Oh. Dear. GOD. This chap took WA longer than I planned. I had no idea how self-conscious writing lemons made you. O.o I can't apologise enough… but for now, Happy Valentines Day! (but not for poor Ishida-kun.)
Reasons why this chap is so horribly late:
more English essays to do than you can shake a stick at.
Lemons are hard to write
My Ishida pushy kept scowling at me while I was writing. I'm serious. It was scary.
I forgot how addictive Pokemon Diamond was. Okay, that's a naff excuse, but yeah… I was procrastinating. Sorry!
Oh well, here's my fic. And if you haven't guessed already. This fic contains that long promised Lemon, Yaoi, and graphic BDSM. I again apologise for the wait. Gomensai!
'Clink clink'
"Urgh…" Head throbbing dully with pain; Ishida stood in blackness, his mind swimming in confused shadow. "Wha… What happened?" The thoughts came slowly, sluggishly drifting through the gloom. He tried to step forward, and stumbled – why weren't his feet working?
'Clink clink'
"Urgh…" He tried to move his hands, but they wouldn't cooperate. "That's funny… What's going on?" Something told Ishida his eyes were closed, so he pulled them open. At first they resisted, but he managed to get them to prise apart.
All Ishida could see through the gloom was a large dusty expanse of floor and a faintly glowing window on a far wall, with a single star glinting through. Sluggishly he heard himself think "hm… pretty, like some sort of painting…" Then his mind suddenly clicked into normal speed – and he gasped. His hands were firmly attached to a pulley that hung from the ceiling by what felt like a length of stout chain and handcuffs; he could feel the icy metal sapping the warmth from his wrists. Trying to start forward, he found his ankles were tied together, with what seemed to be a belt. He stumbled and found that he could stand, but the belt prevented him from moving.
"Yay! You're finally awake! I was beginning to worry I'd hit you too hard…" Ishida recognised that voice, how could he forget it? Especially as it had haunted his every moment for the past two days…
"Y..You! Let me go! Let me out of here, now!" He started thrashing, knowing before he started that the hollow wouldn't listen, and the bounds wouldn't break.
The Hollow's cruel laughed echoed through Ishida's conscience as it walked into the faint light of the window, Ishida shuddered at it's lust filled eyes which were both Ichigo's and as far from the Shinigami's as possible. Ichigo and his Hollow were as different as hot is to cold, light is from dark and Black is from White.
Powerless to stop it, Ishida watched as the Hollow slinked over to where he effectively hung from the ceiling. A rough hand slid down his face and he shuddered to the touch. Leaning in, the Hollow took Ishida's lips and kissed him roughly, but again Ishida refused to open his mouth. He refused to let this be a repeat of last time.
"You're not playing nice again, Quincy whore, and somehow I don't think you're in a position to argue." Smirking, it pulled back, licking its lips as it stared at Ishida's determined expression.
Ishida eyes never left that tongue as it flicked out, he watched as it slip along the thin lips, leaving a trail of saliva that seemed to glisten in the beam of moonlight from that lone window. His stomach churned, he felt like throwing up and anger threatened to burst from him. How dare it treat him like this! How could it! Ichigo said he had it under control. He didn't call this under control! That good-for-nothing Shinigami! With a snarl Ishida spat squarely into its smug face; uncaring of the consequences.
The Hollow froze, the lust filled expression fading from its face as Ishida's spittle slid down its cheek. Ishida held the stare coolly, even though his insides had turned to ice. What the hell had he been thinking? He was completely at the mercy of a sex-mad hollow, and here he was spitting in its face! Ishida began to wonder if he had a death wish.
With a snarl the Hollow brought back his hand and slapped Ishida with its full force across his face. Ishida head was forced down by the blow, and he felt something in his neck click. The blow caused his face to sting, a tingling sensation that seemed to spread all the way down his body.
"How DARE you! You filthy whore! Oh, I'm going to enjoy breaking you, I'll fuck you so hard you'll wish you were DEAD!" Anger blazed from its eyes and rage caused its body to shake. It leapt forward, jumped onto Ishida and grabbed the chain attached to his arms. It was hanging on the same chain as its prey, legs wrapped tightly round his waist. The unexpected force of the Hollows weight caused Ishida to gasp and the Hollow took this as an invitation to intrude. Plunging its tongue deep into Ishida's throat, it gripped harder and harder with its legs, causing Ishida to struggle for air. The kiss was messy and violent with Ishida futilely trying to repel the unwanted invader that searched out every bump and crevice within Ishida's cavern. The hollow growled and snarled into Ishida's mouth as it wrapped itself around the young Quincy's body.
Ishida's mind went into overdrive. He couldn't breath, he could feel the hollows lust and passion, its need and its hunger – never in the reserved, prim and proper life of the reclusive Quincy had he ever felt such raw force. Resisting such raw energy was futile, hell how could he even think of resisting this feeling as the heat, the need and the lust saturated his soul as he spluttered for air, as he fought with the hollow, he squirmed and he fought, but to no avail, he couldn't help it. His mind was overpowered as he moaned loudly into the hollow and joined in with the kiss. God, this was so raw, so unbelievable, how could he hope to do anything but?
The Hollow pulled back, as Ishida looked disgusted with himself. "Get away from me… Just… Get away… Why are you doing this!?!" Ishida's voice seemed quite and sad but was tinged with hate and fuelled by anger.
"You know why I'm doing this, Quincy whore. I'm doing this because your one damn skinny sexy slut and you love it!" With this the hollow walked away, disappearing into the gloom.
Ishida was left alone. 'How could I give in like that? God, what's wrong with me? Did I seriously enjoy it? Did I?'
"I don't know what you're talking about! Get me out of here, you sad, disgusting, arrogant bastard!" Ishida had had enough, he wanted out, and he wanted out now.
"Hmm… I think I need to teach you some manners, my little Quincy whore…" Ishida's blood ran cold as he heard the hint of glee in the Hollows cackle. He prepared himself for the worst, but he was still taken completely by surprise by what happened next.
CRACK!
The scream of pain escaped Ishida's lips before he had registered what had happened. The stroke along his back burned like fire and he felt the cloth of his shirt fall away. The skin blazed, bringing unexpected tears to the young archer's eyes as his legs gave way, wrists screaming in protest as his full weight pulled them forcibly onto the harsh steel handcuffs. Panting with shock, Ishida tried to process what had just happened, as the Hollow raised the whip for a second blow.
Cackling with unconcealed mirth the Hollow brought down his arm in one fluid motion, the thin taper of leather reaching out towards the Quincy's exposed back.
Another scream of pain as tears started to run from the archer's eyes. Ishida was sent spiralling by the blow, legs too weak to support his writhing frame and the chain forcing him to swing back into the Hollows reach. Head bowed his teeth were gritted so tightly it felt as if they were being forced back into his gums. The hands tied uselessly above his head bunched into tight fists, nails causing crescent shaped scars to form on their palms.
The pain left searing flashes in front of his eyes as he slowly pulled at his feet and positioned himself to stand. He felt physically sick and abused. The fire that burned on his back was unlike anything he'd felt before. Sure, getting stabbed by a Zanpakutou was no joke, but Ishida could feel the sliced skin, pain driving into the core of his body from a blood blister thirty centimetres long, each throb causing him to wince and gasp. The searing scars formed a lopsided cross on his back, each one starting on the opposite shoulder, crossing in the middle and ending close to Ishida's hip.
"Y… You… You…" Ishida's voice came out in gasps, the broken words punctuated by heavy pants. "you… Bastard… Had your fun yet? Happy… Happy now? Let. Me. GO!" He tried to swing round, to glare at his captor, but in vain.
The Hollow just laughed at Ishida futile struggles. "Had my fun?! Oh, no no. I'm just getting started! I tried being nice, but you didn't seem to like playing nice. So I HAD to teach you some manners, don't you understand?" Ishida shuddered at the mock sincerity in its voice. "Now, I've kept you in suspense long enough, I think…" Another evil grin spread across the hollows pale features. He pulled Zangetsu from where it stood propped against the warehouse wall.
Ishida gulped as the cloth covering fell away, revealing the monstrous Zanpakutou beneath. The Hollow narrowed his eyes, that insane smile still covering his face. He raised his arm – and Ishida froze.
'Well, out of death and … that, I'd definitely pick death… but… God…' Without so much as a warning the blade came crashing down - Ishida screwed his eyes shut. 'Soul Society, here I come…'
The blade didn't miss its mark. Ishida fell to the ground, legs twisting under him. He fell onto his back – bare wounds making contact with the dusty floor and screamed in agony. The hollow grabbed him before the blinding pain had chance to fade throwing him onto a pile of sheets piled up against the wall of the warehouse. Ishida's eyes shot open, pain seemingly tearing his body apart. Looking up he saw the neat cut in the chain where Zangetsu had slid through it like a hot knife through butter. Said Zangetsu now lay discarded on the floor, as its current master followed its prey onto the make-shift bed.
Seeing the cut chain, Ishida attempted to escape. He jumped up, but fell to his knees as the belt around his ankles tripped him. The Hollow grabbed his still bound wrists and pulled him back, flipping him onto his back and pinning him once again between his legs.
Lying back on the white sheets, Ishida looked up, he was panting heavily from the pain that gripped his entire body. The hollow wasted no time with pleasantries. Securing Ishida's wrists to the top of the bed, he pulled off the young teen's tie in one fluid motion.
Ishida's mind was in turmoil, yet again he futilely tried to make sense of the situation. But no matter how hard he thought, there was no escape. He looked up, not concealing the fear in his eyes. The Hollow merely smirked, licking his lips once again at the pathetically dominated position he had Ishida trapped in.
Leaning down, the Hollow stole another kiss from those delicate lips. There was no resistance from the terrified Quincy, so it took that as a sign to intrude within the other boy's cavern with his tongue. Ishida's mind had given up. He was stuck, stuck in this place, stuck with this thing, with no escape. Still kissing the terrified boy, the Hollow stroked the side of his face. It traced the line of Ishida's slight jaw, stroking the length of the creamy sensitive skin of his neck. The kiss deepened as the Hollows wandering hand started playing with the archer's crisp white collar. Fingers sought the top button but stumbled across something else. The Hollow pulled away, head cocked to one side, confused. "Hmm… What's with the zip?"
Pain and horror had completely nullified Ishida's brain as he looked up, cerulean eyes slightly misted over and his face looking slightly dazed. "I… I… I don't like buttons." However, the simple question had snapped him out of his revere, and he immediately stated thrashing again. The Hollow just groaned. 'Curiosity killed the friggin' cat…' He'd had enough of this silly game, he was gonna take this tight assed Quincy, and he was gonna do it NOW.
With that he grabbed the Quincy's collar, and tore the remains of the shirt from his chest, so it hung in tatters from his bound arms. Then he dipped his hands down and tore Ishida's trousers open, roughly pulling the garment into a tangled mess at his still bound feet. Ishida started shouting, ordering the Hollow to let him go, but the Hollow didn't take orders from his King, let alone his Whore. In response to Ishida's desperate cries for deliverance, the Hollow pulled down the white boxers and engulfed the Quincy without so much as a warning. The screams of protest suddenly stopped – shock overlaid the teenagers fear.
"Wha… What are you…?" All thoughts of escape had vanished with the sensation of pleasure the Hollows arm mouth was providing. There was no verbal response to the unfinished question, the Hollow simply started to move. Ishida moaned loudly as a dexterous tongue slid along his length, stroking it's sensitive underbelly as the mouth provided an ecstasy of previously unimagined sensations.
While Ishida was preoccupied with moaning like a whore, the Hollow smiled and started to run his fingers along the inside of Ishida's thigh, tracing the inside line of his legs and coming to a stop just outside of his entrance. Ishida didn't even notice - the Hollows oral onslaught was overloading his senses as it was.
Just as Ishida felt as if he couldn't take anymore, the Hollow pulled away, grinning as the Quincy's moans stopped with a faint "hey!" of dissatisfaction. Before the boy had a chance to get his bearings however, the Hollow span him round, so he now lay on his stomach and inserted his finger. Ishida bucked instantly, a small scream tearing from his lips, as the intruding digit started to slide in and out. The hollows spare hand clamped over his gaping mouth. The scream had been of shock rather than pain. Firmly held into place, Ishida couldn't expel the invasion, he just laid back terrified as one digit became two, and then, after stretching his entrance in a scissor motion, two became three.
Wasting no time the Hollow repositioned. Swiftly discarding his clothes and exposing Ichigo's well built tan chest to the moonlight, he grabbed Ishida's hips and pulled him to his knees, arms stretched out in front of him by the handcuffs. He then slid into the space between Ishida's bound ankles and his legs, blocking the limbs from closing, or in fact, moving at all. Ishida continued to shout and struggle, so picking up the discarded tie, the Hollow tied it firmly round the Quincy's mouth, reducing the shouts to muffled gasps.
For a moment it paused, Ishida kneeing awkwardly in front of it, his head held back by the length of tie still in the hollows hand. The boy's eyes were wide with terror, his glasses askew, and the Hollow had to admit the look did suit the young Quincy.
Muffled by the tie, Ishida whimpered "Please, please God no." It had been the first time Ishida had actually begged, instead of ordered the Hollow to stop. With that single plea, the Hollow felt something change with him. Now here really was tired of waiting. Without wasting a single moment the Hollow plunged into the boy, causing him to scream in horror.
Ishida felt physically sick, but unable to retch. The tie chafed his mouth as the Hollow waited for his muscles to relax. 'This can't be happening, it just can't!' But he knew it was, and he knew there was nothing he could do.
"Just relax, or it will hurt" The Hollows voice was quiet and seductive. "Anyway, I'm sure you'll enjoy it…"
Ishida felt his resolve crumble, his muscles relaxed as he visibly sagged. He could handle Shinigami, captains, hollows, and God knows what else, but this… It was all too much, just too much. He spread his legs wider to try and stop the pain from the Hollows entrance, but as soon as he did, the Hollow began to thrust, and all thought of pain and despair evaporated, leaving his body filled with pleasure.
He'd regret it later, but right now he let himself enjoy it. There wasn't much of a choice. The Hollows thrusts sent sparks skidding across Ishida's vision. The Hollow curled an arm around the Quincy's waist, compensating for the fact he was unable to support himself with his arms handcuffed to the bed.
Faster and faster the Hollow pounded, as Ishida threw back his head and moaned loudly. The tie prevented any coherent words, but the muffled sounds of moans and mewls of pleasure brought the Hollow closer to the edge. He was in complete control, and he loved it. This bitch was moaning for him, and only him. It's thrust became faster and faster, as it's moans joined those of it's Whore, as he shifted position and started to pound the boy's prostate.
Below it, Ishida could only focus on the pleasure coursing through his body. Every nerve seemed to be on fire, however something started to grow out from the furious pounding. He was being neglected. His erection was being ignored. He tried to reach down, but the cuffs prevented that, he tried to shout out, but the Hollow didn't understand because of the tie.
The Hollow sensed something was up, and noticed Ishida glances towards his own member, and understood. He snaked his free hand down and started to pump in time to his own pounding. Ishida felt himself teetering on the edge. Leaning down, it lay across the Quincy's back, who cried out in pain as it's sweat covered chest came into contact with the whip reels. The cries however, soon turned back to moans as the Hollow licked along the angry red mark along Ishida's shoulder.
Ishida felt the pain as that warm mouth met the ruptured skin, but only for a moment and then it was replaced with pleasure. A pure heated ecstasy. Ishida felt the stabs of pleasure coming from his backside being fuelled by the fire from his shoulder, and with a muffled cry came into the Hollows hand. With Ishida's release all the muscles in his lower abdomen tightened, and the hollow soon followed suit, his essence filling the Quincy from within.
With that they both collapsed onto the makeshift bed, sweating and panting, savouring their after sex high. The Hollow made no attempt to pull the Quincy towards him and Ishida had no intention of getting closer to it. They just lay there, partially covered with the sheets the Hollow had dragged in from somewhere. Exhausted, Ishida felt his eyes close.
Sunlight drifted in from the open window, and Ishida screwed up his eyes against the harsh light. There were noises around him, people moving and talking.
'What… Why are there people in my bedroom? No wait… I'm not in my bedroom… What happened last night?" Pulling open his eyes, the ceiling he saw wasn't that of his room, and the memories came flooding back. He shot up in a panic. That bastard had left him to be found by the damn warehouse workers! As he shot up, his back exploded in pain. He fell back with a whimper. Lying down he looked round, and his panic ebbed away.
He wasn't, as he presumed, about to be found nude and soiled by a bemused warehouse worker, because he was in his own hallway in his flat. He looked around; the sound of voices had come from two gossiping neighbours on the other side of his locked front door. The Hollow must have literally brought him back and dumped him just inside the door. He was still covered in one of the horrid musty sheets from the night before.
The night before.
Ishida had to swallow the scream. What the hell had he allowed to happen to himself?
So, how did you like my first Lemon? blush please review, all criticisms are eagerly received.
Oh, and after reading this chap back… I think I have problems O.o lol.
In the next chapter I would like to introduce… A Plot! Yay! Damn it, this thing was supposed to be a one shot… XD
