Okay, I suppose you've all been good kids, well good enough. So here is the promised chapter 13 with the smut people have been asking about since chapter 3. I even did it so without it is the normal chapter length and then added the rest, so it's a total of two thousand words longer than the minimum of four thousand. Anywho, better still review people, or I'll be sad. And as always thanks to those who did
Also for those of you who do not care for the smut, and I know you're out there, the cut version of the chapter can be found at my live journal Username: orochimaru-han cutting out the smut will make no difference on the rest of the story, in fact this chapter was written without it first then I went back in and added it. You don't need to stop reading due to this chapter if you enjoy the story and plot, and I hope you will continue.
Mayuri glanced at the reports again, tossing the papers he'd read to the side where Nemu picked them out of the air and sometimes off the floor. When the third piece out of more than twenty landed without her fingers so much as grazing it, it was obvious she wasn't up to par.
"You stupid bitch, those are important documents you're leaving on the ground." He growled, aiming a kick at her.
"Yes Mayuri-sama." She bowed, probably using her hair to hide the grimace on her face from his kick. She was too weak, as well; he'd have to fix that if he wanted her to be of any use to him.
The information he had on Inoue Orihime was little. He'd managed to observe her some while she was here in Soul Society, and less than some while she was in her own world. She was clever, and didn't use her powers often, probably trying to keep them secret. Still, he wasn't the only one to notice she had a very unique ability, and unfortunately Aizen Sosuke had gotten to her first. Hopefully, he'd done nothing to contaminate the subject.
He had no end of information on Kurosaki Ichigo, though. He was another mistake, just like the Vizards, but he was different. Mayuri'd monitored the boy's reiatsu readings for a while, just like he had watched everyone in the living world after that little visit to Soul Society. It was also very interesting that the Quincy had gained his powers back. If he weren't so boring, that might warrant looking into as well.
Mayuri did admit that he was a little interested in the boy turned Vizard, because he wasn't even that anymore. It had changed, the Hollow part becoming more pronounced, until it more resembled an Arrancar reiatsu. Similar as the two were, there were distinct differences. However, it hadn't stopped there; no, it had changed again, this time in a way that didn't match either creation.
If he denounced Kurosaki Ichigo as a Vizard, he would be treated as the others were. If he announced him as an Arrancar, Kurosaki would be hunted down and killed with the rest of them, a traitor to Soul Society for working with Aizen Sosuke. But what would he call him now? How would he be classified? Knowing the old man, it would simply be as a threat, the appropriate reaction to kill him on sight. That would be a waste- a chance for some experimentation should never be left alone.
He was still useful though; the way Abarai Renji's reiatsu had faded until it was a weak pulse, barely traceable, then how it had moved off some way and disappeared completely was a curiosity. With what he had, it was too easy to call Kurosaki a murderer. Once he had everyone's attention focused on the boy, who would notice the scientist taking in an extra experiment subject? Even if that subject had been a focus of attention not long before.
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"Hey!" Ichigo shouted, voice quickly lost in the space between the sideways structures. The dark clouds roiling across the sky were reflected in the glass panes beneath his feet. "Hey, I know you're in here! There's nowhere else for you to go!" A loud thunder clap was his only reply.
It was threatening rain, promising a torrent at any moment. Ichigo ignored it, because it reflected the anxiety he had begun to feel, and he refused to believe that the Hollow could make him feel anything but angry and annoyed. He raced along the building tops, searching in the gaps between structures as he went. It was barren. Nothing but glass and concrete. The growing shadows were ominous as they played tricks on his mind, making him see things that weren't there. Things that couldn't be there.
Where the hell could he be hiding? Why was he hiding? Had something happened that he wasn't aware of, something to cause this echoing silence? "Damn it, asshole. What the fuck is wrong with you?" One of his hands unconsciously came up to grip the hilt of his sword, the other balling into a fist so tight that his blunt nails cut into the palm of his hand.
The sky was nearly black, but still the rain held out, and Ichigo continued his frantic search. He yelled and he ran, examining every shadow in the endless expanse. Hours seemed to pass, but nothing changed, and Ichigo wasn't sure how far he'd gone, or if he'd been running in circles. He was lost in his own inner world, lost and alone.
Drained, he let himself drop, the sound of his sword hitting the concrete lost in a distant thunder clap. His breathing came in labored gasps, and his legs shook from the strain he'd put on them. All of that and for nothing. Maybe he finally was alone.
"Damn it." He muttered in a voice so low it barely reached his ears. "Damn it, damn it, damn it!" He slammed his fist into the building each time he spoke, leaving a red smear against the dark surface. The pain in his hand was a welcome distraction, giving him something else to concentrate on as he fell back, eyes staring blankly at the sideways cityscape.
The fist drops stung, given force by the wind that kicked up, whipping across the monotonous skyscrapers' surface and howling in Ichigo's ears like wicked laughter. Each drop left a black spot on the buildings until none of the original color remained, the world having become a black and desolate place.
He lay there, letting the rain come over him, soaking through his Shihakusho and leaving him cold and shivering. The world around was sucking the warmth from his bones. Lightning arced through the clouds, tracing patterns in the glass and streams of water. Each flash caused the shadows to bend and twist, reaching out as if to drag Ichigo down to hell with them, a place that existed here in his own soul.
Let them. What was there to lose now? He'd given up his freedom to save his friends, forsaking family and companions to do what only he could do. He'd shut himself off from the world, and even then he'd lost what little he'd gained from doing that. What he'd sacrificed to gain was a moody, untrustworthy, hungry soul that only worked for it's own gain and only when it felt like it.
"What am I doing?" He asked himself out loud, blinking water from his eyes, the drops lost in the water pouring over his face. He couldn't give in. Couldn't because that would destroy the last scrap of his tattered pride, the only thing he had to hold on to. Frustration, anger, confusion, hopelessness... whatever it was he was feeling he'd let the sky express for him, because he wasn't allowed to do it himself.
Ichigo closed his eyes and let the rain wash over him.
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Urahara looked over the message again and shook his head. He knew what was going on, but right now was not the time to interfere. Soul Society could make their own mistakes, but this might be the one they couldn't recover from, if they went through with it. Ichigo was not someone they should add to their list of enemies- the boy was taking steps beyond what they'd seen in the past.
He hadn't missed the little mention of his former Division's part in the matter. Mayuri must have seen an opportunity for research somewhere in all this, but it wasn't as if he didn't have information on Vizards, and there would be plenty of material to spare once Aizen was dealt with. So what did he stand to gain by this? Maybe the thing Aizen had stolen?
Urahara shook his head, Mayuri couldn't be foolish enough to try for that… but he was often blinded by his own ambitions- a flaw they had in common on some points.
Luckily, he still had his contacts in Soul Society. This letter was a useful bit of information. He would keep it to himself for now; he would see where this was all going before he would decide if he wanted to correct some minor details in the information that had been handed out. He also wanted to see what Yamamoto would do, and more importantly, he wanted to see what Yamamoto was doing now. The old man kept his agenda hidden, and was very set in his ways, whatever those may be.
He snapped his fan open, covering the lower half of his face as he turned. "Okay, everyone. There's work to be done. I don't want anything getting through that barrier, either of them; Jinta, you help with that." Before he had even finished speaking they were on the move. "Oh, and Ururu, go and check on our guest. See if there's been any improvement in his condition."
The staff of his store was so hard working. He couldn't be more proud of them sometimes.
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It was quiet, all for but the sound of the rain. It had been like this for a while- he couldn't tell how long anymore. It was dark and wet, except for the occasional lightning flash that was so bright, he could see them even through his closed eyes, cracking through the air close enough that each one left him deaf for a few moments.
"Oi, how long are you going to lie there like that?"
Ichigo wasn't sure he'd heard right, or if he was hearing things, or if it was the storm playing more tricks on his already strained mind. He closed his eyes tighter, trying to will his mind back toward sanity.
"Hey, I'm talking to you," The voice persisted, strangely clear, though he couldn't hear his own breathing over the sound of the drumming rain. "Don't cause such a scene and then act like you don't know I'm talking to you. I'll fucking kill you and get it over with." Something jabbed him hard in the side.
He cracked open his eyes, water running into them and blurring his vision. Still, he could make out the stark white form leaning over his, and the two black holes that had to be eyes. "Where have you been?" He grumbled, sitting up.
"Trying to think of the best way to deal with an idiot." The Hollow plopped down next to him, resting his chin in one hand. His normally white hair looked light grey from the water plastering it to his head. He frowned at Ichigo, looking him over like a piece of meat at the butcher shop. "Not exactly an easy task."
"So you decided to disappear. Did it work?" Ichigo spat. He'd sat there letting his mind drift for so long he'd forgotten his anger, but it was very quickly coming back.
Black and gold eyes narrowed into a sharp glare. "That's what I'm here to find out. I should just kill you, since you didn't get the message the first time. I'm feeling kind today though, and not just hungry, so I'll give you half a chance."
"What message? What the hell are you talking about?"
Ichigo wasn't sure exactly what happened, but the next thing he knew he was on his back again and the Hollow was sitting on his chest, hands planted on either side of Ichigo's head, using his knees to pin Ichigo's arms to his side. Angry eyes framed in a ghostly face floated inches above his own; his skin nearly burned from the Hollow's breath against it, the rain having sucked away all his warmth. "Now, we're going to have a little talk, and if you don't understand by the time I get fed up with this I'm just going to kill you, because you're too damned stupid to let live."
Ichigo struggled against the Hollow, but he couldn't get the leverage to throw him off. "Get off of me." He growled through gritted teeth, trying to wiggle one of his hands free to get to the sword underneath him.
"No. Look at yourself! I could kill you now and have everything here for myself. So you just stay put. You're too weak to do anything else." A smirk twisted across black lips, but it was bitter and lacking in any sort of mirth. "You were so easy to tear down. I should have tried this from the start."
Ichigo stopped struggling, deciding that at least if he pretended to relax, the Hollow might let his guard down enough to show an opening. "Fine. What the hell do you have to say that couldn't be said days ago?"
"What I've been saying from the start, Aibou." The last word was a mockery. "That if you want my power you've got to play by my rules. It's not like I just say 'oh here, take what you need'. 'S not how this works."
"I have been playing by your rules; I haven't even come close to breaking your fucking contract. I've been so careful you couldn't find a loophole if you tried." Ichigo had been jumping at shadows to make sure there wasn't any excuse. And he would keep his word if the bastard kept his, but, just as he should have guessed, it wasn't looking that way.
"Oh, no, you've been real good. Not letting anyone touch you but me, but you seemed to forget what else I said." He leaned forward so their foreheads touched, voice lowering to a whisper. "If you're going to use my power, then you're going to belong to me. That means you don't get to tell me to leave you alone, or keep my hands off you; no, it means I'm the only one who gets to and you don't have a fucking say in the matter."
Ichigo shifted uncomfortably, more than one argument coming to mind, but he let the Hollow talk.
"I said something else too, you might remember it from that fight with that ugly blue haired guy that likes you so much." The fight with Grimmjow had been the only real one they'd had so far, the first and only time they'd actually worked together. "I'm sure you remember the little discussion we had then. Or you should remember, but I can't underestimate the power of your stupidity."
Ichigo did remember- the Hollow had been pissed off because he'd been calling on his powers the same way he'd done before. So he'd taken control and told Ichigo to work with him or he'd let him die. "I remember it."
"Oh, good. Then you remember that you're not just using me in this. I'm not here to be used by anyone, especially not you. I'll help you if I damn well please, but you seem to have missed the message." He sat up, tilting his face towards the darkened sky. "This is my world, the whole of it. Everything I know, I know through you, and I know everything about you, but nothing else." He glanced back at Ichigo, looking down his nose at him. "Now, I should be your world, you should only know what I know, you should only know things through me. If you want an equal share in power, you should have an equal share in suffering, and I should have my share of freedom."
"How do you expect me to give you that? I can't just let you do whatever you want; how do I know you won't murder people in their sleep?" This was ridiculous. Hadn't he already given up his freedom to this psycho? What else was he going to demand? "I let you have your say, but you haven't given your part of the deal yet."
"I can't just give you power! It doesn't work that way. You can't try and suppress me and use my full strength at the same time. You have to let me be completely free, no restraints. You have to let me into your head, use our body as I want." For a moment the Hollow seemed as if he was going to just rip Ichigo's head off and be done with it, but his voice came back to a normal speaking level as he continued, the shifts in that otherworldly voice unnerving. "You have to trust me."
Ichigo wanted to say 'I can't' but the words caught in his throat. This was his dilemma: he couldn't just let the Hollow do whatever he wanted unchecked. That would be as good as admitting defeat and locking himself in this world while the crazy, heartless killer did what he wanted on the outside. Yet, he knew the truth of what he was hearing. A dog on a leash was far less effective at guarding a house than a dog let loose in the yard, but how would he know this one wouldn't turn and bite him instead? "It's not that easy."
"Yes it is." He shook his head, water droplets flying from his hair. The twisted expression on that pale face was a cross between murderous intent and tried patience. "For a second you were there, when you just let yourself enjoy a fight and forgot all about who and what you were fighting. You almost killed that fucker too. You should have. They were going to kill you." He was referring to the fight with the Vizard, just before he admitted to them his deal with the Hollow. The memory of that moment seemed fond to him, though Ichigo had been horrified with his actions once he realized that he could have easily been killed. "You let me in then, didn't try and hold me back." His hand came up to rest on Ichigo's throat. "I could have had it then, your body and your throne."
Ichigo swallowed. The Hollow could easily have the life choked out of him right now, and he wasn't so sure he'd be able to escape. "Why didn't you take it?"
"Because that isn't what I want right now. I've got bigger plans, and I for those I need you to stick around for a while longer." He looked back to the sky again. "The rain is letting up." Blue tongue peeked out to capture a drop of water running across his black lips. Sure enough, the clouds were less dense than before, and the heavy downpour was more of a constant drizzle. "You only listen when it's raining. That's a fucking annoying habit. You should fix it."
"I'll work on it." Ichigo offered, but at least for the moment he was sure the immediate threat to his life had passed. He didn't comment on the Hollow's inability to listen at all. Constantly making trouble, and showing up where he wasn't wanted. "But what grantee do I have that this isn't your way of getting to be King?"
He pushed his wet hair back off his forehead, giving Ichigo an unreadable look. "You don't. You can't know if anything I say here is a lie. But isn't that the point? You just have to take my word for it." A grin spread across his face, one that would have sent shivers down Ichigo's spine if he weren't already shivering from the cold. "What I want, and what I'll do to get it are things you'll just have to guess at, Aibou."
Ichigo was silent for a while, golden eyes staring at him. He'd been debating his decision since he'd made it in the beginning, but it seemed that he still had yet to really settle on an answer. Now was the time for him to choose what he was going to do, and how he was going to fight this war. Maybe it wasn't too late to go back, but as time passed the best option was to go forward. "Fine." A huge weight felt like it was lifted off his shoulders as he made his commitment. "I'll trust you."
"Good. Because I'm not giving you a choice anymore." That same twisted, wide smile that he was so used to seeing returned to the Hollows' face. The smile that Ichigo could never tell if it meant good for him or a knife in the ribs, only that the Hollow was in his equivalent of a good mood. That on its own was a scary thought. "Now I'm sick of this place. I'm getting out of here." He didn't stand or walk away; he just faded out, into reality.
It took Ichigo a moment to pull himself back together again, but then he too went back into the world, where it was warm and dry. He was still laying on his futon, just as he had been however long ago, completely dry but still shivering from the cold of the other world. It was dark, no lights on, but he could still make out the ghostly form not far from him. He practically seemed to glow in the low lighting.
The Hollow was sitting next to him like he had been earlier, but this time on the other side. "You're slow, but if you like it in there with the rain so much you don't have to come back." He titled his head to one side. "I can watch things here."
"I think I prefer it out here." He sat up, stretching his sore and unused muscles. He yawned, despite not having left his bed all day. Being in there apparently didn't equal real rest out here. "But I think I'm going to get some sleep." It was nearly pitch black, only the light from the moon and stars through the small window providing any light to see by. It had to be pretty late at night.
"Scoot over." The Hollow demanded. "Don't just take the whole bed for yourself."
"W-what?" Ichigo stuttered, not sure he had heard right. No, he was sure he had not heard right.
"I'm not sleeping on the hard floor if I don't have to, and I'm not going back in there." He pushed Ichigo aside, climbing under the covers and making himself comfortable. "This bed is mine now. If you don't like it, you sleep on the floor. But you can't have any of my blankets."
Ichigo stared down and the Hollow stared defiantly up. Shrugging his shoulders and heaving a sigh he settled back down too, facing away from the crazy white bastard. He nearly jumped out of his skin when an arm snaked around his waist. "What are you doing?" His voice was a harsh whisper, afraid that any louder it would crack and reveal his embarrassment.
"Whatever I want." The Hollow snuggled closer, if Hollows could do something like snuggle. "I told you, my power will belong to you, but you belong to me." The hair stood on the back of Ichigo's neck as warm breath washed over it.
He tried to lie still, but it was difficult with another person wrapped around him. The feel was foreign to him in more than one way. He shifted a little, trying to get comfortable, but it wasn't going to happen like this. Tonight it seemed he wasn't going to sleep at all.
The thought was backed by the Hollow's hand sliding up and down his stomach, calloused palm pressed against his abdomen. He bit back the words trying to escape his mouth, the same question from before because he knew the answer was the same.
His hair stood on end as nails scraped over his skin, not roughly, but in a way that sent shocks through him. It didn't feel bad, but that was all the more reason for him to want to pull away and run. "Uh…" How to stop this, this, whatever it was without causing another fight?
"Trust me, Aibou." The Hollow grabbed his shoulder, pulling him onto his back and moved so that he was straddling his stomach, this time leaving his arms free. He leaned down and bit the side of Ichigo's neck, again not hard, but he jumped. The Hollow laughed.
"This is a bad idea." What he wanted to say was 'stop' or 'get the hell away from me' but he'd seen how demands like that ended up already. But he felt very naked, wearing only his undergarments that he'd slept in the night before. He didn't think it was necessary to get dressed to dive into his own soul. How wrong he'd been.
"Why?" Ichigo's cheeks grew hot as he tried to find an answer that would work. He wasn't stupid, he had a pretty good idea of what was going on. When he didn't answer the Hollow smirked down at him, a look that said 'you can't escape'. "Is it because you're a virgin? So am I, in case you were unaware of how that worked. Is it because it's me? Well you might as well get used to it; I'm all you've got."
Now he knew exactly where this was going, he was stupid, he hadn't thought he'd dare push that far. "Y-you, we, can't do this. It's just wrong." He insisted, hoping to find some way out of this then block the memory from his mind forever.
Pale hands slid up his sides, and the Hollow bit him again, sucking on his collar bone. "Don't play like you have moral with me, just because you're scared." His blue tongue traced along his collar bone to the other side of his neck. "You can fool others into thinking you don't care, but I know you've had dreams, and you can't pretend you've never been attracted to anyone." His mouth went to Ichigo's ear, making him shudder. "Like that girl."
Ichigo's blood ran cold; he didn't want to think about that, he'd already given it up. "I know that." He was a teenage boy, despite having so much he needed to do, so many he needed to protect. He hadn't really thought about a girlfriend with the way things were going, but that didn't mean it couldn't have happened. It could have happened, but he'd walked away from it because there was no other choice. "That doesn't mean I want this."
He could feel the grin on the Hollows face pressed against his neck. "This isn't about what you want. If it were I wouldn't be here in the first place, would I?" When Ichigo didn't answer the Hollow continued on. Tracing over every inch of Ichigo's skin with his tongue, or so it felt like, with the lightest scrape of teeth.
Ichigo tried to ignore it, just push it out of his mind, but his body betrayed him. So long with only abuse it responded to those touches despite what his mind told it. He bit his lower lip, arching into the touch, and when the Hollow pinched one of his nipples he moaned, turning his face away out of shame. Things got worse from there.
Nails traced over his skin, leaving red lines in their wake, creating a feeling somewhere between pain and pleasure. The blanket was kicked off during his squirming, and he twisted the sheets in his hands trying to keep them, and himself, in check. Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block it all out, but nothing worked.
The Hollow stretched out over him, grinding their hips together even as his mouth continued to assault Ichigo's skin, biting down and sucking bruises everywhere he could reach, marking it all as his own. The air left his lungs at the sensation, like lightning through every nerve in his body. He couldn't stand it and his hips thrust upward, seeking more of that feeling. Another moan escaped his lips, but he didn't notice this time.
The Hollow ground against him again, and again, Ichigo losing himself in the sensation, it fogging his mind. He wanted more, he needed it.
His hands came up, scratching down the other's back, pulling at the cloth there. Unlike himself the Hollow still had on quite a bit of clothing. He was awkward, but he knew how all the ties worked, and was working as quickly as he could to get that hot material out of the way. Laughing the Hollow helped, letting himself be stripped of his clothing one layer at a time. Once his upper body was free he continued his attack finding Ichigo's ear and distracting him by tracing it with teeth and tongue.
Down to a single piece of clothing each they writhed against each other, one desperate and the other possessive. Hands and mouths covering every inch of flesh they could reach, eliciting gasps and moans from the other. The Hollow moved his way lower, keeping Ichigo pinned to the futon despite his efforts to reverse their positions. He moved until he was level with his hips, pulling away the last scrap of decency left to the teen.
The grin the Hollow wore showed what seemed to be every last one of his teeth, and Ichigo remembered how dangerous he really was, suddenly remembering his reservations. He didn't have time to speak them, as soon as he opened his mouth the Hollows surrounded him, swallowing his erection as far as he could. He arched into the feeling, white hands pressing his hips back down, it even felt good when the other's throat constricted around him for a moment.
Ichigo was at a loss for words, the warmth around him forcing every thought from his mind. Two pale fingers pressed at his lips, and he pulled them into his mouth wrapping his tongue around them to distract himself, to keep himself from coming because he wanted this to last longer.
The fingers were pulled away, and he didn't realize what they had been for until they had snuck under him and were pressing inside of him in a place he was pretty sure they didn't belong. He jumped, sitting up and trying to pull away. "You can't do that." His voice was a lot breathier than it should have been, it was hard to talk.
The Hollow just lifted one white eyebrow at Ichigo. "Of course I can." He planted his free hand in the middle of Ichigo's chest and pushed him back down. "Just lay there and relax." He gave him a menacing smile. "Or you're not going to like me very much."
Ichigo neglected to mention that he didn't like the Hollow at all as he tried to force the tension out of him, but that was anything far from easy as a single digit pushed its way inside of him, wriggling around uncomfortably. He tried to lie as still as he could, forcing himself to relax as best as he could manage. The idea of the damage that could be caused right now if he decided to fight was not pretty, so he'd have to just let this happen.
The second finger was worse than the first, hurting a little, and his saliva had grown cold in that short span of time, it moved it's way in next to the first, both of them moving inside of him in a place he'd never wanted to feel anything moving. He adjusted after a moment, to were it was just weird instead of painful, they moved with a scissor like motion, stretching him wider and he grew more and more nervous as he realized where this was going, and how quickly they were getting there.
Just as he was thinking about protesting, one of the Hollows long fingers brushed against… something, it made lights go off behind Ichigo's eyes, and he wasn't sure if he'd made a noise or not, or if his heart had skipped a beat for a moment there. "F-fuck…" He managed to grit out between gasps for air.
"In a moment." He brushed against that spot in Ichigo again, his back arching clear off the futon.
"Oh my God." Ichigo's voice broke, the words coming out in some sort of harsh whisper.
The fingers slipped out of Ichigo, leaving him desperate and with an oddly empty feeling. He looked at the Hollow, who was sitting between his legs with a look that reminded him of a cat who'd caught a mouse. "I knew you'd agree that that was a much better name for me."
"That's not what I meant." Ichigo snapped at him, face flushed. It was surreal seeing the white form over him, one that looked just like him only not, like a twisted dream that he was sure he would wake up from before it went too far.
It didn't stop though, and he knew it wasn't going to as he watched the other spit in his hand and reach between his own legs then felt the tip of the Hollow's erection press against his widened entrance. Now it had become an entrance anyway. Slowly it pushed inside of him, and where he'd thought the fingers were bad before, it had nothing on this. It stretched him, and filled him until he thought he couldn't take any more.
It hurt.
He wanted it to stop, felt his own erection dying from the pain of it. It knocked the air right out of his lungs though, so he couldn't even voice a complaint. When the movement slowly stopped, the pain ebbed until he could stand it. Opening his eyes to see where he had his legs, he found them wrapped around pale hips, pressed as close as they could be between them. Ichigo reminded himself to relax, taking deep breaths to calm himself down.
The Hollow didn't move, and the thought crossed him as odd, but he stayed still, only trailing his hands over Ichigo's torso, fingers tracing the marks he had left there. And after a minute it didn't hurt at all anymore, wasn't really bad, it was just there.
So Ichigo shifted his hips, trying to get more comfortable with all his weight on his lower back in this position. As soon as he moved the Hollow did too, pulling his hips back again slowly and pressing back in. That didn't feel bad at all.
The Hollow continued thrusting in and out, picking up the pace with each turn. Ichigo found his own erection returning and writhed beneath the other, gasping and moaning at the odd sensation of this. But he wanted that feeling again, the one from before that had nearly driven him over the edge, and he shifted and arched trying to get the Hollow to reach that spot.
Bracing himself up with one hand, the Hollow hooked his other arm under one of Ichigo's legs, pulling it up and changing his angle, hitting deeper. Ichigo pulled himself closer with the leg still around his hip and then he saw stars. Bolts of pleasure raced through every nerve in his body with each thrust, forcing cries out of his lungs each time. Like this he thought he would die. Over and over again until with one final thrust, deeper than the last, the Hollow shuddered and came inside of him. That last bit pushed him over the edge too, and he came all over his own stomach.
He hardly noticed as the Hollow pulled out of him, collapsing next to him. All of his energy was suddenly sapped, and his limbs felt heavy.. Ichigo did have the mind to grope around and find a piece of cloth to wipe himself off with, not liking the idea of going to sleep a sticky mess. He managed to find the blanket again and pull it over them, already drifting off.
As they lay there like that Ichigo decided it wasn't entirely uncomfortable, even if it was one of the stranger things that had happened to him. But it wasn't the strangest, he was certain. It was easier than it should have been to let go of his worries over being killed at any moment. He had struggled with them for so long it was a relief to decide he could do this. Though none of this altered his plans- he was still going to do what needed to be done and then remove himself from the world, because allowing himself to trust the Hollow meant he was more a threat to anyone around him than they could hope to be to him. He also came to the conclusion that this would not turn out like he'd been afraid it would, he wouldn't let it, and if by some chance he did he decided he trusted the others enough to kill him before it got bad.
He drifted off to sleep, glad to put one battle behind him, because tomorrow a whole other one was going to begin. He was ready to go to Hueco Mundo, and end this for good.