Warnings: Potential spoiler, yaoi, sex, rape, violence and angst.
Disclaimer: Bleach belongs to Kubo Tite and the characters depicted aren't originally gay.

Notes: I apologize for my poor English, I'm not a native speaker and I didn't have anyone to proof-read it for me. If you see any mistakes, feel free to point them out. The second chapter is a lot softer and better written, although I wonder if I should make it this way or go for the angst. lol I like angst.


Darkest Desires

Chapter 1

Ishida was heading back home after buying some instant ramen at the convenience store. It was late at night, but Ishida was hungry and there wasn't anything to eat at home. He would always make himself some instant ramen or warm up frozen food, since he didn't know how to cook or had the time for it, after all he was just a teenager, and he lived all by himself to make it worse.

On his way he ended up finding someone kneeling on the street around the corner. He recognized that orange hair right away, it belonged to none other than the shinigami in the same class as his at school, Kurosaki Ichigo. Although he didn't really need to spot him to know it was him. His immense and overflowing ki would always denounce him and Ishida could tell from miles away.

Noticing Ichigo seemed to have some kind of problem, Ishida quickly approached him kneeling beside him and placing his hands on his shoulders a bit hesitant. Usually Ishida was rather anti-social and didn't really seem to show much concern about others, but he did worry. He just wasn't very good at showing it, and many times he would end up sounding arrogant. Not to mention, Ichigo was a shinigami and he was a Quincy. He was supposed to hate the shinigami, but so many things had happened that he just couldn't feel that way anymore.

"Kurosaki? What the hell are you doing?"

Ishida regretted a little his choice of words. Ichigo didn't answer, but he certainly did have some kind of problem. His body was incredibly tense and he seemed to twitch a little. Ishida tried to lift the shinigami's face up, but before he could do it, Ichigo suddenly jumped up at him grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.

Ishida found his exaggerated reaction a bit odd, but Ichigo could act a bit wildly at times. He didn't have time to assimilate it all though, because he was surprised to realize a Hollow mask was covering half of Ichigo's face and his eyes had turned black.

"Kuro... saki...?" He muttered in confusion.

Hollow!Ichigo flashed a wide and wicked grin at him, while Ishida could only stare back at him with wide open eyes.

"Yes, that would be me, Quincy. Are you surprised to see me?" He paused still smiling like he knew exactly what Ishida was thinking. "That's right, I'm a Hollow, the one who resides within Ichigo."

"What are you going to do now? Gonna kill me? I heard you hate Hollows more than the shinigami, right?" His voice sounded just like Ichigo's, except for all the sarcasm and aggressivity in his tone.

"Ohhh, that's right... you've lost all your power, haven't you? Now you're no more than a nerdy skinny boy with glasses... Hah..." He mocked the other flatly.

Ishida frowned doing his best to ignore him, he wouldn't be affected by such childish provocations.

"Kurosaki... what did you do to Kurosaki?" He insisted narrowing his eyes.

"I didn't do anything. As a matter of fact, if he isn't ignoring us, he should be watching everything right now... Heh, maybe I should do something just to piss the hell outta him... to show him what I can do and that he can't do shit to stop me. That's right... maybe I should kill you, how about it?" He playfully asked the young dark-haired boy bringing him closer with a glint of excitation in his eyes.

Ishida was terrified for a moment, in his currently powerless state, this Hollow!Ichigo could put an end to his life in a split second. He struggled to get away from the Hollow who still had the collar of his shirt under his tight grip. His shirt was suddenly pulled open revealing his bare chest when some of its buttons popped out. Feeling slightly amused, Hollow!Ichigo immediately let go, causing Ishida to clumsily stumble backwards landing on his ass. Taking advantage of the moment, the Hollow let himself fall down on top of the dark-haired boy, tearing his shirt open while pressing him hard against the pavement and completely immobilizing him.

"I don't think I'll waste my time killing such a weakling... I actually have a much better idea..."

He grinned holding Ishida's chin up forcefully in order to slide his tongue up on his collar bone and neck till his jaw, licking him playfully. Ishida, feeling threatened and confused, shuddered and shut his eyes tightly, squirming and still trying to free himself. The Hollow was stronger than him though and was using his own weight to push him down.

"You're almost like a girl... acting like this... With this pale and smooth skin of yours, and such a skinny and frail body... I could take you all." He whispered next to Ishida's ear between his teeth, and Ishida was frightened to realize Hollow!Ichigo's real intentions.

"Stop it! What the hell are you thinking! Take your fucking hands off of me!"

The Hollow chuckled at Ishida, amused by his resistance and by the way his cheeks blushed when he touched him. He slowly caressed Ishida's chest going down all the way to his belly until he reached Ishida's pants and unbuttoned them. The skinnier boy panicked, this couldn't be happening, he couldn't believe another guy was about to sexually molest him.

"I bet this must be hurting your so called Quincy pride real good..." He kept on teasing him with a smile on his lips and wrapped his hand around the now unprotected member coming out of Ishida's pants, who seemed to choke on his own air when he felt his touch. The Hollow stroked it until Ishida, unable to hold himself back, let out a muffled moan, condemning himself right away for losing control and having his member harden when he was in such a situation. Feeling more and more embarrassed, Ishida tried to curl down somehow, doing his best to hide his face, but Ichigo!Hollow held him down firmly, forcing him to look at him, feeling excited by the Quincy boy's refrained reactions.

Too aroused and at the same time annoyed by the glasses who kept going on his way, the Hollow snatched them away from Ishida, and before he could protest or fight for it, he clenched his fist tightly, crushing them and tossing them away afterwards. Now he could see Ishida better, and he buried his face on him, feeling him and licking him and biting him senseless, while Ishida could barely hold himself back, his sanity nearly fading away as the Hollow proceeded leaving red marks on his skin and bruises from the bites, caressing, groping and stroking him - and bringing him closer.

Hollow!Ichigo had managed to take off his pants and had easily moved between Ishida's long and white legs, forcing him to spread them open. Ishida felt weak and dizzy with heat and desire. But he snapped back when he felt Ichigo's stiffened member against his leg. Alarmed, he wondered what he was doing. He had to get a hold of himself, this was another guy, and he was Ichigo too! What was wrong with him acting this way? How disgraceful. Disgusting. He couldn't allow this to go on... Ishida struggled wildly yelling at him for him to stop and punched Ichigo in the mask, but he didn't seem to feel anything. He just grew more and more impatient and annoyed with his own desire and lust. If the Quincy was resisting, he wouldn't be able to go on, he couldn't make himself fit into him as he squirmed and tried to kick. Without giving it any thought, he growled and quickly reached out for Ishida's head, grabbing his face, his long fingers nearly covering it all, and banged his head hard to the ground several times. The hits hurt Ishida's head badly, and as a result he went momentarily dizzy, while all his body and limbs went limp.

Enjoying the opportunity and without hesitation, Hollow!Ichigo raised his boney ankle up and thrusted himself into the Quincy at once, sliding his member in with little difficulty. Ishida felt like he was being torn inside and arched his back at the sharp and excruciating pain that followed it, letting out of his throat something like a grunt for being unable to scream. Strange sensations swept through his mind as he became unable to move, grabbing and pulling onto the cloth of Ichigo's shirt. The Hollow growing horny and aroused with the warm and tight feeling of Ishida's inners enveloping his cock, slammed his hips onto him roughly, harder and faster, breathing heavily on his neck and scratching his back against the pavement.

The lack of gentleness hurt Ishida a lot more than it seemed, but at the same time he felt some weird kind of pleasure, which he tried his best to suppress, although his body was just too tired to obey him and his legs would automatically latch onto Ichigo's hot and pulsing body. It hurt so much and it felt good at the same time. Ichigo's movements reached the apex, and his body seemed to twitch as he slowed down and groaned softly. Ishida felt a warm liquid filling him until Ichigo let his body fall on top of his and became quieter. Ishida didn't dare to move, still a bit dizzy for hitting his head, but also feeling Ichigo's closeness and warmth as they both slowly caught back their breaths.

Suddenly Ichigo's body grew stiff and tense, and he rose his body a bit too quickly, causing some pain in Ishida, since he was still inside him. Ichigo immediately reached for the Hollow mask covering half of his face and yanked it out, reverting back to his old self. The orange-hair boy stared at Ishida for the longest time. He was completely startled with his jaw hung open. He didn't know what to say. He knew what had happened, he knew what his body had felt, and a naked Ishida was right there below him with his legs around his waist. Not to mention all the love and bite marks all over his pale skin, which were caused by him as well. Thousands of conflicting thoughts crowded his mind and everything he could do was stand up and just run away, as fast as possible. He couldn't look at this anymore, he had never felt so disturbed in his entire life.

(to be continued...)