Stay with me

Disclaimer:

I still don’t own H.ichi or Ichi. Believe me, if I did….Kukuku….*drools*

Warning:
NC-17: Yaoi, Lemon, Oral, Anal, Angst Fluff/Waff

Author’s note:

Another oneshot Lemon... *sigh* I will do a chapter one....Soon... I dunno… Most likely a Naruto one. Maybe a ByaRen…
But still… A lemon a day keeps depressions away! ^___^

But omg! I decided to throw in some fluff! Yaay! H.ichixIchi fluffy-smut, what else do you need??
As most of my other Bleach-fics, it’s for Heather-chan!
Thanks for getting me into Bleach smut hun! And for letting me be your slut! X3 *huggles* And dear Lord am I sorry for how long it took! That was the worst slump, EVER!

Note: This is not a sequel to either ‘Obscurity’ or ‘Strawberry Bathtime’. Zomg! Virgin-Ichi! *le gasp*

Also, I'd like to say that if anyone thinks I've stolen something from Hellsing/Hollow_Ichi (LJ). I have drawn some inspiration from her, yes. But she is my good friend, and I'd never steal from her.
Besides, I started writing this thing before I read her fic. Just so you don't go flaming me for no reason... I luff you Hellsing! *huggles*


Stay with me

Ichigo sank down on his bed.
His head felt heavy, his muscles sore and tense and there was an emptiness in him, that he couldn’t explain. A loneliness that didn’t seem to want to leave him alone, even though he wasn’t lonely at all: He had his family and his friends, and yet this aching pain wouldn’t let go of him.
He didn’t even know why it was there, much less why he felt so awful today.
Like any other day, he’d started out by receiving an almost fatal kick to the head by his father, -which he with the skill he’d perfected over many years, dodged. Then he’d had breakfast, gone to school, slain a hollow on his way back and gotten it over with.
Nothing special had happened. And yet….This depression was so heavy on his shoulders, just as it had been so often lately.
He didn’t know why he felt so miserable lately, but was starting to suspect that the void in his heart was a result of how he was able to help people, rescue them, maybe the whole town, hundreds of people, every day, and yet…There’d been nothing he could do for his mother back then…
He sighed deeply, leaning his had on the wall.
Surprisingly the surface wasn’t hard at all; but soft and warm.
He turned his head, and realized he was leaning on a person, or more specifically a replica of himself.
“Whitey?”
“Good evening aibou.”
Ichigo suddenly felt uncomfortable and fussed a great deal to sit back up, way from the hollow’s body.
He found though, that he was being held back.
The replica pulled him back, whispering into his ear, in a voice that was different from how he usually sounded: “What’s wrong?”
Ichigo hesitated for a split second, then jerked himself loose. “Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not lying! Nothing’s wrong. And even if it was, I don’t have to answer to you.”
The hollow gave a lopsided smile, “Why are you so aggressive? I’m here to help.”
”Yeah right.” Ichigo snorted. “Your way of helping normally consists of beating me black and blue and then throwing me back into battle…”
“You make it sound so cruel.” The black eyes met with Ichigo’s own. “I do that to look after you, you know.”
Ichigo scowled. “Really? I find you have a strange way of doing so.”
“Maybe that’s because you don’t give me a chance?” the hollow tried. “Tell me what’s wrong…”
“I told you, nothing’s wrong!” Ichigo snapped. “Please…” his voice softened. “Leave me alone Hollow…”
“Ichigo…” the hollow looked at him, his black eyes locking to Ichigo’s, it felt as he was trying to look into his very soul. His voice dropped to a low whisper. “Please…tell me what’s wrong…I can tell that something’s wrong.”

Ichigo hesitated. The Hollow seemed serious. His eyes, no matter how black, were carrying a tint of worry, and genuine concern.
And…the aching inside of him was even worse now. Maybe if he talked to someone for once, maybe if he opened up….Even if it was to this guy…
Or maybe that was it? This guy exactly. They were the same after all; two souls in one body. Maybe the only ‘person’ worth talking to was the hollow?
Something loosened in him, ha gazed over at his replica again.
“How do you know..?” he said, almost whispering.
“Because…” Hichigo replied, running a pale, slender hand through Ichigo’s hair. “I could tell…It rains in my world when you’re sad, it’s been raining a lot lately. I’m worried.”
His pools of black were dead serious, but still soft as he looked Ichigo into the eyes.
He hated it when his aibou was down. He wanted him to be happy; he wanted him to be his usual sarcastic and careless self.
When Ichigo was down, Hichigo felt incomplete. Sensing the worry and sadness in the human broke him down, that was why he was here now.
He wanted to make Ichigo feel better and to let him know he was there for him.
“You and I are bound together after all…” he whispered. “Please, don’t let me worry about you. Please tell me what’s wrong.”

Ichigo sighed deeply.
He was still uncertain, but the hollow seemed sincere, and he had a point.
Swallowing his pride he let his head tilt forward, resting his forehead on the hollow’s chest. “Why…” he whispered. “Why is it that I can save so many people….Why is it that I can protect people I don’t even know…when I couldn’t…I couldn’t…It was my fault!”
He bit back a sob; the void in him ached worse than ever before.
Instantly the hollow knew what he was talking about. He pulled the boy closer, pressing his lips gently to his forehead.
Ichigo flinched, but found the light touch comforting.
Silent tears flowed down his cheeks as the memories welled up in him.
It felt good though, to know that Hichigo was there with him, his comforting, reassuring warmth, and the way he kept kissing the tears away.
“It wasn’t your fault…” he whispered. “It wasn’t your fault. You were only a child. You can’t compare what’s going on in your life now with what went on back then. It’s no use…”
Ichigo let his eyes meet with the hollow’s again.

Hichigo looked at his aibou, and the pain reflected in his eyes. He wanted to make him feel better, wanted to take all the pain away.
Softly he touched his lips to Ichigo’s.
Again Ichigo flinched, but made no effort to pull away, instead he tilted his head to the side, nudging the tip of his nose against Hichigo’s pale cheek and kissed him back.
He needed this; this comforting touch, this closeness that the hollow provided.

Hichigo bit lightly at his lower lip, deepening the kiss, their tongues touching for a brief second. Then he broke the kiss: “Don’t be sad aibou…” he smiled slightly, touching his hand to Ichigo’s cheek. “It doesn’t suit you…”
“I miss her…” Ichigo’s voice came through, sad and low. “Sometimes I feel so lonely…”
“You’re not lonely. You’re never alone.” The white shinigami replied. “I’m always with you Ichigo.”
It hit the teen; it was true. Hichigo resided in his body, he was always with him, literally. And whenever they met, even when they fought, he felt t ease and somehow safe with him. This person, this soul, who never asked any questions, who gave him his privacy, and yet provoked him in such ways…. He truly never was lonely as long as he had the hollow. He’d just never considered it that way before.
All resent was blown away: He just wanted to stay like this, in his arms, warm and safe and peaceful.
“I know…” he whispered.

The hollow smiled, pulled him close for another kiss, murmuring against his lips: “You have no idea how much I care about you…”
A tint of pink spread across Ichigo’s cheeks as he let his lips meet with the hollow’s again, his words comforting more than he’d thought.
It was as if the soft pale lips that were pressing gently against his own took away the pain inside of him, and brought him a sense of security; replacing the pain with warmth and fuzziness.
“Mm…” he moaned softly into the kiss as their tongues brushed each other, carefully, tentatively.
He’d always thought the hollow was crude and rash, but this…He’d never though the replica was capable of such gentle caresses and bringing forth this kind of feeling in him.
The kiss broke, Hichigo ending it by kissing the corner of Ichigo’s lip.
His yellow and black eyes were gazing at him, questioning, as if asking if it was alright for them to do this.
Ichigo was confused. Confused and overwhelmed, but not uncertain: It was true after all; that he’d been thinking of the hollow more than he liked to admit, and that those lips were the only things that seemed to be able to comfort him.
And though he wasn’t aware of the fact that the hollow felt more than just pity and worry towards him, he understood that the bond between them was stronger and deeper than he’d thought.
A bit hesitant he kissed the hollow, taking the initiative for the first time.
Instantly the innocent, hesitant kiss was answered.
“Ichigo…Don’t be sad anymore…” the hollow whispered to him, catching his lower lip in a soft bite; “I care too much about you to see you sad…”
Ichigo curled up to him, allowed the hollow to take over, letting himself get engaged in one kiss after another, all of them deeper and more intense than the next. Still….So soft, so careful…His heart was racing in his chest, and feelings that were unknown to him up until now was roaming his body.
But they both knew he needed this, both knew they needed this.
Ichigo needed the comfort and assurance, Hichigo needed to know that his aibou was alright. They needed each other after all, on several levels.
“Ichigo…” the hollow whispered in a low, raspy voice, his blue tongue brushing over Ichigo’s lips, darting inside his mouth once more, as his hand began to wander.
It ran down Ichigo’s lean frame, circled over his stomach, outside his shirt, and went up under it, running up his back.
Ichigo’s skin produced goose bumps as he brushed over it with long, slender fingers, running his hand in circles, up and down.
In-between the kisses he whispered over and over: “Daijoubu…Shimpainai…Daijoubu…” to soothe him, although it didn’t seem Ichigo was upset any more.

It was only when he went a bit too far; a searching hand brushing over Ichigo’s crotch, starting to unzip his uniformed trousers, reaching inside, that Ichigo flinched and pushed him away.
“No.” he panted, rubbing his lip, which Hichigo had bitten in shock at the sudden rejection.
“You’re not ready.” Hichgo stated.
Ichigo blushed, bit his bruised lip.
“That’s ok…I don’t want you to feel bad. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“You didn’t scare me.”
”Good…” Hichigo aimed for his lips again, but the teen pulled away once again.
Black and yellow eyes dug into Ichigo’s, worried and somehow offended, he pulled back.
“Sorry.” He turned away, seemingly uncertain, but it was concealed fairly well. “I’m sorry I freaked you out…”
“No….It’s just…” Ichigo started but interrupted himself.
Hichigo stood up. “I understand. You feel better now, right?”
The teen nodded.
“My work here is done…” said the white shinigami. “Rest now.”

He was about to disappear into his own world, when he felt a soft tug to his yukata. “Don’t go…” Ichigo’s words were barely audible. “Stay with me…”
The hollow shinigami turned to him again, meeting his gaze; and his lips, as Ichigo kissed him, hesitant but still determined.
Hichigo found himself being perplexed and confused, but he kissed back.
As their tongues met and explored each other, Ichigo less aggressive than himself, yet demanding, the hollow noticed that the kisses were different from before. Ichigo had changed now; he didn’t seem worried anymore.
He was still blushing, intensely, but kept demanding more and more kisses, his hands running up and fisting in the pale one’s hair.
They fell backwards, onto Ichigo’s bed.
Under him, Ichigo was writhing, still bringing their lips together, almost desperately.
“Don’t leave…” he whispered again.
“Is that why you’re doing this?”
“No…” the boy breathed, gazing into his eyes, breaking the kiss for a second. “It’s because… I want to… I already felt lonely. I need you… I need you like this...”
The hollow needed no further invitation. He saw it in his eyes, on his body; the human wasn’t lying, he wasn’t a good liar anyway, he truly did need this.
Hichigo was no different; inside he felt the want well up, his arousal was awakening inside the layers of fabric, and he needed so badly to make the boy feel good. He couldn’t even understand it himself; Where did this…this love for his aibou, for Ichigo, come from? All he knew was that it was there. And he just wanted to show it to him, and let him know.
He lowered on top of him, kissing him softly, tracing a line of little pecks down his jaw-line and neck, running his tongue over his earlobe, the shell of his ear, breathing softly into it, having Ichigo shiver.
“Then let me…” he purred. “take away that loneliness…”
Meeting Ichigo’s lips in a feather-light kiss, the tip of his tongue barely brushing over the contours of the boy’s lips, he whispered; “I need you too…”

Breaking the kiss, he let his skilled fingers open the buttons in Ichigo’s shirt, kissing his way down his chest as he went along.
Ichigo himself found that his hands were wandering on their own, down the hollow’s slender body, untying the obi, searching through the fabrics until his fingertips met with smooth, warm skin.

The hollow replica continued his assault to Ichigo’s skin; kissing and biting his way down the boy’s stomach, which was now fully exposed, dipping his tongue into his navel, swirling it playfully; blue contrasting the pale skin.
Ichigo shook lightly, both from pleasure and because it tickled.
Hichigo’s fingers were moving even faster now; pulling the boy’s pants down, boxers following, uncovering the awakening arousal.
Hichigo’s own cock throbbed as he saw it, warmth pooling in his groin, along with excitement. He had however decided to proceed carefully; his objective was after all not to hurt Ichigo.
He let his tongue dart out, barely touching the weeping head of Ichigo’s erection.
A jolt went through the teen at the unknown sensation.
“Ah!”
Hichigo smirked.
Once again he parted his lips, tongue meeting with the boy’s flesh, swirling around the head, the tip dipping slightly into the slit, drawing another surprised and pleasured gasp from the teenage shinigami.
When he with determination took the whole thing in his mouth and sucked all the way to the base; curly strands of orange tickling his nose, he let a cautious finger run over the boy’s virginal entrance.
Ichigo arched back, clenching the pillow as he cried out in pleasure; “O-oh God!”
Letting his finger still play at the opening, the hollow kept sucking; hard and still careful at the same time. Ichigo’s hand fisting in his white hair.
His tongue followed the vein on the underside, lapped at it where it met with the crown.
“Aah…” Ichigo moaned, thrusting back into the warm, wet heaven: And as he did, the hollow’s finger slid into him and he shot his back, gasping; “H-Hichi!”
Continuing to suck him off; deep, hard, hungrily tongue brushing up and down his shaft, teeth scraping carefully, he thrust another finger deep into his human lover, pressing against the bundle of nerves that made Ichigo’s eyes fill with tears as he threw his head back moaning over and over.
Gazing up at him he let go of his shaft, Ichigo letting out a whimper of protest as he did.
“Don’t worry…” the hollow smirked, sliding his fingers out of the boy, Ichigo emitting another protest.

As something warm, wet and kinda shy brushed Ichigo’s entrance, the boy shook like never before, disbelief and pleasure mixing as he realized it was the hollow’s tongue.
Yet another deep shade of scarlet rose to his cheeks while the shivers went through him as Hichigo’s tongue darted in and out of his opening, warm waves of want and pleasure shooting through him.

Hichigo rose to his elbows, licking his lips, and got back on top of the redhead.
Their lips met in a kiss, and Ichigo was still blushing deeply.
Despite the slight embarrassment and shyness, Ichigo let his hands run down the back of the white one’s yukata, pulling it off him, revealing a pale, muscular body and his cock; fully erect throbbing with need, weeping at the tip, twitching in anticipation.
The boy swallowed nervously, but the look in his hollow lover’s eyes told him it was ok.
“I’ll be careful…” he whispered. “If it hurts, I’ll stop… I don’t want you to be in pain anymore Ichigo…”
Their lips met in a tentative kiss.
The hollow pressed the length of his body against the frame of Ichigo’s body, the tip of his cock brushing his opening, aching to enter.
Ichigo wrapped his arms around Hichigo’s neck, pulling him closer, feeling of intensely he really wanted this, aching to feel him inside, to be as close to him as he could.
“Ichigo…” the hollow whispered against his lips, letting their tongues meet as he started to press carefully on the entrance.
Ichigo clenched his eyes shut at the sharp pain that shot through him as the white shinigami pressed harder against him.
Hichigo stopped, waited and kissed him softly; lips, eyelids, neck, ears and then lips again. Ichigo sighed deeply, rocking against him, his erection being rubbed between their bodies. The boy gave a lustful moan, a need he’d never felt before rising inside of him.
The hollow understood, he knew what Ichigo wanted, maybe even better than the boy did himself; again he thrust against the tight hole, entering slightly.
“Nng…” Ichigo grit his teeth.
“Ssh…” the hollow soothed. He kissed him softly, calming him. “Just breathe, and it will be ok…”
Gritting his teeth again, Ichigo thrust back into the hollow, ignoring the pain. The lust that had awoken in him was stronger than the pain he felt.
The hollow had made him feel good, and he wanted to feel it again.
Hichigo obeyed, burying himself to the hilt inside the young boy.
Ichigo swallowed, but behind the pain was pleasure. It was just a brief flash, but it was there, and it had him buck his hips, rocking against the hollow, urging him to continue.
“H-i…chi….”
“Mmh…” Hichigo smirked, moaning softly into his ear. “That’s right….Just enjoy…Let me make you feel…mh…Good…”
He thrust into him again; “Ah…”
The boy was so tight around him, so young and innocent, his inner muscles tightening and releasing working around his cock.
“Oh…God…Ichigo….aaah…” he moaned.
Ichigo moved against him again.
He felt weird, entrance was stinging, Hichigo’s length deep inside of him was uncomfortable, yet pleasurable in some strange way….and it filled him, completed him and made him want more.
The hardness inside of him brushed something… something he didn’t understand, but that sent a jolt of pleasure through him; he shook violently and cried out; “Aah!”
The hollow smirked, kissing him.
He knew exactly where to aim; angling his every thrust to that spot; never failing to get a moan or wanton gasp out of the boy.
Ichigo tightened even more around his cock, the pale one shaking as well, moaning, breathing heavily.
Their chests lowered and raised against each other, pearls of sweat dancing on their skin.
Labored breaths echoed in the room as they both moaned into each new kiss.
Ichigo’s pain was now completely forgotten; gone so to speak.
He didn’t think such ecstasy existed.
With each thrust, each movement… New pleasure was discovered.
“H…Hichi….Aah…”
He moaned against the pale neck above him, biting carefully at his shoulder.
And just as he thought he couldn’t feel better, more complete; the hollow angled a perfect thrust, hitting the bundle of nerves right on, a tingle shooting up Ichigo’s spine.
Warmth coiled from his groin throughout his body; the ecstasy spreading to every cell in him. “Oh…Aah….H-ichi…Hichigo!” it didn’t even feel strange to cry out a name so familiar to his own anymore.
He felt insanely hot, warmed with each second that passed, the tingling growing stronger.
He thrust back into Hichigo, just as hard, just as lustful and needy, his cock being rubbed in-between their sweat-soaked bodies, intense bliss spreading from that part of him as well. And then it exploded: A white flash went before his eyes, blew his mind and sent him into a spin as he covered their stomachs with white.
“Aaah!”
Hichigo couldn’t take it; the way he looked, the way he felt… The closeness of their bodies as well as souls; giving one last thrust, he dove into him, tipping over the edge and came; spilling his seed deep within the boy.

They remained on top of each other, breathing just as heavily, basking in the afterglow.
Hichigo kissed his human lover everywhere; showered him with soft pecks and careful kisses. The boy nuzzled in closer, catching those white lips with his own, kissing him, and murmuring something that neither of them caught.
Then he gazed into orbs of deep black and yellow; “Thank you…”
The hollow smiled, stroke him over the hair, kissed him softly on the temple. “You’re very welcome…It was a pleasure…” he chuckled. “But promise me Ichigo… Don’t do that to me again…Don’t ever feel like that again.”
Ichigo brought their lips together. “With you by my side I won’t.”
“Good boy…”
The hollow wrapped his arms tightly around him. “Rest now…”
“Will you stay?”
“Of course.” Hichigo smiled softly.
Ichigo nuzzled into his neck, smiling against the porcelain skin.
“Aibou…I love you…” was the last thing he heard as his eyes shut, the boy drifting off to sleep while their bodies were still entangled in the sheets.


Owari~

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