Dark Side of the Moon

Summary: Valentine’s Day is known as many things…well, not really. But to Kurosaki Ichigo it is known as single’s awareness day.

WARNINGS!!! Lemon, yaoi, smut, sex, ooc, the usual.

Single’s Awareness

Ichigo hated Valentine’s Day. For all the gifts and chocolates he got from numerous girls, not one of them he liked. He really did want to find love, but nobody seemed to enflame that spark in him. So instead of going out with his friends on Valentine’s Day, he stayed in, sulking in his inner world.

“Ya know King, yur not really single.” Ichigo glared at his inner hollow and turned his head away. “Cuz ya got me! And Zan too.” He added as an after thought. “What more could ya want?”

“A girlfriend.” Ichigo groused, burying his head into his arms.

“Pft.” Shirosaki snorted and flopped beside his idiotic ruler. “What do ya need girls for? There all soft and squishy.” He shuddered and then eyed Ichigo’s body appreciatively. “What ya need is something hard and rough that will make ya ache for days.” Ichigo mumbled something into his arms that made Shirosaki laugh. “C’mon Ichi, ya know ya want it.” Scooting closer to Ichigo, Shirosaki dragged his hand lightly across his spine.

“Stop it Shi.” Ichigo batted the hand away. “I’m trying to angst.”

“And I’m trying to feel ya up.”

Ichigo cracked an eye open to glance at his inner hollow’s grinning face. “I was being serious.”

“So was I.” Ichigo slowly turned so he was sitting and stared at his hollow who was now crawling between his legs. “I can do things ta ya that no girl ever could.” Shirosaki promised as he gripped the hakama-covered knees and pushed them further apart. “All ya have ta do is call my name and I’ll be there.”

Ichigo let his mouth part as Shiro kissed his lips gently, and then bit down lightly. “Shiro…”

Shirosaki grinned and slid his hand up Ichigo’s torso and ever-so-slowly parted the black kimono. “Yur mine King, and you’ll never be single again.”

“That sounds like a threat.” Ichigo whispered, leaning closer to Shirosaki for another kiss which was quickly granted.

“It’s a promise…and a threat.” Shirosaki kissed his was down Ichigo’s neck and sucked on the hollow of his throat. “Stick by me and I’ll make sure no one else hurts ya.”

“What about you?” Ichigo said through gasps for breath, entwining his fingers in those white strands.

“Hm, a little pain never went awry.” To prove his statement his bit down lightly on one of Ichigo’s nipples, rolling it in between his teeth as the orange-head moaned and started fumbling to untie Shirosaki’s kimono. “Eager King?”

“Shut up, you want this just as much as me.”

“So true, partner.” The hollow allowed Ichigo to push his kimono off of his shoulders before undoing Ichigo’s own while he stared. “Take a picture, it lasts longer.”

“Tch, asshole.” Ichigo reached a hand up and gently touched the ripped abs in wonder. “Aren’t we supposed to be the same person? I don’t look like that.”

“Sure ya do. And besides, it’s not like were exactly the same, ya have orange hair and a tan while I’m white.”

“I guess.” Ichigo still didn’t look certain, but pushed it to the back of his mind as Shirosaki snuck a hand into his hakama. “Shiro!”

“What, ya think this would stay pg-13? Like hell it is, we’re gonna fuck.”

“Don’t say it like that.” Ichigo blushed and leaned back down as Shirosaki disposed of the rest of his clothes. “Let me see you too.”

The hollow grinned and stood up, slowly untying his hakama and letting his drop. Ichigo gaped as he caught sight of Shirosaki’s erection jutting proudly from a thatch of white hair. “You’re…”

“Big, I know. I think it comes from being a part of ya and part sword.”

“Oh.” Ichigo continued to stare while Shirosaki grinned smugly and crawled back onto him. “How is this going to work exactly?”

“Heh, yur such a virgin King.”

“Shut up! If you’re just going to make fun of me I’m leaving.” Ichigo started to stand up but Shirosaki was quick to grab a hold of him and yank him back down. Covering the orange-head’s mouth hastily, Shirosaki pushed his tongue in and explore the wet mouth while rubbing his erection against Ichigo’s.

He pulled away and nuzzled the orange locks before nudging the legs further apart. “I’m not making fun of ya, I like that I’m yur first.” Ichigo nodded, his head blissfully in the clouds as Shirosaki groped him. “Good, now get my fingers nice and wet and I’ll show ya how this works.”

“M’kay.” Ichigo said around a mouthful of said fingers. He sucked on them, swirling his tongue around the tips and making Shirosaki groan.

“That’s enough.” He yanked them away and moved them down to his King’s entrance. “Don’t tense, this’ll hurt ya probably.”

Ichigo squirmed as Shirosaki added a finger and pumped it in and out of him. “It feels weird.” He whined.

“Course it fucking does.” The hollow growled and added a second finger. Ichigo winced and the aching pain and tried to shift his hips in a more comfortable position. “Heh, you really are a tight ass.”

“Fuck you Shi!” Ichigo snapped, his temper thin in his pain.

“Nah, fuck ya.” He pressed down hard on Ichigo’s prostate and grinned at the moan it produced. “That’s enough for now, I can’t wait ta get in ya.”

“Ungh, Shiro.” Ichigo mumbled as his legs were lifted up and over Shirosaki’s shoulder and something much larger than two fingers nudged his entrance.

“Ya can scream as loud as ya want here.” That was the end of the hollow’s gentleness for the night. He penetrated Ichigo in one thrust, making sure to hold onto his legs tightly as Ichigo screamed and writhed beneath him, abusing the delicate rectum. “Yur too tense King.” He pulled out and shoved back harshly into Ichigo’s tight ass, “Ya need to relax.”

“I would be able to relax if you weren’t ripping me apart you bastard!” Ichigo yelled, and then screamed as another thrust came.

“Push back against me.”

“Agh! No way!” Ichigo yelled, desperately clawing at the side of the building he was getting fucked into.

“Tch, whatever. It’s yur pain.”

Ichigo let out another keening wail as Shirosaki twisted his hips and eyed the hollow suspiciously. Gulping nervously, he pushed back against the violent intruder and gasped as a wave of pleasure rolled through him. “O-oh!”

“Heh, that’s what I thought.”

“God, Shiro, faster!”

That was one order that Shirosaki was happy to comply with, lifting Ichigo’s hips clear off the building as he continued to piston in and out of him erratically.

“Harder you asshole!” Ichigo screamed.

Shirosaki glared at that and decided to give him exactly what he asked for. Cracks appeared on the building below Ichigo as Shirosaki drove in and out of him without remorse. Ichigo but his lip at the sharp pain, but breath-taking pleasure and clung to the white shoulders as he was pushed past his limit.

“Come for me Ichi.” Shirosaki breathed into Ichigo’s ear, grinning at the whimper as his king did just that. The vizard’s tight body contracted around his erection and Shiro groaned, continuing his thrusts until it was almost painful. “Yur mine, all mine.” Shirosaki purred and gave Ichigo’s ear a lick before spilling his come inside of his uke.

While Ichigo caught his breath, Shirosaki pulled out of him- ignoring the wiggle and whine of discomfort- and got to work cleaning up his lover. He tsked him as he wiped up the white mess on his stomach and the pink fluid leaking out of his rectum. “Yur so messy.”

“It’s your fault.”

“Tch, true.” Shirosaki leaned down and nuzzled Ichigo’s cheek. “But ya like it.”

“Mmm” Ichigo didn’t agree or disagree, but rather wrapped his arms around the white body and cuddled close to him. “I’m sleepy. And sore.” He cracked an eye wide enough to glare at Shirosaki.

“If ya think so now, just wait until the morning.” Shirosaki smirked and kissed his king. “Ya better go back to yur world and sleep; you’ll just be in more pain if ya stay here and sleep on these hard buildings.”

“But I wanna stay with you.” Ichigo mumbled and moved closer to Shirosaki.

“The things I do for my King.” Shirosaki said fondly as he pulled his precious partner against his chest and allowed him to rest their comfortably. “Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”

“Love you Shi.” Ichigo said, before falling asleep immediately after.

Shirosaki stared at his King for a second before petting the orange strands. “Love ya too, Ichi.”

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I intended to write the ‘Bar Singer’ next, but I thought I should do something for Valentine’s Day. Hope you enjoyed!

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