Warnings: Potential spoilers, yaoi, sex, rape, violence and angst.
Disclaimer: Bleach belongs to Kubo Tite and the characters depicted aren't originally gay.

Notes: More Hollow!Ichigo. lol Yay. Violent sex. I think the next chapter will probably be the last one. But I'll be writing other Ishichi fics.

Darkest Desires

Chapter 3

Ichigo broke off from the kiss pushing Ishida away by his shoulders. He looked at him nervously. He had just kissed Ishida and he hadn't pulled away. In his embarrassment, he backtracked in his thoughts wondering how the hell had he come to such a conclusion and why now was he kissing Ishida.

What am I thinking? Attracted to another guy? To Ishida? No way! Dammit... the Hollow really messed up with my head.

Ichigo quickly stood up from the sofa and turned away. He soon moved away looking for his wet clothes and a shirt. Ishida watched him dumbfounded by the kiss and his following reactions. He blinked and was about to say something when Ichigo spoke abruptly.

"Sorry, Ishida. I err, have to go now." He went for the door and stormed out before Ishida could say anything.

Ishida grimaced unable to think too much about what had gotten into him. He lay to the side resting his head on the couch's arm. He winced a bit in pain, now that Ichigo was gone he didn't have to hold back anymore. That had really hurt, although the warm bath had soothed the pain a bit. He tried to sort his thoughts out. He had kissed Ichigo just now. He felt his stomach curl inside him. But then Ichigo suddenly left. Did he regret it? He should, he was kissing another guy in a bath robe. Ishida didn't know why he had kissed him either. But... after what they had done, it really didn't seem like such a big deal. Well, it wasn't Ichigo, it was the Hollow inside him. Ishida caught himself secretly wishing it had been Ichigo. He shut his eyes tightly a bit disturbed at his thoughts. Maybe he should stop thinking. Maybe this was all just a very bad dream. Everything was too confusing. He didn't know what to think or what to feel. His head was aching and he soon fell asleep exhausted.

Ichigo stared once again at the empty desk by the window. Why was he doing that? He didn't want to see him. Not after last night. Good thing he didn't come to school. Inoue and Tatsuki approached him, Inoue cheerful as always greeted him with a smile.

"Hello, Kurosaki-kun!"

"Osu." Ichigo replied without much enthusiasm.

"You better leave him alone, Orihime. Look at his forehead, he has more wrinkles than usual." She said leaning forward and poking him between the eyes.

Ichigo dabbed her hand away and grumbled something about leaving him alone. Inoue soon became worried, Ichigo was indeed grumpier than usual.

"Kurosaki-kun? Did anything happen?" She asked directly, as she had no clue about what it could be. Since they came back from Soul Society not much had happened.

"No, nothing happened. It's just that I did something bad and I regret it."

"Did you have a fight with Ishida-kun?" She quickly observed. "Um... maybe you should just tell him you're sorry? I don't think Ishida-kun is the type who holds grudges against people." She tried to cheer him up, naive as usual.

Ichigo blushed, startled. Was it that obvious? He couldn't have anyone know what he had done. This was terrible. As Inoue kept on staring at him he backed away remembering about the Hollow inside him. Maybe he shouldn't be here after all. Terrified, he wondered what would have happened if he had bumped into Inoue last night, would he have done the same to her? This was awful, he didn't even want to think about it.

He jerked onto his feet feeling disturbed. He couldn't even look at her. He had to leave. Now.

Ichigo quickly walked to the door of the classroom leaving the worried Inoue behind. He slid the door open to find Ishida standing outside staring right at him. He stared back at Ishida stupefied, this was the last person he wanted to see now. Ishida lowered his blue eyes as he couldn't meet Ichigo's back. Pushing up his new pair of glasses with his middle finger he sighed irritatedly.

"Well, Kurosaki... are you just going to stand there or are you going to let me pass?"

Ichigo blinked and all of a sudden the images of last night flooded his mind like he was watching a freaking porno movie. He wanted to rip his own brain out. Before he could recover though the teacher showed up behind them shoving them both inside.

"Could you two girlies quit with the flirting and go inside already? Class is about to start."

Ichigo sat down again and watched Ishida from the corner of his eyes as the class went on. Ishida acted normally like nothing had happened. This somehow drove Ichigo mad. How could he act like that? Like last night hadn't made any difference in his life, while Ichigo was about to run up the walls in despair. Didn't it mean anything to him? Didn't he mean anything to him? He wondered if Ishida had done that before with other guys. The thought sinking into his mind unpleasantly, he gritted his teeth finding himself to be oddly possessive. He suddenly felt stupid and annoyed at himself, burying his face in his notebook. Inoue watched him with a slight frown.

Ishida settled a pile of papers, he was supposed to go to the printer room to take some photocopies. He wrinkled his eyebrows. Ichigo had been glaring angrily at him through the entire day. He wondered what he could be so mad about. Was it about the kiss? If he was going to regret it so much he shouldn't have done it. He thought as he walked into the room, there was no one else there. He lifted the lid and placed one of the papers there. The best he could do was acting like nothing had happened, eventually he'd get over it, or so he hoped. Although this made him a bit sad too.

He heard the sound of the door sliding open and turned around to see who was it.

"Hello again, Quincy."

The dark-haired boy's eyes widened in shock and he dropped all the papers accidentally. This had to be some kind of sick joke. Ichigo shut the door behind him and paced slowly towards him. Stricken by terror, he realized the Hollow had taken over him again as he saw the mask covering his face and the black eyes. Ishida stepped all the way back until he reached the wall. He swallowed down his shaken feelings and glared at the Hollow.

"What are you doing out here again?"

"I just wanted to have a bit more fun. Ichigo tries so hard to repress me, you know? But he's too weak. I have to take over to show him that. The kid is so dense he doesn't even understand his own feelings." He grinned as he came closer to Ishida.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean..." He closed in driving Ishida to a corner, placing his hand on the wall behind him, and whispered next to him, their lips almost meeting. "...he wants you bad."

Ishida fought down his embarrassment at those words and slid on the wall to the side to escape from his grasp.

"Don't think you can always have it your way." He scowled at Hollow!Ichigo.

"Great, it wouldn't be fun if you didn't fight back." He smirked.

Ishida searched quickly through the room looking for something he could use. He hated being so helpless, having lost all his Quincy powers... Close combat was out of the question, he wasn't fit for it and Ichigo was normally stronger than him, even more when the Hollow took over.

While he was thinking, the Hollow had closed in again. Fumbling through the table beside him Ishida found a pair of scissors. The Hollow chuckled at him and pushed him against the wall reaching out to nibble at his neck. Ishida closed his eyes, grabbing the scissors hesitantly and surprising the Hollow, he stabbed him in the shoulder with it. Hollow!Ichigo jumped back with the pain and cringed. Ishida stared at him speechless. The Hollow reached out for the scissors and pulled them out, blood dripped from the wound staining Ichigo's uniform. But soon the bleeding stopped and the wound closed.

"Regeneration..." Ishida muttered taken aback, he wasn't aware of this ability of his.

"Now you've done it, you bitch."

He rushed towards Ishida before he could react and shoved his fist into his stomach. Ishida bent forward at the punch coughing and gasping for air, and was stricken again by an elbow on the back of his head. He fell on his four, quickly subdued by the Hollow's great strength. He felt his consciousness nearly slipping away as the Hollow pulled him up by the back of his shirt and threw him against the photocopy machine. Somehow the Hollow had Ishida's tie in his hands now, which he used to bind Ishida's wrists tightly behind his back.

Hollow!Ichigo forced Ishida to stand again this time pulling him by the hair. Ishida could feel Ichigo's body against his back. And as the Hollow proceeded to open his shirt and slip his hand underneath his pants, he gritted his teeth in frustration. It was all happening again. This body that belonged to Ichigo but wasn't him. The Hollow caressed him, nibbling at the back of his neck, he seemed a lot softer now, groaning at his ear. It was Ichigo's voice.

"Ichigo..." Ishida moaned softly, fighting back the uncalled tears.

Hollow!Ichigo smiled and pushed Ishida, forcing him to bend over the machine in front of him. As he had done before, he pushed himself into Ishida, who didn't offer any resistance this time. The same feeling of being torn inside, a bit more painful since he was still hurt. Ishida flinched as Hollow!Ichigo kept on moving, pushing him up with every thrust. Soon he didn't feel anymore pain, or maybe his body had just given up on sending him the signs. He shivered and moaned, unable to move his hands, completely possessed by Ichigo, an awkward feeling. He didn't really like it. Ichigo came to a halt and lay down on Ishida's back panting and sweaty. He didn't hate it either.

When Ichigo's body became tense suddenly, Ishida knew he had returned back to normal, even though he couldn't see his face. Ichigo's body moved back releasing his. He knew Ichigo was probably very disturbed now. He wondered if he'd run away again. He knew he shouldn't, but he turned up to him anyway.

He was surprised to see Ichigo was shaking, staring at him in shock. He wanted to reach out for him and touch him, but his hands were still tied. He ended up sitting down on the floor as his legs gave in.

"Ichigo..."

Ichigo startled looking down at him and quickly walked to the door.

"Wait, Ichigo! Please..." Ichigo left the room slamming the door shut behind him. "...untie me." Ishida frowned. Great. Now he was nearly naked with his hands tied in the printer room. And to make it worse his body felt really sore and he was dizzy. What if someone else walked in?

"Fuck, Ichigo. I'm starting to really hate you." He whispered to himself ironically. He squirmed trying to loosen the tie a bit, but didn't have much success. "Dammit." He lay down on the floor trying to pull his pants back up at least, which he managed to accomplish after rolling around.

Ichigo stopped right in the hallway as he met Sado staring down at him silently. He didn't move and, alarmed, Ichigo wondered if he had heard or seen anything.

"What?" He inquired awkwardly.

"You hurt yourself?" He spoke shortly pointing out the blood on Ichigo's sleeve.

Ichigo looked a bit surprised at the blood. "Oh! This is... This is... it's nothing, really! Don't worry, Chad." He smiled faintly.

Some weird noises came from the printer room right behind Ichigo, like stuff collapsing. Sado glanced at the door Ichigo seemed to be guarding a bit curious.

"Who's in there?"

"No one! I mean... Ishida is. He's uh... taking some copies. You know, he can be a fool tripping over stuff and all, right. Clumsy bastard." He grinned nervously.

"Hm." Figuring Ichigo wouldn't tell him what was the problem no matter how much he insisted, Sado walked away.

Ichigo leaned on the door sighing in relief.

(to be continued...)