Another short chappy before things get epic again...
Shinji awoke a minute later to the stining pain of having his backside whipped with a belt. Before he was even fully conscious, he heard himself crying out in pain. He looked up at the light above him. It felt like he was under a spotlight. As soon as he realized this, he tried to stop crying out and that was what cued the hollow in that his partner was awake.
With a low chuckle, the hollow lifted the fair man's hips until he was standing again, leaning against the lamp post for support. "If you fall again, I'm leaving," he warned as he stepped back and delivered another few belt whips, this time expanding his range to include the man's lower back and thighs.
Shinji cringed and prayed that he could hold out until the hollow spent enough of the espadas' reiatsu to let Ichigo's consciousness emerge. To make matters worse, the abuse wasn't entirely unpleasant, though it should have been. He was too addicted to the young man's energy to keep from becoming arouse by any sort of attention he was provided from the source. It was humiliating but he was very close to passing the point of caring.
When the whipping stopped for a moment for the hollow to survey his prey, he snickered at what he saw. As if the angry red welts on the fair man's back and thighs weren't good enough, when he moved around to the side to get a look at his face, he was distracted by the older man's weeping erection jutting out shamelessly. With a malicious glint in his eyes, he slapped it, watching the beads of cum turn into little strings as they flew off in response to the rude attention.
Shinji whimpered and felt his knees shake, but the only way he was going to allow himself to lose his footing is if he lost consciousness again. What was happening to him shouldn't have felt so damn good, but because it did, he couldn't hide the shame from his features when the hollow took his chin and forced eye contact.
"If I had the time, I'd round up a bunch of drunks to take turns fucking the life outta you," the hollow taunted. "A slut like you'd really enjoy that, right?"
He tried to shake his head 'no' but ended up squeezing his eyes shut instead. That was the exact opposite of what he wanted but at this point, he knew better than to give the hollow ideas. "Do you think Ichigo's going to want to come anywhere near me after this?" he asked in a sad voice.
The hollow sneered and let go of the man's chin to slap his erection again.
"I mean, you used to be supportive, even helpful in a weird way. Did I do something wrong? Has it started raining again?" Shinji continued, unable to keep the hopelessness from his voice. He hadn't factored in the idea that the hollow might continue his abusively aggressive behavior after the espada left and he knew that there was no way that Ichigo would be able to look at him again if this continued for much longer.
"Let's just say that I get bored a lot more easily than the kid...and I realize now that, if you're not handy, he'll put it off for as long as he can, making it even easier for me to exercise my influence. And if he's worried about me, he'll have an even harder time finding someone to help him out before it's too late," he bragged. He knew he was already past the point of no return, that he was completely destroying his host's relationship with this person, but it had been so long since he'd felt so empowered that the feeling was intoxicating. "But look at you. You don't care! You just can't help yourself. If you really wanted to help your sweetheart, you'd've gotten someone else to step in," he accused as he started whipping his lover again.
"You're right," Shinji cried out in anguish. Then, he realized that he might still be able to do that. He could flair his reiatsu and surely someone would find them and put an end to their encounter. Unfortunately, he would have to be more selective than that because he knew that Ichigo wouldn't want just anyone seeing him in such a state of possession, and even if he didn't care about that, he didn't want to subject some of their weaker acquaintances to the kind of wrath he was enduring. If someone like Orihime showed up in response to his urgent energy signature, he would never be able to forgive himself.
As if that wasn't enough, right now he had a a difficult time sensing anybody but Ichigo to focus on. It was like he was surrounded by the teen's reiatsu and even though it was thoroughly tainted with that of hollows, he still felt like he could blissfully drown in it, like there was nothing else in the world. He had to use up some of the espada energy that amplified his lover's before he could even sense anyone else.
"F-..." he nearly pleaded but had to stop himself because just the words on the tip of his tongue made his knees want to give.
The hollow didn't hear the false start over the sounds of breathy panting and leather striking flesh.
"Fuck..." Shinji swore, getting a little further this time.
The hollow understood that as a violent outburst rather than the plea that he was but decided to taunt him some more anyway. "I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Shinji nodded weakly. "Yes, please..." His plea was cut off by another slap to his hardened lengh.
"Tch. Wouldn't be worth it," he dismissed. Then, he tore a piece of his sleeve off and tied it around the base of the older man's erection. "Besides, you're not supposed to be enjoying this. You're the worst victim ever."
The blonde vizard nearly laughed at that. He could never be this young man's victim, no matter what form he took, because he would always enjoy what was done to him. He would have laughed if his head hadn't been smashed against the metal lamp post a moment later. Then he was concentrating on keeping his vision from blurring too much.
Seeing that his his partner was starting to fade, the hollow raked his nails down the fair man's back. Because Ichigo's nails were so dull, it took several tries, but he did manage to make the blonde vizard bleed, and it made him growl with delight. Once he was satisfied with the amount of blood flowing from the crude wounds, he went back to whipping. He loved the way the impact of the belt would cause the little beads of red to spatter in every direction.
This was too much. If he had any chance of having a conversation with Ichigo that didn't solely involve apologies, he had to put a stop to his punishment. His pride and his libido, each for their own reasons, didn't like his solution, but it had to be done. The situation was completely out of his control and there was only one thing left for him to do. With a sigh of both relief and regret, Shinij took a knee.
"Giving up? Already?" the hollow taunted.
"My presence does you no good. Thank you for helping me see that," he bowed his head in hopes of hiding his ulterior motive.
The hollow didn't quite trust the sly blond and wanted one last look in the man's eyes before trusting deprecation. Fortunately for Shinji, his features were tired, his face bruised and bleeding, making his mistruth more believable.
"And here thought I'd have to knock out out again. Well, so long sucker. Can't wait to see what happens after I have to go back," he promised. Sure, it would be raining but at least he would know that he had caused the teen's misery rather than someone else oppressing him. Then, he was gone.
Shinji panted as he slumped to the ground. His first order of business was to break his bindings, which now that his lover's reiatsu was gone, he felt the conviction to do. Gathering his clothes, he skulked off to a more secluded spot to redress as best he could. His shirt and pants were slightly blood spattered and impossibly wrinkled but better than nothing. As he tried to collect himself, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket to blot his bleeding nose, he found his phone.
The question then became, who to call. His first thought was to call his vizard comrades. They would no doubt be able to subdue the rampaging hollow but he knew Ichigo would prefer that they involve as few others as possible and they would no doubt respond as a group. Instead, he called Kisuke, someone that his lover had shown a great amount of trust in more than once.
Shinji didn't realize that part of what let the hollow leave him so easily, and without knocking him out just for good measure, was that Ichigo's consciousness was starting to respond to his lover's desperate reiatsu. He wouldn't have been able to stay much longer without being distractingly berated and fought by the teen, so he was glad that the blond gave in when he did, allowing him to exit without tipping his hand.
The question then became who would be his next victim?
Two questions: Any suggestions or requests? and How rough is too rough? (I want Ichigo's hollow to be cruel but I don't want to alienate any of you awesome readers.)