Next Generation

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During dinner Ichigo was rather fidgety and absentminded. To his relief it wasn’t much noticed by his family since Yuzu and Karin were rather tired (the ongoing development seemed to consume their strength at a high rate) and Isshin was preoccupied with the preparations for the congress. Ichigo couldn’t really taste the food since the premonitions he had for the night made him somewhat unwell. The frequency of his hollow showing up had spiked since a few days and it made him wonder what was going on with himself. Already the thing with Karin and Yuzu’s awakening of powers took its toll on his nerves and now the “outing” of his father had also had its blow on his mind. All he wanted now was a good night of sleep and maybe a lazy morning in bed to replenish himself without having to worry about everybody for once.

Ichigo accompanied his sisters to their room and instead of evening out the reiatsu directly on their skin he pulled out Zangetsu and placed it against the wall so that they wouldn’t stumble over it and hurt themselves. Karin immediately looked at it and touched it carefully. Ichigo explained them shortly why he would only apply the reiatsu on their skin if they had pain that couldn’t be calmed by the presence of his sword. Both of them were ok with this situation and went on to study the sword. Karin guided Yuzu’s hand so that she could find it.

“Ichi-nii, I can only feel some cloth!”, she protested at the feeling of the long ribbon wrapped around Zangetsu.

Ichigo laughed softly as Karin went on to explain how the fabric was wrapped around the iron. After that explanation Yuzu bowed formally before the sword and said cheerfully:

“Konban wa, dear fighting partner of Ichi-nii. Thank you for looking after my brother and now looking after my sister and me.”

Ichigo chuckled as he felt Zangetsu’s answer more than actually hear it in words. He patted Yuzu’s head but froze as Yuzu went on before he could render what Zangetsu had said:

“So you’re name is Zangetsu? That’s a nice name. My name is Yuzu and this is Karin, my twin sister. Won’t you be alone without Ichi-nii?”

…

“Well I hope you will have a pleasant night here. Oyasumi nasai Zangetsu-san.”

Ichigo and Karin looked with eyes as round as dishes at the youngest girl. After some seconds in pure amazement, Ichigo managed to recollect enough of his mind and tongue to ask his sister:

“You… you can just talk… like that to Zangetsu?”

“Hai.”, Yuzu replied with her cheerful voice.

Ichigo sighed and thought ‘I better start training keeping my thoughts under control while in her presence.’ while guiding his sisters gently out of their room so that they would finally finish readying themselves for the night. He frowned as the image of his hollow popped up in his mind as he bent down to Yuzu’s open arms and let himself be given a goodnight kiss on the cheek while Karin was the usual distant one with a lazy: “Oyasumi.”

The orange haired teen had finished readying himself for the night and sat on his bed. He gazed at the stars through his window and sighed. He would give a lot for just one day that wasn’t filled with any surprise or weird thing but just a peaceful and normal day. Maybe school wouldn’t be a bad thing. He felt the usual tucking at his consciousness and with an even deeper sigh he closed the window and slipped beneath the covers before his body fell into that numb and transfixed state of oblivion.

His hakama and haori were fluttering in the wind in his inner world. Sitting right in front of him was his hollow who smirked at him in that sexy and dangerous way. Ichigo noticed the absence of Zangetsu on his body and to his relief also on the body of his white reflection.

“Were ya scared that I’d trick ya?”

“Not really… was kinda obvious that neither you nor I could use him since he’s gone for the moment.”

The hollow grinned and patted the ground next to him.

“Come on… don’t be shy. We’ll have a loooooooong and pleasurable time together so how about we start it slowly?”

The sound of his voice when he said ‘pleasurable’ sent shivers down Ichigo’s spine. He wanted to resist that voice like toxic honey but his body developed a mind on its own and walked over to the one he should loathe the most. Seeing as he couldn’t escape his fate this night he surrendered and sat down at about a 90° angle with his right leg and the hollows left leg almost touching. The hollow looked at him with a strange glittering in his eyes and seeing as the orange haired teen wouldn’t move any nearer, he stood up and walked leisurely over to his king until he was standing behind him. The other shot nervous glance over his shoulder and wondered was the albino was up to until he had his answer when the other sat down and pulled him back, so as to make Ichigo lean on that white chest.

The orange haired teen struggled against the sudden embrace but as the hollow just held him close and did nothing else but that, he relaxed a bit and leaned on him. He was used to the sudden and unexpected actions of the albino and had learned to tolerate them to a certain degree. The hollow leaned a bit down and rested his chin on Ichigo’s left shoulder, his breath trailing softly over Ichigo’s cheek. Ichigo didn’t really want to admit it but it felt quite good to be held like this, protected, safe and yet still not overwhelmingly dominated.

“You’re weird today.”, Ichigo mumbled after a little moment.

“Hmmmm?”, the hollow didn’t even bother to answer properly and just hummed a question, sending faint shivers over his “captive’s” body as he felt those vibrations.

“First you show up without dragging me down immediately, then you talk to me and help me. And now you…”

“I what?”

Ichigo blushed and murmured his answer to the wind. The hollow grinned at his king’s shyness and nibbled softly at the ear.

“Heyyy!!! Stop that! It tickles!”

The orange haired teen was blushing even more and tried to lean away from strange yet somewhat appealing sensation of someone else’s mouth on his ear.

“I won’t stop until ya tell me properly.”

The hollow smirked at the red face of the shinigami between his legs. His arms were still embracing his king’s chest gently, without really restraining him. It was more of a resting place for his arms. Suddenly he felt something touch his hands and as he looked down he could see Ichigo take his hands in his own hands who had been resting in his lap. Tenderly their fingers intertwined to form one.

“You’re being nice to me.”

The hollow bent down as an answer and kissed Ichigo’s neck softly. He trailed butterfly kissed all the way from the junction of neck and shoulder to his ear and mapped the lobe with his lips. This time the original didn’t flinch but the albino could feel almost imperceptible trembling of the skin and body. Without any word spoken between them the shinigami turned his head so softly that they were face to face. Both gazed into these eyes that were so much like their own and yet so different at the same time. Under this ardent gaze Ichigo felt his resistance vanish and he closed his eyes as their faces came even nearer. After what seemed an eternity lips met lips and melt together.

It was soft and warm. Almost like the hot water of a bath wrapping itself around the lips when one dove a bit down. At the same time it wasn’t passive like water but active and the gentle pressure sent shivers down Ichigo’s spine. He felt the blue tongue lick his lower lip and he willingly gave entry to the hollow. The albino had conquered Ichigo’s mouth in a mere split second and went on to map his new prize. After a little while when Ichigo felt as if no square millimeter hadn’t been touched the eagerness of the other lessened. The hollow started to invite his original, tempting it with soft sucking on the red tongue and teasing licks at the sensitive border of the outer skin of the lips and the inner skin.

The king followed the invitation shyly. It was weird to have someone else’s tongue in your own mouth but doing the same was another sensation that he wasn’t familiar with. The hollow’s mouth was hot and wet and somehow attracted Ichigo’s tongue with a force that he couldn’t resist. Soon he was exploring that new feeling and he liked it. He wanted more and more but the lack of air soon made itself known for both and they had to break the kiss. Ichigo’s cheek were flushed but not with embarrassment like before but by a feeling that he couldn’t really understand. The only thing that went through his blank mind was that he wanted more.

The hollow smirked as he felt his king turn around and throw his arms around his neck, pressing himself against his white chest. Completely satisfied by this sudden change in mood he enlaced his waist before joining him for a heated battle of tongue. This time the kiss wasn’t as peaceful as before. Each of them fought for having the domination over the other and claim his mouth. And the winner was the hollow. With a soft moan the orange haired teen gave in and let himself be conquered. But being the “captive one” didn’t mean that the original couldn’t do anything so he slipped a hand into the white haori, trailing his fingers over a trained white chest.

If the albino had been surprised by this he was enough of a poker face to hide it. After a last swirl of his tongue he broke the kiss, just to place an open-mouthed kiss on the jaw line, making the frown on his king’s face disappear with a little mewl. He trailed down, tasting, licking and nipping at the warm skin until he reached the little spot where collarbone met collarbone. He kissed a necklace for his lover as said one offered him his vulnerable throat while moaning softly at those endearing touches. The fingers on the pale chest wandered deeper and traced those firm and defined abs. This time the hollow couldn’t suppress a delightful shiver.

The black haori glided down with a soft rustling of the unearthly silk as the albino tugged at it to bring out the broad yet slender shoulders and chest of his king. The skin with its healthy tan seemed so dark against those pale white fingers that the hollow wanted to take it all in, this pulsing warm life into his dead and cold self. His own white clothes slid down his chest as the orange haired teen wrapped his naked arms around his lovers chest through the already largely opened front of the white haori. Pressing his body against the other Ichigo lifted his head up for another kiss to which the hollow immediately replied.

With gentle force the albino pushed his original down onto the ground, squinting past Ichigo’s closed eyes to properly lay out the spread haori for a comfortable place. As his lover slowly made contact the hollow stayed put on his hands and separated himself from his colorful original while he, the pale copy, stared down to the flushed beauty beneath him. Through the eyes hazed with lust Ichigo was staring back, wondering why the hollow had stopped. He wanted to ask but he lost himself in those golden eyes as the hollow came near again and started to suck at the already erect nipples drawing gasps and moans from his lover. His mouth wandered further south while his fingers continued to play with the nipples. He stopped at the navel and licked once around it before dipping in. The strong abs were undulating as their owner managed to produce something between a laugh and a moan. The long white fingers were tucking at the hakama, trying to get rid of the restricting fabric that enveloped the hard bulk.

Suddenly the hollow felt his king sit up and looked up with a wondrous glance to what the shinigami was up to. A bright blush of arousal mixed with embarrassment was painted all over the teen’s face as he stammered something incomprehensible.

“Say what?”, the hollow rose an eyebrow in slight amusement.

“Ummm… I should… you said… ehrmmm… the blowjob!”

The hollow burst out laughing. With a slightly annoyed frown the original hit his hollow while the other almost came undone.

“Heyyyyy… I’m serious… you said you wanted a … one for your advice. I don’t like being in other people’s debt.”

The hollow collected himself a bit and said with an underlying laughter:

“I won’t let ya until ya tell me exactly what you want.”

He rose to his feet and squatted down so as to be just a little bit higher than Ichigo who had come to sit on his knees. His hand lifted his original’s face up while his thumb rubbed tantalizing over the lower lip.

“Beg me to let ya take my cock in your mouth and fuck your face until I come all over your face.”

The hollow could almost see the vein on Ichigo’s forehead pop in anger but he felt the anger more than he saw it because Ichigo bit down on his thumb. Enough to hurt him but not as hard as it would have been needed to truly draw blood.

“I am. NOT. going to beg. And now get rid of that.”

The smirk on Ichigo’s face was so much like his own and since he used the commanding tone that truly belonged to the king of this body and inner world the hollow gave in and stood up. The belt was soon gone and his hakama fluttered down to pool around his ankles while his throbbing erection sprang free. In a mockery of submission the original came nearer on his four, moving with the same grace and sensuality as a cat.

“Then how do ya want it? Standing?”

“Sit down.”

With a leer on his face the hollow did so and opened his legs in front of Ichigo, giving him a full view on the assets and gesturing like some kind of cook presenting a delicious dish. Now it was the orange haired teen’s turn to raise an eyebrow and retort:

“Let’s see if this is good enough for a king.”, before enclosing the base of the cock with a firm grip.

He slowly pumped it with firm strokes until a white pearl of precum had formed on its tip. Ichigo knew what he had to do now but right before his tongue reached the cock his inhibitions kicked in and he froze. The hollow had watched him do so silently and knew that he shouldn’t press on right then. It was already amazing how Ichigo had been able to catch up on the game and play his role so well while still being the normal teen that was slightly taken aback with all this. After all, the hollow was a part of Ichigo and he knew exactly how he felt. The albino put a hand on the side of his head gently guiding the kind over this slight moral hurdle. He could almost see it when Ichigo thought:

“Screw the rules!”, before taking a breath and tentatively licking at the head of the cock.

The precum was quite bland though slightly bitter with a little salty hint in it. Ichigo decided he could live with that taste and tried licking the cock from base to top, like the hollow had done on him some times before. He started to work the hard shaft, encircling the tip with his tongue, playing with the sensitive folds of the foreskin and nibbling very softly at the long and swollen blood vessel trailing along the shaft. Before he took the final step to take the cock into his mouth, he glanced up while cupping the balls. As he massages them he could see the flares of lust in those golden eyes and the accelerated breath of the hollow. Ichigo closed his eyes, not wanting to get distracted from his actual occupation by the gorgeous appearance of his hollow.

At first he just sucked at the tip, holding it between his lips, finally drawing some real gasps from the hollow. Then he opened his mouth, taking care to hold his teeth away from the sensitive skin, and slid down onto the shaft until he felt it hit the back of his palate. Now he was a little at a loss to what to do. It had always felt wonderful when the hollow had pleasured him with his mouth but he couldn’t really remember the mechanics of how the albino had done that. He tried swirling his tongue around and though that was rather difficult since the cock in his mouth took almost all the available space he managed to do so in a rather clumsy way. But hearing the soft moan that escaped from the hollows lips seemed to indicate that his effort wasn’t vain. Ichigo remembered that the hollow had moved his head while pleasuring him.

With his tongue pressing against the underside of the cock Ichigo started to bob his head up and down the shaft, keeping his teeth away and looting out how much he could actually take in. The deeper the cock went the less pleasant it felt for Ichigo. When he actually hit something in the back of his mouth he gagged. Instead of pushing out the cock it drew it further in. Somewhat panicking Ichigo drew back a bit fast and let go of the cock with a wet pop. He coughed a bit at the weird feeling in his throat while the hollow gently patted his head while whispering calmingly:

“Shhhh… deep-throating is for some other time… try humming…”

*cough* “Hu-humming?”

The orange haired teen looked up with some tiny little tear drops in his eyes. He seemed to think about it and cocked his head to the side thinking before getting back to work. Again he slid down the shaft, pressing his tongue onto the cock and as soon as he had reached the maximum he could take without gagging, he hummed in a single low tone. The result was almost immediate. He could feel the hollow shuddering in pleasure as he gripped into Ichigo’s hair with both hands now. Ichigo smirked in his mind at the thought of finally being able to make that self-confident albino trash in pleasure and started to bob his head, alternating tongue play and humming until he heard the choked question of his hollow:

“Can… can I … come inside?”

Instead of answering the king took his horse’s cock the furthest he could and hummed deep and strongly. The lithe and pale body beneath him tensed up and only the fact that he was sitting and the securing hand Ichigo had put on his hips prevented him from thrusting into Ichigo’s mouth and said one could feel the hot semen coat his mouth. It was so much that he had to swallow in order not to choke. A little bit dribbled from the corner of his lips as he released the softening cock. Strong arms covered with a faint screen of sweat pulled him up where lips met lips and they melted in a heated kiss. Ichigo could feel his hollow taste himself in his mouth and when they unlocked, a little string of saliva still connected them. Wanting more Ichigo drew the other in for another kiss.

These kisses that followed weren’t loving and caring ones or those forceful and almost raping ones of a past that seemed so distant now. No, they were dirty, erotic and all that a man could hope to get from a heated kiss. They didn’t know anymore where the other began and where they ended themselves nor how much pressure really crushed their lips. Only the need for air could really draw them apart. Ichigo noticed that he was suddenly naked and on his back again. He cursed himself for having once more not noticed what the hollow was doing and hissed softly as the hollow bit down on his right nipple while playing. The white hands were everywhere on his body, drawing exquisite feelings from places he didn’t know that they could feel so good.

The hollow grinned while mapping the body of his king with his hands and mouth. He had been so sure about it, that if the king was enjoying himself this much it would be much more fun for himself too. He gripped the firm buttocks while beginning to lick his original’s cock. Feeling his lover’s body tense up and shiver furiously as he bobbed up and down the shaft he smirked inwardly. Ichigo’s blowjob had been rather good for a first try but the hollow would teach him more ways to do it so he deployed all his ability and brought the teen to the verge of completion. Then he drew back.

Just as Ichigo wanted to protest the hollow laid two fingers on his lips. The orange haired boy understood immediately and began sucking keenly until both fingers were copiously coated with saliva. He knew what would come next so he unconsciously wiggled his ass into a rather comfortable position. The smirk on his lover’s grew even wider but the bitchy blue tongue kept to herself, sparing Ichigo from a lewd remark. Slowly a single finger entered him. The slight burn was nothing new and the teen had gotten used to it. When a second finger entered him it stung a bit more and Ichigo couldn’t hide the slightly pained expression his face automatically took. Saliva only just wasn’t the perfect lube since it dried rather fast in this windy place. The hollow frowned at the obvious discomfort.

“Ya ok?”

Ichigo nodded before adding: “But I wish we had some better lube.”

The sound of what exactly he was saying made the teen blush and turn his face to the side. The hollow laughed softly and said:

“It’s up to ya to call it here, king.”

“How do you mean that?”

The hollow drew his fingers out his lover’s ass and bent down so as to be only millimeters from his mouth away. Tantalizing hot breath trailed over the sensitive lips as the albino whispered:

“It’s your world. Ya can call anything and anyone here as long as you want it to be here. Just imagine a flask of lube next to us and there it’ll be… make it something like oil or so.”

The last sentence had been added since the hollow sensed that the inexperienced boy might not know what to take as lube. Said teen had closed his eyes and did what the albino had told him. With an amused smirk the hollow saw a simple bottle of oil appear to his right. Only when he opened the lid with a low click the original opened his eyes and stared incredulously at the bottle. The hollow let a copious amount flow over his fingers before inserting two of them right from the beginning. Ichigo sighed in relief that the burn had faded to the strange feeling of something stuck up his ass and started to relax. He pushed back onto the fingers, wanting them to reach the place that made him always shiver in pleasure but the hollow denied his king this pleasure. Instead he continued to scissor him and when he deemed that he had had enough stretching, he slipped them out, chuckling evil when he saw the disappointed wanton look in the teen’s eyes.

“How do ya want it?”, the hollow put all of his seduction skill into this single sentence while lubricating his own cock that had hardened again with some oil.

The teen blushed furiously before murmuring:

“This way is fine.”

The pale copy smirked as he gripped his original’s hips to help him position his cock right at the entrance. Ichigo held his breath as the head passed the tight ring of the puckered entrance and the rest made its way in one slow motion until the hollow was fully sheathed into that hot and tightly squeezing entrance. Only then Ichigo seemed to remember that he needed air and he forced himself to breath, gasping as his body tried to adjust to the intrusion. Taking deep breaths he tried to relax, thankful for the rest the hollow gave him, waiting for him to ease himself. As the uneasiness disappeared Ichigo unclasped his hands from the fabric of his haori and embraced his lover as a sign for him to move.

The blue tongue licked over the lower rosy lips, demanding entrance which was granted willingly and their lips melt together as the hollow pulled back until only the head was inside before slamming back all the way. Ichigo moaned his pain and pleasure into the mouth pressed shut over his own, biting down softly onto the dark lower lip. The taste of iron and blood filled his mouth as a tiny drop escaped the tiny wound. The lips around his own moved and the teen felt the smirk just before the hollow slammed again into him. Alternating slow pulling out and fast thrust the hollow set a maddening pace of sensual torture, bringing Ichigo closer and closer to ecstasy but never letting him go over the edge. The kiss was long broken off and the teen arched his body, trying to express his feelings since his voice had disappeared to let animalistic pants and moans escape from his throat.

Nails trailed over the white skin, leaving red marks as the hollow picked up the rhythm, this time angling his hips to attack his lover’s prostate directly. He refused to touch the neglected dick because he was wondering if he could make his king come without touching him directly. He ignored the rising pressure in his lower body, that escalating wave of pleasure. But seeing the state his uke was in, he knew that he could make it and it wouldn’t take long since the cock was already dripping with precum. Gritting his teeth to hold himself together he sped up, pounding into that pliant body beneath him until he saw Ichigo arch his back so strongly that he almost feared that he would break his spine in his own before those hot walls became incredibly tight around him. Cum splattered over their stomach as the silvery threads flew up high while Ichigo climaxed hard. The hollow thrust one more time into this convulsing hole before giving in to the wave of pleasure, coating his king’s inside with his semen.

Ichigo was too dazzled to do anything. That incredible feeling he had experienced right now had blown any reason from his mind. His body was heavier than ever before, pinning him down to the ground. He felt the limp cock slipping out him, followed by something trickling out of his hole, and frowned at the sudden feeling of emptiness. His eyes were shut and he wanted nothing more than just to sleep. The hollow laid down next to him, pulling him with his strong arms into an embrace that wouldn’t be more than a momentary break until the next round. A little worried question made it through the bliss in his head, just to disappear again as the dark lips captured his own again.

“Will my body last?”

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Glossary:

Konban wa = Good evening
Oyasumi = Good night (Oyasumi nasai is the more formal and polite form of it)
Haori = trad. japanese clothing, upper part of the body
Hakama = trad. japanese clothing, trousers

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