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Chocolate Love	By : Snowway32 Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1823 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of the characters there within, Kubo Tite owns that right and I am making no money from this, it is purely for my own pleasure.

Chapter List
- 1-Chocolate Love
- 2-Caramel Confession
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Found another muse in my story Consort to the Three Kings and decided that I just had to write this down! I said I would...my mind's just too perverted not too! But this fic was first written just for my own amusement to see if I could do it, but I'd like to see if it would be enjoyed by others as much as I enjoyed writing it!

I ask that you keep an open mind when reading this AU Oneshot. There are some very important notes that you have to read or this story will make no sense at all: So please read them well...

This is a self-cest, mature yaoi fic! Meaning that my character Ichiru in this story is not an OC, he is in essence Ichigo, meaning that he looks like Ichigo did when he fought with Aizen before using the Mugetsu technique! Please keep that in mind, it's important. This story draws some parallels to my other one-shot Chocolate Naivety in the sense that it is self-cest and completely AU.

Ichiru is Ichigo's twin in this fic, so this also means that there are some other warnings as well! There will be twin-cest in this, it is a mature fic so there are some m/m lemons in here and this story was just an excuse to write smut between Ichigo and himself...god I'm perverted. But anyways there is only a little bit of plot and angst but a lot of fluff and a feel good endings as well. A very optimistic fic considering the work I usually do!

If any of these warning have put you off, then please don't continue onwards...you have been warned! Please turn back now...from here on out my honeys I'm not responsible for you!

Please enjoy!

Chocolate Love:

Bright silvery rays creeping across the clear starlit sky with the full moon as its source, filtered into the uppermost section of the Kurosaki family home. Where, even when attempting to sneak into the furthest room from the gaps in-between dark blue curtains, the creeping tendrils of light were instantly muffled and cancelled out by the gentle brightness already spilling into the room from a single desk lamp illuminating the space with a soft orange glow. Coupling the calm scenery was the soft, melodious sounds of a scratching and gliding pencil as it transversed a white stretch of sketchbook paper propped open on a drawn up knee. The late-night artist however, was careful to keep quiet as to not disturb his sleeping muse as he expertly worked his way around lines, shades and smudging lead.

The chilly winter night air was swirling coolly around the room that the infamous Kurosaki twins shared. Unconsciously it caused Kurosaki Ichiru to shift beneath the warm blankets of his bed in order to seek out just that touch more of warmth to keep him comfortably wrapped up in a dazed slumber; where he remained blissfully unaware of his brother capturing his sleeping image so perfectly. Ichiru was the older of the two twins: the one that was more assured of himself, a little crueller in his fighting techniques and possessed the innate ability to stay calm and collected even when faced with an inevitable confrontation he was not sure he could win.

In appearances though, Ichiru was near identical to his little brother, Ichigo.

The only way to truly tell them apart was to observe them when they were side by side. Ichiru was just a little taller and stronger in his lithe build than Ichigo, possessed a scruffy array of messy orange locks that fell down between his eyes to feather across his cheeks before it slid down the back of his neck to brush softly against the collar of his clothes. His long orange bangs were deliberately used as a shield to conceal the uncanny sharpness hidden within depthless chocolate brown orbs that had the knack for frightening all who caught a glimpse of the unwavering power present within his confident gaze.

It was a necessity to conceal his eyes, not the rebellion many seemed to think the style of his hair stemmed from. Because Ichiru's eyes, no matter how beautiful, were unnervingly mature. Concealed within their depths was a wisdom that was far beyond his seventeen years that would often terrify those who chose to take him on in a fight or even the odd glares he gifted his teachers with when he got bored with schoolwork. No matter how much the two brothers looked alike though, Ichiru possessed very little of the innate innocence and gentle draw that his little brother's soul seemed to have inherited from their dead mother.

When it came to his precious Otouto, who Ichiru was very protective over because of Ichigo's inherited shyness and sweet but sometimes aggravating naivety, his sharpened glare would always gain a soft fondness that could not be denied as anything but pure affection. As for little Ichigo, the youngest of the two, it was that kind gentleness that he sometimes caught sight of within Ichiru's eyes that always made him feel warm and wholly protected both inside and out. Ichigo was well aware that his twin thought he could hide behind his scruffy orange bangs and cover up his true nature with glaring brown eyes, but ironically it was his eyes that could never lei to Ichigo. And in his brother's rarely seen but soft kindness when it came to things related to him, Ichigo found his constant muse for the artist within him.

Ichiru was the inspiration that Ichigo's heart always reached out to. His most beloved Onii-san...he was the only person in their little family of four that Ichigo in return protected just as fiercely as his brother protected him. It was eerie to witness the two of them fighting side by side because Ichigo held just as much strength as Ichiru when provoked despite his thinner frame and un-assured movements. His temper was quicker to be ignited and his fists were always the first to be drawn when those he loved came under threat; a small reminder that Ichigo wore his heart on his sleeve quite vividly. He would never admit it himself, but Ichigo was definitely the more innocent of the two... also the most ignorant one...especially towards others' advances.

But Ichigo hardly noticed as Ichiru always made sure that his innocence was protected. No. Matter. What.

Having been so lovingly surrounded by his brother his whole life, it was no surprise that Ichigo loved Ichiru the most. Ichiru was Ichigo's everything just as Ichigo was Ichiru's everything. There was no surprise then, when Ichigo was up late into the night sketching another hasty portrait of his brother's sleeping features before it got too late. They still had school tomorrow but when Ichigo had glimpsed his brother's relaxed and much more gentle features (without the constant frown tugging at his forehead or sharp eyes peering up at him from behind scruffy orange locks), Ichigo just couldn't help himself and had pulled out his sketching materials as quickly as he could.

So there he was several hours later, his shorter, spiky orange locks glowing softly in the desk lamp's light as his fingers worked furiously across the expanse of his sketchbook to capture as much detail as he could before his model shifted on the bed, was awoken by the light spilling into the room or started awake at the sounds of a pencil scratching away across paper. The orange haired teen was dressed in loose, light blue, flannel pyjama pants with his one knee drawn up to balance his sketchbook where he was seated by his desk. He was peering at Ichiru's still form from behind stylish red and orange, rectangular glasses. The glasses that he couldn't go without, unfortunately, no matter how much he hated them. Especially because of the far away distance that his brother was situated at now as Ichigo worked. But the younger twin had gotten used to them his whole life. It did not matter even when he was considered the nerdier of the two.

Shifting in his swivel chair, Ichigo melted into the warmth surrounding him when a very familiar sweet scent curled welcomingly and headily around his nose. He had forgotten that he had borrowed Ichiru's jumper to throw over his t-shirt when he had gotten cold earlier that evening. But he was dizzyingly reminded of it now as his brother's sweet but spicy scent surrounded him so wholly. It was only a plus that he was still kept deliciously warm as the distinctive coolness that crept through the air didn't reach him through the hazy barrier of protection...just like his Onii-san always protected him. He smiled softly to himself, having to stifle his tired yawn several minutes later when the day's exhaustion finally caught up to him. He was so close to finishing though...almost done when he heard a soft groan and a deep sigh spill from his brother's lips.

Ichigo froze in his seat, pencil suspended above lead smeared paper as he gazed guiltily at the sleepy brown eyes blinking open tiredly and then abruptly squinting against the light spilling into the room.

'I-Ichiru?' Ichigo asked softly, not wanting to disturb his twin any more than he already had but frightened should his Onii-san be angry at him all the same.

'Hn...' The older twin groaned softly, trying once again to bring himself back into a more conscious state of mind as he gazed dazedly up at Ichigo's form sitting a few feet away from him. 'W-what's wrong Ichi? You're still not asleep? Is there something wrong?' Ichiru asked tiredly, frowning with soft concern when neither of them made a move to explain the situation to the other. He was just about to raise himself on his elbows to get a better look should something be wrong but he was stopped instead by Ichigo's cry of protest and warm brown eyes so similar to his, peering at him pleadingly from behind red and orange glasses.

Soft pink lips, which had been nibbled on in concentration, parted to implore Ichiru to keep still.

The older twin blinked a few times in surprise, especially at the gaze his precious Otouto was shooting towards him now, but he kept still as asked with an annoyed 'Tch'. Raising an elegant brow at Ichigo's strange behaviour in silent inquiry. It was late, he was tired and he needed to turn around but...ugh...why did he have to such a good brother? He kept as still as he could but it was getting more and more difficult not to want to move. Ichiru unconsciously shifted his legs beneath the sheets, hearing the now more distinctive sound of pencil upon paper as Ichigo carried on with whatever it was he was doing...

'D-don't move yet, please! I'm almost done.' Oh...so that's why Ichigo was up so late. He'd started off another of his brilliant art works with Ichiru as his model again. The older of two thought with fondness; smirking teasingly as he brought up a hand to brush away some of the strands of orange that fell annoyingly into his eye in complete disregard to his little brother's squeak of indignation when he did. It was cute the way he could tease Ichigo so much without him even knowing what he was doing. Ichiru chuckled softly when he watched brown eyes quickly turn back to the sketchbook in his lap, having been caught looking, as Ichigo continued with his work.

'If you use me so much, Ichigo, I'm going to start charging for copyrights.' He teased; completely delighted by the slow flush of pink spreading across a delicate nose the moment Ichigo realized just what his brother had said. It was true though; Ichigo had entire sketchbooks filled with only one person...only one muse that had completely captivated his heart and not in an entirely platonic way. Trying to hide his embarrassment and uncomfortable mortification, Ichigo gave an apologetic shrug as he tried to get rid of the flush staining his nose and turn back to his paper and pencil whilst still looking composed and nonchalant.

It wasn't as easy as he'd thought it'd be though...

'It's getting late, Ichi. You should go to sleep, we both have school tomorrow. You don't want to get into trouble when Zangetsu-nii finds out we were up so late again, do you?' With a defeated sigh, knowing that he wouldn't get any more work done that night, Ichigo snapped his sketchbook shut and gave a silent nod of affirmation at his brother's sage words. He was mostly done anyways, he had gotten all the details he needed...he could just flesh out the rest of his work tomorrow during class. It was true what Ichiru had said. Ichigo really did not want to get in trouble with their older brother.

Zangetsu was surprisingly strict with his four year younger brothers, unconsciously filling the fatherly role that their goofy father's crazy antics left to be desired...just as it had become Ichigo's and Ichiru's duty to look after the cooking and take on most of the cleaning around the house and fill the role their mother's death had left behind. Perhaps they did not do it so willingly but they were the only ones out of the four family members, which could actually cook without burning down kitchen and the house in the process.

'Sorry.' Ichigo said softly, putting his things away as he heard the shuffle of blankets as his brother was finally given the chance to turn over and settled back into his sheets.

'It's fine, Ichigo. Just get some sleep please, it's nearly midnight.' Disappointed that he didn't get his usual goodnight hug, Ichigo whispered a quiet 'Oyasumi (1*)' and slid beneath the cool sheets of his bed too. Curling beneath the rapidly warming blankets after having placed his glasses on the nightstand and made sure all the windows and the doors were locked so that their father could not storm into their room too early the next morning.

Just as he was about to drift off into a warm slumber, Ichigo belatedly realized he had still not taken off his brother's jumper. He was too tired to move though, the scent that clung to him now, saturating his entire being...it was enough to gently lull him into a wanting and needy sleep that was filled with far too many sweet remembrances and forbidden, unrequited want that left him feeling unbalanced and filled with sexual tension all the same. It was only mere moments before Ichiru's own breathing evened out on the other side of the room, that Ichigo drifted off into a restless slumber plagued by dreams he should not be having.

His mind was so caught up in its thoughts though, that Ichigo never heard the returned 'Oyasumi' or saw the curious brown eyes peering over the edge of a warm comforter at Ichigo's now sleeping form as it became bathed beneath the spreading moonlight sensually... With an irate huff, Ichiru too flopped back into his pillows in annoyance. It had definitely been a strange night so far, waking up to his brother's work and the elution of his own rest.

However, knowing their luck, it would probably only be getting worse.

...

Ichigo shuddered beneath his sheets, fighting off an invisible but headily erotic attack transversing his rapidly heating body. Sweet, shivering sensations swept across prickling flesh, sweat beading headily upon a furrowed brow as the orangette struggled to keep back the small moans of enjoyment and pleas for more that slipped through his heavily panting breaths. He was completely surrounded by a warm and sweet scent, a strong body pressing him back into the sheets, brushes of semi-long orange locks tickling his cheek before soft lips trailed a heated path of rapture across his neck and collarbone. A sly tongue soon following to drag back up heated flesh to plunder a yielding mouth as Ichigo keened against the exploring fingertips trailing fire through his veins and a kiss pressed warmly against his abdomen...

Back arching wildly against his bed to gain more of the fleeting sensations chasing through him, Ichigo whined pitifully when his sensual captor began to pull away from him. Leaving the teen with a frustrated growl when he was dragged away from his dream's rapidly fading erotic touches and heated sensation before ascending into hated consciousness. Lungs heaved for a proper breath, a heart raced rapidly within a constricting chest as Ichigo shifted uncomfortably beneath overly warm sheets. Desperately attempting to once again reign in his scattered emotions and thoughts. The cotton sheets were rubbing unpleasantly against hypersensitive skin as a muffled moan of frustration dug into Ichigo's pillow instead.

The youngest Kurosaki twin cursed whatever deity decided that he had to be awoken from such a deliciously erotic dream as he shifted irritably on his stomach, trying to hide his flushing features and quite obvious arousal that was affecting his body. Ichigo was trying very hard to will away the aching erection that was hardened against his thigh and rid himself of the heated coil curling pleasantly in his stomach. It would be so much easier to touch himself and get it over with, but with Ichiru only a few feet away and the possibility that his brother might wake because Ichigo couldn't hush his pleasured moans; it seemed that he was stuck in a difficult situation. There was just no way Ichigo could take care of his raging problem no matter how erotic the image of his beloved brother watching him looked within his mind.

'Ugh...so annoying.' Ichigo complained softly into a feather pillow, keeping himself as still as possible so that his pyjama pants did not aggravate his state any further as he was left to shiver and tremble through a different kind of torture when painstakingly locking away his growing sexual need within his body again. It could not be good keeping all that tension inside of him but what could he do? There was no other option that night; he'd be mortified should Ichiru catch him doing something he was not supposed to be doing in their room.

Peeking over his shoulder after what felt like forever stuck in an unknown restlessness, the clock beside Ichigo's bed still only read 12:30. Great, he thought sarcastically. It hadn't even been an hour since he had drifted off to sleep in the first place and going by the soft breathing spilling into the room form the other side, Ichiru was already fast asleep again. Now Ichigo was left all on his own with no way to fall back into a peaceful slumber to escape the clutches of insomnia.

Stumbling uncertainly from his bed, Ichigo gazed forlornly at the place where he knew he wouldn't be getting his rest that night. Instead, stray fingers gripped his glasses from his nightstand before slipping the cold steel frames over his nose delicately to allow the softly moonlighted room to come swimming back into a sharper focus than before. There was no way Ichigo would be getting any more sleep right now, so perhaps getting a glass of water from the kitchen would do him some good. But before he could leave, Ichigo just couldn't stop himself from crossing the few feet that separated him and his brother's beds as he came to a hesitant halt in front of a green duvet draped form.

The younger twin smiled softly, indulgently, at his brother's sleeping features. Reaching out soft, trembling fingertips to gently brush away the messy orange locks that fell into sleep closed eyes. So beautiful, he thought to himself. Even when fast asleep. His most beloved Onii-san was truly an astounding creature; Ichiru possessed none of Ichigo's awkwardness or insecurity when carrying himself. If he had to admit it, he was just a bit jealous of that side of his twin.

As Ichigo crossed his arms over his chest, he tried to ignore the painful ache within him that his Onii-san's heart would one day belong to someone other than him. Closing burning eyes briefly in a bid to compose himself before the sorrow could get too much, Ichigo shuddered beneath his own tortured thoughts. He was desperately envious of the one who would take Ichiru away from him, but also...there was nothing he could do against it. What Ichigo felt, he knew, was completely and utterly forbidden...but that didn't stop him from feeling what he did. Regardless of societal views, for Ichigo, love was something that transcended boundaries of both time and space.

It just was...not something that should be questioned and agonized over. The thought however, was not a comforting one. Unrequited love, no matter how sweet, always hurt. And it was all his own stupid fault for falling in love with someone he knew he could never have. And it was that bitter and pained thought that pulled an uncharacteristic sneer of self-loathing across pale lips. Ichigo's choices had never been easy ones and neither had his life but through it all there had only ever been one person that was always there for him. Even if it was only a twin bond that bound them together, it was better than nothing. For that Ichigo would be eternally grateful for all the same.

'I love you, Ichiru.' Ichigo said mournfully, his lips briefly pressing chastely against a smooth cheek before he quickly turned on his heel and retreated into the complex hallways instead. Their bedroom door clicking shut softly behind him as Ichigo turned his back on his brother so that he would not have to face the little squeeze his heart gave when he realized those three little words could never be returned to him in the way he wanted to hear them. His footsteps were quietly pensive throughout the house as he headed towards the kitchen with only one goal in mind.

Forgetting his own emotions and the pain that they consequently brought...

The orange haired teen shivered several moments later, it seemed that his brother's jumper was not enough to keep the cold at bay. And with his bare feet sliding across icy cold floors, it was certainly not helping his suddenly depressed mood at all. Ichigo was grumbling irritably to himself, cursing his own stupidity as another shiver wracked its way through his body. Causing Ichigo to tighten his arms around his waist in hopes of preserving some of his rapidly fading heat. Perhaps a warm cup of tea was a better idea, or even some hastily made hot chocolate. He grinned to himself, now there was an idea...he hadn't tasted that little treat in a while. Maybe it would help settle his emotions a little if he was lucky.

With his idea set, Ichigo scampered off into the kitchen eagerly and set to work as quietly as he could. Riffling through the kitchen drawers and cupboards in the dark without needing much assistance. It didn't take long until his treat was ready and he eagerly took the steaming, sweet smelling mug in his hand. He was already halfway finished with the treat, feeling a bit better now that he had had the chance to warm up again, when the sound of the front door being unlocked echoed ominously throughout the house. Oh shit! That was probably Zangetsu-nii...and Ichigo really didn't want to get into trouble. He gripped the warm mug in his hand and hastily retreated away from the kitchen. He would have to be careful when returning to his room, the hallway he had to pass through ran directly past the living room where his older brother would just have entered from. But hopefully Ichigo's sneaking skills had not been dulled by—.

'Are you sure this is alright? Your family is...oh' Quiet steps faltered across the wooden floors at the soft but sensual noise spilling into the home. Brown eyes furrowed in confusion when another soft whisper could be heard, this one definitely bore the rumbling baritone that belonged to Ichigo's older brother but the words he said escaped said teen's notice. It was really strange, Ichigo didn't recognize the other voice...it was definitely a soft tenor but who would his brother be bringing home this late at night? Curiosity having probably gotten the better of him, Ichigo tightened his grip around his still steaming treat as he steeled himself before peering cautiously around the corner of the hallway against his better judgement.

If Ichigo had not instinctively gripped the mug in his hand tighter mere seconds before, it would probably have crashed to the floor and shattered into a thousand pieces at the sheer shock and surprise that greeted him on the other side. Zangetsu-nii...the stoic Zangetsu-nii that Ichigo and Ichiru knew hated any form of touch...was kissing someone up against the front door he had just entered from. And...Oh god was that a flash of tongues he had just seen? Ichigo shuddered but not entirely out of disgust. He was shaking where he stood, brown eyes blinking quite stupidly at the scene he had stumbled upon as he tried his best to sort through the rapid influx of thoughts and emotions racing through his mind at lightning speeds.

It was...it was probably not something he should be seeing but Ichigo just couldn't move from where he was.

It was so erotic...Ichigo had never seen a kiss so deep and when his older brother slipped a thigh between his lover's legs, the orangette found that his own breath was becoming laboured in accordance to his racing heart. The uncontrollable arousal he had felt in his dream earlier that evening was streaking heatedly across his skin all over again and Ichigo could barely keep his moan to himself when the two kissing males headed towards the couch through stumbling steps. Brown hair, tanned skin...half lidded brown eyes...who knew that his stoic seemingly distant older brother could become such a strangely erotic creature spread over his lover's form as fingertips disappeared beneath clothes in order to get closer to heated flesh? Ichigo was completely transfixed...captivated by the events as they unfolded. A deep flush of both mortification and brewing arousal stained Ichigo's nose a brilliant red as the dark haired male beneath his brother arched into a stray touch with a breathy cry.

Oh...dear Kami...Ichigo wanted...wanted to feel something like that as well...it looked so pleasurable...so intoxicatingly delicious.

'Nggh...' He was burning up from the inside, fingernails tightening against the cup in his hands as Ichigo watched a flash of teeth dug into the supple flesh of a barred neck...it was—.

'What a nice hobby you have, Otouto.' A gentle baritone purred softly, teasingly in his ear. A warm breath caressing the side of a sensitive neck as warm arms snaked around Ichigo's waist in order to tug him against a strong chest gently. A chin was resting against his shoulder softly and Ichigo swore that, in that moment, he completely forgot how to breathe. There was a painful hitch in his chest, causing a dizzying rush of reality to come crashing down on him as he froze instantly in both fear and a touch of anticipation. Ichigo had instantly recognized the voice whispering in his ear, how could he not? But that did not stop his fingers slackening their grip from around his cup in surprise or his mouth parting to draw in a gasp of surprise. If his brother had not leant forward to steady Ichigo's hand or clamped a hand over his mouth...they really would have been discovered.

'Shhh, careful there Ichi. Wouldn't want Zangetsu-nii to find us now.' Ichiru warned in a quiet whisper, not waiting for any reply as he led Ichigo away from the heated lovers seemingly caught up in their own world. Abandoning the cup of warm hot chocolate somewhere along the way as he kept his brother close. Ichigo didn't even notice...it was hard to think...he could barely even move with his arousal slowing him but all the younger twin was aware of was Ichiru's warm fingers entwined intimately with his and a body that was pressed warmly against him as they transversed the hallways together.

The world had become a complete blur to Ichigo. He didn't know what to think anymore...his mind wasn't all there...

He was trembling near constantly now, his breath rasping in his throat as little noises of distress from denied pleasure stained his lips. Black pupils were dilated with lust and want as Ichigo gazed at the back of his brother's form moving a few steps in front of him. He wanted...god he wanted so badly. He tightened his fingers around Ichiru's and moaned softly with every tantalizing brush of fabric teasing his straining erection. He couldn't take it anymore...not with him so close...

'I-Ichiru...p-please...I-I...' Ichigo murmured; the soft click of the bedroom door shutting suddenly locked Ichigo in a claustrophobic sense of entrapment. Harshly bringing him back to himself as he stared into brown eyes that were looking at him from behind a splay of orange locks critically. There was just a touch of mischief shimmering within their depths, a breath of delightful teasing mirth that quickly turned into a concerned frown though, when Ichigo's hyperventilating breaths did not abate even after they had exited the danger zone.

'Ichi? What's wrong?' Ichigo jerked away at the touch of soft fingertips caressing his cheek gently; it felt like he was going to break under that caress. He didn't know how much he could take anymore...his arousal was too intense...his emotions too unbalanced and Ichiru looking at him with such a tender gaze...it was too much. Ichigo turned his head downward the instant he felt a warm ache burning at the back of his eyes as he manoeuvred himself against the door just to put a little distance between them. But with his brother's taller frame following him all the same, Ichigo couldn't help but feel his heart nearly breaking at every cornering step.

It wasn't fair...when Ichiru looked at him like that, it made him think his feelings were reciprocated and that—.

'What is it, Ichigo?' Ichiru asked tenderly again, instinctively pulling a trembling Ichigo into his arms when his brother's shoulders began shaking with suppressed emotion in earnest. Ichigo looked so afraid and fragile where he had cornered himself against the door; eyes downcast shamefully as they began to shimmer in the touch of unshed tears. 'I cannot help you if you don't tell me what's wrong.' Ichiru said concernedly, fingertips trailing softly against a heated cheek again, this time feeling a touch of relief when Ichigo lifted his eyes to actually look at him without pulling away.

'You've been acting strange for a while now, Ichigo. Please tell me what's wrong. Please...I don't want to see you so sad anymore, it hurts me you know.'

Ichigo flinched at those words as if slapped. If there was one thing he hated doing, it was making Ichiru worry about him. So what did he do now? What did he do? He had thought that he could be strong, could control the emotions swirling within him...could keep his secret all to himself but when arms wound so protectively around him as they were now and he was engulfed in a familiar, heady scent, he just cracked. Ichigo was sure he could actually hear his resolve shattering into pieces around him as he closed his brown eyes tiredly and steeled himself for what he was about to do. He just had to tell him, had to get rid of the painful pressure resting upon his heart constantly...had to ease the pain he felt everytime he looked upon his brother...he had to do something to make it stop.

Taking a deep breath, Ichigo lifted his head shyly from a warm chest as he gazed deeply into warm brown orbs that he was sure saw into the very depths of his soul already.

'I-I love you, Ichiru.' Ichigo whispered softly. Fully expecting to be pushed away violently and rejected harshly the instant the words left his lips...but instead he only felt his brother's arms tighten around his shoulders and a sigh that sounded like relief falling from pale lips. A cool forehead fell forward to press tenderly against his own and warm, gentle brown eyes hidden behind a splay of orange locks, connected with Ichigo's in a meaningful gaze. There was no anger within their depths, no disgust...just a flowing warmth that poured into Ichigo's very soul at the chaste touch of lips pressing playfully against his nose and a sly grin spreading across his twin's lips when he crinkled his nose in irritation.

'I know, Ichigo. I know...I love you, too.' Ichiru returned. Frowning in confusion however, when Ichigo pulled himself away from his brother's embrace and looked to the side in sheer pain and anger. The moonlight was glinting off of red and orange framed glasses as Ichigo balled his fingers into fists of frustration. He was glaring at the floor with a growing flush of shame burning deeply across his cheeks and tears stinging the backs of his eyes... He didn't know how to react. When those words had been spoken to him in kind return, Ichigo had felt his heart and soul start to mend itself again. It was as if all was right with the world and his shattered soul was once more whole...but then reality had to rear its ugly head!

What if Ichiru had misunderstood his words? What if he took the declaration as affection for their brotherly bond instead? Ichigo shook his head. It was impossible that he was loved the same way in return.

'N-not like that...Ichiru...like...like—.' Ichigo trailed off, a noise of surprise lodging in his throat when he was forcibly pushed back against the closed door. His mind only having been given a second to register a blossoming touch of pain at the back of his head before warm lips sealed over his. Instantly swallowing all of Ichigo's words, thoughts, protests and any form of coherent response he could have come up with. Ichigo only had a moment to wonder if he was still stuck in a dream when his brother's lips slid wetly against his and a scalding tongue passed over his bottom lip. The orangette whimpered...he had never been kissed like this and never had he experienced such an exhilarating rush of sensations from his fantasies before...so it had to be real right?

When a stray hand sneaked up his torso to lift Ichigo's chin to change the angle, Ichigo fell back against the door for support as his fingers gripped his brother's shirt to ground himself against the onslaught of pleasure. When a slick tongue passed across his bottom lip again and again, Ichigo unconsciously parted them under the assault. Instantly realizing his mistake when a delicious new euphoria spread through his veins at a slickness forcing its rapturous way into his mouth. Tasting, teasing...rubbing sensually against his tongue...Ichigo leaned upwards to better settle himself against the kiss, allowing his fingers to tighten their grip on his brother's shirt before he pulled him closer with a jerk and then wound his fingers in bright orange locks.

There was a small grunt muffled against his lips as they collided together, Ichigo's soft moan staining the night air when the action caused Ichiru's thigh to unconsciously slip between his parted legs. Ichigo was instantly made aware of his previously forgotten arousal as Ichiru moved forward. There was the tell tale press of hardness from his twin's own straining need as hips grinded and rocked against him and they revelled in the new closeness they had found. Ichigo's eyes were fluttering shut under the assault, the small pain of his glasses digging into his nose did very little to distract the teen from the rushing touch of entwining tongues and sly arms uncurling from around his shoulders to rest intimately against his hips.

'D-do you still believe I don't love you like you love me, Ichigo?' Ichiru asked through panting breaths, leaning back so that he could brush orange locks away from a smooth forehead and gaze lovingly into his brother's shimmering brown orbs that were wide with disbelief but soon softened with relief and acceptance. 'Do you believe me now, Ichigo?' He asked again, winding his arms around a thin waist as he leaned forward so that their lips were hovering mere millimetres apart, foreheads resting gently together as both of them tried to regain a sense of control over their breaths and the desperate rush of fire in their blood that demanded more.

'Y-yes.' The older twin smiled fondly, his eyes falling closed the moment that Ichigo seemed to melt against him with the declaration. However, with a soft nose nuzzling his neck affectionately soon after, it caused Ichiru to stiffen against the touch his little brother's breaths fanning against his skin did to him. Ichigo probably did not realize what he was doing, but the action made Ichiru squirm at the sensation all the same. He was quite headily aware that his own arousal was begging for attention just as much as Ichigo's pressed against his was.

He shivered in remembrance, dark brown flashing with darkened lust as he lead Ichigo across their room to push him back against the rumpled sheets of his bed. Earlier when he had heard their bedroom door closing, Ichiru had expected that Ichigo had just gone to the bathroom. But no matter how he tried he just couldn't get back sleep and when his Otouto didn't return after a while, Ichiru had gotten worried and gone looking for him. The scene he had stumbled upon in the hallway, however, had been a shocking surprise. Not only because of their older brother's brazen actions in their own home but because of the way that Ichigo was reacting to it. His little brother, who had always been good at sensing his twin's presence whenever he was close, had not even been aware of Ichiru standing a few feet away...drinking in the erotic sight of glazed brown eyes, a softly shivering form and flushed cheeks as Ichigo gazed longingly at the two lovers in front of him.

It was in those few moments though, that Ichiru had decided he would finally make Ichigo his that night...

He had waited long enough...they both had...

Ichiru hadn't expected to be beaten to the punch though, he snickered to himself. Settling himself between Ichigo's parted legs and taking in the sight of hazy brown eyes gazing up at him from behind lidded eyelashes and red and orange tinted frames. A lithe body spread so delectably tanned and supple beneath him had Ichiru struggling in holding back his own moan of appreciation. Ichigo's sensually lidded gaze was going to be the death of him; even caused the older of the two twins to growl in frustration when he realized those damn glasses were in the way. Impatient fingers hastily reached forward to pluck the frames from a dainty nose despite Ichigo's protests as he place them aside where they would not get in the way.

He was losing a battle with his patience and it did not help that Ichigo really did taste like chocolate, one of his favourite treats when he could get his hands on it.

'Ichigo.' Ichiru called softly, moving in for another kiss when he could no longer hold back his need to taste more. His lips sealed seamlessly with his twin's, it was as if they were made for each other, and just like that...Ichigo's lips parted instantly for him. The older twin was surprised however, when Ichigo's slick tongue forced itself into his mouth this time instead. Dragging an unexpected moan from his brother's lips as Ichiru granted Ichigo the access that he seemed to be craving. It was sweet, Ichiru had never tasted such sweetness before but Ichigo was also careful in the way that he kissed...a little unsure of himself but when Ichiru first showed him how to better exploit his pleasure; he learned far too quickly just how to please his Onii-san.

When they finally parted for breath, Ichigo was trembling and panting from the electrifying sensations. His brown eyes turned away in flushed embarrassment at the rosy red tainting his nose and cheeks as he fell back against the sheets completely melted with shivering pleasure. Fingertips were still clinging to Ichiru's shirt desperately, swollen lips parted to better draw a breath as he gazed in fascination at the thin string of saliva that still connected their tongues together. It was quickly broken however, when Ichiru swept his tongue across his lips as if to gather his brother's lingering taste back into himself.

'Wow...that was dirty, Ichigo.' Ichiru breathed with awe, enjoying the widening of brown eyes and the flush of red blossoming darker at his declaration before a scowl tugged at tangerine brows instead. He chuckled softly, it seemed that Ichigo had liked his dominating side too. He smirked, gazing lustfully at his little brother's form from beneath scruffy orange locks as he loomed over the younger teen. The press of his lips against a smooth neck instead dragged a cry from within Ichigo's throat that had Ichiru digging his teeth into soft skin with a subtle warning. Stilling Ichigo's squirming when Ichiru brought his hips forward to grind their two erections together and keep Ichigo's movements a little more controlled than before.

Ichiru hissed at the touch of pleasure coiling in his stomach. Ichigo arching against him with a long drawn out moan, resounded delectably from swollen lips the moment that Ichiru trailed soft exploring fingertips down a heaving chest, it was utter bliss. And as he carefully listened to Ichigo's sounds of pleasure, they created an erotic melody of soft cries and little moans for more. Soft little mewls and headily racing breaths that peaked erotically when Ichiru slipped his hands beneath Ichigo's pyjama shirt. Forcing a strangled gasp of surprise to echo through their room rather loudly at the contrasting sensation of cold fingers on warm flesh.

'Do you me to touch you, Ichigo?' Ichiru asked tenderly, pressing his lips to a sweaty forehead as he deliberately pinched a stiffening nipple between his forefinger and thumb. Chuckling softly at his beloved's reaction when Ichigo threw his head back with abandon and a soft cry followed his moan into the night air. 'Do you want me to touch you, Ichi?' He repeated. Delighted when Ichigo frantically nodded against the skin of his neck. Apparently Ichigo had gotten too shy to look his twin in the eye again but Ichiru wouldn't have it. He pushed Ichigo's chest back onto the bed so that he could look upon the pleasure washed features gazing up at him so yearningly.

Ichiru was losing his patience and it showed when he slipped the fingers of his right hand beneath the hem of Ichigo's sleep pants. Mouth quickly sealing shut his brother's cries as he grasped hold of the straining arousal that was just begging for attention. He explored the flesh leisurely, dragging out the caresses of his hand as he traced the mushroomed tip and pressed an experimental fingernail into a weeping slit. His actions caused Ichigo to jerk and buck impatiently into his hand, back bowing at the dizzying pleasure as fingers twisted painfully tight in the sheets.

'A-Ah! I-Ichiru...please!' The older twin winced at the volume of the shout his actions produced. They really shouldn't be getting any louder if the two of them didn't want to be discovered. But knowing Ichigo, that wasn't going to possible. So with a sigh, Ichiru reluctantly pulled away his hand and settled himself cross legged on the warm sheets as Ichigo whined at the loss of his touch. Brown eyes now confused, following his brother's seated form as Ichiru reached beckoning fingers forward. Guiding Ichigo into his lap so that they sat chest to chest and he could securely wind his arms around a thin waist.

It was hot, Ichiru realized, the very air between them was sweltering with tension and need...but getting rid of their clothes now would only cause problems later when having to redress in the dark.

They were going to have to get creative.

'You're going to have to be quiet now, Ichi.' Ichiru warned. 'We can't have Goat-Face or Zangetsu-nii hearing us, okay?' Ichigo nodded eagerly, shivering against the breaths fanning out against his cheeks as his forehead pressed against Ichiru's to ground him from his pleasured haze. Those sly fingers slipped into his pants again, curling firmly around his hardness that had a surprised yelp spilling past Ichigo's lips before he could stop it. His hands came up to grip his brother's upper arms when the support from around his waist slipped away and two fingers were unceremoniously shoved into his mouth as a gag.

'Shush.' Ichiru cautioned, leaning forward so that his teeth could nibble at the shell of Ichigo's ear as he set a steady pace for his stroking hand.

...

Ichigo was floating in a sea of unadulterated rapture; drowning in heady sensations as he bit desperately against the fabric of his brother's shirt to keep his increasing moans hushed. It was so difficult, Ichigo realized, especially when it felt so good. Nothing seemed to be able to distract him from voicing his pleasures despite his brother's soft warnings ringing in his ear every now and then when he got too loud even through his gagged lips. But with his forehead pressed harshly against Ichiru's collarbone as a way to distract himself from the pleasure, Ichigo had to be reminded yet again that his voice was getting out of control as his breath stuttered through his nose with increasing difficulty in getting enough oxygen into his body. It was both heaven and hell, being stuck in such a position...but that hardly mattered anymore. He was so close and with Ichiru somehow knowing just how to push him towards that edge it was only getting all the more intense and complex to handle.

'Does it feel good, Ichigo?' Ichiru asked softly, the fingers of his free hand coming up to card through Ichigo's sweaty locks gently before a twist of fingers and softly scraping nails at the head of Ichigo's arousal had him clenching his eyes shut in a frantic nod. He couldn't express himself with words, so he couldn't ask for more as he had to keep himself gagged, but his fingers instinctively tightened their grip around his brother's arms, offering up a clue to his rapidly approaching climax that he couldn't seem to hold back anymore...no matter how much he enjoyed the slow, sensual movements transversing his arousal. It was his twin's breathy laugh of enjoyment whooshing past his ear with a heady rush of air though, and a thumbnail pressing near painfully into his slit that had Ichigo feeling his muscles begin to stiffen at the inevitable build of upcoming release that was beginning to reach its ultimate peak.

That hand and sly fingertips never once stopped its increasing pace and the touch of anticipation curling in Ichigo's stomach at the heady approach, had him grinding his teeth against the near painful onslaught. There was a soft, lewd whisper in his ear that caused Ichigo to wrench free of his makeshift gag with a arch of his back the instant that he felt his entire world shattering around him in mind numbing pleasure. His cry was instantly muffled by a tongue forcing its way into his mouth and a hand pressing against the back of his head to keep him from falling from the perch in his brother's lap. Ichigo barely noticed...he was lost to all forms of reality at the intense rapture filling his veins with fire and the tightened coil in his stomach, that had been signalling his approaching completion, snapped in a heady rush of two. Splashes of colour, blinding white...the roaring sound of blood pounding in his ears and his body strung tightly against an unpredictable assault on his senses...Ichigo was torn between two worlds of utter bliss...

It felt so good, he could barely breathe anymore. His body was still shuddering with the aftershocks from his intense climax. Where Ichigo fell forward exhaustedly into his brother's arms in an attempt to catch his ragged, panting breaths that were hot and moist against the skin of Ichiru's neck. There were a few moment of stillness where Ichiru resettled Ichigo's clothes back into place and pushed him back against the bed sheets as he leaned over Ichigo's form to press a kiss to his forehead.

'You came a lot, Ichi.' He said almost absently, his curious brown eyes observing the evidence of Ichigo's sticky release clinging to his fingertips beneath the splay of the moonlight creeping in from the now open curtains. 'You've been holding back.' Ichigo let out an indigent noise of mortification at his brother's nonchalant words, eyes widening in surprise at the calm declaration to his internal shame. The younger twin could literally feel his face heating up all over again as he fought with his own embarrassment from the inside but when Ichiru made to move away from him, Ichigo panicked.

His fingers clamping around his brother's wrist to keep him in place.

'Hold on, Ichi. Let me get a tis—.' The words Ichiru had in mind promptly died in his throat the moment that he had felt the fingers around his wrist tighten and he was unceremoniously yanked forward to sprawl between Ichigo's legs. His soiled hand brought forward eagerly for a sly tongue, peeking out from behind kiss swollen lips, to lick and suck along his fingertips headily. Tracing the skin softly...wetly...to gather away all traces of Ichigo's release. The older twin felt his breath stalling in his chest, his body shivering under the unexpected and erotic sight as a fire more intense and fierce than ever before began to rise in his chest. He was once again painfully made aware that he had yet to release his own sexual tension. And shit! Why did Ichigo have to do things like this? Ichiru was going to break if he kept going...he was already balancing on the razor edge of fading control that could slip at any moment.

'S-shit, Ichigo! What're you doin—!' Ichiru was cut off yet again when his brother's considerable strength flipped them around so that Ichigo was the one now settled between Ichiru's legs. Dark brown eyes, still glazed from their post-orgasmic bliss, were looking to the side in sheer embarrassment as Ichigo's trembling fingertips rested on either side of his twin's hips. In his mind there was a collision of conflicting thoughts and ideas but when he looked up at his twin's strained features and heaving chest, Ichigo knew that his beloved brother was suffering as well. So he shuffled down the bed and steeled himself for what he was about to do.

'Ichigo...what are you—.'

'Returning what you gave me in kind.' Ichigo said softly. Experimental fingertips tracing the soft cotton of his brother's sleep pants stretched over a straining bulge. Shivering softly at the hitched breath his actions caused, Ichigo eased the soft fabric over his older twin's hips. If he was going to do it...he would have to do it now before the still thrumming pleasured haze left his mind completely and logic came swimming back. Ichigo wasn't sure if this would work though, he had only read and heard of it in theory but...after that deliciously sweet gift his brother had just given him...how could he not repay Ichiru?

'Remember to keep quiet.' Ichigo murmured softly, warningly, before his fingertips curled firmly around the base of his brother's impressive erection before he experimentally dipped his tongue into the slit weeping pre-come already. It was a bitter-sweet tang upon his tongue, similar in taste to his own essence, but not enough to make Ichigo recoil in disgust as he thought he would. It was tolerable at least and that was enough. Ichigo ran his tongue around the mushroomed head several times to bathe it in his saliva before he licked his own lips to keep them moist and slick.

It was now or never, he thought. Strange though, how Ichigo felt a touch of anticipation curling within his own stomach when a muffled but breathy cry echoed into the night air the instant that he slipped his mouth over the head and gave the flesh a hesitant but experimental suck. If he peered upwards through his lidded eyes now, Ichigo could see his brother's erotically twisted features as he bit his bottom lip sensually...his warm brown eyes, hazed with lust were half closed behind a scruffy array of familiar orange locks that brushed against a slow spread of pink colouring warm cheeks...

'Shit, Ichi. You are so innocently dirty, it's not fair.' Ichiru whispered with strain but Ichigo didn't hear him. Ichiru was the perfect image of inspiration that Ichigo needed, and with his strong chest heaving softly for a proper breath and his brother's fingers uncurled from the sheets to brush orange locks from Ichigo's forehead softly instead...the younger twin shivered under the caressing touch before smiling through his mouthful. Taking in as much of his treat as he could, Ichigo began to steadily bob his head in a slow rhythm that caused soft fingertips to curl in his hair and tighten their grip unconsciously. At first it was a strange feeling Ichigo had to get used to and he faltered a few times when Ichiru began to buck his hips against his mouth...but a few gagging tries later and swipes of an experimental tongue and Ichigo had finally found his pace that drew out the most pleasure from his twin (if the heavy breaths and small groans were any indication).

'F-fuck...Ichigo... i-it's too much...' Ichiru stuttered, his breath hitching in his throat as his own deep seated bliss exploded from within him a few seconds later. He couldn't take it, the pleasure Ichigo was giving him, it was too much. And with the warm wetness surrounding him so wholly...it had just made him lose instant control when a soft moan reverberated around his hardness and the soft but unexpected scrape of teeth raked across the tip of the mushroomed head. He could barely suppress his own cry of rapture as his back arched against the headboard and his fingers tugged painfully at soft orange locks to keep Ichigo's mouth forcefully closed around him. It was a sweet ambrosia that Ichiru had never experienced before and when he finally came back down from his high, the sight that greeted him was one he would not soon forget...

Ichigo was resting his forehead against a warm thigh; pearly white semen and saliva dribbling from the corner of his mouth as his flush features gazed shyly up at his brother before a heady smile of satisfaction touched saliva slickened and swollen lips. Ichigo was practically purring...he actually did it! He's probably enjoyed that heady power over his brother a bit too much but he couldn't help it. When he had felt the first touch of release hitting the tip of his tongue and then slide slowly down his throat...Ichigo just couldn't stop himself from feeling a heady triumph he had not felt in a long time. And when Ichiru now passed his hands through Ichigo's orange locks softly as a thank you whilst the both of them calmed down, Ichigo would not be anywhere else than where he already was. He had found his heart and his home...

'Was it good?' Ichigo asked breathlessly, pushing himself up on his elbows so that he could get closer to his beloved brother. He was surprised however, at the loosely draped arms curling around his waist before he pulled into a warm lap once again. Ichigo instantly curled into the warm embrace engulfing him so headily, resting his forehead against a warm shoulder as he tiredly closed his eyes in exhaustion. He tilted his head to the side though, pressing into the soft touch when a forefinger came up to wipe away at the splay of his brother's release that he couldn't keep in his mouth before his cheeks were cupped in gentle palms and his head lifted so that a warm mouth pressed over his and a tongue could leisurely explore his mouth. The younger twin eagerly twined his tongue with his brother's, both of them smiling softly when they pull apart fondly.

'It was amazing, Ichi. Remind me to repay you tomorrow.' Ichiru said affectionately; chuckling softly when Ichigo turned a bright shade of red at the declaration before hiding his face in his brother's shirt when he realized it wasn't a joke, Ichiru would really do it! Ichigo hadn't done it to be repaid later but the mere thought of Ichiru doing the same to him, Ichigo was nearly hard again if it were not for his now rapidly rising fatigue weighing down his limbs and mind. Sensing his exhaustion, Ichiru manoeuvred them back onto the bed so that their limbs could twine intimately and the warm covers could be settled over them again. So close together, Ichigo could still smell the scent of his brother clinging to his skin and the faint after traces of sex still lingering in the air as they shared a pillow and rested their forehead together in semblance to the many times they had shared a bed before.

'Thank you, Ichiru.' Ichigo whispered softly; brown fluttering shut as arms settled around his waist to pull him close and lips was pressed against his forehead tenderly. 'Oyasumi.'

'Oyasumi, Ichigo. I love you.'

1* - Oyasumi – Sweet dreams.

I wanted to write a snippet more at the end there with Isshin and Zangetsu but because I have a sequel planned somewhere in the future so I'll leave it at that for now.

Anyways, god I've exhausted myself again...he he...my inspiration it too much some times. I hope that you all enjoyed my work! I'll be posting Consort to the Three King's next week Wednesday and the week after that my new fic Tsukino Kage: Moon Shadow will be updated again! Thank you for reading and I hope this settles some of your need for pure smut!

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