Dark Side of the Moon

Since I haven’t updated this collection in awhile, and Lover of Sorrow provided such a hot plot bunny, here it is:

Summary: Ichigo is a cat humanoid that is Shiro's pet. Ichigo hates Shiro, but he goes into heat and Shiro can’t resist him. This is all Lover of Sorrow’s idea!!! I credit them, not me, for such a smexy plot.

So, a little explanation of the world I put them in. Humanoids are part human, part animal. Ichigo has the ears and tail of a cat, not to mention sharp nails. Humanoids can be any type of animal, but are either dominant or submissive. A submissive can get pregnant no matter what gender they are. And Ichigo is submissive.

WARNINGS!!! Yaoi, sex, smut, rimming.

Heat: Part 1 of 1

Ichigo curled his orange tail around his leg as he crouched behind a bush. His ‘master’ was looking for him, and Ichigo was doing everything he could to evade him. Stupid albino bastard. The orange cat-humanoid wished he could kill Shirosaki and get away with it.

One of Ichigo’s ears twitched as he heard a noise behind him and whirled around. Before he even realized he was being scooped into a pair of strong arms and held firmly. “Got ya now, Ichi.” The albino man smirked and snatched Ichigo’s hand before the sharp claws could scratch him. “Nu-uh, is that any way to treat your master?” He rubbed his pet in between the ears and grinned as he went limp despite himself and started to purr. “Ya know, you shouldn’t be outside with all the other tom-cats hanging around.” Shirosaki mused as he threw his orange pet over his shoulder and walked inside.

“Bastard!” Ichigo hissed and hit Shirosaki’s back. “I can take care of myself!”

“No yah can’t.” Shirosaki countered, not in the least bit phased by Ichigo’s punches. “I don’t want ya ta get pregnant by some filthy mutt.”

“I hate you!” Ichigo hissed as Shirosaki threw him onto the cushiony couch.

“Don’t be like that.” The white-skinned, white-haired master pulled his struggling pet into his lap and got to work calming him with scratched behind the ear. Ichigo arched his head into it and bowed his back to encourage more. Shirosaki snickered at his pet and tugged him so the cat-man was fully curled in his lap. “I just don’t want ya to get hurt.” The man mused as Ichigo started to purr. “I don’t really know much about pets, yur my only one.”

“Like it’s hard, bastard.” Ichigo muttered despite the pleasure he was in. “You’ve had me for a couple of years.”

“Yeah.” Shirosaki marveled at the softness of Ichigo’s hair as he pet him. “But yur coming of age soon, and that yur gonna change a little.”

“Like hell.” Ichigo mumbled and started kneading Shirosaki’s thigh despite the cursed protests. “Why don’t you just get a book, it’s not like I know.”

“Maybe I will. It can’t be that bad, right?”

“Right.” Ichigo yawned and rested his head on Shirosaki’s arm, easily slipping into sleep. Shirosaki stared down at his beautiful pet with a slight grin.

“Yah really are too vulnerable.” He mused, his gold on black eyes narrowing into dangerous slits, promising pain and suffering to anyone who dared harm his Ichi. Shirosaki had never planned on getting a pet, but when he had seen this beauty in the window of a pet shop, he just had to have him. Much to his amusement, Ichigo fought any type of affection and seemed to hate him with every fiber of his being. It just made Shiro love him more.

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Ichigo was restless. It felt like there was something burning inside of him that needed to get out. He rolled over on his bed and curled in on himself, wondering when his master was going to get home. The albino had gone out to-finally- get a book on coming of age in humanoids. And for once Ichigo was wishing his master was here, he felt like he needed to go to the vet or something.

He rolled over yet again, squirming and trying to get comfortable. It was so hot! Ichigo let out a sharp sigh and tugged his shirt over his head, hissing as it caught on his sensitive ears. He sighed and clutched at his lower stomach which seemed like it was in knots. He felt better, but only a little.

The door opened and Shirosaki called out for his pet while he set his things down. “Hey, Ichi! Where are ya?” He wandered to Ichigo’s little room adjacent to his own.

“Ichi…” He trailed off as he caught sight of his pet. “What…”

Ichigo was spread out on his bed, almost completely naked with a light sheen on sweat coating his body. Shirosaki blinked, fighting the urge to drool as he took in the heaving chest and flushed face.

“Shi!” Ichigo said, making Shirosaki startle at the never-used nickname. “Please…I think I’m sick.”

Shirosaki stepped forward, frowning as he caught scent of something that was…divine. “Ichi? Did ya put on perfume or something today?” Shirosaki mumbled as he kneeled on the bed and ran a single hand down Ichigo’s sweaty body. The cat humanoid shivered and grabbed his master’s hand, curling his body around it.

“No…” Ichigo sounded pleading as he nuzzled closer to his master. “Please, Shi, make it stop?”

“What hurts?” Shirosaki was feeling slightly…dizzy…from that wonderful scent that was coming off of his pet. He pulled Ichigo onto his lap and leaned over to sniff at his neck, feeling himself getting hard.

“It’s uncomfortable…down there.” Ichigo gestured at his groin that was half-hard, his tail twitching and holding itself to the side. Shirosaki couldn’t stop himself from licking Ichigo’s neck and biting down on it, his hands digging into his pet’s hips. “Shi…what are you doing?” Ichigo whined and pushed at his master’s chest. “Stop…it’s getting worse.”

Shirosaki growled in response and dug his teeth deeper into the tempting flesh, pulling away only to flip Ichigo onto his stomach. “Ya smell so good, Ichi…” Shirosaki drawled, his mouth working its way down Ichigo’s spine and to the base of his tail. He grabbed the boxers and yanked them down, grinning as that wondrous scent intensified. He threaded his fingers of one hand through Ichigo’s hair and pressed him against the pillow so his back arched; the other gripped the base of his tail, holding his hips up so he could have access to his puckered entrance.

“Shi, no…” Ichigo whimpered and clenched his eyes shut, jolting as Shirosaki’s tongue slid over his hole. His entire body shivered and heat coiled inside of him, making him feel moist and achy. Shirosaki jabbed his tongue into those tight folds and Ichigo shrieked, burying his head into the pillow and digging his nail into the sheets. “Stop…it feels weird…” Ichigo whined as Shirosaki continued to torture him deliciously with every flick of his tongue.

Shirosaki’s POV

Ichigo tasted as good as he smelled. And he was making the cutest keening noises as I did so. I pulled away with one last deep lick and moved the fingers that were gripping his tail to probe at his entrance. “Ah!” He cried out loudly as I thrust two inside of him. Oops, maybe I should have been a little gentler. I’ll make it up to him later.

“Shi!” Ichigo peaked at me over his shoulder, his eyes watering as his cheeks flushed. “You can’t…” I moved another finger in and he arched his back, the tendons in his neck straining while I relaxed my hold on his head and gripped his shoulder instead. “It’s not…” I have no idea what he was talking about and my thoughts were too hazy to try and discern what he meant.

“It’s okay.” I mumbled and licked his spine while I pulled my fingers out of his tight, wet, heat. I ran my hand down his side and gripped his hips, pulling him up so I had easier access to his puckered entrance. I didn’t bother undressing, I just unzipped my pants and pushed them down enough so they wouldn’t get in the way. Pulling out my hard erection, I spread his cheeks wider and slid in between them until my head rested against his hole.

Ichigo’s POV

Warmth was spreading underneath my skin and tickling at my nerves. I felt the strange need to be filled, to be taken by Shiro. My mind was furiously protesting but I couldn’t get my body to comply with my demands. Instead I just let him open me with his fingers, mewling at the pain and unable to command my limbs to do anything to stop him.

He pulled them out of me and gripped my hips. I was a little confused at what he was doing until something large and blunt worked its way inside of me. “AH!” I cried out and dug my nails into my bedding while he pushed in, not stopping until he was fully seated. I breathed raggedly for a minute, caught between the conflicting sensations of being satisfied that Shi was mounting me and the pain that was splitting me open.

“It’s okay pet.” My master’s soothing words washed over me while he stroked me behind the ears. “I’m not gonna hurt ya.” I whimpered again, my tail stiff while I buried my head into the soft pillow. “My little Ichi.” He pressed a kiss to my tense back and slid his length out of me before thrusting in sharply.

“Unnnn….Shi!” I keened his name and shivered, spreading my legs wider as an explosion of pleasure paralleled the pain.

“S’okay.” He crooned to me and moved so his clothed chest rubbed against my bare back. “M’not gonna let anything happen to ya.”

“You…you…Shiro~!” I screamed his name, my body taunt as I clenched around him, shoving my hips back to try and get him to rub against that spot inside of me.

“Ichigo.” He hissed into my ear and clamped his teeth onto my neck as I jerked, feeling wetness spread underneath me as I let myself go. I whined as I felt him spill himself inside of me, his teeth digging into my skin so deep blood trickled down my shoulder.

He pulled out of me and I squirmed, unable to resist the urge to clean myself while I reached down and rubbed at my entrance, aggravated to find sticky white fluid and some blood leaking out me. Shiro grabbed my hand with the mixture of fluids on it with a frown and flipped me over onto my back. I struggled at the vulnerable position he put me in, but I was ignored as he bent his head down and laved my entrance with his tongue.

I cursed as I felt my erection return and grabbed at his head to get him to move away. He growled in response and instead began to lick his way up my body. Oh god, my body that had cooled down was now flaring again as he grabbed my legs and bent them up over his shoulder.

His own awakened organ slid into me once more, making me scream loudly and claw at his back. It was a lot faster this time, the sharp ache in my rectum growing more painful even as I arched up into him for more. For the first time, he kissed me, pressing his lips to mine unusually gently and coaxing my mouth open. I returned it timidly, still clutching at him desperately as I shot my seed over my stomach and felt him do the same inside of me.

This time he didn’t let me go. He didn’t move out of me as we continued to kiss languidly, my mind clearing from the fog that bogged it down. I yanked my mouth away from his and turned to the side, blushing at what we had just done, feeling tears trickle down my cheek in embarrassment and defenselessness.

“Ichi?” My master questioned, his hand brushing my cheeks. “Did I hurt ya?”

“Bastard.” I shoved at his chest and scrambled out from underneath him. “Do you know what you’ve done!?” I cried, rubbing my knuckles over my flooding eyes while my tail curled around waist to try and give me some modesty.

“I know.” He said. “I’m sorry, can I kiss it better?” He pulled my hands away from my face and peppered kissed all over it, dipping down to brush them tenderly against the bite mark on my neck.

“This isn’t a time to joke!” I scowled at him and tried to jerk away but was promptly flipped so I was beneath him again.

He looked way too smug as he stared down at me. “Do ya need to go to a vet?” His fingers probed my slightly-torn entrance and I yelped.

“No! I need ya to leave me alone.”

“M’not gonna do that.” He pulled his fingers away and kissed me. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of ya.” No matter how much I struggled he wouldn’t leave me alone, insisting on cuddling. Bastard.

He had fucked me at least twice a day after that, gripping my hips and holding me still for his almost violent thrusts. But he always made sure that I enjoyed it too, and made me feel loved and protected afterward.

Three weeks later and Shirosaki was staring at me as I dozed on my bed after our most recent romp. “What?” I mumbled, curling in on myself to try and block my body from his prying eyes.

“Your nipples are pinker.”

I blinked. “What!?”

“And you’ve been sleeping more.” He walked over to the bed with a frown and flicked his finger over one of my nipples. I flinched and grabbed his hand.

“No, Shiro.” I grumbled and pushed him away. “I’m not in the mood.”

He paused with a frown, letting his hand drop to my stomach. “Hey Ichi…”

He trailed off and I raised an eyebrow at him. “What?”

“I think you’re pregnant.”

“What!?”

I really hate that bastard.

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So…what do you think? Just so you know, cat pregnancies usually last around 9 weeks, so at least I’m not torturing Ichigo for 9 months!

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