Dark Side of the Moon

Fuck You: Part 5/6
Ichigo frowned and walked to the door. He could hear Yuzu’s sweet tone as well as a drawling voice that Ichigo found way too familiar.
Ah.
It was Shirosaki. Of course it was.
“Shirosaki.”
“Ichigo!” Shirosaki sounded way too cheerful to Ichigo. “I was just telling your sister I was here to collect you so we could finish our project.”
“Oh yeah?” Ichigo said and narrowed his eyes.
Shirosaki had the grace to look a little sheepish, but didn’t back down. “Yeah, cuz we want ta make sure the poster and outline match up.”
Ichigo growled underneath his breath, making Yuzu look at him sternly. “You have to work on your project, Ichi-nii!”
“Yeah, yeah. Let me go get my stuff.”
He dodged another attack by his dad and stomped up the stairs. What the fuck was Shirosaki pulling? Now he had to go with Shirosaki or his sisters and father would think he was shirking his school work. Fucking Shirosaki. He growled underneath his breath and grabbed his stuff. What the fuck was he trying to pull?
When he came back downstairs Yuzu was beaming at Shirosaki and he was looking very smug. Ichigo narrowed his eyes and yanked on Shirosaki’s arm, “Let’s go already. We got to work on our project, remember?”
Shirosaki beamed at Ichigo and hooked his arm in Ichigo’s, pulling on him now. Ichigo tried to pull away but Shirosaki didn’t let go. Ichigo sighed and waved goodbye to his sister. Once they were out the door Ichigo elbowed Shirosaki in the ribs and escaped from his grasp.
“Look, Shirosaki. I don’t know what you’re problem is, but just knock it off.”
Shirosaki looked a little hurt at that, sending an odd shiver of guilt into Ichigo’s gut. “Can’t I just want to hang out with you?”
Ichigo narrowed his eyes a little. “No, you can’t.”
Shirosaki frowned, “Well, too bad. We need to make sure out poster and outline match, after all.” He said mockingly.
“Whatever, Shirosaki. Let’s just get this over with.”
Ichigo grudgingly followed Shirosaki to his house. Ichigo didn’t like the idea of being somewhere so personal with Shirosaki, but it would be easier to work there.
Shirosaki thought Ichigo looked good when he was sulking. He could have sworn that he saw Ichigo’s lip pout a little bit. Shirosaki was tempted to nibble on that cute lower lip and taste his mouth again, but there would be plenty of time for that later. He just had to convince Ichigo to go along with it, he probably just needed to get it out of his system. And ignore the nagging voice in the back of his head that said he didn’t just lust after Ichigo, but actually had feelings for him.
Zangetsu wasn’t home when they got there, for which Shirosaki was very thankful. Shirosaki flopped onto the couch and dragged Ichigo onto it with him. Ichigo yelped as Shirosaki yanked Ichigo onto his lap. Ichigo kneed Shirosaki in the stomach and scrambled off. Shirosaki grabbed a hold of Ichigo’s hips and yanked him back down and shoved him down so he was on his stomach. Ichigo bucked his hips to try and throw Shirosaki off, but Shirosaki flattened his body so he was spooning Ichigo’s back and pinned his hands above his head on the armrest.
Ichigo struggled some more but Shirosaki was too strong and had too good of a grip. Shirosaki buried his face in Ichigo’s hair and moved his lips to brush Ichigo’s ear. “Come on, Ichi’. Don’t be such a prude.”
Ichigo hissed and cursed at him. “Get off, Shirosaki!” He spat his name like an insult.
“Calm down.” Shirosaki whispered softly. He transferred his grip on Ichigo’s wrists to one hand and used the other to push up the back of Ichigo’s shirt and reveled in the feeling of his silky skin. Ichigo shuttered at the touch and clenched his eyes shut. “S’okay, Ichi. M’ not gonna hurt ya.”
“Yeah right!”
“Just let me feel…” Shirosaki murmured and pushed the shirt up all the way he brought his mouth down to the tempting flesh and tasted it with his tongue and teeth. Ichigo tried to move away from the touch, but only succeeded in grinding his hips into the couch cushion, creating very unwanted friction. Shirosaki moved his hand to Ichigo’s stomach so it was sandwiched between the couch and his body. Ichigo moved his hips up automatically which consequently ground his ass into Shirosaki’s erection.
Shirosaki breathed out and moved his hips forward. Ichigo tried to jerk away but Shirosaki shoved his hand down Ichigo’s pants and grabbed his half-hard cock. Ichigo gritted his teeth at the double sensation, wishing that it wasn’t Shirosaki of all people to make him feel this way. He felt so vulnerable underneath Shirosaki’s strong body.
“Shirosaki…” Ichigo whimpered and buried his head underneath his outstretched arms. “Please stop…”
“Sh…It’s okay, I’m gonna make ya feel real good.”
Ichigo moaned as Shirosaki pumped his erection again. For a moment Shirosaki’s weight was off of him and he was flipped onto his back. Ichigo blinked at the sudden changed in position and realized Shirosaki was trying to pry his legs open with both of his hands. Ichigo took the chance and punched Shirosaki in the face. Shirosaki leaned back, clutching his eye.
Scrambling away Ichigo only got a few feet before Shirosaki tackled him. They both fell to the ground with a loud grunt Ichigo clawed at the ground and tried to get out from underneath Shirosaki. Shirosaki grabbed Ichigo’s upper arms and slammed him onto his back with a loud thumb. Ichigo winced at the sharp pain and opened his eyes to see Shirosaki glaring down at him furiously.
“Stop hitting me!” He growled.
Ichigo scowled at Shirosaki. “Then stop molesting me!”
“If you would just stop resisting, you would start to enjoy it!”
“Fuck you!”
“No, Ichi, fuck you.” Ichigo blinked at the fierce look Shirosaki was giving him. His eyes narrowed in suspicion, then his head jerked back with a gasp as Shirosaki moved his mouth to bite lightly at Ichigo’s bare stomach. He tensed even further as Shirosaki used his mouth to undo his pants and pull the zipper down. When Shirosaki nuzzled his traitorous cock that was rising, Ichigo wondered if maybe he did want this. But this was Shirosaki!
His boxers were pushed down and Shirosaki licked the head of his erection, then sucked on it gently. Ichigo moaned and tried to move his hips up into that mouth, but Shirosaki held them firmly. He struggled against Shirosaki’s hold again, though this time wanting to urge Shirosaki to go faster. To please just take more! And oh it felt so good, so so good…Ichigo barely noticed when his hands were released and he threaded them through Shirosaki’s thick hair.
Shirosaki noticed though. He noticed that Ichigo was no longer fighting the sensation, but he knew that if it stopped, he would regain awareness of exactly what Shirosaki was doing to him. Shirosaki removed his mouth slowly and replaced it with his hand, he moved his body so he was hovering over Ichigo and stared down at him. What a beautiful sight. His eyes were squeezed together tightly and a light flush covered his cheek bones delicately. He wondered if Ichigo knew how absolutely uke he looked right now. He breathed heavily as Shirosaki moved his hand. Oh fuck, Shirosaki wanted him right now. But he didn’t want Ichigo’s first time to be on the floor in the living room, Shirosaki would leave the kinky stuff for later.
He moved his hand slowly away and rubbed his clothed erection against Ichigo’s bare one. Ichigo’s breath hitched and he moved his hands from Shirosaki’s head to his shoulder, digging his hands into the fabric. Deciding that this was as good a time as any, Shirosaki looped his hands underneath Ichigo’s knees and slowly lifted him from the floor. Ichigo woke slightly from the pleasure induced trance at the shift in vertigo and clutched at Shirosaki. Shirosaki was quick to distract him again with a grinding of their hips and lifted Ichigo into his arms. Shirosaki was very lucky that Ichigo was smaller and lighter than him, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to pull it off.
He covered Ichigo’s lips, desperately wanting to taste them again. Ichigo hesitantly opened his mouth into the kiss and Shirosaki immediately thrust his tongue in. Shirosaki carefully walked up the stairs with Ichigo secure in his arms. But then Ichigo had to go and squirm, making Shirosaki shiver in lust and almost drop him. With a low growl, Shirosaki shoved Ichigo against the wall and pressed against him harshly. Ichigo flinched slightly at the pain, but it was soon forgotten as Shirosaki ground against him. He moved his mouth to Ichigo’s neck, sucking and nibbling until Ichigo was sure it looked like he had some sort of rash.
“Shiro…” Ichigo whimpered and tugged lightly at his white locks.
Shirosaki grunted and collected Ichigo in his arms again, moving away from the wall and up the rest of the stairs. Ichigo was kissing back passionately now, locking his legs around Shirosaki’s waist and griping the back of his head. Shirosaki somehow managed to maneuver them to his room and kicked the door open. He immediately threw Ichigo onto the bed and covered his body. Fuck he wanted Ichigo so bad, he didn’t know what he would do if Ichigo-
“Shirosaki? This is going a bit far…” Ichigo said hesitatingly, managing to push the pleasure aside for reason.
Well fuck.
LINE
Why yes, I am ending it there. This is a pretty long three-shot, holy shit. Even if it is in six parts instead… Full lemon next time!