[When the Hollow said he was going to give Ichigo space, he meant it. He had been purposefully avoiding his other; whenever he sensed him coming back to the house, he would bolt in the other direction, usually to the beach.
He hated the water, but the sound of waves and soft sand made for a pleasant place to sleep, he had to admit. More than one unwary beachgoer had likely stumbled onto a sleeping Hollow curled up in a dug out hole in the sand with his tail wrapped about him.
But why? Why was he running from the fight? He'd never done that before. Just because Ichigo had said he didn't want to fight him? Shiro wasn't sure if it would have even helped; after all, Ichigo knew all his tricks and his strengths.
But he didn't even try. What was up with that?
Dammit, aibou. Why cantcha just say what ya mean?It seemed like the fights he DID have hadn't been enough. Curled up in the sand with his mask protecting his face from the sun, he could feel Ichigo's anxiety even from so far away
( ... )
[ None of those fights had been enough because the thing Ichigo really wanted to fight against was captivity. He couldn't literally beat against the bars of this prison, and the frustration from being held hostage had mounted so high by now that...well. Even fighting the whole of Promenade wouldn't be enough.
Hoarse, flushed, and reiatsu swirling in a black squall, Ichigo grabbed the hollow almost as soon as he was inside, and started dragging Shiro towards his room. Which, actually kind of hurt. Fuck these stupid teenage hormones, and fuck trying to walk normally with a raging hard-on. ]
[It's hard to fight against the intangible, against a cage with no real walls, no real bars... nothing physical holding them there. Of course that's why Ichigo was frustrated.
... Of course, Shiro was not expecting to be dragged to the bedroom quite THAT quickly. Shiro flushes, both from surprise and exasperation]
Oi!! What the fuck do ya think yer doin', jackass?! Lemme go before I kick you in the nuts! [The Hollow snarls, showing fangs and black-blue gums, struggling until he manages to get free] I am fully capable of WALKIN' ya know. You're sure in a hurry.
[ That's pretty much growled at the hollow, but Ichigo does turn around long enough to let Shiro see his eyes; the wild, half-crazy, half-desperate look in them that was nearly overshadowed by unfocused desire. Stepping in, he grabs two handfuls of Shiro's shirt, and all but slams him up against the wall, pressing up against the hollow with a snarl. ]
Where were you.
[ Not waiting for the answer, since Ichigo wasn't really asking about Shiro's location anyway, he forces a kiss on him, shuddering with relief as his body rolls, strained and needful. You're the one that started this dance, Shiro, and now Ichigo was making it perfectly clear that this - whatever it is - is not going to be only on your terms. ]
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He hated the water, but the sound of waves and soft sand made for a pleasant place to sleep, he had to admit. More than one unwary beachgoer had likely stumbled onto a sleeping Hollow curled up in a dug out hole in the sand with his tail wrapped about him.
But why? Why was he running from the fight? He'd never done that before. Just because Ichigo had said he didn't want to fight him? Shiro wasn't sure if it would have even helped; after all, Ichigo knew all his tricks and his strengths.
But he didn't even try. What was up with that?
Dammit, aibou. Why cantcha just say what ya mean?It seemed like the fights he DID have hadn't been enough. Curled up in the sand with his mask protecting his face from the sun, he could feel Ichigo's anxiety even from so far away ( ... )
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Hoarse, flushed, and reiatsu swirling in a black squall, Ichigo grabbed the hollow almost as soon as he was inside, and started dragging Shiro towards his room. Which, actually kind of hurt. Fuck these stupid teenage hormones, and fuck trying to walk normally with a raging hard-on. ]
Get in here. Now.
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... Of course, Shiro was not expecting to be dragged to the bedroom quite THAT quickly. Shiro flushes, both from surprise and exasperation]
Oi!! What the fuck do ya think yer doin', jackass?! Lemme go before I kick you in the nuts! [The Hollow snarls, showing fangs and black-blue gums, struggling until he manages to get free] I am fully capable of WALKIN' ya know. You're sure in a hurry.
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[ That's pretty much growled at the hollow, but Ichigo does turn around long enough to let Shiro see his eyes; the wild, half-crazy, half-desperate look in them that was nearly overshadowed by unfocused desire.
Stepping in, he grabs two handfuls of Shiro's shirt, and all but slams him up against the wall, pressing up against the hollow with a snarl. ]
Where were you.
[ Not waiting for the answer, since Ichigo wasn't really asking about Shiro's location anyway, he forces a kiss on him, shuddering with relief as his body rolls, strained and needful.
You're the one that started this dance, Shiro, and now Ichigo was making it perfectly clear that this - whatever it is - is not going to be only on your terms. ]
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