Cat and Mouse
the fear that ran through him tore at his lungs, and flooded his brain with panic. It made him run as fast and as far as possible. But still, that monster seemed to be right on his heels.
"What's the matter, ichigo? I jus' wanna play a game." he could hear that smirk. Dear god how it made him run faster, until a lack of air was what stopped him. Hide, he had to hide. Get away from it, kill it, don't let it see him.
Hide.
Dammit he had no where to hide.
"I found you." he didn't need to turn. Didn't want to. Shiro placed a gentle hand on his cheek. "Pretty king. Such soft lips." the hollow leaned closer, his breath fanning his face. "I wanna kiss them." he wasted no time in doing just that, prying his 'prett' lips apart and slipping in his tongue. He himself couldn't help but answer with a quiet moan.
He hated this. This was like the prelude to the humliation he was always trying to run from. In the start came pleasure, so undiluted and addicting that when the pain came, it came too fast to recognize.
Like that maddening game of cat and mouse. Hoping you would only be toyed with, until the cat decides to bare it's evil grin full of fangs.
Shiro's fangs came in the form of his hands, slowly slipping and touch and scratching and bruising. Shiro just loved bruising him. Whatever makes the hollow could give him, the hollow was happy with. Shiro just loved placing his mark for all the world to see. 'This is mine' say the bruises, 'touch it and you will cause it more pain than yourself' Shiro loved the thought of being his master.
And somehow he could never seem to fight it. He wondered if there was a hidden masochist inside of him, simply wanting to be dominated and beaten. Maybe...it seemed a probable reason.
He was pushed to the ground. No force had to be used, not anymore. Before he kicked and screamed. Now he just went down quietly because it always led to more pain if he didn't. And though it bruised his pride, he would take the pleasure over the pain everyday.
"Pretty king..." shiro whispered, biting along his jaw and tugging his hair. "I love you so much." this wasn't love. This was torture. He took the pleasure that came next the way he always did. He thought about other things and moaned quietly.
He wondered what Shiro wanted out of this. It couldn't be control. This farce would have ended long ago if it had been control. It was obvious that was not what mattered right now. There was something else Shiro wanted.
He just couldn't figure it out. His quiet moans turned a little louder when he felt Shiro enter him. God he hated all of this. But what was he doing to stop it? Nothing.
He hated this foolish game of cat and mouse. He wanted Shiro to stop toying with him, and just swallow him up. He wanted to stop the insanity.
But it's not like he wasn't falling apart anyway.
"King..." Shiro groaned softly in his ear, thrusting a little faster, but he was unresponsive. " I really do love you..." but that was all lies. He clearly showed the disbelief of these words on his face. Shiro said them to much for them to be true. But he noticed the little glint in the hollow's eyes, the way everything softened.
It didn't make him believe the words though.
Like an endless game of cat and mouse. He would always be caught, and toyed with. When would he be eaten? And though it bruised his pride...
He would rather be eaten then toyed with.
OWARI
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