Two of a Kind

Review Replies- Countrygirl10: I doubt I will ever run out of ideas for what to write. I have a desktop full of ideas =P The only issue I have is deciding which one to write as a full-length fic.
MasterAkira: Grimmjow never knows when to shut up...
VioletEyes: Well I will try to keep it as tasteful as possible for you =D
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AnimeAngelSisters: Jiro means second male and Toshi means mirror image, I thought it would suit him.
Kunitsu: Hm, alright, I won't make you wait.
msuzumaki: well I hope the rest of it is just as exciting.
Candy_Flapjack: So...are you saying it's like a black hole? Or am I your dealer ;P
Anon: Thanks!
Shinjichiro: I'm glad the name isn't that big of a deal, I was hoping it wouldn't be.
Lynzee: *stares at pic and drools* ShiroIchi is so hot!!!
Blaze Lupin: I'm happy you think so!
Cat: Thanks, and I will!


There’s a bit of crack and humor in this chapter which I can’t seem to stay away from, not to mention Jiro/Shiro molesting Ichigo. I hope you enjoy! Yes, I mean you.

Beta’d by: Warrior Nun. It’s thanks you her that this is all nice and read-able!

Two of a Kind: Chapter 2

The espada filtered into the meeting room with the news that Hueco Mundo had been infiltrated. Jirotoshi wanted to know Ichigo’s status and he wanted to know right now, but Aizen insisted on tea. Jirotoshi wanted to shove the tea cup up his nose. Finally Aizen asked Tousen to turn on the projector and Jirotoshi fought the urge to scream ‘Finally!’

Ichigo instantly came onto the screen, along with two others that Jirotoshi had no interest in. Ichigo was so close he could taste it, his mouth watered with need and he had a hard time controlling himself.

“That shinigami is one nice piece of ass.” Nnoitra drawled. “But are yah sure he’s even worth an alert for? He looks ta fragile for that. The others look like shit as well.”

“Don’t underestimate him.” Jirotoshi said coldly. “He’s worth more than ya are.” He drawled and Nnoitra bristled immediately.

“Like hell!” Nnoitra snapped. “So what if yah want ta screw him? Not that I blame yah, but that doesn’t make the little bitch worth it.”

Nnoitra ducked the cero shot at him and Aizen sighed as more of the castle was destroyed. Was it so hard for Jirotoshi to keep his anger in check? Obviously it was.

“Tch.” Grimmjow stood and made to leave but Tousen stopped him.

“The meeting isn’t over yet.”

“Like I care, I’m going to go out and deal with these pathetic intruders and get me a bitch.”

There was no need for him to clarify who he was talking about and Jirotoshi reacted strongly.

“Ichigo is MINE!” He snarled and raised his reiatsu until Grimmjow fell to his knees. “None of ya better touch him!” He stormed off and left Grimmjow gasping on the floor. Neither Tousen nor Aizen stopped him and Grimmjow shakily got to his feet again.

“I didn’t know we had to call dibs on prey.” Grimmjow muttered and Starrk woke from his daze long enough to glance at the projector which was still displaying Ichigo’s running image.

“Dibs.” He said and then went back to sleep.

“Damn.” Nnoitra cursed and Grimmjow growled.

“Finders keepers.” He snarled and stormed out of the room as well.

“Why does everyone ignore meeting protocol?” Tousen asked morosely.

…

When Ichigo first stepped into Hueco Mundo, for some reason it felt like his destiny was calling him. He was tugged toward Las Noches for some inexplicable reason and he hated every second that denied him of that call. He hoped the appearance of Renji and Rukia would make that go faster, but it seemed they were useless, although Ichigo would never say that out loud.

He was very grateful to have met Nel and the creature that willingly carried them at a much faster speed to Las Noches. It was a somber rescue mission they were undertaking, but Ichigo felt elated and guilty because of his happiness. At some point, he stopped feeling guilty as well.

When Ichigo actually entered Las Noches the feeling grew. His heart was beating so fast he wondered if he was having some sort of cardiac arrest. Then they were forced to split up because of the branched path. It felt like he was being watched or something, but he couldn’t detect any reiatsu, which he was shit for anyways.

Then Neliel appeared and he thought that must have been it, but he continued to feel it. Something was building inside of him, almost like a climax he had only felt with his own hand. Neliel appeared to sense something as well and seemed fidgety and uneasy. Just as Ichigo turned to offer to take her back because he felt sorry for her, Neliel froze and looked at something behind him.

It was then that Ichigo felt the reiatsu. He supposed that it was extremely powerful from the way Neliel immediately fainted, but to Ichigo it felt good. Warm and cozy like a favorite sweatshirt that is still soft inside.

Ichigo slowly turned around and froze. It must be his imagination. He must be going crazy or something because there is no way he was seeing what he was seeing.

“Jirotoshi!?” Ichigo asked incredulously.

The albino arrancar that had been watching Ichigo so closely since he arrived furrowed his brow and studied Ichigo. That most certainly wasn’t the response he was looking for. He wanted awe and lust, most certainly, but he was confused by Ichigo’s reaction and the knowledge of his name.

“How do ya know my name?” He growled. “Did that brat tell ya?” He gestured at the kid who was still unconscious on the floor.

“No, it can’t be you…” Ichigo whimpered and took a step back from the look alike of his twin.

Jirotoshi, who was busy ogling the vizard that looked even more delicious in person, frowned.

“Who is it ya think I am?”

“Jirotoshi Kurosaki.” Ichigo said numbly. “Shiro…Shi.”

The fact that whoever Ichigo thought he was and Ichigo himself shared the same last name was no last on Jirotoshi.

“My brother. He died. But you can’t be…” Ichigo trailed off as the gears clicked in his brain as well as Jirotoshi’s. The fact that Jirotoshi lusted after his own brother didn’t bother him for a second, but it did complicate his plan for Ichigo to want him back.

“You-you’re really him aren’t you?” Ichigo threw himself at the zero espada, not knowing he was hugging one of the most dangerous creatures alive. “Shiro…” He hugged his twin tightly and Jirotoshi froze for a second.

He had no memories of being Ichigo’s brother, no memory of his life before death what so ever. But apparently Ichigo did. Jirotoshi’s pet which he had been watching from afar for far too long and was now so close and hugging him. Jirotoshi wrapped his arms around Ichigo as well and noted how perfectly he fit against him, his head tucked under Jirotoshi’s chin.

Ichigo was lithe, as Jirotoshi could tell from all the times watching him, but he could also feel muscle on him that made him pleased. Not to mention the fun fact that Ichigo didn’t seem inclined to release him yet.

Ichigo was having very different thoughts about Shiro although they amounted to the same thing. He was so happy to have his brother back, who had apparently been turned into a hollow. He wondered if their mother was as well, but decided to save that question for later.

Shiro looked so similar and yet different than Ichigo remembered. He was so tall and broad, although he had the same white hair and skin, but his eyes were black and gold like a hollows’ instead of the red he remember. Oddly enough, Ichigo thought it suited him.

The mask covering only a small portion of Shiro’s face told Ichigo that he was an arrancar, although he had no idea if he was an espada or not because he couldn’t see a number. But that didn’t matter; he had his brother back now.

He finally pulled away from the comfortable circle of Shiro’s arms and wiped his eyes- although he wasn’t crying damn it!

“Shiro, I never though I’d see you again.” Ichigo said and felt slightly uncomfortable for some reason under Shiro’s gaze which swept over him. Perhaps noting his shinigami clothing? Shiro himself was wearing plain white hakama like Ichigo’s own, but his shirt only covered half of his chest because on his right shoulder spiked jutted out.

“Are you loyal to Aizen?” Ichigo asked hesitantly when Shiro didn’t say anything. Shiro narrowed his eyes and suddenly grinned at Ichigo. It wasn’t really a grin, but more of a smirk. Than he picked Ichigo up and threw him over his shoulder, the one without the spikes, and sonido’d through the castle.

Ichigo protested at first, naturally, but Shiro delivered a sharp swat to his butt that made Ichigo yelp and turn red. Then he noticed that on Shiro’s back, the side which was bare because of the spikes was a number.

Zero.

“Sh-Shiro?” Ichigo stuttered and the grunted as he was dropped onto a bed. “Shiro, what are you doing?” He asked in confusion as Shiro braced his arms on either side of Ichigo’s head on the bed. Shiro straddled his waist like when they playfully wrestled as kids, but for some reason it made Ichigo feel different and he didn’t know if he liked it.

“Don’t ya trust me, Ichigo?” Shiro purred and leaned down close to Ichigo until their breath ghosted together.

“Do you even remember me, Shiro?” Ichigo asked the question he had been hesitating to ask.

Shiro recoiled and Ichigo felt his mouth go bitter at the truth.

“Does it matter, Ichi?” Shiro asked and cupped Ichigo’s chin. Ichigo was feeling really, really uncomfortable, but he didn’t know why. Then Shiro’s answer hit him like a ton of bricks.

“You don’t remember me.” Ichigo felt… heartbroken. To his horror, tears began to fill his eyes and he felt like he had lost Shiro all over again.

Jirotoshi was shocked when Ichigo started to all out cry and a need filled him to comfort his pet.

“Don’t cry, Ichi.” Shiro said and stroked his hair in a hopefully soothing manner, but it just seemed to make Ichigo cry harder. “Sh…” Jirotoshi scooped Ichigo into his arms so he wasn’t pinning him down and cradled him so Ichigo was straddling him with his head on his chest.

Shiro found that Ichigo was beautiful when he cried, and his brown eyes seemed rich and creamy against his skin. Ichigo sobbed harder and Shiro nudged Ichigo’s head away from his chest to wipe away his tears before closing the gap between them and kissing Ichigo.

Ichigo froze immediately and Shiro took the opportunity to purr in contentment and coax Ichigo’s mouth open, which dropped in surprise. His tongue flicked out to caress Ichigo’s and that was when Ichigo began to panic.

He nearly bit down on Shiro’s tongue, but he had the foresight to pull it back before he did so. Ichigo shoved at his chest and tried to get him to break the kiss but Shiro wouldn’t let go so easily. He continued to crush their mouths together roughly as Ichigo pounded on his chest. Shiro grabbed Ichigo’s jaw and tilted it to the side for a better angle but Ichigo decided enough was enough and punched him.

It wasn’t enough to hurt Jirotoshi, but it was enough to startle him and make him pull away. Shiro blinked in surprise as he saw that Ichigo was crying even harder now, but he looked pissed as well.

“You aren’t Shiro!” Ichigo yelled and kicked and screamed at him but Jirotoshi held him firmly.

“Ichigo…” Shiro growled and raised his reiatsu in an effort to make him weaker, but instead it seemed to make Ichigo calmer and melt into him. “I am Jirotoshi. Just ‘cuz I don’t remember ya doesn’t mean I’m not me.” He studied Ichigo’s lidded eyes and flushed cheeks for a second and wondered why his reiatsu affected Ichigo that way, not that he was complaining. “Of course, I would think I would remember someone as beautiful as ya.”

He smiled and nuzzled Ichigo’s cheek and breathed in his wonderful scent before kissing him again. Despite his calm and lethargic state, Ichigo reacted immediately.

“No!” He cried, “You aren’t Shiro, you can’t be! Shiro wouldn’t do this to me!”

“I am!” Jirotoshi growled and gripped Ichigo’s chin hard enough that Ichigo grimaced in pain. “Want me to prove it? Can ya think of an identifying mark on my body that only I would have?” Shiro smirked as Ichigo froze and swallowed.

“If you could look like him, you could copy that as well.”

“Then why would I make myself look like an arrancar?” Shiro shot back and Ichigo frowned before nodding.

“Fine. Let me see your hip.”

“Ya sure do move fast.” Shiro drawled and Ichigo flinched. Shiro frowned at the before he reluctantly pulled away from Ichigo to stand and bare undo his hakama slowly like a strip tease and then ease them down. He had a feeling he knew what Ichigo was looking for.

Sure enough, Ichigo froze as he saw the large cut on Jirotoshi’s hips that he had gotten when an older bully had cut him with an army knife because of his looks. Shiro ended up kicking his ass, which Jirotoshi didn’t remember, but Ichigo did.

“Shi…” On one hand Ichigo was ecstatic that he got his brother back, but on the other he seemed to lust after Ichigo, which was definitely a negative. “Alright, so you don’t remember me.” Ichigo said slowly and slipped off the bed on the opposite side of Shiro who narrowed his eyes at him suspiciously.

“But now you know we’re brothers, so you won’t kiss me anymore.”

“We’re brothers.” Shiro repeated with a grin and Ichigo relaxed, seeming to think he had gotten through, but then Shiro had sonid’d and was right there in front of him. He shoved Ichigo back onto the bed and crawled on top of him despite Ichigo’s resistance. “I don’t care.”

“Stop already!” Ichigo screamed and kicked out at Shiro who tried to pin him down again but Ichigo got in a lucky hit. Shiro hissed at the kick to the face and Ichigo tried to scramble off the bed by Jirotoshi grabbed his leg and yanked him back. He quickly moved in between the legs and grabbed Ichigo’s flailing arms before slamming them onto the bed so he was pinned.

For a moment Ichigo just panted while Jirotoshi wasn’t even winded. He allowed Ichigo only a moment to recover before he transferred his grip on Ichigo’s wrists to one hand and grabbed Ichigo’s chin. Ichigo tried to twist away this time and Shiro could read the panic and fear in his eyes before he kissed him.

Shiro moaned in pleasure as he tasted Ichigo, this time with his mouth held open so he couldn’t bite. He was hard already just from the kiss, although all the struggling Ichigo made him mad with desire as well. He ground his erection into Ichigo’s hip and smirked when he whimpered.

He pulled away with a pant and turned Ichigo’s head to the side to kiss the soft flesh and nip at it. “Shiro, no, brothers don’t do this.” Ichigo babbled and Shirosaki nuzzled his hair. “Shiro, please!”

“What do brothers do then?” Shiro asked and easily shifted Ichigo into their initial position where Ichigo was straddling his lap and crying. “Let me cuddle ya and kiss it all better, Ichi.”

Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered as Jirotoshi sucked on his throat and left a mark.

Shiro shouldn’t be doing this to Ichigo, it was sick and wrong, and Ichigo was just as messed up for liking it.

LINE

So what do you guys think? Like it, yes? No?

Also, who would mind there being StarrkxGrimmjow in this? There might be some explicit scenes. Usually I don’t like Grimmjow as uke and Starrk with anyone but Ichigo, but this is a pairing that I think is actually kind of hot =D

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