Ripe Fruit.....and the Berry Picker...

A week and a half and roughly gone by since Ingo had made his claim. And Ichigo's body more then happily obeyed the Kitsune's every wish. Not that he complained mind you no rather now he was laying on the couch a Tuesday morning with no afternoon classes because that was his time spent with his 'Big' going around the college classes and learning about college life and having tested out of all of his morning classes for that day he was at home in the apartment alone taking a nap.

Now mind you such a thing shouldn't normally be a problem except for the subject matter of Ichigo Ansho-So's dream's. Or rather the subjects of his dreams. Apparently his body was not content for long with just being with Ingo oh no he was a Crusnik, a vampire who happened to have two that his body constantly yearned equally for and in his dreams this morning since real life had yet to give to him what his body desired even if Ichi swore it was a bit insane both of them. The heated passionate tussle in his dreams was more then enough to get a response out of the Death-berry.

Having crashed on the couch shortly after Ingo left for morning classes in nothing more then a pair of silk boxers. Anything more felt horrible right now the Fox had been thoroughly enjoying him this entire time classes had been torture the clothes far too restricting on his overly sensitive body. He swore that Ingo was determined to find out if he could change a rather as Ingo put it. 'Tasty secret' about Ichigo's body.....no matter how many times back to back, no matter how many days in a row he kept him pinned down and made Ichi miss a few days of class mind you to boot.......Ichigo's body after every release after every time.....returned to that 'Virgin' Tightness....as if he had never been taken at all.

Although at the moment taken in his dreams was exactly what was happening as he was being ravaged by both of them. In the waking world the evidence of such erotic dreams where the very hard pert nipples on his chest easily seen as he wasn't wearing a shirt and the very pronounced tent he was pitching at the moment. Although he was sleeping and shifting on the couch some his head falling back as he was breathing slightly harsh, his lips parted and swollen as if having been kissed so many times they were flush with blood.

Ichigo moaned in his sleep turning his head and drawing a knee up toes of his bare feet curling slightly......"Please.....Ingo.....Please....Crow....." He breathed in his sleep unable to choose between them as he in his heart love them both equally even if his body belonged to the Cunning Kitsune...

Crow had been there for a while now, lounging around in the mostly silent apartment as if he owned the world. Though the sounds the young vampire in the living room sleeping were making made it rather hard for him to concentrate on the paper he was supposed to write for his American History class.

Instead, he ended up finding himself here, perched on the top of the table as if he were some sort of mix between beast and vampire, watching every little ripple of muscle and every little breath the young vampire took as he slept. The mention of his name making him tilt his head to the side like a confused dog.

Though, if he was honest, he was genuinely confused. Please? Please what? He hadn't even done anything to the strawberry blond vampire laying there on the couch. So why was it that he was being begged for what sounded like mercy?

Ichigo was unaware and yet aware of Crow being there unaware as in he had no idea that the man had arrived some time after he decided to take a nap, aware as in he scented him in his sleep and as the dream progressed....Ichigo's back arched as things reached there 'release' in the dream and the evidence of that release in the waking world causing Ichigo's eyes to fly open wide staring at the ceiling aware very aware of the sticky mess on his stomach soaking his boxers.

He groaned and slowly sat up not realizing that one of his 'tormenter's was currently perched behind him on the table as he reached down and ran his fingers through the mess sighing. "Again? Last time it was the Cunning fox this time the Silent Bird....wonderful...." he breathed.....again.....he had dreams concerning both of them again no doubt one or the other he woke just fine....well sorta he woke with a 'morning wood' that needed a cold shower that is if Ingo wasn't still in bed that was.

But right now he sighed and turned shifting. Attempting to get up on shaky legs so soon after being ravaged in his dreams and he swore he could still scent Crow close by even though as far as he knew the man was at home. "I'm....beginning to hate cold showers...." he grumbled.....getting tired of them.

"Again?" he mocked, asking more than repeating. Ichigo had begged like that in his sleep more than once? To him more than once? He looked at Ichigo with those emerald green eyes full of confusion.

He had done nothing to Ichigo to cause him to have dreams about him, let alone dreams that cause Ichigo to have to beg for mercy. Why was it that he was so upset? Had he done something to upset Ichigo?

"Cold water won't clean you...warm water will..." he said after a few moments. If he had done something else to upset Ichigo, he wasn't sure he wanted to get another nickname from the strawberry blond...the last one had been less than satisfactory...

Ichigo blinked and turned at the sound of Crow's voice the sheer innocence of the statements enough to cause him to groan and warm water would get him clean cold would not.....but cold would cool off his body......instead of causing it to......and there it went.

Oh yeah....Ichigo swore he was gonna kick the Kitsune's ass for this one. All he needed at the moment was to set eyes on one of the two beings he desired and sure enough he didn't need to look to feel the tent he was starting to pitch again. As if voice alone was not bad enough. There was a reason an ancient law had been passed that no new born could be taken before there first human year. Ichi was just turning four months old......his body could easily be trained to be responsive and well it was.....very sensitive and responsive at the moment.

Ichigo groaned and buried his face in his hand the still clean one as he sighed. "Because I need to cool off......before I get cleaned up....." he muttered before lowering his hand and looking at Crow shifting a bit and moving placing the arm and side of the couch behind himself on the way to the bathroom to do just that he wasn't upset with Crow....far from it. Ichigo wanted to be devoured by this white raven.

Without thinking about it, he had moved, still low to the ground, and reappeared in front of Ichigo, leaning up to look him in the eyes. "Cool off? What for?" he inquired lowly, curiously. He was perhaps indeed like a giant child. Though Crow lacked all of the innocence than came with being a child.

"Did...did I do something wrong to make you beg for mercy?" he asked lowly, timidly. As tough as he could be, to make someone truly upset at him over his personality bothered him and to some degree, hurt him. He wasn't sure if Ichigo was still mad at him or if he had done something else entirely to upset the strawberry blond vampire before him.

Ichigo yelped as he was a bit distracted at the moment with his own issues when Crow was suddenly before him and fell backwards his ass end landing on the arm of the couch his head and shoulders on the couch. "No......." answered staring up at the ceiling as his legs were splayed open as if presenting a gift it was a very awkward position to be in. "I'm just being seduced in my damn dreams by a cunning fox and a white raven....but no....you haven't done anything wrong....." Ichigo answered honestly and a bit bluntly as he shifted his arms attempting to get up from the splayed position.

Which had him pause a second as the material was pulled so incredible tight against his fully awake need making him draw in a low sharp breath....cold shower now....since he doubted Crow was the sort to do anything about it.

Crow moved again, this time not as quickly. Timidly would be more like it. As if he were afraid to get too close to Ichigo, reaching out his hand as if he wanted to touch him, but was too afraid to get scolded. "White Raven? My name...it means White Raven..." he breathed as he finally seemed to gather up enough courage to reach out and touch Ichigo's cheek in a painfully gentle manner.

"My name...my real name....is Shiroi Karasu....and it means White Raven..." he said lowly, meekly. He honestly was so used to simply being called 'Crow' that he had even began writing just 'Karasu' on his school papers. Even the teachers called him Crow, so he had nearly forgotten what it felt like to be called White Raven by another.

Ichigo blinked and drew in a low shallow breath to be touched so gently against his heated skin scent pleasant chills along his spine and it was just a gentle brush along his cheek. But he didn't scold him didn't push his hand away. Ichigo without really thinking about it turned his head into such a gentle touch closing his eyes. "Didn't know.....your presence your aura...is as pure and unique as a White Raven to me....." he answered. From the start actually.

Ichigo was confused and surprised by such a gentle touch. Opening his golden brown eyes to look up at Crow at Shiroi. Ichigo looked up at him shifting slightly as he looked at him uncomfortable and yet not wanting to pull away from his touch either.

Crow just looked down at Ichigo with those emerald green eyes of his. He was, in a sense, lost. He didn't know what to do with this situation. He was so used to being the one dominated that he was completely baffled. What did he do? How did he do it? How did he get started?

"It's...why I'm called Crow...." he said lowly as he looked at Ichigo. He wanted to, but he was both afraid and confused. Afraid because he didn't want Ichigo to get upset with him again, and confused because he wasn't sure what to do first.

"Um...Do....do you...." he said lowly, trying so hard to get the words to come out. "Do you....want me...to help?" he finally managed, hoping that Ichigo didn't get upset with him for asking such a question.

Ichigo looked at him as he said it was why he was called 'Crow' it made sense now. But his gaze moved from Crow to another issue and back to the man before his head landed on the couch. He wasn't upset at all. To have such an innocent question asked in his current state made things dance for him and he drew in a low sharp breath.

Ichigo looked at him after a brief moment of silence and then whispered in a soft almost begging tone. "Please...." Ichi in his own right knew a cold shower would not be enough and he'd be struggling with it until a very amused Ingo had to deal with it he usually was when he got home and found Ichi in such a state.....his body refusing to calm down until handled by another. Ichigo looked up at Crow with a soft needy look a 'bedroom' eyes look as he laid there unable to fight back not that he wanted to against him and he certainly wasn't upset with Crow at all.

Crow looked down at Ichigo's need and then back up at him, lowering slowly to the floor as if he was unsure of things. Was he sure? He didn't want to ask and risk upsetting Ichigo, but at the same time...if Ingo wasn't willing to share yet...he didn't want to upset Ingo either. And yet...that one simple word was enough to make Crow's own body respond happily to the request.

Reaching his knees, Crow slid the soiled boxers off of the lovely little vampire and licked the tip of it, as if tasting the traces of the sticky white fluid left behind by Ichigo's dream, then took Ichigo into his mouth. He was not as dominating as Ingo, couldn't be until he was adjusted to the relationship, and he was certain that this relationship was all right.

Even with his lack of dominance, he had taken Ichigo all the way to the hilt, well adjusted to this part of things. He had been made to do this other times before this, so he had honed his skills in this particular area...oh yeah...and he had a tongue piercing that he just had done two months before....

Ichigo moaned his head falling back as his breath caught in his throat....was that it was and the sensation was new to him he made a sound in pleasure his breath caught and yet he looked down at Crow not sure if this was something that Crow really wanted to do or felt he had to because.....Ichigo would be upset if he didn't....."You....you don't have to if you don't....want to....it's....it's alright....I'll....just take a cold....shower to ....cool off...I...." he breathed not wanting to make Crow feel like he was forced into this at all. Worried.....because he seemed so very timid at the moment and like he was simply made to do these sorts of things.

And that bothered Ichigo he didn't want Crow to think he had to.

Crow rolled his eyes up to look at Ichigo, his emerald green eyes obviously already glazing over with lust. If he didn't want to? He had never said that...had he? But like a well mannered child, Crow simply looked at Ichigo for a few seconds and then looked back down, completely focused on what he was doing.

It wasn't that he didn't want to...if his body's reaction was any indication. It was the simple fact that he didn't know how to react to one on one situations. Intimate situations like this often made him become the timid one and made him an easy target to be dominated by others because of that very fact.

But, taking Ichigo's moans and cries of pleasure into consideration, he knew that a cold shower weren't enough...had been a young vampire once himself, and knew all too well what it was Ichigo wanted and needed. So, with risk of upsetting Ichigo, he continued without responding, using his tongue ring, swirling it around the tip of Ichigo's need as he continued to move.

On some level, he had known what to do and where to start. But he had been so timid and worried about upsetting Ichigo that he had been afraid of even suggesting it...but as things progressed...he knew that he would eventually have to say something...especially now that his own need was happily awake and ready for the moment at hand.

Ichigo lost any further thought as his head fell back and he moaned that tongue ring sending whole new sensations through his body that he wasn't used to and he was submissive, his eyes starting to glaze over more then they already had with need. His breathing deep as he moaned and cried in pleasure one hand moving fingers laying in Crow's soft hair not to stop him but needing some sort of contact.

Ichigo could never be dominate. Could never take control it wasn't in his nature he protected he didn't dominate. And so Ichi laid there breathing deep his free hand curling slightly against the material of the couch. Still far to young to have much of a built up endurance to hold out however he could continue on all day if Crow liked. Ichigo could feel things coiling up in his stomach after a bit the heat pooling there. Ichigo was far from upset with him. Ichigo's shoulders pushed down into the couch a bit as his breathing. "Oh god.....Shiroi......" Ichigo breathed he was so close normally after Ingo's intense 'training' him this past week he could last much longer for something like this but that darned piercing and the skill with which the vampire before him used it......Ichigo was about to..."I'm...." he warned which is were it fell short ending on a cry of pleasure as his body found it's second release that morning this time.....rewarding the real Crow with the treat instead of the air for the dream one. And the dream one? Paled.......terribly.

Crow had looked up at Ichigo when he said Shiroi, said his real name. To be called by his real name...it almost made him want to top and ask why Ichigo had used it...but somehow...it had become a sacred thing just now. A sacred thing that only a few would ever be allowed to use...

When Ichigo had found his release, he stopped moving, staying still so that he could take in everything that Ichigo would give him. And when Ichigo was done, he pulled him out of his mouth with that ever famous 'pop' before he swallowed it all down, not once spilling a drop as if it were precious and holy water.

But as soon as he swallowed, he titled his head up to look at Ichigo with those emerald green eyes of his. "You...called me Shiroi...no one has ever done that..."

Ichigo looked at him as he panted and fought to regain his breathing. "Because Shiroi suits you far better then 'Crow'....." Ichigo answered between breathless pants and gasps for air. He laid there sweat covered and floating somewhere in a state of euphoria and then closed his eyes before shrugging a moment and opening those golden brown eyes to look into Shiroi's emerald green. "At least to me."

Crow just looked at him for a long while before he looked down at the floor. He felt as if he was somehow undeserving of it- of having his real name spoken from Ichigo's lips. But at the same time, he liked it. Ichigo's lips speaking it made it somehow become sacred, like it was never meant to be spoken by mortals...like it was only meant to be spoken by the angels...

"I've...always been Crow..." he said lowly and then looked back up at Ichigo. "I've never been called Shiroi...not since elementary school...not since I was a little kid...it's...odd to hear it now..." he explained lowly, meekly as he looked at Ichigo. "But...I like when you say it...you make it sound...sacred...like only angels are meant to say it...like...I'm special..."

And it was true. Crow had never felt special until now, until Ichigo called him by his real name. But how could he explain that he only wanted Ichigo to say it here, behind closed doors?

Ichigo looked at him Mujo had told him once that Vampires were sensitive to others emotions and that Shinigami, that reapers could hear the cries of one's soul until now he hadn't fully understood those words. Not truly he had still been learning and still was everything about all of his gifts and powers. Ichigo shifted up reached up his fingers lightly tracing the side of Crow's face running gentle fingers along his cheek after Crow had looked up at him. Crow was an odd mix of dominating and submissive and certainly not someone easy for Ichi to understand at all.

"Then Shiroi will remain sacred to you." he said softly something about that this one needed. That Crow needed as he looked at him and Ichigo could give him that protect that for this one keep others from tainting that and taking away what made it feel wonderful to him. "I will only call you it here, for your ears alone to hear."

He looked at Ichigo, an almost sad expression in place. But he wasn't sad at all. In fact, Crow was rather happy. He was just unsure of himself. It wasn't Ichigo's fault either. He was just naturally that way.

"I've...never been...special...." he whispered lowly as he looked at Ichigo. "No one has ever made me special...until now..."

Ichigo sighed. "Not true...." he said lowly looking at him. "You have always been special someone to prized and treasured Shiroi no one has taken the time to notice and show you until now. That's their fault not yours." Ichigo said softly shaking his head and without thinking about it if he did he sure as heck would have hesitated leaned in and kissed the vampire before him on the lips he wanted and needed soo much more but was unwilling to take it from Shiroi to him Shiroi was someone to protect someone special as was Ingo but hell that one was not someone he was going to easily protect the fox usually ended up protecting his ass.

The kiss managed to be passionate and timid. Shy and non-abbrassive....and showed hesitation as if Ichi was worried that Shiroi would push him away deny him at any moment he was hardly the aggressive type in the bedroom and if he went lower well......Ingo still couldn't break him of that insane timid gentleness when pleasuring his lover orally....and the other Ichi tensed up unable to carry through he could not bring himself to take a partner yet.....to afraid of hurting them because of his lack of experience and boy did he lack it.

Crow's eyes widened at those words. Was always special? No...he had never felt special, not since birth. He had always been the oddball, the misfit...the one who didn't belong. Had been picked on and bullied in elementary school and hated in middle and high school. What was so special about him?

But when he went to object, he was interrupted by the surprisingly passionate kiss. At that very moment, he knew that he would fight to keep this one...fight any who dared raise a sword to this one....he would fight even if it meant his own destruction.

His body going lax, he returned the kiss. His return was much more passionate though, his timidness fading with that single kiss. He was sure now...no matter what, he would fight to stay by this one's side.

Ichigo felt like he was being swallowed up into the kiss that Crow was giving him. Ingo had figured out quickly what Ichigo and Mujo along with others hide very well. Despite his harsh attitude despite his fight or die discipline. Ichigo was fragile. Incredibly so having actually died during his change. There was a gentleness that feared that was buried beneath layers to protect it that Ichigo very rarely let out and let only a select few see. A being a man who while he could fight against all odds and protect those around him when it came to Ichigo himself he needed to be protected to be embraced and surrounded.

Ichigo seemed to physically melt into the kiss returning it as it was given but it was clear that as Crow kissed him that Ichigo could never dominate over him. That he might as well be this 'pure angel' who needed protecting spun of fine glass. He hummed into the kiss his hand coming to rest against Crow's chest feeling the strong muscles beneath his fingers, as the other arm wrapped lightly about his shoulders.