Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Bleach.

Warnings: This story contains male x male relations. Don't like don't read. This chapter contains some nonconsensual content, torture, and general abuse.

All Wrong, and Yet All Right

Chapter One

Broken and Repaired

'Bright,' was the first waking thought that the man had that morning and a brief moment of panic crossed his mind as to what time it must be for the sun to illuminate his form like it was. He got over his panic swiftly when his mind reminded him that it was Sunday and acceptable the he was still laying in bed. Without opening his eyes he rolled over intent on spending some more time sleeping. His plan was quickly fouled as he met not only something in his bed but something breathing and therefore living as well.

Cracking open one eye gave him a blurry picture of his room but it was enough for him to see the bright patch of orange beside him. Ishida groaned as the vivid reminder of last night flowed into his mind. As warm as he was he could not lie here in bed any longer. He sat up slowly, threw his legs over the edge of the bed, and gently put his weight on his feet. The pain was always the worse in the morning when he had just woken up and hadn't had a chance to block it out. Surprisingly this morning the pain was far less then it had ever been and he sighed softly as a result.

As quietly as he could, Ishida removed his clothing for the day from his closet and dresser, thankful that Ichigo was such a heavy sleeper. Carrying his bundle he crept from his room to the bathroom. Once there, the young man flicked on the light switch and carefully laid his clothing out on the sink. Satisfied that they wouldn't wrinkle too badly he climbed into his shower and turned on the water.

Warm water cascaded down over pale skin that was scattered with dark bruises, cuts, and scrapes. A second soft sigh escaped from the form beneath the spray. He closed his eyes and tipped back his head to enjoy the warm water for as long as he could. Ishida was hoping that he would be able to avoid a 'morning after' with Ichigo. This was after all the first time that the man had been lying in his bed when the morning had come around. As he soaked in the warm water his mind drifted to a place he never liked it to go but where it always went.

Six months earlier

The small click of the pencil hitting the desk announced that Ishida had completed his homework for the night. He rose and leaned backwards to pop his back that was overly stiff from sitting in that hunched position for so long. Carefully he slid his glasses off his face so he could rub the bridge of his nose.

"What is wrong Quincy? Tired?" he heard a sinister voice sound from his open window. Ishida spun and sure enough found none other then Ichigo leaning against the wall; yet he was certain that it was not his friend but his hollow side that was so casually positioned and taunting him. He knew exactly what that creature was capable of. His wrist began the motion for the ever familiar flick that would bring his cross into contact with his palm. Before it could complete the contact its chain shattered as the other man's fingers curled around it and jerked. Ishida let out a cry. He had never seen Ichigo move that fast before. Perhaps it was the fact that Ichigo was not in control of his body at the moment that allowed him to do so.

Whatever it was Ishida didn't care. When the man tucked his cross into a pocket with a cocky comment of "I'll just hold onto this for you Quincy," Ishida saw red. He was swinging before he even had a moment to think about it. The hollow cackled and ducked out of the way. Ishida may have no longer held his cross but he was far from unarmed. He had an entire arsenal of weapons he could use at will.

Before he had a chance to use any of them, he was slammed into a wall and pinned there by the other's more bulky weight. Ishida swung again and managed to connect before his wrists were snatched and pinned to the wall on either side of his head. Deep blue eyes glared with rage and hate into the hollow's own as Ishida found himself powerless to do much else then struggle against the larger body.

"I just knew you would be a feisty one," the hollow cackled out with glee. He ducked his head and nosed the man's neck before roughly sinking his teeth into it and piercing the skin. Ishida did not cry out. He did however begin to thrash against the man with a renewed vigor much to the delight of the hollow. Ishida was not stupid. He could easily feel exactly what Ichigo's body was feeling at the moment. The evidence was pressed firmly into his own body. However Ishida forcefully reminded himself that this was not Ichigo this was his hollow side. It didn't matter that the only things marking his existence were his eyes, voice and actions; other then that the man could be Ichigo.

Still chuckling the hollow in Ichigo's form pulled back from the man's neck eagerly lapping up the blood he had drawn. "Get off of me!" Ishida ordered as he struggled as hard as he could against the man's hold. Making use of the superior physical strength of his body, the hollow turned and literally threw Ishida onto his bed. Ishida managed to scramble to his hands and knees and nearly off the bed before the man was there again and pressing him into the mattress with his body. The more the thrashed and bucked the harder Ichigo's body became. Ishida cursed his own stupidity for assuming he was safe in his home and therefore leaving his weaponry such as Seele Schneider simply within reach instead of on his person.

The hollow made short work of Ishida's clothing, shredding the majority of it with his teeth. His hands were needed to hold the man down but it made no difference to the hollow. He could cause enough damage with his teeth to more then make up for it. What was worse to Ishida was the almost gentle seductive swipes he made with his tongue before sinking his teeth deep into Ishida's pale skin.

Ishida never cried out in pain until the hollow thrust roughly into his body. The he screamed for all he was worth. "That's right my Quincy. Scream. No one hears you. No one cares to come," the hollow taunted directly into Ishida's ear as he pulled out and roughly slammed back in. Scream Ishida did. Every movement of the hollows hips pulled another cry from Ishida's lips and none of them were ever pleasant.

When the hollow finally finished, he pulled out of the broken man and let him fall to the bed. There Ishida lay in a puddle of his own tears and blood mixed with the hollow's seamen. Before he left the hollow leaned down and ran his tongue almost affectionately along Ishida's ear before speaking. "That was very pleasant Quincy don't you think so. I think I may have to come back for more of that." As a farewell he raked his nails down Ishida's back leaving angry red trails in their wake. Ishida was too exhausted and in too much pain to even cry out. Still laughing the hollow in Ichigo's body dropped the Quincy cross onto the pillow beside Ishida's head and disappeared into the night.

present

In his warm shower Ishida shuddered as he remembered that first time. He hadn't had the strength to move that night and had barely been able to do so in the morning. True to his promise the hollow had returned night after night. He was careful never to return two nights in a row and he seemed to wait until Ishida was nearly healed before appearing again.

Each time he showed up Ishida had fought back the best he could. Plan after plan had failed, either by the hollow's own strength or by the use of his wild card. Several times he had slipped in Ishida's window to be met by a glowing blue bow. It was those times when he would use his wild card. He would spread his arms wide, grin, and say, "Go ahead Quincy. Shoot him. What do I care?" Every time Ishida had lowered his bow. He couldn't bring himself to fire an arrow at Ichigo when the man wasn't even aware of what the hollow was doing to him. He damned his honor for causing him to do that. So the use of his body had gone on and on.

As far as Ishida had been able to determine Ichigo had been entirely unaware of what had been happening during his hollows midnight visits. Ishida was fairly certain that Ichigo was unaware that his hollow was getting loose at all. He knew that Ichigo would be incapable of hiding how he was feeling, so there was no chance that he could know.

For six months Ichigo's hollow had been using and abusing his body. Until last night. Last night Ishida had decided to retaliate in the best way he could.

the previous night

Ishida's evening had started nearly the same way it always did, with homework. This night however he closed his books and neatly put them away before he was entirely finished. Judging by the fading in his bruises it was nearly time for Ichigo's hollow to come visit him again. In the early evening Ishida methodologically removed he clothing and neatly placed them in his hamper. He stretched out on his own bed enjoying the feel of his soft comforter against his bare skin before rose and pulled it off. He folded it neatly and placed it under the bed where it would be safe from harm before he climbed back into bed. If he wanted his plan to work he had to be ready.

His glass were neatly folded and placed off to the side on a night stand. From that same night stand he removed a tube of substance that he bought earlier that week. Ishida was a bit hesitant to try anything of what he had planned next since he was so inexperienced when it came to positive sexual experiences. However if he wanted to pull his plan off he knew he had to do this. Taking a deep breath he unscrewed the tube and carefully put a line of lube on his finger. His cheeks flushed a bright red as he lowered his well coated finger to his own entrance and very gently slipped it inside.

It was odd at first, to feel something inside of him that wasn't causing pain and tearing. The slight pressure had been nothing and with the lube he knew that his fingers would slide easily enough. He had thoroughly researched what he would need to do to prepare his body to accept another. As he continued to prepare his body he let his mind drift to the plan.

It was a simple plan really and the goal he hoped to accomplish was to finally win against the hollow. Ishida knew for a fact that the creature got off on his pain. So he was going to fight back in the best way possible. He was going to take that away from the hollow. The first step was to be undressed when he arrived. The creature got some sort of sick satisfaction out of tearing off Ishida's clothing every time he chose to use the man's body. Ishida was quiet frankly tired of replacing his wardrobe so at least in that aspect this night would work to his advantage.

Step two would be to do as he always did, and make no sound as the hollow attacked the exterior of his body. In addition to that he would not put up any sort of a struggle tonight. The final step was to prepare his body so that when the creature thrust into him there would be no blood and little enough pain that Ishida could ignore it. It was one of the reasons that he had been rather satisfied with the finding of this particular lube. The substance contained a mild pain killer that would hopefully dull the pain enough that he could take it without reaction. Ishida's entire plan was to lay back and do nothing as the hollow within Ichigo used his body.

Once finished with preparing himself Ishida placed the lube in a drawer in his bed side table. It nearly killed him when he removed his cross and gently placed it beside his glasses, but he wanted to give off an air of total willingness. Sighing he rested back on the mattress to wait.

He didn't lie there for long before Ichigo's body controlled by another snuck through the window. Eyes filled with evil gazed upon the naked man sprawled out on the bed. A smirk broke across the hollow's face before he even contemplated what this change meant. As usual the hollow was quickly on him biting and scraping along his body. The more he did the less acknowledgment Ishida gave. Somehow he managed to stare at the ceiling with a look of boredom on his face, a feat which he never knew how he did. Best of all, when the hollow roughly thrust into his body he didn't make a sound. Ishida met the frustrated growl that it produced with a determined gaze.

Snarling, the creature pulled out and thrust back in harder then before producing only a soft grunt as the man's body was moved. To one who got off on the man's reactions this was infuriating. Fine. If the Quincy wanted to play it this way, the Quincy could have it this way. Leaning down, the hollow licked Ishida's ear in the way he always did before he spoke. "So you want to play do you Quincy? Well let's see what my king has to say about this."

Ishida had a moment to think how this was not a part of his plan before he saw a sudden tension fill the body above him. Then the trembling started and Ishida realized rather quickly how odd it was to have someone imbedded inside his body start to shake. He let out a little involuntary moan at the new sensations it caused, effectively braking some of the shock on the boy inside him.

"I-I-shida. Fuck. I'm so s-sorry," Ichigo stuttered out. Dark blue eyes met and held the other man's brown ones. Ishida quickly determined that Ichigo really did have no idea it had been happening and he also had no idea what to do now. It wasn't everyday that a man essentially came to with his more personal bits buried inside a rather close friend.

"Kurosaki," Ishida said levelly as he arched up his hips. My, that sensation was wonderful when he was properly stretched and it was his choice. Oddly enough he found himself half hard, something that had never occurred yet for the man. Enjoying the motion of moving his hips he repeated it again, this time using his legs as leverage to get as close as he could. "Finish what he started," Ishida ordered rocking up once more.

Ichigo spent a few moments looking thoroughly shocked before a few more of Ishida's thrusts convinced him that it was alright to continue. After that he gave into his bodies call, yet never during the remaining moments of the action was he rough. Although Ishida enjoyed every moment of it, it still remained impersonal. Ichigo moaned his pleasure into the side of Ishida's neck, the only spot where his lips would touch that night, as Ishida moaned his to the ceiling.

Once both men were spent, Ichigo pulled out of Ishida's body and began to attempt to stammer out something. Ishida silenced him with a slender finger placed on his lips. "No Kurosaki. Sleep," was all he said. He had never climaxed with someone before and Ishida would be damned if Ichigo's stammered apologies would ruin that for him.

Present

In the shower, Ishida's face was a brilliant red as he remembered the events of the previous night. It had been pleasant, that much was certain, but that did not make him want to talk to Ichigo about it any more then he already had.

Sighing he shut off the water that had begun cooling at some point during his musings. He slid open the shower curtain and pulled a fluffy blue towel off the rack. Ishida carefully patted his body dry, being sure to avoid any of his more painful spots. He wasn't sure if the events of the previous night would change anything about the hollow's visits but he certainly hoped it would.

Once he was significantly dry he pulled on his clothing for the day and arranged and smoothed them in an orderly fashion. The final touches to his outfit would have to wait until he could sneak into his room and retrieve them. He debated putting that moment off even longer but he knew the longer he waited the more likely it was that Ichigo would be awake.

Mentally preparing himself for potential occurrence of a conversation, Ishida walked out of his bathroom and crept silently to his room. The one thing the man had always had on his side was the ability to move silently when he wanted to. It was an ability that he applied to sneak into his own room, a feat he never thought he would need to accomplish, and secure the necessary items. Thankfully, if the slightly moving mass of blankets was any indication, Ichigo was still fast asleep.

A small smile spread across Ishida's face as he grabbed his cross, glasses, and wallet and swiftly snuck back out of the room. Ichigo still slumbering on was proof to Ishida that he was, by far, the better warrior. He could have an exhausting night and still be up at a reasonable time. Ichigo on the other hand probably wouldn't move until well into the afternoon.

As soon as he was outside his room he slid his cross on his wrist, placed his glasses on his nose, and slipped his wallet into a pocket. He thought about sitting at the table and fixing himself something to eat, but he decided he did not want to be in the house when Ichigo woke up. So Ishida took himself shopping.

He spent the remainder of his morning and into the early afternoon drifting from store to store and eating when necessary. All in all it was a profitable day, and he had decided such as he returned to his home in the early evening. He had made a few necessary purchases, mostly of the nature of something to do with fabric or sewing, that he had been meaning to buy for a very long while.

Much sooner then he would have liked, however, he found himself back at his own door step. There was no putting of the inevitable any longer. If Ichigo was still inside his house he would have to face him. Ishida was not going to spend all day avoiding his place of residence simply because a man might still be within it. Well he wasn't going to spend any longer then he already had.

With his free hand he unlocked his door and turned the handle. He let out a breath of relief when he found his house to be empty and devoid of Ichigo's reiatsu. Ishida shut the door behind him and dropped his bags on the table. He spent the next several minutes rummaging around his kitchen finding himself something to eat.

Only when it was cooking and he settled at the kitchen table to wait did he notice the piece of paper on the table. Slender fingers slowly lifted it so that blue eyes could read what was written there.

Ishida,

We need to talk. Meet me on the roof of the school after school tomorrow.

Kurosaki

Ishida snorted as he read Ichigo's messy scrawl. It was just like the man to leave a note that was short, sweet, and to the point. For a moment he thought about not showing up. If he choose that route it would make him seem like he was afraid to face the man and Ichigo would more then likely hunt him down until they had a chance to speak. Ishida loathed the possibility of looking like a coward, so he knew he would meet Ichigo where the man had requested him to. Tossing down the note he sighed and rose to finish his dinner.

The sun was warm on his face, and he closed his eyes and tilted his head back to enjoy as much of it as he possibly could. It wasn't very often that he had time to do anything of the sort and a roof was a perfect place to do it from. Ishida leaned against the railing that ran around the roof and waited for the man who was supposed to be meeting him here.

He didn't have all that long to wait. The familiar head of bright orange hair quickly appeared on the roof. Ichigo moved over to where Ishida was resting with his hands in his pockets and a mannerism that spoke volumes about how nervous he was about this meeting. Although he never opened his eyes, Ishida felt Ichigo's presence immediately. He let him settle beside him leaning against the railing and gazing out the other direction before the archer opened his eyes and glance to his side. Blue met pain filled brown and Ishida could do nothing else but wait for Ichigo to speak.

"How long?" Ichigo asked in a tone quieter then any he had ever used before.

"Does it matter?" Ishida responded as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back to the sun again.

"How long?" he repeated stubbornly.

"Six months and two days," he knew how stubborn Ichigo could be and he didn't feel like dealing with that now.

"Damn it Ishida! Why didn't you say anything?!" Ichigo asked with anger coloring his tone.

"Would it have mattered?"

Beside him, Ichigo acted as if all the strength had just gone out of him. "I'm so sorry Ishida. I didn't know. I swear."

"Its fine Kurosaki," the archer mumbled softly.

"No it isn't," Ichigo sighed. "I talked to Shinji. Told him my hollow side was taking control when I didn't know it. He said it happens sometimes. They are going to teach me how to fix it." The stubborn man put his hand on Ishida arm. "It will never happen again," he said with conviction coloring his voice.

If they had been living inside a fairy tale Ishida would have murmured his thanks and fallen into Ichigo's arms. Then he would have melted into the man's embrace and they would have shared the kisses that they never had two nights ago. However they did not live in a fairy tale world.

"Good," Ishida said as he tilted his head up and locked eyes with Ichigo, his gaze intense. "Because next time I will not stop myself from shooting him simply because he is in you," Ishida had no real idea why he had said that but it had spilled out of his mouth before he gave thought to it.

A crazy grin spread across Ichigo's face. "Good," his pocket let out a beeping noise and he pulled out the special device that Rukia had given him. He glanced at its blinking face before glancing at Ishida once more. "Want to go destroy some hollows with me?"

As his answer, Ishida pushed off the railing and began heading towards the exit. Immediately Ichigo followed him. As simple as that they were nothing more then a Quincy and a substitute Shinigami heading off to rid the area of hollows and it felt right. It felt very right indeed.

A/N: There you have it. The first chapter, in the first book, of my little story of torture for these two is complete. I mean story of enjoyable play… Yeah that is what I mean. The chapter may seem to jump around a lot and that would be because it does. I don't want to waste my time typing out tiny details nor do I want to waste your time reading tiny details that are not important to the plot. Thanks all for reading. Give me a nice little review if you please.