Two of a Kind

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MasterAkira: I'm always up for writing some angry sex!
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Beta’d by the kick-ass Warrior Nun!

Two of a Kind: Chapter 10

Most of the people at Urahara’s dispersed to go home as Urahara set about figuring out Ichigo’s collar. Kenpachi wanted to hang around but Ichigo got rid of him by saying he wouldn’t be able to fight until he got the collar off anyways and promised to fight him the next time he was in Seireitei. Hopefully the captain would be patient enough to wait for Ichigo to come to him…

Rukia, Renji and the other shinigami had gone back to Seireitei as well and Urahara shooed his human friends out the door after the vizards left. Urahara used the excuse of removing the collar being possibly dangerous but Ichigo was suspicious because of the phone call Urahara received before he did so.

“All right, let’s get this thing off of you!” Urahara said cheerfully and reached for the collar when in icy voice spoke up.

“Don’t ya dare touch him...”

Ichigo gulped and glanced over at Jirotoshi who was standing in the doorway and looking very pissed. He tried to give his brother a sheepish smile but he got a glare in return which made Ichigo kind of angry as well.

“Ooh, the prodigal son has returned!” Urahara said jovially and was promptly elbowed in the face by Jirotoshi making him cringe and clutch at the wound with a whimper. “You two really are alike….”

“I told ya to stay put!” Jirotoshi snarled in irritation and stomped over to Ichigo in order to pick him up and throw him over his shoulder. Urahara was ignored and left behind as he stomped out of the shop.

“Put me the fuck down, idiot! Like Hell I was going to stay put when my family is in danger!”

“I told ya I would take care of it!” Jirotoshi yelled back just as loudly and brought his hand down with a loud smack on Ichigo’s ass, making Ichigo jump and yelp.

“Ouch! That hurt, asshole!”

“Ya deserved it for disobeying me!”

They continued to argue even as Jirotoshi carried Ichigo through the town, purposefully masking both his and Ichigo’s reiatsu. Nobody would be able to find them unless they used their eyes and even then it would be difficult because Jirotoshi purposefully chose a spot that would be hard to find. It was in the middle of the forest under a hollowed out tree which was cushy with moss.

He dropped Ichigo down onto it and Ichigo grunted before scowling up at him from his sprawled position.

“Take this fucking collar off of me already,” Ichigo ordered and glared at Jirotoshi who only looked amused by it.

“I dunno, Ichi, I think I should leave it on ya for a little bit longer as punishment for disobeying me,” Jirotoshi said teasingly and dropped down so he was crouched over Ichigo.

Ichigo’s look only darkened at the words and he shoved hard at Jiro’s chest. “I’m not some sort of slave! I already gave you my word, so take it off!”

Jirotoshi was affected by Ichigo’s shove, but he didn’t like what he said at all. “I don’t consider ya to be my slave,” Jirotoshi said honestly and grabbed one of the hands that pushed at his chest. He lifted them to his mouth and brushed a delicate kiss along the knuckles. “Ya know ya mean more to me then that.”

“It doesn’t seem like it,” Ichigo said grumpily with a snort and looked away.

Jirotoshi let out a low snarl and grabbed Ichigo’s chin to yank him around back to face him. Ichigo gave a surprised grunt when Jirotoshi forcefully kissed him and resisted at first before a warning growl stopped him. With a heavy sigh, Ichigo opened his mouth and allowed Jirotoshi to slip his tongue inside. It wasn’t as bad once Ichigo relaxed and didn’t fight back against it. In fact, it felt pretty good.

Ichigo moaned a little and wrapped his arms behind Jirotoshi’s neck to pull him down a little closer. All thoughts of being brothers and anything else fled Ichigo’s mind as they made out and Jirotoshi pressed down flush against him. Jirotoshi’s mouth moved across his chin and down to his throat before bumping against the collar. That was when Ichigo froze.

Jirotoshi growled in frustration at the reaction and fumbled for the collar with his hands. He unlocked with his reiatsu and tossed it aside hastily before returning to his task. For Ichigo, his reiatsu returning to him was like being able to breathe when he had been under water for too long. He took deep, shuddering gasps of air and groaned when Jirotoshi nibble at the slightly raw skin left behind from it.

“Ha…ha…” Ichigo’s soft pants filled the air as Jirotoshi began to undo the clothing he had dressed him in before. “Shiro!!!” Ichigo cried out when Jirotoshi rubbed a thumb over his nipples. Jirotoshi chuckled at the old nickname and nuzzled Ichigo’s cheek before kissing him again.

“I’m not gonna be responsible for my actions if ya say my name like that again.”

Ichigo turned red and smacked Jirotoshi on the side of his head, making Jirotoshi wince and narrow his eyes at his brother.

“What was that for?”

“For being an idiot,” Ichigo grumbled and crossed his arms over his now-bare chest. “’Responsible for my actions, my ass! You do whatever you damn well please.”

“It makes me happy ya know me so well Ichi,” Jirotoshi purred and leaned over Ichigo as his hands went for the belt of Ichigo’s hakama. “Then I bet ya know what I’m doing now, then.”

“Er…” Ichigo trailed off and his blush darkened. “Sh-Shiro!”

“Sh, Ichi, ya don’t have to speak,” Jirotoshi hushed him with a soft kiss and dragged Ichigo’s hakama down, making Ichigo tremble as he was completely naked underneath Jirotoshi.

Jirotoshi sat up for a second only to quickly discard his own clothing. It was dark out, but to Ichigo it looked like Jirotoshi was almost glowing in the moonlight. His alabaster body was strong and looked like it was carved out of stone with the shadows rippling along his lean muscles.

Ichigo gulped slightly as he saw Jirotoshi’s erect member and unconsciously shifted his legs closed. Jirotoshi clicked his tongue when he saw that and pried them apart again with his strong hands to move in between them. Ichigo hissed when both his and Jirotoshi’s hard cocks slid against each other and threw his head back with a gasp.

He couldn’t help but be nervous with what he was doing with his beloved brother Jirotoshi, however, it felt good and it wasn’t like they were hurting anyone. What harm could come from it? He wanted Jiro and Jiro wanted him.

“Mm, Ichi, ya feel so good,” Jirotoshi mumbled against his skin and rocked his hips against Ichigo’s. Ichigo hissed as Jirotoshi’s cock slipped behind his balls and nudged his perineum before sliding against his entrance.

“Shiro?” Ichigo asked almost timidly and shivered when Jirotoshi began to apply more pressure. “Ah, wait, Jirotoshi!”

“Ya worry too much,” Jirotoshi said with a smirk and rubbed his nose against Ichigo’s. “I’ll prepare ya first.”

“Then do it already!” Ichigo growled and reached up to tug on Jirotoshi’s silky white locks.

“Ya are so hot when ya are eager,” Jirotoshi murmured and caressed the side of his face while staring down intently into his eyes. “Ya want this as bad as I do, don’t ya?”

Ichigo snorted and turned his head away to get out of answering but Jirotoshi simply chuckled in response and brushed his fingers against Ichigo’s lips. “Lube is probably best, but there is no way I’m stopping to go get some, so suck.”

Without hesitating, Ichigo opened his mouth and nibbled on the tips of Jirotoshi’s fingers. To be honest he was a little bit nervous and maybe scared about what was going to happen. But he covered it up with acting confident and concentrating on sucking on the fingers.

Jirotoshi’s eyes seemed to look into him as he stared at Ichigo without blinking. Ichigo gulped self-consciously and felt some of his confidence dissipate. Jirotoshi’s serious expression slowly turned into a grin and he pulled the slippery digits out of Ichigo’s mouth.

“Ichigo…” Jirotoshi said softly and nuzzled Ichigo’s neck as he moved his hand in between Ichigo’s legs. It was the moment that Ichigo had been waiting for, the point of no return. It made his body tremble and his breath hitch at the thought. He swallowed harshly as the fingers rubbed his puckered entrance and one of them slipped inside.

“Ah!” Ichigo couldn’t help the cry that left his lips in response to the strangeness he felt inside of him. It didn’t hurt, but the awkwardness made him very aware that it probably would soon. Jirotoshi moved it in and out of him slowly while watching Ichigo’s face carefully.

When there were no signs of pain, he slipped a second one inside of him, making Ichigo tense and jerks his hips. This one definitely stretched Ichigo more, but felt only slightly painful. He tried to pay attention to the hand that was stroking his hair but that proved to be impossible when Jirotoshi began to scissor his fingers apart.

“Oh, fuck…” Ichigo hissed and balled his hands into fists at his side.

“Easy there, Ichi,” Jirotoshi said soothingly and rubbed his erection against Ichigo’s thigh. “I’m just doing what’s best for you.”

A sarcastic reply was on the tip of Ichigo’s tongue when Jirotoshi brushed against his prostate. “Holy shit!” Ichigo cried out and arched his back. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!!! Do that again Shiro!”

“As ya command,” Jirotoshi said in amusement, but nonetheless did as Ichigo demanded and crooked his fingers once more. He stared as Ichigo cried out once more and thrashed his head from side to side. “Fuck, ya look beautiful…” He said more to himself and then decided Ichigo was ready for a third finger and added it.

Ichigo flinched slightly as the pain made itself known again and his breath quickened, making Jirotoshi hastily move his other hand down to stroke Ichigo’s cock. “That’s it, Ichi, ya can take it.”

“Stop talking to me like that,” Ichigo grumbled and glared at Jirotoshi. “It makes me feel stupid.”

Jirotoshi laughed and wiggled his fingers around to find Ichigo’s prostate once again, drawing a gasped protest from Ichigo. “Would ya rather I didn’t prepare ya?”

“I just want you to get on with it already!” Ichigo cried in frustration through clenched teeth as Jirotoshi slowly (according to Ichigo) stretched him. “Fuck me already!”

“Well, since ya asked so nicely…” Jirotoshi pulled his fingers out and drew a sharp inhale from Ichigo. “But don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”

Ichigo wondered if maybe he shouldn’t had rushed Jirotoshi as he spread Ichigo’s legs further apart to move in between them. He gulped when Jirotoshi spit on his hands and stroked his cock, hissing as he did so. He noticed now what he hadn’t earlier and that was that Jirotoshi seemed to be actually trembling with the need to fuck Ichigo. His cock was already leaking pre cum and he was barely managing to control his reiatsu.

Jirotoshi guided the head of his cock to Ichigo’s entrance and braced his hand on Ichigo’s hip. A wave of nervousness and fear rushed through Ichigo and he had to bite his lips hard to keep from telling Jirotoshi to stop. He wanted this, he wanted this, and he wanted this-

Jirotoshi pushed in and Ichigo gave a sharp cry of pain. His neck arched and his hands clawed at Jirotoshi’s chest as his brother continued to push inside of him without pausing. Ichigo’s heels dug into the soft earth as he strained to lift his hips up and away from what was causing him pain, but Jirotoshi held onto his hips tightly and wouldn’t let him get away.

“I did warn ya,” Jirotoshi said in a strained voice and dropped his head to rest on Ichigo’s shoulder as he finally was fully seated inside of Ichigo. Ichigo shuddered at the pain of being so filled and clutched at Jirotoshi’s shoulders desperately. His breathing was loud ad harsh even to his own ears and he wished that the pain would just stop.

“Ya better ease up a little, Ichi, or I’m gonna start fucking ya,” Jirotoshi said with a groan and shifted slightly inside of Ichigo. He pulled away from Ichigo to look down at him and frowned at what he saw. He brushed his thumb underneath Ichigo’s eyes and Ichigo realized that he was crying a little. No much, but enough to make him embarrassed.

“I’m hurting ya that badly?” Jirotoshi asked in concern and pumped Ichigo’s flagging erection. “Do ya need me to…stop?” Jirotoshi said the last word reluctantly and Ichigo knew that it would be hard for his brother to not keep going. So Ichigo shook his head and took a deep breath, trying to relax his body.

The pain dulled slightly which helped him to relax even more, ever so slowly. Jirotoshi let out a sigh of relief and kissed Ichigo hungrily while grinding his hips hard into Ichigo’s. Ichigo inhaled sharply into the kiss and squirmed slightly when Jirotoshi began to pull out of him. He slipped out completely and Ichigo could feel his hole, winking fervently in protest before Jirotoshi slammed back in.

That drew another pained groan from Ichigo, but with Jirotoshi’s forceful thrusts, his prostate was being constantly pressed, as well. This time Jirotoshi didn’t stop to make sure Ichigo was okay and instead whispered endearments into his ear while pounding into him.

Although it still hurt a little, Ichigo was in ecstasy. His body was enflamed with desire and his groin was tight with need. He panted and wiggled underneath Jirotoshi while he wrapped his legs behind his brothers’ back and moved his hips to meet Jirotoshi’s thrusts. Jirotoshi growled in response and pinned Ichigo’s hands on either side of his head to kiss him.

Teeth, tongue, and lips- Jirotoshi held nothing back as he devoured Ichigo and even drew blood. Ichigo didn’t mind though, he was kissing back just as furiously and moaned wantonly when Jirotoshi dipped his head down to suck and bite at his neck.

“Fuck, ya are clenching down on my dick so hard I can almost not move,” Jirotoshi groaned although the way his member pistoned in and out of Ichigo belied his words. “I’m glad ya let me prepare ya at least a little or it wouldn’t just be ya in pain right now.” He bit down hard on the space where Ichigo’s neck met his shoulder and Ichigo yelped.

“Shirrrooo,” Ichigo whined and squirmed underneath him. “It feels so good! I need to come already!”

“I know, me too…” Jirotoshi mumbled into his ear and released Ichigo’s wrists to jerk Ichigo off. “Tell me how much ya love me. Tell me ya won’t ever leave me.”

“I love you,” Ichigo whispered truthfully and stared up at Jirotoshi with his big brown eyes. “But you can’t ever leave me, either.”

“Never,” Jirotoshi promised and began to quicken his pace. “I love ya, Ichi!”

Ichigo didn’t bother to muffle his cry as he came, spurting his orgasm onto his chest and feeling raw and sensitive as Jirotoshi continued to fuck him. “Shiro~!” Ichigo whimpered in complaint and wiggled around as his euphoria was interrupted by powerful thrusts.

“I know Ichi, I’m almost there,” Jirotoshi grunted and dug his nails into Ichigo’s hips as he grew closer and closer to his completely. Ichigo’s convulsing, tight heat was sending him over the edge. “Ah, fuck!!!” He came inside of Ichigo, buried as deeply as was physically possible.

Ichigo’s legs and arms were still locked around him so he didn’t bother to roll off of him. Besides, it was comfortable to be buried within Ichigo’s body. It dulled the fear of Ichigo escaping or leaving him. No, he would never let Ichigo go. Never.

Jirotoshi smirked when he heard Ichigo’s breathing even out and the arms around him loosened. He slowly and carefully moved off of Ichigo and slipped out of him. He winced when he saw Ichigo flinch in his sleep, but he didn’t awaken. With a relieved sigh, Jirotoshi grinned and set about examining Ichigo.

The damage wasn’t too bad for such a rough first time. Jirotoshi felt slightly guilty thinking back on it now, but in the end both he and Ichigo enjoyed it and Jirotoshi didn’t force him. He cleaned Ichigo’s tender entrance gently with the inside of his hakama and relaxed even more when he saw that his come leaking out of Ichigo’s hole only had slight traces of blood.

He pressed a soft kiss to Ichigo’s thigh and couldn’t help but dart his tongue out to savor him. He didn’t like the taste of his own come, but Ichigo’s own unique flavor masked most of it. Jirotoshi was starting to get hard again so he regretfully pulled away from him to gather their clothes and dress both Ichigo and himself.

He was surprised that Ichigo didn’t wake up at all for that, but then again he had a very stressful last couple of days and Jirotoshi really wore him out. Of course the thought of that made Jiro very happy and smug he had satisfied his lover so much. Jirotoshi also reluctantly decided that he should probably take Ichigo home. Their old man and sisters would probably be worried about them.

Jirotoshi paused as he realized that he didn’t know how, but for some reason he remembered that they had sisters. Twins like them, although not as close, in the biblical sense, like Jirotoshi and Ichigo were…

He shook his head to clear his thoughts and lifted Ichigo into his arms. Ichigo looked so much more innocent and naïve when he was asleep and Jirotoshi took the time to study him before he sonido’d back to the Kurosaki household.

Like Jirotoshi assumed, the old man was still up and he looked at Jirotoshi and Ichigo rather anxiously when they came in.

“Urahara told me you left his place two hours ago,” Isshin said in his ‘serious’ voice which was quiet but it was clear that he was pissed. “Where have you been?”

“I was claiming my mate,” Jirotoshi said bluntly, not caring what Isshin thought of them. From the expression on goat-chin’s face it seemed he wasn’t all to surprised, although not happy about it.

“If you forced him…”

Jirotoshi cut him off with a glare. “I wouldn’t do that to Ichigo,” he hissed and clutched Ichigo tighter to him. “I don’t care what ya think, but there is no way I’m gonna hurt Ichi, or let him go.”

Isshin stared at him for a second before snorting. “Damn, you remind me so much of when you two were young… You refused to leave his side even then, and Masaki and I could never get you to sleep in separate beds.” He glanced at the bite mare on Ichigo’s neck. “I doubt I will get you to now, either.”

“Damn right,” Jirotoshi said and was pleased that he and his father have reached an understanding.

“I won’t judge you. Regardless of what has happened, you’re my son, and nothing will ever change that. Just please…don’t get too loud or let the girls know what sort of relationship you have,” Isshin said and stood up from the chair he had been sitting in. “That said, it’s good to have you back, son.” He gave Jirotoshi a quick, one-armed hug, being careful not to jar Ichigo’s sleeping body.

Before Jirotoshi had the chance to stiffen he let go and headed up the stairs. Jirotoshi stared after him before sighing and following suit, albeit to Ichigo’s bedroom. He nudged the door open quietly and frowned when he realized how small the bed was. Of course that meant he could press up closer to Ichigo during the night, but one of them was bound to fall off one time or another.

The room wasn’t very big, but Jirotoshi was certain that a futon, or at least something smaller then a full-sized bed wouldn’t take up too much space. He grinned at the thought and hummed to himself as he set Ichigo on the bed and stripped him of his clothes once more. He didn’t bother to put any back on him and tucked him in under the covers before slipping in behind him.

Already Jirotoshi felt like he was home.

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Although I could (and was sorely tempted to) end this story here, there are still a lot of unanswered questions that my readers deserve to know about. I’m still shooting for this to be about fifteen chapters or longer depending on where it takes me and yes, there will be lot’s more smut!!! Ichigo will be more aggressive in the other sex scenes, but I thought for his first time he would want Jirotoshi to lead. Of course he will still be the ‘uke’ ;P

So tell me the truth guys… those who have read my stories before may remember that I used to write shorter chapters and didn’t update on a set schedule. How do you feel about my longer chapters and only updating once a week?