Two of a Kind

Review Replies- BolognaAnChi: Well there will be more of that in this chapter!
Yum2: kukuku, or so you think!
VioletEyes: Well he *is* Jirotoshi's mod soul, after all.
Aralaiqualasse: Jiro is not happy... D=
Lynzee: lol, no threesome, but... well, I'll wait and let you see =D
MasterAkira: Ichigo draws perverts like magnets!
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For those who also read my Crush: Uke Ichigo Collection- I don't have any idea where it went, but apparently it was 'hidden' by the admins and I am working on getting fixed.


There’s a small scene with pervert mod soul x Ichigo molestation in this one, but no sex!!! I thought I should warn you.

Beta’d by the wonderful Warrior Nun!

Two of a Kind: Chapter 13

“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 lucky, 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.

The mod soul turned Ichigo onto his back and slipped his hands in between Ichigo’s legs to part his legs. He smirked at the sight of Ichigo’s tight hold winking at him and still containing the barest remnants of semen and blood.

“Hm, a deflowerer?” The mod soul said to himself concerning his body. “Or maybe a special lover…” He very gently brushed a finger over Ichigo’s entrance and Ichigo whined, flipping onto his side again.

“Not again, Shiro, I’m too sore,” Ichigo muttered without opening his eyes. “You were too rough with me… but that back rub DID help, so thanks.”

“Anything for you, my love,” the mod souls murmured softly and Ichigo blinked.

“You sound kind of funny…”

“Would you like another back rub to put you to sleep?” The mod soul said quickly to change the subject.

“Mm, that sounds great, thanks, Shiro,” Ichigo murmured and rolled onto his stomach. The mod soul was practically drooling now. “I love you so much sometimes; you better not leave me again.”

“Never,” the mod soul promised and began to plan a way to never let the ‘Shiro’ get a hold of his body again. He could take care of Ichigo enough so he was no longer needed.

He began to rub Ichigo’s back and Ichigo squirmed a little. “Harder, like before,” Ichigo said and the mod soul’s dick went from half hard to erect and dripping pre-come.

“Oh I’ll give you hard…” The mod soul growled and pulled out this body’s dick. It was a good size, which was probably why Ichigo was sore.

He spread Ichigo’s ass apart, making Ichigo stiffen and begin to protest as he pressed his member into Ichigo’s tight hole. “Shiro, wait!” Ichigo cried out just as Jirotoshi got back from killing the hollow.

Jirotoshi froze at the sight of the mod soul getting ready to fuck his lover and Ichigo tensed at the realization that it wasn’t Jirotoshi behind him. He woke immediately out of the daze he was in and scrambled forward just as the mod soul began to thrust. Luckily he never got the chance. Jirotoshi kicked him off of his lover and sent him flying into the wall.

“Wait, Jirotoshi, don’t hurt your body!” Ichigo called out before he could do any more damage. The mod soul laughed as he righted himself and eyed the two.

“No need to get upset, Jirotoshi,” the mod soul said and crossed his arms over his bare chest. “After all, can you blame me for trying?”

Jirotoshi glared daggers at the mod soul. “Listen up… What’s your name?” Jirotoshi demanded.

The mod soul shrugged. “I don’t have one.”

“Boo-hoo,” Jirotoshi muttered. “Listen up, Chikan, ya don’t ever touch my Ichi again, ya got that?”

“Chikan?” The mod soul said with a blink. “I suppose that suits me,” the newly named Chikan said with a sigh. “Your lover is extraordinary; it would be a shame to not share him!”

Ichigo grabbed Jirotoshi’s hand before he could attack him and yanked him back down onto the bed. Jirotoshi wrapped Ichigo in a blanket and pulled him into his lap to rest his chin on Ichigo’s head.

“This is mine. The only thing I want to see ya doing with him is protecting him,” Jirotoshi said sternly and Chikan blinked.

“You really do love each other,” Chikan said with a laugh and then nodded. “Very well, I will not touch your precious Ichigo and will protect him. It would be a shame if such beauty was destroyed.” He leered at Ichigo and Ichigo shifted around a little with a blush. Jirotoshi was really attractive and it was hard to remind himself that Chikan was a mod soul when he looked at Ichigo so hungrily.

“Good, now that that’s clear… the next time I’m gonna put ya in a different body so I can beat the crap out of ya for trying to fuck Ichigo,” Jirotoshi said and used the soul badge to pop the green pill out of his body. He tossed it in the desk drawer along with that other one that was in Ichigo’s body (disgusting thing).

“You should get him a plushy like Kon,” Ichigo grumbled and ran a hand through his hair.

“Nah, then I would have to put him with him more,” Jirotoshi said and slipped back on the bed to take Ichigo into his arms. Ichigo fell asleep almost instantly while Jirotoshi stayed awake, fuming about Chikan. Maybe he should get a plushy for the mod soul bastard just so he could beat the thing once in a while. Yeah, that sounded good…

…

It had only been a while since Jirotoshi started to live with his…family, but damn was he happy. He got to snuggle his Ichi whenever he wanted. He got to have sex with his Ichi every night (although his Ichi complained about soreness a lot). His Ichi was also happy around his family, which made Jirotoshi even happier.

He even got a plushy for Chikan to reside in. It wasn’t something like a lion, either. Oh no, Jirotoshi wanted Chikan to feel humiliated every time he had to be in it. So what sort of plushy did Jirotoshi put him in?

It was a unicorn. It was sparkly, fluffy white unicorn with a rainbow mane and tail. Jirotoshi snickered every time he thought about it, which made Karin and Ichigo look at him suspiciously, which of course, didn’t stop him from doing it.

When Jirotoshi first popped Chikan into the unicorn’s mouth, nothing had happened. Jirotoshi was about to slam the damn thing in frustration when it wiggled in his hands and narrowed its eyes in a not very bright and cheerful manner.

“Let go of me, you cock blocker!!!” The stuffed unicorn known as Chikan yelled and Jirotoshi cackled gleefully before he picked up the knife he had borrowed from the kitchen for this exact purpose.

Then Ichigo burst in, wondering why Jirotoshi was so damn happy, which couldn’t be a good thing. He looked back and forth between Jirotoshi and Chikan before slowly closing the door and going back downstairs, telling himself that his brother and boyfriend was NOT certifiably insane, despite the evidence to the contrary.

Meanwhile Jirotoshi turned his attention back to Chikan, who began to quake in fear as the knife slashed down.

Needless to say, Jirotoshi was very disappointed that there wasn’t any epic screams that he had hoped for, or the blood gushing from severed limbs. Not to mention Ichigo had to suffer through the temper tantrum he threw afterward at the discovery; which ended, of course, in hot sex that made Ichigo scream and beg for more.

Jirotoshi forgot to remove the mod soul from his container so Chikan got to see first hand who Ichigo ‘belonged’ to. He also discovered that while he couldn’t get an erection while in a unicorn plushy, he could pass out from massive blood loss via nose bleed.

…

Chad stared. Orihime stared. Keigo stared. Ishida pushed up his glasses with a sniff and turned away.

“Yo! I’m Jirotoshi Kurosaki, Ichi’s cous’. Of course I’m the only one who can call him that; I’ll kill any bastard who tries to do the same!!!” Jirotoshi beamed happily at the front of the classroom even as he said the last part, although his red eyes narrowed dangerously.

Keigo began to shake in his seat, whimpering while Ichigo sighed and covered his face with his hand. “I knew this was a bad idea…”

Ichigo tried to keep Jirotoshi out of school for as long as he could, but then Jiro stared to complain and whine that Ichigo was ashamed of him, so here they were. Jirotoshi looked pretty sexy in their school uniform, which Ichigo would definitely never admit to Jirotoshi. Unfortunately, other people in the school noticed as well.

The girls went gaga over him and tried repeatedly to get his attention. Jirotoshi noticed his grumpy mood and had thrown an arm around his shoulder to whisper dirty things to him that made Ichigo blush.

Surprisingly, it was Keigo who picked up on the relationship between Ichigo and Jirotoshi. Of course he would have to be a complete invalid to not when Jirotoshi grabbed his ass right in front of him. He stared in horror and pointed at Jirotoshi who simply yawned in response. Ichigo smacked him hard in the back of his head, making Jirotoshi grunt and rub the ‘injured’ area.

He glared at Keigo for the rest of the day, making Keigo practically wet himself in fear. Then he made certain that Keigo noticed when he dragged Ichigo into a certain hall closet. Keigo stared at the closed door in mortification and started to cry when he heard the noises Ichigo made.

“We aren’t doing this in school!” Ichigo hissed as Jirotoshi hummed to himself and began to suck on Ichigo’s neck. His initial plan was to just leave a hickie so that irritating bitch Orihime would stop staring at Ichigo like that. However, plans were made to be changed, especially when Ichigo made that mewling sound that sent signals straight to his groin to wake up.

“We’ll make it a quickie,” Jirotoshi said and unbuttoned Ichigo’s pants hastily and shoved them down just enough to bare his ass.

Ichigo groaned as Jirotoshi shoved him against the wall and without further ado, started to finger fuck him quickly, just enough to get him loosened up. His cock took immediate notice at the rough treatment despite Ichigo’s attempts for it not to. However, that was almost impossible when Jirotoshi rubbed against his prostate and whispered dirty things all in the same breath as professing his undying love for Ichigo.

Jirotoshi undid his pants quickly and pulled out his hard cock- just the right size, of course. He got it wet enough from his saliva so he wouldn’t do his Ichi any damage and lined up to his entrance. Ichigo let out a low whine as Jirotoshi pushed into him and braced his shaking arms against the door of the crowded closet.

“Sh, baby,” Jirotoshi hushed him and stroked his cock as he entered him completely with a grunt. “Ya can’t be too loud or somone’ll find us…”

Ichigo nodded and Jirotoshi wished he could see his expression which was sure to be very cute. His lips were probably trembling from the pain while his cheeks were flushed from pleasure with his brow furrowed. Jirotoshi cooed at Ichigo and nuzzled Ichigo’s hair, making Ichigo sigh and relax a little around him.

That was Jirotoshi’s cue to fuck Ichigo like there was no tomorrow. Despite his warning for Ichigo to be quiet, he seemed intent on dragging as much noises as possible out of him. Ichigo stifled most of them by clamping his hand over his mouth, but then Jirotoshi decided he wanted to ravish Ichigo’s mouth as well.

Their skin slapped together loudly and Ichigo flinched at the sound. Jirotoshi didn’t seem to notice it, or probably just didn’t care, because he kept on fucking Ichigo in just the same way. First step- pull almost completely out of Ichigo until just the head of his cock remained inside. Second step- shove himself inside so quickly and roughly, Ichigo is shoved face first into the door. Third step- whisper how much you love being inside of Ichigo and how hot and tight he feels. Then throw in a comment about how beautiful his eyes are. Or something like that. Forth step- repeat steps one through three.

Jirotoshi couldn’t help but want to bully Ichigo and make him cry when it got to this point. All the noises Ichigo made and the way he sniffled at the pain that was still there tugged at his heart strings and made him want to hurt Ichigo even more. Only a little bit, he promised. All right, maybe a bit more than a little. He would gleefully pound into Ichigo with all of the strength and power his reiatsu allowed if there was enough room to do so in the damn supply closet.

He settled for pistoning in and out of Ichigo while jerking him off in time with his thrusts. Ichigo gave a low whine which always made Jirotoshi throb and signaled that his lover was getting close to completion.

“Ya wanna come Ichi?” Jirotoshi purred and Ichigo nodded.

“Yes Shiro, fucking let me come already!” Ichigo snarled when Jirotoshi slowed his thrusts. Jirotoshi chuckled and kissed his neck softly as he dug his nail into the slit of Ichigo’s dick.

“I love it when ya call me that,” he purred and Ichigo came all over his hand and probably the door that he was being pressed against.

“Don’t come inside me, Shiro,” Ichigo mumbled as Jirotoshi thrust into him rapidly. “It’s too messy for at school.”

“What did ya say Ichi?” Jirotoshi said, pretending he didn’t hear as he griped Ichigo’s hips. “I didn’t catch that.”

“Shi~ro!” Ichigo half growled, half whined. “Don’t come in…”

Warm stickiness filled him and Jirotoshi finally stopped moving. They both caught their breath, or rather, Ichigo caught his breath and Jirotoshi blew against Ichigo’s ear to make him shiver.

“Damn it Shiro, I say not inside!” Ichigo snarled and moved to pull away in order to clean himself, but Jirotoshi stopped him.

“Hold on Ichi, I came prepared,” Jirotoshi said proudly and pulled something out of his pocket that Ichigo couldn’t see. “I wanted ya to remember who is pounding ya into the mattress every night.”

“That’s kind of hard for me to forget,” Ichigo said snidely but Jirotoshi ignored him. He pulled out of Ichigo swiftly before Ichigo had a chance to complain and then something else pushed inside of him.

Ichigo froze.

“Wh-what…” He said in a slightly high-pitched voice and reached around to feel for what was inside of him. Jirotoshi allowed him to do so, but wouldn’t let him pull it out.

“It’s a butt plug!” Jirotoshi said cheerfully and pulled up Ichigo’s pants and fastened them after he licked his hand clean of Ichi’s come. “So it won’t leak out of ya and ya can feel it when ya sit down.” Jirotoshi’s voice grew low and dangerous and he lifted his knee to press against Ichigo’s ass, jarring the plug and making Ichigo inhale sharply.

“Hopefully it will also dissuade the other from trying to take ya, like the one outside the door,” Jirotoshi said matter-of-fact-ly and opened the door. Ichigo gaped at the man standing there and turned bright red at the knowledge that he probably knew what he and Jirotoshi were just doing.

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Chikan means ‘masher (horny), molester, pervert’ or ‘substitute’ =D

Only two more chapters to go! But I promise to make them count =3 Kenpachi is going to show up again, as well as some certain arrancar and of course there is going to be more smex! But who is the one that was outside the closet? And Jirotoshi was so naughty to do that to Ichigo >:D I love you guys!