Warning: MATURE SEXUAL CONTNTS (between Ichigo and HIchigo! XD)
This is a very fast update and the rest of the chapters will also be fast because i really want to finish with this fiction already! XD I'm just so close...So expect another new chapter in a few days. X)
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12
The thing which he was feeling most was confusion. And anger which streamed from this confusion. A muddled mess of frustration and never ending circles of questions.
Grimmjow hastened his steps. The clock was ticking. A few seconds ago his finely tuned senses immediately picked up on Ichigo's flaring Reiatsu. He easily identified the signature of his strongest move, the Getsuga Tensho, as well as the other presence who was his opponent. Ulquiorra.
He really wasn't surprised when, moment later, the human's presence started fading. If anything, he was surprised he managed to survive the Quarto at all. However, if Grimmjow didn't hurry he knew Ichigo would die. Already his presence was barely noticeable, it was so weak.
For the hundredth time he wondered why he cared so much about one pesky boy. For the hundredth time he convinced himself that he simply wanted to kill him, that he was only an interesting prey. For the hundredth time he knew he was ling to himself.
He noticed the change in his feelings towards the Shinigami a while back, but stubborn as he was, he pointedly ignored them. He didn't understand their meaning because he never felt like this towards another person. Whatever interest he had it disappeared relatively fast as soon as he found someone else more interesting.
But Ichigo was different. He found more and more of his thoughts being occupied by the hot-headed boy. He dreamed about him. Dreams that had him waking up sweating and feeling unnaturally hot. He remembered Ichigo's face and eagerness in the alley and his muscles tensed.
Before he knew it, he wanted to see Ichigo and not kill him. It made no sense to him! Why did he simply want to see the chocolate eyes? Why did he want, so desperately, to feel the soft skin again? All those new emotions stormed inside him and Grimmjow found himself seething with anger.
Whatever he was going through, Ichigo was the answer to his questions. He was the source of his internal struggle. If only he managed to eradicate the source Grimmjow was sure he would be back to his killing self in no time flat.
Having Ichigo die at the hands of Ulquiorra was maddening. Not only because he wished to do the deed himself but also he felt a sharp pain, like a piercing sword, at the thought of the human dead. He had every intention of changing that by using the girl, Orihime. If anyone was capable of resurrecting Ichigo it was she.
He pushed the fact that he was violating a direct order from Aizen at the back of his mind. For this human boy he was officially becoming an enemy of Hueco Mundo.
Ichigo couldn't move. Even his chest rose with difficulty. His vision was blurry and he couldn't focus it. He was standing in an upright position somehow, like a stone statue forever doomed to hold his pose. He could only see white, and he idly wondered if he was already dead.
'You're not dead yet, but you are dying. I told you this would happen.' Even through his muddled senses Ichigo could identify the Hollow's screeching voice. The white surrounding made a lot more sense all of a sudden.
'But as usually you only do what you want. You just had to save the girl even though I warned you against it! Now you are dying and you have no one to blame except yourself.'
'You didn't come. When I needed you, you didn't come….' Ichigo's words whizzed out in pained breaths. He remembered reaching for Hollow Ichigo's strength when fighting Ulquiorra, but came back empty handed. He knew Hollow Ichigo was there but it was like an invisible barrier separated the two. The hollow kept true to his threat.
'I told you I wouldn't. You had to be thought an important lesson one way or another.' An easy smile stretched lazily on Hollow Ichigo's white lips.
'What do you mean?...'
'You don't understand the situation at all do you?' He chuckled heartedly before his hand struck out like a vicious viper, his fingers coiling around Ichigo's throat. He squeezed until Ichigo's eyelids began to fall. When the grasp lessoned, Ichigo gasped for breath desperately. 'You're at my mercy Ichigo. I'm the one who dictates what happens with you now.'
The Shinigami couldn't speak but the question was evident in his frowning eyes.
'What am I going to do? I told you when you became the king Ichigo. When you would slip, even for a moment, I would come and take the throne. This is that moment Ichigo! I'm no longer going to be your horse! I'm going to take over your body and dominate your consciousness!'
A pulsing, resonating laughter followed, loud and mad enough that Ichigo instinctively recoiled. If the fingers weren't holding his neck firmly he would have managed a shaky step backwards. The hollow ignited a primal fear inside him that streamed out of his helplessness.
'What about what you said before?'
'About me protecting you?' He chuckled mockingly, relishing Ichigo's pained expression. 'You know what your biggest problem is? You're too trusting. Manipulating you is far too easy and because of that it was only a short matter of time until I was going to get you in a situation like this. You want to know the truth Ichigo?'
The Hollow moved close enough to tough the human's forehead with his own. 'I hate you with every ounce of my existence. I dreamed about the day when I could have you like this, under my absolute control and I can see the life slowly fading out of your eyes.'
Each word was like a physical blow, hurting a thousand times harder than any trashing he previously had to endure. Suddenly Hollow Ichigo crushed his lips with Ichigo's, stealing his breath and forcefully ravishing the gasping lips. He constricted his fingers around the fragile throat again, forcing the mouth to reflexively open wider, trying to swallow some necessary air.
The hollow pursued only his own pleasure and didn't pause when Ichigo showed signs of discomfort. The free hand ripped the boy's clothes away with angry movements until half of Ichigo was completely exposed to the elements.
Searing pain ran through Ichigo's numbed nerves as the hollow threw him against the nearest hard surface. The glass shattered from the impact and cut into Ichigo's flesh without mercy. He staggered, barely able to hold himself upright, his frame bending over before Hollow Ichigo was upon him and his hand was around his throat once more.
'You like being forced Ichigo? Just like with that pathetic Arrancar? You enjoyed being fucked against the rough wall and raped by him?' Ichigo wished he could deny it but the truth was that he did enjoy it. He did dream of Grimmjow's harsh touch and possessive kisses. 'That's right. You're nothing but a slut Ichigo.'
The dirty words send shameful jolts straight to his member and Ichigo cursed his body's weakness. Seeing how easy it was to send his king into a state of depravity had the hollow grinning widely. He latched his cold lips onto Ichigo's throat and bit, intend on causing as much pain as he could while still making Ichigo feel like a whore.
His mouth moved to the dip between neck and shoulder and drew more blood from there. He continued to leave lacerations along Ichigo's upper frame until the youth was squirming and clawing at Hollow Ichigo, pushing with all his scarce strength against the unmoving body.
'Admit it. You like it.'
'No! Let me go!'
'Oh really? Then what's this?' The hollow grinded his knee against Ichigo's hardening erection harshly, causing more pain than pleasure but proving his point none the less.
'Just hurry up and kill me!...' Ichigo tried to sound tough but with his red cheeks and burning skin it was almost impossible.
'We'll get to that. But why rush this? Besides you might as well get used to it since this will be your new way of life. I'll fuck you however many times I feel like it, whenever I want and you won't be able to do a single thing to stop me.'
Grimmjow kept his eyes on Ichigo, while Orihime did her thing. He looked into the open, unseeing orbs. The eyes of a dead man. Cuts, burns and bruises covered Ichigo from head to toe. Nothing the Arrancar hadn't seen before. This haunting image was a regular sight to the Espada and usually it was he who reduced his victims to a lifeless heap of meant.
But he once more found Ichigo an exception to the rule. He couldn't drag his eyes away from his. He was keeping a cool, uncaring front but he felt a weird numbing sensation running rampart through him.
'Who would do something like this?' Orihime's wavering voice brought him back to reality. He had to stop thinking of the boy. It was driving him insane.
'Ulquiorra.' He answered Orihime's question on autopilot. The thought of Ulquiorra shoving his hand inside Ichigo's flesh made him want to roar. His hatred for the Quarto spiked. 'That's his mark alright. I don't know if he realizes it, but he always makes a hole in his victims in the same spot.'
The Arrancar rose from his sitting position, his fingers flexing and unflexing. Orihime watched him with wary eyes, recognising the murderous look in his features.
'I'm gonna teach him a lesson. That's the price you pay for going after another man's prey.'
'I'll never stop fighting you!-' He didn't get a chance to say anything else as Hollow Ichigo backhanded him viciously across the mouth. Blood trickled from the corner of his busted lip.
'That's not how you talk to your new king. Unlike you, I demand your respect.' The hollow's grin didn't waver but rather got wider at the amount of power he had over the Shinigami. He missed being the one in control and having Ichigo cowering like a cornered animal.
Anger bubbled inside Ichigo like a witch's brew. At failing to save Orihime. At dying. At Hollow Ichigo's betrayal. At Grimmjow's absence.
'Go to Hell!' In his defiance he spit at Hollow Ichigo. The golden eyes filled with annoyance and the smirk died on his lips. He brushed his cheek with his unoccupied hand.
'Alright then. If you're so eager to die than let me take care of it!' The hollow's breath washed over Ichigo's face, hot and angry.
His fingers extended and Hollow Ichigo drew his arm back intending to spear the human, ironically, in the exact same manner as Ulquiorra before him. Ichigo watched everything happen in slow motion. He was about to die for the second time in one day.
His last thought was of Grimmjow.
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