Dark Side of the Moon

Requested by AJS- one where Shirosaki is a shinigami and Ichigo is a hollow.

Beta’d by KitsuneKiri- thank you!

There is an important notice at the bottom regarding the deletion of this collection.

Shades of Grey

Ichigo frowned and looked up as he felt the first drops of rain fall in the inner world. He stared up at the sky and grimaced as it began to pour. What was wrong with Shirosaki this time? He cursed as lightning began to crash and snarled. That bastard.

…

Shirosaki lied on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. Orihime tried to ask him on a date today. He didn’t know why the chick was so fixated on him, but he couldn’t stand it. He wanted something else, and that something else hated him. Despised him. Threatened to kill him if he was ever weak.

He grimaced and rubbed at his chest where it had begun to ache. The albino frowned as he felt the tickling sensation in the back of his head that he instantly recognized as Ichigo. Ichigo…despite being a little bitch, always made him feel better whenever he stooped so low as to act like a pussy. He shouldn’t care so much about loving Ichigo! He wasn’t a fucking wimp like that Quincy.

He closed his eyes and allowed himself, almost eagerly, to be pulled into his inner world. He opened his eyes. He smirked as he realized that Ichigo was completely soaked and glaring at him.

“What the fuck!?” Ichigo hissed as his brown eyes surrounded by black narrowed furiously.

“What’s your problem now!?”

Shirosaki stared at Ichigo and Ichigo blinked as he realized that Shirosaki’s flimsy pajama shorts were tented.

“Can’t you even get depressed without getting horny?” Ichigo growled in exasperation and crossed his arms over his chest.

“S’not my fault Ichi.”

“Don’t call me that King.” Ichigo snapped at Shirosaki.

“Get rid of it then.”

“Can’t.”

Shirosaki watched in amusement as Ichigo got even angrier. It didn’t help that Ichigo was fucking hot when he was angry or fighting. Unfortunately both of those things were always directed at him.

“Why not!”

Shirosaki shrugged.

“Fine.” Ichigo snapped. Shirosaki blinked as Ichigo stomped over and shoved him onto his back.

“What the…” Shirosaki jerked and bucked his hips as Ichigo grabbed his shorts and yanked them down to reveal his erection.

“Ichigo…”

Ichigo ignored him and with a look of the utmost concentration, grabbed Shirosaki’s dick.

“Gh!” Shirosaki threw his head back and thrust his hips upward.

Ichigo scowled and pumped him slowly and became slightly curious as slimy liquid beaded at the slit of Shirosaki’s head. He bent his head down and lapped at it, humming slightly as he found it to not be too horrible.

“Ichigo!” Shirosaki moaned his name and tried to get him to take more but Ichigo ignored him and pulled away to hastily undress himself.

Shirosaki watched with his mouth open and gaping. “Fuck ya’re beautiful…”

“We’re the same person.” Ichigo snapped in irritation and ignored the throbbing sensation in the hole in his chest when Shirosaki said that. He straddled Shirosaki’s hips and grabbed his hard on and lined it up with his entrance.

“Ichigo…”

Ichigo sank down and his eyes flew open at the pain. What..? He wasn’t expected that. He grimaced as he continued to slide down and bit his lip, bracing his hands on either side of Shirosaki’s head for leverage. Shirosaki stared up at him, taking in the beautiful sight of Ichigo’s usually sullen face flushed. Ichigo panted and then forced himself down the last couple of inches with a shout that sounded like a cry for battle.

Shirosaki was on cloud nine. The pleasure of Ichigo, his Ichigo, surrounding him was too much. He wanted to take what Ichigo offered but was too scared of Ichigo yanking the carrot he was dangling in front of Shirosaki away.

He lifted his hips to follow Ichigo’s movements as Ichigo pulled off of him, fearing the orange haired hollow was leaving him. Ichigo grunted and his arms trembled. His brown and black eyes opened to glare furiously at Shirosaki who grabbed Ichigo’s hips and pulled him back down.

“Ahh!” Ichigo’s breath quickened at the pain and unexpected pleasure. Shirosaki frowned as he noticed something. Ichigo wasn’t completely erect…and his entire body seemed to be tensed in pain.

“Ichigo?” Shirosaki asked cautiously and carefully reached up to cup Ichigo’s cheek who flinched and batted his hand away.

“Do ya even want this?”

“Shut up!” Ichigo snapped and began to lift and lower himself off of Shirosaki despite the pain.

“This isn’t about me.”

“Fuck…” Shirosaki grimaced and covered his face with his hands. He peaked through his fingers and frowned as Ichigo grimaced but continued the movement.

“Fine.” He surged upward and grabbed Ichigo’s arms, slipping out of him and forcing Ichigo face first into the ground.

“Shirosaki…” Ichigo hissed in warning and then yelped, his entire body jerking as he was entered again.

“If ya want the rain to stop then enjoy this.”

Shirosaki commanded and began to pump Ichigo’s limp cock harshly until the painful friction forced him to grow hard.

“No!” Ichigo struggled at the lost bit of control.

“No!”

“Ya are the one who started this!” Shirosaki hissed.

“I bet ya would rather I rape ya then for ya to actually feel something for me!”

Ichigo froze and then snarled. “Like I could ever feel something for you!”

Shirosaki recoiled and then froze. Ichigo froze as well and then frowned in confusion as he felt rain drops fall slowly and then faster and faster.

“Shirosaki?” He shifted so Shirosaki’s erection slipped out of him and turned over to stare up at Shirosaki who wasn’t crying, but had his eyes clenched tightly shut.

Ichigo realized what Shirosaki wanted now. With an aggravated sigh of once again having to serve his spoiled king, he wrapped his arms around Shirosaki and pulled him closer.

“I DO feel something for you.” Ichigo said, not quite lying. He petted Shirosaki’s hair and inhaled sharply as he was hugged fiercely.

“Hollows can’t love…” Shirosaki mumbled into Ichigo’s ear, but the rain was stopping now.

“I do feel something.” Ichigo insisted, which wasn’t quite a lie. He really did feel something, he just had no idea what it was.

Shirosaki kissed Ichigo’s neck which was now slightly damp from the rain and slid into him again.

Ichigo’s breath hitched as he was entered and was surprised to feel something inside of him pressed again.

“Ah!”

Shirosaki paused and Ichigo could feel a smirk slowly cross his face which was still pressed against his neck.

“There?”

Ichigo nodded and tensed as it was hit again, and again, and again.

“King!” Ichigo cried out and wrapped his legs around Shirosaki’s waist. Something was building, both inside of him and inside of his hole where his heart should be. The latter almost hurt and for a moment Ichigo actually sobbed in surprise and pain as something stabbed through him and he came.

He could hear Shirosaki grunt as he tightened around the shinigami and bit his lower lip as his body trembled. It felt like his hole was twitching and spasming, clenching around some unknown emotion. And then Shirosaki grunted and he was filled with something warm and wet…and his other hole felt so…full.

Ichigo trembled, his body shivering as he realized he was feeling some of the emotions he no longer had. He didn’t realize that he was staring up at the sky in disbelief until Shirosaki’s concerned voice washed over him. Ichigo blinked and looked up at Shirosaki who was still inside of him. Shirosaki grinned broadly as he realized that Ichigo was okay and pulled out of him.

Ichigo twitched in discomfort but instantly missed the warmth and sense of completion.

“I love you Ichigo.”

The words almost hurt him. He reached up and stroked Shirosaki’s soft hair. “I - - you too.”

“What?” Shirosaki was confused. It was as if the word was muted out like when he first heard Zangetsu’s name. Was it because he wasn’t ready to hear it, or Ichigo wasn’t ready to say it?

He sighed and slumped over Ichigo, snuggling against him and drawing Ichigo’s body into the nook of his arm. For now it didn’t matter. Love wasn’t black or white, but shades of grey, and nobody knew what it really meant. Chemical reactions, environmental response, lust, infatuation. He knew what he felt for Ichigo was real, and that was all that mattered.

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It was hard to try and figure out how to do this because hollow Ichigo equals Shirosaki, but does hollow Shirosaki equal Ichigo? Either way, I hope it turned out well and that everyone enjoyed it!

VERY IMPORTANT NOTICE!!! I have currently three Bleach collections going on right now, and I think that there should only be one. In the beginning it made sense because it was just a KenpachixIchigo and a ShirosakixIchigo, but because I know have the all-encompassing Uke Ichigo collection, I am going to merge the three of the collections into the Crush Collection. I will also be rewriting some of the older ficlets in this collection (making a lot of them just one shots) because they aren’t as good as some of the newer ones. But I will post all of them into the Crush collection eventually, which means that this collection will be deleted.

If there are any questions, comments, doubts, concerns, feel free to PM me, and as always, please review!