Two of a Kind

Review Replies- MasterAkira: I just don't write Ichigo as top =S Sure I can see him topping some characters, or at least being able to, but those are also pairings I don't really like...
VioletEyes: You have to wonder why he does have it lying around...
Yum2: haha, I haven't thought about giving him a plushy, but maybe I will!!
BolognaAnChi: That's part of the reason why I love Urahara!
Aralaiqualasse: Nope, there isn't going to be any mod-soul Jiro x Kon, I don't like that pairing...
Lynzee: I love Ichigo's family, they always crack me up. Especially Isshin!

Just to make it clear, there won’t be anything between Kon and Shiro’s mod soul (who has yet to be seen or named until this chapter). One of my reviewers from Sin (Ladypoptart867) said I should include more loving scenes then just my usual rough sex, so I tried to incorporate that more into this story while keeping them in character =)

As usual, this was beta’d by the amazing Warrior Nun- thank you!

Two of a Kind: Chapter 12

Ichigo grunted as Jirotoshi launched himself at Ichigo and began to tear at his clothing. Ichigo barely had a chance to protest before he was naked and sprawled out on ‘their’ bed. Ichigo grunted as Jirotoshi pounced on him and tried to shove him away.

“Stop it!” He hissed as quietly as he could. “Our family is still in the house!”

“Oh, yeah,” Jirotoshi mumbled and perked up a little as he pulled away from Ichigo. He locked the door and fished out the thing Urahara had given him before from his pocket. “Here ya go.” It was a cylinder thing with straight edges that had a single button on it that Jirotoshi pushed. He blinked and then took a deep breath. “I’M GONNA FUCK ICHI SO HARD, HE CAN’T WALK!!!” Jirotoshi screamed, making Ichigo jump with a frozen, shocked expression.

There was no change from the soft murmuring from the rest of the household and Jirotoshi smirked. “See? No problem.”

“Where the fuck did you get that?” Ichigo asked warily as Jirotoshi slowly undressed. He was trying hard no to look, but the tinge of red on his cheeks and his darting eyes made it obvious that he was.

“That perverted shop keeper,” Jirotoshi said slyly and knelt on the bed in front of Ichigo and crawled over on top of him. Ichigo tensed, and then relaxed when Jirotoshi just lightly skimmed his hands over his waist. “Mm, Ichi…” He leaned down and brushed his lips over Ichigo’s while pushing his shirt up.

They pulled apart just long enough to yank Ichigo’s shirt off and then Jirotoshi sealed his mouth over his lover’s collarbone and kissed his way down his chest needily. Ichigo moaned and dug his fingers in Jirotoshi’s soft hair.

Jirotoshi undid Ichigo’s pants and dipped his tongue in Ichigo’s belly button, making Ichigo inhale sharply and lift his hips. Jirotoshi’s red eyes flicked up to meet his and Ichigo’s heart beat a little faster.

“Tell me ya want this, Ichigo,” Jirotoshi said and dragged Ichigo’s pants and boxers off with deliberate slowness.

“You know I do,” Ichigo muttered with a blush and looked away, making Jirotoshi chuckle as he threw Ichigo’s clothes to a pile on the floor.

“But I want ya to say it,” Jirotoshi said as he lifted Ichigo’s leg and nipped at his knee. “Ya get so embarrassed; it makes me want to lose control…” His mouth moved further up Ichigo’s inner thigh, making Ichigo’s breath hitch while he tried to close his legs. “Nu-uh, Ichi, keep them apart so I can see ya.”

“Shirooo…” Ichigo whined and allowed his brother to pry his legs apart and move in between them. “Just do it already!”

Jirotoshi chuckled and sucked on the creamy skin of his lover’s inner thigh that was tantalizingly close to his dick and balls. “Do ya have lube?”

Ichigo hesitated and then gestured at his dresser. “It’s in the bottom drawer,” Ichigo mumbled and Jirotoshi was over there in a second, rooting through his clothes to find it. Ichigo figured that he might as well get comfortable before either of them were too distracted for it. He rolled onto his stomach and grabbed one of his pillows (he’d make Jirotoshi use it; he’d probably like it, too).

Just as he was lifting his hips up, Jirotoshi found the lube and turned around to grin at Ichigo and got an eyeful of his perky ass raised up. Jirotoshi dropped the lube and he felt all the blood rush from his head (what remained of it) and straight to his cock. He leaned over and fumbled the lube to pick it up

Jirotoshi flattened his body against Ichigo’s and Ichigo yelped in surprise when he felt Jirotoshi already pressing his cock to his entrance. “Lube!” Ichigo ordered in a frantic voice and his brother froze before pulling away.

“I wasn’t gonna take ya dry and without prep,” Jirotoshi said in a sulky voice as he flicked open the cap of the lube. “But ya certainly were begging for it with your ass in the air like that.”

Ichigo buried his face that was conveniently underneath his head and dragged the side of it up to muffle his hearing as well. Jirotoshi laughed at that and then suddenly Ichigo was pressed flat against the bed in an attempt to get his hips away from the two fingers that were suddenly pushed inside of him.

“Ahhh!!! You fuck head! That hurts!” Ichigo snarled and twisted his fingers in the covers of the bed. “I might not be a virgin anymore, but I’m not used to it yet!”

“Technically in this body, ya are a virgin,” Shirosaki said slowly in realization and Ichigo blinked as well.

“That makes it worse!” Ichigo clenched his eyes shut and tried to relax the best he could.

“I’m sorry, Ichi, I forgot…” Jirotoshi said guiltily. “I’ll make it up to ya tomorrow by going extra slow.”

“You aren’t going to have sex with me in my human body any time soon,” Ichigo said darkly and winced when Jirotoshi spread his fingers apart. “I don’t heal as fast as in my shinigami form.”

“…So can I fuck ya in your spirit form?” Jirotoshi asked hopefully and just happened to brush Ichigo’s prostate at the same time.

“Yes!!!” Ichigo called out and his back arched in pleasure. “Why couldn’t you find it faster?”

“Cuz ya are too distracting,” Jirotoshi said as he appreciatively watched his fingers go in and out of Ichigo’s tight hole, not to mention the distraction of Ichigo’s beautiful, trembling, irresistible body. It thrilled him that he was practically going to be taking Ichigo’s virginity for the second time and he ended up rushing through the preparation a little.

“Cuz ya are in your human body, I can damage ya a lot easier,” Jirotoshi said as he slipped his fingers out and poured generous amounts of lube on his cock. “So ya have to relax or I’ll rip ya open and ya won’t heal as fast from that…”

Now Ichigo was extremely nervous, even more so then his first time, and was therefore even tenser. “Please just go slow,” Ichigo whispered to his brother that he loved so much. His heart beat a little faster when Jirotoshi leaned down and kissed his neck tenderly.

“I’ll treat ya like a king,” Jirotoshi said as he laced his fingers through Ichigo’s and guided his erection to Ichigo’s entrance. “I love ya so much…” He mumbled against Ichigo’s hair, but he doubted if Ichigo heard him because that was when he began to push in.

Ichigo didn’t make a sound, but Jirotoshi could see him biting down on his lip hard enough to draw blood. He finally made a sound when Jirotoshi couldn’t contain it anymore and buried himself deep inside of Ichigo. It was like a mix between a whimper and a yelp. So much for going slow…

“Don’t hurt ya’self, Ichi,” Shirosaki murmured in his ear and tilted Ichigo’s head to the side so he could lap up the blood. “Remember last time? It will feel better soon.”

“Right,” Ichigo said sarcastically. “Do you even know what slow means?”

“I’m sorry, Ichi, ya were just acting so cute… I couldn’t help myself,” Jirotoshi said and pulled Ichigo’s hips up just enough to stroke Ichigo’s erection. “If ya want, ya can ride me.”

Ichigo was instantly wary of Jirotoshi’s sly tone, but the pain was easing down to a manageable level and the euphoric pleasure was setting in. “I want to try that,” Ichigo said and inhaled sharply when Jirotoshi suddenly pulled out of him.

“Here ya go,” Jirotoshi rolled them over together and lifted Ichigo up to turn him with ease Ichigo didn’t expect from a gigia. Ichigo was uncertain for a second on how to go about it, but then he shifted so he was more sitting on Jirotoshi’s stomach and raised his hips.

“Do ya want help?” Jirotoshi asked as he stared up at Ichigo lustfully. “Ya might get a little tired.”

“Just let me do,” Ichigo said with a scowl and grabbed Jirotoshi’s erection to guide it to his entrance. The first time Ichigo tried to sink down it slipped out and slid along his crack and making both of them moan. The second time Ichigo got it, but he pushed down too hastily in order to insure Jirotoshi wouldn’t slip out of him again.

“Fucking hell…” Ichigo mumbled under his breath and clutched at Jirotoshi’s shoulders. He wasn’t even halfway down and already he was trembling with the pleasure and the pain from the intrusive penetration. He panted as he paused to let himself adjust and Jirotoshi clamped his hands down on Ichigo’s hips. “Shiro…” Ichigo said warningly and Jirotoshi gave a jerky nod, relaxing his grip.

Finally Ichigo was fully seated. Jirotoshi could feel that last maybe half inch left and snapped his hips up while pulling Ichigo down to meet him.

“AH!” Ichigo jolted in surprise at that, but it wasn’t entirely in pain. This new position felt wonderful. Better than what they had done before. Jirotoshi’s dick was pressing against his prostate at just the right angle and Ichigo had control over how fast or hard they would go. This meant hopefully he wouldn’t be as sore when they were finished.

“Ichi, ya gotta move,” Jirotoshi said in a strangled voice and Ichigo smirked down at him. Jirotoshi narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

“You want me to move?” Ichigo asked with a purr and leaned down to kiss Jirotoshi who eagerly returned. Ichigo slowly lifted his hips so Jirotoshi was still three-fourths of the way in and pushed back down. Jirotoshi was digging his nails into Ichigo’s hips now and was trying to not be obvious about moving Ichigo’s hips.

“Stop it, Jiro!” Ichigo complained and lifted up a little more before repeating the process. It was more of a rocking motion, but it felt so damn good he didn’t want to ruin it.

“Come on Ichi, just a little faster,” Jirotoshi wasn’t quite begging, but he was breathing a little harshly and shifting his hips around. “I’ll give ya a back rub afterward.”

Ichigo melted a little bit at the thought. That sounded really good right about now. “All right,” Ichigo gasped out and began to use his strong leg muscles and ass to move faster. Because his muscles were contracting in that area, Jirotoshi was in absolute heaven with the way Ichigo was tightening and relaxing around him. He was practically milking him and Jirotoshi was embarrassed to admit that he was already getting close to his climax.

“I love ya so fucking much,” Jirotoshi breathed as he ran his hands up and down Ichigo’s side and then squeezed his cock, making Ichigo moan.

“I love you, too, Shiro,” Ichigo said softly, under his breath. “Not just as a brother.”

Jirotoshi beamed up at him and sat up abruptly to smash their lips together. Ichigo opened his mouth into it and their tongues collided wetly while Ichigo raked his fingers down Jiro’s back. Jirotoshi growled into the kiss and ground his hips upward into Ichigo’s. They didn’t once break the kiss and breathed frantically through their noses as climax grew for the both of them.

Jirotoshi actually came first and it was the warm wetness filling him that made Ichigo comes. His convulsing body milked Jirotoshi’s erection of every last drop and he collapsed against Jirotoshi’s chest, curling against his love.

“Did ya like it?” Jirotoshi asked as he cuddled against Ichigo and pressed butterfly kissed over his face and neck. “Ya don’t hurt too badly?”

“I hurt,” Ichigo said bluntly and tugged on a lock of Jirotoshi’s hair. “But I’m sure a back rub will do wonders for that.”

Jirotoshi smiled. It wasn’t a smirk or an evil, mischievous grin, but a smile. Ichigo melted at the sight and couldn’t help but kiss Jirotoshi languidly. He eased out of Ichigo and stroked his hair at the groan of slight discomfort.

“Can I clean ya up, first?” Jirotoshi asked and Ichigo only had enough strength to nod. Jirotoshi rolled him over onto his back and used the pillow case from the pillow underneath Ichigo before to gently wipe him down. He quickly wiped his own come-covered self off and pushed it under the bed so whoever woke them up in the morning wouldn’t see it.

The lubricant was actually a type of unscented oil, so Jirotoshi poured some onto his hand and warmed it up a little bit before he began. He sat on Ichigo’s ass to do it, which made Jirotoshi very happy since they were both still naked. Ichigo didn’t seem to mind either, which again made Jiro grin like a maniac.

“Do ya like it harder or softer?” Jirotoshi asked as he pressed his thumbs along Ichigo’s spine and instantly found a knot he gave vigorous attention to, making Ichigo hiss.

“Hard,” Ichigo said in a strangled voice and tensed up at the pain.

“Relax or it will hurt more,” Jirotoshi said with a snigger and continued to press hard as he rubbed up Ichigo’s spine to his neck and shoulders. He found a couple more knots which were partially from school and being hunched over a desk and the rest was probably tension and anxiety.

After a few minutes, Ichigo’s breath began to even out and it was clear he was sleeping. Jirotoshi didn’t stop right away, but lessened the pressure just so he had an excuse to keep touching him. He smiled and moved to spoon Ichigo when the hollow alarm went off.

Jirotoshi cursed and snatched it before it could wake up Ichigo. “There’s no point in waking him, he needs his rest,” Jirotoshi said to himself, feeling pleased at Ichigo’s exhausted state. He thought that now would probably be a good time to use the mod soul since Ichigo was asleep so Jirotoshi couldn’t get jealous of his gigia.

He yanked some pajama pants on first and tucked Ichigo in before popping the green pill into his mouth. He was immediately pushed out of his gigia without any issues. He turned and examined the mod soul in his body who was rubbing his hips, probably feeling the aftermath of the sex Jirotoshi and Ichigo just had.

“Watch Ichigo while I’m gone,” Jirotoshi ordered and pointed at his sleeping lover on the bed.

“It will be my pleasure,” the mod soul said very smoothly and even gave a short bow.

“Right,” Jirotoshi said and eyed it one last time before he disappeared out the window to find the hollow that broke his peace with Ichigo.

The mod soul that was left behind was already on the bed, crouched over Ichigo and staring down at the beautiful orange haired teen.

“Ichigo…” The mod soul tried out the name on his tongue softly and grabbed the edge of the blanket to pull it off of him. Ichigo grumbled in his sleep and curled in on himself from the cold of the open window. The mod soul’s eyes widened at his state of nakedness and the clear evidence that he had just had sex.

“This body gets luck, at least,” he said and skimmed his hand over Ichigo’s side while soaking up the sight of him naked greedily. “There’s no reason why I can’t, too.” He smirked and Ichigo shivered again in his sleep.

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Two of my friends are actually massage therapists (never a masseuse!) so they taught me a lot about massage so we could exchange rubs =P My family and friends shamelessly take advantage of that, now…

And the appearance of the mod soul! Who I already have the perfect name for ;)