Forbidden Love
Chapter 17 - I Thought So
Shiro's POV
I had absolutely no clue as to what would occur now. I mean, there was a gaping hole in the middle of my chest, overlapping the top of my six-pack and dipping underneath my breasts. It went straight through me in a perfect circle and I could feel the back of my jacket brush against it, making me shiver. The sheer darkness against my pale skin only made it more obvious, but I figured that anyone with a hole in their chest would attract a lot of attention.
Once again, I dipped my fingers inside it's depths, brushing the tips against the almost moist edges. Retracting my fingers, I scrutinized them for a moment before I brushed the pads together, expecting some sort of liquid on them like water, blood, or pus, as disgusting as that was. Although my fingers were utterly dry, I could still feel the tingling sensation inside the void. It spread all over, creeping around the edges, almost tickly as it began to slowly fade away.
I made my way back over to the bed, climbing back on top and leaning against the mountain of pillows set up against the headboard. Making myself comfortable, I slid out of my jacket and tossed it onto the floor before diving my hand back inside. As I focused on the sensations erupting from the newly created cavity, I suddenly realized why it was so addictive to me. Not consciously, of course. I actually had to look down at my billowy pants to finally notice the tent forming. I froze, my fingers curling into a fist as a pulled them out and away, holding it above stomach in an almost offensive manner, nearly glaring at the obvious boner I was now sporting.
Sitting up straighter, I tentatively repeated my actions, noticing how blood rushed downwards. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I peeked towards the door, eyes narrowing at the sight of the metal doorknob before I glanced down at my erection. Raising an eyebrow, I thought to myself, 'what harm will it do?' before lifting my hips and shimmying out of my pants. My erection sprung up, curving towards my stomach. Pre-cum spilled out of the tip, splattering onto the lower area of my stomach and I bit my lips as I wrapped my fingers of my free hand around the base. A small, subtle moan fell from my lips as I pumped it once, my fingers twitching inside the sensitive new area.
After taking a deep breath, I jerked my hand again, my fingers spasming inside the dark depths of my void. I started up a slow pace, my mind going blank at the pleasure pulsing through my veins. Tingles, spasms, and chills went up my arched spine, my hips lifting and falling to the rhythm of my pumping hand, my nail curling into the slit. I shuddered, curling up into a ball as I moved faster, pumping, pulling, gripping, brushing, clawing, everything. It all drove me closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy.
Thoughts of Ichi invaded my mind suddenly: him smiling at me crookedly; him with his head thrown back as I thrust inside of him; the time when he unknowingly masturbated while I was just outside our door, my name lovingly spilling from his bruised, full lips; Ichi's hips raised high and his back arched into the mattress as I pounded in to him, the backboard driving into the wall over and over to the rhythm of our passionate love-making and his hands twisted up in the sheets as he screamed.
All I could hear was his moans, mewls, keens, wails, and screams in my ear as I whispered his name over and over like a mantra, my hand moving at a nearly inhuman speed and my erection twitching in my tight grip. Unknown to me, tears formed in the corners of my shut eyes, falling and rolling over my cheeks, onto my still tugging hand. It only proceeded to slick up my hand, allowing it to move faster over hot flesh.
With one last tug and a brush of my fingers over an overly sensitive area, I moaned and arched my back hard, spilling my seed into my open palm as I fell over the edge. White clouded my vision, my mouth wide open in a loud moan, nearly identical to Ichi's name. I shuddered as I came down from my high, panting from the effort. I tossed my head back onto the pillow, drawing my hand out of the hole to rest upon my sweat-covered forehead. I covered my eyes and sighed, wiping away the tears.
"Nn... Fuck, Ichi. I miss ya." I carefully sat up, leaning over the edge to snatch up my jacket. I wrapped it around my hand, cleaning the cum off my hands. It felt alien to me, cleaning up all alone when all I ever used to do was clean up Ichi with my tongue, often resulting in another long session of screwing. The thought made me sad and angry and I growled low in my throat, vowing to one day shred Aizen to bits for taking me away from Ichi.
I stripped down and made my way to the closet, tugging on some more casual, black-and-white clothes before bundling up the cum-soaked jacket and pants and looking around my room for a place to put it. I noticed the bathroom and peeked inside, smirking when I found a hamper. I tossed it inside before looking around, taking a good look at the huge bathtub taking up a huge portion of the room.
Taking a bath now would be a good idea before they suddenly dragged me out of my room again and strapped me down to a fucking table. I shivered as I walked across the tiled floor but turned the water on anyway, hot jets of water spilling from the faucet. Slowly, the tub filled up, the large interior making it difficult for the water to fill up quickly.
As the water levels slowly rose, I rummaged around in the cabinets on the opposite side of the bathroom. Finally, I came upon a bottle of shampoo and a matching bottle of conditioner, the labels missing except for the 'shampoo' and 'conditioner' etched into a plastic sticker stretched diagonally across the front. I opened the bottles and took a whiff, smiling at the strawberry scent. Lucky me! I also took a bar of scentless soap and I found a towel on the bottom shelf. I watched as the water levels rose to a decent height and then turned the knobs, only a few droplets coming out of the faucet. Stripping down, I tossed my clothes behind me, landing somewhere on the floor, before I stepped inside. I sighed, the hot water soothing me. Ducking my head beneath the water, I scrubbed at my hair to get it entirely wet. I waited until I was nearly out of breath before coming up, gasping for air as I snatched up the shampoo. I rubbed it into my hair forcefully before rinsing it out and repeating the same process with the conditioner. Leaning against the back of the tub, I closed my eyes and relaxed, the water lapping at my neck soothingly.
Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep, my breathing slowing as the water began to cool.
Ichigo's POV
We all sat around the table, cups of tea placed in front of us. Everyone was silent as we thought up ideas to recover Shiro and Orihime. Ishida leaned over the table a little more, his lips pursed in thought as he took a sip of his tea. Chad sat up straight, arms crossed over his chest, his dark hair covering his eyes. Rukia sat beside me, her eyes narrowed and her hair cascading over her hunched shoulders. Her chin was propped up on her clenched fist, her hand wrapped around her elbow. Renji sat on her other side, bruised face scrunched up in the way he does as he thinks. Urahara had made his exit after seating us for unknown reasons but we just ignored it, focusing on the task at hand.
I sat back with a sigh, and several sets of eyes looked up at me. I rose an eyebrow at their expectant glances, shaking my head and scowling when their expressions saddened and they returned back to their previous positions. I sighed again before clearing my throat and nudging Rukia with my elbow. She started, glancing up at me with wide eyes.
"Rukia, what did Ukitake say?" She furrowed her brows, a crease forming between her large, violet eyes.
"What?" I rolled my eyes at her, ignoring the scowl she threw at me.
"When you went to give him your report?" Rukia's lips formed an 'O' and she sat up a little more, her back straight as a rod now.
"Well, I told him what happened and he said to keep this news to ourselves. Ukitake-taicho said that it's highly unlikely that Captain-Commander will allow any of us access to Hueco Mundo, where Aizen is." Everyone sat up straight and looked over at her. She frowned and nodded minutely, shrugging her shoulders lightly. I scowled, a growl tearing out of my throat.
"Figures that Gramps would be so heartless." I spat out, venom laced through my voice. Rukia gave me a sympathetic pat on the back and I took a deep breath, rubbing my face with my hands. "So, what's our plan now then?" Ishida cleared his throat, sitting up straight as he fixed his glasses on the bridge of his nose so that they lay higher up, blocking any sight of his eyes and making him seem mysterious.
"I do believe that Urahara probably has a plan to get to Hueco Mundo so we should all head there and retrieve your brother, Ichigo," Here, he gave me a nod. "And Inoue-san of course." A slight blush covered his features and I internally smirked.
"Ah, did someone call my name~?" Urahara's sing-song voice rang through-out the room, the devil himself appearing in the doorway, his fan covering his stupid smirk. The green kimono laying over his shoulders fluttered out behind him and his shoes clacked on the floor as he entered the room.
"Yes, Urahara-san. Do you have any way to get us to Hueco Mundo?" Urahara went silent and the crinkles at the corners of his eyes softened, indicating that his smile had faded.
"Oh, yes... I believe I do, Ishida-kun." Ishida nodded at him and pushed his glasses up again.
"I thought so." I sighed for the thousandth time, closing my eyes as Ishida and Urahara talked over the plans to get to Hueco Mundo. I just hoped it would work.
Shiro's POV
Blearily, I opened my eyes, yawning and stretching. I blinked a few times and rubbed away the sleep in my eyes, shivering when my wet arms hit the open air. I sat up and pulled the plug out of the drain, wrapping my arms around myself to savor the warmth of my skin.
Finally, I stepped out and let the water drain, wrapping the towel I had gotten around my waist. My wet hair plastered itself against the back of neck and I shivered, brushing it away and sweeping away the droplets laying there. I snatched up the clothes off the floor and tugged them back on before tossing the towel onto the counter and returning to the bedroom. Sleepily, I made my way over to the bed, throwing back the covers before collapsing onto the mattress.
If there really was anything important to worry over, it would have to wait until the morning... Or at least until I woke up. I truly had no sense of time in this God forsaken place.
A/N: *le gasp* Another update so soon, Sevvy? We love you! *glomps Sevvy*
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Anyway, I just felt so bad for updating so late last time that I thought: 'Well, hey, let me make up for it with another chapter!'
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