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White x Black: Midnight Parables	By : Snowway32 Category: Bleach > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 2801 -:- 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: Midnight Parables
- 2-White x Black: Midnight Parables Part 2
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Right my honeys; this is the last story for May before I'll be getting back to Soul Ignition and all my other works. There are a few fics that are scheduled to be deleted after this one is fully finished but I'll place more notes on that on my blog later. It's time to clean house again and push a few fics off my update list. But for now, this story is quite a visually and emotionally intense one. It is an official two-shot though, because the lemon is probably going to be really long.

I've decided to work with triplet incest, two Hichigos and one Ichigo in this. My second Shiro character taking inspiration from Kyoh in Tripleberry Au Lait and Trust me. However, I've been so stuck on what to call him that I've decided to simply keep his name Kyo (狂) , that means 'insanity' because I can't think of a better meaning behind this character's premise in the bedroom as well as his normal personality and how he comes across.

He is NOT however, entirely created like Kyoh, he'll have his own differences. I'm too tired to debate this too much though, I'm posting this story very late because I'd like to start on part 2 as soon as possible. There are several warnings though, so please heed them now as I list them. This story is quite controversial and it ties in 'factually' with my other 'White x Black' Vampire/Hunter AU world.

It will most likely contain: M/M/M Lemons, Incest, Triplet-cest, Angst, Vampire & Hunter AU world where Ichigo is a Hunter but his triplets are Vampires. I'm playing with Canon facts in a totally AU world. The possibility of double penetration, blood play, rough sex and all the nice erotic things that come with Vampire fics. The set pairing will remain:

Shiro (白) x Ichigo (一護) x Kyo (狂)

That's it from me though, it's 2 A.M in the morning here and I'm far too tired to think anymore. Please enjoy, the next part will be up in the next few days.

White x Black: Midnight Parables Part 1

'Che! Will ya look at that, Shi...little Ichi's all grown up! I don't even sense a lick of unease in his reiatsu. Precious Otouto makes quite the scary little Hunter King, don't ya think?' Turning to the side absently at the sound of his triplet's familiar voice, the oldest of the Shiba brothers hissed in irritation when his near perfect doppelganger managed to drag his attention away from the being he had been tracking step for step towards the western styled church in front of them, for fifteen minutes now. The imposing white structure was rising towards the heavens with towering gothic spires, a beautiful stained glass window adorning the front with the well known Quincy Cross as the late night sky created a frightening backdrop meant to instil overwhelming fear into the hearts of all fallen and insane vampires. Even to those of their kind who still possessed their sanity like the two eldest of the Shiba Triplets, it was not an image that they were ever comfortable seeing so up close and personal. But for them, this frightening Hunter Church was not a place to fear; it was a place to return to time and time again to keep an eye on their youngest Otouto who was considered the strongest Stern Ritter in Karakura Town.

A rank that instated him as the priest of this church, something that Shiba Ichigo's compassionate nature excelled at naturally. But at night, when darkness fell and the shadows became overrun with Hollows and Arrancar alike; he often times became a deadly force of sheer power and command to be reckoned with. It was his duty, after all, to protect the residents of this town from the dangers of the Fallen and the unrestrained bloodlust that overcame all turned vampires in the end. As the youngest of the three Shiba Triplets, Ichigo took a lot of pride in the fact that he had inherited his mother's range of powers instead of his father's. Something that his older brothers knew well enough and had left them with no choice but to let their Otouto go when he had been young. They were a unique set of brothers, the offspring of two forbidden pureblood bloodlines that had been woven together by fate many years ago when their Noble Shinigami father had married a Quincy Priestess in defiance to the well known taboo that Hunter and Vampire blood should never mix. The cruellest joke of all, however, was that Shiro and Kyo were born with the natural abilities of their father, Shiba Isshin; and their precious Otouto, only about twenty minutes younger, carried the Quincy inheritance from their mother.

These facts though, were a dark secret that no one in the lower Quincy ranks ever knew of. All that they did know was the Kurosaki Ichigo (a name cleverly chosen to conceal Ichigo's true identity) was the Stern Ritter of Karakura Town who excelled at Hollow extermination even when he fought with a set of blades that were likened far too much to their Shinigami counterparts. They never truly asked questions because the orangette was so powerful, or rather...Ichigo seemed to be favoured by the Quincy King Yhwach that protected him from any close and truly accusing scrutiny. And in return, just as their little brother possessed a pair of deadly Zanpactō to go along with his Hunter powers; Shiro and Kyo were completely immune to the deadly reishi that all Quincy arrows were made of. They could never die by a Hunter's hand, no matter how powerful that Hunter was in the end. They were also considered the two official Heirs of the Shiba House, a Noble Clan that was known for producing the strongest of the Purebloods and oftentimes fought side by side with the Quincy to control the influx of their fallen kin that spilled over from Hueco Mundo into the Human World more and more each year.

'Oi! What's that glare for? I was makin' a legitimate observation, Nii-san.' Narrowing a haunting pair of golden eyes at the condescending tone drifting from Kyo's lips, Shiro reached black nailed fingertips forward to snatch a blueberry lollipop from his brother's lips in reprimand. Watching with a smirk of devious satisfaction as a spark of irritation lighted across the single golden orb that was bathed in a sea of black sclera, the both of them initiated a silent battle of wills until a flash of triumph coloured Shiro's eyes the instant that he brought the lollipop to his own lips and swirled the tip of a blue tongue across the sugary treat. 'Shut up, Kyo. You're noisy. Do you want Ichi to find us here before midnight? We'll get in trouble again for stepping onto the property whilst he's out hunting.' Kyo's annoyed hiss in response to those words could be heard colouring the air mere seconds later; the crescent moon lighting across his tall, lithe, frame as he raked black nailed fingertips through a shaggy array of hip-length white locks that tumbled down his back in two messy dragon-like tails. The silver moonlight was glinting off of an array of six black loop earrings pierced in the shell of his right ear, subtly bringing to light the balled loops that were settled in the corner of his mouth and right eyebrow respectively.

Kyo was closing a single golden eye in rising frustration to his triplet's actions, the tip of a pierced tongue running across his lips to gather the last remaining sweetness of his stolen treat before he hooked his fingertips in his jean's pocket. The black fabric was conforming tightly to long legs, accentuating the red and black chequered hoodie that was open to display a tight long sleeved black shirt below as a blood red scarf was meant to cater to the illusion of him 'warding' against the late autumn night cold. But it wasn't really needed at all, he thought absently. Intricately buckled black boots were scuffing against the pavement as Kyo pressed one foot lazily against the wall of the building behind him, the white haired Shiba allowing his free hand to drift upwards to trace the square black leather eye patch that was firmly settled over his left eye. It was obviously concealing a blinded golden eye from sight, a deadly accident that had happened many years ago when their little Hunter King had awoken his powers and had been unable to control it in a fit of rage. It was a strong testament to the fact that even though the two eldest of the Shiba Triplets could not die from a Quincy's arrow, they could still very well be injured by its touch quite devastatingly.

Twirling one of the four thin strings that were connected to the corners of the patch between his forefinger and thumb, Kyo absently tipped his head back to resettle their placement against his skin where two strings curled around his left ear and the other two, dragged quite obviously across his forehead and cheek to curl securely around his right. Ichigo, he was sure, had spent a many a sleepless night blaming himself for the accident. Loving older brother that he was though, Kyo had never blamed his precious Otouto for his mistake that day. In fact, it had never crossed his mind. But how to reassure the little Hunter King of that, was never an easy task to accomplish no matter how hard he tried. Absently shifting his attention to the few minute older Shiro to escape the flow of his darker thoughts, a subtle snicker escaped pale lips the moment that Kyo noted the childish contrast that a blueberry lollipop, wedged firmly between pale lips, made to the expensive and neat clothes that his triplet was wearing that night. Dressed warmly in expensive silk pants, a white trench coat that tumbled evocatively to his knees and enveloped in the haunting splay of hip-length white locks, loosened from its usual tie at the base of his neck; there was no doubt that Shi-nii made quite the haunting picture in the light of the moon.

'So, tell me...Shi-nii. Did ya have fun annoying the Council of Elders today? The Oyaji must have had some real trouble getting ya into those clothes at night fall.' Watching intently as a dark flash of satisfied amusement coloured golden orbs almost instantly, Kyo was sure that Shiro had just recalled the last few hours where he was sure to have driven the elders up the wall with his stubborn refusal to accept any official duties that was supposed to pass down from their father to him. His deadly grin was answer enough to his younger triplet's question though, a white head tipping back absently to observe the blanket of stars spread above him as a black nailed forefinger and thumb came upwards to twirl a sweet lollipop thoughtfully between pale lips. Coating the inside of his mouth with its saccharine taste, Shiro abruptly turned around to pin his brother with a glare before he forced the treat between Kyo's lips to silence the sly, teasing comments that he could see building in a narrowed, single golden eyed gaze. 'One more teasing word out of your mouth, Otouto, and I'll bar you from seeing Ichi tonight. Don't give me that look, I'll really do it. You know that you have a hard time defying my enthrallment. So shush, will you. I'm trying to track Ichigo's presence.'

'Che,' Making his irritation known through an irritable huff the moment that older vampire's threat caressed sensitive hearing, Kyo turned his attention back to his returned treat for now as he cast out the range of his senses to feel for the familiar flicker of Ichigo's reiatsu that was hastily moving towards the church that they were standing in front of. It was quite unusual of Shiro to make threats like that. Something must have really irritated him at that meeting despite the dark pleasure the older being would have drawn from annoying the elders that always sought to push the oldest Shiba into acting out his rightful role as Heir to the Noble House. Those subtle words of warning, however, were completely hollow and devoid of any true intimidation. The shaggy white haired being hadn't once been caught in his brother's enthralment since they were twelve years old, a testament to the fact that even though Shiro seemed to possess the wider range of intense and powerful reiatsu, his little brother's enthralment skills and manipulative abilities were much more intensely focused than his. Dragged from the depths of his thoughts the moment that Kyo caught sight of the hitch and curl of a flame, a miasma of silvery smoke soon spilled into the atmosphere with a slow and deliberate exhale several seconds later.

'Ya shouldn't smoke, Shi, Ichi's going to get upset.' Despite nothing but the truth being present in his triplet's words, Shiro still ignored the courteous warning as elegant black nailed fingertips remained curled sensually around a long gold and black kiseru as he brought it to his lips for another taste of sweetened tobacco. It was a repetitive habit that he had picked up from their father, a way to ease the unsettled lilt in his reiatsu as he once more turned his full attention back to Ichigo's powerful reiatsu that had wavered only once that evening so far. There was a frown of deep concern furrowing white brows, tensed shoulders knotting further under the rise of his unease as Shiro leaned his head back against a cold brick wall and closed his eyes for several moments of thought. Something felt off within his youngest Otouto's staggering power, something indiscernible that couldn't be traced and once it had exploded across Karakura the moment that the moon had risen in the night sky, it had been enough to startle the both of them awake from their day sleep. It was the sole reason why he was so irritated now, his clothes felt far felt too restrictive around his form and he had been forced to sit through a useless two hour meeting when he had wanted nothing more than to make sure his baby brother was alright.

How Shiba Isshin always managed to drag Shiro back to Seireitei so early in the evening when they were staying in Karakura specifically to visit their little brother for a while, never ceased to amaze him. Travelling through the Senkaimon was not something he enjoyed particularly, especially not twice in one night. But he simply couldn't let this slide, he had to make sure Ichigo was alright and considering the strict rules that their Otouto had imposed on them; they had to obediently wait by the church until Ichi returned from his hunting and opened those arched doors for them. Going by the time and the constant flicker of disappearing Hollow reiatsu, it was quite a busy night for their little brother and he had not yet had a chance to return home and greet them. They had been very careful to constantly seal their presence since arriving late yesterday evening though, one never knew just how many of Ichigo's enemies lurked in the darkness these days. And them being here usually served as a catalyst to drag them out of the shadows, even the ones that were on the same side as him. But Shiro and Kyo had had to forcibly teach themselves not to worry too much, their beloved little Hunter King was quite a dangerous creature that could more than look after himself.

'Do you feel that, Kyo?' Shiro breathed softly in concern, snapping his head to the side the instant that a familiar reiatsu streaked warningly across the air and the echo of unsteady boot steps rang progressively louder and louder against strained hearing. Allowing for a well known smirk to curl across pale lips, the tip of a blue tongue was absently running across sharpened fangs as a deliciously addictive scent filled the atmosphere around them and the erratic beat of a distressed human heart seemed to follow in tandem to those unsteady steps. It wasn't long though, until a haunting white clad form swam into the range of his vision. Shiro could feel his very breath stalling in his throat, sharpened senses able to make out every minute detail that was present upon lithe form as a familiar flicker of bright orange locks ignited vibrantly beneath the light of the crescent moon. There was a large pitch black blade trailing through the air in a swift and precise arc, the distinct sound of several blood drops hitting the pavement as the Hunter seemed to make ready to slay his next prey. The white clad form was interrupted in the task of drawing his second blade though, hazed chocolate brown eyes finally seeming to register the two beings that were waiting patiently and unthreateningly for his acknowledgement in the dark.

'S-Shi-nii? K-Kyo-nii? W-what're you doing here? I thought I felt a hostile presence and―.' Quickly silencing himself in an attempt to control the detectable stutter that was present in his words, Kurosaki Ichigo guiltily rested a white gloved palm over the dried blood that a tainted bite to the side of his neck had created. He took several swaying steps towards his triplets' familiar presence, though; not paying any mind to the subtle dizziness that was swimming into his mind unbidden of his permission. His Quincy uniform was stained haphazardly with blood that night, intricate white knee-length boots having walked through what felt like rivers of blood as his mind tried desperately to sort through the shallow injuries his hunting had instilled upon his form. There was a definite sear of pain streaking achingly across his back, the warm white cloak he had worn over his priest's uniform having had to be discarded after that injury as he tried very hard to forget the very real danger he had been in much earlier when something unknown had distracted him in the middle of a fight. The sheer quantity of Hollows he had faced then was unusually high, a fact that had gifted one of them a chance to sink his teeth into the side of Ichigo's neck.

He had been far too cautious in releasing his powers, something that he could nothing about in hindsight now. But it was the one shameful injury that Ichigo didn't want anyone to see, even though he had had a chance to purify and heal the wound an hour earlier. The obvious marks were gone but the location of dried blood and the redness to his skin, was still very much recognizable...as was the disgusting tremor of helplessness he had felt the instant that tainted fangs had slid through his flesh. Ichigo's hands were also still fairly unsteady, his feet not quite able to walk in a straight line now that all the adrenalin had been worked out of his system and he no longer had a need to hone his senses so completely. Allowing for several stuttering breaths to spill from parted petal pink lips, the dazed orangette struggled for a moment to sheathe the larger of Zangetsu's dual forms across his back as he absently rested his fingertips upon the second blade that was hung from an intricate array of white belts and twining black chains around his waist. The blasted mantle that Ishida had worked into his uniform again, was being tugged restlessly by the wind as a ray of light glinted off of the gold buttons that were sown into the front of a shortened white cassock as it tumbled to his knees to display white silk pants beneath.

A subtle flush had crept across his nose, the cold from the night starting to affect him more fully as Ichigo couldn't help but lean against the same wall that his triplets were standing against to collect himself for several moments. Why did he have to lose his cloak that night, damn it! It was so difficult having to transverse the town covered in the sickening blood of his enemies whilst prying eyes could very well notice that their church priest was anything but the sweet little angel that they thought he was. Leaning into the cool fingertips that suddenly cupped his cheek in a tender touch, dazed chocolate brown eyes could only blink tiredly as a gentle fingertip swiped across his skin and a single golden eye swam into focus after several moments of consoling calm. Kyo-nii was critically scanning Ichigo's body for any noticeable injuries, extending his reiatsu to feel for any impurities present in Ichigo's power as a deeply concerned frown seemed to furrow across white brows mere seconds later. Before the orangette could say a word in his defence though, his lips were abruptly parted by a blueberry lollipop and warm fingertips came up to brush away the messy orange bangs that were falling forward to feather teasingly across soft, flushed, cheeks.

'I can't tell if ye'r hurt, Ichi, because yer reiatsu seems fine but you look dead on your feet. Are you alright?' Nodding positively in answer, Ichigo pulled the sugary treat from his lips before he leaned his head back to draw a soft gasp into tired lungs. ''M fine, Kyo-nii. Just tired. What are you doing here by the way? I don't remember getting a call saying that you'll be coming to visit.' Concealing brown eyes in the darkened shadows of messy orange bangs, the youngest of three brothers eagerly cast his attention in the direction of his oldest brother as he offered Shiro a gentle smile in return and pushed himself away from the wall so that he could begin to lead them towards the place that he called home. To his triplets' sharp vampiric eyes though, the dark circles of fatigue that were seared into the skin below chocolate brown orbs were not hard to miss. But so far; Ichigo seemed to get away with concealing the state that he was in just so that he didn't cause any more concern for the only two beings in existence that meant more to him than even the world did. As the less obvious entrance into the church swung open under the turn of his key, the orangette paid no attention to the frightening echo that was present inside as he merely made his way towards the top floor where his quarters were located.

And the instant that a steady hand rested against the small of his back, Shiro's more controlled presence stepping next to him to subtly guide him up the stairs with extra support; Ichigo shivered softly as he was lead to rest his temple against a white clad shoulder.

'I-I'll get your coat dirty, Shiro-nii. I don't―.'

'Shut up, King. Do you think I'm blind, Otouto? I can smell the blood on you, not vampire blood...your blood and god how tempting a scent it is. But for heaven's sake! Learn to look after yourself more properly, I won't get upset if you get my coat dirty. So stop worrying about pointless things!'

Right, thank you so much for reading. I really appreciate it. I'm going to be posting Part 2 a few days from now as I finish it off, but hopefully it won't take too long. If I could please receive a small review for my work, I'd be eternally grateful. But other than that, I'm too tired to think. I'm going to bed now, it's far too late for me to be thinking of posting anything.

Yours Always

Chocolate Carnival
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