Dark Side of the Moon

Summery: Shirosaki gives himself Ichigo as a present for Christmas. Ichigo doesn’t agree with it.

Beta’d by God’s Broken Dreamer- thanks!!!

WARNINGS!!! Yaoi, lemon, sex, rape.

08 Putting the X in X-Mas: Part 1 of 1

Ichigo was snoring in his bed, enjoying his break off from school, and sleeping in.

“King.” A voice whispered in his ear. He ignored it and snuggled deeper into his pillow.

“Don’t ignore me.”

“Shut up.” The teen muttered. An awful dizziness over came him and he shot up, his eyes snapping open as he realized he was in his inner world with the sideways buildings. Standing a few feet from him was his unarmed hollow, Shirosaki, his black and gold eyes narrowed as they stared at the confused Shinigami.

“Hah!” Shirosaki darted forward and grabbed Ichigo, slamming him against the ground and pinning him there. “Merry Christmas King!” Shirosaki said cheerfully as he held the struggling Ichigo down. “Thanks for the present!”

“I didn’t get you a present!” The orange haired Shinigami shouted and redoubled his efforts to escape.

“Sure ya did! Even if ya didn’t know it, yur my present!”

“What the hell!?”

Ichigo got a hand free and tried to punch his hollow in the jaw, but Shirosaki caught it in his hand, tsking. “Yur not in the Christmas spirit.”

“Fuck you! What the hell do you even mean!?” Ichigo snarled out, inhaling sharply when he was flipped over onto his stomach and his kimono was yanked down, binding his hands behind his back.

“That means I’m gonna take ya, as a present ta myself. Don’t you think I’ve been good this year?”

“No!” Ichigo yelled and tried to struggle to his feet, but was promptly yanked back down. “Where the fuck is Zangetsu?”

“How many times to I have to tell ya, I am Zangetsu.” Shirosaki shoved Ichigo’s face into the ground and held him there while he untied the orange-haired teen’s hakama.

“Get off of me pervert!” Ichigo yelled, glaring at Shirosaki.

“I think you’ve been naughty.” The hollow ground his hard erection against his Shinigami’s still-covered ass. “You need ta be punished.”

“Stop!” Ichigo yelped as his hakama was shoved down, exposing his tight ass and puckered entrance.

“Ya can’t take back gifts, King.” Shirosaki leered down at the still-bound teen, giving a hard smack to one of the perfect ass cheeks and grinning widely at the loud sound it made and at the squeal Ichigo produced.

“You can’t spank me!” Ichigo yelled in disbelief, jumping as the hand hit him again creating a painful, stinging sensation.

“Sure I can. I can do anything I want with my present.” Shirosaki bent over and gave the red, throbbing cheek a light lick, drawing a startled moan out of Ichigo. “Mm…you taste like sunshine.” The hollow purred, promptly sinking his teeth into the tempting flesh, making Ichigo shriek. “Delicious.”

“Please stop!” Ichigo begged, his face crimson as arousal and fear gripped him. “You don’t have to do this!”

“But I want to.” Shirosaki said simply and rested his face on Ichigo’s hip, staring into the brown eyes that were peaking over Ichigo’s shoulder. “Tell me you’ll be a good boy and I’ll prepare you.”

“Fuck you!” Ichigo snarled.

Shirosaki’s face clouded over and his brow furrowed deeply. “I guess not.” Shirosaki let go of Ichigo’s head and untied his own hakama in one yank, shoving it down to expose his angry erection. “This’ll probably hurt.” He positioned his dripping penis at Ichigo’s tight hole and started to press in.

“Wait!” Ichigo sobbed out, tears welling in his eyes. “Please, I’ll be good.”

“A good what?” Shirosaki asked, a smirk firm on his face.

“I’ll be a good boy.” Came Ichigo’s small voice.

“Heh, yur so fucking hot King.” Ichigo cringed at the ‘compliment’ and rested his forehead against the cool glass window of the building.

“Shiro, please…” Ichigo pleaded, cringing at the tone of his voice. “Please don’t do this!”

“Sh…” Shirosaki pushed his finger forcibly into the Shinigami’s mouth. “The wetter you get them, the better it is for you.”

Ichigo sucked on them immediately, wincing as he curled them, digging the nails into his King’s tongue. Ichigo jerked at the slight pain and glared at the sadistic hollow. Shirosaki grinned at the Shinigami and jerked the fingers free. Ichigo closed his eyes tightly and bit his lip, crying out as one finger wiggled into him.

“Yur so tight, Ichigo.” His name rolled off the blue tongue with a purr. Shirosaki thrust in a second digit and grinned at the cry it produced. Ichigo was trying to pull his hips away at the pain but Shirosaki kept a hold of his hips and nuzzled the orange strands. With a perverted grin he pushed them down, his eyes burning as Ichigo let out a startled moan of pleasure, his passage tightening around the fingers.

Shirosaki pulled the fingers loose and spit on his hand, pumping his erection a few times then pressing it against Ichigo’s entrance again. The Shinigami’s eyes widened and he let out a scream as the head slipped into him. The hollow gritted his teeth at the pleasure, groaning and pushing his way into Ichigo’s rectum, tearing the delicate skin.

Tears streamed down Ichigo’s face as he twisted his hands furiously in the sleeves of his kimono, biting down on his lip until blood welled. Shirosaki panted, holding still for a moment. He bent over Ichigo and pressed a kiss to his neck. “Does it hurt?” Ichigo nodded his head, still not opening his eyes. “Yur such a virgin.”

“So are you.” Ichigo whispered hoarsely.

“Eh, but yur the one being fucked.” Shirosaki emphasized his point by pulling out and thrusting back in.

“Ungh! Hurts Shiro…It hurts…”

“It’s okay.” Shirosaki said, uncharacteristically gentle.

“Not it’s not…” Ichigo winced and pulled his hips forward. “Please just…”

“Just what?” Shirosaki asked, sucking on Ichigo’s neck and sneaking his hand around to work his erection.

“A little slower?” Ichigo pleaded.

Shiro stopped the movement with his hips for a second. “Ya seem to forget I’m raping ya.”

“Please…” Ichigo gasped, unable to think through the pain.

“The things I do for ya.” Shirosaki hissed and moved in and out of Ichigo slower, the penetration slick with blood.

“Oh!” Ichigo sounded surprised by the sensation. “It’s…”

“Ya like it?”

“Yeah.” Ichigo breathed out. “Oh, it’s good…”

“Fuck!” Shirosaki hissed and angled his hips to brush against Ichigo’s prostate. “King, yur so tight.”

“Shi!” Ichigo convulsed and released, his body trembling in aftershock.

Shirosaki growled lowly, his hips snapping forward a few more times before reaching his own completion. They both lay there for a second, Ichigo collapsed on the ground and Shirosaki on top of him.

“I like my gift.” Shirosaki said with a crazy laugh, pulling out of the limp body below him. “Don’t worry old man, I’ll take good care of him.” The dark form of Zangetsu said nothing just staring at the two. “I’ll take care of my king.”

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I’m awful at writing endings, sorry!!! I hope you guys liked it, please review!

Also, I am taking requests for this pairing if anyone wants anything specific. I can’t guarantee I’ll write it, but I probably will.