I have a sequel planned for Iris, no worries, but my friend sent me this song awhile ago and I had to do it xD you seriously need to youtube the whole song because I cut out some of the lyrics here, because it's so great. Actually, you probably do need to listen to this song in order to fully get how I wrote this fic… well anyways, enjoy xD

Warnings for this one include: OOCNESS, language (both in lyrics and fic), drug-use, cross-dressing, YAOI like always, possible offensiveness, crude. Implied sex but unwritten. Kind of incomplete, unsatisfying ending because I'd lost my motivation for this idea but I figured I might as well post it if I'm not going to work it more, so here you go.

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Fer Sure (Maybe) by The Medric Droid

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Fer sure, maybe
Fer sure, not
Fer sure, eh
Fer sure, bomb

They were poison for each other, or perhaps they'd already been dying even before they had even met each other, because after all, they had met at a party slung together for support- both giggling madly under the influence of a cocktail of drugs and alcohol. Shiro had been carrying his stilettos with two fingers hooked into the straps and stumbling along barefoot, while Ichigo's skirt had a tear all the way up his waist, only the elastic band keeping the red fabric from revealing his very male gender. Lipstick smeared, eyeliner running from tears of laughter, long tresses mussed and tangled, styles long forgotten.

They'd been woken up by the 6AM sprinklers installed in old man Yamamoto's lawn and had gotten soaked because pounding hangovers and vomit induced fits had made it hard to flee shrieking like they normally would have. After a moment, Shiro had realized he had company on his usual morning routine and peered blurrily at Ichigo, wondering if they'd fucked the night before, unable to remember but hoping they had anyways because the orange haired beauty was sporting an ass to die for. Then Ichigo had turned around to find his missing necklace and spotted Shiro, and that was the moment both were hooked.

If they were poisoned by one another, then at least each was the poison they picked to die with at their side.

Pulled up at a stop light
Did drugs on the dashboard
Look at the mess we made tonight

Shiro stuck his head out the window, long white hair whipping around his face and the wind feeling like it was going to rip out his dangling earrings, but he screamed anyways- loud and suddenly enough to make the old lady driving next to them swerve and then slam on her brakes to avoid crashing. Immediately the albino nearly died laughing, by literally nearly falling out of the window if Ichigo hadn't shoved a hand into his jeans' waistband and yanked him back inside, their car swerving too because Ichigo was laughing hard as well.

Plopping back in his seat gasping for air despite having just sticking his head into a stream of the stuff, Shiro kicked open the faulty glove compartment and then ducked forward to rifle around in the junk infested dashboard drawer. "Oh god that was fuckin' hysterical. We got any ecstasy left, Ichi?"

Ichigo pressed a red nailed hand to his chest, wheezing for breath and bending towards the steering wheel with remaining giggles. "Oh god, I don't even know, maybe? I know that I did swipe some coke off Grimmjow earlier when he tried to feel up my ass."

"That dirty perv." Shiro cackled, successfully pulling out a baggie filled with innocuous little round white tablets, counting six aloud. "Fuckin' perfect, three for each of us."

"Gimme- Shiro you motherfucker!" Ichigo swore at his companion, stomping on the brakes at a redlight with full intent to lean over and strangle the albino who had just tossed back all six of the tablets despite his words.

Shiro, however, leaned over to meet the irate orange head and grabbed double handfuls of hair, roughly slamming their mouths together and shoving his tongue into his partner's mouth- uncurling it inside and depositing three slightly dissolved tablets onto the orange head's tongue.

The albino drew back and licked his lips, swallowing down on his own share. "Better find a place t' park soon Ichi before things start gettin' all wonky~!"

Ichigo's heel stabbed the pedal and the tires squealed as the orange head decided to do just that.

Kick off your stilettos
(Oh, yeah)
Kick off your stilettos
And fuck me in the backseat
Fuck me in the backseat
You're always falling in disguise
And always quick to compromise

His eyes were spinning and Shiro looked like a multicolored pale smear sprawled out on the dark vinyl of Ichigo's backseat, but the albino's black lacquered nails were fiery where they dragged down his recently bared back and Ichigo knew he must be doing things right if the kinda echoing moans were anything to go by.

It was hot, it was rough and far from anything resembling tender despite both of them being dressed like women. Gentleness wasn't needed, not when they knew both could take each other raw.

Kick off your stilettos
(Oh, yeah)
Kick off your stilettos
And fuck me in the backseat
Fuck me in the backseat

Shiro panted in Ichigo's ear, combing his fingers through damp orange tresses with a smug grin working its way onto his lips. The drugs they'd taken before had completely enhanced the sex and hadn't been the point? Well, what did it matter anymore.

Ichigo rolled over awkwardly, one knee on the seat and one foot in the footwell with a bent leg to support his position and huffed at the heat in the car, pressing one hand to the back of the driver's seat.

"Fuck, that was-"

"-yeah."

Fer sure, maybe
Fer sure, not
Fer sure, eh
Fer sure, bomb

That was the official start of their crooked relationship. They looked alarmingly similar, and their personalities simultaneously complimented each other and clashed violently. They fought all the time, liked fucking to make up, shared drugs and bitched at each other for taking more than the fair share. It worked and then didn't more often than not.

They lived apart, couldn't stand the idea of living together when they bickered over the radio station in the car alone. Ichigo went to a community college, dressed as a man with long hair and feminine tendencies while at classes. Shiro graduated high school and went straight into a family's friend's business that he never elaborated on.

Shiro said they weren't going to get married or some shit, so Ichigo didn't need to know every detail about his life. Ichigo shrugged his shoulders and didn't care less at the snub, content with the rocky semi-stable relationship they had now.

This is the end of what we planned
(Of what we planned)
And now...

We're not falling in love
We're just falling apart
Girl, dance the night away
This is how the beat drops
This is how the beat drops
Just let your body go

"God, I hate you sometimes, you know that!" Ichigo shouted over the throbbing base of the club music, a fierce scowl dragging down his painted lips.

Shiro tossed his hair over one shoulder and cocked out one hip, mouthing his words instead of shouting. The grinding people around them didn't need to listen in on their fucked up lovelife. I hate you too.

Ichigo's lips twitched upwards despite himself, beginning to sway with the music once more. God, Shiro could be such an ass, so much sometimes, but then he did something like that and Ichigo just folded. This was why they were still considered a thing instead of having "broken up" months ago.

This is how the beat drops
This is how the beat drops
I wanna see your panties drop girl, now
All this time is wasted
Pretending we're in love
But that's alright
'Cause you know I love being with you and seeing you cry

ran out of steam xD seriously suggest listening to the whole song