Chapter 10
Submission II
/Ishida opened his eyes with a start, the vivid scene of his dream following him.
A psychiatrist would have a field day with that one!
The Quincy felt a shudder pass through him as he remembered the dream – Szayel Aporro licking and touching all over him, and –what was worst- Ishida had been enjoying it. Luckily the details were already getting fuzzy in his head, but..
Oh great, the teen groaned in humiliation, feeling a morning erection in his pants.
He blamed it all on that pervert Octava Espada… and the unusual warmth of the room; had he forgotten to turn off his air conditioning?
No wait, he had not even turned it on in the first place…
Ishida was about to fold back his blanket to cool down, when his blanket started to move on its own, rubbing against his back and wrapping closely around his middle.
The Quincy began to doubt that this was a blanket at all, especially when it started to stroke along his front, emitting a low moan into his ear that sounded way too much like…
With a scream Ishida tried to get free of the pink-haired Espada and out of bed, succeeding in knocking the other off with an elbow to the eye. Leaping over the wounded man he got tangled up in the linen and lost his footing, landing shortly after on the floor, his rump complaining about the rough treatment.
"What happened?" the boy wanted to know.
The last thing he remembered was working on his homework…
Looking around he squinted his spectacles on the night stand and hastily put them on. He glanced down on himself… yes, still in my clothes from yesterday.
The pink-haired man was also fully awake by now and tried for damage limitation.
"You had fallen asleep and wouldn't wake up, so I carried you to bed. A-and I didn't have anything to sleep on, so… But nothing happened!" The Espada looked equal parts angry, guilty and hurt which made for a strange combination.
But Ishida didn't really notice, because he just now realized another problem. Unbelieving he grasped his alarm clock, his features darkening even more.
"Great! I overslept!"
Scrambling up from the ground he grabbed a new set of school clothes and rushed into the bathroom. He would have to take care of the pink-haired man later.
Getting rid of his trousers he noticed something unpleasant and scowled down miserably.
Quincy archer hates cold showers./
"You are lacking concentration, Uryuu."
Ishida started back from his memory, seeing one of Ryuuken's arrows flying his way.
Too late!, the teen thought frantically, as the white blast of energy headed for his right eye. Instinctively Ishida formed his own bow and -the fight against Aizen flashing before his eyes- willed the spirit particles of his father's arrow into his own one, releasing it into the direction of his opponent, while he bend his head backwards.
His heart fluttering wildly he closed his eyes at Ryuuken's projectile hitting his glasses, sending them flying onto the ground. But the young archer didn't even feel a slight singe on his skin.
Ishida felt his opponent's reiatsu behind him, Ryuuken lifting "Seele Schneider" to his son's neck, but the dark-haired boy had already fled in time and from a safe distant trained his bow unerringly at his father, as the other signalled for the end of the training session.
"Where did you learn that last technique?"
Ryuuken lit a cigarette, appearing uninterested as he waited for his son to slip his spare glasses on. For Ishida the question alone gave evidence of his father's surprise.
"I used a similar one against Yamamoto-soutaichou's fire attack… I think I improved it from redirecting Kurosaki Ichigo's out-leashing energy at our first meeting", he replied while shoving his glasses up his nose.
"Mh." The older Ishida didn't like any references to the Kurosakis, but Uryuu thought he might have slightly impressed Ryuuken.
"You have to work on it more. You were just lucky this time. If you were losing your concentration in a real fight you would be dead by now."
His father glanced reproachful at the dark-haired teen's unbandaged and untarnished arms and Ishida knew Ryuuken believed his son had let Inoue heal them; that his mind had been with his 'forbidden friends' while fighting the older Quincy.
Ishida would not rectify his father's presumptions, of course.
He would send an arrow right through my heart, if he knew of the Octava Espada!
The young archer was grateful his father was already leaving the room, when his thoughts went back to the pink-haired man.
Ever since this morning he couldn't think of anything else, it seemed. And it was slowly driving the generally controlled boy mad.
He couldn't even look at his hands without remembering how exactly they got healed so quickly! And with the dream adding to the already embarrassing moments of hug and kiss and waking up next to the pink-haired pervert (oh, and don't forget the declaration of love) his mind had enough to work with for days.
Ishida sighed and dejectedly slang his bag over his shoulder.
I don't want to go home, he tiredly thought all the way back to his apartment.
Nonetheless his heart wouldn't stop pumping adrenaline as the Quincy warily eyed the doorknob.
A stray thought caught him off guard.
This is the first time someone is waiting for me to come home.
Shaking his head the bespectacled teen unlocked the door.
…
He was greeted by silence.
Ishida didn't know what he had expected. Exhaling the breath he had been holding unconsciously he pondered if he should announce his arrival.
"I-I'm home."
Ok, now he felt stupid.
Scowling at himself he headed towards his room to put down his schoolbag, when the door to the bathroom was opened.
"Uryuu! Welcome back."
Ishida turned towards the voice and had just enough time to widen his eyes at the sight of a dripping wet man clad only in a towel around his waist before he was surrounded by mentioned nakedness. He gasped at the contact.
It was strange to smell his own shower gel and shampoo on someone else, the scent somehow different.
The hug was short but when the pink-haired man stepped back he tilted Ishida's head to give him a peck on his cheek.
Flailing with his arms the dark-haired teen distanced himself from the audacious man, working on a scowl to show his disapproval; although, he guessed, it would work better if he were able to look the other in the face.
"Stop doing things like that. And put your clothes on."
"I've been wearing those for days now! Can't I borrow some of yours?"
Whatever! Just get dressed already!, Ishida was screaming inside his head.
"If you find something that fits…" The Quincy absentmindedly rubbed at the kissed cheek as he went to the kitchen.
He had a simple curry cooking when arms engulfed him once again, but this time from behind, Szayel Aporro leaning into his back. Maybe it was because he was already getting used to the Espada doing this; maybe it was, because an embrace from behind meant his face wasn't uncomfortably squished; but Ishida just sighed and waited a second longer before he elbowed the pink-haired hug monster into the ribs.
"I told you…"
The dark-haired teen momentarily forgot what he was about to say when he faced the Octava Espada. "to stop…it", he barely managed to scramble together as most of his mind was occupied with progressing the sight before him.
Ishida was pleased to see the Espada was fully dressed this time, but had to suddenly realize how revealing clothes could be (or at least, how mercifully obscuring the pink-haired scientist's Espada attire had been)!
The Quincy would never have guessed a white turtleneck pullover and the plain white school sweatpants would show him more of Szayel Aporro's physique than seeing him naked with that towel. (His nipples were poking out!) The pink-haired man looked even leaner and now you could actually see legs filling out the pants, could even make out the outline of the hips and…
"Oh my god! Are you not wearing underpants?"
Ishida snapped his mouth shut in mortification. He had not wanted to say that aloud! After all, he wasn't even supposed to look there.
The pink-haired Espada didn't seem to see the significance, only shrugging (showing some skin in the progress).
"I couldn't find some my size. What's for supper?"
I have to wear those at school on Thursday!
The Quincy quickly whirled around to hide his reddened face when he imagined slipping into those after they had been in full contact with the Octava Espada's most intimate place. He snatched the Curry from the stove and shoved it into Szayel Aporro's hands.
"Get this on the table. I'll come shortly with the rice."
Watching the other leave, the Quincy belatedly figured out that seeing the backside of the pink-haired man wasn't much better.
Oh god! Does my ass show as much in those?
Luckily, the initial shock was gone as Ishida finally sat down to eat, sparing him an awkward meal.
There was only one thing unsettling him when looking at the Espada and he had to admit that it was his own fault.
"I didn't mean for those to happen", he ruefully acknowledged the bruises at eye and jaw. "Why did you not use your healing salve on them?"
"These will be healed by tomorrow and I have to use the salve sparingly; the components are too rare in the real world to reproduce."
"Then why did you use so much on me?" the archer asked puzzled.
Szayel's orange eyes were smouldering as he locked them with deep blue orbs.
"Your wounds were more significant; and you are special to me, Uryuu."
The bespectacled boy couldn't change it. Every time the Octava Espada said things like that about him, he felt out of his depths and he flushed with embarrassment. So for the rest of the meal he focused solely on his plate.
Making sure afterwards that the pink-haired scientist had indeed obtained a futon that day, the brunet managed to actually go to bed himself after his homework. Tiredness had seeped deep into his bones through the whole day. However, to the Quincy's chagrin, whenever he closed his eyes, he was haunted by scenes from his dream mingling with fresh impressions of the Octava Espada's newly revealed features. Looking at the late (or better, early) hour, Ishida already dreaded the next day.
As he saw Uryuu finally slipping into a deep sleep on his monitor, the corner of Szayel's mouth lifted into a wicked smirk.
Today had been a very successful day.
Granted, he had not intended to get caught by the raven-haired teen that morning; but it played out alright in the end, Uryuu even feeling some kind of guilt towards the pink-haired scientist and the evening had progressed just as he had hoped. Judging from the boy's reaction he was certain his Quincy was ready for the next step and now that he was within reach of his goal he couldn't wait.
Entering some last commands into his computer, Szayel excitedly picked up the bag from that wonderful shop he had discovered with Grimmjow earlier this day, humming in delight as he crossed the living area, shrouded in darkness, to reach for the doorknob to Uryuu's room.
It was time to claim his object of desire.
Without even the faintest sound, he opened the door and crept to the slumbering figure on the bed, for a moment revelling in the sight of Uryuu's beautiful sleeping face, before gathering everything he needed for this endeavour.
This is it, Szayel thought as he gazed down at Uryuu's slightly parted and perfect rosy lips, the boy lying there as if he was just waiting to be kissed, looking so vulnerable without his austere glasses perched on his nose, and it was time to awaken the yearning kept hidden inside those ocean deep pools.
Slowly Szayel bend down, and reverently, like the sleeping boy was a fragile porcelain doll, he pressed his lips to Uryuu's, placing his hands on freshly healed wrists, the Quincy cross sliding silently to the ground.
x
Ishida stirred from another dream featuring smouldering orange eyes and pink hair by a tongue sweeping over his teeth in search for a way in, moistening his lips and retreating just to give way for teeth and another pair of lips, nibbling and sucking on already swollen flesh.
Lost in the aftermath of his nightly vision and humming with pleasure the dark-haired archer answered by opening his mouth and mirroring the other's movements, quietly moaning at the pleasant sensation.
Encouraged by his Quincy yielding and responding to his touch Szayel let his tongue slip into the moist and warm cavern of the boy's mouth, probing and prodding until Uryuu's tongue tentatively stroked against his own, soon engaged in a ferocious dance, the pink-haired scientist momentarily lost in marvel at the unsuspected development.
But soon he wanted more; he wanted to reveal all of the secrets of the Quincy; he wanted to touch, to taste, to see all of this dark-haired beauty; but above all, he yearned to look into those gorgeous cobalt orbs.
So his hands started to wander over the boy's form, shoving the blanket downwards to uncover the archer's body, scarcely protected by dark-blue pyjamas; he stopped his assault on the Quincy's mouth to hear his love's breath hitch at his exposing hands and his tongue tasting along his jaw and resuming it's exploration at the joint to his left ear.
"Uryuu", he whispered huskily, hungrily, making the teen gasp; and Szayel at last got what he wanted.
The archer's eyes opened.
Half-lidded dazzled eyes looked up at the Octava Espada bend over him, distinguishing the man of his dreams by his pink hair and trademark leer. But as the white-clad man returned to lick and bite the sensitive spot at his ear, a light frown formed on the young Quincy's face.
Something was different.
The sensations had become more intense, more breath-taking, but at the same time his vision had gotten fuzzy, the colours smudged; like he had lost his…
Glasses!
Raising a hand to his face he couldn't find his spectacles there, but spotted them over a mop of pink hair, on the tabletop beside his alarm.
This is no dream, he realized at an alarming rate. The pressure of the Octava Espada was too oppressive, the sounds too loud, and he had the feeling his heart was hammering its way out of his chest. At that moment Ishida became conscious of fingers travelling under the hem of his nightclothes, but when he was about to take a deep breath to voice his resentment, he was suddenly caught in another deep kiss, Szayel's other hand caressing the spot where his tongue had been.
Startled into action, at last, Ishida bucked hard, pushing his hands and arms and legs against the unyielding body above him in indignation; without success; his legs were pressed down by the Espada propped on them and next his hands (somehow unable to even form a spirit bow) were quickly immobilized and brought above his head by stronger hands. Ishida squeezed his eyes shut as his oxygen reserves were being used up.
He realized in horror, that he was currently being sexually abused by Szayel Aporro Granz.
When the Octava Espada ended his kiss, Ishida reeled his head to the side to gulp for breath, before he started to thrash against his captor again, in earnest.
"Let go! LET GO!" he screamed hysterically, breathing heavily.
Szayel feared the teen was going into hyperventilation, so he locked their mouths again while he continued to tie Uryuu's hands up with one of the teen's striped neckties. When he was finished he drew back and started to tightly affix them with scarves to the legs of the bed. [Uryuu's bed has no bedpost]
"Wait. Wait! What the hell are you doing?" Uryuu bellowed. "Let me go; let me go this instance!"
Having strapped his Quincy sufficiently, the pink-haired scientist laid a finger on the teen's lips.
"Ssh. Relax, Uryuu."
Ishida regarded the Espada as the psychopath he obviously was.
"Relax? How can I relax? Release me. NOW!" he snarled.
The pink-haired man shook his finger at him.
"First you have to listen to me."
The teen bucked again, but since he couldn't move very well he just stared defiantly at him, eyes fiery.
Seeing that he had the brunet's attention, at last, Szayel swiftly straddled him, bringing forth another panicked expression.
"Calm down. I am not going to hurt you…well, maybe a little…But! I promise you, you will like it." His reassuring smile wasn't comforting the teen, it appeared. He was struggling with all his might against his restraints.
Szayel Aporro thought it wise not to tell the teen how arousing that display of vulnerability was to the pink-haired scientist. It was very hard to quell the heat coiling in his loins, as he didn't want it to come to an end so fast.
At least, the Quincy got his panic under control, blue orbs back at stabbing him with icy stares. Without the glasses, however, they looked more like two dancing blue flames.
"I don't know what your sick mind came up with, but I can assure you, I won't like it", he said through gritted teeth. "Especially not when I'm bound!"
"Really?" the pink-haired scientist asked, bringing his face down and licking a spot on the archer's taut neck, the Quincy hissing at the jolt of pleasure; Szayel chuckled as he worried the damp skin with his teeth, seeing the teen's Adams apple bop. He lifted his head to gaze with his eerie eyes at the flustered boy.
"I think you're enjoying this already, Uryuu. You are always trying so hard to keep in control, but secretly, you're longing for a possibility to let go. You need someone you can entrust with that control."
Ishida was getting dizzy from the Octava Espada's hands idly stroking his stomach, stopping just short of touching his crotch and the Quincy was horrified to find his cock stirring up.
"Well, I evidently can't trust you", he said, voice stumbling slightly over his words.
"You can trust me, Uryuu. And I will give you whatever you want, tonight", the pink-haired Espada cooed. "Just name it and I will indulge you. You decide", he murmured while nuzzling into the crook of the teen's neck.
"Then I want you to release me," Ishida tried, not surprised to hear the other chuckle.
"There is only one problem with that, Uryuu", Szayel replied, lifting a finger in front of Ishida's eyes, smiling wickedly. "There is a discrepancy between what you say you want", the finger stroked down his lips, "and what you really want." Mesmerized Ishida followed the finger's movement as it travelled down his body and then touched the bulge of his pants, his prick showing instant interest at the first contact of the Espada, throbbing with anticipation.
Oh shit, the Quincy archer gulped, his mouth going dry.
"And I think I'll comply with your body; because deep down, you know that it's right."
"My body only tells you that it's horny", Uryuu countered weakly, mortified by his own reaction.
Szayel snorted amused.
"True, your teenage body may react quicker than that of an adult, but it still wouldn't react the same way with everybody."
The pink-haired man's point was proven when he sat back on his haunches and pulled his turtleneck over his head, the sight of the self-confident Espada's naked torso sending another electric jolt straight to Ishida's groin, hands twitching in their confinement.
Szayel lasciviously crawled upwards until he smirked down at Uryuu's face, framed by tousled pink locks.
Enough with the talk. Time to play, he thought, stealing a short but deep kiss from the unprepared teen, leaving behind a string of saliva when he started to lick down Ishida's jawline. The Espada's hands were combing through black silk tresses as his mouth found the zipper for the top of Uryuu's pyjamas. Taking it between his teeth, he pulled it down, laying his Quincy's chest bare. Ishida yelped at the cold breeze reaching his skin, but was too breathless to voice his complains otherwise.
Roaming over the torso rising up and down with Uryuu's erratic breaths, heated orange eyes were instantly captivated by that pentacle scar. But when he outlined it with his fingers, he got a sharp-pressed "Don't" from the Quincy, so he decided to pay attention to those enticing nipples instead, already half-erect from the cold air.
Ishida felt like his whole body was on fire, short-breathed and dazzled by a fever, so when Szayel took first one then the other nipple into his hot mouth, licking and sucking them, before exposing them to the chilly air again, rubbing and twitching them into firm little perks he involuntarily exhaled a loud "Aah" into the silence, in a tone he had never heard come out of his mouth before. Mortified he bit his lip to seal off any further shouts, not able to squelch his grunts and whimpers, as Szayel continued his torture downwards, French kissing his navel next.
He was shocked when he was suddenly mouthed through his pyjama pants, wanting to make Szayel end this but only managing an undignified "St- haa-". Not able to hold still he instinctively lurched up with his rump which only resulted in more pressure to his pounding cock. Hitting his head into his pillow he scrunched up his face in frustration. Inside his head he was screaming for the Octava Espada to stop already while simultaneously commanding him to go faster, damnit.
Szayel chuckled into the Quincy's crotch at the boy's reaction, making the oversensitive archer quiver. Massaging Uryuu's hardening length through the thin material of his pants, the Octava Espada was impressed to feel his own dick straining in his pants. He hurried to loosen the boy's pant's string and then slipped both pants and underpants down in one move, Uryuu gasping loudly as his cock was bobbing free, already standing half-erect and glistening with pre-cum. Szayel had to press a hand into his crotch to not lose it at the most delicious sight. His pale and sweating Quincy lying trembling and helpless presented naked before him as if on a silver plate, mouth wide open to get enough air into his lungs and face contorted in an attempt to keep at least the resemblance of control, while he already had a dripping erection from Szayel Aporro Granz.
"Look, Uryuu. Your cock is already leaking." At Szayel's instruction, Ishida opened deep blue eyes and strained his head to gaze down at himself, turning a deeper shade of red that even reached to his shoulder.
"It looks so delectable. What should I do about it, I wonder…"
Ishida thought his mind was already too far gone, but as Szayel locked hungry and mischievous eyes with flickering blue one's, he knew what the pink-haired man was about to do.
"No, w-wai-…"
As the Octava Espada suddenly went down on him and took the full length of Ishida's cock into his mouth, licking the pre-cum from the head and pushing the tip of his tongue into the slit, the only thing preventing the dark-haired teen from impaling the Espada's head with his prick was the pink-haired man's hand holding his legs down.
The Quincy arched up, eyes and mouth wide open in a silent scream, as the Octava Espada bobbed up and down, up and down with hollowed cheeks, and Uryuu's vision bleached out at the edges as he came, spurting hot semen into Szayel's waiting mouth.
While the pink-haired scientist swallowed around the teen, milking him through his climax, he fumbled to get his own swollen cock out, barely stroking the shaft before he reached his own peak, coming over his hand and onto Uryuu's bed.
Wiping away the sticky white substance from his hands and the corner of his mouth, Szayel looked down on the result of his session.
The dark-haired teen was still twitching here and there, but all in all he looked delightfully boneless from the Espada's blowjob, embarrassment forgotten for the moment.
The teen had no idea this had only been the beginning.
Grinning Szayel bent over to reach for the bag, fishing out a tube and a leather item.
"Ready for the next part?" he asked the Quincy and let him have a taste of his own cum by kissing him leisurely. Though a little sluggish, the teen even kissed back with a moan.
Still conscious. Good.
Grabbing a pillow, Szayel shoved it under Uryuu's slack body, giving him a good view of the teen's firm, round ass. The dark-haired archer blinked his eyes at the new position, warning the Espada, that he had to hurry up a little.
Uncapping the tube he spread a generous amount of a slick consistency on his fingers. Slipping one finger between the kid's cheeks he found the puckered ring of muscles at the entrance.
Ishida automatically went stiff and gasped as he felt something prodding at his asshole. Looking down he made out his flaccid cock and became aware of his rump propped up on something soft. And behind that Szayel Aporro crouched between the archer's spread legs, the picture ringing alarm bells in the teen's head. Trying to move his hands to retrieve his glasses from the nightstand, he realized they were still bound behind him. When one of the Octava Espada's fingers started to push its way past his sphincter he came out of his sex-induced stupor with a shock.
"Wait! Stop!" he yelled, trying to close his thighs. This was going too far. "I don't want that!" He felt his wrists chafe as he pulled as hard as he could against the binding, the position of his rear in the air making it hard to move his legs. "You promised!"
"I promise, this will be even better than the blowjob."
But Uryuu wouldn't hear any of it.
"No. No. I don't want that. Don't do that!"
"If you won't relax, it will only be worse, Uryuu", the Octava Espada reasoned with the high-strung teen, contemplating for a moment to stop when he saw the frantic eyes of the brunet, but then he braved himself and forcefully shoved the whole finger inside, being sucked in by the Quincy's tight heat the moment he breached the opening.
Ishida felt a burn all the way in, his eyes starting to water from the sudden intrusion and his scream caught in his throat, leaving him gasping as Szayel reminded him to breathe. The Quincy had encountered worse pain, but this was no pure physical pain. He flashed pure hatred at his captor and soon to be rapist.
"I don't know why you think I could possibly enjoy being fucked by a Hollow, but if you don't take that out of me right now, I am going to kill you. You won't get away with this, do you hear me? By the honour of-"
Wriggling the finger inside the tight tunnel of his lover, Szayel had found what he had been looking for, instantly shutting up the Quincy's tirade, drawing a high-pitched howl out of the virgin boy as he nudged the sensitive gland, starting to stroke the sweet spot up and down, sending Uryuu into a thrashing fit. The brunet didn't know what to do with those intense surges of pleasure, rolling through his nervous system and sparking a new flame in his loins. His spent cock showed renewed interest, his balls contracting as they were cupped by the Octava Espada's free hand, the pink-haired sadist tumbling them while he slowly inserted a second finger.
The new pain damped Uryuu's pleasure a little, but as two fingers scissored and stretched his tunnel and never failed to pass his prostrate in the process, his prick kept throbbing bigger, all the cursing and threatening in vain.
"You can scream as load as you want tonight, Uryuu. Nobody will hear you." The pink-haired scientist snickered as he added the last finger, easily sliding in and out of the slicked heat by now. He watched giddily as the Quincy's shaft became erect enough to use his second acquirement from the sextoy-shop.
The pink-haired Espada extracting his fingers made Uryuu turn his gaze from the ceiling to his captor. With drawn eyebrows he watched as Szayel picked up a tangle of leather, wondering about the usage of something like that, when the sadist started to twist it around his rigid cock, strapping it tight with a final stroke of his finger from balls to head.
"What? Is that..? Oh god, no."
The gaze Uryuu strained at Szayel was priceless.
It was a mix between fury, beseech, anguish, and unmistakable lust.
"That is a good look for you, Uryuu", he chuckled, capturing the endearing teen in another kiss. The Quincy attempted to stay unmoved but when the Octava Espada let his weeping length rub against Ishida's restricted one, he started moaning into the Espada's hot cavern, his thirsty throat welcoming the wet assault, as he felt his prick getting painfully tight.
Szayel then leaned up, bending over Ishida with only their crotches touching, the pink-haired man straining his neck backwards at the delicious friction, purring.
He looks gorgeous, Ishida thought unbidden, only admitting his awe at that moment.
Because after that the anger came back full force.
Szayel reluctantly went back onto his haunches, withdrawing his swollen member from dripping onto Ishida's painfully throbbing one. The Quincy felt so near to climax, he tried to get back to their rubbing, but his restraints left him hanging there frustratingly.
"Mmh…" Szayel sighed contently. "You have no idea how much I would love to pound that lovely tight ass of yours right now. But I fear I might tear you apart with my eagerness; and besides, this whole project is about making you admit your need for me. So, Uryuu, this won't be over until you beg me to fuck you."
"What?...What if I don't- I still don't want you?" Ishida praised himself for even thinking straight enough to articulate two words.
"Oh, but you already do, Uryuu. But as long as you won't acknowledge it…" he tapped a finger to the Quincy cock's head. "..you won't find your fulfilment. That cock-ring is specially designed and can only be removed by me, so either you give in or you die of extended denial of a satisfying climax."
"You can't be serious!" the stunned teen voiced his doubts, but the orange eyes of Szayel just stared down at him, revealing the truth in his words. "So, you're forcing me after all", the betrayed brunet snarled, trying to kick his captor but failing.
"I knew it! I won't give into you, you bastard. Sooner or later someone will come here-"
"I made this room sound and reiatsu-proof and you're estranged from your friends. So that will take a long time. You won't last that long, Uryuu."
Ishida stubbornly turned his head aside, trying to will his erection down, feeling a little triumphal when the throbbing became more bearable.
"I knew you would make this hard on yourself", he heard Szayel sigh. "That's why I also acquired this. To make it quick."
Ishida didn't want to look at the naked and aroused Espada but he had to see what the other meant. His eyes widened when he recognized the new item as a vibrating dildo.
In horror the Quincy could only shake his head, mouth working soundlessly as Szayel lubricated the revolting thing and brought it to his slick, dripping entrance. He tried to get away from the pink-haired scientist, but the Espada held him in place, as he positioned the blunt subject at the muscled ring at his entrance, pushing it slowly and agonisingly into the tight tunnel, the chafing uncomfortable enough to at least bring down his erection a little. When it was all in, stretching the Quincy to the fullest, the pink-haired sadist pushed a button and Ishida gasped as the rubber-toy started to move inside his ass, vibrating against That spot in agonising speed, making Ishida spasm in his restraints and building a first orgasm in no time, Ishida hitting his head into the mattress as he experienced a climax without release, leaving his cock throbbing painfully against the god-damn cock-ring.
Out of the corner of watering eyes he saw the Octava Espada watching him closely.
"This proves nothing, Espada. I'll just hate you more!..Aaah!"
Twisting in his restraints just drove the dildo deeper, a second orgasm coiling in his balls, also stopped from erupting by the pressure on his base.
The hands cradling Ishida's head felt mercifully cool then.
Szayel's orange eyes looked really concerned as he stared down at Ishida.
"I comprehend your honour as a Quincy, Uryuu. That's why you would rather die before letting yourself be coaxed into a false love. So if you tell me you want me, you won't be lying to yourself. I don't expect you to love me, Uryuu. Just be honest. Tell me you would enjoy sex with me. No further commitments."
When the third climax wrecked his body, winding him so tight he thought his dick would explode, Szayel was still holding Ishida's head and gazing down into his eyes, catching the teen's full attention.
The Quincy really had wanted to cling to his hatred and anger, to at least die proud; but seeing himself reflected in those orange orbs he suddenly lost sight of his rage and became conscious of something he had buried so deep inside himself that he had really thought he'd never had it to begin with.
Even doing this to him, he still didn't want to really kill the Octava Espada.
Not this version, at least; the one, that cared so openly for him; for he could see the sincerity in the pink-haired man's eyes.
He realized with a start that he really felt attracted to the man.
And he didn't want to die because of a lie.
…
At that exact moment it didn't matter any longer that it might not be love, or that it was 'wrong'.
All that mattered in that instance was that…
"I-I want you, Szayel Aporro Granz."
Ishida was surprised how true those words felt, how natural it felt to succumb to the other man, just going with the flow of the moment.
The pink-haired man smiled at the teen's perfect submission.
The vibrating vanished, the intruding object shortly after, discarded to the ground as Szayel hastily smeared some lubricant over his re-grown erection, aligning his cock with his panting Uryuu's puckered hole, the boy's restrained dick bobbing at the movement, pre-cum starting to make its way downwards towards the teen's taut chest and nipples.
Never losing eye contact, he nudged at the archer's entrance with the head of his dick, Ishida's whimper a silent plea, and he plunged into the glorious tight heat of his Quincy, pushing in until his balls were squished into Uryuu's soft but firm globes, both arching into the most intimate touch; the warmth of Szayel's throbbing prick filling out Ishida's passageway felt heavenly after the blunt and brutal cold dildo. It still hurt a little, but the need had become bigger.
Ishida was startled when all of a sudden Szayel loosened the scarves binding his hands to the bed and seized him by the waist, turning their positions, the dark-haired teen now sitting on top of the Octava Espada, cock even slipping deeper, making Ishida gasp. Leaning up on one elbow the pink-haired man cupped Ishida's cheek and kissed him softly.
"I love you, Uryuu. Make me come."
The worn out raven-haired teen could only stare, unsure of what he was meant to do, but then Szayel let his hand slip onto the teen's waist, gripping it and starting to thrust upward, his grunting joining a gasp from Ishida at the sensation.
Insatiable Espada!, he wanted to shout in indignation but had to use all his energy to prop himself on his still necktie-bound hands to start heaving himself up and down on shaky legs, riding the pink-haired man's burning prick. Try as he might he couldn't avoid jamming the other's dick into his prostrate, though, feeling like he was slowly killing himself as he felt the next climax build inside his groins.
But he was urged on by the look of Szayel's expression, feeling high at the man's smouldering eyes appraising him.
Szayel saw Uryuu reaching his limit, and seeing those wanton deep blue pools, he felt his own orgasm nearing. He let his hand dance over the cock-ring and it sprang open.
He howled the black-haired teen's name as he came with one last thrust deep inside the youth, feeling the Quincy's own multiple-orgasm exploding; the teen answered with his own scream, tightly squeezing the Espada's erection and milking him as he sprouted his semen all over Szayel.
The pink-haired man kept Ishida in balance, grabbing the teen's hips tightly as he felt his own cum dripping out of Uryuu's tight hole and over his balls, his cock slowly softening and slipping out of the teen. As Szayel also lost his energy, Ishida just dipped forward, landing in the puddle of his own sticky cum, smearing his front and face, even marring his hair.
But Uryuu couldn't be bothered.
Because, after seeing stars explode before his eyes, the Quincy had fallen unconscious.
Szayel wrapped his lover up in his arms, stroking the other's hair and riding on after-sex bless.
Let the poor boy recover.
The pink-haired Espada would care about the aftermath.
TBC
AN: Oh, my god!
And I mean in many ways. I would never have thought I would write such a long chapter (this being the second part(!) of one uberlong chapter;). And with half of it being smut once again, nonetheless!O.o Also, this is some heavy stuff, guys (not that I haven't read much worse); but on the other hand, Szayel without a little dark isn't really interesting, now, is he? (Don't worry. They will both live^^ And I have so much fluff in this story to make up for this, right?;)
Since this was actually the first scene I thought of when thinking of a SzayelIshi story you could call this the core of this whole story (actually were right in the middle of this story). I had everything developed with this in the back of my mind (so what now? *lol*).
By the way, I think the song "Bush – The Chemicals Between Us" is a good theme song for SzayelIshi (though in my story they get a happy end;)
I'm really curious as to your reactions, so don't leave me hanging. I want to see three digits at the reviews next week, guys;)
Stay tuned for next time, when Szayel gets the chance to prove himself again by caring for our exhausted Quincy; Grimmjow and Ichigo will also be there, their friends getting into the secret.
Bye bye
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PS: Once again thanking PurebloodSlytherin, who had to correct the worst mistakes, because I wrote the last eight pages half-asleep^^;
You know those moments when you can't stop reading in the middle of a smex-part and got to bed too late? Well, I can't stop writing in the middle of a smex-part, either;p
OMAKE
Grimmjow: I think you killed him, Szayel.
Szayel *wails*: Oh, nooooooooo~ /OoO\ And he finally admitted he loved me.
Grimmjow: Did not….But, hey! What a way to go! How I'd like to go down with my cock up someone's ass… *dreamy*
Ichigo: Don't you die on me, or I'll get Inoue to bring you back… and kill you myself.
Ichigo: By the way. If Ishida died, he probably got to Soul Society. So, no worries.
Szayel: Really?
x
Renji: Ishida?
Renji: I knew Ichigo would get you killed first.
Ishida *mumbling*: Quincy archer hates you.
x
[Alternative Ending:]
Aizen: Ishida Uryuu. Don't tell me you had sex with a Hollow.
Ishida *blushing* : Please, tell me this is only a stopover to Soul Society.
Aizen: Alas, not. Care to join my crazy tea party?
Aizen: We've got cookies.
Ishida *glasses glinting*: … Tell me more.