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White x Black: The Moonless Night	By : Snowway32 Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1545 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of the characters there within, it all belongs to Kubo Tite. This is purely written for my own pleasure, I make no money from this.

Chapter List
- 1-White x Black: The Moonless Night
- 2-Chapter 1: The Dimming Horizon
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Full Summary: In a world where Vampire Hunters and Vampires are in a constant battle for supremacy, there is only one option in the end. To live or die by the blades of their enemies. Only, an odd deal that exists between the strongest Hunter, Kurosaki Ichigo and the oldest and most powerful Pureblood, Shiro, is about to create a new and unusual relationship that has never been seen before. Yaoi

I'm probably going to work myself into an early grave with everything I've done during December but I'm glad that I managed to find such great inspiration from all my requesters. Thanks to everyone who has been patiently waiting for their fics and continously offering me only the best things to work with. I probably shouldn't, but either shoot me or love me; this fic will probably turn into a multi-chapter fic to replace Tsukino Kage: Moon Shadow as my inspiration for that fic ran out unfortunately.

I'll still keep it posted on here as I may continue it later when I feel like it again but for now; The Moonless Night will be replacing it as my official vampire Hichi x Ichi story. This is the last of my Christmas Request List for Hollow Ichigo – Ichigo and will probably be one of my more bolder and darker fics. It is extremely plot heavy and the sexual content will also be immense as you can probably see in the prologue.

This is the type of story I have always longed to write, because there is a special surprise in Chapter 1. But that's a secret! You'll have to wait until the 2nd or 3rd January to find out when I post it a few days after this.

Okay there are some strict warnings for this fic; it is NOT for the faint of heart. It is heavy in angst, dark in nature, high in sexual content and is bound to contain intense M/M lemons and a lot of violence and blood. Also it contains a Vampire Hunter! Ichigo and a Pureblood Vampire! Shiro, where this is a set pairing between the two even when their relationship is considered a total taboo.

I'm keeping it fairly modern as you'll see, but hopefully I won't be pressed to write such long chapters so that I can update faster. Please remember this is only the prologue, an introduction to the characters and a bit of my setting, chapter one will establish more of the AU world they live in and so one. There is a sort-of-lime in the prologue so please do not read if any of the warnings have put you off.

For now though, I don't think I have anything more to say. If there are any questions at the end of the story, don't be afraid to PM me...I may not answer them outright to spoil my plot but I'll try and give you an indication as to a proper answer.

Please enjoy, my honeys! I'll see you at the end of the chapter!

Prologue: Of Equal Strength

Dazed chocolate brown eyes were gazing numbly up at a clear midnight sky. A thousand pinpricks of light illuminating a swell of black velvet where the dimmed rays of a pale moon, shared its soft rays of light across the vast plane that was saturated in nothing but sheer darkness. Displaying the entirety of Karakura Town enveloped in a blanket of thick snow, it ushered in the icy cold wind from the depths of that year's exceptionally frosty winter without remorse. The waning moon was casting a haunting silvery light against the unstable form of Kurosaki Ichigo; revealing a tall, lithe frame that was currently kept captive against the wall of an abandoned alleyway next to a private night club. There were two pale palms curled restrictively around each of his wrists; forcing black gloved hands back against a brick wall to box him in from all sides as a sly white clad thigh pressed intimately between his parted legs to take his sagging weight rather courteously for the vile sin that was occurring between the willing him and his demon captor.

Long, hip-length white locks were spilling sensually over a strong shoulder to tickle his chin and cheek, teasing flushed skin softly as the white haired being continued to drag heady mouthfuls of blood from the vein in his neck. But Ichigo felt no pain and despite the wintery wind that should have overwhelmed him in a shuddering cold, the dazed orange haired Vampire Hunter was aware of none of the sensations his body should be experiencing in that moment of time. A rapturous keen of pure need was tugged dizzyingly from parted petal pink lips, a heady rush of pleasurable warmth flooding through fast heating veins in tandem to every brush of a sly fang against the sensitive skin of his neck as it sent continuous shudders of bliss racing across a frantically beating heart with every rocking thrust a strong thigh created between trembling legs. Black gloved fingertips; wrenched free of their restriction in a display of uncanny strength whilst still being subdued by a vampire's enthralment, were grabbing desperately at long white locks in order to keep himself from falling into unconsciousness as the undeniable sound of contented pleasure spilled silkily from the depths of his captor's throat.

The Pureblood Vampire was easily taking his fill and then more from his victim with every passing second, leaving a pleasure dazed Ichigo to shudder in utter rapture against the white haired being's powerful body that was curled so protectively and seductively around him. Fuck! It simply wasn't fair, Ichigo whined pitifully in the confused depths of his spinning mind. He always ended up like this when things took a darker turn in their stormy relationship, where the long standing deal between the two of them was only a pretext to this...the sheer pleasure of giving and taking beneath the light of the moon and the utter taboo that it represented to the both of their races. Blood for information. Blood for information...that was all it was supposed to be. But over time it had turned into something else entirely. Something that the orangette looked forward to once every month as a dark flush of red stained pale cheeks in utter shame to his wanton actions now, Ichigo's body rocking uncontrollably into the vampire's tender caress as he searched for the all welcome pinnacle of uncontained carnal instinct deep within his soul.

Several breathless curses of strain were rolling erotically past parted lips, wiry muscles tensing in anticipation as the orange haired Hunter desperately tried to hold back the overwhelming torrent of pleasure that indicated his coming to completion. It wasn't supposed to be like this, Ichigo scolded himself harshly. He was never supposed to lose control around this powerful being but he simply couldn't hold himself back anymore. It was too much, the pleasure too intense, his heart far too soft against the white haired vampire's ministrations as a litany of pleasured cries soon spiralled wildly into the air around him to taint the atmosphere with an overwhelmingly powerful burst of climbing reiatsu that couldn't be contained anymore. The powerful being near twenty-five times his age, was gifting the semi-long scruffy orange haired Vampire Hunter the overwhelming ecstasy that only such a trained creature could create when stealing the life force from one's very veins without holding back. And Shiro...he never held back because Ichigo was one of the few beings in the world that could withstand his power without the orangette's soul straining under its oppressive weight.

'Ah! S-Shiro! Shi! P-please stop! I'm going to co―.' Ichigo warned breathlessly; trailing off in the middle of his sentence at the painful hitch in his breath that signalled his fast approaching release. Lust darkened brown eyes were fluttering shut half-mast, the orangette tugging hard on white locks in an attempt to dislodge the slightly taller being from the side of his neck. Black gloved fingertips were digging deliberately painfully against the back of a pale neck several seconds later though; the orange haired Hunter seeking to break their intimate connection before a shuddering gasp of utter flowing ecstasy escaped heaving lungs and a single grinding fang had the orangette bowing his back in pleasure the instant he was forced to release his pent up sexual gratification with an overwhelming cry of blissful rapture. Warm wetness painted the inside of tight black jeans, a stressed keen of shame spilling into the air around him as shock after shock of rushing bliss dimmed Ichigo's vision and dazed chocolate brown eyes clenched shut in utter humiliation to his reaction when a suddenly shifting weight forced him more fully against the back of a cold wall.

Scruffy orange locks were descending darkly into lust glazed eyes, feathering across flushed cheeks to conceal the deep mortification swimming in their depths before strong arms abruptly wound around Ichigo's waist to keep him from falling to the ground and Shiro continued to take more from him than the orangette had to give that night. Kurosaki Ichigo was panting softly for his faded breath, back arching in a sensual bow to place some distance between them as the familiar weight of his pitch black Zanpactō pressed painfully against his back at the awkward angle his body created to get away. Zangetsu's larger blade, a pitch black sword that was as long as he was tall, possessed an elongated hilt and a small gap that ran in the middle of blade before stopping in its centre, was the constant companion that kept the orange haired Hunter protected with its overwhelming strength and deadly sharp edge. Considering its placing though, secured to a red sash and draped across his back, it would be impossible to reach for it now as Ichigo absently brought surprisingly steady fingertips to the smaller companion blade that was suspended from an array of black belts, silver studs and pitch black twining chains that kept his floor length black and blood red cloak closed around his torso.

'Fuck! Shiro! Stop it!' Curling elegant gloved fingertips around Zangetsu's smaller counterpart, Ichigo impatiently dug black booted feet into the ground as he drew the deadly blade from its red sheath and used the last of his fading strength to press a deadly sharpened tip against the base of Shiro's spine with admonition. He could feel the tall vampire freeze against him, the deadly hum emanating from the smaller Zangetsu not be mistaken for a weakness because of its less significant size to its twin. Either of Ichigo's blades were deadly to any vampire, so it was no surprise that even such an ancient and powerful being was intimidated by their unsheathed presence. Ichigo was after all the strongest Hunter to have been born in over two centuries. He was not someone to be messed with, but neither was the being taking his blood so pleasurably as Shiro himself was the only Pureblood to have survived the world for more than five centuries without being hunted down for being consumed by a vampire's instinctual insanity.

What had drawn them together three years ago was power, what bound them together now was power and it was a constant play between the two of them of who possessed more, who would take things further than they should and who would submit to the other first. It was a deadly game that had become consumed with dark affection, a twisted love and insatiable lust that the both of them were utterly addicted to. And it left Ichigo's mind reeling now with the crushing reiatsu that flooded the small alleyway in retaliation to his weapon's drawn presence. His own power was rising to match the white haired Pureblood's step for step, the orangette shivering as an irate growl caressed his ear and sharpened fangs dug painfully into his neck for daring to interrupt Shiro's current meal. But at least Shiro seemed to have stopped taking his blood, black nailed fingertips reaching behind him to curl bare handed around a deadly black blade without the sharpness cutting into flawless porcelain skin or the pitch black reiatsu, shooting across his arm in deadly warning, affecting his powerfully flowing reiatsu.

'Tch...You're as shy as ever, Ichigo.' A silky baritone purred playfully against the shell of a flushed ear; sated golden eyes set upon a sea of black sclera, flashing in amusement as a black nailed thumb swiped across pale lips to gather the last trickle of blood to lap up with a sly blue tongue. 'You get so unnecessarily bashful when I make you lose control; just like a little virgin that's never tasted the pleasure of a man...let alone act like the most powerful Hunter in existence at only twenty-three years of age.' Ichigo instantly drew in a sharp breath of surprise, a tremor of fury igniting hotly through his veins as he saw an absolute, bloody deep red when the flush settled across his nose, coloured darker and he abruptly pressed the tip of Zangetsu's smaller blade below a pale chin in warning. Lifting Shiro's head forcibly as he shakily leant back against the wall for support when the world spun in dizzying circles around him, Ichigo watched confusedly as black nailed fingertips curled nonchalantly around the end of his blade. Sparks of black reiatsu were dancing wildly across Shiro's fingertips, a deadly teasing grin pulling alarmingly at pale lips as the white haired being slowly and deliberately caressed the edge of the sharp blade with a seductive play of fingertips.

'It's so endearing, little Ichigo, that it makes me want to devour you and mark you as mine for eternity.'

'Shit! Go to hell, Shiro!' Ichigo cursed vehemently, a deadly glare entering chocolate brown eyes as a gloved palm came upwards to lie across the leaking wounds on the side of neck to stem the sickening slide of blood against his sensitive flesh. 'Damn it, Shiro! You took far too much tonight...I can barely stand! Don't you ever feed from others anymore?!' Ichigo howled in growing rage, his entire being falling listlessly against the wall as the white haired Pureblood suddenly pushed away the blade resting against his neck and he forced Ichigo's fingertips from the side of his neck in reprimand. After several careful swipes of a blue tongue, Shiro closed the weeping wounds in order to calm the orangette's displeasure and to replace it with a more coherent flood of emotions instead. The orangette was still trembling against the flood of lingering sensations however, leaning his temple against cool bricks as puffs of white air coloured the night air around him with every exhale that spilled past parted lips in a heady rush. A bold silvery ring was peeking out at the world in the light of the moon as he ran a slick pink tongue across his lips to wet their sudden dryness, the flicker of a street lamp igniting the splay of four black loop earrings that were settled in his right ear and a single black stud that was settled in the lobe of his opposite ear.

All creating an attractive display that the long white haired being struggled to keep his hands off of the more that time passed, so much so that Shiro forced himself to place some distance between the two of them in order to collect himself a bit more.

'No,' Shiro eventually said with a nonchalant shrug, answering the little Hunter's rhetorical question just to rile up the fiery orangette more than he already had. 'Why would I when I have your blood to look forward to every month...I-chi-go.' Dragging out every syllable of that beautiful name in a dark, sensual purr; the white haired Shiro instantly succeeded in capturing Ichigo's full attention as a soft light of affectionate emotion crept into vibrant chocolate brown eyes and the Hunter's astonished gaze locked irrevocably upon his moving form. Ignited by the light of the waning moon now, Shiro became an exceptionally beautiful creature of the night. Long hip length locks; coloured as pure white as the falling snow, were cascading evocatively down his back to brush against his hips in swaying movements with every step that he took closer to Ichigo. A pure white trench coat was settled across his tall lithe frame, tumbling to his knees as long nailed fingertips, coloured a deadly black, hooked lazily in white belt loops. Neat white shoes, to match his expensive silk pants, made a steady tapping rhythm across the ground when Shiro drew impossibly close with a small frown of concern tugging at white brows.

'Ichigo? Are you alright?' A silky baritone asked concernedly, forcing chocolate brown eyes to blink owlishly as pale skin shimmered softly in the light of the moon and created a provocative display of ethereal colour. Ichigo was losing it, he knew. He could slowly feel himself being tempted to pull away from the wall to get much closer to Shiro than before, dark brown eyes hazing over with another emotion that was more difficult to discern but burned just as brightly as his affection had earlier as Ichigo suddenly found himself sprawling onto the snow covered ground at the loss of his balance instead. A small 'oof' resounded from his lips, a deep scowl of irritation tugging at tangerine brows as black gloved fingertips clenched in soft snow and his body once more became aware of the icy cold winter wind that was blowing hauntingly across his trembling form from the depths of the night. Ichigo was breathing heavily, the world swimming around him as the sudden cold of his body reminded him of the wetness that was staining the front of his black jeans.

'Agh! F-fuck! I-I did it again...' Ichigo noted mournfully, as if admitting it out loud was his greatest shame and dulled brown eyes gazed dejectedly at the spread of a dark black cloak that was spreading sensually around his form in several evocative folds now. There were ragged tears in the material, displaying a bloody red colour that was on the inside of the floor length garment and the chains and stylish belts around his waist tinkled with his uncertain movement when Shiro suddenly knelt beside him in concern. A now warmed palm was cupping his cheek gently, soft lips pressing against a smooth forehead tenderly as Ichigo was left shivering under the pleasurable press of the older being's much more comforting reiatsu that was curling so protectively around his form. A small chuckle was spiralling in the air around them mere seconds before gentle fingertips carded soothingly through messy orange locks and the twenty-three-year old Hunter slowly but surely came down from his post orgasmic bliss and the sheer ecstasy that Shiro's bite had brought forth within him. Ichigo was leaning against a strong chest now without care, scruffy orange locks tickling his cheeks softly as he pressed his forehead against a warm neck and his left hand easily re-sheathed the smaller black Zanpactō now that his power was no longer needed.

'Hush my little Hunter King,' Shiro cooed softly in comfort. 'I consider it an honour that I can make you come so undone...especially for one that fights my enthralment every step of the way. There's no shame in taking the pleasure I gift you, little one. It's only fair that I repay you in kind for that delicious blood of yours. Sometimes my information is not nearly enough to compensate for the rapturous taste that only your can give me. But that is probably not something you wish to hear, Ichi... 'The older being noted with a chuckle of amusement when the flickering of a red flush coloured beautifully flushed cheeks once more. 'How about we get out of this cold? There's something I want to ask you, Ichigo. But this is neither the place or the time. You can come get cleaned up in my apartment. I won't bite; well...not again...I have a bit more self-control than that.' Shiro was teasing now and Ichigo was left scowling deeply at those words, fairly hesitant about stepping foot in the older being's lair but it was quickly pushed aside with the promise of a warm shower and clean clothes just before the midnight hour would strike and the coming calls of his 'job' would overwhelm him again.

To keep the town that he loved safe from the fallen of Shiro's kin and the 'Hollow' vampires that had completely lost their minds to devour the innocents as they saw fit, was not always so easy when Karakura was a hot spot for powerful vampires that were inexplicably drawn here for some reason...

Okay, it's done! Thank you so much for reading! I really appreciate it! If there are any questions don't be afraid to ask, although I may not answer them in full. Also please remember this is only the prologue, just a little taste of what's to come and what you can expect. Other than that, I hope you enjoyed and if you did...if you'd be so kind as to leave me a little review. I'd really apreciate that.

For now though, I'm off. I'm posting it a bit early but Chapter 1 may take a while still to get out as this story is fairly complicated and there is a lot that is going on. I'd estimate another 7 days at the most but I'll try to keep it under that.

Yours

Uchiha Madara
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