Dark Side of the Moon

Summary: Ichigo is sick and tired of always giving everything to his lover Shirosaki and not getting anything back. But when Shirosaki forgets to attend Isshin’s funeral with him, it’s the last straw. Ichigo and Shirosaki are both about 25.

Crave-the-rave requested a “guilty! Shiro. Where he did something to Ichigo, then regrets it.”

Beta’d by KitsuneKiri.

The usual warnings. Character death for Isshin.

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Guilt 01

Shirosaki let his forehead drop to the door as he pressed against it, listening to his lover sob on the other side. “Listen Ichigo, I’m really really sorry.”

“Shut up you bastard, do you know how I feel right now!? My father is dead and my own boyfriend couldn’t even be bothered to support me at his funeral!”

The albino winced. He didn’t really mean to not go, he just…forgot. He always seemed to forget. His lover’s birthday, parties they’re going to, anniversaries. Don’t get him wrong, he loved Ichigo more than anything else in the world, but he just couldn’t seem to remember some things. It was always Ichigo that was asking Shirosaki what he wanted for dinner, how his day went, or if there was anything he could do for him. Shiro knew that, and normally when they had these fights he could sweet talk Ichigo into not being mad, but he had a feeling that this wasn’t going to be one of those times.

He jerked away from the door as it was suddenly pulled open and he stared down at his beautiful strawberry who wasn’t even trying to wipe his red, teary eyes. He stepped forward to wrap him in a hug but was promptly shoved away. Shirosaki stared at him in surprise and flinched as Ichigo glared at him.

“I’m staying with Yuzu and Karin tonight. I’ll come get my stuff tomorrow, I’m moving back in with them.”

“But, Ichigo-” Shirosaki tried to protest but was cut off by a sharp slap to the face.

“We’re through.” Ichigo grabbed his wallet and his keys from by the door and stormed out, leaving Shirosaki to stare after him, broken hearted.

He knew that once Ichigo cooled down he would realize he didn’t really want to leave Shirosaki. After all they had been together for almost five years now. He wasn’t going to throw that away over a missed funeral, was he?

Sighing and flopping onto the couch, Shirosaki stared at their apartment, trying to imagine it without Ichigo. His heart clenched and he gritted his teeth. No, that wouldn’t happen. Ichigo was not going to leave him! He would do anything to get his beloved back.

Little did he know how serious Ichigo was. The next day Ichigo, along with his friend Renji, got most of his stuff and left. Shirosaki tried to talk to the orange haired man, but it wasn’t any use. Ichigo had made up his mind. He already hurt so much already over his father’s death, he just couldn’t handle anymore.

A week went by of Shirosaki stopping by the Kurosaki house and calling non stop. All three of the siblings had no tolerance for it and wanted to be left alone to morn. But that didn’t stop him. He wasn’t so easily dissuaded when he wanted something, as shown by his relentless pursuit of Ichigo when they first started dating.

When Ichigo finally did return Shiro’s call, it didn’t go the way he planned at all. “Hey Ichi, I really miss ya. When are you coming home?”

“Coming home? I thought you would have forgotten me by now.” Ichigo said coldly and hung up. Shirosaki winced as guilt twisted his stomach. He missed Ichigo so bad and it had only been a week! He couldn’t go on like this any longer.

Shirosaki got a tip off from an old family friend Urahara Kisuke that he saw Ichigo in a restaurant. He didn’t waste a moment of time before jumping into his car and driving madly to the scene. But what he saw when he got there wasn’t what he expected at all.

Shirosaki could only stare as Ichigo shifted uncomfortably under the arm that was draped over his shoulder. “Ichigo.” The albino hissed.

“Shirosaki.” Ichigo said awkwardly, trying to move away from the blue haired man but he just gripped his shoulder tighter and glared at Ichigo’s ex boyfriend.

“You move pretty fast, don’t ya?” Shirosaki said bitingly, scowling not at Ichigo but the man who dared to be so close to the man he loved.

“This- this isn’t…”

“Why don’t you just tell him about us, Ichi?” The man purred and leaned over to lick Ichigo’s ear. Ichigo turned red rapidly and shoved him away.

“This is my friend Grimmjow.” Ichigo said, emphasizing the word friend much to Grimmjow’s disgruntlement and Shirosaki’s pleasure.

“Hm, it’s good to see ya Ichigo.” Shiro said, staring into Ichigo’s brown eyes. “I keep calling, but your sisters won’t let me talk to ya and ya never call me back…”

“I just thought it would be easier.” The orange haired boy winced and bit his lower lip. “This really isn’t the place to be talking about this.”

“Fine, let’s go back to our apartment.” Shirosaki said, snatching Ichigo’s hand and starting to yank him along before he could protest.

“W-wait! Shirosaki!” He half heartedly tried to get free but he ended up just sighing and looking back over his shoulder. “Sorry Grimmjow, I’ll catch you later.”

Shirosaki did not once let up on his tight grip on his ex-boyfriend’s hand the entire way to their apartment. “Let go of me, I can walk on my own.” Ichigo scowled darkly by the albino pretended not to hear him.

Opening the door to their apartment in a much happier mood than Ichigo, Shirosaki instantly rounded on the orange haired man and wrapped his arms around the lithe body. Ichigo froze as memories of loving embraces swept through him while his ex boyfriend leaned down and kissed him deeply. Ichigo was so tempted to melt into it, but was promptly snapped back into reality when Shiro’s hand dipped down the back of his pants.

Jerking away, Ichigo hissed in irritation. “Shiro, no!” Shirosaki ignored him and continued to place wet, biting kisses along his neck. “I’m still mad at you!”

With a huff Shirosaki finally pulled away and rested his forehead against Ichigo’s. “Is this about that asshole Grimmjow? I won’t let him take you away from me-”

A sharp slap rocked Shirosaki’s face to the side and he stared down incredulously at Ichigo who had tears brimming in his eyes. “Grimmjow is my friend! He was trying to cheer me up since my father died! And all you can fucking think about is yourself-”

It was Ichigo’s turn to be cut off with a light kiss on his lips. “Is that what you think? That I only care about myself? I love ya so much Ichigo…”

“Tch, the only time you tell me that is when you want to get laid.” Ichigo said resentfully and turned his head to the side.

“Please Ichigo, I do care about ya! Let me prove it!” Shirosaki said as he stared into Ichigo’s brown eyes pleadingly.

Ichigo eyed Shirosaki hesitantly and pulled away, lifting his hands to his eyes to wipe away a few stray tears. “You want to prove it to me?” Shirosaki nodded eagerly. “Fine. I will be staying with Karin and Yuzu.” Shirosaki wanted to protest but thought better of it. “If you can handle that and no sex for a month, I will move back in.”

“Does this mean we’re still dating?” Shirosaki asked with a broad grin.

Biting his lower lip, Ichigo studied the albino and sighed heavily. “Yes.”

With unrestrained glee Shirosaki pounced on Ichigo and began to shower his face in kisses that were promptly batted away. “Remember what I said, no sex for a month.”

Shirosaki nodded and was about to continue with the kisses when Ichigo promptly shoved him off and got to his feet a little shakily. “I need to go apologize to Grimmjow, I’ll call you later.”

“What?” Shirosaki said as he tried to snag Ichigo again and was dodged. “Who cares about him? I’ll make lunch and then we’ll cuddle and watch a movie and-”

Ichigo placed his finger to his boyfriend’s lips and he instantly quieted. “I’ll call you, okay?”

“Okay…” Shirosaki’s shoulders slumped forward dejectedly. “Love ya Ichi.”

“See you later.” And Ichigo left, leaving a burning sensation in Shirosaki’s gut about the unreturned sentiment. But at least they weren’t broken up anymore! The happy thought made him grin for a few minutes until he remembered the conditions. No sex for an entire month. “Damn.” Well, how bad could it be?

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Shirosaki shifted uncomfortably in the hard seat of the booth he was currently sitting at with four pairs of eyes glaring at him menacingly. Why oh why did he think it would be a good idea to join Ichigo with his sisters and friends for breakfast? Not to mention Ichigo was currently up at the counter placing their orders while Shirosaki was stuck with Yuzu, Karin, Rukia and Renji. All of him looked like they would have no problem killing him and throwing his mangled body in a ditch somewhere.

But he refused to back down. He grinned broadly at them despite the awkward tension and made a show of putting his arm around Ichigo when he finally came back. He would do anything for his Ichi after all.

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Two weeks. Two weeks since Shirosaki agreed not to have sex with Ichigo so his beloved would move back in. Not counting the week before that when Ichigo had left to begin with. That meant three weeks- three! - that he had gone without sex. And all he wanted to do was pin Ichigo to the table and ravish him.

This would probably be a bad idea, seeing how they were in the middle of eating dinner with Yuzu and Karin at their house. The smug little bitches seemed to know exactly what Shirosaki was thinking as they smirked over at his twitchy eyebrow. Although it could have been they were fully aware of Ichigo’s ignorance as he molested his spoon. Who knew cutlery could be so sexy?

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Ichigo stared as Shirosaki shifted from foot to foot, fiddling with the flowers in his hands. “What did you say?”

“I said happy anniversary.” Shirosaki said, a little uncertainly now.

“You remembered?” Ichigo asked, still obviously flabbergasted that Shirosaki not only didn’t forget, but also got him flowers.

“Well yeah-”

Throwing his arms around the albino’s neck, Ichigo kissed him passionately, ignoring the flowers that were unceremoniously dropped to the ground as Shirosaki wrapped his arms around him. As he deepened the kiss, tasting and exploring Ichigo’s familiar mouth, he had to constantly remind himself that he had a week left of no sex and that his hands weren’t allowed to wander.

But he didn’t manage to get a good squeeze in of that delicious ass before Ichigo pulled away with a blush. “Love ya.” Shirosaki said with a grin as he nuzzled the orange hair.

“Love you too.” Ichigo mumbled and Shirosaki grinned a little wider. He almost had his Ichigo completely back.

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Two days. Just two days left now. Shirosaki had to use all his self restraint whenever he was alone with Ichigo. Who knew how hard this could be? And now Ichigo was staring at him seriously from across the table and Shiro could feel his heart lurch uncomfortably. “We need to talk Shirosaki.”

“Er, what about?” Don’t say about moving back in with me. Don’t say about moving back in with me. Shirosaki chanted in his head while his leg bounced under the table in a nervous tick.

“It’s about moving back in with you.”

Fuck. “What about it?”

“It’s just that…now with dad gone, Karin and Yuzu are all alone in that house. I know they are old enough to be on their own, but it’s hard for them.” Shirosaki frowned and nodded to show his understanding. “So I was thinking…”

“You’re not going to move back in with me, are ya?” Shirosaki said sadly, slumping in his seat.

“Yeah, but that’s not-”

“Fine, I get it. I’m a bad boyfriend; I’ll try not to bother ya anymore.” Shirosaki made to get up but Ichigo’s hand darted out and grabbed Shirosaki’s wrist.

“Shut up and sit down, I haven’t finished yet idiot.” Ichigo said with a scowl. Shirosaki reluctantly sat and started at the table, trying to ignore the guilt that was still inside of him. “I’m not going to move back in with you, but that’s because I want you to move in with me.”

“Wait, what?” Shirosaki blinked in confusion. “What do ya mean?”

“You and I can take the master bedroom while Karin and Yuzu stay in the rooms they’re already in. That way Karin and Yuzu have us with them and it’s closer to both of our jobs and…” Ichigo trailed off as he stared at Shirosaki. “You don’t like the idea?” He asked uncertainly.

Shirosaki leaned across the table and kissed him slowly before pulling back. “I love it. But what will Karin and Yuzu think?”

“They’ve always liked you; they were just pissed at you because I was pissed at you.”

Smiling, Shirosaki kissed Ichigo again. “I think it’s a great idea.”

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Ichigo and Shirosaki tumbled into bed, the latter all over the former with kisses and swift gropes. Gasping, Ichigo tried to think straight but it was impossible with Shirosaki yanking his shirt off and then diving down to bite and lick his nipples. “F-fuck, slow down Shi, it’s only been a month!”

With a growl Shirosaki got to work on Ichigo’s pants and yanked them off along with his boxers. “Five weeks. It’s been five weeks.” He said as he admired Ichigo’s slim and leaking erection. “And I love ya so much…” He pressed butterfly kisses to Ichigo’s hip bones and spread his lover’s trembling legs apart. “So much it hurts.” He dropped his head down and enveloped his beautiful Ichigo to the hilt. The head of his erection pressed against the back of his throat but it was worth it to hear the orange haired man scream and arch his back.

“Shiro, Shiro, Shiro!!!” Ichigo screamed, chanting his name and lifting his hips to get more of the sensation. “Please!”

Ichigo must have felt the tension of no sex too for him to be acting like this, Shirosaki thought. But he wasn’t going to complain, no. In fact he was going to take advantage of it. Pulling his mouth away from Ichigo’s length and smirking at the whimper, Shirosaki wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Hand me the lube, would ya Ichi?”

Blinking and trying to make sense of Shirosaki’s words, Ichigo leaned over to the bedside table and fumbled in the drawers. Lifting the half empty tube he glanced at Shirosaki. “Masturbating much?”

“Shut up, it’s your fault.” Shirosaki grumbled and snatched the lube from his hands. “Do ya want to be on your stomach or back?”

Hesitating for a second, Ichigo gnawed on his bottom lip. “Back.”

“Ya sure? It has been awhile…” Shirosaki said as he rubbed his lubed fingers of Ichigo’s tight hole, prodding it for emphasis.

“I want to see you.” Ichigo said, blushing red and turning his head to the side. Smiling goofily, the albino could only kiss him again. Internally debating about how much he should prepare Ichigo, Shirosaki slid a single finger inside the other. The tight clenching around the digit and Ichigo’s uncomfortable shifting made the albino glad that he had only started with one.

“Shi!” Ichigo dug his nails into the bed as Shirosaki moved it in and out of him before adding a second. Ichigo winced at the pain, but it wasn’t anything he hadn’t been through before so he tried to relax and breathe deeply through his nose.

“You good?” Shirosaki asked and spread his fingers apart, digging them around until he found the spot that made Ichigo scream and clutch at him desperately. “Guess so.”

“Shi, please…” Ichigo whined and pushed back on the fingers trying to get more of the pleasure. “That’s enough, just fuck me already!”

“Not yet. I’m going to make love to ya and I want ya to be all nice and ready.” He kissed Ichigo’s bellybutton and dipped his tongue in playfully while Ichigo squirmed.

“I’m ready, please just do it already!”

“No.” Shirosaki said simply and introduced a third finger. Panting, Ichigo turned his head to the side as he tried to adjust to the extra stretch. “See? You’re not ready quite yet. Just be patient.” Ichigo couldn’t get a word out before he was moaning as his prostate was stimulated yet again.

“I really am ready.” The orange haired man protested. “Really.”

“Hm.” Shirosaki smirked and pressed his fingers down again just to see Ichigo gasp for breath and claw at his arms. He thought about prolonging the torture just to hear Ichigo beg some more, but his dick was already protesting loudly and demanding attention. So he pulled away and quickly stripped off his shirt and shoved his pants off before crawling onto his lover again.

Ichigo eagerly wrapped his arms and legs around Shirosaki and kissed him deeply while the pale man guided his erection to Ichigo’s entrance. He finally pressed in and Ichigo gasped in his mouth, stiffening slightly as Shirosaki stroked his sides soothingly and continued on slowly. When he was fully sheathed he pulled away from the kiss and looked down at the strawberry shivering underneath him.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just give me a second to adjust.” Ichigo said with his voice slightly strained from pain. “It’s been awhile.”

“Mm, I know.” The albino only shifted slightly and slid his hand in between their bodies to grasp Ichigo’s erection. Pumping it a few times, he was happy to feel Ichigo relax a little and give a little sigh.

“Move.” Ichigo demanded through clenched teeth.

Shirosaki wasn’t stupid enough to disobey. He went slowly at first, but the small little mewls and whimpers Ichigo was making spurred him to thrust erratically while jerking Ichigo’s leaking erection. “Fuck, please!”

Shirosaki growled in response and started to thrust even harder and faster until the sound of their skin slapping together dominated the room.

“More!”

He wanted more, did he? Well Shirosaki was going to give him more. Abandoning his lover’s erection, he hooked his hands underneath Ichigo’s knees and pressed them up until he had the smaller man almost bent in half. Ichigo only groaned in response and reached down to pump himself quickly while clenching around the albino.

“I’m close…” Ichigo said through quick breaths.

“Me too.” Shirosaki panted and moved his hands to Ichigo’s hips, yanking the other man’s body to meet his powerful thrusts. So fucking close. They kissed each other frantically, barely parting for air as they grew closer and closer to climax.

“Ungh!” Ichigo came first, his back arching and his toes twitching while white fluid shot in between their bodies. Shirosaki tried to hold out longer but it was too much for him. Sinking his teeth into Ichigo’s neck, the albino jerked sporadically and filled his lover with his release.

He collapsed onto Ichigo while they both caught their breath. Shirosaki finally rolled off of the orange haired man and pulled him tightly against his chest. “I love ya so much, don’t ever leave me again.”

“Don’t ever give me a reason to again.” Ichigo said sleepily and shifted into a more comfortable position. Shirosaki winced and held him tighter making Ichigo sigh and press a quick kiss to the tip of his nose. “I love you too.”

Shirosaki grinned happily and kissed Ichigo passionately. There would be other fights, other arguments that would piss Ichigo off, but they would survive. Nothing could keep them apart. Nothing.

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