Cotton Candy Flavored Sanity

it was like an ancient sacrificial ceremony. He gave it all up, his life, his worthless sanity, all to save them. It burned. The very thought of it all burned.

The hands on his skin burned.

All of it was killing him. Like a knife disguised as a toy. It all burned.

"Won't you gimme a kiss, ichigo?" disgusting, blood thirsty, soul swallowing hollow. Gluttonous with the need for power, and suffering, and him. God, it sickened him to the core. "Won't you whisper all the things you screamed at me last night?" it wasn't at all like the was really submitting, but he had to.

This was all for the sake of them.

His hollow hissed at the thought, reading his mind by looking into his eyes, reading every wordless insult he hurled. "Don't you think you're kidding yourself, king? If this was really for them... you wouldn't be cursing them right now. You would be thinking of them, instead of me."

"Shut up." he commanded. His voice didn't waver, because he wasn't afraid. His hollow gave him a mock pout.

"Aww, king, don't you love me?" pale hands wandered up his bare chest, deceivingly gentle. Gold-black eyes narrowed mischievously. "Don't you want me?" before he could reply, bone white lips were crushed against his. The feeling nearly made him melt. So damn good... his hollow grinned. It knew it was winning. It had always been winning.

"You go against everything I stand for." he told it. "You're a figment of my imagination. You're just proof that I've lost it. I will never submit to you." he worked hard to keep his tone as those soft lips kissed their way down his chest, that sinful tongue making him shiver in delight.

His hollow smirked at him, those unholy lips twitching to fight a grin. "Sanity means about as much as cotton candy, darling king. You might as well eat it."

"Shut up." sweet truthful lies. He was doing this for them, was degrading himself for them, was lying to himself for them, was denying himself the freedom of pleasure for them. Because he was their hero. He wasn't allowed to be free.

He wasn't allowed to want this either.

"You've come to fear this, haven't you, pretty king?" fear, exactly. Just anxious. "Well then, I'll make you feel so damn good." it leaned closer to his ear, nipping and licking the lobe, breathing hard in that way that made heat engulf his entire body. "So. Damn. Good."

He turned his face away, not letting his demon see the want in his eyes. He couldn't want it. No matter how good it felt. No matter how much he wanted to be free of their chains. In the process, he'd only be locked in his hollow's cages. Pretty gold cages that mocked him.

His lips were kissed again, his pants dragged off his body. "You're still denying it."

"I'm not denying anything." it's eyes narrowed, a sultry smirk played at it's lips. Again and again, his brain was assaulted with the pleasure of those lips and hands. His hips involuntarily thrust up, wanting more, needing everything he could get. He moaned loudly, and it was swallowed by yet another bruising kiss.

His hollow undressed as well, grinding their groins together. "I love that look in your eyes, pretty king." it told him, leaning down to kiss his half closed eyelids. He pulled pale white hips down on his, rubbing and grunting with that need. "When your eyes are like that, it means you're not lying to me."

Well. Good bye sanity, dignity, pride. Good riddance to the rest of them. They were chaining him down, and now he was kinda free. If only just a little bit.

He might as well eat his sanity like it was cotton Candy.

OWARI

happy birthday kim-chan!