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Happy Halloween!
Ichigo collapsed against the ground. Pain singed up his nerves and through his spine, momentarily freezing his limbs. Air rushed from his lungs, provoking another fit of coughing and blood to spill past his lips. Despite all energy fleeing from his body, he refused to let go of his sword or take his sites off his enemy.
His body grew numb, his senses dulling. The familiar tug of consciousness was upon him. He forced his eyes wide, wider, refusing to pass out - or die.
His enemy crept closer. They pointed the tip of their blade at him, a threat and a promise.
Ichigo felt a tingle in his sword arm. It was power - dark and untameable power. He was immediately reminded of his Hollow mask. The feeling as he summoned it, the pulse of power at his fingertips, the clawing of the monster inside his head, just before the mask hardened and Ichigo was in ultimate control.
But this time, the flow of power didn't stop as he willed it. Brown eyes widened as his hand began to turn white. No, not now!
Pain shot up his arm, making Ichigo jolt. His limbs were no longer heavy with death but lively with fear. He grasped at his right arm, feeling pure horror as his nails turned black and sharpened into a point. Pain no longer came from his wounds but instead the transformation in his right arm.
His enemy chuckled, the laughter only serving to mock Ichigo, to thicken his anger.
Pain cracked through Ichigo's skull, temporarily blinding him. His left arm immediately shot to his head. Then, as the pain travelled down his spine and to his stomach, his hand followed. He forced Zangetsu into the ground, using it as a cane to help him back to his feet. Ichigo shot a glare at his opponent, some unnamed, powerful Arrancar. Ichigo's Spiritual pressure swirled around him, providing a protective barrier of stirred up sand.
Ichigo relaxed slightly now that he wasn't in his enemy's view. He felt another tingle in his gut. Ichigo gulped, tugging open his already torn Shihakusho. White had infected the usual tan skin up to about his chest, but it was steadily spreading.
His enemy's Spiritual Pressure lashed out against Ichigo's barrier, bringing the raging force to a sudden halt. The Arrancar pushed in. Ichigo was forced to his feet by his enemy, blocking their next attack. His left arm shook from his opponent's force, but his right arm was steady.
With the right amount of speed and manoeuvring, the enemy managed to appear behind Ichigo. The Substitute Shinigami dodged, but just barely, his Shihakusho splitting in half down the back. Ichigo shrugged it off before turning to face his opponent, sword at the ready.
Then the worst pain yet cracked through his spine and Ichigo dropped to the ground. He threw his sword at his opponent, a last-ditch attempt to distract the other before Ichigo fell to the ground in utter agony. Ichigo's sword hit his opponent's hilt, cutting flesh and knocking his opponent's sword from his hand.
This bought Ichigo precious seconds. He clawed at his skin in a fit, trying to bring back colour. Not only was he unable to cut his own skin, but the white kept spreading. The pain in his back burned up his spine and back into his skull.
Then suddenly, the pain stopped. Ichigo's skin tingled with pleasure, his muscles humming with power. This was it, wasn't it? This is exactly what he needed to destroy his opponent.
Defeat, Ichigo corrected himself. I want to defeat my opponent.
But a grin tugged at his lips.
Destroying him would defeat him, wouldn't it? It's the same thing…
In a desperate attempt to control his own thoughts, Ichigo slammed his fists into the ground. Once. Twice. He laughed softly.
Ichigo climbed to his feet, a chuckle still in his throat. He narrowed his eyes on his enemy, who had just managed to collect his sword and seemed to have grabbed Ichigo's as well.
Ichigo stuck out his hand. Zangetsu obeyed and tore itself from an unworthy host, landing back in the right hand of its master.
"Wh-What happened to your skin!?" his opponent questioned.
Ichigo spared a glance at his chest. Nothing but pure white fell on brown eyes. Ichigo grinned and pushed himself off the ground, appearing in front of his opponent at a fast enough speed to knock the other onto his back.
Ichigo kicked away his opponent's sword. How disgusting, Ichigo thought. The fight's not over and he's still breathing, so how dare he drop his sword!?
His opponent trembled under the vicious gaze of Ichigo's eyes. He screamed in terror as gold took over brown, and black devoured white.
Ichigo chuckled as the tingling sensation returned. He felt stronger by the second. He raised his sword above his head as a mask slowly crawled across his face. Ichigo could feel his hair lengthen and eventually tickle his lower back.
Red and black reiatsu gathered on his sword. He growled as he released a Getsuga, the attack tearing up the ground in its path.
As dust and debris faded, so too did his opponent's presence. Gold eyes moved behind his mask - now complete with two sharp horns - as he scanned his surroundings for more threats.
Now that this bastard has tasted the wrath of Ichigo Kurosaki, next on the Substitute's list were the blue-haired Espada and the Espada's backstabbing leader. Grimmjow was someone Ichigo wished to savour, and Aizen? That was a man Ichigo wanted to completely obliterate for making Ichigo look weak in front of the entire Soul Society.
"Slow down, King~" came the whisper on his mind.
Ichigo's eyes widened as sanity returned to his senses. He swayed as panic gripped him, a hand shooting for his mask.
Shiro, unwilling to lose the cooperation of his King so soon, pulled on Ichigo's consciousness. He felt his King materialize within his Inner World, landing promptly on Shiro's lap. With a grin, Shiro began to comb Ichigo's hair with his fingers. "My King…"
"H-Hollow? I… what?" Ichigo blinked, brown eyes locking with gold. Ichigo noticed the lazy grin on Shiro's face and the amusement flicker in the other's eyes. He shivered.
But that hand in his hair… Ichigo's weak spot. The Substitute Shinigami released a deep sigh, his body steadily relaxing. Shiro grinned - sensing their shared body remain under his influence. He really hoped no one found Ichigo like this, lest they be torn to shreds… on the other hand, that could be really entertaining.
"We'll defeat all your enemies," Shiro promised, lips near Ichigo's ear. "And that bastard, Aizen, won't know what's comin'."
Ichigo hummed in response, shifting his body into a more comfortable position.
"That's it, give into me," Shiro whispered. "With my power, you can beat anyone. You'll be unstoppable. No one will hurt you or anyone you care about ever again." Shiro smiled. "Embrace me, King. I can protect you too."
Brown eyes blinked a few times, clearing his blurry vision. "Protect… me? But what if I don't deserve protecting?"
"Don't be silly, King," Shiro scoffed. "A'course you deserve protecting. Yer my King. You earned that title, just like you earned the power to protect others, an' ya earned the Soul Society's trust. Ya deserve everythin' I have to offer, and that includes my protection."
Ichigo shivered as Shiro dragged his nails along his scalp - it was secretly one of his greatest turn ons, a deep scalp massage.
"So stay here for a while, my King. Stay close to me and let me comfort you. Stay with me. Stay."
"Where even are we?" Ichigo questioned. The room was familiar - reminding Ichigo of his own room but with no windows or doors. They lay on a copy of Ichigo's bed, but blankets and pillows had been stuffed in every corner and on all sides, making a sort of nest.
"Within your Inner World," Shiro answered, continuing the massage on Ichigo's head. "You needn't worry. It's a room I found hidden in one of your skyscrapers. I made it into my home."
Ichigo's problems seemed to fade the more Shiro whispered to him. The personal attention was new, unfamiliar, and yet very welcomed.
"My sweet King," Shiro continued. "Give into my touch. Give into my voice. Let your thoughts race, then slowly return back to me. Let your thoughts drift, wander… but always return to me." He played with his King's bangs, the hairs tickling his forehead. Ichigo sighed and let his eyes close. Shiro grinned. Finally, Ichigo was giving in.
"Now, Ichigo, return your attention to my voice," Shiro spoke a little louder than before. "Then feel my hands as they move down your neck. Feel my presence begin to comfort you. I am here for you, Ichigo. Allow your horse carry you for a while, my King."
Ichigo groaned as those hands moved further down his body. Shiro's nails bit at his skin, and his voice combined to make an intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure.
The twisted grin that entered his vision only served to arouse Ichigo more. Soon, hot lips smothered his own, forcing him to submit.
Ichigo opened his lips and let Shiro's tongue in. He slid a hand around that back of Shiro's head in order to get a handful of his Hollow's long white hair. Shiro growled softly, warning Ichigo not to grip too hard.
Shiro parted from Ichigo, if only to get a better look at his King's bright blush. Shiro chuckled and leaned over Ichigo, hands trailing sculpted muscles.
"I know you want this," Shiro purred. His hand found Ichigo's length and stroked it through his King's hakama. "Tell me King, why do you always deny yourself?"
Brown eyes rolled back and a deep moan escaped Ichigo's lips.
Shiro chuckled, "That's not an answer, King." But he wasn't truly upset, he had his King was right where he wanted him.
His fingers mapped out Ichigo's length before starting a massage.
"You're mine… Ichigo. Say it."
The snarl at Ichigo's lips made Shiro snicker. "You don't give me orders, Shirosaki."
"Yes, King," Shiro mocked. He tugged at the sash on Ichigo's hips, letting the other's hakama slide loose. Then he disposed of the nasty clothing in his way, sliding it off Ichigo's hips.
Ichigo sat up, off of Shiro's lap, so that the Hollow could move freely. Shiro kissed Ichigo's abs before sliding between Ichigo's legs. With a grin, Shiro locked his eyes on Ichigo's. The King's knuckles turned white at the first contact of Shiro's hot mouth.
Shiro hummed as he bobbed his head. It wasn't like this was the first time he had made Ichigo come undone, but Shiro was certainly surprised at how easy it was to convince Ichigo to give in this time. Then Shiro felt Ichigo's hand in his hair, heard him moan his name, and Shiro knew…
Ichigo moaned, louder and louder until he came, releasing in Shiro. He shivered as his Hollow swallowed, but those golden pools brought heat rushing back to his body.
Shiro climbed up his King and settled beside him, pulling the exhausted teen into his arms.
"Sleep… and I'll keep us safe for a while."
Ichigo nodded. Shiro placed a kiss on his cheek.
The Hollow knew that Ichigo was his.