Obscurity

Disclaimer: Ichi and Hichi are not mine. They belong to Kubo Tite. Ya rly. I don’t make any profit of this. Personal interest and wicked pervertedness only.

Author’s note: As if my list of doom isn’t already long enough… Anyways… I suddenly got a wave of inspiration over me... And here’s the result. HichixIchi anyone?
Thanks a bunch to Heather-chan for being indirectly responsible for my inspiration! *huggle*
I still haven’t shown it to Benji (yeah right… I’m just starting it NOW.) So I apologize for typo’s and grammar catastrophes. After all… He can’t BETA something that’s not done… Sorrysorrysorry for loading you with work like this darling! (You know you like it though…^_~) Oh and the licorice and vanilla thing….Marco’s idea. Yeah.
Anywhooo….

Pairing: Hichigo/Ichigo

Genre, Warning, Rating: NC-17. SMUT; YAOI, LEMON, anal, oral. Solo? (well…kinda… Ichigo and Hichigo are technically the same person…^^;;). If you didn’t get any of that; This fic contains VERY graphic scenes of malexmale SEX. If this offends you, please leave. Still don’t get it? Homophobes; Just go away, now. Thank you.
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Obscurity

Ichigo felt his legs give in from beneath him, he sunk to the ground as his grip on Zangetsu weakened and the zanpakuto hit the ground beside him with a clatter.
His head felt light, and his eyes slid shut. He felt his mind go blank as he embraced the darkness.


When he opened his eyes again, he caught a faint view of peculiar horizontal clouds through the blur. The surface on which he was laying seemed to be out of glass, like a window. He knew this place.
“What the…” Ichigo brought his hand through tousles of orange hair.
“Baka.” A light chuckle made him face left.
“Who are you?!” Ichigo snarled. It took him some time to regain his focus before his eyes rested upon the one who’d talked: An exact replica of himself, only much paler. No, not pale, white.
“You can’t remember me? Aww… You disappoint me!” the replica chuckled again.
“Oh, it’s you. What am I doing here?” Ichigo continued, brushing the other off.
“You’re weak.” The shinigami stated.
“Excuse me?”
“I saw that. I see all you do, remember?” he stepped towards Ichigo. “And it was a pathetic performance too… Apparently you can’t even train right.”
“What’s it to ya?”
The other smirked. “You wouldn’t end up here if you weren’t.”
“Damn hollow…” Ichigo muttered under his breath. He threw a glance at him again; “Oi, whitey! Where’s Zangetsu?”
“Why?” it was as if he was amused.
“Well, if I am here because I need training it means Zangetsu called me. Or that I called him.”
“Either way, he’s not here.”
“Then why..?”
“You bore me.”
“What?” Ichigo was confused, then he felt the aggravation rise; “What the hell? You think I came here to entertain you?”
“Didn’t you?” the hollow version of himself stepped closer, a smirk playing on his lips. His eyebrow rose in an inquisitive manner, and he reached out an ivory hand, touching Ichigo’s cheek, running it down his neck.
Ichigo swallowed. His gaze fell to the hand that was currently tracing down his chest.
The hand reached inside his yukata, and it didn’t get much farther before Ichigo slapped it away. He turned away from the hollow. “What are you doing idiot?”
In a flash the other was standing before him, a maniacal laugh escaping his lips as he leered at Ichigo, standing only inches away.
“Where are you going?” he inquired. “You don’t wanna play?”
Ichigo started into his eyes. “Move.” He said. “I have stuff to do.”
“You’re not done here.”
“What?”
“We’re not done here.” Again the hollow shinigami smirked.
“Step aside moron.” Ichigo was getting annoyed. Passing out, ending up in this freaky world and then having to deal with the freak himself…. Great.
“Not so fast.” The pale hand reached for his chest again, stopping him. Black eyes dug into his own, mesmerizing him, making him freeze. Lips met with his. It was not careful; it was not gentle or innocent. However, it was hard, craving and intense, and tasted of…he wasn’t sure, but it resembled licorice and vanilla at the same time, it was intoxicating. Ichigo found himself kissing back.
Strong arms gripped his own, as the kiss grew deeper, the hollow almost biting.
Sharp teeth tugged at his lower lip, and Ichigo moaned slightly into the kiss. He felt the other’s lips curl into a smirk against his own.
Without ending the kiss the hollow started sliding his hands down Ichigo’s body, tugging lightly at the obi, loosening it, uncovering bare skin as the loose material slid aside.
The pale figure gave a soft growl, and went to attack Ichigo’s neck, and newly bared shoulders. Said teen shuddered in pleasure, not making any effort to stop him.
Seeing Ichigo’s reaction had the eyes of the hollow burn with lust, he licked his lips tentatively, then smothering Ichigo’s mouth with his own, pushing him down on the ground, getting on top of him.

Ichigo was pressed against the cold surface of the horizontal building. He adjusted his position slightly, finding the glass of a window uncomfortable, then gave himself over to his lookalike’s persistent, ongoing assault of his neck.
Teeth grazed over his skin, biting extra at the jugular, sending chills down his spine.
A hand circled a hardening nipple, rubbing it between thumb and index finger. Ichigo let out a sharp gasp, much to the hollow’s enjoyment.

The kisses and bites moved down to his chest, nails scraping over his skin as the slim hands roamed his body. Pale lips closed around the sensitive nub which only moments before had been worked by searching fingers. The hollow grazed it with his teeth, his tongue flickering over it slightly. He bit down, nibbled at it, biting enough for it to hurt slightly, but most of all drawing pleasured gasps from Ichigo.

The searching hands on his skin stroke over his abdomen, roamed over the rippled abs, closing in on Ichigo’s growing arousal.
The hollow’s treatment was harsh and brutal, but he enjoyed it. Answering another possessive kiss as the hollow’s mouth smothered down on his own, he felt warm waves of lust coil through his body, the warmth pooling in his groin
“Mhm…” he moaned against the other’s lips, as he felt a hand brush his erection through the material of his robes.
The replica bared his teeth in an insane grin, before aiming for Ichigo’s neck again. The kisses and lustful bites were even fiercer now, bites almost painful. Ichigo was sure they’d leave marks. As painful at it might be though, the pain was good. He found himself reaching for the obi of the other’s yukata, loosening it, reaching inside the offending cloth. His hands slid over smooth, hot skin, and he pulled the hollow closer to himself, pressing their bodies together, causing them both to moan as their erections ground together through layers of cloth.

With the pale shinigami devouring his neck, Ichigo managed to get the robes off him. In a moment of desire and frustration not to feel that warm skin against his, he ripped the garment off him. The other gave a slight bite, reminding him who was in charge, but seemed to be relieved that some of the straining pressure on his cock disappeared.
Ichigo’s hand traced the ivory skin, squeezing lightly at the firm ass, swallowing as he felt the pressure of the other’s member against his thigh.

Again the hollow started moving down, biting slightly as he kissed his way down Ichigo’s stomach. He finally gave a growl of annoyance and got Ichigo’s yukata off him, freeing the pulsing cock from its imprisonment within the fabrics. He smirked as his gaze fell to it, those dark eyes gleaming with desire. Still, he took his time, working his way down Ichigo’s body painfully slowly. Tongue swirling over the bronzed skin, dipping slightly into his navel.

Warm breath tickled in between the curly strands of hair, which were of a lighter color than on his head; Ichigo’s cock screaming for attention. But, the hollow waited. He smirked, looking up at Ichigo whose look was heavy with lust, desperate for him to ease the almost painful throbbing in his groin.
Again he closed up on Ichigo’s manhood, moving his lips dangerously close to it, breath tickling the head, already slick with precum. But no, he pulled away again, taking another detour working down Ichigo’s slim hips, which rocked so eagerly against him. His tongue ran a trail along Ichigo’s inner thigh, before finally approaching his aching flesh again.

Ichigo threw his head back in surprise as the hollow took him in his mouth, a wet, warm heaven surrounding his cock, sending an electric shock to every nerve in his body.
“Ah!”
The pale lips still only toyed with him, meanwhile a hand traveled alongside his inner thigh, brushing slightly over tight sacs, before settling, a finger circling Ichigo’s entrance.
Ichigo drew back in surprise at the ticking sensation, but he didn’t get much time to ponder over it as the hollow sucked hard down on his cock.
“Aah!”
He could feel those lips curve into a smirk around his aroused flesh. The hollow’s tongue lapped at the vein running along the underside. His entire being shook, and he relaxed giving in to the sensations, wanting to experience them all to the fully.

Sensing how his ‘possession’, relaxed, the dominant one gave a hard thrust with his finger, probing Ichigo’s entrance.
Ichigo flinched at the abrupt discomfort. He scowled down at the hollow, who sneered at him, before taking his cock in his mouth again, sucking all the way down, his nose burying in curly blonde hair.
As Ichigo gave a loud moan and threw his head back once more, the pale replica thrust in another finger, and wriggled the two digits, pressing against his inner walls.
Ichigo was caught by surprise, still feeling uncomfortable, but a jolt of pleasure went through him as the two sensations synced together, and again he found himself shivering violently, gasping out under the hollow’s touch.

Continuing to thrust his fingers deeply into Ichigo while bobbing his head up and down the boy’s length, tongue flickering over the slit from time to time, the hollow watched as his new toy squirmed with pleasure. He continued to please him, bringing him to new heights with each minute that passed. The human boy moaned loudly with each time he sucked down on his arousal and at the same time pressing the two fingers against his prostate, fucking him mercilessly with his fingers.
He felt the inner walls starting to spasm, and smirked. Letting go of his grip on the throbbing erection he got on top of Ichigo, tongue flickering over his ear as he chuckled lightly.
“You want me to fuck you?” he whispered in a hoarse voice, nibbling carefully at the earlobe.
Ichigo swallowed hard. His chest lowered and rose with each heavy breath against the chest of his dominator, pressing his entire length down on him, cocks rubbing against each other in eagerly awaited friction. He was bursting with lust, looking down; His tanned skin in contrast to the alabaster of the hollow, and their lips, which were again locked together in a deep, hard kiss, tongues battling for wins. He longed to feel the first burning prickles of ecstasy, biting hungrily at the other’s lip, as he felt his cock twitch against him, just as desperate for attention.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” the hollow asked again.
Ichigo moaned into a wanton kiss.

The fingers that had been rhythmically pressing at the bundle of nerves, teasing him all the time not to take his pleasure and frustrated need for more away, slid out of him and Ichigo heard himself protesting.
His dominator gave a look of gloat as his eyes searched Ichigo’s welcoming, sweaty body. A knee slid in between Ichigo’s thighs, opening up his legs even more as the hollow settled himself, the tip of his cock twitching eagerly against the tight hole.

Softly Ichigo rocked his hips towards him, signaling for him not to waste any time. He was desperate to reclaim that burning sensation from earlier; he’d been so close!
But nothing could prepare him for what his replica had in mind;
With one hard, deep thrust the hollow buried himself deep within Ichigo. There had been no warning, no real preparation, except from the fingers that had been so wonderfully teasing.
Ichigo grit his teeth, fighting back the tears.
The hollow didn’t seem to mind though, he kept moving, slamming into Ichigo with increased force this time. He kept moving, fucking him hard, mercilessly.

The first minutes of excruciating pain were over, and Ichigo couldn’t hold back a gasp as the coil of warmth reappeared. He had been so close to release after all, it didn’t take long for him to reach that stage again.
His legs spread wider, he pressed closer to the insane shinigami, moaning into his shoulder. The hollow made a soft sound in his throat and leaned in for an intense, hard kiss.
Ichigo was pressed harder down on the cold surface, his nails dug into the hollow’s ivory skin as he gasped, feeling the cock deep within him, the tip ticking the soft gland, making his vision blur.
Only seconds later his world exploded in white and the lopsided clouds seemed to be spinning as Ichigo shook violently all over, screaming out as he came, and shooting is seed over their stomachs. The hollow gave a choked cry as he too came, the low outcry growing into an ecstatic (and confused) scream as Ichigo’s finger slid inside of him, enhancing his climax.
When they had stopped shaking, the hollow peered down at him. Ichigo grinned mischievously, wiping away a few strands of moist hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. “What? You’re the only one who can take advantage of the surprise factor?”
The hollow sneered, thrusting into him, hard, one more time, both gasping under labored breaths.

After separating and getting dressed, the two almost identical shinigamis, one pale as a sheet, the other a young human, stood looking at each other.
A light blush covered Ichigo’s cheeks.
“You can go now.” Said the hollow.
“Why, aren’t you cold?” Ichigo arched an eyebrow. “And after giving me such a rough treatment?”
“What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” The smirk remained on the pale lips.
He leaned in, whispering into Ichigo’s ear; “Besides…You liked it…”
“You’re an idiot.”
Lips parted, revealing the sharp teeth once again, giving his maniacal laughter.
“You never explained to me why I ended up here in the first place.”
“I was bored.”
“So you drained me of energy while I was training?!”
“Uh-huh.” He smirked.
“Jackass.” Ichigo grinned. “Now, send me back.”
“As you wish.”
Ichigo saw the obscure surroundings starting to fade before his eyes, along with the image of the hollow. He winked; “If you’re bored again, you know where to find me.”


*Owari*
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