Warning: MATURE SEXUAL CONTETS

Thank you very much for reading so far and for your kind encouragement! Things are going to get a little steamy in this chapter so enjoy! XD

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Ichigo glared at the hollow in front of him. This was it. This was the battle he had been training for. Ichigo knew that if he didn't win this battle he would lose the war. If he couldn't control his own inner self there was no chance he could be in the same league as Grimmjow. Let alone Aizen.

The thought of the azure eyed man sent rippling emotions through him, and his glare intensified. If it hadn't been for his hollow's stubbornness and desire to take over him, he could have fought Grimmjow as an equal. Even if he couldn't, at least he could have wiped that fucking smirk off the Arrancar's face. No way would he have looked at Ichigo like he was trash.

'What's wrong? You look so glum. How come?' The sound of the hollow's voice made the hairs on the back of Ichigo's neck stand up. It was neither animal nor human. It was distorted, like a number of sounds merging and mixing into one.

Ichigo chose to ignore the question. If he was indeed his darker half he knew damn well what was pressing him, and why the fuck he was so 'glum'. Ichigo kept a cool expression as he shifted his gaze, sweeping the premises. He didn't find what he was looking for.

'Where is he? Where's Zangetsu?'

The hollow smiled at Ichigo like he was indulging a child. Another one! Ichigo was getting really tired of others looking at him with that arrogant superiority. The hollow's white eyes were cold and cruel. A pair of icy blue ones flashed in Ichigo's mind...

'Why you…..' Ichigo reached for his zanpakuto, ready to pounce. He was interrupted in mid action.

'I don't know Zangetsu. Is it that thing in your hand?' The white finger pointed towards Ichigo. 'Or, is it this?'

Ichigo's eyes widened as the hollow pulled a zanpakuto identical to his own, still strung over his shoulder. The only thing different was the colour. Hollow Ichigo's blade was pure white, reflecting the skin of its owner and the ribbon trailing from the hilt was jet black. 'A white Zangetsu!'

'You wanted to know where Zangetsu was. All right then.' The hollow's grin widened and his eyes shone. Before Ichigo could ponder his words, he jumped and brought his blade down towards Ichigo. 'I am Zangetsu!'

The human barley had enough time to raise his own sword and defend himself. The hollow pushed against the blade with such force, Ichigo was pushed back. He looked defiantly into the golden eyes of his assailant. Once more he was shocked of how similar they were to Grimmjow's. If they were blue, they would be identical….

'Now's not the time to be distracted.' Ichigo snapped out of his daze in time to block a thrust from Hollow Ichigo's sword. The hollow's laughter resonated through him. The laugh of the mad. Grimmjow's laugh….. 'No! Concentrate!'

'Having trouble concentrating?...' Ichigo scowled, angered by the other's knowing smirk. He resolved to end this fast.

Hollow Ichigo launched again and Ichigo had to use his hand as well as his blade to stop the hit. The ferocity of the attack startled the boy and his frown deepened. Maybe if he distracted his opponent he could find an opening.

'You! What did you do with Zangetsu?' The hollow widened his grin, having easily seen through Ichigo's plan but he decided to play along anyway and answer the question.

'Sheesh! How many times do I have to tell you! I am Zangetsu!', before he leaped back and packed his reiatsu into a deadly strike. The chocolate-eyed boy, swept by the force of the attack, was sent flying back, sending building chips and white smoke everywhere.

Ichigo's legs gave way, and he was grateful for the subterfuge of smoke. He used the zanpakuto to steady himself. He couldn't see, but he heard the sound of a light step landing on the building he crashed into. The step sounded almost delicate, which was ironic coming from someone like the hollow.

'Ichigo, maybe you don't get it but Zangetsu and I have always been one. Zangetsu and I are your spirit energy. I was just a part of Zangetsu before.' Ichigo listened mutely to the calm explanation. The smoke cleared and he saw the hollow's triumphant gaze. Anger welled inside him again. Hollow Ichigo continued.

'We shared the same body. But as our relationship changed, so did our appearance. When life rules, flesh covers the bone. When death rules, the bones become exposed. It's the same with us. My power increased. I became dominant and Zangetsu became a part of me.' He stopped here to sweep his gaze over the crouching teen. His eyes were as bleached as bones and Ichigo couldn't draw his own eyes away. Sweat trickled down his body.

'The more you tried to draw on Zangetsu's powers, the easier it became for me to dominate your soul.' A lazy smile crossed his lips when he said this. Ichigo tensed. Under no circumstances would he let someone like him dominate him in any way. Soul or…

'I see. Then if I defeat you here Zangetsu will be the centre of my spiritual power again.' Ichigo rose to his full height. He refused to let his mind wander.

'Defeat me? Impossible.' The arrogant smile widened. Ichigo saw red.

'Oh yeah?' He readied his stance to that of his Bankai. It was time to get serious. 'Look at this before you say that!' Ichigo saw with some satisfaction as his hollow's smile faded.

'Don't you get it? It really is impossible.' The soul reaper's breath caught in his throat looking at the evil split image of himself mimicking the Bankai stance as if facing a full size mirror. No. It did no good worrying about that now. He had to finish this and he had to do it now.

Both shouted at the top of their lungs, 'BAN-KAI', unleashing the true force of Zangetsu's power. Ichigo was frowning, a part of him worried about his situation. Hollow Ichigo smirked, his grin revealing his sharp, bone-white incisors.

Both attacked simultaneously sending sparks fly. They pushed against each other, each trying to gain the upper hand. Well, Ichigo was trying. His hollow-self looked like he was enjoying a fun game. He wasn't in the least bothered by the human. He didn't see him as a threat at all.

'When did you learn Bankai?'

'When did I? The same time you did Ichigo!'

The two broke apart, white and black flames dancing around them. Hollow Ichigo's vague answers and his attitude were really getting on Ichigo's nerves. He felt frustrated that he couldn't get a hit in; again! His anger spiked when the cold blue gaze drifted through his thoughts. A shiver ran down his spine and he cursed Grimmjow Jeagerjaques for his power over him. He hated it all the more since he couldn't put a name to it.

The boy ground his teeth and threw caution to the wind for the next blow. He threw himself at the stunned hollow and for the first time, he managed to push his opponent back. Hollow Ichigo's composure returned almost immediately and if anything, he looked even more arrogant than before. 'Just like him…'

'Why are you so angry? Let's have some fun with this!'

'Shut up!'

Rage gave Ichigo the brutal strength to throw the hollow back. He didn't intend to let this opportunity go. While Hollow Ichigo was open he called the name of his most powerful move. The move which he couldn't use outside his inner self. The move he needed to defeat that one Arrancar…..

'Getsuga Tensho.' His tone was low, almost a growl. He refused to think about him. He refused!

Ichigo wasn't looking, so he didn't see the change in the bone cold eyes. They hardened. Bone was hard but it was breakable. The white eyes weren't anymore. Ichigo hadn't realized that with the release of the Getsuga, he had ended the 'game'. Hollow Ichigo was about to get serious.

The hollow flicked Ichigo's fang away as easily as if it was a slap from a child. The immaculate snow flames gathered around his equally white blade and he called the name of the move, unleashing the white Getsuga Tensho. Ichigo only had time to widen his eyes in shock as the move, a hundred times stronger than his had been, swept him away into a blazing explosion.

Ichigo's breath was ragged and he couldn't keep his shoulders up anymore. His expression remained defiant, but he felt his strength slip away just like the blood flowing out of his open wound. The cut across his abdomen and stomach stretched from hip to hip like a gaping, smiling mouth.

Hollow Ichigo was content to watch the bleeding boy for a while, relishing the sight of the red liquid trailing and forming a puddle at his feet. He enjoyed seeing the boy suffer and he felt a stir inside him. Well, since he was going to kill him slowly and torment his mind, why not have a little fun in the process? He decided to start with breaking his resolve.

'I told you…. You're not good enough Ichigo. Didn't you notice? I was the first to use the true Getsuga Tenshou after we released our Bankai.' He took a slow step towards the frozen teen. ' You're just a dumb kid trying to imitate the master, Ichigo' He said the name tauntingly, rolling the word inside his mouth like he was tasting it.

Ichigo didn't see him move. He saw a blur, a slight fuzz and the hollow vanished. In the nanosecond it took for Ichigo to blink, Hollow Ichigo closed the distance between them and was standing one step away from the paralyzed boy. His hand grasped the blade harshly showing Ichigo how useless it was in his hands.

'Give up.'

Ichigo let the words wash over him. The prospect sounded strangely appealing. He wanted to give up the whole thing. He wanted to go home, to his room and curl up in bed and sleep. The hollow read his mind and pressed further. Ichigo's resolve was nearly broken.

'You're not good enough. Ichigo.' To emphasize his words, he let his dark white reiatsu bathe the black zanpakuto Ichigo was holding and reverse its colours, turning it to tiny flakes of energy. The blade was the last thing Ichigo had which gave him a bit of hope and control over his fate. Now it was gone. Ichigo broke into a cold sweat.

Hollow Ichigo closed the distance between them even more. Ichigo was too shaken up by the cold words to react. He couldn't lift one finger. The hollow was close enough to touch Ichigo's chest with a slight move of his hand. The hollow's cold skin made Ichigo twitch.

'You were distracted the whole time. Tell me, who's on your mind, Ichigo.' The tone was commanding and Ichigo swallowed dryly. The feelings inside his stomach twirled again. The fear stirred like butterflies in a glass jar.

Hollow Ichigo moved his cold palm over Ichigo's burning skin. He softly let it trail towards the smiling wound, smearing the blood further with his movements. Only the tips of his fingers touched the wound, so softly, Ichigo would have thought the hollow didn't want to hurt him. He knew better.

Suddenly the white fingers plunged inside the exposed muscle making Ichigo scream. The pain was overwhelming and Ichigo's nerves didn't work. He couldn't move at all. Ichigo continued to scream as the hollow clenched and flexed the fingers inside the damaged tissue.

'Tell me!'

'….grimmjow…..' He couldn't stop himself. The name left his lips like it had a mind of its own.

'Good boy.' As a reward for his 'good behaviour' Hollow Ichigo pulled the blood soaked hand away, sending drops falling to the floor, leaving ruby stains where they fell. Ichigo fell to his knees and he felt like he couldn't get enough oxygen inside his lungs. He was at Hollow Ichigo's mercy.

The said hollow looked with satisfaction at the powerless youth in front of him. Now that the mind was broken, or breaking, he could go on to breaking the body. He grinned mischievously as he thought about that. That part he was going to enjoy.

He looked down at the disoriented victim and he reached his hand to ruffle his short cropped orange hair. Ichigo hadn't expected that and he looked up, surprise clear on his face, only to meet Hollow Ichigo's eyes.

'Why are you thinking about him, Ichigo?' Ichigo didn't want to answer, because he didn't know the answer himself. He narrowed his eyes and glared, hating the way Hollow Ichigo played around with him.

'Should I tell you?' While he said this he moved his hand, almost lovingly, through Ichigo's hair and down his cheek . He smoothly let the fingers fall across the skin. The boy said nothing, but glared with more negative emotion.

'You're mine Ichigo! He can't have you!' The outburst shook Ichigo to his bones. With the raise in voice, the mock gentleness in his movements also went away. The long fingers closed harshly around the quivering chin and Hollow Ichigo pulled Ichigo's head up sharply, forcing his neck to arch back, his eyes looking straight up.

His muscles found the ability to move again and Ichigo struggled, bringing his arm up and trying to push the hollow's away. With a fast movement his pathetic attempts were stopped by Hollow Ichigo's vice like fingers wrapping around his wrist with bruising force. A yelp of pain escaped Ichigo as the iron trap clenched further around his thin joints.

While he was too dazed by pain Hollow Ichigo pushed his pray down, violently, enjoying the sight of his body stiffening as it made hard contact with the ground. Pain shot through every fibre of his body, and Ichigo struggled to come back to his senses. Whatever his darker side planed it was going to be bad, and he had no desire to let him do as he pleased without a fight.

The teen punched at Hollow Ichigo as he descended on top of him. The fist missed but Ichigo was not discouraged. He snarled and wriggled his body from under Hollow Ichigo's desperately trying to get free.

'Stop squirming! The sooner you sit still the sooner we can start having some fun!' The use of the word 'we' was really referring to the word 'I'. Ichigo knew this and he didn't relent his desperate efforts.

Physically the hollow was superior. Without a zanpaktou and in a compromising position as well, Ichigo was quickly losing hope. He didn't want to admit it, being a hot headed fool, but he knew deep down that he was at his enemy's mercy. Second time this was happening to him in less than one week…..

'You're thinking of him again. I guess I'll just have to make you forget about him, Ichigo.'

Up to that point, Hollow Ichigo was content to watch the boy struggle under him with both his hands pinned by his side, like a flaming butterfly on display, but now he was growing irritated. He demanded Ichigo's full attention, absolutely and completely.

'Get off! Let me go!' Ichigo's pleas were unheard. Hollow Ichigo licked his lips, before pushing them against Ichigo's. The force of the kiss was so that Ichigo's head made an audible bam, his skull pushed against the building surface. A rattle went through his bones and his jaw shook, opening involuntarily.

As the lean muscle forced its way inside Ichigo's mouth his struggles diminished. He was tired and he was getting nowhere. His waist, legs and arms still twitched with jolts of adrenaline fused electricity still circling his nerves, effusing to abandon the most primary of instincts. Fight or flight. He concentrated on moving his neck and expelling the invading tongue.

However, no matter how much he tensed the push against his lips kept him firmly in place. He changed tactic. He fought with his own red tongue against the blue one. Even this part of the hollow was cold. It felt like a slip of living ice, frozen and hard, sliding against his own hot verbal muscle. Ichigo expected mist to form between the encounter of hot and cold.

Hollow Ichigo let his tongue roam, easily pushing past Ichigo's resistances. The act of forcefully taking something from the unwilling boy was very exciting to him. He rammed the tongue down the open throat and clamped his lips even harder against Ichigo's. He could feel Ichigo's limbs become limp, the struggle slowly seeping out of him.

The hollow noted with satisfaction as Ichigo's tongue pushed more and more meekly against his. The push became a rub and Hollow Ichigo sucked the now-compliant tongue inside his own mouth. Ichigo pulled back but Hollow Ichigo wouldn't let him go. Shyly at first, realizing he had no choice, the teen probed inside the open cavern, running along the icy flesh. New sensations, never felt before, electrified Ichigo but he refused, with all his might, to give into those sensations.

Realizing he was relaxing into the hollow's grip, Ichigo pulled back defiantly, catching Hollow Ichigo off guard. His waist shifted again and energy crawled back into his fatigued body. He would not give in! Defiance was his middle name.

Slightly irritated Hollow Ichigo gave into his blood thirst and bit painfully on Ichigo's lower lip. His sharp incisors easily sank through the pink flesh and blood stained the perfect white. He ignored the muffled noises of displeasure and ran his icy tongue over the thorn lip, lapping the blood and loving the salty taste. He found the act highly intimate and erotic. Nobody else would dominate Ichigo like he was about to.

Ichigo was his and nobody could have him.

Yep things are heating up! I intend to continue from this exact point, sorry that i left you at the best part...I'm mean that way. XD Please let me know what you thought, and thank you for the read. Also it might take me a while before i can post the next chapter, so I'm sorry in advance...