Author's Note: I don't know what happened - but I suddenly got struck with the urge to update Hanging on the Edge. I promised in the Author's Note for another of my one-shots that I was going to update this soon, so here you are, as I promised! I actually got around to it a little later than I had originally intended, but here it is now. This is the first "dead" fic I've attempted to revive, so hopefully, if you all keep reviewing, I'll be encouraged to continue updating this one until it's finally finished.I know it's been a long time since the last update, so I'm sorry if you find yourself having to reread some things because you forgot what was going on! Oh yes. I also promised rated M material for this chapter a while back - so, enjoy yourself with the lemon/rape ahead. You have been warned.
"So tell me, Hitsugaya-kun," Aizen began with a pleasant smile, "How exactly did you ask Ichigo-kun to come here?"
"I didn't."
"Oh? So you expect me to believe that he came on his own accord?"
Since having last seen Ichigo, Hitsugaya had been dragged off by the wrist, with Aizen claiming that he had been naughty and no longer deserved to stay in his quarters anymore. Instead, he would be taken to Aizen's throne room, where the traitor would be able to keep an eye on him every hour of the day.
Aizen entered the room, Hitsugaya in tow.
Several Arrancar were sitting inside, as well as Ichimaru and Tosen. Aizen gave his right-hand-men each a gracious smile.
"If everyone could please leave the room," he announced calmly, "I wish to have some time alone with Hitsugaya-kun."
With several grumpy grunts, the Arrancar left the room first, followed shortly afterwards by a stony-faced Tosen and a grinning Ichimaru. Each seemed to survey Hitsugaya for a moment, who merely glared back, before finally, the room was empty.
He was alone in this impossibly large room with this impossibly sickening man.
"You want to tell me the truth yet, Hitsugaya-kun?"
"I have nothing to say to you," Hitsugaya snarled.
"I was right, wasn't I?" Aizen chuckled, "You are fond of that Kurosaki Ichigo, aren't you?"
Hitsugaya did not answer.
"But don't forget, Hitsugaya-kun," Aizen continued, pacing the room, walking slow, deliberate circles around the snow-haired boy, who was rooted to the spot in dread or fear, or even a combination of both. "You belong to me now. Not to some undeserving, clumsy substitute shinigami."
Hitsugaya remained silent.
"You know," the traitorous ruler of Hueco Mundo went on, "I've always been fascinated by you, Hitsugaya-kun. Back when I was a captain of the Gotei 13, when I heard of a mysterious child prodigy rumored to be the heavenly guardian's incarnation, I just had to see you. And I was not disappointed, you were indeed quite a pretty one. I became obsessed with you, Hitsugaya-kun. You were like a drug to me. I wanted you for myself, and that thought consumed me and even after I left Soul Society, stayed with me. I knew that one day, you would finally be mine, and only mine. And I have finally made that wish of mine come true, after so many years of watching and waiting."
The young captain shuddered in revulsion, but otherwise, did not reply.
"And since you will always be mine, Hitsugaya-kun, don't think that you will ever be able to return to Soul Society. Hueco Mundo is your home now, and as I requested of you, you will rule by my side. Don't get me wrong, Hitsugaya-kun, I do not love you, I only want you. There is a difference between lust and love that you must be aware of, as I have no qualms against harming you or killing you, should I one day tire of you. However, there is still one problem...I need your powers."
He glanced at Hitsugaya, whose eyes seemed to be glued to the floor.
"Say you love me," Aizen commanded, his voice hardening, "Just three words, Hitsugaya-kun. Three words, and you won't have anything more to fear."
Hitsugaya looked at him, unafraid. He met Aizen's stony gaze with his own fierce eyes, his jaw clenched defiantly.
"I do not love you."
An unpleasant, unamused smile appeared on the lips of the ex-captain of the fifth division.
"Your heart may not belong to me, but your body and your soul do," he answered smoothly, "You have nothing left, Hitsugaya-kun. Tell me you love me, and I assure you that from this point forward, you will have everything you want and need."
Hitsugaya was quiet.
"Not in the mood to talk, are we?"
The smile gone from his face, Aizen reached out, grasping the boy's chin, jerking it roughly upwards, forcing him to look him in the eyes. "Say it," he commanded again, his voice hard and impatient. "Say it now."
Hitsugaya remained silent.
His lips pursed in impatience, Aizen grabbed Hitsugaya by the wrists, pulling him to the wall and pushing him against the stone. Before he could utter a single protest or make any move to get away, the child prodigy found his wrists in chains, restrained to the wall.
"You won't be quiet for much longer, Hitsugaya-kun," Aizen announced evenly, pulling Kyoka Suigetsu from its sheath. "I'll give you one more chance. Say you love me."
With an angry snarl, Hitsugaya did little to answer other than spitting at Aizen's feet.
The man's eyes flashed with cold fury.
"I understand. So, you want to do it the hard way then."
He reached to Hitsugaya's waist, giving the fabric a hard pull. The material ripped effortlessly, exposing the pale thighs to the chill of the room. Hitsugaya shuddered, back pressed against the wall, his breath coming out softly and fearfully.
With a satisfied smile, Aizen held the katana to the porcelain complexion, pressing the edge of the blade downwards with his index finger. The metal bit into the skin, blood instantly welling to the surface and trickling down the length of the boy's trembling legs.
Hitsugaya let out a short gasp of pain, but nothing more, his teeth clenched tightly.
The brown-haired man increased the pressure on the blade, now pressing down with two fingers. The prodigy whimpered softly, back pressed tightly against the wall and wrists straining at the chains that held him. With cruel, deliberately slow speed, Aizen dragged the blade oh-so-slowly towards the left, leaving a deep red cut that got longer by the moment.
"Say it."
Hitsugaya shook his head fiercely, a small cry falling from his lips. He squeezed his eyes shut, not daring to look at the sadistic, pleased expression on his captor's face. It hurt terribly, but he was not going to give in. He would not say those words that would seal his fate.
With a snort of disgust, Aizen slapped Hitsugaya roughly across the face, the sound of the impact ringing through the empty, cold gray room.
Panting, Hitsugaya slowly and reluctantly opened his eyes, glancing at Aizen.
The man's face was contorted with some strange, sickening kind of anger that frightened the prodigy.
"Fine, then, I suppose this method of torture isn't enough for someone as stubborn as you," Aizen ground out, his voice eerily quiet and cold. It was enough to scare Hitsugaya out of his wits, and he wondered what was in store for him next.
With another swift movement, Aizen gave the fabric of the kimono another violent pull, baring the boy's hips and what little was still being covered by cloth on his legs for all to see.
"Wh-What are you doing!?" Hitsugaya spluttered, horrified, his eyes wide with terror as the kimono slipped softly from his shoulders and downwards towards his elbows. He felt Aizen gripping his waist, and with a fearful whimper, he tried to turn away.
"Relax, Hitsugaya-kun," Aizen whispered into his ear, "Why don't we have some fun with this?"
"No!" he yelped, wriggling furiously, a disgusted and fearful shudder running down his spine as he felt the man's hot breath skirting accross his neck and shoulders, setting the flesh aflame with pure horror. "D-Don't!"
"All you have to do is say those three words."
"Never."
"Then don't you tell me what to do and what not to do."
A shuddering gasp fell from the delicate lips as the terrified boy felt the larger pair of hands running from his shoulders down the rest of his body. He squirmed uncomfortably, whimpering pitifully. "No..."
He squeezed his eyes shut again, as the hands dipped lower, lower than he would ever want them to be.
"You had this coming, Hitsugaya-kun," Aizen murmured, stroking the snowy locks in mock affection.
Vaguely, through his own frightened, ragged breathing, Hitsugaya could hear a second pair of garments falling quietly to the floor, then hot, sticky skin uncomfortably against his own cold complexion, a feeling he had never known, and never wanted from this man. He bit down on his tongue to stop himself from cryong out at the unwanted touch, the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth.
Then, pain erupted through the small body.
The emerald eyes shot open in agony, and Hitsugaya choked back a scream as the older man tore mercilessly into him.
"S-Stop it..." he managed to gasp out, his face flushed red with humiliation and his body trembling with fear, his throat raw and his breathing labored. His hair clung to his face with perspiration, and his eyes, once again, were squeezed tightly shut, trying in vain to block out the excruciating pain. He struggled pitifully, trying in vain to get away from him.
"What's the matter?" Aizen murmured, "Still won't make any noise, hmm?"
He thrust inwards again, more forcefully, earning a sharp cry from the smaller boy. Slowly, but surely the cries welled into screams as the traitor, pleased with the results of his actions, slammed into the smaller body again and again.
"No more...please, no more..." Hitsugaya gasped out between sobs. Dignity be damned. That had been lost long ago. He never imagined that he would ever be in a position that he would have to beg the man he hated more than anyone, but it was happening now, and it was terribly, painfully, real.
"And why not? Just imagine I'm Ichigo-kun," came the amused reply accompanied by a dark chuckle.
The young prodigy shuddered in revulsion. How could he even be expected to compare the two? Ichigo would never do anything to hurt him. Aizen did what Ichigo would not for the sake of his own amusement and satisfaction.
Finally, after what seemed like hours of unbearable pain, Hitsugaya felt his body go numb as he reached his limit, dully registering the sickening sensation of fluid trickling down his bare legs as Aizen pulled out of him at last. Weakly, the boy sunk to the floor, too exhausted to move. Standing over him, Aizen calmly redid his own robes as if nothing had happened before kneeling downwards, a hand resting on Hitsugaya's flushed face.
"Say it."
Hitsugaya opened his lips, but no sound came from them, his throat hoarse from screaming.
"Well? I'm waiting."
"I...will never...love you," he breathed out, his voice barely above a whisper.
Aizen was quiet. "I suspected as much," he spoke as he stood, "But it doesn't matter. If your heart still belongs to Ichigo-kun...then I'll just have to work that little loophole into my plan, won't I? I'm a smart man, Hitsugaya-kun...and I will have your power."
Author's Note: Ugh, my second lemon. It was freaking hard to write. Sorry I didn't go into extreme detail, I'm not really comfortable with that. But anyway, I'll start working on the next chapter, so tell me what you thought about this one.