Midnight Snack

Author’s notes:

This PWP took forever to write, even though I had it just about all planned out. I was in a slump again, and then I was sick…x_X Gomen!!
I’ve never written foodsex before, so I don’t know if it came out good. I’ll let you be the judge of that, so be sure to let me know what you think!!

I wrote this fic for Heather-chan, rather than sketching something for her. Hahah, you’re special hun! ^___^
I finished it in the middle of the night, so if the writing’s a bit off at the end…that’s the reason. I went to bed at 1.am, but couldn’t sleep because I had so many ideas for fics and stuff…So I got up and finished this thing… Now it’s 07:08 am, and I’m going to bed… I’ll have it beta’d as soon as possible. Urr…and I know that the time in the fic and the title doesn’t match… but ‘midnight snack’ sounds a lot better than ‘three am. Snack’…^^;;
But this IS a PWP after all, so it’s the lemon that matters, no?

Hope you like!

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. TTATT Tite Kubo does. He’s lucky.

Warning: NC-17, Yaoi, PWP, Lemon, Anal, Oral, Food-sex….Do not read if you do not like. Ok? Good. ^.^

You can start reading now. *goes to bed*

Midnight Snack.

It was pitch black outside, the house was silent. The alarm clock showed 03:16 am.
Ichigo sighed. He couldn’t sleep.
He knew he shouldn’t have stayed up all night on Friday and Saturday, playing video games with Chad and the others. That had caused him to fall asleep Sunday morning, and sleep all through the day.
That was the reason for his current state; awake -and hungry.
One thing was for sure; he wouldn’t be able to sleep like this. He needed a snack.

He snuck down the stairs, making sure not to make any noise, only stepping on the steps he knew wouldn’t creak.
Entering the kitchen he didn’t bother turning on the lights.

Ichigo opened the fridge, his gaze wandering over the leftovers from dinner, vegetables and yoghurt, neither of which tempted him.
On the shelf below however; he smiled as his eyes rested upon tomorrow’s dessert.

Just as his hands reached out to grab the bowl, he felt another presence in the room.
“Who-?!” he twirled around, and met with a pair of well-known black and yellow eyes.
“Up for a snack?” the white shinigami asked.
“Ah, hai…”
“Let’s see what we’ve got here then, shall we?” the hollow peeked over his shoulder. “Strawberries, eh?” he smirked, grabbing the bowl and putting it on the counter.
“I’m in the mood for some goodies myself…”

Before Ichigo had time to think, he was pressed up against the refrigerator door.
A carton of milk felt cold against his bare back, but soft, warm lips were covering his own, smothering his mouth in a demanding kiss.
The instant heat that pooled in his groin was enough to make him forget all about the cold, and his hunger.
Another hunger however, was awakening.
He knew from experience that the hollow hardly ever appeared unless he wanted something. And what he wanted wasn’t too hard to guess.
“Ichigo…” the hoarse voice coaxed, lips finding his neck.
He swallowed hard, fisting his hand in tousles of white. Teeth were scraping along his jugular, whilst warm breath danced over his skin.
He felt a distinct throb in his lower regions, and something hard pressing against his abdomen.
Their lips met again. One kiss turned into several, each one growing hungrier by the minute.
H.Ichigo’s blue tongue slipped into Ichigo’s lax mouth, meeting with an equally eager tongue that it brushed over, intertwined with, and forced into submission.

When the kiss broke, Ichigo’s head was spinning.
The hollow would do that to him; appear out of nowhere, turn his world upside down, fuck him senseless and disappear. And frankly, the teen wouldn’t have it any other way.
Through glazed eyes he attempted to catch a glimpse of what the replica was doing.
He was reaching past him, for something located in the fridge.
Grinning triumphantly he presented to Ichigo a can of whipped cream.
Ichigo watched, the expectations rising in him as the hollow de-capped it and covered the tip of a big, red strawberry in whipped cream.
He offered it to Ichigo, touching it to his lips. “Taste…” he demanded.
Ichigo flicked his tongue out, licking carefully before taking the first bite, his lips sensually around the berry.
“God you’re sexy…” the hollow whispered.
Ichigo smiled at him, taking another bite. “You want some?”
The hollow leaned forward, biting Ichigo’s lip. “What I want….is you…”
Ichigo pressed against him, noticing how the replica was hardening, his cock pulsing and throbbing through the fabric of his yukata, his hands began to wander, loosening the obi, the fabric falling to the floor.
Though having seen it many times before, Ichigo gasped slightly, a shiver running down his spine once he laid eyes on that pale, muscular body.
He reached out, searching fingers brushing over rippled abs.

H.ichigo smirked, tilting his head slightly to the side. “You like what you see?” he asked, lips finding Ichigo’s neck.
“Don’t I always?”
The hollow chuckled against his skin, biting a little harder.
Ichigo gasped.
His eyes were closed, the boy concentrating on the feelings of pleasure that coursed through his body, wishing for those hands to move further down, and then suddenly; “COLD!”
“Ssh…Relax.” The hollow purred, spreading more whipped cream on Ichigo’s neck, making a trail down his chest.
Pressing Ichigo against the refrigerator door again, he proceeded to begin licking off the cream, his tongue lapping at the most sensitive spots on his neck and torso; jugular, shoulder, collarbone… He let the tip of his tongue linger at a nipple, brushing over it, tasting the sweet cream, biting slightly.
A shiver went through the teen.
“You like that? Hmm?”
“Yeah…”

The hollow took another strawberry, biting down on it, offering his lips to Ichigo.
They shared a kiss and the berry as well. It’s flavor dominating the kiss, making Ichigo want it to last forever; the sweet taste lingering on his lips long after it broke.
With longing eyes he watched as the replica moved the hand holding the can down his own body; leaving yet another trail, all the way down to his manhood, covering it completely. He smirked. “You want a taste of this?” he asked, implying more than what the words held.
Ichigo nodded, swallowing hard.
“Get down then…” the voice was barely audible.
Ichigo nodded, dropping to his knees, greedily taking the other’s member in his mouth, sucking all the way to the base.
The hollow had to support himself at the counter. “Ah!” he was completely taken by surprise. “My…Y-you’re eager to-today! Aah!”
It was obvious though, that he didn’t mind at all. He started to thrust gently back into Ichigo’s mouth, his hand resting on the boy’s neck.
“Ichi…”
Ichigo looked up, brown eyes locking with black, but he didn’t stop what he was doing.
His tongue ran over the head, slid into the slit, the hollow shaking violently.
He smirked, going deep again; the bitter taste of the hollow’s cock being concealed by sweet flavor, which again mixed with the taste that was H.Ichigo.
Finding that he was enjoying to do this more than usual, and listening to the hollow’s quiet moans made him want him more than he had in ages.
His entire body was burning, longing to be touched, longed for those lips and teeth to kiss and bite all over; marking him as his. He ached for the close contact that only the hollow could provide. His cock was throbbing with need, his entire being screaming for the hollow to enter him, to fuck him.
And yet… He continued, tormenting himself further, just to please the pale shinigami, just to show his affection.
The convulsive grip the hollow had on his neck, tightened as the shinigami shook more violently than before.
Through gritted teeth the pale one uttered a low “Fuck..!” Before getting in control of himself, demanding; “Stop. Ichigo…Stop!”
Looking up at him, with a questioning look, Ichigo stopped obediently. He licked his lips, demanding an answer.
“You’re amazing at this…” H.Ichigo panted. “But you don’t want me to come, do you?”
The teen didn’t reply, just kept staring.
“If you made me come…” the hollow continued, jerking Ichigo up by his hair.
“Ow!”
“Sorry…” he went on; “If you made me come… I wouldn’t be able to fuck you, now would I? And…” he grinned, baring his teeth. “You do want me to fuck you… Right?”
Ichigo stared into those eyes; heavy with lust.
“Yes…” he whispered.

Pale, white hands wandered down his body, pulling his pajama pants down. They pooled around his feet. Ichigo sighed with relief as his throbbing erection was freed from it’s imprisonment. Wrapping his arms around the hollow’s neck he pressed himself against him, against the length of his body; their erections grinding together.
The teen kissed his hollow replica deeply, cravingly, laying back on the kitchen table, pulling the other down on top.
The hollow seemed to still be confused at his sudden determination and initiative, but he didn’t utter a single complaint.
Instead, he let out an animalistic growl; biting down on Ichigo’s bottom lip.
Ichigo squirmed, pleasurable pain shooting through him. Warm breath ghosting over his ear had him arching up to the form on top, gasping as his cock ground against the hollow’s stomach.
H.Ichigo reached for another strawberry, coated it with whipped cream and smirked, running it along Ichigo’s inner thigh, towards his entrance.
The strawberry, and the fingers holding it brushed over the tight hole, most of the cream rubbing off onto his skin.
He pulled back, taking a bite of the strawberry; there was hardly any cream left on it.
Leaning forward, H.Ichigo kissed his aibou. “It tastes like you…” he purred. With his tongue he slid the last bite of the berry into the teenage shinigami’s mouth, his cream-coated fingers brushing over the boy’s opening as he did.
The touch had Ichigo shivering, feeling even more desperate than before to feel the hollow inside.

Finally the replica gave in and lowered himself on top of the boy, catching his lips in a soft kiss. Anticipation shot through Ichigo as he felt the tip of his hollow lover’s cock on his entrance.
Their eyes met, the hollow smiling reassuringly, though he knew Ichigo trusted him and wasn’t worried at all.


Even with nothing but the dim light from the fridge illuminating the dark kitchen, Ichigo could clearly see the pleasure written in the hollow’s face as he entered him; quickly, burying himself to the hilt at the first thrust.
Though he was used to it, and the pain wasn’t as severe anymore, and even though he gave a soft cry of pleasure, feeling complete at last…The hollow stopped.
Ichigo protested weakly, but was silenced with a hard kiss.
“Be patient aibou…”
“I’m fine…” he breathed. “Move… Take me…”
The hollow emitted something like a snarl, and obeyed; thrusting even deeper into him.
They both gasped out into the kiss.
“Mmh!”
“How’s that?” the hollow asked, his voice raw and raspy.
“Harder…” Ichigo bit his lip. “Please…”
“As you wish…” the hollow’s blue tongue flickered over Ichigo’s earlobe and had him squirming and arching up; meeting with his thrust.
“Ah!”
H.Ichigo smirked, the boy under him was clearly enjoying himself, his eyes and impatient movements begging for more. And he hadn’t even found the spot yet….
He gave another deep thrust, moaning into a new kiss.
The boy’s inner muscles contracted around him; he grew tighter around his cock.
A spasm went through the both of them. It was immediately followed by a hard deep thrust; this time angled upwards.

Ichigo felt the member inside of him brush over the gland that made him feel like he was on fire.
“Aah!”
“There we go…” H.Ichigo purred, hitting the spot again.

The foreplay with the whipped cream had driven them both to their limits. They both knew it wouldn’t last long, and neither of them cared.
As they moved together, faster and harder with each thrust that the hollow gave and Ichigo met with bucking hips and strangled cries, their breaths grew heavier and beads of sweat danced on their skin.
The sweat also made the whipped cream from earlier feel sticky.
Still focusing on Ichigo’s pleasure, making sure to keep hitting his prostate, keeping him begging for more, the hollow began showering his chest and shoulders with kisses.
He kissed, licked and scattered light bites all over the teen’s bronzed skin. He tasted sweet.
“Aah…H.Ichi-Mh!” Ichigo arched his back, biting the hollow’s shoulder, his legs spreading wider.
“Fuck…yes…Ichigo…”
The teen under him was beginning to tremble violently; spasms shooting through him. The boy tightened again; H.Ichigo feeling light-headed at the sudden wave of pleasure that came over him.
“H-Ichi—H.Ich! Oh! Aa-“ he was about to scream as he saw stars, but was silenced by a pair of lips, and a kiss that tasted of strawberries and vanilla.
Still shaking violently, Ichigo wrapped his arms even tighter around the white shinigami, his nails digging into his back.
The hollow’s thrusts were getting fiercer now; harder, faster, his breathing sounding heavy and ragged. His black eyes were tightly shut as he gave one last, deep thrust, sending yet another intense wave of warmth through the young shinigami.
He trembled, let out a stifled moan and collapsed on top of Ichigo.

They didn’t say a word; lay there in silence, staring at each other.
The hollow’s lip quirked into a small smile. He kissed Ichigo on the forehead, offered him another strawberry. The boy took it from his mouth with his teeth, smiling back.
“Was this what you had in mind?” the hollow asked.
“Actually, I was just hungry…”
“Did I disappoint you then?” he asked, teasingly.
“Not at all…This was much better…” he chuckled. “Could you get off me though? I think my back’ll break if I stay in this position…”
The hollow stood, and helped Ichigo to his feet, then reached him his pajama pants.
“I prefer this to sleeping.” He grinned.
“I still need to get some sleep though,” Ichigo replied, yawning.
“You go get some sleep, I have work to do.”
“Work?”
“Hollow stuff…training…Nothing interesting.” He smirked. “I’d rather give you an encore…” he pulled him close, tugging at his lower lip with sharp teeth.

“Ichigo! Are you in the kitchen?” it was his father’s voice.
“Err…Yes!” Ichigo turned to the hollow with an apologetic look on his face.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you sooner than you think.” The hollow chuckled, biting him on the neck. “Good night aibou. Sweet dreams.”
In the next second he was gone.

The lights were turned on, and Isshin stared at his son.
“Ichigo! How do you explain this mess?” he gasped. “You ate all the dessert?!”
“Sorry… I was sleepwalking…” Ichigo said, rubbing his neck, a sheepish grin plastered on his face.
His father sighed. “I guess it can’t be helped then… Clean this up and go back to bed. Honestly, waking up people in the middle of the night like this…Kids!” muttering under his breath he left the kitchen, turning off the lights as he did.

Ichigo was left, starting to clean up.
He heard a faint laughter, and a voice saying; “Save the whipped cream for later.”
He smiled to himself and shut the refrigerator door, the room falling dark again.

**Owari**

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