• 1-Our truth

For some time now he felt a bit lonely.

He looked at the slightly clouded sky. He knew what would happen next, but out of duty he informed the whole emptiness.

“It's going to start raining.”

After a second heavy raindrops hit panes. Yet, he didn't get up. He thought looking at clouds above.

Wet hair sticked to his face, moist clothes became unpleasantly heavy, but it didn't bother him. He decided to remedy all of this: both his loneliness and that rainstorm.

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He didn't feel good. He didn't exactly know why. There was so many matters...

Definitely, he wasn't happy. But it always could've been worse.

His gaze wandered to thick clouds drifting on the firmament.

He sighed and turned away.

How long can you wait until rain comes down in a torrent?

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Through half-open window cool, night breeze was getting inside. The sky was navy blue, still with a few islets of dark clouds.

Ichigo observed them carefully. Weather really interested him lately.

He shut the window as his flesh crept from the coldness.

He laid down and closed his eyes. The fact that somebody apart from him turned up in the room was left unnoticed.

That certain someone was sitting in a chair. He was casting a glance at the lying figure. Some time passed until he spoke.

“Eh, you're in a mood to muse, ne?”

The boy's eyes fell open and he sat up abruptly. He couldn't completely localize the source of that voice, so for a minute his eyes roved around the whole place. Till they stopped on the chair.

Hichigo smiled.

“Well, well. You've got some reflex, King”

“And what are you doing here?” In the Shinigami's voice surprise appeared. He didn't expect such a visit.

“I've come and visit you. Don't be afraid, I've got no intentions to hurt you.” The emphasis laid on “hurt” made Ichigo anxious.

“So...?”

“King...” Hichi got up and approached the bed. He looked at the redhead. “Do you know what happens inside you? It's raining for such a long time...” In his eyes was reproach. “Everyday. There's not one day without even a drizzle.” Ichigo hung down his head. He forgot what influence his moods had on his inner world. He hadn't been there for ages... But he should've expected that kind of guest. “It's not my fault.”

“How is it 'not yours'? Since it's not yours, so whose?” The Hollow's eyes blazed. “Mine?”

The redhead felt like a perfect idiot.

“Do you know how it is, when you're getting forgotten? When somebody pretends that you don't exist? When somebody tries to get rid of you?” The boy turned his head. He knew about who those words were... Hichigo bent slightly and grabbed his chin, he dragged up his head lifting it back so he could look into the brown irises. “Say. Do you know?” Pause ensue. “Do you know how it is, when you're totally alone, when around you is only void and you are soaked by the rain from which you can't escape?” These words were bitter and cruel, but said without any anger.

Ichigo looked mesmerized into the yellow eyes surrounded by pools of black, into that face in which was no sign of fury. There was peace, so cold, worse than everything.

“I...” the facade behind which embitterment was hidden, intimidated him.

“Do you know how it is...” Hichigo leant even lower, bringing his face closer to the boy's “...to be lonely, when at your fingertips is someone, to who you'd give everything, but that someone doesn't want you?”

The Hollow for a second more watched Ichigo's face. And then he pressed his lips to the Shinigami's.

Ichigo was taken aback.

Wide opened eyes were still looking surprised deep into the yellow ones.

But... His lips were warm.

The boy closed his eyes.

Hichigo tore himself away from him.

“Do you know?” he whispered. His expression changed. It was odd, since it became bland, sad.

His thumb stroked Ichigo's cheek.

The redhead opened his mouth slightly.

“I don't know” his eyes went open. “I don't know.”

His lips remained parted.

The Hollow again lowered his head. Ichigo slightly got up.

This time Hichigo slid his tongue into the teen's mouth. He massaged his tongue and invited. He was exploring the other's hot mouth. It slid over his gums and teeth.

Ichigo didn't protest. He responded shyly.

He flung his arms around Hichigo's neck. And the Hollow buried his hand in short, orange locks.

The kiss gradually deepened. They never broke the eye contact.

Neither when Hichigo sucked the boy's tongue, making his cheeks burn, nor when the kiss ended and both panted heavily.

“Aibou...” Ichigo made room for him between his legs. He accepted it. He removed his hand from the Shinigami's head and with his both hands he took the boy's.

He toyed for a moment with Ichigo's fingers as if gathering thoughts.

Ichigo was watching this pale face all the time.

That touch was nice.

He licked his slightly swollen lips. The Hollow tasted good.

“What will we do?” the question hung between them in dead silence. Nervous interlacing of their fingers didn't stop. The instant of silence lenghtened.

“I... I love you...” Ichigo whispered as if quite not sure.

The sentence was lost in silence

Their lips met again. The tongues danced feverishly making moan both of them. Hichigo pushed the boy onto the mattress parting his legs wider and put them on his hips.

“So... You still can say no.” The Hollow breathed out against the other's lips. His hand roamed down to massage Ichigo's covered thigh.

The Shinigami said nothing, just dug his fingers into the pale one's back and pressed himself harder against his body.

“My King.” the last whisper left his lips as he softly kissed once again.

Then he moved to the graceful neck, tasting every inch of it. He kissed his way up, to the ear and flickered his tongue over its auricle. He sucked and suddenly bit, what made Ichigo cry out in surprise.

The lips moved along to the crook of the redhead's throat. He started sucking the jugular, feeling the boy's pulse. Ichigo uttered a whimper.

He left his task and got up a bit. He wanted to take in the whole figure below, clutching his waist with his legs.

It was a beautiful sight. The teen's face was flushed, to his forehead plastered some strands of his orange hair . He was breathing heavily and looking at his Hollow from under half closed eyelids. His whole body showed that he wanted it.

Hichigo's hands, up to that time at the both sides of Ichigo's head, wandered lower.

They gently moved over the Shinigami's chest and reached his stomach. And came back the same way.

The Hollow began taking off the redhead's shirt, which stood in his way. The boy eagerly helped him and soon it was on the floor.

Hichigo let loose his palms and allowed them to caress that silky, smooth skin which she loved for such a long time...

His head dived to taste more of it. He kissed down and his tongue played over the hot skin.

“Aaah...” Ichigo bit his lower lip as the Hollow's fingers brushed a pink nipple.

He looked up to see the wonderful expression on the other's face. His lips roamed to meet the other sensitive nub.

He kissed it and again wanted to taste. He licked making his King emit so many lustful noises. He caught one nipple between his fingers while he started sucking mercilessly on the second one.

Ichigo squirmed and moaned loudly.

“Aaa... Ha...”

Hichigo then changed sides to give the same treatment to both

His free hand went lower to massage muscles of the redhead's abs, to relax them. Ichigo groaned at the exquisite feeling. It was so sweet a torment.

Hichigo let go of his nipples after a while. They were now swollen slightly, but still beautiful, as the rest of now sweaty, writhing and flushed body.

He followed his other hand which still stroked the Shinigami's abdomen, licking his way along the fine muscles of his chest.

He stopped all of a sudden.

His eyes drifted to look directly into the chocolate brown ones, which never left him, as their owner supported himself on his elbows to be able to see the Hollow.

Hichigo looked as if he was hesitating.

“It's okay... We have nothing to loose.” Ichigo stated calmly, though his voice was thick. “I want...” he murmured as his fingertips toyed with short, white hair.

It was all the Hollow needed. His tongue resumed what he abandoned, still tasting and nipping the flesh.

Ichigo's legs let go of Hichigo's hips. The white Shinigami reached down to the belt of the boy's jeans.

In response Ichigo pushed the white shihakusho away from the other's shoulder. He wanted to feel under his hands Hichigo's skin. He scraped his back as he felt his pants sliding past his waist and hips, and shortly after he was released of them.

The Hollow's head came back to his stomach. His tongue stopped on his way down at Ichigo's navel and dipped into it. His hand got to the waistband of the redhead's boxers.

The boy fidgeted. He knew what was going to happen next and his heart started beating faster. Soon his underwear joined his trousers beside the bed.

Ichigo blushed darker and closed his eyes for a second.

Hichigo stripped off his own clothes then and tossed them away. They were both naked. He looked down again. He loved what he saw. This body for which he would do everything, for which he yearned so much.

He claimed the Shinigami's mouth. The boy was happy to comply. He responded willingly to the intruder.

He wanted it.

The Hollow's hand stroked along Ichigo's thigh. He gasped.

Hichigo swallowed the whimper which escaped from the teen's throat.

As the kiss broke, the white Shinigami smiled against the redhead's lips. He nuzzled into the cheek beneath him. Ichigo laid his hand on his head.

Then the Hollow moved down to his abs. He grabbed the hard cock just below and pumped.

“Nnngh...” Ichigo couldn't resist the urge to moan as loud as it was possible. He threw his head back as the feeling was overwhelming.

Hichigo was pleased with that response. He squeezed a bit harder and swirled his thumb when it reached the head, which already was slick with precome.

He licked his lips. And his King didn't stop making various sounds of approval.

Suddenly he ceased. His palm remained on the organ, but only holding it. He kissed along the underside to the crown. He stuck out his tongue and licked.

Ichigo almost shouted at that feeling. He had never before felt anything like that.

The Hollow twirled his tongue around the head, as he previously did with his thumb, and dipped into the slit. The taste on his tongue was the best in the whole world. He licked further down tasting more. He sucked the thick vein on the underside. He caressed the shaft with his tongue, with kisses and with his soft lips. His movements were fluent, one turning into another.

The body underneath was panting heavily and wriggling. Ichigo wold have never thought it could be so incredible.

Hichigo's mouth moved up to the crown and he took it into his mouth and began sucking.

“Hi... Hichi...!” Ichigo cried out. His breath hitched. It was such that he hardly could think.

The Hollow engulfed the rest oh him, all the way to the base and sucked. He held Ichigo's hips still, since he didn't want to choke. He stroked them with his fingertips.

“Ah fuck...”

Hichigo bobbed his head up and down, letting the throbbing organ almost slip from his mouth.

He continued for some time, flickering his tongue over various parts of the hot flesh.

He stopped as he felt the boy tense up, and he sat up. The Shinigami whined when the pleasure ended so suddenly.

“Do you have any balm or lotion?” he asked, his voice husky and dark.

“I...” Ichigo found it difficult to answer. “...think there's some lotion in the bedside table.”

Hichigo pressed his frame to the redhead's reaching to the doors of the piece of furniture. He had the opportunity to come back to his King's handsome, blushing face.

He found the white bottle quickly. He took it out and put it on the floor.

“I won't hurt you, I promise.” he whispered passionately into the boy's ear. “It will feel good.”

Ichigo's arm encircled his neck.

“I know.” he crushed their lips together. The kiss was slow and soft.

The Hollow reached for the bottle. He uncapped it and poured some of the lotion onto his hand, then he put the container back. He leant so as their foreheads touched and looked deeply into the other's eyes. While his hand went down, past Ichigo's crotch and found his virginal entrance. The redhead grunted at the feeling and broke the eye contact, turning his face away and letting his eyes close.

Hichigo kissed him to distract him. His other hand massaged his stomach to relax the tense muscles.

He gently rubbed the lotion into the puckered ring.

“Relax...” he murmured.

Ichigo did his best to comply, but it wasn't easy. It felt strange. The whole situation. Yet... Somehow...

Hichgo felt the muscles loosen up a bit. He slipped one finger inside him.

Ichigo yelped at the intrusion.

“Shshsh...” the Hollow laid a kiss on his cheek. “Relax, it won't hurt.”

The boy felt tears in his eyes. He didn't want to burst out in tears. But it was stronger than him.

The digit moved and stroked his insides. It didn't hurt that much, though the tears began to flow down his cheeks.

Hichigo inserted the second finger within him and scissored the tight passage.

He noticed the tears and licked them up. Ichigo heard words. The had no meaning, they were just sweet nonsense to calm him down. It worked. The fingers started feeling somewhat pleasurable. They were moving around as is searching for something. He was stretched throughly.

“Hichigo!” Ichigo could not prevent that name from escaping his throat when the probing digits pressed something deep inside.

The hollow finally found the boy's prostate. He knew that the redhead would love it. He started moving his fingers in and out, taking care to hit that spot every time.

“Ahh... Take me! Pleaseeee...” the Shinigami begged. “Now... Just... pleaseeee...!” Ichigo was away already. His hazed eyes couldn't focus on the figure above.

But the Hollow ignored the pleas.

The air was filled with moans, requests, whimpers and soft sighs. Hichgo was preparing him for a few another minutes. Then he removed his fingers slowly and looked down.

“Now?” Ichigo aksed through the daze.

“Yeah...” Hichigo again took the bottle and spilled another dose of lotion onto his palm. He sat on his heels and slickened his own cock with it. He pumped a few times. His hand felt good.

Then he positioned himself at the redhead's opening spreading his legs wider. Ichigo braced himself. The Hollow bent over him and slowly pushed forward.

The boy arched his back. Having something as big inside his ass was... weird. Yet kinda pleasant. He felt somewhat complete.

Hichigo pushed deeper and buried himself inside the King.

The Shinigami was panting, his face was flushed and his eyes slightly opened, although the Hollow didn't move.

He allowed Ichigo to adjust and ease himself.

Then he thrust back and forth deliberately.

“Aaaah!” Ichigo moaned and started worrying his lower lip between his teeth.

It began feeling wonderful. It began feeling as if it was the rightest thing in the world.

The white Shinigami set a slow rhythm of thrusts. He placed his head in the crook of the teen's neck.

“I...” Ichigo uttered putting his legs around the Hollow's waist. “Harder...”

Hichigo smirked. Sweat broke on his skin and he was grunting. However he was in a better state than his lover.

“As you wish,...” he thrust deeper and harder “King.” And he got in response barely audible 'fuck yeah'.

Hichigo's breath caressed the already hot face. The hand sneaked down the redhead's side and grasped the unbelievably hard cock between their pressed bodies. It began pumping carefully and gradually sped up to match the thrusts.

“You're so incredible... I... “ The white Shinigami swallowed hard and bit the boy's Adam's apple.

It was just too much for Ichigo to bear anymore. Ecstasy and unbridled lust took over. He brought the Hollow's lips to his and kissed as if his life depended from it. Saliva dribbled down his chin as their tongues battled feverishly.

“Hichigo!”

He reached his climax with a loud moan and violent shaking.

Feeling Ichigo's inner muscles tighten rapidly, it didn't take long for the Hollow to come. He thrust few more times.

“King...” he breathed against the half parted lips of the exhausted boy as he filled him with his semen. Ichigo pressed harder the other's waist to himself and made a sound of utter satisfaction at the pulsation of the member inside of him. Hichigo thrust another few times to get rid of the wave of pleasure.

His arms gave up then and he collapsed onto Ichigo.

They laid still for some time. Their chests and lowered heavily.

Hichigo lifted his head and one of his palms stroked Ichigo's cheek gently.

“You won't forget me.” it wasn't a question, it was a command.

He didn't wait for any reaction, he just kissed the soft lips of the boy. Any thought of objection didn't even crossed the Shinigami's mind. He knew he would never forget.

The kiss broke and Hichigo slipped out of Ichigo what cause him to whimper sweetly. He laid next to him and invited the redhead into his arms. He happily accepted the invitation.

The Hollow held him close and stroked his hair. Ichigo was slowly lulled.

“I... I... love you too, King” Hichigo felt his cheeks getting hotter.

“You're pretty when you blush.” Ichigo calmly stated dropping off to sleep. The warmth of the other comforting him and making him feel safe.

The Hollow kissed his forehead good-night.