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Chapter 4

Ichigo was holed up in his room currently in his spirit form. He didn't like what he saw, because now his father's words from the other week were proven true. His physical body didn't suffer from anything obvious except the morning sickness and the weird cravings that were slowly getting worse. He had eaten part of Orihime's lunch, for heaven's sake. That was not a good sign. It didn't help that it was the only thing he could keep down. He felt violated somehow.

In his spirit form however, there was quite an obvious bulge in his stomach area. He couldn't deny it any longer. He was pregnant. Well this sucked, he was a man damn it, and this just took away what little masculinity he had left after the dress incident. He shuddered in remembrance.

His first thought after he came out of his denial was to get rid of the child, immediately after he knew he couldn't. He was first and foremost a protector, and the child had done nothing except being conceived. His next thought was that he would walk through hell to destroy anyone who dared to threaten his child. This shocked him and he immediately chalked it up to 'maternal instinct', as much as he loathed the word.

Then fear set in. What exactly would his child be when it was born? Hollow, Shinigami, or something in between? Whatever the outcome, the Soul Society would not accept such a thing. Just look at the way they treated the Vizards. All he knew was that he couldn't fight for them much longer. To do so would endanger his child, and regardless of how the child came about, it was his, his flesh and blood, and Soul Society would take it from him if they found out so Ichigo had to disappear. But he didn't have the first clue on how, so that left him one course of action. Talk to his dad. He so wasn't looking forward to that, especially since his dad had been right.

Ichigo sighed as he reentered his body; on the bright side, at least his physical body hid the growing baby bump of his spirit form.

He looked at the clock groaning at the time. He'd better get some sleep, or he wasn't going to be able to function at school in the morning. He crawled into bed, making sure to lock his window. He hated when a random soul reaper would pop up, and even though a locked window did little to deter them it made him feel better at least.

III

Ichigo was slowly brought to awareness by a gentle caress on his face. It was annoying like an itch he couldn't scratch. He swiped at the area the annoyance was coming from. The caresses stopped for a moment before starting up again.

"Go 'way." Ichigo mumbled burring deeper into his covers. He heard a chuckle which brought him to full awareness. He shot up plowing into a warm body. His eye adjusted to the darkness as he realized he wasn't in his room, instead he seemed to be laid out on a makeshift pallet in the middle of a wilderness. He was also in spirit form.

"Glad to see you're awake."

Ichigo froze at the sound of the voice. The voice that haunted him in his nightmares. This was a dream right? He pinched himself, yelping at the sharp pain.

"This can't be happening," He whimpered, fear dousing him like a bucket of icy water.

"Oh but it is, little Ichigo," The arrancar said as he dragged the stunned Ichigo into his lap. Ichigo gazed upon the arrancar who had raped him, and was now pulling at his haori.

The arrancar's appearance had changed. It was still white, its eyes were still the terrifying gold on black, but everything else had changed. Two red horns protruded from just above his ears - the remains of the arrancar's mask. Long white hair fell like a waterfall to his waist, and two red strips rested under his right eye. His cloths were now a simple white yukata with red linings.

"Do you like what you see, my little queen?" The arrancar asked once the haori was off Ichigo.

Ichigo didn't respond at first, then: "Why are you outside my mind, and why do you look like that?"

The arrancar seemed to have expected such a question, and grinned. "I was never a part of you to begin with. I just took refuge in your soul so that I could heal from wounds that a traitor managed to deal me before I devoured him. You did have an inner hollow at one time, but I ate him, so that I could take its form. Now as you can see I'm back to full strength, and I intend to claim you properly this time."

He nipped at the mark on Ichigo's neck causing pleasure to flood Ichigo's body.

"You like that, don't you Ichigo?"

Ichigo felt rage course through his body as he shoved at the arrancar.

"Fuck no, I don't, you fucking hollow!" Ichigo spat. "It's disgusting."

The arrancar sighed. "'Hollow' is getting kind of old, if you must call me something call me Shiro."

Ichigo spat at the newly named Shiro. He would have tried to punch him, but Shiro had his arms in a vice grip.

"Now, now, little queen, behave, or who knows what will happen to your family." There was an edge in Shiro's voice that Ichigo had never heard before.

Ichigo froze. Was that dirty hollow really threatening his family to control him? Yes, he was, and the worst part, it was working.

"You bastard!" Ichigo hissed, but made no move to fight back when Shiro's hands started roaming up and down his body. The fear that had been hidden within his anger came back full force.

"I'm going ta fuck ya Ichigo, and I'm going ta make ya enjoy it. I'm going ta make ya beg for it." Shiro whispered in his ear, before giving it a light nip.

Ichigo tensed. 'Not again, please not again,' was repeated over and over like a mantra in his mind as the hollow gently touched his body, causing pleasure that made Ichigo sick to his stomach. What made him even sicker was that his body responded. He couldn't like this, could he? He wasn't that sick of a person was he?

Shiro moved lower, removing Ichigo's hakama and placing kisses on the inside of Ichigo's now bare thighs. Ichigo forced the nausea down; he was doing this for his family he repeated over and over in his head. He was going to kill the bastard when he got a chance.

He felt so ashamed of the way his body was reacting. He jumped the moment Shiro palmed his cock. Shiro looked annoyed taking the belt off his hakama. This caused Ichigo to go into a panic as he flashbacked to his rape, causing him once again to struggle against Shiro.

"It's good to know I haven't broken ya, but your struggling is getting annoying." Shiro said grasping his hands in a vice grip then tying them above the teen's head after sticking his a sword that looked similar to Tensa Zangetsu, but not quite, into the ground through the bindings to hold his hands in place.

This position made Ichigo slightly protruding stomach more pronounced, drawing Shiro's attention to the baby bump. "Ya gonna be a good mommy, aren't ya Ichigo?"

Ichigo's eyes went wide as Shiro licked his stomach.

"Ya like my gift, dontcha? Our little one is gonna be strong."

Ichigo's expression was one of horror.

"It was on purpose…"

"Well, yeah, told ya I was gonna give ya a gift, didn't I?" Shiro then kissed Ichigo, one hand rubbing his stomach, the other teasing one of his nipples. Shiro then moved his mouth down to his mark nipping and sucking at it, causing another bout of pleasure to shoot through Ichigo's body.

"Nng, you bastard!" Ichigo moaned, unable to stop the sound from escaping his lips. "I…Oh kami…I hate you!"

Shiro stopped his ministrations for a moment to smirk at Ichigo. "It's better than nothing." Then he lowered his head down to Ichigo's cock. "I bet ya gonna like this part a lot."

Shiro's mouth swallowed Ichigo's cock with ease, the pleasure causing Ichigo to buck his hips up in reflex.

Shiro bobbed his head up and down, drawing beautiful moans from his beloved Queen; he waited until Ichigo was about to cum before stopping. Ichigo laid there dazed with his eyes glazed over in pleasure.

"W-why did you stop?" Ichigo asked trembling with the need to have his release.

"D'ya wanna me ta continue then?" Shiro asked giving Ichigo's cock a few pumps with his hand.

"I...I...need…I…Please." Ichigo stuttered feeling embarrassed to accept actually wanting what Shiro was doing to him. This was nothing like the last time. It felt so good.

Shiro lowered his head again, sucking on Ichigo cock until…

"Oh kami! I'm going to…" Ichigo cried out in absolute bliss.

Shiro swallowed the cum, enjoying the flavor, before dragging himself up to kiss Ichigo so that he could taste himself in Shiro's mouth. Shiro put three of his fingers up to the dazed Ichigo's mouth. Ichigo looked confused, which Shiro found adorable.

"Suck." Shiro ordered.

Ichigo hesitantly opened his mouth and sucked on the long boney fingers. Shiro pulled his fingers away moving back down Ichigo's body, and lifting his legs for a better access. Ichigo tensed as the first finger that entered him.

"Relax or this is gonna hurt." Shiro warned inserting a second finger.

Ichigo whimpered at the uncomfortable feeling, about to protest when Shiro managed to strike his prostate.

"Oh, kami!"

Shiro grinned. Inserting a third finger, and making sure to strike Ichigo's prostate with each pass as he prepared the entrance. Finally he deemed Ichigo prepared enough to take him without suffering too much pain, so he stepped back to rid himself of his yukata.

"Are you ready Ichigo?" Shiro asked throwing one of the teen's legs over his shoulder and positioning himself at the entrance.

Ichigo whimpered, too far gone to give a coherent answer. Shiro took that as a yes and thrust inside Ichigo in one quick motion. He stopped, knowing Ichigo was in pain at the moment, because of how big he was.

"You bastard." Ichigo ground out, coming back to coherent thought at the pain. Shiro gave a hard thrust in response, striking Ichigo's prostate. "Oh fuck!"

Shiro gave a few more thrusts, going slow and occasionally stroking Ichigo's erect cock, before stopping. Ichigo whimpered. He needed more, and he knew what he had to do to get it.

"Please…I want more."

Shiro gave a hard thrust pleased with Ichigo's response.

"Faster, harder please."

Shiro figured that could count as begging and pulled out almost all the way before slamming into Ichigo hard. He set a brutal pace, but Ichigo was moaning enjoying the activity far more than he thought he would, especially after the first time.

Shiro felt his release coming and began stroking Ichigo with each thrust in hopes that he could get Ichigo to reach his orgasm before or with him.

"Oh, kami, I'm gonna cum…Shiro!" Shiro grinned, his thrusts becoming erratic as Ichigo erupted all over his stomach. Shiro gave one last hard thrust emptying himself into Ichigo's passage. He then bit into his mark again forcing his spiritual energy into Ichigo's body.

Ichigo lay there, breathing harshly. Shiro thought he looked beautiful in his afterglow and covered in his own cum.

"You're so beautiful my queen."

Ichigo turned his head to the side as he came down from his high, and realized what he had just done. He felt so weak in that moment. He had given in, and it made him sick. He couldn't even call this rape, because he wanted it and enjoyed it and begged for it. He felt so ashamed. He couldn't swallow as his throat constricted painfully.

He was brought out of his dark thoughts by Shiro licking his cum off his stomach.

"Why couldn't you have just raped me?" Ichigo asked brokenly, because after everything was over this hurt more than the rape. Not physically, but emotionally.

"I told ya, I was gonna make ya beg for it, didn't I?" Shiro breathed in his ear. "Now why don'tcha go back to sleep, after all ya got school in the morn don't cha? I would take ya with me, but I have to clean up the place first. So enjoy what time ya have left Ichigo, 'cause I'm gonna take ya with me once I'm finished with mah business."

But Ichigo couldn't sleep, not after that. So he just laid there like a doll as Shiro redressed both of them, and didn't even fight when his hands were released. Time and colors seemed to blur together as Shiro took him back to his house where his body lay undisturbed.

Shiro put him back in his body, kissing him lightly on the forehead, when he curled in onto himself.

"I wonder if I've broken you yet Ichigo." Ichigo heard before Shiro disappeared into a garganta.

Ichigo cried himself to sleep. He couldn't take much more of this emotional rollercoaster, or he really would break. Shatter into a million little pieces.

III

Noriykoi: I Hate dorm computers. They suck. I had to rewrite part of this chapter three times because the computer shut down at the most inopportune moment, it wouldn't had been so bad if they saved automatically like most computers, but nooo, if you didn't save it then it was gone caput, and really who thinking of saving ever few seconds when you're on a roll. Hichigo was pissed too after all he's the one who did much of the writing. He almost convinced me to throw the computer into the wall but I resisted. So there Hichigo I beat you. Nah! ;p

Hichigo: Don't care. Reader you leave this dipshit writer some reviews so she'll shut up on want'n some constructive criticism or something like that. I don't care I just want mah Ichigo.

Noriykoi: And I gave him to ya didn't I. Not bad for my first attempt at smut. Still not satisfied with it.