Dark Side of the Moon

Summary: Requested by Black-Rose23. AU! Ichigo is a cross dresser! Grimmjow breaks up with Ichigo. When he realizes that he still wants Ichigo, he tries to get him back but Ichigo has already found comfort in another lover, Shirosaki. RamencupMiso gave me the idea for the ruffle boy shorts X3

I'm sorry I didn't get to the reviews this time, but I promise I will next time.

The usual warnings. Beta’d by KitsuneKiri- thanks yet again!

I Want You Back

The first time that Shirosaki Taikei saw Ichigo Kurosaki, the orange haired boy was only wearing a pair of boy shorts with purple ruffles and an angry flush. He also happened to be yelling at Shirosaki’s friend Renji from a balcony. Shirosaki was tempted to recite Romeo and Juliet, but was too brain fried from ogling the very attractive Ichigo to be able to remember his own name, let alone an entire sonnet.

The albino man had simply been planning on walking with Renji to visit a friend who was apparently a little bummed out. Renji wanted Shirosaki there to hopefully buffer said friend’s anger that would probably be directed at him because he had introduced his friend to his current heartbreak. Shirosaki had remembered all of that which was sheepishly explained to him along the way.

Just as they were approaching his friend’s apartment building, a potted plant crashed down at their feet. They leaped out of the way, fearfully glancing upward to see the cause. There was the most beautiful man Shirosaki had ever seen. He had tousled orange hair which was pinned in the front with bobby pins. His long and creamy legs, which the gaping albino could barely see through the railing, that were nicely accented by the boy’s shorts with purple ruffles.

And maybe he should have been paying attention because Renji just barely managed to shove him out of the way when another potted plant fell down. Shirosaki, who was still dazed by the beautiful orange haired man, blinked up at the balcony from where he was sprawled on hard pavement.

“I know he’s hot Shirosaki, but you have to tear your eyes away.” Renji said sourly and held out a hand to pull the albino to his feet.

“C’mon, let’s go up.”

“Up?” Shirosaki repeated dumbly and looked up at the balcony, scowling when he realized that the man in purple shorts was gone.

“Yes up, to Ichigo’s apartment.”

“Ichigo?”

“Yes, the hottie you were drooling over.”

“Ah…” His apartment…all was right in Shirosaki’s world because he was going to see the man again.

The second time Shirosaki saw Ichigo was only a few minutes after the first and he had to abruptly duck and cover as yet another potted plant went whistling over their heads.

“Renji you asshole!” Ichigo, who Shirosaki discovered had brown eyes and was just attractive up close, screamed at the red haired man.

“You told me that he would be okay to go out with!”

“I’m sorry!”

Ichigo drew back his arm to throw something else that would certainly be just as lethal as the plants when Shirosaki stepped forward and lightly grabbed his arm.

“I know ya are pissed at the bastard, but pe’aps we should take this inside?”

The orange haired man blinked at the albino who smiled coyly, certain that his charms won the other over.

“Is this another asshole friend of yours!?” Ichigo demanded and jerked his hand away. Shirosaki’s smile instantly fell and he scowled.

“Whatever! Do you know the excuse that Grimmjow gave me when we broke up?” The almost naked man asked Renji who was cowering in the hallway.

“Well!”

“No…”

“He said that ‘it damaged his rep to be dating a cross dresser.’” Ichigo snarled and planted his hands on his hips. Shirosaki liked the way his legs were braced solidly apart, clearly comfortable with his body although he was only wearing rather skimpy underwear.

“That idiot…” Renji muttered under his breath and scratched his head.

“Listen, Grimmjow cares a lot about what people think about him…”

“Are you defending him!?” Ichigo yelled and went back inside to perhaps grab another object to throw and they took the opportunity to slip inside and close the door.

So Ichigo was a cross dresser, huh? Shirosaki took a moment to admire the apartment which wasn’t overly gaudy, but certainly had a few elaborate decorations that a normal person wouldn’t choose. Like a sarong draped on the wall and twisted elegantly over a painting of the sea.

He stepped back automatically as Ichigo lunged at Shirosaki and tackled him to the ground. He smirked as he saw Ichigo straddling Renji and choking him with his legs spread on either side of the man’s waist. He was slightly jealous that Renji got to be in that position, despite his lack of air, but he also really liked the sight of Ichigo’s ass.

“So I take it ya are single now?” Shirosaki asked. Ichigo turned and narrowed his eyes at the albino over his shoulder.

“Who wants to know?”

“Shirosaki Taikei.” Shirosaki held his hand out and Ichigo released Renji’s throat long enough to take it.

“Ichigo Kurosaki.” The albino took a moment to marvel at the softness of the cross dresser’s skin before his hand was clenched in rather strong handshake and released quickly.

“Now that we are introduced, stop fucking staring at my ass.”

Shirosaki blinked. This was too much fun.

Later after Renji was released from Ichigo’s clutches they sat around the table drinking tea. The orange haired man had gotten, depressingly, dressed, Shirosaki found that he much liked Ichigo’s normal dress almost as much as he liked the lack of it. At the moment he wore a black camisole with lace and a pin stripe pencil skirt which clung to his legs as he elegantly crossed them at the ankle.

“I hope you aren’t trying to set me up again.” Ichigo muttered, glaring at Renji and looking pointedly at Shirosaki.

“Heh heh, of course not.” Renji rubbed the back of his head and nervously took a sip of tea.

“He’s just along to make sure you don’t kill me.”

“But I wouldn’t say no to a date.” Shirosaki grinned and propped his chin up on his palm.

“With a beautiful man such as yourself…” He lightly rested his fingers on Ichigo’s knee and dragged them upward.

“Tch.” The rest of Ichigo’s tea promptly ended up in Shirosaki’s lap. The albino yelped and shot to his feet, trying to wipe the reasonably hot liquid away from his precious equipment.

“Really Renji?” Ichigo asked with a raised eyebrow. “You picked him?”

“He’s not usually so forward…” Renji eyed Shirosaki who was fanning his groin area.

“I like forward. That is not forward, that is…perverted.”

Shirosaki looked up and scowled.

“Yeah well, a guy would have to be perverted to like ya.”

Ichigo’s brown eyes flared and he leaped to his feet.

“I’ll have you know that I turn many men’s heads!”

“Only until they realize ya aren’t a woman.”

“Asshole!”

This time it was Renji who watched in amusement as Shirosaki was tackled to the ground by the irate cross dresser. He gulped his tea and conspicuously glanced at the clock on the wall before sneakily sliding out of his chair and making a break for the door. On the ground Shirosaki had pinned Ichigo’s lower body to the ground but the orange haired man still managed to get a hold of Shirosaki’s hair and was yanking it to try and get him off.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you!” Ichigo snarled and bucked his hips upward in an attempt to dislodge him.

Shirosaki blinked and then smirked.

“Are ya sure that’s what ya want to be doing?” He dragged his hand up Ichigo’s thigh, pushing his skirt up as well.

“Don’t touch me!” Ichigo snarled and slapped his hand.

“C’mon Ichi, there’s no better way to get over a break up than to move on.” His hand continued upward and he rubbed against Ichigo’s crotch through the ruffled panties, drawing a low whine from Ichigo.

“N…no, I don’t even know you…”

“Heh, just ask Renji, hey Ren…” He blinked as he realized that the red head was gone.

“Oh well, more privacy this way.” He got up off Ichigo and hoisted him bridal style into his arms, smirking at the startled yelp it drew.
“Now where is your bedroom?”

“That way.” Ichigo pointed, quickly becoming less frazzled as he decided to accept their interaction.

Shirosaki kicked the door open and threw Ichigo onto his bed before crawling onto it. Ichigo moaned as the albino covered his slim body with his own and kissed him deeply. Shirosaki smirked into the kiss and reached down to lift Ichigo’s wrists to pin them above his head. Ichigo’s eyes shot open and he scowled, turning his head away from the kiss.

“Don’t think that because I’m a cross dresser that I’ll be all submissive.”

“Mm-hmm.” Shirosaki agreed as he kissed his way down Ichigo’s neck.

“I’m not just going to let you fuck me.”

“’course not.” Shirosaki mumbled as he released Ichigo’s hands to undress the lithe man.

“I’m a man despite the way I dress!”

“So I see.” Shirosaki grinned as he finally managed to undress Ichigo down to his underwear that he had first seen him in. Ichigo glared as Shirosaki gripped his hips almost reverently.

“Ya are so slim…Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with ya.” He placed a soft kiss to Ichigo’s stomach and then grunted as he was smacked upside the head.

“What did I just tell you!?”

After that it was a fight, albeit rather one sided. Ichigo kicked and punched to try and gain the upper hand while Shirosaki growled and wrestled him back down.

“I like how feisty ya are.” Shirosaki said a little breathlessly and took a moment to admire the way Ichigo looked when his back arched and his legs on either side of Shirosaki’s hips.

“It makes it so much fun to rile ya up.” He hooked his fingers on the waist band of his underwear and yanked it down, ripping the delicate material in two.

“Those were my favorite pair!!!” Ichigo snarled.

“I’ll buy ya some new ones.” Shirosaki leered and looked the now naked Ichigo up and down.

“So long as ya model them for me.”

“Would you screw me already!” The orange hair boy demanded.

“Well since ya asked so nicely.” Shirosaki slid down Ichigo’s body and nuzzled his erect cock.

“Whatever.” It was obvious that the cross dresser was trying to look uninterested, but the light flush on his cheek and his erection said otherwise.

“Hm…where your lube?”

Ichigo turned on his side to dig through the drawer of his night stand while Shirosaki cocked his head to the side and enjoyed the view. Ichigo turned back around with the lube in hand and narrowed his eyes at Shirosaki who just smiled innocently.

“I take it ya have done this before?” The albino asked.

“No shit.” Ichigo grumbled and flipped over onto his stomach.

“Do I look like a blushing virgin to you?”

“Well not a virgin anyways…” Shirosaki said and smirked when Ichigo blushed and turned his head into the pillows.

“Ya can hide your face now, but when I’m inside of ya I want ya to know exactly who is fucking ya.”

“I want to know too.” Ichigo said quietly into his pillow, making Shirosaki frown because he knew that the orange haired man was thinking about his previous lover. But he dismissed the thought since he knew that Ichigo wouldn’t ever think about letting anyone touch him except the albino when they were through.

He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it over to the side before standing up to slip off his jeans and boxers. Ichigo turned his head to watch him and blatantly looked him up and down before raising an eyebrow.

“I guess you’re not too bad.”

“I’m the best ya have ever had.” Shirosaki bragged and puffed his chest out proudly to show off his strong, wiry body.

“I guess I’ll have to find out.” Ichigo fluttered his eyelashes in a way that was supposed to be mockingly but it made Shirosaki throb.

“Ya tease.” He knelt back on the bed and picked up the lube, pouring some onto his fingers and bringing them to Ichigo’s entrance. He rubbed the puckered hole slightly and Ichigo shivered, pushing his hips back to encourage him. He pushed two fingers inside and the orange haired man inhaled sharply at the stretch. Despite Ichigo not being a virgin, he was still tight and sensitive.

“AH!” Ichigo cried out as Shirosaki pressed down on his prostate, making the albino chuckle and press a kiss to his shoulder blade.

“I like the noises ya make.”

“F…fuck you!”

“Ya sure are impatient.” The man withdrew his fingers and pulled away to let Ichigo shift onto his back.

“Condom?”

Ichigo let out a huff of irritation at being slowed again and yanked the drawer open again to pull out a pack of condoms. He tore one off with his teeth and then tore it open. Shirosaki watched in curiosity and then inhaled sharply as his hard cock was gripped and Ichigo rolled the condom down over his tip.

“You’re bigger than Grimmjow…” He commented, making Shirosaki feel smug that he outdid Ichigo’s ex boyfriend, but pissed that he was brought up.

“Ya aren’t going to be able to remember his name after I’m done with ya.” He grabbed Ichigo’s legs and tugged him towards him so Ichigo fell onto his back with a grunt. Shirosaki wasted no time in guiding his erection to Ichigo’s entrance while he gripped Ichigo’s hip with the other hand.

The orange haired man tensed slightly as he slid inside and grimaced at the discomfort. Shirosaki gritted his teeth and dug his nails into Ichigo’s sides in an attempt to not force himself in too quickly.

“Are ya alright?”

“Yeah…the first part always gets me.” Ichigo said in a strained voice and groaned as the albino pushed himself in the rest of the way.

“Just give me a minute to adjust.”

“Kay.” Shirosaki agreed and rested his forehead against Ichigo’s shoulder and tried to calm his breathing. He tried to wait patiently, but he couldn’t help rocking his hips forward to get deeper inside of Ichigo.

Ichigo gasped and shifted slightly as his backside throbbed but moaned when Shirosaki rubbed against his prostate slightly.

“Are ya ready?”

“Just fuck me already.”

“Yes, ma lady.”

Ichigo growled in warning but it turned into a strangled sob as Shirosaki pulled out of him and roughly thrust back in.

“Yes, right there!” Ichigo hissed and bucked his hips up, encouraging Shirosaki to move faster.

“Ichi, Ichi, Ichi.” Shirosaki couldn’t help repeating the name like a mantra as he thrust in and out of Ichigo like a piston, not holding back even a little as his pleasure soared.

“Shi!” Ichigo gripped the edge of the mattress with is fingers and arched his back.

Shirosaki snarled in response and pressed Ichigo’s legs up to press deeper inside of him.

“Grimmjow must have been a fucking idiot to let a good of a fuck as ya go.”

“Shut up.” Ichigo muttered and released the mattress to reach up and grab Shirosaki’s hair, yanking his head down to kiss him heatedly before yanking him away again.

“The only ones in the bed are you and me so stop fucking talking already.”

“Right.” Shirosaki ignored the sting of his scalp from his hair being used to roughly and pried Ichigo’s hand away, threading their fingers together and pressing Ichigo against the mattress.

“Good, now make me forget you said anything to begin with.”

Shirosaki snickered and leaned down to kiss Ichigo while moving his hips even faster, groaning as Ichigo’s tight heat trembled around him.

“Ichigo.” Shirosaki purred into Ichigo’s ear and stroked his shivering sides.

“Shiro!” Ichigo clenched his teeth as Shirosaki’s wandering hand stroked his erection.

“Ya sound so hot when ya say my name.”

Ichigo ignored him and instead rocked his hips frantically against Shirosaki as he neared his peak.

“Fuck fuck fuck, come one already!” Ichigo cried and grabbed Shirosaki’s wrist, forcing him to move his hand faster.
“Yes!”


“Shit.” Shirosaki hissed as Ichigo tightened around him and came all over his stomach. Ichigo’s spasming body pushed him over the edge and he only managed a few more thrusts into the clenching body before he came as well. He slowly pulled out of Ichigo’s lax body and threw the used condom in the general direction of the trashcan before slumping over Ichigo.

Ichigo squirmed and Shirosaki reluctantly rolled off and spooned against Ichigo’s side instead. Ichigo sighed and decided to put up with it. He shifted and grimaced at the slimy feeling inside of him as well as his stomach. He really needed to clean up.

He went to go stand but Shirosaki tightened his grip around his waist and glowered at him slightly.

“I’m just cleaning up.” Ichigo said with a frown.

Shirosaki narrowed his eyes and gave Ichigo a tight squeeze. “Use the sheets.”

“No way!” Ichigo wrinkled his nose. “I’m just going to take a quick shower.”

“Let me come with ya then.”

Ichigo rolled his eyes. “It’s too small. I’ll be right back.”

Shirosaki grumbled but reluctantly released Ichigo who gave him a quick peck on the lips before leaving. Shirosaki turned red slightly and fought the urge to follow Ichigo into the shower.

He yawned and leaned back against the pillow as he heard the shower start up. He was just about to take a quick nap when the doorbell rang. He scowled and swung his legs over the bed. He didn’t want Ichigo getting out of the shower to get the door because then other people would see him…which Shirosaki didn’t want.

So he yanked his pants on and nothing else and walked to the door. Without checking to see who it was, he yanked it open with a glare.

“What do ya want?”

A blue haired man with an angry frown and glaring eyes shot daggers at him.

“Who the fuck are you!?”

“Ichi’s new boyfriend, who are ya?”

“I’m Ichigo’s boyfriend!” The man snarled. Ah, Grimmjow.

“Ya broke up with him.”

“He’s still mine!”

Shirosaki frowned and narrowed his eyes dangerously.

“Ya snooze ya lose, Ichi deserves someone better then a piece of shit like ya.”

“Why you…”

“Grimmjow!”

Shirosaki turned to see a scowling Ichigo wearing just a towel and dripping wet. His dick reacted immediately and if Grimmjow wasn’t there then he would have…wait, he didn’t give a fuck if the bastard was there or not. He could watch for all Shirosaki cared.

He grabbed Ichigo and yanked him close, sealing his mouth over the wet tempting lips hungrily and grabbing his ass through the towel. Grimmjow made a noise like an angry cat and Ichigo pulled away with a gasp.

“As you can see Grimmjow, I’m quite happy without you.” He slammed the door in his face.

Shirosaki tore the towel off of Ichigo’s body and slammed him against the door. On the other side Grimmjow was insistently ringing the doorbell but Shirosaki didn’t care.

“Wait, I just took a shower…”

“Don’t care.” Shirosaki grunted and pushed his pants down just enough to bare his erection and guided it to Ichigo’s entrance.

“Condom!” Ichigo said with a gasp and squirmed in Shirosaki’s hold.

“I don’t have anything. Do ya?”

“No, but…ah!”

Shirosaki shoved into Ichigo without pause and growled, biting down into Ichigo’s shoulder at the slick heat surrounding him.

“Asshole!” Ichigo clawed at his back but Shirosaki ignored him and continued to thrust in and out of him.

It was even quicker then before and Ichigo’s back probably hurt like a bitch from being slammed repeatedly against the door, but Shirosaki didn’t care and Ichigo was too busy screaming Shirosaki’s name to notice the pains.

They did it three more times with Ichigo bent over the couch, on the kitchen table and on the bedroom floor when they couldn’t reach the bed fast enough. Ichigo refused to get rug burns so had flipped them over and slid down Shirosaki’s cock, throwing his head back and gasping like it was his first time. Shirosaki was driven mad by the slow pace and threw Ichigo down so he was on his side with his knee hooked over Shirosaki’s shoulder.

“Bastard!”

That was just one of the few names that Ichigo had called Shirosaki as they fucked, which Shirosaki promptly follow with ‘Strawberry’ or ‘Bitch.’ Neither of them minded.

Finally they both came again with Ichigo’s hips aching like he’d pulled a muscle and his ass considerably raw and painful. He grimaced as he tried to get to his feet and Shirosaki dragged him up and pushed him onto the bed. They both collapsed onto it and caught their breath as Ichigo realized that he was dirty yet again, but now there was come and just a little bit of blood leaking out of him.

Shirosaki seemed to sense his thoughts because he kissed Ichigo deeply and then rolled off the bed. “I’ll get a washcloth to clean ya.”

Ichigo barely managed to nod in response and closed his eyes, his breath finally evening out a little as he rested. He must have fallen asleep because he woke up with a jerk as he felt something warm and wet nudge in between his legs.

“Shiro.” He mumbled and Shirosaki grinned broadly.

“Maybe we can go on a date once ya have recovered.” Shirosaki said as he carefully cleaned Ichigo up and then lay down beside him.

“I think I would like that.” Ichigo said and sighed in relief as Shirosaki pulled the sheet up over them.

“Good.” Shirosaki nuzzled Ichigo’s orange hair and grinned as he realized that Ichigo was already asleep.

“He really is stupid for letting ya go…but I’m not gonna complain.”

Outside the apartment, Grimmjow kicked the door in aggravation and ran a hand through his blue hair. He had broken up with Ichigo because even though he really liked him, and loved fucking him, one of his friends made a comment that he was going soft. But when he had broken up with Ichigo he realized that he was kind of lonely, not to mention he really wanted a piece of that tight ass again. Only to find out that some asshole albino had easily replaced him that had just proceeded to fuck Ichigo loudly, Very loudly.

With another growl, Grimmjow left, vowing to get Ichigo back.

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That’s not gonna happen in this collection Grimmjow! Dream on though, dream on. Just wanted to let you all know that this collection is NOT on hiatus and I will continue to write stories for it. I’m just concentrating on full length fics now (like the ShiroIchi ‘Haunted’) so they won’t be as frequent…I hope everyone enjoyed, and please review!