Dark Side of the Moon

Pairing: Zangetsu x Ichigo Shirosaki x Ichigo Requested by SC.

Summary: Another threesome! Takes place during the time Ulquiorra killed Ichigo. Zangetsu and Shirosaki decide that Ichigo needs to be reminded what they are there for.

Review Replies- Nusku: I know…Urahara is such a pervert!!!
Kera-Izaki: I always have a problem with plot…unless I sit down and actually write out a plot outline then it won’t go anywhere D:

Beta’d by the wonderful KitsuneKiri- thank you!

Death is Only the Beginning

Pain flared through me as Ulquiorra thrust his hand through my chest. I wanted to save everyone, but I couldn’t even save myself. Despite my efforts to stay awake, consciousness evaded me and my life slipped away.

At first there was only blackness, then an irritating pain as someone tugged on my ear. I reluctantly opened my eyes to what I was sure was hell, but instead saw my hollow crouched over me with a frown.

“Ya up now King?”

“Go away…” I groaned and tried to shove him away but found that my wrists were bound by some dark slippery substance that I couldn’t identify. It wasn’t hurting me, but it wouldn’t budge either.

“Remain still Ichigo.” A deep voice reverberated through my ears and I glanced up from my splayed position against the buildings to see Zangetsu also crouched over at me.

“What?” I tried to sit up despite what Zangetsu said and inhaled sharply as my stomach dropped and the contents in it tried to come back up. “Ugh…”

“Stupid King…” Cold hands caressed my face and I had to fight not to lean into their soothing touch.

“What did ya think would happen when ya died?”

“I’m…dead?”

“For now.”

“What does that mean?” I shouted in exasperation and once gain attempted to sit but was promptly shoved back down by Zangetsu who held my upper torso against him firmly.

“Remain calm, your energy is too low now for you to get excited.”

I did feel tired, exhausted. I was so tempted to fall asleep again…my eyes drooped shut but a sharp pain in my earlobe made me yelp and glare at Shirosaki.

“Don’t go to sleep idiot. Ya need strength…and Zan and I are more than happy to give it to ya.”

“What?” I was so confused.

“Just relax, Ichigo. Let us take care of you.” Zangetsu stroked me hair but I was too tired to find the gesture anything but soothing.

“You’re our only One and we can’t let ya die.”

“Gh…” I groaned as hands parted my shirt and ghosted over my skin.

“That’s right King…just be a good boy and take it. I’ll make sure ya feel good too, it only hurts a little.”

“We.” Zangetsu corrected but I frowned as I focused on another word entirely.

“What’s going to hurt?”

“Just wait and find out.”

“No way!” I struggled to sit but Zangetsu held me down. Pain flared through me but I didn’t stop. “Let me go!”

“Calm down, Ichigo!” Zangetsu wrapped an arm around my shoulders and yanked me to his chest tightly. The substance that was surrounding my wrists expanded and encompassed my upper arms and shoulders as well, making it impossible for me to move them.

“Aw, let me take his shirt off first, it’s too hard with this stuff on him.” Shirosaki poked the black stuff which wiggled around me, making me shiver.

“His shirt doesn’t need to come off for this, just his hakama.”

“But I want more to look at.” Shirosaki complained and bent his head down to nuzzle my neck.

“Wh…what are you doing?” I cursed my stutter but the situation was too weird for me to worry about that.

“My hakama are staying right where they are! As is my shirt!”

“Shut up already.” My hollow growled and yanked my shirt down. The bindings seemed to give slightly to allow the action but immediately tightened again once my shirt was off.

“Oi!”

“Maybe we should gag him.” Shirosaki mused and studied me with a smirk.

“But I think I like his voice too much for that.”

“No gagging. We want him as willing as possible for this.”

“But we don’t need him to be willing.” And then he bent down and licked my nipple. I jerked at that and struggled even harder.

“What the fuck?”

“Just hold still ya virgin.” Shirosaki muttered and nipped at my slightly raised flesh.

“Don’t want ya to be entirely unwilling, right?”

“Hm.” Zangetsu hummed slightly and dragged his fingers through my hair.

“Do you want this…Ichigo?”

“I don’t even know what this is!!!”

“You’re so ungrateful.” I cried out as Shirosaki bit down sharply and then lapped at the blood that flowed from the wound. “We’re giving ya energy through sex.”

“Er…what?”

“The husk of your soul may be dead, but we will always remain with you.” Zangetsu murmured into my ear as his hands trailed down to my hakama and began to undo it. “But there is still a force fighting to bring you back, so we are giving you energy to stay aware with your memories while that happens.”

“Ah!” I cried out, not for revelation of his words but because he began to stroke my half hard erection. Shirosaki kissed his way down my stomach and tugged my hakama off the rest of the way before spreading my thighs with his hands.

“Ungh…” I tried to keep them closed but he easily pried them open and then began to undo his own hakama hastily.

“Shirosaki.” Zangetsu said admonishingly.

“What?” My hollow snapped as he brought out his own large erection which was red and straining.

“Prepare him first.”

Shirosaki eyed me and I cringed against Zangetsu making my hollow glare harder.

“The things I do for ya King.” He brought his fingers up to my mouth and shoved them inside. I was tempted at first to bite down on them but I got the feeling that what he was doing was for my own good and if I reacted with violence that he wouldn’t be so generous. Instead I opened my mouth and allowed them in, timidly sucking and trying not to touch them with my tongue.

“Good boy.” He patted my head and I glared.


“Here.” I was abruptly pulled away from Zangetsu and flipped onto my stomach where I groaned at the protest from my stomach. Then those fingers were being pressed into a hole where they shouldn’t be going and I whined.

“Sh…” Zangetsu shushed me and cupped my chin. “This is necessary.” I shut my eyes tightly and tried not to think about the two fingers that were stretching me open but the pain made it impossible.

“Make it good for him too.” Zangetsu ordered.

“Hm? Oh yeah…what was that thing again…” The fingers began to rotate around and I gasped, digging my nails into the side of the wall.

“Shirosaki…” A hint of warning entered Zangetsu’s voice.

“Yeah, yeah I almost got it…” I jerked as pleasure jolted through me and cried out loudly.

“Heh, ya like that King?”

“Stop playing around.”

“Tch. What about ya? Ya haven’t even started yet with King.”

There was a short silence and then the sound of shifting cloth before something slimy and warm nudged against my lips.

“Take my energy and use it as your own.” I opened my eyes and tried to pull away as I realized what I was looking at but Zangetsu held my head firmly and guided my mouth over the head of his cock.

“I’m not doing this to be cruel.” Despite his words, I knew he felt pleasure from this by the way his voice was strained.

“Don’t fight it.”

I didn’t want to anymore. Not when Shirosaki was pressing against my prostate and Zangetsu felt so comfortable inside my mouth and oddly addictive. I sucked on him and attempted to take more of him until he hit the back of my throat and threatened to gag me.

“I bet ya suck great cock.” Shirosaki commented and pulled his fingers out from inside of me. I swallowed around Zangetsu’s erection and his hips twitched, pushing farther into my mouth. “But for now I want that ass of yours.” I wanted to ask what he meant by ‘for now’ but my mouth was too full to get out anything other than vowels, although my attempts seemed to make Zangetsu breathe faster.

Then Shirosaki was spreading my legs apart again and guiding something large and blunt into my entrance. One of his hands gripped my hip and then he pushed forward. My eyes grew wide and I tried to pull off of Zangetsu’s cock to catch my breath and leverage to do something about the pain splitting me open. But he calmly held me still and rubbed his thumb over my cheek while Shirosaki steadily pressed inward.

I closed my eyes and sobbed around him as Shirosaki finally finished moving, finally fully seated inside of me. He hissed in pleasure, and then leaned over me to kiss my shoulder and whisper into my ear. “Don’t cry King, it’s all in now.”

“Ngh…!” I managed to get out making Shirosaki chuckle and kiss me again.

“Still hurts?” I nodded frantically as he shifted and rolled his hips forward to coax me open wider.

“Hm…” He snuck a hand around to the front of my body and stroked my erection back to hardness. I moaned, causing Zangetsu to thrust his hips forward into my mouth. The moment I was distracted with not gagging, Shirosaki began to move.

The first few movements still hurt a lot and I tried to shift away but his iron grip on my hips wouldn’t let me budge. He growled incomprehensible things into my ear and began to thrust faster until he hit that spot inside of me again and my back bowed in pleasure.

“Fuck…” I tried to get the word out but was reminded of Zangetsu’s hard, dripping organ that demanded attention.

I began to bob my head, sucking and licking while trying hard not to scrape my teeth along his length. Soon I developed a rhythm in time with the harsh thrusts that Shirosaki continued to deliver from behind.

“Go easier on him.”

“Heh, he likes it, don’t ya Ichi?” I gave a muffled cry as he jabbed his hips forward sharply. “See?” Zangetsu said nothing, only threaded his fingers through my hair and encouraged me to move faster.

Then something strange happened. It was like a zap went through me that had nothing to do with the pleasure I was going through. I gasped and my entire body twitched.

“Shit…already?” My hollow cursed. “Fuck, I’m almost there…”

“You have to let him go if he’s being called back.”

“I know, I know.”

I was pulled off of Zangetsu and turned onto my back before Shirosaki began pounding into me again. Zangetsu pumped himself over my face, nudging my lips with his dick as he jerked himself off on me. Shirosaki dug his nails into my thighs and forced them upwards before sinking his teeth into my neck. With a spasm I was coming, screaming out my pleasure as a sticky wetness filled me as well as splattered my face.

I tried to catch my breath while Shirosaki began to wipe off my face, while sending a dirty look over Zangetsu’s way. Another zap went through me and I cried out. Shirosaki growled and then turned my head to the side before kissing me deeply. I opened my mouth to him and enjoyed the surprisingly pleasant kiss before he pulled away.

“Remember King, death is only the beginning.” And then I was pulled away and back into myself.

…

Inside Ichigo’s inner world, Shirosaki frowned at the spot Ichigo was just laying and stroked the still-warm surface.

“Despite your appearance, you seem to care for him just as much as I do.” Zangetsu murmured as he righted his clothing and began walking away.

“Shut up. He’s my King, after all.”

“Our King.”

Shirosaki scowled. “Doesn’t change the point.”

“Hm.”

The hollow looked up at the clear blue skies and grinned as he felt Ichigo’s life force pumping again. “Our King.”

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I really don’t know. My muse light a fire underneath my ass for this one =D I really love him…Sometimes my mom asks me why I have a male muse even though I am female, but I just joke that my muse is a gay man that loves to torture me with plot bunnies. Like WarriorNun does all the time. And no, I don’t think of my ‘muse’ as a separate person, just a means of inspiration.