Caught in the Act

Author's notes:

Alternate universe fic that popped into my head while I was writing something else. I finally got the time to do it! ^-^
In this fic, Ichigo and Hichigo are twin brothers. Hollow Ichigo will be named Shirosaki. (Who cares that Kurosaki Shirosaki sounds weird...) But usually shortened to Shiro (for the same reason).
Neways, my third attempt to write a threesome. And a bit more daring that my usual stuff. Yeah! Wicked! xD

Warnings:
AU/AR, NC-17/R, Yaoi, M/M, M/M/M, Twincest, HJ/fingering, anal, oral, bondage, toys, double penetration, kinda-sorta rape

03.07: Edited some minor flaws.
Caught in the act

Life was unfair.
It was summer vacation, but Ichigo's teacher had still swamped the class with homework.
He'd been over at his friend Renji's house, studying.
Usually when they were 'studying' it would include junk food, video games and very little school material. Sadly, Renji's boyfriend had been there too.
He was a few years older, president of the student council., straight A student and very concerned about Renji's grades. He wanted to make sure Renji got into university, but the red was so sick of school he'd rather throw himself in front of a semi-trailer during rush traffic.
And yet, they'd been cramming over their books for four hours, under the raven's strict glare.
Ichigo didn't get how Renji could be dating that guy.
Byakuya was far more than a prude. He was just...boring.
But that was not how Renji saw it. And Ichigo just knew that the moment he was out the door, they'd be fucking like bunnies.
Because as far as he'd understood, Byakuya's biggest talent he'd only show Renji.
He frowned.

Then he frowned again when he saw the combat boots in the hall.
"Fuck."
Although he didn't want to hear it, he couldn't help but listen for the well-known noises.
And yeah. There they were; moans and pants, coming from upstairs.
That, along with the boots in the hall, as if the motorcycle outside could only mean one thing: His twin brother had his moron lover over.
Ichigo rolled his eyes as he headed for the kitchen. He opened the fridge, but closed it just as quickly.

His brother Shirosaki was the rebellious of the two.
He was the one who had insisted that they were old enough to stay at home when their dad and two sisters went away on vacation. Ichigo had agreed, true, but had he known that he would have to listen to this all summer he'd gone with the rest of the family.

Shirosaki had found Grimmjow... Grimmjow!
At some rock concert sometime around Christmas.
Grim was a notorious delinquent of Spanish heritage. No one knew his real name.
He was part of a biker gang known as 'Arrancars', along with other semi-Spanish criminals.
His hair was dyed in a strange blue color that bordered on green in certain types of lighting.
He hardly ever wore a shirt, usually he just wore the gang's 'uniform' jacket over his bare chest.
That's right. They wore uniforms.
The combat boots were not part of the dress-code, but he never went anywhere without them.

Rumor had it Grim had been to jail.
Or at least juvi.

Not a weekend passed without him getting into trouble, either with some random people he just happened to punch, or with the cops, as a result of said incident.
He drank too much. He smoked way too much.
Ichigo was surprised he hadn't seen any needle marks on his arms yet.

Needless to say he wasn't too happy about his brother's choice.

The first time Shirosaki had brought Grim back home, they'd both been completely wasted.
They'd had loud obnoxious sex in the living room, and passed out there.

Ichigo could still remember how little he'd slept that night. And how pissed he'd been that they just left their mess and god knew what else as they left, leaving him to clean up, before his father, Yuzu and Karin came back.

He muttered something, and headed up the stairs.
At that moment, everything peaked.
He would come to learn many things about Grimmjow and Shiro. Things he had never really wanted to know.
And his opinions were to be tested.

The moans were louder now that he was on the same level as them.
They were gruff and hoarse. So they were Grim's.
Now and again he'd hear a softer, more muffled sound, undoubtedly coming from his brother.
There was only one problem, he stated as he stopped outside Shirosaki's bedroom door.
The noises weren't coming from in there.
They came from his room.

"Ah, for fucks sake!" he cursed. "Shirosaki!"
There was no reply. So they didn't hear him.
And he had no choice but to interrupt them.

So he slammed the door open, and what he saw..
What he saw was his brother, stark naked on his bed, with Grimmjow's cock in his mouth.
The biker had his eyes closed, hands fisted in Shiro's hair, and was leaning back against his pillows.
"What the fuck Shiro?!"
They ignored him.
How respectful.
"SHIRO!"

His twin jerked his head upwards, but was hastily pressed down again by Grim's hand.
He swallowed his cock again, drawing a pleasured moan from his lover. Then he pulled away. But his hand remained at it's base, continuing to stroke Grim, in determined, rough strokes.
"Ah jeez..." Ichigo frowned. "What the hell?!"
"I believe we've been caught." Grim said, a twitch running through him as Shiro's hand stroke him more rapidly. He groaned. "Your brother is unpleased..."
Shirosaki looked at Ichigo, and sneered.
He licked his lips, not for a moment stopping what he was doing.

Soon after, Grimmjow gave a low moan, and came, molten globs of white hitting Shiro's face, clinging to his pale skin. It slid down his cheek, leaving a sticky trail.

Shiro sat up, reaching for the tissues in the windowsill. He wiped his face and threw the paper to the floor. "What's your problem, little brother?" he asked.
"You!" Ichigo barked. "You are my problem! Why the hell are you two in here? What's wrong with your room?!"
"It lacks..."
"Lacks what?"
"Excitement."
Shiro stood, and sauntered over to him.
Ichigo noticed that he was still hard. He'd interrupted them in the start-phase.
He was undecided on whether that was a good thing or not.

"In your room..." Shiro continued. "There is always a possibility..."
"Always?! You've done it here before?!"
Shiro moved in close, his lips grazing over the shell of Ichigo's ear. "...that we'll get caught..."
His hardness was pressing against Ichigo's abdomen.
"....that you'll walk in on us..." Shiro's voice was a melodic purr.
"Isn't that what you wanted?" Grim inquired from the bed. His voice was carrying the tone of the smirk on his lips.
"I'm not fucking kidding Shiro!" Ichigo glared at him with defiance.
"Neither am I," the twin replied, his tongue darting out. It swept gently over Ichigo's earlobe. "Won't you let us play some more?"
"Hell no! Go to your own room!"
"Then...." pale hands wandered under his shirt. "Will you stay? And play with us?"
"Shiro! Stop it!"
"Have you forgotten..?" he purred. "We used to do this all the time..."

How could Ichigo forget?
All those times they'd slept in the same bed, shared the same baths, all those times he'd let his brother enter him and make him his. Never telling anyone about the close relationship they shared.
It had ceased when they turned sixteen. And then Shiro had met Grim.

Part of Ichigo's reluctance towards their relationship might've have been out of jealousy as well as worry for his brother. But mostly annoyance.
He was sick of them going at it like rabbits everywhere. He was sick of worrying about his brother every single night when they went out.
And he was just plain pissed at Shiro for doing this to him; for touching him in this way when he should have been apologizing and getting out of his room.

But that was not what he did.
Oh no, his paler twin grabbed his arms and pushed him back against the wall.
He laughed. A hollow, teasing laughter when Ichigo protested.
He pushed him down on the chair next to the closet.
"Grim." he said firmly.
The blue-haired man smirked and came over to him.
"Let's tie him up."

Ichigo tensed.
"Shiro! Don't you dare!"
His twin cocked an eyebrow. "What are you gonna do about it?"
"I'll show you!" Ichigo growled, pushing Shirosaki away.
But he'd been prepared, and forced him back down. "Grim," he jerked his head. "Hold him."
Grimmjow grinned evilly, holding Ichigo down.
He was strong.
A lot stronger that both of the twins. As if Ichigo had expected anything else.
He glared at his brother. "I'll fucking kill you!"
Shiro just smirked. He tied Ichigo's wrists to the chair with some sort of leather straps.
Grim was still holding him while Shiro got the boy's pants and underwear off.
Ichigo protested. But there was nothing he could do. Shiro was already tying up his legs as well, making sure they were thoroughly spread.
"Are you planning on raping me?" Ichigo asked angrily.
"Maybe...If all goes well..." Shiro replied calmly.
"He's impatient, isn't he?" Grimmjow demanded.
"If you only knew..." Shiro chuckled. He turned to "Now now, be a good boy Ichigo. Or I'm gonna have to gag you."
"What the hell are you talking about?!"
"That whining of yours." he retorted. "It's not very sexy."
"You'd whine too, if you were being tied up!"
"Quite the contrary." Grim grinned.
"Oh shut up."
"That's it. Last chance. I'm shutting you up."

Shirosaki reached for a scarf on the floor. With swift movements, he gagged his brother.
"There. Much better." he nodded.
Ichigo tried to curse at him, but it only came out as a muffled 'mmmph'.

"Now what?" Grim asked.
"Now..." Shiro purred. "We'll continue where we left off..."
Grim smirked, pulling Shirosaki close.
Instantly he smothered the pale boy's lips with his own.
Ichigo's eyes widened.
Not that this was any worse than what he had witnessed earlier, but at this rate... He knew the two on the floor before him, and they wouldn't stop. At this rate they'd go all the way. And he would have front row tickets to the show.

He saw Shiro's mouth open, and Grim's tongue slipping inside.
His hand reached for Shiro's erection, which was awakening again.
The boy moaned and ground against the elder. Grimmjow growled in his throat, grabbing Shiro's cock, starting to move his hand.
Shirosaki shivered. He moaned into the kiss, his hand snaking it's way up Grim's back, to his hair.
It fisted in the blue tousles.
Grim's lips moved to his neck, biting and sucking. But he was jerked back by his hair, as pale lips forced themselves onto his.

Ichigo tried not to stare, but it wasn't easy.
And even if he looked away, Shiro's moans were impossible not to hear.
His eyes wandered, from the display of tongues that met and parted, lips that were caught in-between teeth...to hands that wandered on sweat-slicked bodies.
He stared at Grim's cock, rough and thick, twitching slightly, pressing against Shiro's hip, while Grim himself was continuously stroking Shiro's own.

Shirosaki's body trembled from the pleasure.
His knees gave in, and he sank to the floor.
Ichigo couldn't help but watch as Grim's other hand traced Shiro's hip, proceeding to graze over his ass, before sliding into him.
Shirosaki gasped, pressing back onto the finger.

Ichigo swallowed.
His eyes met with the dark ones that belonged to Shiro.
It seemed to him that the eyes were saying; "I know you like it..."
It bothered him.
He didn't want to look. Yet he couldn't avert his eyes.
He couldn't look anywhere but at his brother's pleasured face, or at the hand that was on his cock. He couldn't stop the sensation of longing that grew in him.
And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hold back the erection he was sporting.

Shiro saw it.
He saw the lust in his brother's eyes. It was very badly hidden.
It added to the pleasure he got from his lover's hand, and still he pulled away.
He moved towards his brother.
Ichigo's eyes followed him. His erection throbbed.

Shirosaki reached out a hand, stroking his cheek.
"Sweet, sweet little brother..." he whispered. "I feel your..." he gazed down at his cock. "Pain..."
Ichigo 'mmf'ed through the gag.
Shiro pulled it slightly down, allowing their lips and tongues to meet for the first time in more than a year. He pulled away. "Let's play a game."
"Game?" Ichigo managed to stutter before he was gagged once again.

He watched Shiro in slight worry, as he grabbed another silk scarf from the dresser. This one, he folded. He then tied it around Ichigo's head, making sure it covered his eyes and that he couldn't see anything.
He was now completely immobile, apart from his ears. He could still hear what was going on.

And though he couldn't see a thing, he was still fully capable of imagining what was going on right in front of him.
He knew, without seeing, that Shirosaki was positioned on all fours in front of Grim, and that the man was entering him right now.
He heard his brother groan, he heard his breathing go heavy.
He heard the sounds of bodies slapping against one another, and skin meeting with each hard thrust. He knew that Grimmjow's hand was on Shiro's cock, pumping him as he moved hard and deep inside of him.
He knew that Shiro was thrusting back into him, and that he had pleasure written all over his
face.
He was blind to the sight, and yet he saw it clearly.
And it made lust wallow up inside of him, coursing through his blood.
His cock twitched in the direction where he knew the couple were.
And then, Shiro's lips were there, pressing gently on the weeping head. His warm breath tickling him and sending wonderful shivers down his spine.
He knew that it was Shiro's mouth that was caressing him. He'd never quite been able to forget exactly how those lips and that tongue felt, when they engulfed and tasted him.
And while Shirosaki was taking him in his mouth, sucking all the way to the base, his tongue lapping at the slit and the vein, Ichigo knew that Grim was slamming into him from behind.
He moaned, but the sound was stifled by the cloth in his mouth.
He tried to grab a hold of the armrests, but the leather straps made it impossible. His hands gripped into thin air. His toes curled against the floor. But couldn't quite reach, so only his nails barely scraped against the floorboards.
The heat around him went deeper, until breath met with golden locks, and then Shiro released and pulled away.
His breathing was ragged and strained. The sounds that escaped his lips revealed that he was coming.
Ichigo could see him in his inner eye: sweaty and shaky, mouth partly open and eyes closed.
His cock twitched with need.

He heard them kissing.
That meant Grim had pulled out from inside.
Had he come?
Most likely not, since he tended to be very vocal.
The kissing noise stopped. He waited.
Anticipation rose in him.
His cock ached.
And the pressure was lightened. Once again did warmth engulf him. Once more he felt a pair of lips working their way down his length.
But the pleasure didn't stop there; a soft brush against his entrance made him quiver and gasp against the cloth.
He was puzzled at first.
How could Shiro's tongue be both at his entrance and on his cock?
It struck him: It was them both.
Involuntarily he rocked gently against the sensations.

The tongue on his entrance moved along his inner thighs.
It met with Shiro's, and joined it, licking the vein on the underside of Ichigo's throbbing member.

They took turns.
Shirosaki watched with lustful eyes as Grimmjow took Ichigo's full length in his mouth and sucked.
He pulled back, allowing Shiro himself to taste his brother again. He did, and then made room or Grim once more.

Ichigo shivered. Again his hands groped for thin air.
The sensation changed with each suck; he recognized Shiro's; teasing and determined, with teeth that scraped ever so gently. Once in a while letting a moan escape those lips. It came off as a vibration in his throat that planted itself in the center of Ichigo's craving.
And then it changed: Grimmjow was rougher. His movements were quick. His teeth were there too, in a more painful way, but still not enough for him to dislike it.
He swallowed hard, biting down on the gag. Now Shiro's tongue was on his opening, darting inside, before they switched again.

When the dual sensation went away, he didn't have time to register it.
There was still one set of lips willing to pleasure, and it stole all of his attention.
Meanwhile, someone loosened the gag, and freed him from it.
He moaned loudly.
And with his lips parting, he found himself having a cock stuffed in his mouth.
Grim's cock to be exact.

For some reason he didn't protest. He accepted his task, and went at it. Accepting as much as he could into his mouth.
Grimmjow was both thicker and bigger than Shirosaki, so Ichigo really felt his jaw strain to fit it all. But he did it. And while he sucked and licked, groaning softly, Grim rocked his hips forward, thrusting into his mouth.

He still didn't see anything.
It was of no matter anymore.
All he needed really, was this feeling; that Shirosaki was providing him with.

It stopped for a second.
He heard Shiro fussing about on the floor. Other than that, it was Grimmjow's pleasured moans of approval that caught his attention. That, and his own aching need.
What was Shiro doing? He wasn't planning on leaving him like this, was he?
He whined in protest around Grim's hardness, moving slightly on the chair.
"Don't be so impatient, little brother..." Shiro snickered.
Soon after Ichigo thought he heard a weak buzzing, coming from Shiro's direction.
It was like that of a small automatic fan. The kind you'd carry around in summer. In weather like this.
The buzz came closer.
Grim thrust hard into his mouth. He swallowed him.
And then he winced, writhing as much as it was possible for him to do in his restrained state; as something cold, sleek and metallic slid into him.
"Ah! Sh-Shiro! Wh-wha-ah!"
"I knew you'd like that..." the pale teen moved up, to kiss the corner of Ichigo's lip, his tongue darting out to meet with his lover's cock as well.
A sigh escaped Grimmjow's lips.

Shirosaki fell to his knees.
He kneeled before his brother, just taking in the sight of his slick, wanton cock, dripping with precum, and the vibrator up his ass, sending constant shivers through him.
"You won't last much longer...will you?" he whispered, reaching out to grab Ichigo's manhood.
It swelled in his hand.
He licked his lips, leaning forward to taste.

Ichigo's mind was spinning.
At first the thing he assumed was a vibrator, had been uncomfortable. He'd wanted to kick Shiro for stuffing it into him without any preparation, but at the same time...He'd enjoyed the sudden feeling of being filled.
Now little tinges of excited sparks were shooting up him.
It was so close, and yet...It wasn't there.
The toy wasn't deep enough inside of him. It was grazing his prostate, but not pressing against it the way that he wanted it to.
He let out another impatient whine.
Grimmjow moaned over him.
He grabbed a hold of the back of Ichigo's head, pressing him further down on his hardness.
Surprisingly, Ichigo handled it, and generously sucked as hard and deep as he could.
The man moaned and trembled violently.
He shot.
Without warning, Ichigo's mouth was filled up by warm, sweet come.
He was about to swallow, when Shiro finally, finally flicked the vibrator, sending it deeper.
A jolt went through the teen in the chair.
His mouth dropped open, releasing Grim's cock. He moaned, gasped and nearly screamed.
A stream of semen and drool made it's way down the corner of his lip.
And he shot, coming in violent cascades, over his brother's face.

Shirosaki stood, while Ichigo was still shaking violently.
He reached for a tissue, his tongue darting out to taste the sticky substance on his face.
"What's with everyone coming on my face..." he mumbled.
Grim caught him with his arms, biting his shoulders. "It's because you look insanely hot like this...covered with juice."
Shiro smirked, catching his lips, tasting both himself and Ichigo on them.

Ichigo gave a final gasp, one of relief, when the vibrating toy was pulled out from inside of him. The pleasure had been too intense. It had felt like he was on the verge of passing out.
That could be because of the lack of blood to his legs and hands though....

He squirmed.
Luckily the two sadists took the hint, and freed him, one leather strap at a time.

Before letting him up, Shiro whispered into his ear. "You're lucky...."
Ichigo shivered.
"I'm still hard...and..." Shiro chuckled softly. "...I want to fuck you..."
The protest never left Ichigo's lips.
He was pulled to his feet, only to be lifted up from behind.
His legs were placed around Shiro's waist, his back resting against Grim's torso.

Grimmjow stroke his hand down Ichigo's buttocks, two fingers resting on his entrance. Shiro did the same. They stroke gently, back and forth, making sure to spread the cold, slippery fluid everywhere. What they had in mind required more than a little lube.
They kissed over Ichigo's head. Sloppy, wet kisses, tasting of sex.
Between them, the teenager shivered at the fingers that were still stroking him.

Between the darts of pleasure Ichigo felt slightly discouraged.
At least he wished the blindfold had been off.

Once again he felt Grim's cock on his entrance. He knew it was his, because it felt differently than Shiro's. But then his was there too.
"Oh god..." he swallowed. Surely they weren't going to....
They were.
Grimmjow entered him first, a bit strained, a gruff moan fleeing his throat.
He thrust into him, pulled out and entered again.
"Go ahead..." he smirked, pressing Ichigo closer to Shiro's body.
Shiro sneered, growled lustfully and kissed his brother, hard, demanding and deep.
Then he too pressed against Ichigo's entrance.
His cock ground against the base of Grim's, and he gasped slightly.
After several slightly fumbled attempts, Grim's cock gave him the space he needed and slowly, slowly, he too entered Ichigo's tight hole.
Pain shot through Ichigo.
Unbearable, sharp pain.
He cried out, and was comforted by lips on his own and on his neck.
Gentle tongues played with him, to make him relax and accustom to the invasion.

Ichigo thought he would rip. He was convinced he'd rip to shreds and die. But the pain...felt good...
He found himself actually wanting the two inside of him to move before he was ready for it.
He gave a short, ragged moan.

That was all the confirmation the two others needed.
With perfect sync, they began moving.
When one moved down, the other thrust upwards, against Ichigo's sensitive gland.
They moved with hard, determined thrusts.
Their breathing was heavy in Ichigo's ears.
Sweat dripped from their foreheads, trickled down their temples.
Ichigo's hair stuck to his forehead.
The two cocks inside of him rubbed against each other, creating sweet friction.
Shirosaki gasped.
Grimmjow moaned.
Ichigo shook between them, pressing back down on them both.

And only when all the tension built up, spreading from one throbbing cock to the next, to Ichigo's prostate and throughout his body.
Only then did Shiro remove the blindfold.

And as they gazed into each other's eyes, Ichigo came with a scream.
He covered Shiro's belly with white, his cock grinding against the rippled abs, while he trembled so violently it sent the two others over the edge.
They exploded inside of him; white filling him up and dripping from his entrance, to the floor and down their sweaty bodies.

The choir of outcries sounded in the room long after the boys had collapsed on the floor, in a pile of exhausted, slick bodies covered in sweat, lube and come.

Ichigo's breath was so heavy he had problems seeing straight, but he forced a laugh.
Turning to his brother he said, in between strained gasps; "I kinda understand what you see in that sadist..."
Shirosaki smirked, reaching out to touch Ichigo's cheek. "We're both a bit sadistic too, don't you think? We're the same blood after all."

- Owari!

[Should I be worried at the fact that I find writing this very simple and normal? o.o]
[OH! For research matters...Who would be seme of Shuuhei and Ulquiorra? xD]