Dark Side of the Moon

This is a request from d3m0nang3l1106 who wanted a ‘cross-dressing, reluctant Ichigo’ that lost a bet and has to wear a ‘girl! Santa outfit with the skirt and hat and everything’. So here you go! Ichigo and Shirosaki live together and have been friends since high school.

This is NOT beta’d, when my beta gets back to me, I’ll post the beta’d version.

WARNINGS!!! AU, lemons, smut, yaoi, rimming.

Hollowzangetsu, here’s some CONSENSUAL sex for ya. =) Please enjoy!

Santa Baby

“A bet’s a bet, Ichi.” Shirosaki said wickedly and held out the ‘outfit.’ “Unless yur too chicken-shit ta do it.”

“Like hell I am!” Ichigo snatched the ‘outfit’ from his friend with a heavy scowl. “You’re such a pervert Shirosaki!”

“Only for ya, my love.” Shirosaki tried to grab a handful of that squeezable ass but was promptly batted away.

“Don’t call me that, people might get the wrong idea.”

“Or they might get the right one.” Shirosaki leaned back in his chair and propped his feet up on the table.

“That’s what I’m talking about.” Ichigo grumbled as he glared at the outfit he was being forced to wear. “Do I really have to go outside like this? I’m going to freeze my ass off!”

“Yur worried about getting cold?” Shirosaki snickered. “Ya would think you’d be worried about prancing around in women’s clothes.”

“That too” Ichigo scratched the back of his head and eyed the outfit.

“We’ll drive to that mall; we gotta meet our friends there.” Shirosaki stood up and stepped closer to Ichigo, using the height difference to tower over him. “Ya need help getting into it?” He started running a hand down Ichigo’s back and to his rump but Ichigo once again shoved him away.

“I think I can manage.”

“Tch. Spoil sport.”

Ichigo glared at the outfit one last time before he stomped up the stairs to his room. “Don’t forget ta shave yur legs, Ichi!” Shirosaki shouted up the stairs after him. “Heh, he’s so cute.”

Shirosaki waited only semi-patiently as Ichigo took a shower and got dressed in the outfit. He couldn’t wait to see his Ichigo in the outfit he picked out! A week ago, Ichigo bet Shirosaki that he couldn’t get Inoue’s attention focused elsewhere. Within a day, Ishida and Orohime were going out and Ichigo had to deal with the repercussions.

Glancing at his watch in irritation, Shirosaki shot up when he heard Ichigo starting to come down the stairs. Holy shit. That was all Shirosaki could think as blood gushed out of his nose at a surprising rate. There was Ichigo, dressed in one of the sexiest girl-Santa outfits that Shiro could find. A red mini-skirt that was a couple inches above his knees with white-fur lining, including a similarly designed jacket and Santa-hat. But what really did Shiro in was the white fish-net tights and black high-heal boots.

Ichigo scowled and crossed his arms over his chest as Shirosaki tried to stop the blood flowing from his nose. “Itsygo…” Shirosaki mumbled as he pressed his shirt sleeve against his nose. “Ur so sexy…” But now the turned-on albino was having second-thoughts about letting Ichigo out into the general public. Someone might try to snatch him away!

Shaking the thought away, the love-struck man stood up and walked over to his orange-haired interest and leered down at him. “Are ya wearing the panties too?” Shirosaki drawled.

Mumble.

“What was that?”

“Yes!”

“Heh. Really?” Shirosaki tried to sneak his hand up the skirt and was promptly kneed in the crotch. Shirosaki dropped to the ground, rolling around in pain while Ichigo stomped over to the door and grabbed his jacket.

“I’m waiting in the car.” Ichigo grumbled and slammed the door shut. As soon as Shiro could walk again he stumbled to his feet, groaning in agony.

“He’s lucky I love his ass.” He mumbled and snatched up the car keys, staggering out the door and to the car. As he did so he pulled his cell phone out and dialed a number. “Oi, pineapple, call everyone, I’m bringing Miss Claus to the mall.” He flipped the phone shut and slid into the driver’s seat, eyeing the way Ichigo’s skirt was hiked even further up his thigh. He quickly looked away before he started bleeding again and pulled out of the driveway, smirking to himself as Ichigo pouted.

When they arrived at the mall, Shirosaki immediately snatched his jacket away, leaving him nothing to hide under. Everyone was staring and gawking at the blushing boy that edged closer to Shirosaki when some of the men started to leer. Shirosaki noticed this and narrowed his eyes at them with evil intent, quickly dissuading most of the pervs. Too bad he forgot about the perverts in their group of friends.

“Fucking hell, Ichigo!” Came a very loud shout as Renji caught sight of the delicious strawberry. The pineapple was standing up with his hands on the table he and his friends were sitting around, drooling with blood trickling out of his nose.

Ichigo turned slightly red and looked away as they approached, ignoring the giggles from Rukia and Orohime. “Shit, Ichi, fuck am I glad you’re single.” Grimmjow purred and grabbed a hold of Ichigo’s waist, yanking the poor boy into his lap.

“Oi! Let go!” Ichigo tried to shove the blue-haired man’s arms off of him but he just laughed and held on tighter.

“It’s your own fault for being so damn fuckable.” Grimmjow growled aggressively and lifted his hips up slightly so Ichigo could feel his hard-on.

“Pervert!” Ichigo shrieked, getting ready to hit the man again when he was yanked out of his lap and into Shirosaki’s.

“He’s not here to be molested.” Shirosaki hissed, conveniently ignoring the fact he wanted to do the same thing in light of his jealousy.

“You can come sit with me, Ichigo.” Came the low, soothing voice of Chad from across the table.

“I think I will.” Ichigo tried to get out of Shiro’s lap, but Shirosaki’s arms were clamped around him, glaring at the seemingly-innocent Mexican boy.

“Like hell.”

Ichigo sighed in resignation and shifted in Shirosaki’s lap to get more comfortable, looping his arm around the albino’s shoulder to steady himself. Shiro clenched his jaw and counted to ten at the very pleasurable sensation wracking his body. The feeling of Ichigo’s barely-clad behind rubbing against him…Shit!

Shirosaki’s POV

While Ichigo was busy talking with his friends and scowling, I snuck my hand up and placed it inconspicuously on a fishnet-covered knee. Ichigo didn’t really seem to notice as he threw a salt shaker at Grimmjow for a perverted comment. I rested my forehead against the side of his neck as he squirmed to get comfortable again.

“Oi, bastard! It’s been thirty minutes, can I go now?”

“Tch. Alright.” I stood up still holding him, very much enjoying how he squawked and tried to get free. Reluctantly putting him down, I glared menacingly at the other semes who were drooling over him and followed after his striding form.

He stomped over to the car, scowling at the cat-calls he received, and sat in the front with his arms crossed over his chest. If I was into exhibition I would have taken him right then, but as it was we were still getting an awful amount of looks, so I could stave my lust off for a little while.

I drove home fast, my ‘stick shift’ stuck in ‘high gear’ at Ichigo’s obliviously sexy self. When we got back to his place he bolted to the door, me fast behind him. As soon as we were both inside I grabbed his arm, ignoring his surprised yelp, and slammed him against the door. I muffled his yells with my mouth, grabbing his ass and lifting him so his legs were on either side of me.

I pulled away from his mouth and started putting sloppy kisses along his neck while he made a little moaning noise. “Shi, stop!” He cried, his fingers digging into my shoulders while I slipped my hands up his skirt to grip his lace-covered ass.

“Why?” I asked, worming my fingers under his fish-net tights to stroke the soft skin.

“I’m not into one night stands.” He mumbled, squirming as I moved my hand in between our bodies and dipped it into his panties. Shit, this was such a fucking turn on.

“I like ya.” I said as I started to take off his underwear and tights. “It’s not just sex.”

“Liar, you just want in my pants!” Ichigo glowered at me, his words making me angry. I glared back at him and let his feet drop onto the floor before shoving him onto the floor and slamming him onto his back.

“I really like ya.” I hissed and pinned his hands above his head, skewing the Santa hat still on his head.

“Do you?” Ichigo asked uncertainly, his brown eyes gazing up at me while he chewed on his lower lip.

“I do.” I let his hands up and kissed him again, gathering his lithe form into my arms and enjoying the way he blushed up at me. “My room or yours?” A crease appeared between his brow and he cocked his head at me. “Unless ya want to do it right here?”

“Yours.” He muttered.

“Good choice.” I stumbled up the stairs to my room, knocking down pictures when Ichigo distracted me by sucking on my neck. Fucking tease.

I threw him onto my bed, smirking at the utterly debauched picture he made. Putting my hands on my thighs, I parted them easily, hiking the Santa skirt up so he could spread them further apart. “I’m gonna fuck ya with these on.” I murmured, grinning broadly as he flushed. “Although the tights and panties might get in the way.” I said more to myself with a frown.

Pushing his skirt up all the way, I ripped the tights and lacy underwear- that looked so fuckable on him- so the tights only remained halfway up his thigh. “Do ya like candy-canes, Ichi?”

“Er, yes?” A crease appeared between his brows as he tried to figure out what that had to do with anything.

“Good, than ya can suck on mine.” With that I unbuckled my jeans and shoved them down to expose my hard erection. He looked a little surprised and uncertain so I made the first move, shoving him so he was flat on his back. I straddled his chest and moved so the head of my penis bumped his lip. “C’mon Ichi, ya might like it.” He still didn’t look sure, but he opened his mouth and let me slide in. Ah, bliss.

I thrust myself in a little too fast and he choked, his throat convulsing as I pulled back out. He glowered at me, but continued to suck hesitantly. “Yeah…” I moved my hips a little, being careful to not gag him again. “Watch the teeth.” He tried to say something around my cock, but it just increased the pleasure. “Fuck yeah!” I had to pull away before or else I would have come right there. I got off of him regretfully and pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it in the corner and started to take my pants off as well. “Turn over.”

He frowned and looked as though he was about to protest, but I cut him off with a kiss. “You’ll enjoy it, now turn over.” His movements were still hesitant, but he did as I asked, his face nearly as red as the clothes he wore. “What a nice picture ya make.” I gave his ass a little slap, reveling in the gasp it produced.

“Shi, just be…” He trailed off and buried his face into my pillows adorably.

“Be gentle?” I asked, for once with no hint of mocking. He nodded and I kissed his orange hair before moving down to his ass and pushing his skirt up to bare those perfect cheeks of his. I spread them apart and smirked as I saw his tight entrance. I didn’t hesitate to lean forward and shove my tongue into him, feeling particularly smug when he cried out, his head shooting off the pillow and his back arching. I wiggled it in further and pulled away, grinning as his puckered hole winked at me. “Hold on.”

I pulled away just for a second to grab my bottle of lube, pouring some onto my finger. I rubbed them against his entrance, using my other hand to grip his hip while I shoved two of them inside of him. His body immediately bucked forward, his jaw dropping in surprise as I stretched him out. “Don’t be so tense.” I chastised him, spreading my fingers apart and trying to find the spot that would chase away the pain. “It’ll get better.”

Ichigo’s POV

It better get fucking better, because if not, I’m going to fucking kill the bastard when this is over. When he added a third finger the pain went to a whole other level and I let out a little helpless cry that I was quick that stifle with the pillow.

“Ya want me to stop, Ichi?” Shiro sounded a little bit concerned, caring. I shook my head and tried to relax my muscles, jerking again when he hit my prostate.

“Ah!”

“Heh, ya like that?”

“Ungh!” I moved my hips frantically, seeking friction against my hard on.

“Just a sec.” He pulled his fingers out and reached for one of the pillows, lifting my hips up and shoving it underneath him. “This will hurt a bit, ya sure ya want ta do this?”

“Yes.” I mumbled, feeling uncomfortably hot in the Santa outfit I was still in.

“Good.” I heard a click as he opened the bottle of lube again, and then wet noises and he stroked himself with it. “Ya ready?”

“Yeah, just do it.” I squeezed my eyes shut, suddenly very nervous for what was to come.

“Heh, as his majesty requests.” That was all the warning I got before there was a blunt pressure against my rectum and he pushed in.

“Ah! Shi, stop!” He did so immediately, panting with his hands digging into my hips.

“It’s okay…” He whispered, bending over and kissing what parts of my face he could reach. “It’s just the head; do ya want me to pull out?”

I seriously considered having him do just that, but I really wanted this. “No…it’s okay. You can move now.”

“Alright.” He moved in a little more and that ripping pain was back. I bit at the pillow to try and smoother my scream as he slowly pushed inside of me. I let out a little sob and twitched as he finally stopped, fully sheathed. Shit, it felt like he was tearing me apart. “Ichigo.” Shirosaki sounded breathless as he stroked my legs, a grunt of irritation escaping him when he couldn’t reach more skin. “Let me just…” His hands fumbled with the front of my Santa outfit and then he was pulling it off of me. That felt a little bit better…I was still wearing the boots and tights with the skirt, but I wasn’t as hot.

The pain receded a little bit and he shifted inside of me, pressing against my prostate. “Agh! Fuck, fuck, fuck, move!”

“Ya sure?”

“If you ask that one more time I’m going to fucking castrate you!” I yelled at him, ignoring the crazy laughter it produced from him.

“Don’t say I didn’t ask.”

And then he was moving, not holding anything back as he thrust in and out of me. Shit, he was merciless as he pounded into me. It hurt, it hurt, but it hurt so good. Like water so fucking hot it was cold.

“AH!!!”

“You make the best noises.” He said between harsh breaths, our skin slapping together loudly. One of his hands sneaked around and pumped me slightly awkwardly, the pillow getting in the way a little. “Yur so fucking good…” His hips snapped forward and I seriously blacked out, my body shivering all over as I came all of the pillow and his hand. “Ugh, Ichigo!!!” Something hot and wet filled me, what I assumed to be his come. He slumped over me, his weight crushing me slightly, but I didn’t care.

We both got our breath while I dozed a little, slipping in and out of sleep. “You okay Ichi?”

“Yeah, m’fine.” I mumbled. He pulled out of me and I winced a little.

“Ya sure?” He asked a little hesitantly. “Yur bleeding a little.”

“What did I say about asking that?”

“Kay, kay.” His hands went to my waist and undid the skirt, nudging me to move onto my back so he could tug it off. The tights and boots were next, for which I was very grateful. He stood up and padded over to the door, flipping the light switch so we were bathed in darkness. The bed dipped as he got back onto it, then he scooted next to me and pulled the sheets up to cover our sweaty bodies. It was very welcome now that it was starting to chill, making me shiver.

“Mm…” He snuggled closer to me, his arms moving around me as he nuzzled my hair. I could feel the hardness of his impressive muscles pressed against me as I relaxed into his touch, soothed by the closeness. “Love ya, Ichi.”

It made me feel better to know that this wasn’t just a one-night thing. I had kind of liked Shirosaki for a while, but I hadn’t done anything because I thought he was just joking around with me. Even with the sharp ache in my tailbone area, it was definitely worth it.

LINE

What do you think? It’s after Christmas, I know, but it’s still smutty goodness. =) How many of you think Shirosaki isn’t a very original thing to call Ichigo’s inner hollow? I think so, but I kept it up until this point because it’s what I’m most familiar with. The next one shot is going to include a new name for him, and an explanation. Something easy to remember, because I’m kind of forgetful sometimes.

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