Male: Dark Ichigo

Series: Bleach

Black inky hair spread over a light blue comforter, a shapely female body wrapped in a white tank top and dark blue boxers was pinned to the bed.

Startled blue eyes gazed up at the male pinning her to the bed.

"I-Ichigo…" She gulped as a leer spread over his face. Dark yellow and black eyes, normally pools of brown, which were usually so full of cheer and love when gazing at her had glazed over by something darker…

Primal.

Orange hair had turned stark white.

Tanned skin had paled in color, almost like it had drained from him as the very air around them seemed to chill.

"Hello Ka-go-me." His voice was a low sensual whisper, hiding the ruefulness in his eyes as a sadistic grin warped over the face of the man she knew and loved.

He was taunting her.

This side of Ichigo, his hollow side, had broken out before and normally he would taunt her and then retreat into the deeper parts of Ichigo and watch him lament over losing control.

He hated losing control even more so when it involved her.

He would push her away, try to distance himself.

She would not have it. Not this time.

Dark blue eyes hardened as they glared up at the haughty male.

"Get off of me." A cocky chuckle met her statement as he settled on top of her, clad in nothing more than a pair of boxers and crisp white bandages. She had just fished wrapping his wounds when dark Ichigo had taken over, using Ichigo's physical pain as a hold to grab onto and seize control.

Coward.

Pale fingers tipped in black played with a silken lock of raven hair.

"I like it here…" As if to emphasize it he pressed himself into her even more making her blush as his awakening desire pressed into her thigh.

"H-hentai!" She tried to melt into the mattress to no avail. He merely chuckled and kissed her racing pulse before licking his way up it to her ear.

"While the king is away I will play." He chuckled into her ear before nipping it making her yelp. He soothed it with a lick of his tongue enjoying the way she responded. Her body shivered in pleasure as she tried to hold still. She was holding herself back, after all no matter how familiar the body on top of her felt, how welcoming his warmth was on top of her and the way his scent washed over her…

This wasn't Ichigo.

Yes, it was a part of him but it wasn't her Ichigo.

As if sensing her thoughts he nuzzled her neck his breath puffing out over the shell of her ear. And gave a dark chuckle.

"Long live the king." With that he slammed his lips over hers and grinned into the kiss as she gasped. White locks darkened in color and once again Ichigo was in control of his body.

He pulled away from the kiss and bit his lip so hard he drew blood.

"Damnit!" His fist slammed into the bedroom wall leaving a small dent. She was at his side in an instant her small hand curling over his larger shaking one. She knew he felt bad, horrid, for losing control but it wasn't his fault.

"Shhh." She pressed a kiss to his sweating forehead and entwined her fingers with his still shaking ones. She knew he would try and pull away, to distance herself.

To keep her safe from himself.

She wouldn't allow it. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close whispering soothing words of love and devotion. He merely sat there and cursed his inner self. It wanted to reach out and taint everything he held dear. To tear it apart and leave him with nothing.

He would rather die than let that part of him hurt Kagome.

He needed to find away to control this darker side of him, it was gaining more ground and he feared that one day he wouldn't be able to take back his own body.

It was time to seek out help…