Uryuu slowly awoke to the sound of quiet crunching that didn't quite register too heavily in his brain. Darkness was swimming around him, and it felt like he was floating in mid-air, twisting and turning aimlessly, drifting in a void that had stripped him of everything he was. Where was he? What was happening? Images began to piece themselves together in his head, fragments at first, but whole pictures after a while. Images of that first night in the forest, of the night in his bedroom, and finally, the library incident; yet, it all seemed so far away. Like somehow, with his eyes closed and floating in this dark void, the Hollow couldn't reach him.
The crunching continued, slowly breaking the grasp the darkness had on Uryuu, and desperately, Uryuu tried to cling onto the vestiges of sleep, shutting his eyes tighter and trying to roll onto his side. That's when his eyes snapped open; his arms wouldn't move, and were pinned beneath him. He pulled, struggling at whatever kept his arms together, feeling the rope slide against his skin. Hesitating, he tried to move his fingers to find the knot, only to find his fingers were bound expertly together, so even the individual digits weren't movable.
Crunch. Crunch.
Uryuu's eyes flew toward the insistent sound, only for his heart to drop into his stomach like someone had punched him as he saw the Hollow sitting atop the desk he had been studying at when the library closed. In his hand, he held one of the three apples Uryuu had packed into his book bag, and it was already half gone. Sitting next to him were nothing but the cores of two more apples. Uryuu shook his head, trying to focus a bit more on the picture; the Hollow had his clothes righted again, but there was sunlight out the windows behind him; not much, so was it morning already…? No… that direction was west. Sunset…? Had he been out cold for almost a day…?
Almost on cue, Uryuu's stomach growled loud enough for the both of them to hear, and Uryuu's face flushed the dark red of embarrassment. He shook his head even as the sound of the Hollow chuckling found its way to his ears, and he tried to focus despite the ever present aches and pains that wracked through his body. His nude form shivered, trying desperately to push out all the tormenting thoughts that plagued his brain, but knowing the Hollow was sitting in front of him, eating the only meal he had for three days… Uryuu felt something in his chest shatter, like glass. As much as he tried to keep the feeling out of his eyes when he sat up and glanced up at the Hollow, he knew he failed when the owner of the orange hair smirked.
The smirk was victorious.
If the initial shattering of Uryuu's pride was just a small webbing in the glass, the cracks seemed to get bigger just looking at the Hollow, who raised the half eaten apple and waved it around in the air, taunting Uryuu.
"Hungry?" was the question that hung in the air between them, but Uryuu bit down on his lip hard enough to draw blood as his stomach betrayed him again, growling loudly.
He couldn't find it in himself to answer the Hollow, because he knew if he opened his mouth, he was going to beg for the food his body so desperately needed. He was going to beg for mercy, for relief, for anything at all except what continuously happened to him whenever the Hollow was here. He could already feel the tell-tale burning in his eyes that preceded tears, which only made him clamp down on his lip further. He refused to speak, and only stared at the Hollow, whose grin slowly fell, as did the hand holding the apple. Finally, the Hollow leaned forward, almost standing up from where he sat on the table side, and when he spoke, even though his voice was quite it seemed to cut through the air, slicing at the newly formed cracks in Uryuu's resolve.
"Don't make this any harder on yourself. I've already decided what I'm gonna do with you, and nothing's gonna stop me from it. So you might as well just accept your fate." Leaning back, the Hollow took yet another bite of Uryuu's one and only apple, more than half gone already before he continued. "So if you're hungry, say so. I want to hear you tell me you're hungry."
Uryuu bit down harder on his lip, closing his eyes. He could feel the metallic taste of blood on his tongue, but it did nothing to quell his appetite. His body shook with cold and controlled rage at himself for being helpless and unable to put an end to the situation, but, he admitted, also with fear. Fear at what more the Hollow would do to him if he refused. His stomach growled in unison with another crunch from Uryuu's apple, and Uryuu hung his head so that his hair covered his face, shielding it from the Hollow's gaze.
The first piece of his resolve fell.
"… I'm… hungry."
The words were barely there, halfway a whisper and halfway mouthed words, but he knew the Hollow caught it. He knew the Hollow understood what he had said, and yet the response that met him was,
"I'm sorry, what? Couldn't hear ya; speak up."
Crunch.
Tears prickled at the sides of his eyes, and his head hung further. The muscles in his arms tensed, and if he'd had use of his fingers at all, they would have been digging into his palms, possibly drawing more blood from his body. The second piece of his resolve fell away from the shattered remains of where it once stood.
"I'm hungry."
This time, the words were ground out, but definitely loud enough to hear, even as Uryuu's breath caught and held, waiting on the food that was promised him. When nothing came, Uryuu felt a tiny tear sneak out his left eye, and he cursed the binds on his arms that prevented him from being able to wipe it away.
Crunch.
Uryuu's head flew up, forgetting about the tear and his shame to see the Hollow still eating away at the apple, Uryuu tried to launch himself out of his sitting position, toward the table, only to find his arms had been tied with extra rope left over, and that rope had somehow been threaded under one of the heavy bookcases; too heavy for him to lift, keeping him stuck in that general area. Uryuu's yell of frustration only seemed to cock an eyebrow of the Hollow's upward and elicit a short snicker from him.
"Ooooh, you thought I'd give you the apple if you said you were hungry? Oh, that's so cute."
Suddenly, the Hollow was standing, and Uryuu shrunk back toward the bookcase without even thinking about it, his anger at being deprived of food taking a backseat to the fear of his captor. The Hollow stalked forward slowly, predatory eyes glittering with sadistic glee as he knelt down just out of Uryuu's reach, and held the apple up again; already three-fourths gone.
"If you want some, you gotta beg me for it. Go on. Beg."
Uryuu just stared at the Hollow for a moment, unable to believe his ears. It was exactly what he wanted, and loathed the thought of doing. His stomach twisted in knots even as it growled its protest at the lack of sustenance, willing Uryuu to just surrender. Instead, Uryuu dropped to his knees, hanging his head again, but he stayed silent. His only act of defiance for the moment, for however long it would last… he couldn't let the Hollow win.
He knew they were just empty thoughts, however; there was no winning this battle.
The pause hung in the air between them for what felt like forever before finally…
Crunch.
"Please!" Uryuu's head shot up again, unable to help it as another rogue tear snuck its way past the front line defenses of his eyelashes.
His heart hurt deep in his chest, tightening and curling in on itself, knowing how low he was reducing himself. Begging a Hollow for food after being raped by the same creature multiple times…? Uryuu was sure he was the worst of the worst now, worse than worthless, worse than nothing, didn't deserve to call himself a Quincy, didn't deserve the name Ishida, didn't…
The Hollow was still staring at him, watching him expectantly; waiting, Uryuu realized with a start. Before he could control himself, the words came tumbling from his bloody lip.
The third piece fell, taking at least five other pieces with it.
"Please, I'm so hungry. Let me have the rest of the apple, please, I beg of you!"
The Hollow's smirk was once more victorious, but even the knife twisting in his gut couldn't stop the rolling growl of his stomach. So when he watched the Hollow take another bite of the apple, he almost broke completely. His head dipped back down toward his chest and he felt a few more tears slip down his cheeks before a firm hand caught his chin and brought his face back up to look at the Hollow.
Startlingly, the Hollow was mere inches away from his face, but before Uryuu could react, their lips had locked, and a bite of the apple was being pushed from the Hollow's mouth into his own. All horror and disgust at the act of kissing the Hollow was overridden by the flavorful juices that flowed over his tongue, igniting his hunger to new levels as he quickly pulled away from the kiss to chew momentarily before swallowing the entire bite mostly whole. Uryuu was gasping for air by the time he finished his depraved actions, his eyes flying back toward the Hollow as he heard him take yet another bite.
Uryuu didn't resist, but instead opened his mouth readily.
The last piece of resistance fell.
~.X.~ ~.X.~ ~.X.~
Dimly, Uryuu was aware he should be fighting the Hollow off. That somehow, his body should be moving to resist or stop him somehow. A hand slid lovingly down his stomach and his entire body trembled with the fear of what those hands had done to him before. The headband across Uryuu's eyes that served as a blindfold was already soaked through with tears, despite his conviction that first day not to cry in the Hollow's presence. Or at all. His lungs were burning and every nerve ending in his body was on fire, responding traitorously to the Hollow's tender touches.
Today was Saturday; that much was made clear to him by the Hollow. He had been told if he waited here in the library until they opened, he would be here for another day and a half, during which the Hollow would visit at least twice, if not three times. Or… he had been given the option to offer himself up in exchange for freedom tonight. Uryuu was almost sure he would have been able to stand another brutal taking of his person for freedom, but this… this was like what a partner would –
Uryuu gasped loudly as he felt a mouth come down over the head of his member, a tongue swirling under the ridge to dip into that one sensitive, hard-to-reach spot. His legs stiffened as he tried not to flail out to remove the unwanted attentions even as his cock strained, responding favorably to the slick heat of the mouth upon it. Uryuu choked out a muffled whimper, biting his lip again and reopening the wound that had just barely started to scab even as the Hollow chuckled, the vibrations of his voice washing over Uryuu's dick and making it twitch, his head throwing itself from side to side.
How long had they been at it already? Uryuu had lost track of time, even though he tried to cling to the idea it had been long enough that the Hollow had to be getting bored already. He hadn't even entered Uryuu yet, and had somehow managed to bring Uryuu to the edge almost six times now without letting him spill over. His chest heaved; he couldn't take much more of this, or he was going to go mad. He gasped again when the Hollow took him into his mouth completely, his eyes rolling back into his head.
Insanely, deliciously mad.
Uryuu was almost there again; this would be the seventh time he'd gotten so close to his orgasm he could all but taste it in the back of his throat when the Hollow's head lifted, leaving Uryuu exposed to the cold air that cut him harshly, and a loud whimper/moan managed to slip its way past his throat. His hips bucked upward, toward his tormentor, but he was only rewarded with a chuckle.
How did he let himself fall to this? How could he let himself act so shamelessly, so wantonly, for a Hollow…? Hands caressed over his stomach again, making his skin jump and his muscles twitch, his body twisting upward to meet the warm, gentle hands. Hands that stopped near his hips to raise his legs, and Uryuu felt his ankles hooked over shoulders, his chest rising sharply in the knowing of what was about to happen. But even that sharp prickle of anticipation that shamefully flooded through his body, nothing came.
Uryuu tried to look up at his captor, but with the blindfold covering his eyes, the only sight that met him was darkness, and he laid his head back down on the ground, his body shifting in uncomfortable frustration. After what seemed like an eternity, the Hollow finally spoke.
"Moan my name."
Uryuu's confusion penetrated his pleasure induced self-loathing haze, and he tried to look upward again before questioning,
"… Hol —"
A resounding crack hit Uryuu's ears a second after an open palm caught Uryuu's cheek, forcefully turning his head and planting his nose painfully into the floor. He yelped in pain, his body trying to struggle away, even as he was frozen in place by the cold words,
"Don't you want to go home tonight?"
The Hollow waited until Uryuu had stopped moving completely, fear slowly bringing down the stiffness in his member before a hand caught it with a feather light touch and began to stroke it sensually, causing Uryuu to whimper in pain and pleasure at the mixed sensations, trying to stop his body from responding but unable to do anything to his body, denied of an orgasm for so long now. Once Uryuu was squirming under his touch, gasps and moans barely being controlled, the Hollow spoke again.
"Call me Ichigo. Moan my name for me."
Tears were falling rapidly now, and Uryuu had to fight the urge to shake his head. He didn't want to, but the fear of more pain, of having to go through this again and again continuously for the next two days… it got to him. It broke him.
"Ichig—"
The moan turned into a shrill scream when the Hollow slammed into him without any preparation. The hand that had been on his dick had disappeared to drift down to his hips, lifting him up and pushing him down onto every thrust that was tearing him open from the inside. His entire body was bouncing from the sheer force the Hollow was pounding into him with, but with every single thrust he managed to angle himself perfectly against Uryuu's prostate, causing him pleasurable anguish. Pure screams became screams with moans at the end as the blindfold was continuously soaked through with tears. Every thrust brought him closer to the edge, but he didn't want to cum; not like this. Fighting was out of the question, so the broken Uryuu did the only thing left for him; he begged.
"Ichigo stop! God, please, Ichigo, no! No more, Please!"
Every word was a struggle to get out, and it felt like he was hiccupping each word after the shock to his body of being impaled. His words didn't seem to matter, however, if nothing else, they managed to make the Hollow move faster, quiet grunts and small moans from above him only heightening the feeling in Uryuu's body, bringing him to the edge again. His cock twitched, yearning for physical stimulation as his prostate was bombarded with a rapid succession of quick thrusts, making Uryuu twist and yell, so close to his orgasm it was driving him insane. Then the Hollow did the unthinkable.
Just as Uryuu heard the deep moan above him, he felt him pull out, only for Uryuu's stomach, chest, and part of his face to be splattered with a warm liquid substance. Shamefully, that was all the sensation his body needed to release its own semen as well, and with a pitiful, close-mouthed whimper, Uryuu felt himself coated in cum.
~.X.~ ~.X.~ ~.X.~
For possibly the twentieth time, Uryuu wiped at his eyes, making sure there were no traces of tears left to be seen. He stood outside the door to his house, backpack slung over his shoulder with the full moon baring down on his back, accusing him of betraying the Quincy name. His breath hitched and once more, tears threatened to spill over his cheeks, only causing him to roll his sleeves past his fingers and press the fabric to his eyes, drying them before they became wet. He smelled like sex and failure, and he knew his father was going to disown him. He knew it without a doubt. That's why his hands shook as he finally brought up the nerve to reach out and open the door.
When he walked in, everything was dark.
~.X.~ ~.X.~ ~.X.~ (Ryuuken's POV)
He heard the front door open from the study, and his interest piqued. He called out none-too-quietly,
"Uryuu! Where have you been?"
There was a long pause before his son ever answered, and for a moment, Ryuuken toyed with the idea of going and finding out personally what his son had been up to in the day and a half he hadn't been home. However, the response that floated to him put a hold on those actions.
"O-out with a friend, father. Going up to study now!"
Fast footsteps on the stairs to the bedroom let Ryuuken know that Uryuu had run from him. His answer had been extremely vague and evasive, too. A grimace pulled itself over his lips, and for a moment, he sat there tapping the pen in his hand against his desk, momentarily distracted from his work. Was something wrong, or was he over thinking it?
After a few moments, he sighed, deciding he was too tired to worry about this. He would talk to his son in the morning, but until then, he needed sleep. Turning off the small lamp on his work table, Ryuuken headed to bed without another thought to the boy upstairs, silently crying, sinking into his own personal hell.