Anime/Manga: Bleach
Genre: Angst/Romance/Hurt/Comfort and YAOI
N° Chapter: 1
Title of the chapter: Crimson comfort
Published: 6-29-2008
Words: 3989
'I wanna be a Shinigami' : thoughts
I wanna be an Shinigami : flashback
/!\ NDA: I don't own anything by writing this. It is a purely fan-creation and I do not own Bleach. This fic is a yaoi fanfic so homophobes please get out. This 1st chapter contains a rape or so and the language is an absolutely hardcore one, so you're warned.
Now, those who stayed, enjoy ;)
CRIMSON COMFORT
-Ichigo-kun…
The orange-haired boy stiffened, tightening his grip on the sheets almost frantically. Behind him, Aizen chuckled. His toy was so enjoyable; he loved to play with Ichigo-kun... The hot breath of the Hueco Mundo's master made the teen shiver. He squeezed his eyes shut and prayed someone, something to come…no matter what or who it was, but someone or something had to come and save him. But he knew he couldn't escape from Hueco Mundo, neither from Aizen's sickening perverted hands. And again, his mind went blank. He couldn't tell either he was unconscious or conscious-but-not-really-there. He felt somehow protected, in this world, in the world he had himself made, Aizen's words couldn't reach him.
Aizen burst in maniacal laugh. The teen always did it. There it was….These blank eyes, as if he wasn't there anymore. And still he was there, somewhere in that body that laid in his lap. But he knew he could always get what he wanted whenever the boy was in that state. He was just a doll. A doll who obeyed him, no matter what. That side of his personality, Aizen knew it, made Ichigo cry afterwards.
-Good boy. Now that you're ready to listen to your master… Spread your legs wider.
-Hai master, replied the lifeless teen
-Good…You're so tight.Yeah…Tell me how you feel. It feels good, doesn't it?
-Hai master. I love the way you screw me. I love that big cock of yours. It fits so perfectly in my ass. I love the way you thrust into me. It makes me feel so good, said monotonously the ''puppet'', as Aizen loved to call Ichigo.
-You're such a slut, Ichigo-kun. You like to please me, don't you?
-Hai master. I'd do anything for your sake. What do you want me to do? I can make you a fellatio, I can spread my legs wider, I can put myself your cock deeper inside my ass of slut, I can say more and more obscenities, I can lay on the back and let you make me SM things if you want…Anything you want I'll do it.
Aizen grinned. He loved when the boy was like that… He pulled out his cock and put it in Ichigo's mouth. With an evil grin, he ordered
-Suck, slut.
The teen complied obediently, sucking, licking the hard cock of his master. Gently, harder, deeper… Aizen chuckled and playfully pulled it out. The boy didn't say anything.
-Lay on your back.
Once again, the teen complied.
-Please yourself. Make some sexy noises as you screw yourself with your fingers and strike yourself. Say some obscenities. Allure me.
-Hai master.
-And then, if you're good enough, I'll satisfy you with the "SM things" you told me about. You'll feel good. Very good. So be competent enough to have your little reward, slut
-Hai master. I'll do my best. Please reward me afterwards.
-Hai hai, my little toy. I'll screw you until you cannot walk in that room. You'll cry and you'll moan begging me to do more and more, you'll look at me with lustful eyes and you'll come while yelling my name…And I'll make you come again and again…You'll love it.
-I'm looking forward to it master. I love when you screw me. So I hope I'll satisfy you enough with my show.
-I hope so. Do it. …. My little slut…. He grinned mischievously
Ichigo spread his legs wider, exhibiting shamelessly his intimacy. He wrapped one hand around his cock and stroke himself. He wasn't showing any emotion. Neither was he blushing. He just did it as his master had ordered. Aizen watched lustfully the young boy. He loved him…well maybe he didn't love him like sweet lovers…irk… he felt sick at the thought. But he really loved him in his own way…as a sadist. And he could easily tell that his love for the boy wasn't going to vanish soon. The teen had a nice, very nice body. He had a mighty power as a Vizard. He had a strong sense of friendship, loyalty, pride….
Though his pride's slowly faltering at each assault…. His eyes glinted; he shivered as he felt waves of pleasure running down through his whole body. He stared with fascination at his little toy.
Ichigo was panting, though he wasn't really feeling pleasure. He wasn't his true-self. So he allowed his body to feel pleasure. But deep inside his mind, he was crying. Because he wanted to oppose Aizen and he hadn't made a single move to stop the master of Hueco Mundo. His soul was crying tears and tears of blood….But Aizen couldn't see it, because what he could see was only his body. No more no less. And the former captain enjoyed it. He knew Ichigo wasn't willingly to do it. He knew he would cry afterwards, once his mind would have regained his body. Aizen watched the scene in awe. He loved the way the teen stroke himself. Ichigo was so beautiful… He stepped forward and put a hand on Ichigo's hips. He licked his ears, making the teen moan. It aroused Aizen. He wanted hear more. With the other hand, he pinned the teen's hands on the bed. Ichigo was totally powerless. He let Aizen do what he wanted.
-I can't wait any longer. I know you want it too, don't you?
-Hai master.
-So tell me what you want
-I want you to put a blindfold on my eyes, to pin me in the toughest way on the bed and to screw me with your big cock as always.
-Such dirty words, Ichigo-kun. Please tell me more.
-I want you to screw me hard.
-How hard?
-The hardest way. Because I love it when I feel your huge cock deep inside me.
-Oh so you want me to screw you deeper too?
-Hai master. Please screw me the deepest, hardest way. I love it when you're sadistic.
-So masochistic my little slag…Well I suppose I'll comply to your will
-Arigato master. Please make me cum.
-Oh no little slut. Not now. I'll toy with you a little longer. You love it, I know that.
-Hai master.
-So now…let's have fun…
After putting a blindfold on his slave's eyes, Aizen grinned and took a vibrator. The biggest vibrator he had. Indeed he had set several sex toys on the ground. The vibrator was 8inch long. Ichigo shivered but didn't attempt to escape. Aizen pushed slowly the vibrator in the young boy's ass. Ichigo felt the pain but didn't cry. A little whimper escaped his lips. Aizen shove hungrily his tong inside his mouth while turning the vibrator on. Ichigo moaned at the sudden pleasure. Aizen had made sure that the vibrator touched the prostate. Ichigo wanted more. He moaned and wanted Aizen to push the vibrator deeper inside his ass but Aizen chuckled and took out another sex toy.
Ichigo knew he couldn't cum with the vibrator. Though it made him shudder in pleasure, the vibrator didn't hit his prostate hard enough. The master of Hueco Mundo had picked out a dildo. He took the vibrator out and pushed deep inside the teen the dildo 8 inch long. Ichigo whimpered at the sudden pain. The dildo was way too large and he felt like being ripped from the inside. But he didn't complain and stayed there, shamelessly showing his intimacy, legs wide open before Aizen's eyes.
-Does it feel good Ichigo-kun?
-Hai Aizen-sama. It feels so good… But I wanna…
Ichigo hesitated for a second and Aizen wasn't sure if it was by fear or by shame.
-What is it Ichigo-kun? What do you want?
He licked the young boy's ear. The orange-haired boy moaned, feeling the hot breath of the former captain on his neck.
-It feels good but… I prefer when it is Aizen-sama's prick.
Aizen laughed slightly and whispered
-If you want so badly to feel me in you then I shall grant your wish, my little whore.
He took out the dildo, making Ichigo shiver at the sudden loss and pushed himself deep in the young boy's ass. His cock throbbed, it was nearly painful.
'My beloved Ichigo-kun is so wet, hot and tight….As good as always'
Ichigo did feel the pain but moaned each time Aizen hit his soft spot. Aizen chuckled and grabbed his hands, and tied him with handcuffs to the bed. Ichigo didn't seem to mind and moved his hips to welcome every thrust of Aizen. Without saying anything,Aizen, still screwing him, took a ring cock and put it on his cock.
Ichigo whimpered.
-Is there any problem my little whore?
-Master….please….don't put a ring cock.
-Why are you so displeased? We have all the night to enjoy our little fuck. I won't let you cum until the morning….Ichigo-kun.
-Ulquiorra-san? Where are you going?
-Not your business, replied calmly the 4th Espada.
Orihime Inoue clenched her fists. Not only had she sensed Ichigo-kun's reiatsu disappear as fast as it had appeared a month ago, but Ulquiorra Schiffer seemed to spend less and less time with her too. She thought he'd fell for her cute face and help her to go back to her friends. But she felt it was going wrong. 'Lure him till he falls for your tricks', she thought. 'Don't give up. A man cannot be possibly so insensible to a girl's tricks…'
She glanced at the small figure, yet strong enough to make you shiver whenever he looks you straight in the eyes with this emotionless glare of his… She couldn't see his face. His back seemed as if a statue's. She smiled weakly and let out a feigned small, scared voice.
-But… I'm afraid when I'm alone. I'm too lonely when I can't speak with you, Ulquiorra-san. There's no sound, nobody is here to comfort me. I miss my friends, and you are the only one Aizen-…sama allows to come here. Whenever you leave this room, I'm frightened. What if another Espada came here and...?
-There won't be anyone. Try to calm down, please.
And he left as silently as always. Left alone, Inoue glared at the door, gritting her teeth in rage. How could he be so…cold?
Ichigo was still laying on the ground, legs wide open. He hadn't moved since the Master had left his room. Semen mixed with blood stained his body. Marks of nails left by Aizen had made his white flesh redden. He wasn't ashamed. Not any longer. He just felt pitiful. He couldn't lay one finger on Aizen. The enemy was too strong for him. Too powerful. Too clever. Too … perfect to be defeated. He hadn't yet give up but his will was slowly decreasing each time he saw Aizen. His inner world was already broken. During the first days he'd see Zangetsu after each visit of Aizen. But since he'd temporarily leave his body whenever Aizen was too persistent, all that reminded him of the Shinigami world seemed to have faltered away.
The door opened. He didn't move. He knew who his visitor was. He remembered his reiatsu so well… Yeah, Ulquiorra Schiffer, 4th Espada was a mightily opponent. But who could have expected him among all to help and comfort the orange-haired teen since he always saw the boy as a trash?
Indeed, Ulquiorra Schiffer wouldn't say to anyone Kurosaki Ichigo is strong and powerful; but even he can't be cold towards people who are as pitiful as Ichigo currently is.
-Ulquiorra, go and see how Ichigo-kun is doing
- Hai.
The moment he entered the room, the scent of sex and blood assaulted his senses. He felt a little dizzy but his face remained as calm and cold as usual. He nearly held back a gasp at the sight of the teen who lied on the bed, legs wide open, eyes blank and empty of any will.
'Is he in trance?'
-Kurosaki Ichigo
The boy didn't reply. He was still staring aimlessly into space. Ulquiorra looked at the pitiful sight. The boy seemed so…broken. For the first time, Ulquiorra Schiffer, 4th Espada, felt a sudden urge to comfort the teen…the broken doll.
Without any words he had left the room, slapping himself mentally for having such thoughts. But since Aizen always asked him to check on the teen he had slowly -almost unconsciously- established a mutual yet unsaid pact, made of help and trust. Whenever he'd come and check on Ichigo, the teen'd slowly wake up from his trance and let him heal his wounds for hours. And Ulquiorra'd then sit on the bed next to the young boy and listen to him for hours …. until Ulquiorra'd be requested by Aizen.
-Kurosaki-san. …yeah I started to add the –san right after his name because I couldn't help but feel more … friendly around him.
Ichigo slowly raised his head up, and looked at the newcomer with sorrowful eyes. He fluttered his eyelashes at Ulquiorra, feeling a little dizzy, the taste of semen still remaining while he licked hesitantly his dry lips. His sight was a little blurry. He wanted to move and lay on the bed but his back ached and his legs were still shaking.
But Ulquiorra had noticed. He stepped forward and carried the teen in a gentle manner. Anyway, the teen was so light since he got caught by Aizen…it was too much of a game for Ulquiorra to carry Ichigo. He laid him on the bed and -almost- fondly stroke his hair. The young boy flinched a little bit, not fully accustomed to the other boy's touch yet, but relaxed quickly at the light, gentle touch. It soothed him so much…he didn't notice he had closed his eyes. His breath became more peaceful. Ulquiorra nearly thought he was sleeping but Ichigo's quiet voice broke the silence.
-I wonder how father is doing. He's too stupid for his own sake 'ya know? And Karin and Yuzu…hope they aren't crying. How long have I been here? …. Dunno. Hell, it'd be freakin' ugly if dad had stick my picture on the wall like he did for mum….Hope he didn't. It'd be humiliating. Anyway why do I care? Aizen ain't gonna release me. Who'd want to let go off a little slu…
Ulquiorra silenced him by putting his finger on his mouth. Ichigo looked up and stared at Ulquiorra's eyes filled with concern.
'Ulquiorra-san's eyes are too beautiful…yet those lines under his eyes make people think he's always crying over his sad memories and broken soul'
-Didn't I tell you not to talk about Aizen-sama?
-..Gomen
The first time Ichigo had talked to Ulquiorra, the 4th Espada had made him promise that they would talk about everything but Aizen because he knew it'd only hurt the teen, stabbing him right in his bloody scars… And yet Ichigo's talk could only end on Aizen… Why was Aizen torturing the teen so much? Why wouldn't he let go off of a boy who hadn't decided to be the main character of that huge farce? Why was he so persistent? A teen like Ichigo, despite all his will and strength couldn't bear it all… Not what was doing Aizen… Not all theses continuous, repeated rapes…
Ichigo remained silent. Ulquiorra didn't know how to make him talk again. Ichigo had to talk, otherwise he'd remain silent all along and would hide his scars without anyone knowing about it. But Ulquiorra knew…and he knew that Ichigo'd better talk. It was for his sake.
But Ichigo didn't say anything else. So Ulquiorra let him rest in his lap while stroking gently his hair. Ichigo quickly fell asleep. Ulquiorra didn't move and went on stroking his hair with pale, slender, light fingers.
Doko ni yukebaii anata to hanarete
Ima wa sugisatta toki ni toi kakete
Nagasugita yuru ni tobi dachi wo yume mita
Ikoku no sora mitsumete kodoko wo dakishimete
'Kurosaki-san…'
Nagareru namida wo toki no kaze ni kasanete
Owaranai anata no toiki wo kanjite
Dry your tears with love
Dry your tears with love
'Don't let sadness overwhelm you…such a cheerful teen…backwards…'
Loneliness, your silent whisper
Fills a river of tears through the night
Memory, you never let me cry
And you, you never say goodbye
'My chest hurts every time I see you broken, laying on the ground, like a pitiful being, semen sliding on your chin…'
Sometimes our tears blinded the love
We lost our dreams along the way
But I never thought you'd trade your soul to the fates
Never thought you'd leave me alone
'Whenever you need help I'll be there to comfort you…to help you bear your fate…to carry half of your pain'
Time through the rain has set me free
Sands of time will keep your memory
Love everlasting fades away
Alive within your beatless heart
'…Don't ever forget it. Don't ever forget me…'
Dry your tears with love
Dry your tears with love
Nagareru namida wo toki no kaze ni kasanete
Owaranai kanashimi wo aoi-bara ni kaete
Dry your tears with love
Dry your tears with love
Dry your tears with love
If you could have told me everything
You would have found what love is
If you could have told me what was on your mind
I would have shown you the way
Someday I'm gonna be older than you
'Because I won't ever forget you. Not even in 5 years…neither in 20 years…neither in an eternity'
I've never thought beyond that time
I've never imagined the pictures of that life
For now I will try to live for you and for me
I will try to live with love, with dreams
And forever with Tears
'But we both know trust we put in each other is gonna be painful…because you can't forget so easily Aizen. And Aizen isn't gonna let go off his 4th Espada so easily. So let's get through all of it together…'
-Ulquiorra-san?
-…
- What was that song?
-You're finally awake? Replied coldly the Espada
- What was that song? Repeated Ichigo
-So stubborn…
-Answer me… pouted Ichigo
Ulquiorra glared at him but Ichigo was looking at him so gently he couldn't help but snorted
-…Tears by X Japan.
-Nice song.
-Hn.
He nuzzled up against the 4th Espada who blinked a few times before he curled his arm around the other boy's waist in a protective almost motherly embrace.
Ulquiorra sighed. He had nearly spent 5 hours with Ichigo. Again… But time was flying so fast, he hadn't realized how long he had stayed with the teen until Aizen had summoned him.
He gazed at the blue sky above him. The sun shined but he didn't feel hot at all. So why did he feel hot when he was with Ichigo? Himself didn't know.
-Ulquiorra? You okay?
-What Yami? Are you trying to question me? replied coldly the 4th Espada
-No…N…Not at all Ulquiorra. Then if you'll excuse me I have to go, whispered Yami
Once far away from the 4th Espada, Yami sighed. He had been near to be sliced in pieces by Ulquiorra. He shivered at the thought. He remembered so well the time he had told Ulquiorra he didn't look fine. Ulquiorra had pinned him on the wall and ripped off his arm. It had hurt like hell.
He felt lonely whenever he wasn't with Ichigo. Even Aizen seemed boring. But he assumed that he, Ulquiorra Schiffer, didn't understand his own feelings because he didn't want to think that he even liked the teen. He couldn't sleep without dreaming about the teen and it made him furious. He couldn't even sleep !! That's how he ended up having rings under his eyes, which made everyone at Hueco Mundo wonder what could make the 4th Espada, always so calm and apathetic, so restless.
Ichigo was sleeping on the bed where semen was still mixed with dry blood. He was having nightmares. But only the pale and false blue moon could see him. That night, Aizen didn't come to toy with him. When he awoke, panting, eyes wide open, frightened, he realized he was in his room and that Aizen wasn't here. This simple thought reassured him. Since Aizen wasn't here, he was safe.
A knock made him jump. It couldn't be Aizen, could it?
He started to tremble at the thought it could be the master of Hueco Mundo. The door opened and Ichigo felt relieved. Then again, since he was held captive by Aizen he had been more than once surprised. First, Ulquiorra was kind with him and then Grimmjaw too.
His two former more hated enemies (right after Aizen and Ichimaru) had been the ones who gave him the strength to survive. The blue-haired Espada shut the door behind him and reached out a hand to pull Ichigo closer. The former substitute Shinigami gasped but relaxed in the older's arms. It felt somehow…right. Grimmjaw didn't smirk as he usually did. Whenever he was with Ichigo he ended up smiling sadly but truly. He had been himself slightly astounded by that other face of his but it didn't bother him in the least since Ichigo found it quite comforting.
They didn't talk, enjoying each other's presence. Grimmjaw's personality was far away from Ulquiorra's but somehow both were able to be gentle, though they always behaved like cold or malicious people. Ichigo doze off, his head lying on the 6th Espada's shoulder who didn't seem bothered. The blue-haired Espada gently ruffled the spiky orange hair and didn't notice the little shadow behind the half-opened door.
Ulquiorra gritted his teeth almost furiously. He bit his own thumb, making it bleeding. The white wall at his right hadn't done anything, yet it was completely blown up in the twinkling of an eye. The 4th Espada clenched his fists. Since when had Grimmjaw come and see Ichigo?
Pfiu….Finished! It took me a rather long time. Hope you liked it. Leave reviews please! XD
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