Warning: MATURE SEXUAL CONTENTS
Sorry this took so long! Real life can be such a pain sometimes...Oh well, here it is. The continuation of HIchigo x Ichigo! XD Hope you like it and please let me know what you think. Also I should warn you that I was listening to some seriously weird songs while I wrote this and it might be a bit graphic for some. Not too bad but still, I did my part and warned you. ¬.¬ Well still, ENJOY!
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Kensai was finding it harder and harder to dodge Ichigo's blows. His breath came in ragged huffs and he knew he had, at most, another ten seconds before the hollow's wild power became critically overwhelming.
He leaped back, nearly tripping over his own feet, in a desperate attempt to get away from the clawed, bony fingers. The silver haired man was covered in scratches from when he hadn't been fast enough, just by a second, and the ten bone daggers touched his flesh.
Suddenly the hollow flash-stepped and with unparalleled ferocity punched at Kensai. The blow was too fast and powerful for the Vizard to completely block and he was pushed back, the fist connecting with his abdomen and making a sickening crunching sound. Experience taught him to recognize the sound of a broken rib.
He picked up on the disarray of shouts his companions were making. He detected panic and realized it was directed at the hollow. Once the fog of pain from his acquired injury was under control he saw why the others were freaking out.
Ichigo's form had morphed again. With sickening certainty he realized the boy was even stronger now. Great, as if staying alive wasn't hard enough already. He suppressed a cold shiver as his eyes focused on the back and forth whipping tail, extending behind the hollow.
Hiyori stepped in between the two. Without looking back she told Kensai to take a hike. Normally he would have retorted with some threatening remark, but he knew as well as Hiyori that he was glad to get away from the terrifying creature.
None of them had to go through such extreme transformations. He could only shudder at the intensity of Ichigo's internal struggle.
'What the hell is going on in there?...'
What started off as a white surrounding quickly got dyed with pools of red. Ichigo's vision drifted, a part of him searching for a distraction. He wanted something, anything to take his mind away from the things happening to him. His eyes only saw a mixture of hard, concrete white surface and flowing, congealing red blood. His own blood.
'Scream some more. Scream for me.' The hollow's voice drew his eyes away for a second. His resolve was already broken. His defiance shattered. Yet the dark part of his soul wasn't content.
Slowly HIchigo broke him, relishing every second. With passionate horror he cut and carved into that beautiful young body that was such a contrast to his own. With the sword, Ichigo depended on, he slashed the broken skin watching with growing fascination as the blood underneath his victim expanded from a pool to a sea.
The hollow licked his lips and his pupils dilated. His lust flared and a moan escaped his thin lips when Ichigo screamed, his pain slowly wining over his pride. In the heat of the moment he leaned down and planted hungrier, devouring kisses while the blade continued to draw yet more pain.
And now he looked down at the half naked, trembling enemy and smirked. This weak creature would never be his king. He refused to bow his head to anyone inferior to himself.
Ichigo looked up at his hollow self with sunken, dried eyes. He couldn't put enough emotion in them to make him any more threatening than a corpse. He couldn't feel anything past the numbing pain. His mind lost count of how long he had been inside his inner world.
'How long?...' Even his voice sounded weak and hoarse. He couldn't bring it above a low, shaking whisper.
'How long what? You'll have to be more specific Ichigo.' The boy in question flared his nostrils, a small act of defiance igniting inside him again. It was a tiny flicker but it didn't go unnoticed to the hollow. Hollow Ichigo's grin faded and his hollow eyes shone with lust. The boy was stubborn he'd give him that.
'How long was I in here?' Ichigo managed to raise his voice enough to put weight behind his words. Hollow Ichigo regarded his supposed king with a little respect.
'In the real world, around five minutes.' He smirked as the teen looked up confused. He was wondering how it was possible for everything to happen in five minutes. It wasn't.
'But how?...'
'Time flows differently here Ichigo. This is YOUR world.' The hollow seemed to smile warmly for a second before it morphed into a cold smirk. 'And since I now control you, it's MY world.' His grin showed his sharp incisors still stained red from when he bit into Ichigo's flesh. 'I can keep you here for as long as I want.' He leaned down, bringing his face inches from Ichigo's, letting their breaths mix. 'And I can do whatever I want to you.'
With a wicked grin he fisted Ichigo's hair and pulled him up roughly, extracting a meek whine from the pained boy. With no gentleness whatsoever, he shoved the limp body against a vertical section of a skyscraper. The window glass shattered from the impact and it cut into Ichigo's already damaged body. He winced and momentarily lost his breath. His eyes squinted shut.
Before he could regain his senses he felt the cold lips press against his. He opened his mouth obediently knowing that if he refused the hollow would bite him until he complied. No point in prolonging his suffering. As before, Hollow Ichigo demonstrated his skill by turning Ichigo's brain to mush.
A part of him wondered how in the name of hell was his darker side such an amazing kisser when he still hadn't kissed a girl... What with all the defending and staying alive he didn't pay much attention to the opposite sex. Although considering his shameful reactions he was starting to think he never really had any interest in the opposite sex.
Hollow Ichigo smirked into the kiss reading Ichigo's thoughts as easily as if he was an open book. Ichigo's confusion fueled his desire. It made his lust blaze when the boy's mind buzzed with the shock of his switch from horrid, cruel torture to almost loving, passionate play.
Hollow Ichigo pulled away leaving Ichigo panting. The hollow held the boy up, otherwise he would have slit to the ground, his legs too weak to support anything. Hollow Ichigo took a second to drink in the sight. His insides twisted almost painfully and he snarled, crushing their lips together in an almost destructive way. He wanted to go further and Ichigo really wasn't in any position to protest.
He abandoned Ichigo's bruised lips to bite on his exposed neck. He ran his tongue across the sensitive flesh, trailing the protruding artery from jaw to collar bone. Ichigo shuddered into the pleasurable sensation. With the last inch of his shredded dignity he held a moan in like his life depended on it.
His vision clouded and he recognized the danger of tears about to spill. He couldn't help it. He hated this whole situation. He hated being overpowered. He hated being looked down on. He hated the way his body betrayed the wave of confused pleasure rushing through him like adrenaline. He hated Hollow Ichigo and his horribly skilled mouth.
'Not finished? Gimme a break. Tosen just saved your life soul reaper!'
Ichigo's eyes snapped open as his thoughts filled, once more, with the memory of Grimmjow's cold voice. Suddenly he remembered the reason why he had to win this internal struggle. His thoughts filled with the faces of his friends and his family, smiling at him and depending on his strength. He couldn't let Hollow Ichigo crush him. If he fell he wouldn't be the only one who would be lost; all the other people who depended on him would share his fate.
'Don't forget my name. And pray you never hear it again. Grimmjow Jeagerjaques! Next time you hear that name you're dead meat soul reaper!'
He built up his resolve and, taking Hollow Ichigo by surprise, pushed his agressor away. At that moment the hollow was busy marking Ichigo's shoulder and his teeth left deep scrapes as he lost his footing. Ichigo paid it no mind. He drew upon his last remains of energy and mentally hardened himself for another battle against his darker self. And this battle he HAD to win.
He flash stepped as far away from Hollow Ichigo's reach as he could. By now the hollow had recovered and all traces of amusement were gone from his face. His lips were stretched into a threatening snarl and he lunged for the still recovering Ichigo. With merciless cruelty he kicked Ichigo in the gut making him bent over before delivering another one to his ribs.
Ichigo didn't have a chance to recover his breath as another kick made contact with his lithe body followed by another and another. At one point Hollow Ichigo literally started stomping on him. Ichigo couldn't do much more than cover his face with his arms in a meek attempt to protect himself.
'I lost to Grimmjow.'
Ichigo's anger peeked and he blocked Hollow Ichigo's foot before it made contact with his body again. He knew he only had a second before the hollow would resume beating him and he had no intention of letting that slip away. However Hollow Ichigo had other plans.
With unexpected speed the dominant man pulled Ichigo up by the hair and punched him in the face with his free hand. Ichigo was sent flying by the strength of the attack. The hollow looked on as the other crushed the nearby building sending crumbling pieces in every direction. He was back in his calm self after having suppressed his demonic temper by beating Ichigo up. The same Ichigo who was shakily standing on his feet and huffing in pain. He was beginning to think the boy was unbreakable.
'You really are an idiot. Why are you standing there without a weapon?' It was time to end this. He knew his power was already overwhelming Ichigo and his exterior body was as good as his. It was time to kill Ichigo in the spiritual world and permanently take over the body. Then he could do whatever he wanted to him; once he would be the king.
'Ichigo.' The boy looked up at the mention of his name. 'What's the difference between a king and the horse he rides?' Hollow Ichigo's voice had that arrogant bored note to it. He lazily toyed with his sword in a threatening manner as Ichigo furrowed his brows.
'What?' The hollow smirked at Ichigo's dumb question.
'Don't worry. It's not a riddle or a stupid guessing game. It's an important truth.' Ichigo looked dumbly at him and Hollow Ichigo raised his voice. 'Is it shape, ability, strength? When two beings are exactly the same how do they decide which of them will be the king and lead them into battle and which will lend its strength to the other, like a horse? What allows one to dominate the other?'
Ichigo shook at the hollow's voice. He didn't know the answer. Hollow Ichigo regarded him with a terrifying calmness and his voice held something shockingly similar to sorrow when he spoke again. Only for a second though.
'The answer is simple.' The hollow grinned and his demonic side took over again. 'A killer instinct! How else does one powerful being dominate another? That's what it takes to be a king! An insatiable hunger for battle! For power! The will to mercilessly crush any enemy! To tear them apart! To hack them to pieces! A ravenous bloodlust!'
Each gruesome description was beckoned by the sound of the swishing sword in the hollow's hand as it sliced through thin air in a mad frenzy.
'The will to rip off skin! To gauge flesh! To crush bone and mangle sinew!' He dragged his fingers across his ivory neck in a demonstration of some of the aforementioned audacities. 'Somewhere carved deep into your primordial unconscious, you have to want to kill!' His eyes shone with the hunger to act on those impulses.
Ichigo felt his muscles tighten as his eyes were glued to the hollow's. He couldn't rip them away. He swallowed dryly, every one of Hollow Ichigo's words hitting him with fresh waves of fear. And he wasn't even finished yet.
'And you don't have it! You lack that indomitable drive! You fight with your head! You try to defend your enemies with reason!' His smirking anger sounded bitter to Ichigo. 'But how can you slay with a sheathed sword? That's why you'll never defeat me Ichigo!'
Hollow Ichigo screeched the teen's name as he threw the bone white blade through him. The white Zangetsu flew through the air like a spear and cut Ichigo like he was as soft as butter. He looked as Ichigo struggled to comprehend where the new wave of pain was coming from. And there it was. The end was near. He was king.
'I refuse Ichigo. I don't know about Zangetsu but there's no way I'll ever play horse to a king who's weaker than I am, and be slain with him.' He moved to where Ichigo was standing, still struggling to comprehend what was happening.
'If you're weaker than me I'll crush you….' He placed his hand on the hilt of Zangetsu. '….And become the king myself.' He drove the sword deeper into Ichigo with a sickening tearing sound. His smile widened as he noticed Ichigo's vacant eyes. He was as good as dead.
He let a laugh ripple out of him and echo around the empty space. Suddenly Ichigo's hand shot up and clenched on the blade drenched in his own blood. The hollow's laugh died in his throat as the boy's black flame Reiatsu blazed and started devouring his white Zangetsu, the same way he previously did to Ichigo's black zanpakuto.
Hollow Ichigo let go of the hilt as the fire crept on his own arm and started taking over him. He looked with unmasked shock at the enemy he took for dead. Ichigo met his eyes. Hollow Ichigo shivered. What he saw in those eyes was….a killer instinct.
He widened his eyes even further as Ichigo pulled the blade, now entirely under his spiritual control, and fixed him with a hardened glare. Hollow Ichigo felt a pang of fear at what he saw in the usually warm and caring chocolate orbs. He recognized the truth for what it was. He was just a horse after all.
'Ha.'
He didn't put up a resistance or protest as Ichigo sank his fang into him. He looked down at his new king with resigned admiration. Maybe this one human was worthy of his loyalty. He certainly proved himself by resisting all his attempts to break him and exceeding all of the hollow's expectations.
Hollow Ichigo let out a groan as he felt the black flames erupting on his back. He let the warm Reiatsu burn him up without any protest. The battle was already lost, for now.
'…..Blast. Guess you had a little killer instinct after all….' He didn't have much time left. Ichigo regarded him with calm demure. He didn't look triumphant or happy. Rather Hollow Ichigo saw regret. His exterior was that of his usual cruel and smirking dark self, but inside he felt a soft flutter for his new king.
'Fine then. Since you defeated me I accept you as my king…for now.' He said this in an uncharacteristically soft tone. Time to switch back to his hateful self. 'But don't ever forget, either one of us can become the king or the horse. The moment I sense the slightest weakness in you I'll throw you off and crush your skull!'
The two regarded each other for a second. Ichigo looked at his hollow self without any of the previous fear. The hollow's threat registered and the boy knew that he was speaking the truth, but he couldn't shake a bitter taste forming in his mouth. Why was he feeling guilty for defeating Hollow Ichigo? He decided to address that worry on a later date.
'And heed my warning. If you really want to control my powers, until next we meet, make sure you don't get killed!' The hollow's parting words made Ichigo gasp with the awful realization, then everything went blank.
Ichigo's hollow mask shattered and he registered the fact that he was falling. He hit the ground and the dust settled around him. Wait. Dust? No skyscrapers and endless skies? He was back in the real world. The he remembered the hollow's last words and the explosion.
'How do you feel Ichigo?' His eyes rolled up to look at Shinji. The battle was over. He won, and he was that much closer to defeating Aizen. And meeting Grimmjow again.
'Mmmm. Not bad.' He smiled genuinely at the towering Vizard.
'Good' Shinji returned the grin and flashed both rows of his perfectly pearly teeth.
Ichigo found himself remembering the other thing Hollow Ichigo said.
'The moment I sense the slightest weakness in you I'll throw you off and crush your skull!'
He let his eyes trail across his zanpakuto, still in its thinner more elegant Bankai form. He gripped the hilt with a surprisingly steady hand. Slowly he brought it close to him and held it in front of his face. He knew the hollow was inside him, listening.
'Sorry. I won't let you…' He directed the apology at Hollow Ichigo with a smile on his lips, feeling his guilt go away with the words.
Hollow Ichigo smirked to himself and looked at the bright sky. His king was in a good mood. He closed his eyes and simply enjoyed the moment. He knew he should feel angry, rebellious and vengeful at having someone dominate him, but he didn't.
He sighed and thought of Ichigo. The only other creature who could control him. To this single boy he was willing to lend his power and strength without question. Only to him did his loyalty belong. But his loyalty was like a brewing storm. If Ichigo was going to get careless then he would be blown away and the hollow would have no problem turning destructive. He could NOT be tamed.
He scoffed as he remembered demanding Ichigo's attention earlier that day. The thought of the chocolate eyed boy thinking of someone else really irked him for some reason. He wanted to know what this feeling was and how he could control it. He also wanted to know why he wanted to kiss Ichigo's lips so badly again and listen to the boy's soft moans.
But for now he was content with the sunshine. He was happy that Ichigo was happy and any doubt that Ichigo was a good king vanished when the teen apologized.
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