A/N: Sincere apologies for the absen–HOLY FUCK IT'S ALMOST BEEN A YEAR.

Whoooaaaa, I am so sorry(as always)!

Senior year was a fun bitch.

I'm horrible, I know. Just enjoy this for me.

Shiro let out a small grunt as he vigorously plunged in and out of the human girl under him. After meeting at some sketchy bar, they made their way back to his dingy motel room where he'd decided to ground for the time being. Her high-pitched voice had annoyed him even before they'd had sex, so, with her permission, he gagged her with a rag before proceeding. He could feel her scrawny legs tighten around his back as she cried out her fourth release into the damp rag. Shiro felt himself being constricted within her, but not even relatively close to a level of his liking. He had to remind himself that she was no vampire. Still, eager to reach his own release (which had taken annoyingly longer than he'd expected), he pushed her legs up to rest on his shoulders and carefully picked up the pace so that he wouldn't snap her in half. But the thought of fucking someone as hard as he wanted to...something he hadn't done since he arrived here... Lately, the king had been filled with an energy unlike any he'd ever experienced.

It was that blood.

That pure, invigorating, spine-tingling, virgin blood.

As he thought if it, he felt the remainder of it move through his system and arouse him even more. He wanted—no, needed—more of it. He began to move at a faster pace, his hands slipping gently around the girl's neck. It was warm, just like that ginger kid's. Her skin wasn't as soft as his, though. It was sticky with sweat, but trembled just the same. He could sense the same flow of blood that he'd had, that every human had. Without his consent, his fangs popped out, and before he knew it, he was draining the girl. Her screams couldn't be heard through the gag, and certainly not over the distinctive snap that followed. The Pale King continued to drink and thrust in a frenzy, until he pumped his thick release into the suddenly still form beneath him.

When he came to, all that was under him was a pale body, with sallow skin and a neck twisted at an awkward angle.

"Oh, shit," he groaned out loud. He quickly redressed himself and exited the room.

He wasn't quite sure if the girl was a common whore or if someone would actually notice if she was gone. Either way, the mess he left in that room wouldn't go easily forgiven. He needed to find a new place to stay. Somewhere he could ground, and somewhere close enough to his virgin. He stopped in his tracks and almost smacked himself in the forehead.

"'Course! Why didn't I think of that before?"

After returning home from a date with Grimmjow, Ichigo put on some relaxing clothes and lounged on the couch. It was at least their third week of going out, and tonight Grimmjow chose the venue. The blunette had decided to go dancing, something that no one would have guessed he liked to do. Ichigo was all for it, though. He followed his partner on the dance floor and the two grinded on each other all night. The redhead was exhausted, mostly from the sexual tension pent up inside of him, but the dancing took its toll as well. Ichigo wanted so badly to invite Grimmjow in, so he could take him upstairs and be shown what he was missing. But he didn't want that to be the only reason he kept this thing going with the blunette. He wanted his desire to be genuine, much like his feelings were becoming. But right now, all he could think about was Grimmjow's body, and how badly he wanted to be taken by him. So, he'd restrain himself until he wanted all of Grimmjow. But...that didn't mean he couldn't think about it.

Knowing he was fully alone, Ichigo slid his hand into his boxers. His eyes fluttered closed when his calloused hand met the warm skin of his awakened member. He tried to focus on Grimmjow, or at least the parts of him he'd seem before. He remembered the time the blunette removed his shirt on a hot day to move boxes around the shop. The tanned skin had been slick with sweat, but Ichigo had thought nothing of it until now. He guided his hand up and down his shaft, building more and more tightness in his abdomen. Suddenly, his vision was interrupted by another, darker one. He was lying on his bed, his hands tied to the bed frame. Ice cold lips smashed into his, accompanied by a chilled tongue gliding across his teeth. He saw white hair, and heard a laugh so sinisterly...familiar.

Is this a dream? Or a memory? The redhead thought to himself.

The image was so clear, there was no way this was just a scenario his brain made up. The only thing that pissed him off about it was his inability to put a face to the person accompanying him in his daydream. Everything else felt great, however. The mystery man placed kisses all over his neck, making him even more aroused than before. His head began to feel fuzzy; it felt as if his lungs were taking in less and less air as a heavy pressure grew around his neck. A sharp pain shot from his neck throughout his body, but he loved every minute of it. The pressure in his head built as well, bringing him closer and closer to his release.

The image suddenly shattered with the sound of the front door swinging open, and Ichigo made a quick motion to grab a pillow and cover his arousal.

"Ichi-nii!" He heard his younger sister's voice ring from behind him.

Arms wrapped themselves around his neck and a kiss was placed on his cheek. Ichigo willed away the heat in his face and turned around to face his sister's. They were each carrying large bags.

"K-Karin? Yuzu? What're you guys doing h-here?" He tumbled over his words.

"Daddy said that we don't see you enough, so he dropped us off!" Yuzu replied and smiled happily.

"I personally think he's having a lady friend over, so he ditched us here so he could have the place all to himself," Karin chimed in.

"Karin!" Her sister scolded.

"What? You know it's true."

As the twins continued their small discussion about their father's real intentions, Ichigo thought to himself. It wasn't that he wasn't happy to see his siblings, but it wasn't really the best time. Things were getting pretty serious with Grimmjow. What if he wanted him to come over? They couldn't do anything let alone make out with his little sisters here.

Nice one, Dad, he thought.

"Just how long are you guys supposed to stay with me?" He asked, knowing they wouldn't be offended.

"A few days, maybe three or four," Karin answered.

"But don't worry! We'll stay out of your way!" Yuzu assured him, like the sweet girl she was.

"Yeah, just leave out snacks and video games and it'll be like we're not even here." Karin plopped down on the couch next to her brother, prompting him to immediately stand with the pillow, covering up his current state. She eyed him suspiciously, but shrugged it off as her sister sat down next to her.

After willing his arousal away, he made some snacks then joined the girls on the couch again. When they were all a bit tired, he got them to bed and proceeded to get some rest himself. He heard his phone buzz and paced over to it. He received a text from Grimmjow.

~Hey. What are you doing?

-Just got out of the shower. Ichigo covered his phone as he shook some water out of his hair.

~Hot. ;) You free tomorrow night?

Ichigo let out a chuckle at the blunette's persistence as he typed back a response.

-You're out of luck. My little sisters are staying with me for a few days.

~Can't Renji watch them for just a couple of hours?

Ichigo raised an eyebrow with his next message.

-Grimmjow, are you suggesting that I ditch my sisters, who traveled all this way to see me, just so that you can take me out?

~Would you hate me if I answered yes?

The redhead smirked.

-Maybe =)

~Then absolutely not! Why would you ever think such a thing?

This made him laugh audibly.

-Well, good. Because I'm not leaving them.

~Hey, you remember when you asked me if I would 'do' you?

-Yeah?

~Can I come over?

-Not while they're here!

~Why not?

-Because, if you're suggesting what I think you're suggesting, then it is not suitable for young teenage girls. And I refuse to scar them like that.

~Oohh alright...see you at shift change then.

-It's a date.

~Like a 5 minute date.

-Still a date though. ;)

Before he was able to read the next message, Ichigo heard the doorbell ring. He looked back at his phone, and it read half past 9.

"Who would be here this late?" He mumbled to himself. The doorbell rang over and over the next round, and Ichigo was still scrambling to dry off and put on decent clothes. "Hang on!" He slid into some house shoes and shuffled downstairs to answer the door.

Zangetsu gracefully made his rounds through the halls of the mansion. All had been oddly peaceful in his maker's kingdom. He'd been greeted with "Evening, My Lord," and even "Anything I can do for you, Master Tensa?" Usually, he'd just command people to do things that needed to be done for Shiro before he woke up. It was different to have people genuinely care for you instead of having to bark orders at them. But...the teenager was almost disappointed that he didn't have any of Shiro's messes to clean up. As sad as it was to admit, he kind of lived for that sort of thing. Running after his maker to see that he didn't do anything monumentally stupid was fulfilling in a sense. It was like looking after a rowdy dog. The blue-eyed teen smirked at how the tables had been turned, him being the untrained puppy in the beginning. One of the pair's earliest memories flashed through his mind. It was about 100 years ago, right after he was turned. But remembering the time before he was turned wiped the smirk away.

Zangetsu had been a human slave to a vampire Lord for as long as he'd been able to walk and talk. His previous master, a Lord of a small section of the kingdom, took him from his parents. He used him for a number of things. At first, they were harmless; cleaning, feeding, delivering messages. When he got a bit older, he would frequently sell him to other vampire nobles for feeding, to the point where patches of bites all over his body made it seem as if he had some sort of horrible disease. His master never sold him for sex, however. Tensa was too skinny and fragile for that, let alone a human. But that never stopped him from being forced to trade other sexual favors for profit. One night, he was taken home by one of his patrons, and when he looked out towards the capitol mansion, he could see fire and hear high pitched screams.

"You'd better get inside," he heard from behind him.

Tensa had half mind to shoot them a glare, but he had to remember his place. Instead he walked into his home in time to avoid the bandits that attacked. The teen caught the glimmer of a clean blade before it glided across the man's throat. With a jolt of fear, he locked the door with haste, backing away from it until his back hit the far wall.

What the hell is going on? He thought as he sat on the floor.

"Y'know, I was never fond of you, old man." Tensa snapped his head to the left where he saw his master backed against a wall. A blade similar to the one he'd seen before was pressed against his neck, and the smell of burning flesh filled the air of the small room.

"Look, take whatever you want! I'll give you everything!" The blade was shoved deep into his abdomen and left there, causing the sizzling sound to increase in volume. The intruder then proceeded to raid the rest of the house but stopped when he spotted the cowering boy.

"This your master?" The teen didn't register the question at first, fear clouding most of his thoughts. "Answer me!" Tensa nodded. "You wanna die here with him?"

"Tensa..." His master groaned out in pain. "P-Please..."

The pale bandit received a head shake, but he knew what it meant. "Then join me." The knife was tossed to him, and he caught it clumsily.

The details of his master's death were always fresh in his mind, and he never forgot it. Shiro saw a non-existent bloodlust in the young teen after he murdered for the first time. The albino had promised him comfort, shelter, and greatness, but only if he agreed to become his progeny. The last thing Tensa wanted was to become the thing he despised the most, but the offer was delivered by someone who would not be refused, so did he really have a choice?

A strange clanging noise caught his highly trained ear and snapped him out of his musings. It seemed to come from the west end of the mansion. Tensa licked his lips of the tasteful memories and swiftly made his way there, and things were a bit too quite for a moment. He looked down and saw an abandoned rifle that the guards of the grounds used. Something was wrong. The teen scouted the west end once more, waiting and listening to any strange happenings. He remembered that rifle, and quickly radioed in all of the Kings Guard while on his search, ordering a roll-call. The two he did not receive word from were Shuuhei Hisagi and Kensei Muguruma. The teen raised an eyebrow, as he recognized the first name. He'd been acquainted with Hisagi on occasion, the first being when Shiro was appointing bodies to defend his home. He was a quiet kid, only speaking when he was spoken to. He'd also seen the kid emerge from his maker's bedroom at unreasonable hours countless times. Whenever someone would challenge their king, Shuuhei was always the first to defend his honor(Tensa never bothered because whoever spoke against Shiro never had the balls to say it to his face). So, considering how loyal to Shiro this kid seemed, it made no sense to the blue-eyed teen why he would leave one of his beloved king's posts unmanned.

Tensa, worried about what was going on in his master's home, continued his search vigorously. He was lead back to where he started, and decided to take a look inside his master's study. Low murmurs could be heard through the door that was slightly ajar. He stepped inside, and no one was there, but a dim light in the rear caught his eye. He made his way to the source of the light, with haste, his patience for nonsense at it's limit. In the dimly lit office was a sight Tensa never thought he'd see.

A young guard was bent over his master's cherrywood wine bottle deposit(which doubled as a desk when he needed to do actual kingly things). His knuckles were trapped between his teeth and the other hand was tangled in his thick head of hair. His combat sweats were sitting tightly around his thighs as a silver-haired superior officer(Tensa could tell by the gold threading in his jacket) was harshly gripping his hips and roughly rocking into him at a slow pace. A quiet whimper escaped the dark-haired guard when his superior picked up the pace.

"He...can fuck you all he wants, but I've claimed you. You...are mine. You will always...be mine. Body and soul. Got that?" When he didn't receive an answer, he gripped the boy's hair and tugged it harshly. His head snapped back and resulted in a deep moan escaping through gritted teeth. "Can't hear you."

"Ah! Y-Yes, sir..." He slammed his free hand down and gripped the edge of the desk. "H-Harder..."

Zangetsu tilted his head in curiosity as he watched, intrigued by what he saw. He'd heard of this 'claiming' phenomenon lately, and he wondered exactly what it meant. It made the most sense to assume it meant something akin to mating for life, but even that idea was foreign to him. The idea of wanting one person, having one person, to the end of your eternal days wasn't something he was exactly familiar with, not something he'd been exposed to in all his years. In the remnants of memories of his human life, no such bond existed. And certainly not any kind of bond existed regarding his master. His king had always chosen whoever he wanted, and moved on quickly.

"Please...let me come..." The dark-haired subordinate's pleas shook Tensa out of his musings.

Before he could get his request fulfilled, Tensa cleared his throat. The older officer cursed as he yanked himself out of his subordinate, causing the young man to fall on his knees. He breathed deeply, his body coming down from the high and his mind not registering what was going on. The silver-haired man cursed even more as he pulled up his uniform pants and tried to snap his lover out of it. When the two composed themselves, they kneeled.

"M-Master Tensa!" The older man spoke first. "We—"

"What did you mean when you said you've 'claimed' him," he spoke calmly.

"Wha...?" The blue-eyed vampire rolled his eyes.

"You said you 'claimed' him, Captain Muguruma. That he was 'yours.' What exactly does that mean?" He was so curious that he almost put past him the younger officer trying to subtly wipe sweat off of his maker's desk.

"Uh...well...I guess I was just saying that...he belonged to me. He's mine."

Another eye-roll. "Yes, you said that, but what does that mean?"

This time the younger spoke up. "Well, it's kind of hard to explain. It's a rare bond. Something that can't be put into words. Like a bond between a maker and progeny, but much more complicated than that."

"But what about your King's desire for you, Hisagi?" He almost spat the words, though he didn't know why.

Hisagi looked up to find better words. "I respect that, but...what I have with Kensei is something different." The older man blushed but lit up at the statement. "It can't be replaced. I-I guess it could be compared to human love."

Tensa grimaced. Human love? What a primitive idea! He wanted to hear no more. He held up a hand to silence the two of them. The last thing he wanted to do was deal with this embarrassing situation, and he wasn't in the punishing mood today.

"Look, if you're going to be regularly...active...then might I suggest your quarters as a venue, not His Highness' work space. And, so I don't have to kill you two for abandoning your post, a request for shift change would suffice in the future. You know, if you just can't control yourselves." There was shame in the silent air as he looked back and forth between the two. "Get out. And if I catch you again—well, rather if your king catches you again, you'll wish I hadn't shown you mercy now. Especially you, Hisagi." The two officers quickly shuffled out of the room and ran back two their posts. Tensa could hear their chatter as they disappeared around the corner.

"I told you it was a bad idea, idiot!" It was Hisagi, and suddenly Tensa knew he wasn't as dumb as he'd thought.

A thought crossed the young lord's mind. Why, with the knowledge that he possessed, would Hisagi betray his king that way? He knew full well he'd be executed if he was found out, yet he still took the risk. What would make someone lose all self-control like that? Was it blood?

"A bit of blood will change a man, whether he spilled it, or it was spilled on him." A memory of Shiro's voice rang in the back of his mind.

That phrase alone justified his decision to never touch another drop in his life.

Ichigo opened the door, and a heavy force hit his chest.

He recalled this force, cold, serpent-like, hypnotic even, and unwavering in its relentlessness.

A familiar face entered his home after he spoke the words, "Come in." But he didn't remember thinking that phrase! The overwhelming pressure in the room made him lean against the wall as the familiar face(though he did not know how) inspected his home.

White skin, like ivory...He remembered that...Then it came to him as the pressure was lifted. Ichigo leaned on his shaking knees, the air returning to his lungs and the room spinning harshly.

"You're...you're..." The person from the bar, he was sure of it, but how, he couldn't even guess. "What...are you? I..." He tried to breathe the rest of the words, but found he couldn't.

A flash of white teeth caught his attention, then a voice, smooth as sanded wood spoke with a menacing tone.

"Speak another word, and I'll think twice about leaving alone whoever is upstairs."

Whoo! Cliffhangers are a girl's best friend!

Writing all this sex for these vampires is rough work! It's hard to keep up...

I promise I'll try and do better with the updates, okay?

How'd you like this chapter? Let me know? Especially about Zangetsu's backstory!

~EMAE