Two of a Kind

Review Replies- BittSweetMis: Yeah, I'm think about using that to my advantage =D And you're added to notification now.
Lynzee: Those two just seem so hot together... and I've gotten very few that would hate it.
AnimeAngelSisters: Unfortunately Ichigo has yet to get over that... But he will!
MasterAkira: I actually really hate Grimmjow as uke, and I can only see him that way with Starrk.
VioletEyes: Starrk is so hot he probably makes water boil just by standing beside it.
Candy_Flapjack: Here's your latest hit, hope you don't get too crazy off of it =3
usmorgan: Ichigo will probably never catch a break when I'm writing him.
ShadowofLight: I really do love Tousen! He's just kind of easy to pick on...
Tiramisu: Alrighty! Wo0t!
Tanna: I've read one or two good smutty stories with that pairing, but not many.
Kunitsu: Shiro will probably be remembering eventually, but I won't give away why or how =D
BolognaAnChi: Thanks! I hope you continue to like it.
nestly: The end is nigh! Repent or yee shall be thrown in a yaoi pairing!


This picks off immediately after the last chapter. Shiro/Jirotoshi is a pervert, not to mention dangerous seme disguised as a cuddle monster.

Beta’d by Warrior Nun- thank you!

Two of a Kind: Chapter 3

“Mm, Ichigo, ya taste so good.” Jirotoshi purred into Ichigo’s throat. Ichigo gasped and tried to twist away but Shiro held him firmly. “I don’t know why ya are protesting so much.” Shiro said and cupped Ichigo’s erection through his hakama. “Ya are just as hard as me.”

“This is wrong.” Ichigo whimpered, feeling very much like a broken record. At least he wasn’t crying anymore. “You shouldn’t want me like this, why do you!?” It was a rhetorical question, but Shiro decided to answer honestly.

“We may be brothers, but it’s just genetics.” Jirotoshi said even as he nuzzled Ichigo’s throat. “Maybe if we were brother and sister creating little mutant babies it would be different, but there’s nothing wrong with love.”

Jirotoshi knew that last part would affect Ichigo the most, and sure enough, Ichigo hesitated. “But, Shiro,” he started and Jirotoshi knew that Ichigo was weighing his love for Shiro in his mind with Shiro’s affections of Ichigo, “our kind of love is different.”

“So ya admit ya love me.” Shiro said gleefully and slowly relaxed his grip on Ichigo’s wrists, but Ichigo didn’t notice. “I love ya too.” That part may be a lie. Jirotoshi knew that he felt lust and infatuation for Ichigo, and as a human he loved Ichigo, so maybe it was the truth as well.

“It’s a different kind of love, Shiro.” Ichigo muttered and laid his head to rest on Shiro’s shoulder. He fiddled with Shiro’s shirt to Shiro knew Ichigo was aware his hands were free, but he didn’t try to get away from him. “Can’t you just accept my brotherly love?”

“If ya accept my type of love…” Jirotoshi shot back and Ichigo flinched before very hesitantly wrapped his arms around Shiro’s waist, something that surprised Shiro greatly.

“If I admit you love me that way, and you admit I love you as just a brother, will you not push it on me anymore?” Ichigo asked carefully and Jirotoshi considered the deal for a moment.

The benefits were that Shiro could cuddle and touch Ichigo without Ichigo running away, but the cons were that Shiro couldn’t try and seduce Ichigo with lust…however Ichigo seemed like the naïve type, so who was he to say the way Shiro touched him wasn’t brotherly? Granted he couldn’t be blatant with it, but at times like these when Ichigo was cuddly and pliant, he had lots of chances.

“Alright, Ichi.” Shiro said and loosely draped arms around Ichigo’s waist. He rubbed his nose into Ichigo’s hair and Ichigo stiffened, then relaxed when Shiro didn’t do anything else. Shiro wondered how long it would take Ichigo to realize they were both still hard.

Ichigo didn’t seem in a hurry to let go of Jirotoshi, which surprised him a little. Apparently Ichigo’s love for him far outweighed the potential for Jirotoshi to molest him. That was interesting knowledge that Shiro fully intended to use.

“You never answered my question.” Ichigo said against Shiro’s shoulder and pulled away so his voice wasn’t as muffled. “Are you loyal to Aizen?”

“As loyal as a hollow can be.” Jirotoshi said honestly, he never knew when Aizen could be listening in, although he was probably busy dealing with the captains. “I only joined him to begin with because I needed a purpose, something to do.” Shiro studied Ichigo for a reaction and was pleased to see he wasn’t completely abhorrent of him.

“Are ya really loyal to Soul Society?” He asked back and was surprised when Ichigo just shrugged.

“I’m a vizard, which is considered an enemy by Soul Society. I only fight with them to protect Karakura.”

“Hm…” Jirotoshi noticed that Ichigo’s erection disappeared, although his own stayed strong. He shifted slightly so Ichigo wouldn’t notice and Ichigo gave him a tight squeeze before releasing him and slipping off of the bed.

“Is Inoue okay here?” Ichigo asked Shiro as he remembered his supposed reason for being in Hueco Mundo to begin with.

“She’s alive, it’s not like Aizen had any interest in her to begin with.” Shiro said and stretched his arms above his head before draping them around Ichigo’s middle and resting his head on Ichigo’s stomach. Ichigo hesitated and then ran his fingers through Shiro’s surprisingly soft hair.

“I need to make sure my friends are okay.” Ichigo said finally and Jirotoshi frowned into Ichigo’s stomach and clung to him tightly.

“They’re okay. I can still feel their reiatsu.” Shiro said sourly and Ichigo relaxed.

“Shiro, is there anyway you can send my entire friends home?”

“Ya mean and ya stay here?” Shiro asked as he furrowed his brow. Of course, unlike Ichigo, he knew that ‘the’ battle was taking place and he wouldn’t be able to hide it for long.

“I want to stay with you.” Ichigo said with no hesitation which made Jirotoshi smile with…happiness. That was something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Jirotoshi’s ‘aspect of death’ had always been rage, but Ichigo seemed to take that away somehow.

Ichigo completed him. More than any empty promises that Aizen gave him ever could, which meant he would do anything to keep Ichigo with him. Shiro began to think seriously on how he would do that just as one of Ichigo’s friend’s reiatsu plummeted.

Ichigo froze and Jirotoshi cursed his bad luck. Ichigo would want to go chase after his friend now and Jirotoshi didn’t want to force Ichigo to stay there. But if he got Ichigo to believe he could trust Jirotoshi, even though he was the zero espada, then it would make it a lot easier for him.

“So, go find your friends then.” Shiro said to Ichigo who gave him a hesitant smile that made his pulse quicken. He hoped he didn’t have to deal with too many of Ichigo’s friends and was tempted to kill them all so Ichigo was never tempted to leave him.

“Thank you, Shiro.” Ichigo said and actually leaned up to brush his lips over Shiro’s cheek.

Shiro had to remind himself that Ichigo only thought of him in a brotherly manner and tried to not react to the kiss. He wanted to throw Ichigo back down on the bed and rip his clothes off before burying himself in that tight ass of his, but he controlled himself. There was always the possibility of just taking Ichigo whether he wanted it or not, but Shiro wanted Ichigo willing.

Ichigo turned to go but Shiro grabbed his wrist and stopped him. “You won’t leave, though.” He made it a statement, not a question. “I won’t interfere with you and your friends fights unless you’re in danger.”

“What about if my friends are in danger?” Ichigo asked with a frown and Shiro scowled.

“I don’t care about them.” He said harshly and let go of Ichigo’s wrist before he did something he would regret. “Go on, before I change my mind.”

Ichigo threw him one last look before disappearing out the door. Jirotoshi groaned and collapsed on his bed where he scowled and cursed at his erection. Before Ichigo Kurosaki... he was perfectly content with being asexual, but now he couldn’t wait to screw him and he found that it actually physically hurt.

So for the first time that Jirotoshi could think of, he pushed down his hakama and began to stroke his erection. It was a strange sensation, and at first Jirotoshi didn’t know if he even liked it. His cock was sensitive and the feeling of his hand rubbing over it almost made him flinch. But then he got used to it and was able to move a little faster. The friction and pleasure made him hiss and he let his head drop back as he imagined Ichigo doing that to him.

He grinned to himself at the thought of Ichigo pressed up against him, panting as Jirotoshi did the same thing to him that Ichigo was doing to him. He fantasized that Ichigo dropped his forehead against Jirotoshi’s shoulder and his breath was warm against Jirotoshi’s much colder skin.

Jirotoshi would bite at Ichigo’s throat and Ichigo would moan and move his hand quicker over Ichigo’s length. Ichigo wouldn’t care about whether Jirotoshi was his brother or not and would call out ‘Shiro!’ as he came. The thought of that sent Jirotoshi over the edge and he came all over his hand.

For a moment he was lost in a haze of euphoria, and then he came back to reality. His hand was sticky and he had made a mess of his hakama. He wrinkled his nose in disgust and wiped his hand off on the hakama before stepping out of them and tossing them in a corner. Some lesser arrancar would take care of it later, and Jirotoshi didn’t care what they would think of the mess.

He pulled on another pair of hakama and sat down on his couch. He tapped his fingers against the arm rest and furrowed his brow as he sought out Ichigo’s reiatsu. He was moving towards one of his friends’ reiatsu when Grimmjow intercepted it. Jirotoshi frowned harshly and narrowed his black and gold eyes.

Grimmjow was interested in Ichigo. Not in a just ‘I want to rip him up’ sort of way, but an ‘I want to tear him a new asshole’ way that didn’t have to do with just fighting. Jirotoshi didn’t like it. He told himself that he wouldn’t interfere with Ichigo’s fights, but he didn’t want to chance Grimmjow taking it a bit farther.

With that in mind, he stood and went to go find Nnoitra. Nnoitra was always interested in defeating others, and he didn’t like Grimmjow very much. He was also already nearby, close to where another one of Ichigo’s friends. Shirosaki sighed as Ichigo’s friend’s reiatsu flared and clashed with Nnoitra’s. A second later the reiatsu dropped dramatically.

Too bad for Ichigo’s friend. Not that Jirotoshi cared about them, but he didn’t want Ichigo to be all mournful when he was trying to seduce him. Although maybe it would work out that Ichigo would look for him to comfort. Jirotoshi would love to comfort Ichigo. He would comfort him as much as he wanted and then some.

Jirotoshi didn’t mind taking advantage of situations, he was an arrancar after all, but something twisted in his gut at the thought of manipulating Ichigo. Sure if it resulted in Ichigo in bed with him he was all for it, but he definitely didn’t like this feeling that he associated with ‘guilt.’

He growled in aggravation and stood to find Nnoitra. He sonido’d to his location (he was even faster than Starrk the premera at that) and raised an eyebrow at the fallen body of Ichigo’s companion. Not dead at least, but it looked like he needed some serious medical attention. Jirotoshi shrugged it off though. If Aizen’s plans and predictions were correct, than captain-level shinigami would be coming soon and maybe one of them could help the ryoka.

“What do ya want?” Nnoitra asked him with a frown and his Fraccion knelt to the zero espada, rightly so. Jirotoshi couldn’t remember the arrancars name though.

“It sounds like Grimmjow is getting his ass kicked.” Jirotoshi said, although he could only tell that they were fighting. He was kind of happy that Ichigo was holding his own against Grimmjow, but so far it looked evenly matched and he wanted Nnoitra to interfere if need be.

“What do ya want?” Nnoitra asked again and Jirotoshi grinned, making Nnoitra narrow his eyes suspiciously. He didn’t trust or like the zero espada, whose powers were too unknown and slippery for Nnoitra to figure out.

“Nothin’ much. I just want to make sure my asset is safe.” Jirotoshi said and Nnoitra snorted. Jirotoshi raised an eyebrow at the reaction and subtly raised his reiatsu, making Nnoitra clench his jaw to remain standing. “Ya don’t mind, do ya? Cuz I know ya are always up for a fight.”

“Alright…” Nnoitra finally ground out and Jirotoshi released him, making Nnoitra gasp. The Fraccion was collapsed on the ground behind him but neither off them even noticed. “I’ll check up on your little boy toy for yah if yah want…”

“He’s not a toy.” Jirotoshi said and grinned in a way that set the hair on the nape of Nnoitra’s neck on end. “He is gonna be my consort, which means he will be higher than even ya.”

Jirotoshi turned and left, therefore not seeing the way Nnoitra frowned heavily and his brow came together. “That little pillow-biter is going to be higher than me?” He growled out and Tesla shakily got up to his feet and wondered if he should tell Jirotoshi-sama about Nnoitra’s irritation or not.

“That little slut isn’t good for anything but fucking anyways, so why should he be higher than me?” Nnoitra growled and picked up his weapon before moving towards where the two were fighting. Ichigo was actually winning, and Nnoitra watched as Grimmjow was forced out of his released form by exhaustion.

Ichigo stepped forward to grasp Grimmjow by the arm and Nnoitra was suddenly filled with rage. As Grimmjow and Ichigo argued, Nnoitra flung Santa Teresa as Grimmjow and caught him in the neck. Blood gushed from the wound and Grimmjow was flung to the ground, but Nnoitra noted with disappointment that the sexta espada was still alive.

“Who the hell are you!?” The shinigami called and Nnoitra turned to face him as Grimmjow cursed at him. He could see the appeal in the lithe man who was passionate and practically glowing with reiatsu that was addictive to feel. He grinned and raised his sword. Who cared if the shinigami was a good fuck? Nnoitra would prove that he wasn’t higher than him.

Jirotoshi was talking with Aizen when he felt Ichigo and Nnoitra’s reiatsu clash against each other. He frowned and whipped around in their direction but Aizen laid a hand on his shoulder.

“That bastard…” Jirotoshi mumbled and frowned at Aizen for stopping him.

“Just wait.” Aizen said in a tone that made Jirotoshi want to punch his condescending face in.

Jirotoshi’s scowl deepened as he felt Ichigo’s reiatsu spark in pain but Aizen still shook his head.

“They’re coming.”

Shirosaki stilled and searched the area in and around Las Noches quickly. There were at least four captain-level shinigami approaching and a few minor ones surrounding them as well.

The cavalry had arrived.

LINE

For those of you who were going ‘what the hell?’ at the part where Jirotoshi was masturbating, let me explain. Shiro hadn’t reached puberty yet when he was killed, and therefore didn’t deal with all the teenage raging hormones where he would get the urge to masturbate. Therefore when Ichigo woke his desire, it was the first time he ever felt like doing it, although he isn’t so naïve to not know what it is.

Also, Shiro hasn’t ‘let Ichigo go’, he fully intends to snatch him back >:3