Uryuu shifted uncomfortably in the icy cold shower. His entire body was overheated and hurt terribly, and no matter how hard he scrubbed at his skin, he couldn't get the slimy feel of the Hollow's hands and semen off his flesh. He was shameful, disgusting, and he had to get all traces of last night off of him before he could even think of going to school. Grimacing, Uryuu soaped up his thighs for the seventh time, only to let out a strangled moan as his hardness returned with a vengeance. Even under the spray of cold water, it refused to go down, his stomach tightening into a knot of need even as his soapy hand slowly trailed its way towards his member.

It couldn't hurt, could it? Men do it all the time; it's not like it matters. Tears pricked again at Uryuu's eyes as he forced himself to grip his dick, starting in slow strokes, whimpering at the small amount of pain even that gave him. Pain that came from the Hollow's strokes last night.

Suddenly Uryuu was back against the bed, bound and gagged as Hollow's hand groped him way too hard and stroked him way too fast, bringing him painfully close to his orgasm as he chanted in his head, I don't want it, I don't need it, I don't want it –

Uryuu gasped and tried to throw himself backward, but managed to slip in the thin soapy water standing in the tub with him, falling and hitting his back against the hard tub, a groan of frustration and pain, lingering and new, slipping loudly from his lips. His body shook with the pure force of his need, but he couldn't bring himself to even look at the swollen head of his member. He couldn't do it; he just couldn't. It was too much like giving into the Hollow, and that was something he could never bring himself to do. It was his way of defying the monster.

Uryuu lay there for a while, letting the cold water wash over his skin and create goose bumps on his already pruning flesh before he heard a strangled noise from outside the bathroom. It vaguely sounded like his alarm going off, and yet it was garbled and strained, as if falling onto his head had broken it mostly. Uryuu grimaced, turning off the shower and stepping out onto the towel, turning to face himself in the mirror, only to frown at his reflection. This no sleeping thing was starting to give him bags under his eyes.

~.X.~ ~.X.~ ~.X.~

Four days and one new alarm clock later, Uryuu was starting to feel better about his situation. His bruises were fading, and most of the pain was gone by this point, with only a small scar on his left foot between the toes and the morbid avoidance of masturbation to remind him that the things he remembered had been reality and not just some horrible nightmare. It wasn't the best he could hope for, but it was something.

Uryuu had subconsciously changed his routine to fit the disasters that had befallen him, such as taking only well-lit roads home when it became dark outside, or closing and locking his window, never to be opened again. He had started staying late at the library to study, and when he got home, he would study even harder until his eyes could barely keep themselves open, so that when he fell asleep, it would be quick and dreamless until he woke up for school the next day. The only flaw to this strategy was, now it was Friday, and a weekend of no school to eat up ten hours of his day yawned dauntingly before him.

Uryuu packed his bags slower than normal, having only five minutes until the library closed for the weekend. He didn't want to go. He had the inexplicable feeling as soon as he left this building he would be vulnerable, despite Hollow having left him alone for the entire week. It just felt like he was there… watching. Waiting. The idea sent a cold chill up Uryuu's spine, and he sat rooted to his corner chair, back framed by a wall of books on one side and a windowless brick wall on the other, and buried his head in a book. Maybe if he pretended to be lost in his studies, the librarian would allow him a few minutes longer to stay.

She must not have noticed him. As Uryuu tried to focus on the book, he was startled when all of the lights flipped out one by one, leaving him in the dim evening light that preceded the darkness he had tried to outrun. Another shiver went down his spine as he attempted to reason with himself; it's fine. The doors are locked, and there's no way anything's getting in, now. … or out, he thought with a sudden grimace, glancing down at his backpack, which he had thankfully remembered to pack a few snacks and two water bottles in. At least he had something to make last, instead of nothing… Uryuu sighed and dropped his head onto the desk. He should have thought this through a little more.

~.X.~ ~.X.~ ~.X.~

Hours passed in relative silence as Uryuu poured himself over his studies, trying as hard as he could to get his mind off the quiet howling of the wind outside. The side table lamp was the only light on in the building, and it was getting somewhat hard to see, especially as his eyes were starting to burn with lack of sleep. One more page, he chanted to himself, despite knowing he would probably finish the chapter before even thinking about turning in for bed. The darkness was weighing on him, causing him to see movement in the shadows where there was none, and several times he had to stop reading, take a deep breath, and force himself to say he was safe here.

No matter what he did, though, the images wouldn't leave him. Twice… twice already he'd been forced to submit to Ich- the Hollow. How in the hell was he supposed to protect himself? Unaware of the scowl he was giving the suddenly abandoned reading material, Uryuu slammed his hands down onto the desk, standing up quickly enough to knock his chair backward and onto the floor with a loud 'bang'. Somehow, the presence of noise made things a little easier to deal with, which made Uryuu wonder if the silence wasn't getting to him.

'Well, just two and a half more days of this and that won't be a problem…' his sarcastic thinking countered.

Closing his eyes and sighing, Uryuu dropped his head just as his stomach growled; if he had been home tonight, he would have already eaten a nice little supper before retiring to his room –

The same room the Hollow had taken him in.

Flashes of the Hollow pounding into him, of stroking his member and trying to make Uryuu cum settled themselves in Uryuu's mind, despite the vehemence with which Uryuu tried to cast them out. Uryuu uttered a cry of frustration, bringing his hands to his head, gripping onto his hair and pulling, trying to create physical feeling to wipe away the phantom pain that began to settle in his bottom, like there were fingers still inside him, moving, twisting…

Uryuu turned sharply, banging his toe against the wooden leg of the desk and cursing loudly, hopping forward to try and catch his balance before sighing heavily. DAMN that hurt… but… it did the trick. At least the images and feelings were gone, for now. Shaking his head forcefully, Uryuu began moving toward the bathroom. He needed some air, but the windows were all sealed and the doors were shut tight; so the next best thing would have to be splashing some water on his face to cool him down. Like every other light in the building, the bathroom lights were off, so he fumbled around for the light switch before being blinded by the sudden brightness of the overhead lights.

Uryuu squinted, making his way toward the sinks and turning the faucet, the sound of running water more soothing to his ears than the constant quiet that loomed around him like the shadows. Closing his eyes for a moment, he placed his glasses on top of his head and took a deep breath, leaning against the sink.

'Everything's okay. You're safe here.' He thought, finally reaching down to cup some water into his hands and splashing it onto his face. The water was cool, and ran in tiny droplets down his cheeks toward his chin before plunking back into the basin. He repeated this motion for a few times before he was finally satisfied, and turned the faucet off, rubbing his face to get rid of most of the water. With a contented sigh, his eyes opened as he stared at his blurry reflection in the mirror without the aid of his glasses. He was a mess; even without help he could still see the slight form of bags under his eyes from going to bed at two in the morning, only to get up again at six. His hardened schedule was starting to wear on him, but he couldn't stop himself. He had to do it…

Uryuu's breath hitched for a moment; it seemed like something moved in the stall behind him. Was there someone else trapped in here with him? He couldn't quite see much but a very faint outline, and a vivid… color… of orange. As soon as the color registered to his brain, Uryuu flipped around, his hands flying up toward his glasses to lower them sharply even as his back pressed against the sink top, but there was nothing to meet his gaze. The stalls were empty, and what shadows were left from the overhead light were too small to house anybody; even that of a Hollow.

His heart still racing, Uryuu cursed his brain. First it was causing him to feel phantom pain, and now it was giving him images of things that weren't there. Uryuu shivered once, and decidedly strode over to the light switch and flipped it off, determined to make it back to his seat and continue reading for a while.

'I'll be damned if I let that Hollow get the best of me.'

He never made it back.

About halfway to his seat, close enough Uryuu could see the sanctuary of his light yet far enough even breaking into a run couldn't save him, he felt something heavy fall onto his back and knock the wind out of him. Gasping for air, Uryuu's hands jumped out toward the ground, trying to break his fall but only serving to twist his right wrist as he landed on it wrong. Howling in pain, Uryuu tried to roll to dislodge whatever had fallen on him, only to be met by hands gripping his hair and yanking his head roughly upward. It felt like someone had dropped a bucket of ice down his back, so chilled was he by the words spoken next.

"Found us a private place to play, did ya?"

No. Nononononononononono… Uryuu flailed in that moment, panic overriding every other thought process he had. Not again, not again, not again…

"H-hey, hold still!" came the disgruntled reply of the Hollow as Uryuu almost succeeded in knocking him off his back, and he reached forward to try to capture Uryuu's wrists. His grip found Uryuu's twisted right wrist, and in response to the pain that followed, Uryuu used all the might he could muster to slam his elbow into the ribs of the Hollow, a glow of satisfaction briefly running through his veins as he felt and heard his blow connect, possibly fracturing or (hopefully) breaking a rib. The Hollow's grip faltered for a moment, and Uryuu took that as his sign to burst upward, slipping out from underneath his attacker and breaking into a dead run.

Where?

Shit.

Where was he supposed to flee to? The doors were locked, the windows were glued shut, and the only way out was breaking glass, which would get him in trouble for sure. Hearing the Hollow recovering behind him, Uryuu whimpered softly and dashed toward his right, toward the hallways of books, hoping to lose the Hollow in a maze like structure of literature. His heart was pounding heavily in his ears as he found a dead end facing a window, and hid behind the shelf of books, hoping to use the window as a mirror surface to see if anyone was coming up behind him. His knees were shaking and his elbow and wrist were in as much pain as his chest, which burned heavily.

Fighting back a whimper, Uryuu swallowed, trying to breathe calmly and deeply, not certain whether or not the Hollow had given chase. He waited… five minutes. Ten minutes… fifteen minutes. Not a soul ghosted through those halls, and slowly, Uryuu's muscles began to un-tense. Maybe he had discouraged the Hollow? Made a wound that needed to be treated right away? He hoped to whatever god was out there that was the case as he looked out the window itself, rather than looking through it. It offered a nice view out onto the grounds of the library, well-kept but not very well lit in the dark. The window itself was a floor-to-ceiling one, about four times Uryuu's own width, meant for allowing sunlight to stream in on beautiful sunny days.

How he longed for the sunlight; it seemed to be his only friend in this ordeal. Sighing silently, Uryuu finally stepped away from the shelf, peering around the corner to see if anyone was there, even though he hadn't seen anyone come up, nor heard them. The moment he did so, however, he felt an arm hook around his left arm, and shove him directly into the window while twisting his arm painfully behind his back. The Hollow leaned forcefully against Uryuu's back, putting pressure on him and pressing him fully against the glass, Uryuu's glasses bending frighteningly far even as his shoulder popped from the strain being placed on it.

"That wasn't very nice. I guess I didn't teach ya enough last time. Ah well; school's in."

Uryuu forced back a protest as his left arm was twisted upward even more, his shoulder being slowly pulled from its socket until he let loose his cry of pain, and then the Hollow just held his arm there, whispering menacingly,

"Take your pants off. Right now, no protests."

A shiver went through Uryuu, only making him yelp as the motion tugged on his shoulder; he wouldn't give in, he couldn't give in… Another tug on his arm almost had Uryuu in tears from the excruciating nature of his agony, and so just to make it stop, he found himself fumbling with his right hand, the one with the twisted wrist, to undo the buckle, then the button, then the zipper holding his pants up. Every motion he made sent a spiral of unbridled agony through his form, burning itself into his bones no matter which way he moved, and by the time Uryuu's pants were slipping down his thighs, tears had finally begun to spill over his cheeks, as weak as the notion was. His arm wasn't released after his pants were gone, and Uryuu was about to bite out a remark to the Hollow when he felt his arm twisted slightly, another flash of pure pain causing him to cry out spiraling through his body.

His vision went white for a moment, and he didn't realize the Hollow had let go of him until his boxers were around his ankles and his shirt was being pulled over his head to tie his arms at the wrists. His breath hitched and he tried to struggle, but a sharp kick to his left thigh kept him from doing anything more than that as his hands were bound in the confines of his shirt. He leaned his head against the window, his breath fogging up the glass for a moment as he waited frightfully to be pushed down onto the ground and torn into again, but that didn't seem to happen. Instead, he felt a hand on his lower back, pushing him further into the glass as the Hollow behind him chuckled.

"I'll be honest with ya, Quincy. Didn't peg you for the exhibitionist type."

The words sunk slowly into Uryuu's panicked mind, and were even slower to register, but when he did, his whispered,

"No…" was overridden by the Hollow's continued statements.

"But I'm happy to oblige."

"No…!"

"'Course, think of what your so called friends might think, walking by this window and seeing ya debased like a good whore should be."

"No!"

"Yes."

Uryuu cried out sharply, trying to twist away from the male's grasp even as he felt two fingers shoving themselves past his barriers again, pushing him further and further against the glass. Barely healed scabs pulled painfully and tore at the intrusion, making Uryuu whimper and struggle harder, but with the hand on his back pushing him in that awkward position against the window, he wasn't able to get anywhere. Breathing heavily, Uryuu's eyes darted around the grounds, hoping there was no one around, and thankfully, there wasn't. The only good thing about this situation, the thought bitterly, even as he bit his lip to keep himself from giving the Hollow the satisfaction of another cry as a third finger entered him, and they all curled perfectly against his prostate.

Uryuu's eyes slammed shut, trying to block out everything even as the thrusting in his backside kept pulling his hips backward and pushing them forward, his betraying member slowly hardening under the Hollow's ministrations despite being constantly thrust into the chilly glass. He almost bit through his lip when a fourth finger was added, tasting the coppery liquid of blood pool into his mouth. Uryuu shuddered, glancing down at himself in horror, finding himself already straining against the window. It was just the human body, he tried to reason with himself, fighting back tears of frustration, of embarrassment; of defilement. It was because he hadn't masturbated in a week. It was because he'd refused to touch himself. It was because it was a human body.

But the Hollow seemed to know just how to make the human body respond, for when the four fingers jerked out of Uryuu's bottom, and a hard cock replaced it, burning through Uryuu's blood soaked walls with agonizing ease, a slicked hand came around and rested itself around Uryuu's own member. Biting back another cry, Uryuu let out a strangled protest that didn't really form a word, just a breathless, jumbled sound of agony and distress, which only seemed to make the Hollow all too happy to continue.

The thrusts came harder, pushing Uryuu against the glass more forcefully each time as the hand around his member tugged none-too-gently, creating an intense mix of pleasure and pain that was still serving to pound through Uryuu's defensive mantra of 'I don't want it, I don't need it.' Still, the feeling kept growing and growing, almost reaching its peak even as he felt the Hollow pause for a moment, leaning more fully over Uryuu's body to pant out a satisfied,

"Hey, your first visitors!"

Uryuu's eyes flew wide in shock even as the Hollow slammed into him more painfully than before, a loud yelp leaving his lips before he had a chance to control it. He begged whatever was watching for what the Hollow said to not be true, but there was someone out there. Outside the window, quite a few yards away, strolled a couple, looking like they were talking and lost in each other. They seemed to have no interest in the library, or the tortured soul that was pressed up against the window, naked and vulnerable to any eyes that dared to fall upon him, but the idea that someone would see his weakness outraged him.

Uryuu's strangled cries of protest became more forceful, and he began bucking against the Hollow, trying to dislodge him, but somehow only managed to press the cock inside him even further into his intestines, the pressure on his prostate building and the entire situation making his brain grind to a halt. There was pain, but there was pleasure. Suddenly, there was no mantra. There was no Quincy. There was no window, no couple, no Hollow; just an orgasm.

Uryuu screamed.

~.X.~ ~.X.~ ~.X.~

He had been vaguely aware through the white haze that had settled over his eyes that his semen had splashed all over the window. He had been vaguely aware that Ichigo had gotten off inside him, again, too. He had been vaguely aware of floating downward, and of bouncing on the ground. He had been vaguely aware of his stomach growling, and the lonely, empty feeling that made his nude body shiver. He hadn't been aware of when he passed out, however; only that he did.