While you were sleeping

Disclaimer: I do not own these two hotties. Kubo-sensei created them, he makes all the profit. I just write smut, that’s all.

Warning: PWP, NC-17, Yaoi, HJ, Oral, Lemon

Author’s note:

This is a short iece that just fell into my head while I was planning ‘Midnight Snack’.
I couldn’t get rid of it and decided to write it, FINALLY.
So I thought: “Hey, why not dedicate it to my reviewers?”
This is my way of saying thank you ^___^

Hellsing, Anan, Hakuyako, Ashke, Wonderfully Redundant, Lici, Pho, Tori, Yaoi is in the Air, GoldenSuzaku, Silverblaze…. Heather-chan of course, and all of you out there who read and review my fics: Thanks a million! I love you all! This one’s for you! *chuu*

While you were sleeping

Karakura town was quiet, not a cricket was singing it’s sleepy tune, not a cat was roaming the streets.
The sky was blackish blue, a few stars twinkling behind dark clouds, the moon shining brightly.
The Kurosaki household was also at peace.
A quietness that only came at night was over the house.
Isshin slept in his bedroom, snoring loudly.
Yuzu slept peacefully in her room.
Karin was away on a class trip.
And Ichigo… Ichigo was sprawled on his bed in his rather messy room, in deep sleep.

That was how he lay as a pair of dark eyes fell upon him.
The pale shinigami smiled slightly, his eyes resting on his sleeping aibou.
“How adorable.” He said to himself.
He almost felt a tad mean at the thought of what he had planned, but not much.

The hollow slunk over to the door and peeked down the hall; no sign of life, only a loud snoring coming from one of the rooms.
He snickered, shut the door and locked it.
He proceeded to close the window, pulling the curtains in front of it. Then he stepped over to the bed.

A pale hand reached out and stroke the sleeping teen over the head.
“Ichigo..?” he tried.
There was no response. He was in too deep of a sleep to react to anything.
The same devil that had shot through the hollow’s system earlier that night, when he’d got this wicked idea resurfaced. He smirked.
“You just sleep aibou…” he whispered. “I’m gonna bring a little extra to your dreams.”

He slipped into bed with him, kissing him briefly on the lips, trailing feather-light pecks down his neck and his chest.
His hand wandered under the blanket, finding that the teen shinigami was not wearing anything. It was a hot summer night after all…
H.Ichigo grinned triumphantly. “You’re making it easy…” he whispered, his tongue brushing over the shell of Ichigo’s ear.
The teen shook lightly. “Mmh…” he murmured, turning his head.

Again H.Ichigo let out a low snicker. His wandering hand ran over slim hips and reached for Ichigo’s manhood. As his hand closed around it, it immediately hardened slightly.
The hollow arched an eyebrow. “So that’s the kind of dreams you have…” he chuckled.
Carefully he started moving his hand; pulling the skin back and forth, Ichigo’s cock growing harder in his hand.
“Aah…” the teen breathed, giving a slight thrust back into the hand that was stroking him.

The hollow moved down on the bed, settling between the teens legs, leaning forward, brushing his tongue over the head.
Ichigo stirred, and the white shinigami pulled away slightly, preparing for the teen to open his eyes. He didn’t. He was still fast asleep, though his cheeks and neck were flushing slightly.
H.Ichigo waited, grinning as the teen bucked his hips, as if asking for more.
He’d gotten to him. He was in Ichigo’s dreams now, he knew it.
“H.Ichi…Don’t stop…” the sleepy murmur that escaped Ichigo’s lips had the hollow laughing quietly.
“So demanding….Even when you sleep.” He leaned forward again, taking him in his mouth, sucking down to the base, a muffled cry emitting from the boy’s throat.

Ichigo was dreaming; he was in an obscure world; intense pleasure was shooting through him. Through blurred eyes he saw a blue tongue lapping at his cock.
It was as if he saw himself from the outside and the hollow too. Yet, he could feel every sensation clearly.
Gently, hesitantly he thrust back into the wet warmth, and was met with a searching tongue and teeth that scraped gently along his length.
He moaned.
He felt tousles of white hair in his hand, it fisted around it, pulled at it.
His other hand gripped a hold of a white pillow; they were on a bed now. He clenched the soft fabric, rocked his hips towards the mouth that was pleasuring him.
With each moan that escaped his lips the hollow seemed to answer; a low murmur in his throat that felt as a vibration going straight to Ichigo’s throbbing cock and up his spine afterwards.
“Aah…”
He thought he heard shushing… He wasn’t sure.
They were alone in this obscure room… why would the hollow shush him?
He didn’t care.
The Hollow sucked hard down, his nose burying in curly hair.
His tongue trailed up Ichigo’s length.
He bit back a cry.
A hand joined the lips that played on his hardness.
It started running up and down, adding to the pleasure, syncing with the lips.
On top of that the tongue that swirled over the head, lapped at the vein and dipped into the slit sent coils of warmth from his groin, through his blood and all the way back.
He arched, thrust back into the hollow, his grip on the pillow getting more convulsive.
“Fuck…He’s gonna make me come…” he heard himself thinking.
Intense bliss shot through him; an explosion sending him all the way into space and beyond as he threw his head back and gasped out the hollow’s name.

H.Ichigo reached out a hand, covering the teen’s mouth as the violent tremble went through him. Simultaneously he sucked hard down, his hand pumping Ichigo as the teen came; shooting his seed.
And he greedily swallowed every drop of it.
The ragged breathing that filled the room was like music to his ears. He smirked, looking up at the flushed teen. His grip on the pillow had loosened; he’d turned his head again, still sleeping. His cheeks were burning red and his chest was lowering and rising heavily.
He stood, walked up to the sleeping teen again, looking at him.
Leaning forward he kissed him softly. “I’m leaving now. Hope you’ve had a pleasant dream.” He smiled. “Good night aibou.”
With those words he disappeared, retreating to his own world.

Minutes later Ichigo woke up.
His head was still spinning, cheeks still flushing from the dream he’d had.
A bit confused he looked down himself; there was no trace of sticky white anywhere. But…He’d come, hadn’t he?
He’d dreamt that the hollow had…And then he came. He’d felt it clearly. Could it really have been just in his mind? But, it’d felt so real…
His eyes wandered; the door was shut, and so was the window and the curtains. He knew that wasn’t his doing.
“What’s going on here?” he asked into thin air.
Noticing something, he touched his fingers to his lips. It tasted of vanilla and licorice…
He smiled.
“You were really here, weren’t you?”
There was no answer, but he knew.
“Damn hollow.” He smiled into the darkness.
Laying back down he fell asleep instantly, the scenes from his ‘dream’ playing over again in his head. It wasn’t as real this time, but the smile lingering on his lips was.

*Owari*
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