Two of a Kind

Review Replies- VioletEyes: Kenpachi will always make trouble when it comes to Ichigo =D
BOlognaAnChi: There shouldn't be any important spoilers, if so I will warn for them.
Lynzee: There will be more! No worries!

I love this story so much right now! The different aspects and characters are coming together very nicely.

Beta’d by the beta ninja Warrior Nun- as always, thank you!

Two of a Kind: Chapter 6

Ishida and the others were worried about Ichigo, but having retrieved Orihime and defeating all of the arrancar and espada they had come across, they had accomplished their goal. Ichigo could take care of himself, a fact that everyone seemed inclined to agree with. His friends wanted to continue to search for him, but Captain Mayuri and Captain Unohana requested that they go to the main battlefield instead.

“I’ll stay and find the brat.” Kenpachi had surprisingly volunteered. Everyone assumed that he would want to get in on the big battle, but he was also one of the better people for the job.

So the others reluctantly agreed to help, where their aid was most needed and used Mayuri’s gate in order to get to the faux town. Only Kenpachi and Yachiru stayed behind, and only those two knew why.

“Are we gonna find Ichi now?” Yachiru asked Kenpachi as she hopped onto his shoulder.

“Yeah. It’s nice of him to get taken by such a strong guy. I’m going to enjoy killing him.” Kenpachi gave a twisted grin. The battle at the faux town might have more possible fighters for Kenpachi to fight, but in Hueco Mundo, there was a strong son of a bitch that had Kenpachi’s name on him.

Kenpachi definitely preferred quality over quantity when it came to battles like this, and he didn’t want to go and have to mess around with some weaklings when such a strong opponent was here. It was also a bonus to have Ichigo as the prize as well. Kenpachi was always up for doing the dance with the passionate man, whether that meant fighting or if it was in a more horizontal position. Kenpachi wasn’t picky.

He frowned as he looked at the very large castle that probably had hundreds of different hallways and rooms. Now the only problem was finding the espada and Ichigo as well.

“That way, Ken-chan!” Yachiru yelled into his ear and pointed at some obscure location that was on the right side of the castle. Kenpachi gave a gruff sigh of agitation at the delay and began to run in the direction she pointed. Fucking irritating…

…

Ichigo woke up from his forced sleep feeling secure. Not in the sense that he was safe, but more like that feeling he got when he was tucked under the blanket in a comfortable position and not too hot. He was still pleasantly drowsy and he longed to just go back to sleep, but now that he was awake, that was impossible.

He opened his eyes slowly and inhaled sharply as Shiro’s black and gold ones were the first thing he saw. Shiro smirked and pulled his head away slightly from where he had been examining Ichigo, so he wouldn’t freak out so much. He continued to straddle him, however, and wondered how long it would take Ichigo to figure out his current situation.

“I thought ya would never wake up.” Shiro said and stroked Ichigo’s orange hair affectionately as the memories finally registered in Ichigo’s mind.

“You!” Ichigo snarled at Shiro who wasn’t fazed in the slightest. He shoved at Shiro’s chest in a futile effort to make his twin brother get off of him, but Shiro still didn’t budge. “Fuck! I need to get to Karakura and save everyone, so get off of me!”

“No.” Shiro said firmly in a tone that allowed no argument, but Ichigo wasn’t one to listen.

“I said get off!” He reached inward for his reiatsu in order to raise it but was surprised when he only found a meager amount where it used to be. No, that wasn’t quite right. It was still there, but it was pushed away somewhere he couldn’t reach it. “My…spiritual energy?” He asked himself and Jirotoshi frowned.

“Sorry about that, bro. I had to make sure ya wouldn’t try to escape and get yourself killed.” He slid off of Ichigo so he was no longer straddling him, but instead stretched his body out along his side so his and Ichigo’s head rested on the same pillow. Ichigo tensed to move but Jirotoshi clamped his arms over Ichigo’s so he could barely move an inch.

“Shiro, why are you stopping me from saving our family?” Ichigo asked desperately and stared deep into Jirotoshi’s black and gold eyes while narrowed. “Goat face, Karin, Yuzu… they’re all in Karakura right now. If we don’t stop, Aizen…he will kill them!”

“I told ya, I won’t let ya get yourself killed.” Jirotoshi murmured and chanced Ichigo squirming from his grasp in order to stroke his face. “Don’t ya know how much I care about ya?”

“Why?” Ichigo said with despair in his voice. “I know you don’t remember me, so why do you care so much?”

“I might not have my memories,” Shiro said softly and leaned forward so their foreheads rested against each other, “but my soul remembers what I feel for ya.”

“Shiro…” Ichigo trailed off as Shiro cupped his chin and ever so gently brushed his lips over Ichigo’s. Ichigo inhaled sharply and tensed but Jirotoshi didn’t allow him to move away. He gripped Ichigo’s jaw firmly and wrapped his other arm around his brother’s waist tightly.

Ichigo’s breathe quickened and his eyes fluttered shut as his Shiro kissed him languidly. It wasn’t forceful or sex-driven, but sweet and tender. Ichigo felt like his mind and feelings were being torn in so many different directions. Not only was Jirotoshi his brother, but said brother was keeping him from going to save his town and the rest of his family. Yet it felt good. Too good. Like they were two pieces of a puzzle coming together, never to be split apart again.

When Jirotoshi finally pulled away, Ichigo was panting and no longer struggling. Jirotoshi felt extreme satisfaction that he was the cause and relaxed his hold on Ichigo’s waist. Ichigo reached a trembling hand up to hesitantly place it on the side of Shiro’s face.

“This is wrong.” Ichigo whispered. There were so many different things going through his head, memories of him and Jirotoshi together as brothers and the happiness and love he felt for him. Even though he knew how sick and wrong it was, he closed the scarce few inches in between them and kissed his brother.

Jirotoshi was surprised despite his hope and desire for Ichigo to return his feelings. However, he didn’t allow his shock to phase his actions in the slightest as he eagerly returned the kiss. Ichigo gave a soft moan in the back of his throat as Jirotoshi rolled on top of him and tilted his head to deepen the kiss.

Ichigo lifted up his arms and wrapped them around Jirotoshi’s back and neck, making Jirotoshi smirk into the kiss in victory. Shiro’s tongue dipped in between Ichigo’s soft lips and he nipped at them in order to encourage Ichigo to open his mouth. Ichigo did so shyly and was pleased to find that kissing was so enjoyable.

But it was going too far already, and now Jirotoshi slipped his hand in between the part of his white kosode. Ichigo shivered at the touch and twisted his head away from Jirotoshi in order to voice his protest.

“No, Shiro.” He said firmly and locked his eyes onto Jirotoshi’s. “I admit that I feel things for you that aren’t just brotherly, but I’m not ready to act on them, or am even sure I want to.”

“Ichigo, just give into this…” Jirotoshi didn’t quite whine, but his tone was slightly pleading. “I know ya want me, I can feel it.” He demonstrated by nudging his leg in between Ichigo’s and grinding against Ichigo’s bulge.

Ichigo winced at the pleasure and his nails dug into Jirotoshi’s neck and back. “It isn’t just about that and you know it!” Ichigo said and moved his hands to hold Jirotoshi’s face. “Shiro, please, if you love me only a little, understand me.”

For a moment Jirotoshi was silent and then he pulled away from Ichigo to stand. “I understand.” His words were slightly cold, but it was not because of his irritation of Ichigo, but an attempt to distance him from the very tempting man on his bed.

“Will you release me, so I can save our family and our town?” Ichigo sat up and moved so he was on his hands and knee, looking up at Jiro. “I promise I will come back to you.”

“No.” Jirotoshi said sharply and Ichigo’s stomach fell down into his stomach before Jirotoshi continued. “But if it means so much to ya, I will go save your town and family.”

Ichigo’s eyes lit up and Jirotoshi was enthralled by the sight. “Thank you, Shiro! But please let me come with you, I can help you. I’m not weak!”

“I know ya aren’t weak, Ichi.” Jirotoshi said and turned to face Ichigo fully. “But I don’t want ya to get hurt, and if I am worrying about ya when ya are there then I won’t be able to perform at my best.”

“Oh…” When Jirotoshi put it that way it made Ichigo feel like he was just someone who would get in the way. He wondered if his other friends ever felt like that when Ichigo was fighting.

“It’s not like I am doing this for free either.” Jirotoshi said and moved back onto the bed gracefully, kneeling before Ichigo so he was forced to kneel as well so his face didn’t brush against Jiro’s groin. “When I get back, I want ya to give all of yourself to me. Mind, body, and soul.”

Ichigo swallowed at the implications of the deal and apprehension filled him. “Do you mean like a slave?” He questioned nervously and Jirotoshi laughed before grabbing Ichigo’s kosode and yanked him to Jirotoshi.

“No, Ichigo, I would never take away all of your freedom and free will that way.” Jirotoshi purred and bent his head down to give a long lick to the side of Ichigo’s face. “I want ya to be my mate. For forever and always.”

“Mate?” Now Ichigo was more confused than anxious. “But we’re both guys… not to mention brothers! And what do you mean by ‘mate anyways? Is it like a boyfriend?”

“It doesn’t matter if ya are male and if we are related. As for the mate thing, didn’t Soul Society teach ya anything?” Jirotoshi drawled and he tilted Ichigo’s chin up to study his eyes. “It’s basic biology. One animal finds another animal of the same species and they fuck. Some mate for life, like I want to do with ya. The convenient thing about creature like us that have spiritual energy is that we can actually create a permanent bond.”

Shiro grinned as the information dawned on Ichigo and his eyes widened.

“I will bind us together, so nobody will ever be able to separate us again. Ya will never even be able to have another relationship, and neither will I. It will be just us. Forever.”

The way Jirotoshi said it gave Ichigo a very ominous feeling, but over the lives of his family and friends, he was willing to give everything up. Even if it meant selling himself to his brother. He felt like a whore for agreeing, but Ichigo couldn’t figure out a way around it. Not with his reiatsu out of reach and Zangetsu nowhere to be seen.

So Ichigo nodded. He was stiff and felt no pleasure in the thought despite acknowledging his not so brotherly feelings for Jirotoshi. But Jirotoshi seemed satisfied and he grinned dangerously before he smashed his lips over Ichigo’s. It wasn’t gentle like before, but passionate and slightly painful. Ichigo’s brow furrowed but he opened his mouth and allowed Jirotoshi to lick and bite at him roughly.

Jirotoshi pulled away and licked at Ichigo’s bruised and swollen lips to disconnect the strand of saliva between their mouths. Ichigo was flushed as his body reacted from the kiss and he had to force himself to keep a level head when Jirotoshi started to kiss his way down his neck.

“You need to go before Aizen succeeds!” Ichigo growled his protest and shoved at Jirotoshi’s shoulders.

Jiro paused and gave the already spotting neck a lick before lifting his head to murmur into Ichigo’s ear. “I won’t consummate our bond right now,” his words were both silky and cold, making Ichigo shiver, “but I will mark ya so everyone knows of it.”

Ichigo felt some trepidation as Jirotoshi returned his attention to Ichigo’s neck. Jiro sucked hard at the spot right above Ichigo’s collar, making Ichigo groan at the unexpected pleasure. He steadied himself by putting his hands on Jirotoshi’s shoulders and Jirotoshi hugged Ichigo tightly in response before promptly biting him.

“AH!” Ichigo’s body jerked at the sudden pain and he squeezed his eyes shut tightly as he tried to just ride it out. Jirotoshi’s bite was very painful, more than Ichigo ever expected it to be (not that he expected him to bite him). He didn’t do it quickly either, but instead ground his sharp teeth into Ichigo’s muscle and used the muscles in his jaw to work the flesh forcefully.

His body slumped in pain when Jirotoshi began to suck at the blood the flowed freely from the wound. Jirotoshi held him up and even skimmed his hands up and down Ichigo’s back in a soothing manner. Just as Ichigo was beginning to get dizzy from the blood loss and pain, Jirotoshi finally relaxed his clamped hold.

Ichigo realized why it was so painful once his head cleared a little and he could focus on other things than just how much he hurt. Jirotoshi had actually pushed his reiatsu into the wound so it wouldn’t disappear. With Ichigo’s powers he would have been able to heal it so it wouldn’t even scar, but it was clear that this one probably would.

“Are ya okay, Ichi?” Jirotoshi asked hesitantly after a few moments of Ichigo saying nothing and looking as though he was in a daze. “Does it hurt ya too much?”

“You really did mark me.” Ichigo said in an emotionless tone that made Jirotoshi frown.

“It’s because I’m leaving ya here with your power suppressed and I don’t want anybody attacking ya. Other arrancar and hollows will sense my claim and not do that.”

“Oh.” So there was a reason, other than Shiro being a possessive asshole. Shiro began to lap at the bloody wound again, making Ichigo flinch. “You know licking it doesn’t help stop the bleeding.” Ichigo informed him matter-of-factly. “Just go already, it’s not like I’m going anywhere.”

Jirotoshi reluctantly pulled away and kissed Ichigo chastely before getting off the bed. “I won’t be too long, so don’t even leave this room without me. Ya might get hurt.” Then he opened a gate to Karakura and stepped through it.

Ichigo collapsed back onto the bed and groaned as he felt the blood trickling down his neck. He had to make it stop bleeding. He forced himself to sit up again and noted with irritation that the blood was much more obvious on white then on black.

Wait…white? Jirotoshi had fucking changed his clothes! And now that Ichigo felt along his neck, he realized that Jirotoshi had put some sort of collar on him as well. Despite what he said earlier, it seemed that Jirotoshi did want Ichigo to be his slave.

Ichigo groaned and pressed the palms of his hands against his eyes and wished that everything would go back to normal again. His heart hurt at the idea of Jirotoshi just using him as a meaningless slave rather than a mate, a fact which made Ichigo’s heart beat a little faster.

He didn’t actually want to mate with Jirotoshi for life, did he? Either way Ichigo felt hurt and disappointed that Jirotoshi didn’t actually love him. But he could bear with it because of his own love for his Shiro, as well as Shiro going to defeat Aizen. All’s fair in love and war, after all.

LINE

KOSODE: Please correct me if I am wrong, but what I understand from the helpful reviews I received, the black part of the top of a soul reaper’s shihakusho is called a kosode while the white underneath is called a shitagi. The white clothes that captains specifically wear over a kosode are called a haori. If there are any corrections, please let me know!

UKE ICHIGO: I wanted to portray Ichigo as more decisive and less uncertain in his actions (because it is too easy and fun for me to make him a stereotypical uke) so please let me know how I am doing.

SEX: Unlike some of my other stories, I won’t be jumping right into sex with Jirotoshi and Ichigo, but rest assured there will be a lot of it!

FAN ART!!!!!! Artnourd on deviant art was kind enough to draw some fan art for this story, which can be found here: http:// artnourd. deviantart. com/art/Ichigo-and-Hichigo-147386501 Just remove the spaces, which I tried to keep to a minimal.