A/N: Hello again! This story was for my friend Hollowlove101's Songfic Challenge on LJ. The rules stated that the pairings went with a specific song, in this case, Hichigo/Ichigo...Nine Inch Nail-Closer. So I highly recommend that you LISTEN to the song while reading this. I will be posting more stories in this songfic series.

Warning: This fic is NC-17 and contains explicit sexual content! If you do not like Yaoi, then do not read this!!

"Just the Music"

The ending of the song faded into silence as Ichigo stood up from his desk, slipping the small headphones from his ears, switching his bedroom light off and his small desk lamp on. He grabbed his player and headphones, dropping heavily onto the bed. Placing the headphones back into his ear, Ichigo hit the play button...and did not recognize the song that began to play.

He sat up abruptly in his bed angling the player to read what unfamiliar song was playing. "Nine Inch Nails-Closer.MP3" the screen read, but Ichigo didn't get to investigate much further. The deep bass that thumped into his head was making him feel very odd indeed. He'd never heard anything like it. Soon the beat began to move further down his chest, the sound was intoxicating.

The singing began and Ichigo felt himself blush...very hard.

You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
You let me complicate you
(Help me...)
I broke apart my insides
(Help me...)
I've got no soul to sell
(Help me...)
The only thing that works for me
Help me get away from myself,

Shit. The rhythm began to settle in his groin. He was getting hard...hard from a fucking song! Ichigo was mortified. The beat was pulsing through his body, making his skin vibrate. He felt his heart begin to race as though trying to match the rhythm of the song. Fluttering. Ichigo settled back on to the bed, placing the player on his chest and listened to the seductive song, ignoring how his skin became hot and his breathing increased.

I wanna fuck you like an animal
I wanna feel you from the inside
I wanna fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God

"I wanna fuck you like an animal," he whispered, ashamed. He felt his hardness against his jeans and shifted his legs to get more comfortable. The player that rested against his chest had slipped off to the side and his arms rose to grip the headboard. He felt so hot. The music was almost alive; he could feel it like hands gripping and rubbing his body in a way that almost left him raw. His body felt sensitive and frantic. How can a song do this to you? Why am I reacting like this? Who the fuck put this song on here?

Ichigo opened his eyes that had somehow fallen shut and released the lip he didn't realize he was biting. Someone was sitting on the end of his bed. Ichigo jerked up, pressing his back flush against the headboard, knees against his chest.

Hichigo was silent and still as he watched his king squirm, an odd grin on his face. "Am I interrupting, King?" he purred. His eyes were wicked with glee. Oh, what a lovely sight you make Ichigo. All flushed and panting. "What the fuck are you doing!?" Ichigo roared. Unsure of why he could barely hear the hollow and himself, Ichigo realized the aching tune still played in his ears. After ripping out the headphones and inspecting his abnormally silent counterpart he bellowed out "And what the fuck are you wearing?!"

Hichigo was not in his usual attire. He sat comfortably in the tightest leather Ichigo had ever seen, along with a black sleeveless button down. The collar of the shirt was flipped up and the first five buttons left open showing the pale skin of his chest. Ichigo mentally drooled. Holy Fuck, he's hot!

"Thank you, I'm glad you think so," the Hollow stated with a smirk. Ichigo paled. Fuck. The hollow's smile grew. He had never seen him smile so much without fighting. It worried him.

Hichigo made his move, suddenly crawling up the bed toward Ichigo's rigid form. The small desk lamp made his white hair shimmer and his face glow. The sinfully tight leather pulled even tighter over his thighs and hips. Ichigo could still hear the haunting music in his head and tried not to mentally repeat the lyrics as he stared in shock at his hollow. He stopped in front of Ichigo, leaning back on his legs. The leather remained achingly taut across his legs and the ashen skin of his stomach was exposed. Ichigo's eyes widened and breathe quickened.

"Back off!" Ichigo warned. What is he doing?

"Do you like my song?" the hollow inquired.

"What?"

'The song that has you hard right now, silly."

"You dumbfuck," Ichigo spat, "you put that on there! Why?! This isn't funny!"

"Because you are a horny teenager with no love life and what goes for you, goes for me. Let's face it...we need sex. It's kinda pathetic, King. If I had your body, I'd shag everything I laid eyes on. Consider this a warm up song."

The blood that wasn't in his cock rushed to his face: other parts were lucky to get any blood at all. Why am I still hard? Ichigo had never felt so many things at once. He was livid, horny and embarrassed. Shit.

The hollow's face became serious as he inched closer.

"Stay back, Hichgo," Ichigo pleaded, shoving an arm out to halt the pale boy's progress. However, he didn't expect his hand to come in contact with the exposed skin on the hollows smooth chest and rapidly drew back. Relax; I'm not here to hurt you. Hichigo's hand reached for something off to his side, bringing up his player. Ichigo stared at it in confusion. The hollow reached forward again and placed the headphones back in Ichigo's ear. Ichigo was stunned.

Hichigo pressed repeat/ play and watched his kings' face.

Ichigo couldn't take his eyes off him. Hichigo's hands pulled back and rested on Ichigo's knees, gripping lightly. The song had started over, but Ichigo already had the lyrics memorized. Ichigo's head fell slack against the headboard. It was too late now, he was curious. So, this was your doing? You must have known what this song would do to me.

On the other side of Ichigo's knees, Hichigo could see the music seeping through Ichigo's body. The song was perfectly clear in his mind as well. You are too beautiful to be this lonely. You may not have notice it, but it's drizzling in there. You shouldn't ever feel this lonely. I am always with you. Ichigo couldn't understand why he was worried about him being lonely...of all fucking things. But the look in his hollows' eyes told him it didn't matter.

You can have my isolation

You can have the hate that it brings
you can have my absence of faith

You can have my everything

Hichigo moved his hands to the dip in Ichigo's knees and slowly pried them apart, eyes glued to the orange headed boy. He didn't understand the teens face: calm, lips slightly parts; with his head tilted back, he almost looked expectant. Hichigo divided the limbs just enough so his waist could fit through and leaned forward.

Ichigo just sat there, letting his hollow do as he wished. The fingers that pushed his knees apart traced down his thighs and settled at his hips. Ichigo shivered. This felt good, even if he didn't understand it. I want to make you feel good, King. Let me make you feel good. Hichigo's face came close and lowered to his neck, his lips settling on his pulse point and sucked. God.

No, just Hichigo, but I like the idea.

(Help me...)

Tear down my reason

(Help me...)

Its' your sex I can smell
(Help me...)

You make me perfect

Help me become somebody else

Ichigo could feel the hollows mouth moving against his neck, forcing the lyrics right into his throat. The hands on his hips began to move under his shirt, gliding over the ticklish skin of his belly. Surprisingly hesitant fingers moved around to his back sliding in nonsensical patters until they reached the back of his shoulders. He pulled back reluctantly and looked at the annoying shirt bunched around Ichigo's chest. The shirt was ruthlessly shredded and thrown on the floor. The pale face moved back down to Ichigo's chest

I wanna fuck you like an animal
I wanna feel you from the inside
I wanna fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God

"Ichigo...," the pale head whimpered from his exposed chest. Hichigo pulled up and moved dangerously close to Ichigo's lips. Ichigo remained motionless except for his labored breathing, which he tried to hide. The hollow mouthed the first words right onto Ichigo's lips before he suddenly slammed his hips down into the other boys. Ichigo yelped, his knees coming together, pinning Hichigo between them. The Hollows' tongue invaded the open mouth below it, tasting deeply.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Yes. That's the idea...you're enjoying this aren't you?

Between Ichigo's iron thighs, Hichigo pulled back as far as he was allowed and thrust sharply back down, then again...and again...and again. His tongue duplicating the action in Ichigo's wet mouth.

"Fuck, don't stop!" Ichigo wailed, breaking their kiss. Ichigo unclenched his legs, spreading them wider. His previously unoccupied hands jerked up to grab at anything he could find purchase on, the hollow's shirt. Two buttons popped off, revealing more of the pale chest.

Through every forest

Above the trees
Within my stomach

Scraped off my knees
I drink the honey

Inside your hive
You are the reason

I stay alive

The hollow's thrust slowed, making the contact painfully long. Ichigo sobbed and gripped the shirt tighter, detaching the last three buttons. Hichigo's shirt now hung open, his bared chest pressed against Ichigo's slightly sweating one. Hichigo could feel the bass thumping through Ichigo's chest and into his own.

As they slid down the bed, the hollow pulled his shirt off. Their equally damp chest gleamed in the lamp light. God you're beautiful like this...just like this, underneath me.

The hollow hovered over the boy, dipping down to plunder the moist mouth that Ichigo willingly offered. Hichigo pulled away and sat back on his legs, his hands gliding down Ichigo's chest, reaching for the zipper of the boys' jeans. I expected you to struggle more...you must be very lonely indeed. The boys' eyes flashed and a grin appeared on his face, moving his hands to Hichigo's jeans. As the song faded out, each experienced a moment of clarity, their eyes locked.

"You want this?" the hollow whispered.

"Yeah. I want you," Ichigo stated with a renewed blush. Fuck, he was so hard.

The beat began again, somehow sounding faster and deeper to both of them. Hichigo pulled Ichigo's jean off quickly, quickly sliding his hand over the boys cock through thin boxers. The boy hissed and pushed his hips into the grasp. The boxers soon followed, leaving a flushed, naked Ichigo beneath the hollow. His hand grasped the base of Ichigo's cock and slowly pulled upward, drawing an equally lengthy moan from the boy. Gathering pre-come from the head, the hand made the journey back down, squeezing tightly. Faster, you bastard!

What? Like this?

Ichigo howled.

Hichigo smirked, his own groin aching. Taking advantage of the distraction, Hichigo reached over and pulled the lube from the desk. With one hand still debilitating Ichigo's speech, he slowly pushed one finger in the boys' entrance. Ichigo's eyes snapped open. The finger pushed deeper before pulling out, leaving Ichigo biting his lip and pinching his eyes shut. The finger slid in and out easily before another finger was added. The poor lip between Ichigo's teeth was raw. Hichigo wanted to suck it...later though, because Ichigo was about to take three of his slick fingers and he couldn't afford to miss it.

Just like before, as two digits slid easily in and out, the third was slowly added. Ichigo didn't notice though. He was in another world. The pleasure and bass echoed off of each other and tripled his pleasure. He was in heaven...because of his hollow. How ironic...that such a menace could bring him such pleasure.

I wanna fuck you like an animal
I wanna feel you from the inside
I wanna fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God

The fingers soon disappeared and Ichigo took a large breath, looking down at his hollow. The white haired clone had pulled his jeans open at some point. A hard cock jutted out, stroked swiftly by a pale hand. Hichigo's mouth hung open and his eyes were glued to his own. Fuck...you are so fucking hot!

Just fuck me already.

Yes, sir!

"Take the headphones off, Ichigo," the hollow begged, "I want you to hear the sounds you make when I fuck you." Hichigo pulled the boys legs around his waist, pushing a pillow under his hips. The tip of his cock pushed against the boys' entrance. Ichigo groaned, realizing how much louder he sounded without the music. Before pushing in, the hollow leaned over Ichigo's chest and spoke on his lip. "I do, ya know," he stated enigmatically.

"You do what?" Ichigo pleaded, his hands pulling at the hollows thighs, eager for him to move inside him.

"I wanna fuck you like an animal," he forced out before slamming in, completely surrounded by Ichigo. Ichigo's legs tightened painfully around the hollows waits as he waited for his body to adjust. You're big...and so deep. Jesus Fucking Christ!

"Are we really doing this?" Ichigo asked when his muscles relaxed slightly, the grimace leaving his face.

"Yeah, we are. Trust me. It's better for everyone if we do this. Just imagine...," the hollow purred, pulling his cock slowly from Ichigo, "...waking up in the morning with my mouth around your dick. Picture yourself...riding my cock after dinner with your sweet family."

Ichigo's mouth was slack, almost drooling as the hollow's flesh moved slowly...so fucking slowly in and out...Ichigo lost his breath. Hichigo's hands were smooth as he pushed the boys arms above his head, encouraging him to grip the headboard. Dragging his nails down Ichigo's chest to his groin, the hollow slowly resumed his pumping at Ichigo's cock. He knew what Ichigo liked, they were of them same mind: a loose grip at the base, growing tighter around the head in a twisting motion and sliding quickly back over the head. He knew what it felt like.

Hichigo gripped Ichigo's silky inner thigh with his free hand as he pumped smoothly in and out of Ichigo's slick passage. The wet heat was unbearable...gripping him firmly as he slid inward.

"Faster...harder...I can feel... so deep inside...," Ichigo panted. His knuckles were white against the headboard, his hips pushing back again the column of flesh inside him, breathing ragged.

"Fuck...so hot...tight," Hichigo said breathlessly, pale cheeks (almost) flushing, "...hold on."

Leaning forward and placing both hands on either side of Ichigo's face, the hollows shaft moved deeper and faster into the body beneath him. So slick and tight...you are such a hot fuck, Ichigo. If I'd have known...I would have done this sooner.

"Kiss me...bite me...need...," Ichigo whined, lifting his head to find the hollows mouth. The hollow chewed and gnawed the others lips, hips thumping back and forth into oblivion. Ichigo was growing light-headed underneath the hollow, too far gone to worry about breathing...just the sliding of the hard cock in and out, filling him up and leaving him so empty. He didn't realize he was missing this...missing out on this experience: to be seized and used so completely.

His cock twitched as the hollow pressed him further up the bed with his thrust, chests sliding against each other. The hand on Ichigo's cock blurred and it sped up along with the hollows' invading shaft. "More...more...hard...fuck!" the orange hair boy wailed. His legs helped pull the hollow deeper into him.

Suddenly, the hollows grip tightened painfully, his hips plunging deeply three more times. Hichigo let out a silent scream on Ichigo's lips as he came, hard. His black eyes were sightless in pleasure. His last thrusts were deep, shoving Ichigo's body against the headboard. Ichigo's prostate was brutally stroked on the hollows final upward thrust, head slamming into the headboard with a fierce crack as he came; inner thighs aching from the grip around the hollows waist. They both drew in a ragged breath, trembling as they released it.

Two tired bodies melted into the bed, hands and legs unfurling into a comfortable position. Lips moved softly over sweat slick skin, fingers finding sore spots they had accumulated during their coupling.

Wow.

Yeah.

The hollow trailed his nose up Ichigo's neck, smelling his scent. Sex. Sweat. Himself.

Perfect...just like this. Are you lonely anymore?

Ichigo looked at his sated hollow in thought. He wasn't lonely. That ache in his chest had, at some point, vanished. He brushed the pale hair back over Hichigo's soft face.

Not anymore. Thank you.

"ICHIGO! What are you doing up here, demolition?" Isshin yelled from the locked door.

"FUCK! Hichigo...can he...," Ichigo panicked, but the hollow was already redressed. Leaning back down toward Ichigo, the hollow gave Ichigo the sweetest kiss, his tongue playing on the rim of his mouth. "I'll send you a new song next time. Eh, lover?" he teased, vanishing with a wicked smile on his face.

"ICHIGO, my son, are you alive? I will save you!" his father courageously roared from the hallway.

"NO! I'm fine!" Ichigo shouted, a smirk growing on his face. That was fucking AWESOME!

"What was that racket?' Isshin asked, voice muffled through the door.

Silence.

"My son?"

"It was just the music, dad. Just the music."

Lyrics belong to Nine Inch Nails

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