A/N: Its some Hichixren time! I know outta nowhere. Our devout friends are trying to figure out to reach a shattered Ichigo and show him that what has happened was wrong. And what better way then proving that sex isn't just about dominance. LEMON warning.
Chapter Ten
His Sideways World
There was more than a small amount of tension in the room as Urahara led both Renji and Grimmjow to lay down beside Hichigo. Hichigo glanced back and forth between all three of them, then to the "audience" they had. Yumichika, Ikkaku, Rukia, Uryu, Inoue and Chad all stood at the other end of the room, fascinated.
"Fuck, man, buncha goddamned voyeurs," Hichigo muttered.
Urahara clapped to get his subjects' attention. "Okay this may take a couple tries to accomplish, so I may have to make some adjustments to the equipment. Renji, Grimmjow, this isn't safe for either of you. Ichigo's going to fight the intrusion, and I don't know what you'll see when you go in there. Hichigo, keep your temper in check as best you can."
The black and gold eyes rolled up into the face they all knew so well in a way that vaguely resembled the owner of the body.
"Whatever, coy bastard. Let's get it on," he said flopping his head back.
There were some wires and some electrodes and a bunch of chanting above him but Hichigo just wanted to get back into the inner world and see Ichigo again. He missed him and that stupid scowl.
It seemed like the world tilted and Hichigo stood in the familiar landscape, rain pouring and halfway submerged. Beside him, Grimmjow and Renji nearly stumbled realizing they were standing on the side of a building.
"Wha…" Renji said, looking around him. "We're sideways?"
Hichigo shrugged. "I'm used to this, except the goddamned rain. I hate the fucking rain."
"Why's it raining?" asked Grimmjow, unsure what exactly he was supposed to do here.
Hichigo began to walk the direction he'd left Ichigo and Zangetsu. "Fucking king, man, he gets depressed it fuckin' rains. And right now the damn place is about to drown in fuckin' water it's been raining so long."
Renji and Grimmjow exchanged a look. The very tops of the buildings emerged from the water, but there really weren't that many visible. They followed him as he slipped through the window into one of the buildings remaining above water. The two larger men followed the hollow, unsure what they would find.
Inside, the black clad Zangetsu stood against the wall and stared at them. "Who is this, Hichigo? Why have they come?" he asked the pale version of Ichigo.
"Tryin' to fuckin' help the king, whaddaya think, Zan," he said and looked around. "Where the fuck is he, I thought you had him tied up in here?"
Zangetsu shook his head. "He disappeared when he sensed the intrusion. I do not know where he has gone. But expect him to fight you every inch of the way, Hichigo. Be careful. I will not manifest for you, even here."
"Got it, ossan," Hichigo said, noting the lack of a sword at his hip. "Well, fuck, let's go find the bastard."
This time, when they exited the building, they were in Karakura Town, standing beside the water. The rain was pouring down and they heard the choking sobs of a child. Renji moved forward first, followed by the others.
"Really, king, yer doin' this?" Hichigo muttered.
There was a small boy leaning over a larger body with the trademark bright orange hair. He was crying, sobbing, against the blood caked woman below him. Renji kneeled beside him and the boy looked up, brown eyes flooded with thick sadness.
"She's dead!" the boy said, choking on the sob. "I wanted to help that girl, why did Mom die? Momm…" he moaned and buried his face in the bloody hair of the woman under him.
Renji reached out to touch the boy, tousling his wet orange hair gently. "Ichigo, it hurts, but let her go," he said softly, knowing too well the loss of those he loved.
The boy's face was a mask of complete terror as he jerked his head up and scrambled back from Renji, almost into Grimmjow's lap who had kneeled down behind him. At another touch he turned his head and screamed at Grimmjow's frowning face, but Grimmjow had the boy in a tight grip, arms wrapped around his chest securely as he struggled against him. Renji moved forward, the world around them shifting as the scene changed to an empty field, and the boy was bigger, now, older, still fighting Grimmjow's touch.
"Let me go, let me go," he screamed, fighting the large arms that held him in place.
"Ichigo, it's okay, it's me, Renji, no one is going to hurt you anymore!" Renji said, placing his hands on the boy's thrashing arms.
For a second the boy, who looked about twelve years old now stopped and looked up at him with clouded eyes. Renji was captured by the look that completely unbroken Ichigo. Though clouded his eyes were set with fury and danced brightly behind the clouded sheen. So he was still in there. He wasn't too far gone yet.
Then the boy screamed, and all three, even Hichigo, fell to their knees as they felt their heads about to explode. Then, with a gasp, all three sat up in Urahara's shop. Blinking they looked at each other.
"What happened?" Renji asked, pulling the cords off his head.
Urahara looked at his read outs. "It looks like he forced you out, but at least you aren't hurt."
"We encountered a child version of Ichigo, so maybe he wasn't so strong yet," muttered Renji, rubbing his head where a headache was blooming.
Hichigo stood up and stretched. "Well, I'm bored. I'm going out."
"What, you can't just do that, what if Aizen…" started Rukia.
He fixed her with the gold and black eyes and even Rukia felt the heat rolling off that stare. "Fuck Aizen. I'm goin' the fuck out and do something to piss the king off. Maybe he'll come out if I piss him off enough."
Urahara snapped his fan open. "Hichigo, are you sure that's a good idea? You can't go devouring souls or hollows around here."
Hichigo fixed the hat and clog wearing shop owner with a hot stare. "Fuck, getabishi, I know that. I'm gonna go find someone to fuck."
With that, they watched as Ichigo's body turned to leave. Renji reached out and grabbed him by the arm.
"Oi, red pineapple, you offering to be the bottom bitch?" he asked, an orange eyebrow raised.
Renji pulled his arm back like he was stung. "Wha-"
Hichig smiled, blinking his eyes seductively at him. "Hrm, king might not mind if it was you. Don't know how he'd react to being the one topping, though," he said thoughtfully.
"Hichigo, do you think engaging in such acts is going to help after what he's been through?" Urahara asked from behind his fan, hiding the fact that his cheeks had heated up.
"Not like I'm going to be letting someone tie me down and beat me or some twisted shit. If I put him in control, maybe his sorry ass will snap out of it. Pleasure without fuckin' pain, and shit," Hichigo said rolling his eyes. Honestly, not wanting to tell him his plan.
Urahara blinked, honestly surprised at the hollow before him. He'd thought of a plan to show Ichigo that what had happened was wrong and that it could be different.
"Look, king is a beta, okay, that means that he'll never fuckin' take control. So even if he were to fuckin' come out now and take over, he'd stay a mewling fuckin' mess for who knows how long. It don't matter if it was a fuckin' man or woman, they'd be the one makin' things happen. He'd still feel that way. So I thought I'd fuckin' take the chance while I'm in charge and make him feel somethin'," Hichigo said with a sigh.
"Okay. I'll do it."
Everyone turned to look at Renji. He was staring at the floor but looked up, a harsh blush going over his face. "I'll do it if you think it'll help 'im."
Rukia visibly blanched. "Renji, you can't just…that's…you're not…"
Renji gave her a crooked grin. "Wouldn't be the first time. And Ichigo'd be pissed at all of us if this bastard got something off a hooker."
The silence that followed was nearly too much for the red-haired shinigami. "Whatever, look, I don't talk about shit like that, but I've been around a few times, Rukia," he said, turning his eyes away.
"But…but…we…" she stammered, unable to really put a coherent thought together.
He sighed. "Rukia, really? Yer gonna give me flack about this now?"
"If you fuckers don't want a real show, get the fuck out," Hichigo said, already tossing off his shirt toward the side of the room, and unbuttoning his pants.
There was a mass exodus as everyone in the room seemed to try and move as fast as they could. Rukia leaving Renji with a concerned glance.
"It's okay Rukia, I'm fine," he said as the door slapped shut.
Hichigo had shucked all but the boxer shorts already and was sitting on the floor. He glanced behind him. Grimmjow had stood against the wall, remaining unmoving. He grinned at the espada.
"Oh, SEX-ta espada's gonna stick around and watch, eh?" Hichigo nearly purred.
Outside, Yumichika, Ikkaku, Urahara, and the others were all crammed into the kitchen with the first three around the monitor where they were watching intently what was happening in the room.
Rukia frowned. "What are you doing? Turn those off! You're recording this?" Her anger was apparent.
Urahara shooshed her. "I have to make sure Hichigo doesn't hurt Ichigo with this. We'll know if he can tolerate this very soon I'm sure. I'm watching the reiatsu patterns to see if he's in distress."
Rukia grudgingly nodded then stared at Ikkaku and Yumichika. "And you two?"
Yumichika smiled softly running a hand through his hair. "I think it's quite beautiful, those two together."
Ikkaku simply grinned and waved her off. "Go away, Rukia-san," he said, pushing her lightly.
"Wait, where's the arrancar?" she asked, realizing he wasn't in the room.
"He's still in there," Urahara said, hiding a faint blush as Hichigo stripped down to his undershorts.
"Well, red pineapple, let's see what ya got," Hichigo muttered, turning away from the voyeur in the room.
"But, Grimmjow," Renji stammered.
Hichigo shrugged his thin shoulders, now more muscle showing after the intense training he'd put himself through. "Let 'im watch."
Renji blushed this time at the thought of having someone witness what he was about to do. Its for Ichigo, he thought. Nothing else they were trying was working. It made sense to him, and HIchigo knew him better than anyone, being half of his soul. He, of course, had forgotten about the fact the rooms were recorded.
"Yeah, well it's been a while since…" Renji said, pulling his shirt over his head, revealing the sculpted abdominal and pectoral muscles striped with the tattoos that made him look like some sort of tribal god.
"Since you had a fuck, or since you were on the bottom?" asked Hichigo, quirking an eyebrow.
"Ah, second," he said tightly, standing over Hichigo with his hands set on his hips.
Hichigo nodded. "How long?"
Renji tilted his head in thought. "About thirty years, I think," he said thoughtfully.
"Yer an alpha, ain'tcha?" Hichigo purred. Renji quirked an eyebrow. "I can tell, the way ya move, the idea of being the bottom don't appeal like being tha one doin' the fuckin', eh?"
Renji shrugged. It was true, he wasn't too keen on this. The one time he had done it he really hadn't liked the feeling of being out of control under someone else's power. But he was willing to do it for Ichigo. To get him back out of the self-made hell inside his own head.
"Does it matter? Ichigo needs this, you said, or are you just fuckin' around with us all?" Renji asked, suddenly hot, thinking maybe this hollow was playing them all for fools.
Hichigo was taken aback a bit, not expecting him to react this way. Well, he should know he wasn't trusted, after all. "Look, ya don't have to fuckin' do this if ya don't want. But the kid's a fuckin' virgin. I thought he'd rather fuck someone he had feelin' for than someone he didn't know yet."
Renji lifted his head slowly and stared at the black and gold eyed creature in front of him. "Feelings? He has feelings for me?"
Hichigo sighed, growing impatient. "Yes, I wasn't fuckin' making shit up when I first showed up, ya know. He just don' know how to say it to ya, or anyone else. He's confused, and now he's even more confused. Fuckin' pain and pleasure, it's all one big fuckin' way to control him. He feels dirty, used, and he don't know how to fix it, so he's fuckin' hidin'. Now fuckin' shuck the pants, red."
Renji was on his back on the floor before he knew what happened. Hichigo was fast, and he was using that even in this. Even sex, it seemed, to this creature was like a battle. He captured Renji's mouth forcing his way into it with aggression that Renji hadn't ever mustered when kissing. His hands were seemingly everywhere, running over the nooks and crannies of his chest and sides with surprising gentleness. Before he knew it, Renji was letting out a whine. Hichigo's impatient hands were ripping the jeans down over his hips and Renji wondered just when he'd unbuttoned them. In a moment they had flipped positions, Renji over Hichigo now, pressing his lips with insistence on the side of his neck, nipping and licking the skin, and it smelled just like Ichigo. Part of his heart ached, knowing that it wasn't really Ichigo who was lying under him. And he really wished it was.
Against the wall, Grimmjow could barely continue his expression. He couldn't believe what he was watching right in front of him. He'd seen plenty of hollows rut, but this, there was something incredibly arousing about watching the two men writhe in front of him, a mass of arms, lips and teeth. He kneeled down and watched, his eyes never losing their contact on the two now mostly nude males before him.
Then once again they flipped positions, Renji's hands sliding into the waistband of the too big undershorts that the possessed kid was wearing. They slid effortlessly over the too thin hipbones revealing a much larger surprise for the red headed shinigami.
"I guess I forgot to say, king's got it all the right places, eh, feral boy?" Hichigo purred, his eyes practically burning with the gold in the center.
Renji growled deep in his throat grasping the newly released member, running fingers up and down, stopping to toy with the leaking tip. Hichigo arched his back, grinning manically.
"Um, yeah, thirty years…I think you had quite some practice…" Hichigo murmured leaning backwards, leaving his hips on the red head's belly and arching his back. In one fluid motion, without even sliding backward, he yanked the older shinigami's shorts off, baring his own weeping member to the whole of the world. Or just Grimmjow and the voyeuristic shinigami standing drooling over the monitor in the next room.
Renji's eyes widened at the amazing display of flexibility and strength the man who's cock he had a tight grip on displayed. How the hell did he just do that? It was like he had no backbone… Hichio grinned wickedly.
"You think that's somethin', wait til berry-boy is under ya, if we ever coax his ass out," Hichigo muttered. Renji felt a thrill shoot up his spine.
-Ichigo's Inner World-
Ichigo blinked, a slow thick blink, had he been dreaming or had he seen Renji and…and Grimmjow? What the hell were they doing here? No one could get to him here except Zangetsu and Hichigo. He was slightly disturbed by a barely contained moan that escaped his lips suddenly. He slapped his hand over his mouth. What the hell? He realized his whole body was on fire. Wait, was he back there again, was he doing those awful things again? No, no he didn't feel like he was. No, this was different. His heart wasn't clenched in fear. He felt a rush of pleasure go through him and he couldn't stop the moan from escaping again.
What was Hichigo doing?
Zangetsu stood a little off, watching Ichigo carefully. He had no problem intervening if this course of action was counterproductive like trying to restrain him had been. He was pleasantly surprised to see Ichigo confused, but not freaking out. So he wasn't so far closed off that he had cut himself off completely from the outside world. That was good, at least. That left some thread of hope. But this risky course of action that he had agreed with Hichigo on would either widen that thread of hope, or snap it completely.
Ichigo's head was on fire and spinning. He felt ghosts of touches, sending vibrations through his entire core. The building he was laying against seemed to have a little less water around it, and the sky had lightened, just a bit. He sat shakily, and let the sensations wash over him from the outside world. For the first time, though, there was no fear in the pleasure. No horror, no shame, nothing that made him want to curl into a ball and die. Then he let the outer world slowly come into focus so he could see, not just feel, the warm reiatsu and arms that was surrounding him. It felt, feral, primal, and it was flowing into him like a crushing torrent that soothed his tortured soul. There was no malice in this reaitsu, only deep warmth.
Those strange black and gold eyes were closed tightly, having fully seated himself into the warmth that Renji had willingly offered him. Renji's hands gripped him furiously and tightly, and Hichigo moaned into the man's red hair, waiting for him to adjust to him. Finally he laid his head back, Hichigo still clinging to his long red tresses, his eyes fully dialated. Hichigo grinned.
"Not too much for ya, red?" he purred.
"Fuck," Renji growled, "Fuckin' move, bastard."
His eyes were still shut when he felt the questioning presence inside him. Oh, maybe this would work, maybe, if even just a little. Hichigo knew that he was trying to see what was happening. This was his last shot at showing him that there were things beside pain and shame involved in the act of love. Oh god, thought the hollow. Here's the hollow's lessons on love…well, he after all didn't have a hollow hole, maybe he did have some heart in there somewhere.
"Renji," he moaned and opened his eyes locking with the dark eyes under him. "Ichi…go…coming…up…" he panted, thrusting himself into the man below him, his eyes sipping closed for a second. Renji arched back in a moan and then watched as the face above him changed, brows knitting in confusion, then those eyes opening to show brown eyes. He grinned at Ichigo, feeling him stop, his eyes wide and almost horrified.
"R-ren-j-ji…" he moaned just as he was overtaken by pleasure as Renji moved underneath him, bringing him to completion despite his shock at realizing he was on top of one of his closest friends, completely dominating and controlling him like he'd never imagined. Renji grinned, unable to last another moment. Ichigo flopped forward onto him and when he sat back up, Renji was staring at the familiar black and gold eyes.
Hichigo pulled away and rolled over on his back. "That was fuckin' good," he said with a sigh, black reiatsu flickering around him still.
Renji sat up. "I saw him and he saw me, did it work?"
Hichigo reached over and grabbed his pants, pulling them on. "We'll see. Scared the fuck outta him to see you like that, though."