Title: Falling Up
Pairing: HichiIchi
Rating: M
Disclaimer: We wish.
Summary: Falling in love was like falling the wrong way, it was like falling up. Collab between KivaEmber and Nakimochiku. HichixIchi
A/N:
Nakimochiku: Woo! When I left off, Shiro had just kissed Ichi! Now, I know what your perverted fangirl minds are thinking, so I'll warn you now. It's not happening in this chapter! (Evil Grin)
KivaEmber: Well, there ain't any loss of clothes…(looks away guiltily).
Nakimochiku: Yup, which is unfortunate for everyone but us. By the way, I conquered a country today using yaoi, and I just shipped one of your smuts to the president of the U.S.A. Hee, victory is close at hand! (Cackles evilly) That pimp stick will come in handy soon.
KivaEmber: I knew my smut would come in handy one da- hey…what are ya gonna use the pimp stick for? (Suspicious look)
Nakimochiku: maybe for hitting the asses of a few hot boys, telling them to get back to their corner? being a pimp is fun.
KivaEmber: i wanna be a pimp. i was gonna dress up as one for prom, but couldn't find a pimp cane (sniffles).
Nakimochiku: yea, well now ya got one from me. prom, ick. i would hate to go. sure, i can look sexy as hell (probably cause i am sexy as hell) but everyone knows i'm too weird... (cries)
KivaEmber: (snickers) aw, but being 'too weird' is fun, people are easily freaked out. :3. anyway, i think our readers are anxious to move on.
Nakimochiku: hai hai. enjoy.
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"I've got more wit, better kiss, hotter touch…better fuck."
-- Panic! At the Disco
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FALLING UP 007
If there was a time where Ichigo was more bewildered then he was at that precise moment, he couldn't quite recall it.
All his mind could think of, could muster up in the gripping daze that fogged his mind, was that Shiro, his best friend, was kissing him. It wasn't anything too daring, a soft pressure on his lips, tingling and warm, but the action shocked Ichigo from the cloud of depression that had hovered over him for the past week and sent him mentally reeling.
In fact, this kiss was eerily like the chaste kisses they exchanged when they were kids, before the idea that guys kissing their best friends was not a good thing to do, was hammered into their heads. He vaguely remembered his mother, before she died, coo about how cute it was that whenever one of them was sad, the other would kiss them like they saw married adults do to cheer them up.
His impromptu trip down memory lane was immediately derailed when Shiro pulled away by a centimetre, golden eyes searching through brown irises for any sign of rejections or acceptance. "Such as…" The albino whispered softly. "Me?"
Ichigo had officially entered the Twilight Zone.
X.x.X
Shiro was sure he was going to pass out from lack of air.
He was holding his breath painfully, waiting for the inevitable rejection that was assured to follow, unless…no. The albino squeezed the tanned hand still in his grasp, the suffocating silence driving him into knots of apprehension. He wanted Ichigo to say something, instead of just looking at him with a shocked expression plastered across his face; even if it was rejection, even if it was an order for him to get out of his bedroom and to never talk to him again, he wanted something to break this oppressive silence. "Say somethin', Ichi…"
His best friend blinked, before ochre eyes closed. "How long…?"
Huh? "Whaddya mean?" Shiro whispered, fearing that talking too loud would shatter this illusion.
"Have you wanted to do that?"
Shiro's lips quirked upwards in a mirthless smile. "Heh. Fer a while now, maybe." Was this an invitation? What did he do now? Does he kiss him again, or leave to let the redhead think over it? God, he wished he read the emo hippie's trashy romance novels now! They surrounded situations like this, right? Like a 'Confession for Dummies' book?
Shiro crushed the insecurities seething in his stomach and steeled himself. No, he was going to show Ichigo exactly what he was feeling…and prove to him that he didn't have to go out with the bitch when he could have him! Bolstered by this decisive decision, Shiro leaned forward the centimetre and pressed his pale lips against the redhead's, this time applying more pressure.
Shiro's confidence grew when Ichigo didn't push him away and instead squeezed the albino's pale hand, half lidded brown eyes gazing dazedly at him. Shiro was glad that they were lying down at the moment, because his head was spinning with so many different emotions and lack of air, he was certain that he would've fallen over anyway. He moved his free hand, the arm that he was resting his weight on, and carefully cupped the tanned cheek, rubbing a calloused thumb along the smooth skin as he decided to make another daring move.
He felt Ichigo shiver against him when his tongue flicked at the redhead's closed lips, asking for entrance; there was a brief pause before the teen shyly parted his pink lips, a soft gasp slipping out when Shiro pushed his tongue into the hot cavern and hungrily explored every inch of it. Dark, and spicy, was how he could describe Ichigo's taste, which was funny since he was expected something more light to go with his sea wind scent. But this, this was much better.
He pulled back lightly, keeping their lips barely touching as Ichigo gave an annoyed grunt in the back of his throat, unusually husky. Brown eyes narrowed as Ichigo pushed forward and this time, was the one to initiate the fiery kiss.
Shiro made a soft noise of surprise at the sudden ferocity and grinned wildly against the hot mouth, rolling them over so he was on top, taking Ichigo's eager tongue into his mouth and giving a firm suck around it. The heat building up in his body was pooling under his stomach, intensifying as the redhead moaned into his hungry mouth, a hand burying itself into soft, white tresses and pulling him impossibly close.
He pulled back again, nosing along the redhead's stubborn jaw line up to Ichigo's ear, taking the sensitive ear lobe into his mouth and teasing the flesh with his teeth and tongue. He shuddered at the sharp inhalation of breath by his ear, the breathless moan of his name filling him with a surge of victory.
This was everything his dreams were like, except much more vivid, much more real. The moans, the heat, the electrifying touches as Ichigo clutched him tightly, squirming so delightfully against his body were driving him crazy with…with lust? Shiro swirled his rough tongue round the delicate shell of the redhead's ear, nipping the lobe once more. Who cared right now?
He had Ichigo to himself.
He was Ichigo's when they were kids, the creepy little albino kid that no one picked on; otherwise That Boy would introduce his fist with their faces. Because of Ichigo, he no longer had to worry about the dickheads laughing at him for his weird looks or morbid sense of humour. Because of Ichigo, anyone who gave him shit got a punch in reply.
But now, now Ichigo was his.
"S-shiro…" Ichigo's voice was husky, slim fingers desperatly petting and threading themselves through ghostly strands as Shiro buried his mouth deeply against the redhead's neck, determined to leave a vivid mark that Rukia would be questioning. "Oh…god…" The pleading whimpers thrummed pleasantly in his ears, warming his blood as his pale fingers slowly undid the plastic buttons of the teen's school uniform.
"Hey…Ichi…" Shiro whispered breathlessly, pushing the white shirt open and exploring the toned chest with pale hands, rolling the redhead's nipple between a forefinger and thumb, feeling the nub stiffen at the ministrations. "D'ya still want her now?" He purred, the gasping moans filling him with a sense of wild glee. "I'm much better then 'er, see?"
"Gnn…yesss…" Ichigo moaned, eyes hazed with lust as that hot mouth replaced the playful fingers round his nipple, an explosion of pleasure flaring up throughout his body and centring at his groin. All thoughts, all morals, were heartily thrown out of the metaphoric window to die on the sidewalk as the sheer ecstasy made him feel so, so good. His fingers tightened their grip in his friend's hair as a choked gasp forced its way from his clogged throat. Everything was so good he could hardly breathe or think! "Shiroooo…more, please…"
Shiro grinned, setting a slow rhythm between their groins as he rubbed against the half erection he could feel prodding his inner thigh, rocking his hips and having to bite his bottom lip to stem a loud moan. "Oh Jesus…" He pressed his forehead on Ichigo's shoulder, shoving his hips against the redhead's in an almost desperate way, Ichigo's feverish moans echoing his own. "Oh, god, faster, Ichi, fasteeeer!"
They were rubbing and rutting against each other at a frantic pace, the room silent save for the hoarse gasps, guttural moans and the rough scratching of jeans chafing. Nothing had ever felt this good before, nothing could even rival the ecstasy and heat from these actions.
Ichigo twisted his head so that his cheek pressed against his pillow, Shiro biting and sucking a trail up his neck. A small part of him, easily drowned out by the pleasure of the moment, was screaming at him for cheating on his girlfriend with his best friend who is a guy!
At that moment, Ichigo could barely remember his name let alone knowing if he had a girlfriend or not.
But that voice was fully silenced when a sudden pressure began building to unbearable levels in his groin, a soft cry escaping his parted and swollen lips. "Oh, Shiro! Shiro, I- ah…Shiro!" He pulled the albino closer, moaning out his friend's name incoherently. "Shirooooo!"
Shiro growled, feeling the same pressure scorch the insides of his abdomen and jerked his hips in an erratic pace. "Ichi…" He crushed his lips against the redhead's, passionate and bruising as he pushed down on Ichigo's hips and grinding his groin harshly against the erection he could feel, the pressure exploding and sending a violent shockwave of ecstasy throughout his body. He could only give a muffled moan of Ichigo's name, pushing his lips harder against his friend's swollen lips.
Ichigo cried out, mind blanking out in a sudden crushing daze of pleasure and ecstasy flooding his body as he released, the warm, damp stickiness clinging to the inside of his boxers and thighs as their rutting slowed, a wave of fatigue washing over them.
Shiro collapsed atop of his friend, panting heavily into the redhead's neck as his muscles trembled from the aftershocks of their feverish rutting. "God, tha' felt so good." He mumbled drowsily, pushing himself onto his elbows to gaze drowsily at Ichigo's flushed features. "How'd tha' feel, Ichi?"
"Best fucking thing I've ever felt." Ichigo muttered truthfully. Now that the heated moment had passed, he felt the first niggling feeling of guilt claw at his chest. He cheated on his girlfriend…but…the guilt wasn't from that, the guilt was from the fact that he didn't care. He peered at the flushed albino from beneath sooty eyelashes. "Dump her, huh?" He asked.
Shiro grinned languidly, golden eyes glittering. "Yep. I'm all ya ever need, Ichi! Low maintenance an' everythin'!"
They shared a small laugh, a contented, lazy mood befalling them as Shiro lowered himself to brush his pale lips against Ichigo's. "Ya know, Ichi…" The albino purred sensually. "We still go' time, yeah?"
"Horny bastard." Ichigo grumbled, but there wasn't any bite to the accusation, and he tilted his head up to capture the awaiting pale lips in a soft kiss.
Of course, before anything else could happen, their nice little bubble of contentment was unceremoniously popped.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY BOYFRIEND!?"
Shiro jerked back, head snapping round to the open doorway to spot an enraged Rukia glaring hatefully at him. He felt Ichigo stiffen under him, and the room suddenly flood with stifling tension as the petite girl growled possessively.
Honestly, Shiro didn't know whether or not to be smug.
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KivaEmber: Bwahahaahah! Naki-sama's taking the next scene cause I'm crappy at domestic fights. (Grins sheepishly) But I brought y'all a wonderful…lemony lime! Stand by for Naki-sama's chappie, peeps!