Dark Side of the Moon

This was a request by RamecupMiso.

Summary: Ichigo is a singer in a bar who is wanted by all the men in the town, and Shiro is a bandit. Shirosaki goes in for a drink at the bar Ichigo works and sees him, which spells trouble for the cross dressing Strawberry. This one is long- about 4,000 words, so enjoy!

Beta’d by Karissa Kitsune- thanks!

Warnings!!! Cross-dressing, smuts, yaoi, sex.

The Bar Singer

Ichigo couldn’t stand the leering, pervert men that came into the bar…stinking of road filth and horse manure. What creeps. Anybody who wanted to watch a man dress up like a woman is messed up in the head. Ichigo had gotten so many offers to sleep with them for money, but dressing up like this was bad enough, there was no way he was going to let those disgusting men touch him. Little did he know, after tonight he wouldn’t have to deal with all of them anymore, just one in particular.

Shirosaki pulled his cowboy hat lower so the brim his most of his face. Flipping the collar of his heavy trench coat up, he made his way into the bar that was alive with cheers and music. It was the perfect place to blend in with all of the other people, which was necessary when you were a lone bandit like Shirosaki. It didn’t help that his alabaster skin and hair stood out a lot, not to mention is black eyes with golden irises. So he kept his eyes shadowed with his hat and hair well hidden. The dirt from the road helped disguise his white skin and hair, but one could never be too careful.

So he stepped into the lively bar, pausing for a second at the sight that caught his eye. Bright orange hair and creamy white skin accented by a black ensemble of fishnet stockings, corset dress, complete with high heel boots and a feather boa. And a voice like a siren, calling for Shirosaki to take him away. The bandit just knew it (as did all of the other men in the bar).

He sidled up to the bar, yanking a leering man out of his seat and claiming it for himself. He had enough pride that he didn’t outright gape at the singing beauty sashaying his was down the bar, but he did stare. Especially when Ichigo- Shirosaki quickly learned his name from the screams of the crowd- would glance coyly out of the corner of his eye, hiding the rest of his face under the boa as he lifted an endlessly long leg and prop it up on a bar stool. But at least he didn’t drool. Much, that is.

The performance was over far too soon, even though it had been hours. All the men, and some women, wailed out their disappointment as the little vixen laughed and left the stage. What a minx. Shirosaki would have Ichigo if it was the last thing he did.

So he followed Ichigo as he left the bar, wearing normal clothes but they were tight in a way that made it difficult for Shirosaki to breathe. His long years of sneaking through the shadows came in handy as he watched the orange-haired creature. Just as he was about to make his move to snag the bar singer, a large dark haired man crashed into the lithe form and pinned him against the wall.

Ichigo yelped in surprise, his expression quickly turning into a scowl as he recognized the attacker. “Kenpachi! Again!?”

“Hey Ichi…”

Shirosaki growled under his breath at the man speaking to his Ichigo so familiarly.

“I told you I’m not for sale, Kenpachi.” Ichigo snarled and tried to squirm away.

Kenpachi ignored Ichigo’s word and fastened his mouth over the smaller man’s grinning widely as he was bitten hard on the lip for his trouble. “You’re so feisty Ichigo, I bet you’re great in bed.”

“I’m not interested you brute!”

Shirosaki had enough watching, he snuck behind the ‘brute’ and hit him hard on the back of the head with the butt of his gun. The large man collapsed, but Shirosaki knew it was only a matter of time before he came to. Ichigo looked rather relieved- not to mention much prettier up close- and opened his mouth to thank his savior when he was also knocked out.

Whistling merrily, the bandit scooped up his prize and threw him over his shoulder. “Don’t worry Ichi, you’ll love yur new place!”

He walked happily over to Zangetsu, his trusty steed, and carefully put his precious cargo over the horse’s back. Mounting behind said precious person, he made sure the orange haired singer was held firmly against him and urged Zangetsu into a gallop out of the town.

Shirosaki’s POV

The place I was hiding out at wasn’t much, but at least it was more of a house than a shack. With all of the flat planes around us, it was a nice little nook hidden in the forest at the base of the mountain. Nobody would think to look for me or Ichigo here.

Putting Zangetsu in the make-shift corral, he probably wouldn’t go anywhere even if I didn’t tie him up, I carried Ichigo into the house and dropped him onto the bed. He made a little groaning sound that made my groin throb and I turned away hastily. I wanted him fully awake for what I was going to do.

But now he was making little moaning noises under his breath and shifting on the bed. Damn. Luckily he was waking up, though. His brown eyes blinked open and he stared at me where I was hovering over him and let out a little scream, backing away hurriedly. I quickly grabbed his arms and slammed them on either side of his head, straddling his hips and holding his bucking body down.

“Calm down Ichi.” I cooed and leaned down to kiss him. Big mistake. For a cross dresser, Ichigo was fucking strong and he used that strength to butt his head hard against mine. I recoiled in pain, but didn’t let go. Glaring at the glowering man below me, I swooped down before he could move and assaulted his kissable lips. Mm, he was tasty. I didn’t dare sneak my tongue into his mouth for fear of it getting bitten off, but I nibbled on his lip kissed him as deeply as I could.

Grinding my hips downward, I froze as he let out a whimper of fear. Ah, shit. Pulling away, I glanced into his scared face and sighed. Rolling off of him, I stood. For all of my misdeeds, I wasn’t a rapist. I would wait for Ichigo to want me back.

“My names Shirosaki.” I said. “You’ll be staying with me for awhile.”

“Like hell I will!” He stood and tried to rush me but I easily caught him and threw him back down.

“You will. I’m not going to hurt ya, but ya will stay with me. Ya have such a pretty voice Ichi.” I drew my eyes down his body and forced myself to calm down as he gave a shiver. “You’ll come to want me too.”

I kept him chained up when I was gone, the chain long enough for him to use the bathroom or eat, but not to escape. I was never gone long, either. Just a few robberies or getting stuff we needed in town. We never stayed in one spot long. Luckily I managed to ‘commandeer’ a buggy to transport him in so I didn’t get any suspicious looks for riding with a tied up guy. Every night I made him sing for me, his voice lulling me to sleep as I cuddled against him. I learned a lot about him, and even told him a little bit about myself. I fell in lust with him the moment I first saw him, but now I had fallen even harder in love.

I remember the night he finally cracked under my advances. It was one of the rare times we got to sleep in an actual bed and I was busy spooning behind him and caressing whatever flesh I could reach. Normally he would automatically rebuke me and I would stop, but this time he breathed in sharply and pushed into my touch. It probably had something to do with my hand pumping his erection.

“Ah!”

And oh, that breathy little noise he made as he shivered in pleasure was just wonderful. I brought my mouth to his neck and nibbled lightly on the skin. I pushed his pants down all the way and parted his legs, sliding in between his crack and rubbing my dick against his entrance. He tensed as I added just the slightest amount of pleasure and jerked away. “No!”

I stopped, despite my desire to just fuck him. “I’ll be gentle.” I whispered soothingly and kept the slightest amount of pressure against his puckered hole until he bit his nip and nodded as acquiescence. Rolling him onto his stomach, I pulled his hips up so that he was kneeling and spread his legs apart. Positioning myself once more, I pressed inward. His dry, unprepared entrance was so tight it was almost painful. Ichigo made a high pitched whining sound and his eyes snapped open in confusion.

“It hurts…” He whispered in disbelief and tried to wiggle away. “I thought it only hurt for girl’s first time.” He reached a hand back and pushed at me chest. “Shiro, stop.”

“Sh…” I cooed and weaved my fingers through his, pinning his hands to the bed. “C’mon, don’t ask me that.” I couldn’t stop now that I finally had him, pushing steadily inside until I was filly sheathed.

“But…” He protested weakly and I noticed his hard on was flagging. “This feels so awful.” He whimpered and buried his face into the pillow. “Just get it over with.”

I frowned at the words but pleasure corroded my thoughts and selfishness overtook me. “As ya wish.” I moved slowly at first as compensation, but soon I was grunting and thrusting so hard the bed repeatedly hit the wall to hard the wood splintered. Underneath me Ichigo cringed, his face screwed up in pain and tensing around me so much it was difficult to move. “Ya need to relax.”

He whimpered and tucked his head even further in the pillow, making his back bow slightly. “It still doesn’t feel good?” I murmured worriedly and moved one hand down to pump him back into erectness. He felt so good around me that it was hard to think about his pleasure as well. I felt how dry and tight he still was and growled lightly, burying my face into his shoulder and stroking him faster in an attempt to get him to come.

I moved faster too, thinking that the sooner I got this over with the better it was for him. When I finally came, his beautiful face had a light sheen of sweat and he was biting his lower lip so hard it was bleeding. I knew I had hurt him, but was it awful that it was still the best sex I had ever had? Probably.

Pulling out of him, I eyed the blood and semen leaking out of him warily. He probably didn’t need medical attention, but I still wouldn’t let him ride, or do anything else for that matter, for a few days. He was still hard, but even that was flagging with my inattention and when I tried to kiss him he turned away. Anger flared within me and I grabbed his shoulder, flipping him onto his back and slamming my mouth over his. He gave a muffled protest but as my tongue jabbed into his mouth he relaxed and kissed back a little. In return I lessoned my assault and poured the love I felt for him into it, reaching down to fondle him when he jerked away.

“No, it’s okay.” He protested, his face flushed so deliciously I wanted another go, but I held myself back.

“Ya haven’t come yet.”

He winced and moved my hand away. “Another time, I’m too…sore for that right now.”

“It will help take the pain off.” I murmured, trying to ignore the uncomfortable and unfamiliar feeling of guilt welling in my chest.

“Please, can we just go to sleep?” He begged, his eyes looking into mine searchingly. I sighed and nodded, pulling him against me.

“It won’t hurt as much next time.” I said as I stroked his back comfortingly.

He tensed as I said that, probably too caught up in the pain to even think about ‘next time.’

“Shiro, do you love me?” He asked softly after a few minutes of quiet.

I didn’t answer immediately, but pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses to his neck as I thought. I wasn’t certain at first, but I was now. “I do love you.”

He sighed and finally went to sleep, cradled comfortably in my arms. He could barely move out of bed for a few days while I fretted over him and wondered if I should get him looked at. But he started walking easier and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I tied him up, still not trusting him to stay put, and rode into town when I was confident he was better. I got some supplies and most importantly, some of that frilly smelling goop that women like to put on to make their skin softer. But it was slick and I figured it was something that could help make fucking Ichigo easier, and I didn’t want to use anything of the grease I had for the leather cuz I didn’t know if it would hurt him.

When I got back the first thing I did was run to Ichigo’s room and pounce on his bound form. He made a little muffled noise of surprise through the gag- you never know if somebody might come snooping so I didn’t want him to make noise. I yanked the cloth out of his mouth and kissed him frantically, yanking his and my clothes off while he tried to keep up with a slightly confused expression.

When I dragged a finger of his entrance however, he tensed and shot up, rolling off the bed and falling onto the floor with a loud thump. Blinking, I peaked over the edge at his sprawled form and cocked my head to the side. “What’re ya doing down there Ichi?”

He blushed and stood timidly, taking a step back as I reached for him to drag him back onto the bed. “I- I don’t want to.” He stuttered and looked to the side, his hand covering his genitals in embarrassment.

I blinked, then frowned. “Ooh, I get it, yur afraid of getting hurt again.” I said knowingly. He scowled at me with a red flush that only turned me one more.

“Don’t say it like it’s nothing!” He snapped. “I could barely move for a week!”

“Don’t worry, I got something to help!” I yelled gleefully and leaped to the saddlebag I brought inside with my purchases. He stared at me in confusion as I fumbled through them, looking uncertain at my happy expression as I brandished the jar.

“…What is it?” He asked, coming closer in curiosity despite his fear. I took the opportunity to pounce, slamming him against the bed in glee.

“Because you don’t get wet down there naturally.” I gestured at his lower region. “I got something that will make you slick.”

He looked a little dubious as he eyed the jar suspiciously. “Will you stop this time if it hurts too much?” He asked, his beautiful brown eyes fixed on mine. I frowned and once again tried to ignore the burn of guilt in my chest.

“You’ll like it.” I promised and rocked my hips to rub our erections together. He threw his head back and moaned, but shifted away as I started to spread his legs.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“You’ll never enjoy sex if ya don’t get used to it!” I protested and grabbed a hold of his wrists, pinning them above his head and covering his mouth with mine.

He jerked away and glared at me, suddenly struggling. “Fuck you, you bastard! I don’t want this if I can’t trust you!”

There was that fucking burn again. Letting out a deep sigh, I slumped over him and released his hands. I kissed his neck gently and then pulled away. “I promise to stop this time if it hurts too much.”

He blinked at me, then smiled hesitantly, making me want to melt. Instead I grinned and grabbed the jar, unscrewing the top and dipping my fingers inside. Figuring that the more we used the better I moved them to his entrance and pushed two of them inside of him. He hissed and bit his lower lip, tensing at the slight pain. Making sure I was good to my word I stopped the movement and bent closer to him. “Does it hurt?”

He nodded, but opened his eyes. “Yeah, but it almost feels…” He struggled with the word and instead let his eyes close again. He hadn’t told me to stop yet so I started moving the fingers around. He was still really tense and was shifting around in discomfort, but when I pressed down slightly his hips suddenly jerked up and he gave a sharp cry. I stared at him in surprise as my dick jumped and leaned forward eagerly.

“Was that good?”

“Yes! Fuck, yes!” He cried and pushed his hips back, wiggling them around to try and get me to hit that spot again. “Please, more!”

I grinned lecherously and pulled them out before smearing some of the slick gunk over my erection and not wasting a second before pushing in. Ichigo tensed again and his previously pleasured expression looked a little strained.

“Shi?” He asked uncertainly.

“What?” I asked through gritted teeth, gripping his hips tightly as I shoved myself in the rest of the way.

He jerked and dug his nails into my shoulders. “Ow!”

Damn. “Sorry Ichi…” I panted with the exertion of holding myself back. “I can hit that spot again.” I added hopefully.

“Yeah, just give me a second.” He said and moved one of his hands that had previously been on my shoulder down to his erection and started to work himself quickly.

“Oi, don’t come yet!” I muttered with a frown and shifted ever so slightly inside him. He gave me a glare in return and scowled at me.

“It’s to distract me from the pain, asshole.” He snarled.

I glared right back at him and pulled all the way out before slamming back in. He cried out, he legs clamping around my waist tightly as I moved swiftly in and out of him. His hands moved above his head and he grabbed a hold of the bars of the head board, gripping them so tightly his knuckles turned white.

“I said to give me a second!” He yelled, his slim yet strong torso lifting off the bed with the force of my thrusts.

“It’s been a second.” I retorted and braced one of my hands next to his head as I pistoned fluidly within him. “Does it feel better than before?”

He nodded, screwing his eyes shut and timidly pushed back against my thrusts. “It still feels like your splitting me in half, but that spot inside of me feels so good…” He trailed of breathlessly and I couldn’t help grinning smugly.

“It’s cuz I’m so big ta yur tiny body.”

He glowered at me and then did something I never expected. His legs slid up to my back and his arms around my neck then fucking clenched around me while rolling his hips. I think I made a stupid little groaning noise and he grinned just as smugly back at me.

“Cheeky brat.” I growled and yanked his legs up and over my shoulder. He gasped and arched his back, his arms still around my neck tugging me into a kiss. I happily reciprocated, sneaking a hand in between our sweaty bodies to stroke him.

“You’re so big…” He whispered as he broke away from out kiss. “I can almost feel you in my stomach.”

I snickered and pressed a hand to his slender tummy, grinning as I could feel the movement inside of him. “It’s like ya were made for me.” I said as I nuzzled his cheek. “Ever since I saw ya in that bar, I knew ya were the only one for me.”

He stared up at me with his mouth slightly open and his gaze never breaking away from mine. “I know.” He answered and I felt my heart sing. “I think…I love you too.” He blushed and averted his eyes, tugging me close so I couldn’t see his expression. I grinned madly and picked up my pace, pumping him even harder as we both drew closer.

“Come with me.” I commanded. He gave a pleasure moan in agreement and tightened even more around me as white fluid shot out of him and spurted over his torso. The convulsing, wet heat around me was too much and I came inside of him.

Damn. That was even better than before.

I pulled out of his trembling body and was pleased to see that there was considerably less blood this time. Grinning in a way that I knew looked stupid but I didn’t care, I wrapped my arms around him in a tight hug and kissed his cheek. He was still panting, his chest heaving up and down in exhaustion and looked like he was about to fall asleep.

“You’re so perfect.” I said happily. He glared at me but that didn’t deter my euphoric state in the slightest.

“How can you be so damned chipper when all I want to do it sleep for ten years?” He asked accusingly.

“I’m just that good.” I replied and licked the end of his nose. He looked highly affronted but didn’t say anything more as he yawned and slipped off into sleep.

I never stopped robbing banks or various other misdeeds to society, but we did settle down into a slightly domestic life. Well, domestic for us. Ichigo got a job singing in a bar, with the condition that I was there every night he performed, making sure the men kept their grubby hands to themselves. We ended up getting a ranch a little way from town where nobody could here Ichigo scream.

And I made damn well made sure that Ichigo never dressed up for anybody but me. I allowed him to sing for others, but only because it made me that much smugger that I was the only one he would be taken home. And that was the way it would always be.

LINE

I hope everyone enjoyed it! I thought Shirosaki and Ichigo’s first time together was a bit more realistic, but I couldn’t just leave it as that so I added a second lemon :D

What full length story should I write next- one with Grimmjow or Stark? If StarkxIchigo gets chosen here is the plot summary: What would happen if on that fateful day when Ichigo was nine, he died along with his mother and became an Arrancar. Aizen makes Ichigo Stark's fraccion and they find unexpected romance. There is a few other one sided yaoi pairings with Ichigo as well.

If GrimmjowxIchigo gets chosen here is the plot summary: Alternate Universe/ werewolf/ high school fic. Ichigo gets bitten by a 'dog' one night while walking home from school and he starts to change. Like usual, uke-Ichigo with males (and some females) drooling all over him. A bit of blood and gore too.

For those that are confused, Stark and Grimmjow are neck and neck in votes while Shirosaki and Kenpachi are way behind, so I am narrowing it down to these two choices.