Blow Out Loud

Ichigo looked expectantly down at the Hollow, waiting for his answer, but the white figure was gaping in surprise at him, unsure if he had heard right or if he was imagining it. The Hollow stood in silence for some seconds, and his intense stare was making Ichigo really uncomfortable by now, so he nudged the other to see if he would get any positive answer.

"Hey..." He whispered, leaning down to brush his lips against the other's.

"Are you for real!?" Finally the Hollow managed to squeak out, unable to hide his shock.

"Sure. I'm one-hundred percent serious." Ichigo answered back unfazed by the other's outburst. He saw how the soon-to-be-named white figure even under the spell of shock, moved his legs sensually up, wrapping it around his waist and delicately touched his biceps with his fingertips. It obviously meant he wasn't ready to stop their business just yet.

"Right...even if I say I'm Zangetsu, I never named myself after it..." He said, considering the suggestion earnestly. "I guess it's fine...do you have something in mind?" He asked, sounding interested in what ichigo could offer him.

"Sure...dunno if you'll like it though; I guess you'll find it too predictable..."

"Just tell me already." He urged, annoyed and extremely curious. Ichigo chuckled and leaned down for a kiss, making the other hum in approval as he inserted his tongue inside and pulled the other's tongue to play with his in a heated dance. But then the Hollow groaned in disappointment when he broke it too soon too, in order to keep talking.

"Shirou." He whispered against the other's lips, almost too low for him to be able to hear it. "I like how it sounds and it suits you quite well...you know." He said, trying to explain before the other would condemn the name choice and squeezed his eyes shut afraid of how the Hollow would react. After a couple of seconds, nothing came so he tentatively opened one of his eyes to peek down at the other's face. He was surprised to see glazed eyes and flushed cheeks bellow him. He saw how the other flicked his tongue out, licking slowly at his lips. It made Ichigo's dick throb from where they were confined inside his clothes.

"...Say...it again?" The Hollow asked, barely a whisper and Ichigo was more than happy to comply.

"...Shirou..." He was delighted that the other accepted the name right away. He tried saying it again, more confident this time. "Shirou..." He liked a lot how the sound rolled off on his tongue and he soon figured the other liked it too by the way he squeezed Ichigo's waist with his thighs and arched his back off the ground. Guess they had enough of talking already. "Do you mind continuing..." He started, leaning down and biting the other's jaw. "...where we left off a while ago?"

"No way...just keep going..." He heard the other groan in approval when he slid his fingers at the side of his white Hakama and pulled it down his white legs, freeing himself from the thigh lock in the process and leaving Shirou completely exposed, all white skin and arousal. He leaned back down and locked lips with his white beauty while sliding a finger down his length, earning a muffled moan in return. He could feel the pink tip wetting from pre-cum as he gently rubbed it with his thumb and stroked slowly up and down with his palm. Shirou was moaning madly, high with pleasure and sensations he had never felt before and Ichigo was enjoying greatly watching him lose all self-control. Adjusting himself lower, Ichigo captured one of his nipples in his mouth and pushed the albino's legs apart, spreading it to both of his sides nice and wide.

While still stroking his shaft and licking and sucking at Shirou's chest, the orange head reached up with the other hand and pushed two fingers on his mouth open mouth. "Suck." As soon he said it, he felt his mouth move and a wet tongue eagerly play around and between his fingers, making him groan his approval. After some seconds he kneeled up pulling free his hand and put those same fingers inside his own mouth instead. Letting go of the other's shaft, Ichigo pulled at his own sash, freeing his cock from its confinements from inside his Hakama. He sucked at his fingers inside his mouth tasting the other's saliva and coating it with his own, and with his other hand pumped up and down his own throbbing manhood, all the while staring right at Shirou's eyes, making him squirm in place.

He wasn't sure if Shirou knew what he was going to do next and felt doubt creep up on his mind, a little afraid of sudden rejection since both of them were males, and both could play the role, but it didn't feel like the albino wanted to take lead this time around, so he pushed the thought aside and continued for now, deciding he would stop if the other said anything about it; just to stay on the safe side. Cautiously, he pulled his two fingers free from his mouth and let go of his own cock and gripped at Shirou's milky thigh instead, keeping it securely open and leaned down, capturing the pink head of his dick with his mouth. It seemed like the albino wasn't expecting that, because he yelped in surprise and gasped loudly when Ichigo started sucking gently and pulling the length of it little by little inside his mouth and then releasing it and lapping with his tongue before doing it over again. It was enough to have his white half all lost and unaware of anything else Ichigo did at him. He didn't even perceive when Ichigo reached lower with the other hand and circled his entrance with those two wet fingers. Taking advantage of the other's awareness, he slowly wiggled the middle one inside, before pumping with small motions in and out, little by little feeling the walls around the finger slowly relax and stop trying to instinctively push the strange object out.

Suddenly, Ichigo felt fingers grasp a handful of his hair and pull at it a little too hard while Shirou's entrance clamped tightly around his finger inside. He felt his full body tense bellow him, his moans also louder and high-pitched than before; it indicated he was about to reach orgasm. Not skipping a beat, he started bobbing his head faster and rubbing his inside harder while reaching up with his free hand to pinch at one of his hard nipples. Right then he felt hot salty liquid fill his mouth while nails dig at his scalp and a raspy long moan drag at the same time he thought was a good time to insert the second finger inside, while the other was all relaxed and unaware of any discomfort. He kept his hand completely still, and went back to holding his thigh spread apart. "...D-did you swallow...?" Shirou asked, with a tired voice and looked up at him with droopy eyelids. He smirked down at the albino.

"You taste good." He teased and leaned down to lock lips with him and insert his tongue inside his slack mouth to let him taste it. He heard him hum appreciatively at tasting himself mixed with Ichigo flavor inside his mouth while he crossed his arms around his shoulder in a hug. Ichigo decided it was enough of waiting and started moving his fingers, pushing it deeper trying to find the right spot. He heard Shirou yelp against his mouth in surprise, just then noticing something unusual inside his asshole.

"W-wait, what are you-" He started while trying to push off Ichigo, but cut off short with a loud gasp from the strange sensation at his back. Not wanting to wait to see what would happen next, he forcefully turned around and tried to crawl at the ground in a futile attempt of scape away from the abusing fingers, but before he could go too far Ichigo grabbed at his ankle and pulled him back down. "NNOooo..." He protested weakly, now with his ass dangling in the air, easily at Ichigo's mercy.

"Hush...I won't hurt you..." He whispered at Shirou's ear and gently nibbled at the earlobe, trying to reassure him that he didn't mean harm. "If you feel any pain, just tell me and I'll stop, okay?" Shirou looked back at him uneasily, but nodded anyway.

"Okay..."

"Good." Satisfied with their agreement, he rewarded the other with tender kisses at his shoulders, nape and blades while slowly pushing his torso down and keeping his hips up in place. It was a good position, and he doubted the other would feel anything more than small discomfort at his back like this. Sincerely, his dick was near to bursting, so hard it was now, and he was at his wit's end; almost going crazy with need. But he kept himself in check before he would explode with impatience, this was an important part and he needed to stay cool. It was Shirou's first time, and he wanted him to enjoy it from beginning to end and not feel pain of any kind. Slowly, he started to move his fingers inside of him again, switching from scissor-like motions to in and out pumping while he reached bellow his body to rub at the now half-hard member hanging between his open legs, it was good enough to distract him for some seconds. He could hear panting and small whines coming from Shirou, while he searched for that spot he couldn't find before; the one he knew would make the other see heaven.

Just when he pressed at a soft spot deep inside, he heard a loud near-scream moan from the front and a clamping at his fingers. There it is. Before the other would have any time to register what happened, he pushed again at the same place, over and over while pushing in and pulling out, delighted at seeing the other fully hard again and crying out loud, completely lost in pleasure. He wanted to keep going, but when he felt Shirou tense up signaling he would come soon, he stopped moving his hand and pulled his fingers out, earning a groan in protest. Ichigo chuckled in amusement, happy for his achievement in making the other enjoy to this part. Now, for the next he had to be more than patient since it was the trickiest of it all. He stared down at Shirou's ass cheeks, and wanted to slap those so badly, make it all pink and cute, but he held that for the next opportunity and just contented himself with rubbing and massaging that beautiful white and round ass with all care in the world while he scrubbed his hard and throbbing dick between it before positioning the tip at the entrance.

He heard Shirou's breath hitch, unsure if it was from anticipation or fear, but he didn't dwell on too much on it. He breathed in and out slowly, trying to keep himself in check, because he was too much eager to pound in already, and that probably would end up ugly. "Shirou, relax..." He said gently, and grabbed at his hips with both hands to keep it still, and started pushing his way in carefully, all the while paying attention for any signal of suffering from the other. Ichigo was hanging there by a thread now, breathing raggedly and sweating. He almost could feel his self-control slip between his fingers as he pushed in deeper and deeper and not feeling high resistance, just panting and groans from bellow. He sighed in contentment when he felt he had fully gone in, buried deep inside to the hilt. "...You...Are you fine?" He asked Shirou, making sure the other wasn't in pain and stayed still, not moving an inch so that he would give him time to adjust to the feeling.

"I am...but..." He answered, and looked back at Ichigo, and he could see his eyes were wet with tears that still hadn't been shed. "I-It's strange..." He said, and wiggled his ass just to make a point, making Ichigo groan loudly and grip his hip tightly in return.

"You little-..." He gritted his teeth, unable to continue what he had started saying.

"Hhmm..." Shirou hummed, tentatively rocking his body forward, and gasped, feeling Ichigo's cock rub against his inside, and then pushed back against Ichigo's hip, and moaned lewdly, feeling it reach deeper inside him.

"Oh god..." Ichigo cursed under his breath, and dug his nails on Shirou's skin. "I'm moving seeing as you're fine..." He said, while starting with small shallow thrusts and forcing gasps from the albino. "...but don't expect your ass safety at the end of this, since you provoked me so nicely." And to make a fair point, he suddenly pulled almost all the way out, barely leaving the head inside, and then snapped his hips forward forcefully, burying himself back inside to the hilt, ripping a scream from the other and making him roughly crash back down. "That's right, scream for me babe." He murmured more to himself than to the other, and fixed a steady and rough rhythm, making sure to always hit that tender and sweet spot that was surely to make the other go crazy with ecstasy. After a while, Shirou started to rock back at each thrust, meeting it halfway each time, his screams now reduced to high-pitched mewls and tears of intense pleasure streaking down his face.

He reached forward to support his weight with his arms, placing both right in front of each of Shirou's shoulders, securely keeping him in place in the process. He got a good position like this, and now more than ever, Ichigo was unable to keep himself in check and went completely wild. With each thrust he shoved his hips forward, forcing Shirou to rock forward forcefully, but keeping him in place with his arm in front of him. Ichigo could feel the other's legs wobble at his sides, unable to hold his own weight and his moans now hoarse from all the screaming. He seemed unable to do nothing more other than sob and cry in blinding bliss and cling desperately at his arms with his hands. Ichigo was close now, the friction and rubbing inside was driving him insane, and he could feel the other was close too from the way his body was tensing up every time the head of his cock reached that magical spot. All he could hear now from the other was small incoherent sobbings of his name and weak protests of more, all the while chanting he couldn't hold it anymore. The intense slaps of their hips didn't cease even when Ichigo reached bellow with one hand to grab at Shirou's dick that was leaking a lot of pre-cum, the same way he was drooling with his mouth.

Just when he lightly touched Shirou's length with his fingertips, Ichigo shouted out in rapture as he felt the walls around his dick clamp down tightly, gripping firmly at it while Shirou orgasmed bellow him and forced him into release as well. He could see white spots in his vision, and his mind went completely blank from going too high. In his delirious state, he bit down at his counterpart's neck, hard enough to break skin and kept on moving his hips slowly to ride out his orgasm, enforcing some more sobs from the weak albino bellow him. Some seconds of staying still like that was enough to come down from his torpid state and aware of everything else. The first thing he noticed was Shrou's almost wheezing puff of airs, small shivers ripping from his skin from the after-glow of his orgasm and a light layer of sweat covering all of his back. He was feeling really tired now, and was sure the other did as well, so he wrapped his arm around his torso, pulling him up straighter earning a small whimper of protest and leaned down at his side without pulling out from him. Pulling Shirou's back flush against him, he adjusted their position so it was more comfy by placing his head at his arm and burying his face on the other's neck, so that he could breathe in his skin.

"You smell divine..." He mumbled weakly, relishing in Shirou's rainy sweet smell mixed with sweat and sex. He chuckled when he only heard a hum in acknowledgement. "Guess you don't have enough strength to even talk, huh." He only got a small grunt in response, making him snicker in amusement. He could still feel their connection below, and each little movement resonated at his dick. He probably should take it out already, but it felt so good to stay like this with his snow beauty that he didn't feel the need to do so any time soon. Looking down at the body beside him, he slid his hand up and down at the other's side, slowly drawing with his fingers the shape of his body and feeling warm and smooth skin. It seemed Shirou was also liking the attention, because he started making a sound suspiciously similar to a cat's purr. Not stopping moving his hand, he looked over at the wound he had inflicted at his shoulder, and felt a pang of guilt for unceremoniously injuring his beautiful white skin like this. It had stopped bleeding but it was an angry red color, contrasting against his skin and seemed to be a little bit swollen now. In an apologetic motion, he started licking and kissing gently at the wound while pouring his own Reiatsu towards it so that it would heal faster, and was satisfied seeing the wound close little by little.

"Hmm...It feels good..." He heard Shirou moan and sigh contentedly, as he leaned closer to his touches.

"We aim to please, babe." He answered placing a kiss behind his ear. "How do you feel?" He asked, genuinely concerned and curious.

"Tired, sated, and...full." He answered and wiggled his ass, to show Ichigo what he was talking about, making him laugh in response.

"Hold on, I'll ta-"

"No!" Shirou protested, and grabbed at Ichigo's thigh to hold him in place. "Don't take it out yet..."

"Hmm, I'm happy you like to be connected to me like this, but I don't think your ass will hold out another round just yet..." Ichigo whispered huskily in his ear and moved down to nibble at his shoulder skin, showing that he was ready to go at it again. It was a fair point for Shirou when he gasped in surprise at feeling Ichigo's cock swell inside him. "All the moving is making me excited all over again."

"Okay...point taken..." He managed to breath out shakily. "T-take it out..." Ichigo smirked against his skin, amused by Shirou's reactions. He seriously was feeling like having another round of wild sex, but complied anyway with his request, not wanting to upset him. Patience and understanding was becoming his best virtues recently, no joke.

"There..." He breathed out after letting Shirou free and pulled up his hakama to hide his excited half-hard member, he tried to will it to calm down, but really, teenager hormones were scary sometimes. Deciding to ignore that part of himself for now, he turned his attention to the milky-white beauty still laying beside him, and pulled him to look over at him. He looked really satisfied and tired with glazed eyes and tears stained cheeks, and lovely happy with a small smile on his lips. His expression was passive and enchanting. Not wasting time Ichigo leaned down into a warm and slow kiss. Humming in approval for not finding any resistance, he inserted his tongue inside to massage Shirou's and rub it all over the inside of his hot and wet cavern. "It would be nice if we could sleep on a bed together..." He mused after breaking the kiss. Shirou blinked up at him in surprise and then looked over at the side, seeming amused all of a sudden. "What?" He asked, and looked up at the side too, following his line of vision, but then stopped short. "Did you do that?" He asked, entertained by the king-sized bed that magically materialized in front of then.

"Not way, King is the one in control here." He answered, raising a white eyebrow at him. "You can do anything you want in this place, you just need to wish for it."

"Why the hell didn't you tell me that sooner? We could have done this in a soft bed instead of the fricking hard floor." He buffed, annoyed to be a late discovery instead of earlier.

"Guess I'm too used to this place the way it usually is." He shrugged, unfazed by Ichigo's accusing tone, still staring amusedly at the bed.

"Whatever, com'ere." He grunted, while standing up. Lifting up Shirou in his arms in bridal-style he walked over to the bed and placed the still naked albino gently onto de mattress, before stripping off his Hakama and climbing up to lay down together with him. Just like that, entangled into each other, they drifted off to sleep together, happy and not caring about their nude state open to the world.

"Hey Kurosaki-kun..." He heard his name being called, so he looked away from the window he was looking over and turned to the disturber of his daydreaming. It was Orihime calling.

"Hey there Inoue, what's up?" He greeted, feigning interest but already annoyed by the way she was fidgeting and stupidly blushing. Why couldn't this girl be more steady?

"Humm, you see, I'm having some issues with a few of my homework, and I was wondering if you would mind helping me with it..." She said uncertainly, while showing a notebook to him. "Of course, only if you're free! I wouldn't like to impose...I mean-"

"Sure, I don't mind. Show me where you don't understand." He cut her off, not wanting to have her ranting on him so early in the morning. She took a seat beside his desk, and they started working on the questions she was unable to solve by herself. Not like he wanted to brag, but fortunately he was blessed with good brains, and was easily over the average score on the whole school. He just wasn't better because he lost interest on it after becoming a Substitute Shinigami, which easily took great of his daily time. Even more now that he was officially accepted by the whole Soul Society, and could move around freely hunting Hollows.

"Well, this one..." And so they started on the work, solving each problem steadily while teaching her ho to do it. Inoue was really an air-head; the problems weren't even all that difficult, but she still couldn't solve those by herself. He guessed it was because she didn't pay attention to the teachings. Not like he did either, but they weren't so hard as to be unable to learn by yourself. After some time and almost nearing the end, she stopped suddenly and looked troubled with something.

"What's wrong?" He asked out of concern, since she looked unsure of what to do.

"You see...I didn't come only because I wanted your help..." Ichigo narrowed his eyes at her and deepened his scowl in irritation, bud nodded anyway, urging her to continue. "I...have something I wanted to tell you...or more like I still want to tell you..." She said, pulling a strand of hair behind her ear in an obvious nervous motion. At the same time, Ichigo heard a menacing growl inside his mind, and guesses instantly that Shirou was raging madly inside, while watching the girl obviously interested in more than friendship with Ichigo.

"What is it? You can tell me." He said gently, feigning ignorance, all the while sending soothing thoughts at his white counterpart, trying to keep him calm. "If it's something I can help you with, I'll do whatever is within my reach to support you."

"Ah...well...would you mind going to the library with me later? We'll be able to talk more...provately." She suggested, biting her bottom lip nervously.

"Sure. Let's walk together there after school." He said smiling, but groaned inwardly. He just hoped this wouldn't get ugly.

Fourth Chapter End

Author's Note: I didn't want to stray too much from the usual naming used for Hollow Ichigo, that's why I'ts "Shirou" this time around. But different from the usual meaning 'white', it means 'Dragon's Child' or 'Dragon's Son'; just to be fancy. XP It's reading is split as 'Shi' and 'Rō/Rou', both are on-yomi and the Kanji used are 子 (Ko) and 竜 (Ryū/Ryuu) respectively. I would have used the 'Ryū' reading instead, but it still wouldn't be 'cute' nor would it stay loyal to the usual name commonly used for him.