felt so right. I just had to know though - does Ichi feel the same way?

I stared blankly at the cooking show playing on the television screen, not taking anything in about it as my eyes repeatedly flickered to the staircase.

'Come on come on come on.'

"Next, turn the water on high. When the water starts to bubble, pour in the pasta." The female chef's voice as she explained what to do dragged on in the background. My attention was suddenly pulled to the televison when I heard the word pasta and I turned back around. I watched the women toss the pasta into the water, a psuedo-grin on her face. I scoffed, but ignored it, instead focusing on what had gotten my attention when she said pasta. Suddenly it clicked.

'Ichi's favorite...' I beamed. 'Perfect!' I leaped off the blue couch so quickly I nearly tipped it over before skidding into the kitchen. I threw open a bunch of drawers and gathered up an apron, a box of pasta, and a pot. I grinned as I turned on the stove and filled the pot with water.

"Let's make some dinner..."

Ichigo's POV

I awoke to the scent of dinner later that night, and I sat up dazedly. The aroma wrapped around me in a tight hug, drawing me out of my bedroom and into the dark hallway. I floated down the slender, narrow hallway in a haze and my only intention was to get into the kitchen, grab whatever food, and feed my starving stomach. As I reached the kitchen though, I immediately froze in place. The kitchen lights were out, matching the dark, star-less sky outside, candles lit around the room, flickering brightly and giving off the pleasent scent of vanilla. On the table's surface lay a dark red tablecloth, a tall, lit candle rising from the center. Two dinner plates covered in pasta that was drowned in sauce were placed at each end, two wine glasses filled with, what I hoped was, coca-cola.

I stepped into the dimly-lit room, feet padding softly on the cold tiles. A soft shiver ran up my spine when the cold tiles and warmth from the lit candles contrasted as they carresed my bare skin. As soon as my hand left the comforting touch of a wooden doorway, arms wrapped around my waist and lips touched the sensitive skin of my ear. A hand covered my mouth when a scream threatened to tear out of my throat and my eyes widened to the size of the dinner plates placed on the table in front of us. A purr rumbled from the body pressed against mine and I tensed instinctively at the close contact.

"Yer awake. I've been waitin'." I relaxed when I recognized my brother's voice and I pressed back against him, nuzzling into his warm, bare chest. Shiro chuckled at me and I blushed.

"As much as I love ta see ya like tha', 'm pretty sure ya want ta put on some clothes before ya eat." I rose an eyebrow, confused, before I looked down. A bright blush lit up on my face, rivaling the red of the silky tablecloth. When I had left the bedroom, I forgot one key component. Clothes.

"Sh-shut up!" I pushed away from him, embarrased, and he chuckled as I ran quickly up the stairs.

"Love ya too!" My heart skipped a beat at the casual way he had said the words and I fumbled with the pants I had been trying to slip on. A light blush heated my face and I finally pulled the pants on, slipping quietly out of the room and downstairs. I stopped before I entered the kitchen as a thought suddenly hit me. Shiro pushed off the doorway he had been leaning against, making his way over to me in two long strides. Lifting my chin with two of my fingers, he frowned.

"Wha's wrong?" I sighed and leaned closer to his warm body. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I pulled him closer and pressed my cheek against his bare chest. I sighed and he shivered beneath me.

"Well, you know what we did, as much as I loved it..." Shiro chuckled here, "It's still kinda... wrong, you know?" Shiro went silent and I didn't dare look up. He suddenly pushed me away, and forced my chin up with two fingers so her could look at me.

"I know tha'. Don't think I didn' think 'bout it, 'cause I did, but I really don' wanna think 'bout it. We'll cross tha' bridge when we get there, 'kay? For now, let's just enjoy this dinner I made ya." I smiled lightly and nodded, allowing him to pull me over to the well-lit table. He pulled out my chair and I blushed, hiding my face and scrambling into the chair. Shiro snickered, pushing me in and sauntering over to his chair to sit across from me. My brother grabbed his fork, immediately digging into some of the pasta as I watched him, mesmerized.

Shiro's POV

I could feel his eyes on me as I dug into the delicious pasta I made and I smirked, twilring the pasta onto my fork. Slowly, I took a bite out of it and watched as Ichi followed the movement with half-lidded, dark eyes. I spun the fork in my fingers and sneered softly at him and his surprised look, plopping my chin in my hands as I leaned towards him. I licked my lips teasingly and watched as Ichi swallowed thickly. I growled deep in my throat.

"Ya see somethin' ya like?" Ichi nodded slowly, eyes flickering from my eyes to my smirking lips. When Ichi's eyes locked on my lips, I fought the urge to jump him then and there.

"Then why dontcha come and get it." Brown, lust-filled eyes flew up to mine and I grinned at him. He stared at me blankly.

"Welllll?" I drew out the syllable long and hard, watching as he jumped his leg up and down, eyes flickering once again. He looked at me questioningly and I nodded, urging him to do it. Ichi only heisitated for a moment before he leaped out of his seat immediately, shaking the table slightly, and making his chair fall backwards. Crossing the distance between us quickly, he crawled into my lap, hands roaming over my bare chest. Lips captured mine and I growled, pulling him tighter against me. Slender, nimble fingers ran over my chest, falling lower and lower until they teased the waistband of my low-riding jeans. It rung out a low moan from my throat as my skin burned under his inexperienced hands. As soon as they touched my half-hard erection through the protection of my low-riding jeans, I jumped up, his legs wrapping around my waist. Keeping our mouths connected, I stumbled upstairs and into our bedroom. I kicked the door open and threw Ichi on the bed. Not wasting any time, I left only for a second to grab some lube from the bathroom only to come back and face the most irresistible sight I've ever seen.

Ichi was lying on the bed, pants around his ankles as one hand was wrapped around his pulsing erection and two fingers were delved inside his tight entrance. A third finger prodded at his hole and he mewled loudly. From the looks of it, he was already close as he breathily moaned my name. I quietly sauntered over to him and slipped onto the bed behind him. Ichi was so lost in the moment that he didn't notice me.

"So this is wha' ya do when 'm gone? Tsk tsk, Ichi. Ya should be punished." Ichi's eyes went wide when I whispered in his ear and his body suddenly jolted as he found his release. Ichi let out a loud scream and his head fell backwords into my lap. I rose an eyebrow at him. "It looks like Ichi gets turned on by dirty words. Ne, Ichi? Do ya like bein' punished?" Ichi whimpered and shuddered as I smirked at him. I stood up and pulled off my belt. Ichi was in such a daze, he didn't notice when I tied his hands to the headboard. I licked his lips sensually, asking for entrance. Ichi didn't hesitate and opened his mouth for me. A moan spilled from his bruised lips when I sucked his tonuge into my mouth.

"Shiro..." I pulled away and shook my head in disapproval.

"Ne, Ichi, I didn't say ya could talk." Ichi immediately shut his mouth when I growled at him and he mewled quietly as I slid his jeans the rest of the way off. Slowly, I pressed kisses on each his legs, moving up slowly. When I was met with his erection, I skipped over it and nipped at the insides of his thighs. Ichi didn't miss the action and whined at me. Just as he was about to say something, I licked the underside of his bulging erection and he unconsciously screamed.

"Shiro!" I chuckled as he pulled on his restraints. "Shi, please!"

"Please what?" I looked up at him with an innocent smile and he whined in frustration.

"Just, please, do something!" I chuckled and grabbed his legs, pushing them up to rest on either side of Ichi's head. Thank God for his flexability. I kissed his inner thighs before moving down to his entrance. I smirked and laved at the twitching hole. Ichi mewled as I pushed inside, and I felt his legs trembling as he shuddered in pleasure. My tongue slid along the inside and he moaned loudly, the sound echoing throughout the empty house. I prodded his hole with my fingers and thrusted them in and out harshly. I felt Ichi shudder beneath me and I began to jerk him off as I placed nips and kisses on his inner thighs. In no time at all, he was screaming my name and clenching around my fingers. I tightened my grip on his erection and caught the warm, sticky cum as he released. As he came down from his high, face covered in a healthy blush, he murmered his love for me and I smiled, capturing his lips gently.

"Love ya too, Chi-chi." Ichi scowled at the nickname I had called him when we were kids. He was about to reply, but I kissed him again, effectively shutting him up. As our tongues tangled together, I spread the sticky, milky in my hands onto my erection, slowly inching closer to his entrance. I pushed his legs up and over my shoulders, pushing them forward as I moved closer to Ichi's warm, shuddering, blushing body. God, he looked irrisitable.

I distracted him by licking up the colomn of his neck and moving beside his ear. I nibbled and smirked as he shivered and moaned at the action. I took that chance and pushed inside of him with a quick, shallow thrust. Nn, so tight...

"Shiro!" His beautiful face twisted into a pained expression and tears formed in the corners of his eyes as he clenched them shut and whimpered. I kissed his eyes and pressed in farther, not stopping until I was all the way in, pressing against his bare ass.

"Ichi... Relax." He scowled at me but when I pulled out, only to thrust back in, he moaned. Ichi's arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer as I started thrusting into him shallowly. I immediately picked up the pace, thrusting rhythmically in and out of him. I smirked when I hit his bundle of nerves and he threw his head back, a loud, keening wail spilling from his red, bruised lips.

"H-harder!" I pushed his legs up farther and thrusted even harder into him, moaning loudly. I focused on the warm, tight heat around me as groans, moans, and mewls spilled from our lips. Ichi captured my lips and sucked my tongue into his mouth quickly. I mapped out his mouth, feeling heat coil in the pit of my stomach. I manuevered a hand between us, wrapping it around Ichi's as he pumped his erection to the pace of our rhythmic sexing. "Shiro! I'm...cumming!" I thrusted hard into him one more time, hitting his prostate spot-on. "SHIRO!" As he came, he tightened hard around me and I pushed in and out a few more times before cumming inside of him with a growl. I latched my mouth around his shoulder, sharp teeth piercing the smooth skin.

After a few, silent minutes, I lapped up all the blood spilling out and unhooked his legs from my shoulder. They fell onto the bed with a light thump and Ichi sighed softly. I nuzzled my face into his shoulder, kissing his shoulder apologetically. His shoulder must hurt like a bitch. Ichi began to push on my chest and I sat up carefully, looking at him.

"You're heavy." I snickered and kissed him, clambering off of him. Just then, I pulled out of him and Ichi moaned quietly. I felt warm cum and blood seep out and I sighed before climbing out of bed. I headed towards the open doorway but was held back when Ichi snatched my arm. I quirked a brow at his pained, confused expression. "Where are you going?" I smiled when he sounded worried. Leaning down, I kissed the corner of his lips once before standing back up and stretching.

"'M just gonna get a washcloth. Don' worry, I won't go anywhere." Ichi looked pleased with my answer and made himself comfortable again. I chuckled under my breath and left the room. Snatching a washcloth out of the closet, I soaked it in warm water before reentering the bedroom. I saw Ichi snoozing on the bed and my lips quirked into a smile. "Ichiiii~" I lightly brushed his side, where I knew he was ticklish. He murmered in a displeased tone and batted my hand away. "Ichiiii! Up and at 'em!" I repeated the action again and he grumbled, rolling away. "Chi-chi! Get up!" I climbed on top of him and began tickling him.

"Shi! S-stop it!" I smirked as he began laughing and continued, watching as his face contorted into a smile. "Shiro! STOP!" I shook my head before kissing him again, and moving to pull him closer. He scowled once I let him go. I smirked at him and he turned away, blushing. "Stupid Shi-nii." I laughed at his expression and inched off of him, laying beside him. I brushed my lips against his cheek.

"Love ya, too, asshole!" Ichi blushed again, the red tinting his tawny skin. "Yer so cute sometimes." I felt the washcloth brush against my hand and I picked it back up, bunching it up before cleaning my brother's sticky thighs. He rolled onto his side, moving closer to me and wrapped his arms around my neck. Our chests brushed together as I soothingly cleaned up his cum and blood-covered body. Ichi nuzzled into my chest and I finished up before tossing the washcloth somewhere in our pile of tossed articles of clothing. Pulling up the thin sheet at the end of bed, I yanked it over our sweaty bodies. I moved onto my back and tugged Ichi against my side. The sheet ruffled slightly before settling on top of us once again. My head fell back against the cold, plush pillow and I sighed happily as Ichi pressed his cheek against my warm chest. I kissed his orange, ruffled locks briefly before shutting my eyes tiredly. Ichi breathed heavily on me as his hand roamed over my bare chest gently.

Ichigo's POV

I circled a white nipple with my finger, curling up tighter against Shiro's warm figure. My hand roamed, passing over hard muscles and a quivering stomach. My finger rounded Shiro's navel, passing over it softly and briefly. His stomach quivered again at the touch of my cold fingers, but I ignored it, instead pressing my whole hand against his stomach, fingers stretching out. A rumble passed through him, vibrating my hand and fingers.

"Stop...tha' tickles." I continued, fingertips pressing lightly against the skin around his nipples teasingly and then down his stomach again. Up and down I went, and each time around, I got closer to his waistband. Finally, when I reached it, I slid my fingers underneath it carefully and calmly. Everything went by as a blur when I was suddenly pinned to the bed by a warm, naked body that was trembling. Gold eyes narrowed as I blushed, noticing the large erection pulsing and pressing into my inner thigh. It was dangerously close to mine and I held back a moan.

"I told ya ta stop." I gulped, Shiro's rough, dominating voice sending shivers through my spine that rocked my whole body. Dazed, I realized he hadn't moved, and opened my mouth to apologize.

"S-sorry." Shiro waited for a second to look at me before he rolled over, satisfied. All of a sudden, I realized something. I sat up and looked at his confused expression.

"Shiro?" Shiro rose a thin, pale brow at me, looking especially irritated that I moved away from him.

"What?"

"What about the candles in the kitchen? Shouldn't we put them out?" Shiro rolled onto his side, propping his head on his elbow as he looked at me. He waited for a moment before tugging me back down beside him and smirking at me.

"Nah... they're special candles."

"S-special...candles?" Shiro chuckled breathily at my reaction. I felt a tremor run through my at the sound and my eyes nearly rolled in pleasure. I shuddered against him as I resisted the urge to cream my pants. My erection twitched and it brushed against the thin, soft sheet. I vaguely heard Shiro answer.

"They're made ta put themselves out after 'while. It won' burn anythin'." Shiro grinned, obviously pleased with himself. I mumbled back a reply, now entirely uninterested as I tried to keep my quivering member hidden from my older twin.

"Oh...okay..." Then, what he said hit me. I moved away from his chest and stared at him as the grin spread even farther across his face as he saw me.

"You knew. You knew I was gonna jump you." Shiro chuckled, playing innocent.

"Psh...how could I know tha'? Besides.. it isn' jumpin' when I letcha." I shoved him in the shoulder with a frown, earning me a quiet snicker.

"You're an idiot." Shiro ignored me, instead moving to lay back down. Yawning, I curled up against him once more. An arm wrapped around my shoulder, pulling me closer. A thumb rubbed my right shoulderblade, soothing the deep bite there. The relaxing motion pulled me farther and farther into unconsciousness.

"Good nigh' Shiro." I mumbled briefly. Shiro pulled me closer and I tucked my head underneath his chin, my body fitting perfectly with his, as cheesy as that sounded.

"Night, Ichi."

A/N - Well, I finally wrote the sex scene in this chapter. Hope you guys like it!

Edited: May 4th, 2011

Word Count: 3,670