Two of a Kind

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Introduction of Kon in this chapter! However momentary it is… Jiro is such a grumpy bastard. Only Ichigo can make him a bit happier in the morning, although that is more where his lower area is concerned…

Beta’d by Warrior Nun- once again, thank you very much!

Two of a Kind: Chapter 11

Jirotoshi woke up to a shriek that was very unpleasant. He cracked one eye open to see… Ichigo standing over him with an idiotic expression on his face. It didn’t take Jirotoshi long to realize that it was most definitely not Ichigo. It was some disgusting thing that was wearing his body and perverting it.

“You- you- you’re an arrancar!” The thing in Ichigo’s body said accusingly and before he had a chance to blink Jirotoshi was out of the bed (without waking Ichigo) and had his hand around his throat.”

“You’re disgusting, get out of Ichigo’s body.”

“I- I can’t!” The thing sputtered out and gestured to something on Ichigo’s desk. “I need to use the soul-badge to get out!”

Jirotoshi didn’t waste a second in slamming the soul-patch through Ichigo’s chest and sending a small, green, pill-like thing flying out of him. He caught Ichigo before he fell and was relieved to find that thing hadn’t left any noticeable traces of himself in Ichigo’s body. He was tempted to crush the thing, but instead he tossed it into a drawer of Ichigo’s dresser.

He set Ichigo’s body on the bed and then eased Ichigo’s soul into it. It was strange to see and Jirotoshi was disappointed that Ichigo wasn’t naked any more, but he could see Ichigo naked at another time. At the moment he wanted to go back to sleep while cuddling Ichigo like he was before that thing interrupted.

Unfortunately he did not get to rest like that for long because soon a soft, yet carrying, voice called up from the kitchen.

“Ichi-nii, breakfast is ready!”

Jirotoshi growled and clung to Ichigo tightly as the orange-haired teen slowly woke up. He yawned loudly and stretched in Jirotoshi’s arms, making Jiro purr when he brushed against his groin. Ichigo winced when his stretch jarred the soreness in his ass and he glared at Jirotoshi over his shoulder.

“You’re a bastard and I hate you,” Ichigo said stiffly and Jirotoshi grinned broadly.

“But I love ya, Ichi,” Jirotoshi said and leaned over to kiss his lips lightly. Just as soon as he was about to deepen it, Ichigo’s fist caught him under his jaw with a snap. It didn’t hurt…much, but it did make Jirotoshi pull away, thus allowing Ichigo to escape.

Ichigo grumbled as he stripped out of his sleeping clothes and rooted around in his closet. Jirotoshi leaned back and enjoyed the view with a grin on his face, sighing in disappointment when Ichigo got dressed again. Ichigo shot him a glare and just as he was about to open the door, Isshin- aka goat face, aka daddy- shot through the door to attack his beloved son.

“Ack!” Ichigo managed to duck and Jirotoshi was forced to hop out of the bed as their father crashed into it.

“My sons are both so quick!” Isshin cried with tears in his eyes and attempted to attack them again, but Jirotoshi stomped on his face.

“Ya are a real idiot, ya know that? Don’t attack Ichi when I’m around.” Just for good measure, Jirotoshi ground the heel of his boot into Isshin’s face.

“Oi! Ichigo, old man, stop making so much noise in the morning…” Karin threw open the door to Ichigo’s room and stopped at the sight. She blinked at stared at Jirotoshi who sorted through the few memories he had retained to come up with who this was.

“…who the fuck are you?” She asked in a cold, deadly voice that told Jirotoshi this girl was most definitely related to Ichigo (and therefore him) if nothing else had.

“Jirotoshi, I’m ya’r long lost brother,” Jirotoshi said with a smirk and lifted his foot.

“…aren’t you supposed to be dead?”

“I am dead,” Jirotoshi replied helpfully and Karin continued to stare before she shrugged.

“This family is pretty weird.” She went back down stairs without saying another word and Isshin spoke up.

“She probably doesn’t remember you very much…”

“Well I don’t remember her much, either,” Jirotoshi replied and sauntered over to where Ichigo was eyeing the empty doorway. “Don’t worry about your sisters, Ichi; I’m sure they’ll love me. Who wouldn’t?”

“Our sisters,” Ichigo corrected and batted away Jirotoshi’s groping hands. “You aren’t nearly as charming as you think you are.”

“That’s not what ya said last night when I was screw ya so hard ya begged me to stop-

“Daddy’s virgin ears have been tainted!!!” Isshin screeched and ran down stairs, leaving a smug Jirotoshi and a mortified Ichigo in the room.

“I did not beg you to stop!” Ichigo hissed and punched Jirotoshi in the arm.

“But ya did make all those cute noises that made it impossible for me to do so,” Jirotoshi replied and tried to snag another kiss from Ichigo, but he dodged and followed Isshin quickly down the stairs. “Damn, why does he have to play hard to get?” Jirotoshi mused, and then after a second of deliberation, decided that breakfast sounded good.

One of his sisters had already seen him, after all, so it wouldn’t be long before the last family member would know as well. Besides, he was hungry. At that thought, Jirotoshi licked his lips. Well, maybe not for food, but if he got to spend more time with Ichigo, then he was game.

He took his time walking down the stairs and kept a tight rein on his reiatsu. He didn’t even know if the other sibling could see ghosts, like Karin obviously could, so maybe it wouldn’t even be an issue.

He paused just outside the kitchen and cocked his head to the side as he studied the cheerfully blond girl who was serving everyone. She paused and then looked up in Jirotoshi’s direction. Jirotoshi raised an eyebrow as she blinked and then squinted hard.

“Ichi-nii, do you have another ghost haunting you?” The girl, whom his mind helpfully supplied as Yuzu, said.

Ichigo scowled at Jirotoshi and he beamed back at him.

“Yes,” Ichigo grunted, “a particularly nasty one that’s been bothering me a lot recently.”

“Especially at night,” Jirotoshi chimed in and Ichigo turned red just as Isshin turned pale.

“He’s our dead brother,” Karin cut into their conversation with a blank expression and continued to eat. “Apparently he’s after Ichigo just like all the other guys that meet him.”

If possible, Ichigo turned even redder and Jirotoshi began to snigger before the second part of the last sentence caught up to him. “What do ya mean other guys?”

Karin wasn’t in the least bit impressed by his huffy attitude and simply raised her eyebrow. “Like Renji, Chado, Ishida…”

She trailed off as Jirotoshi’s reiatsu leapt out without him meaning it to. She blinked and swallowed her last bite.

“Your reiatsu feels like a monster's…” She said slowly and her eyes darted between her family members as if to confirm their safety. “Ichigo…”

“Don’t worry about Shiro, he’s not going to hurt any of you,” Ichigo said grumpily as thought thick tension hasn’t just settled over the table. Jirotoshi noticed that he said ‘you’ instead of ‘us’, but Jirotoshi guessed that was because he was still sore and aching from last night. Which just meant Jirotoshi did it right, in his mind.

“Yep, I won’t hurt any of ya,” Jirotoshi drawled and walked across the room to plop down in the seat next to Ichigo, which happened to be in between Isshin and him. “Why bother? Besides, my Ichi would get all pissy with me.” He leaned over to kiss Ichigo and grunted when the handle of a spoon hit his head. He rubbed the ‘injury’ and glowered at Yuzu who wore a surprisingly stern expression.

“Don’t grope Ichi-nii at the table!”

“Can ya see me now, little bit?” Jirotoshi grinned and reached up to pat his little sister on the head. “I’m not gonna hurt our bro, so don’t get all anxious.” Ichigo jabbed him in the stomach with his elbow and Jirotoshi grunted. Apparently all members of the Kurosaki family had a flair for violence. He was going to remember that tonight when he was screwing Ichigo into the mattress.

He licked a stray bit of egg that lingered on Ichigo’s lips and got stabbed in the hand by a knife, courtesy of Karin. Yep, definitely a violent family.

…

It was a very long day for Ichigo, who Isshin insisted on taking Jirotoshi around town in order to ‘see the sights.’ Ichigo wanted nothing more than to slam both of their heads together and revel in the crack their skulls made, but instead he took Jirotoshi to Urahara’s to get a gigia.

Urahara was ecstatic at being able to work with an espada and gleefully took up the task. It took him the better part of a day to do it, in which Ichigo and Jirotoshi sparred (flirted) in the basement. Jirotoshi didn’t know if he should be thrilled or not that he was getting so comfortable so quickly in this ‘domestic’ life, but he did like spending it with Ichigo.

He ducked an aggressive slash from Ichigo’s sword and caught it in his hand before yanking their bodies together. Jirotoshi kissed him deeply and just barely managed to pull back before Ichigo snapped his teeth together with a ‘click.’ Jirotoshi smirked when Ichigo glared at him and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before attacking once more.

Jirotoshi…was surprised with his gigia. The first thing he did was check his dick to make sure it was the right size which, yep, it was. He eyed the perverted shop keeper, wondering how the hell he had managed that.

Urahara said nothing and just giggled while Ichigo slapped his hand away from where he lifted the clothes. Jirotoshi snorted and continued to examine his body, which seemed exactly the same down to every muscle and hair. Everything except, of course, for the hole and the mask which came with being an arrancar, as well as the spiked on his shoulder.

Out of curiosity, Jirotoshi leaned over and parted his eyelids to look at his eyes. Red. He glanced at Ichigo who shrugged.

“It’s what they were like before you died,” Ichigo explained and his gaze grew distant as he casually ran his fingers through the white hair of Jirotoshi’s gigia. Jirotoshi wondered if it was possible to be jealous of his own body. When Ichigo brushed his thumb against the cheek of said body, Jirotoshi decided that yes, it was possible.

He grumpily glared down at his body and ignored Urahara’s continued giggles.

“So how to I get inside of it?” He eyed the gigia distrustfully and suddenly he was shoved forward.

“Like this~!” Urahara said in a sing-song voice and pushed Jirotoshi into his body. For a second Jirotoshi thought he was going to be sick because his vision became double and everything was spinning… and then finally, everything became normal once more. Alright, not everything… It felt like all of his enhanced senses were dull and he was sluggish and slow.

He sat up slowly and examined his body. He realized his cheek was warm and tingled slightly… probably from where Ichigo touched. He glanced over at his brother who was looking him up and down with a smile. Of course as soon as he noticed Jirotoshi looking, he blushed and turned away. Jirotoshi smirked.

“How about we take this for a test drive?” Jirotoshi said and winked at Ichigo. Ichigo promptly flipped him off.

“You’ll have plenty of time for that later,” Urahara said with a beaming smile and tapped his fan against Jirotoshi’s head. “Use this mod soul to get out of it, when you need to.” He handed the green pill-like thing that Jirotoshi recognized as the thing that came out of Ichigo’s body. Like hell he would want that thing in him. He glared, but took it nonetheless.

“Thanks, Urahara,” Ichigo said and smiled at the shop keeper, making Jirotoshi’s chest clench in uncomfortable ways.

“Yeah, thanks,” Jirotoshi grumbled and jerked Ichigo against his side. He was pleased with the way Ichigo’s human flesh felt against his own and he rubbed his hands through Ichigo’s hair.

Ichigo turned red, but this time didn’t push Jirotoshi away. “Yuzu will want us home for dinner,” Ichigo mumbled and pressed lightly, but not assertively, at Jirotoshi’s chest to get him to move away. Jirotoshi didn’t, and instead linked hands with Ichigo and held on tightly.

“Well, we shouldn’t keep our lil’ sis waiting,” Jirotoshi said and started to tug Ichigo out of the shop but Urahara stopped them.

“I took the liberty of enrolling Jirotoshi in school with you, Kurosaki-san,” Urahara said and tossed them a uniform which Ichigo could already tell would be tight around Jirotoshi’s body. “You are now Ichigo’s second cousin, congratulations; it’s now slightly more legal and moral for Jiro-kun to screw Ichigo-chan into the mattress!” He squealed happily and Ichigo kicked him in the jaw.

“Ouch…” Urahara whimpered as Ichigo yanked Jirotoshi out of the store, steaming. Jirotoshi looked pleased, at least.

He blinked as he looked at the side of the box where he had grabbed the mod-soul. “Hm…” He lifted the corner of the box to read the almost illegible script more closely and cocked his head to the side.

“Uh~oh,” he snickered in an evil manner and Tessai looked at him oddly.

“Urahara-sama?” He asked and read the script as well, his face turning red. “We need to warn them!”

“There’s no need,” Urahara waved Tessai off and got himself under control. “I doubt Ichigo-chan will notice the difference.”

The side of the box read “Mod Soul: Pervert Edition.”

…

Jirotoshi hummed to himself and kept a tight grip on Ichigo’s hands. Ichigo hadn’t even tried to get him to let go, which just made Jirotoshi even happier. They got strange looks from a lot of the people they passed on the way home, but Ichigo didn’t seem very concerned with what they thought.

When they got home, Jirotoshi was happy to see that Isshin had taken out Ichigo’s old bed and put in a slightly bigger one. It seemed that he at least wasn’t going to pry them away, as much as he didn’t desire their relationship, which suited Jirotoshi just fine.

Unfortunately Ichigo didn’t just let Jirotoshi jump him immediately when they got home because of dinner, but it didn’t put Jirotoshi off for long. After all, Urahara managed to sneak him a wonderful device that blocked sound from reaching outside of the room it was in, which meant they didn’t have to be careful about waking the rest of the family.

Jirotoshi began to cackle evilly and Ichigo shot him a glance while the rest of the family had just learned to ignore his outbursts. Oh yes, he would be having some more berry tonight.

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We haven’t seen the last of Kenpachi, yet! And there are a few others that might make a stink about Jirotoshi…not to mention his relationship with everyone’s most loveable and molestable berry. Don’t tell Ichigo I said that.

And *gasp* there was no smut in this chapter! Of course there will plenty in the next chapter to satisfy the fans ;D If any of you are even slightly as perverted as me, I am sure you will enjoy it. Also, Jirotoshi’s mod-soul will also be making an appearance… which is sure to fluster Ichigo and make Jirotoshi pissed off.