Requested by 3R15UKOUM31- thank you thank you thank you. Also, your Ulquiorra OC has grown- it seems that I cannot write OCs without them being too long. So, it's probably going to get posted as a one-shot soon enough. :)
Ichigo x Hichigo
Rent
His inner hollow lived inside his body, like a lodger that you wouldn't want to remember. He took advantage of Ichigo's hospitality, and although he borrowed its powers sometimes, Ichigo didn't get all that much out of it- or at least, not enough to make the uncomfortable living situation worth his while. And really, although the first few times he had demanded it he had called it rent, they both knew that the power was not the real thing that Ichigo was charging.
The real rent was sick.
It was twisted.
And it always ended up being extremely pleasurable, if a little sore the next day.
He wondered if he was narcissistic, sometimes. He was fucking a mirror, after all, even if it was a black and white inverted one with a pretty sadistic sense of humour and a preference for biting. When he looked in a real mirror he could see those eerie, yellowed eyes staring back at him, through his own, which was a decidedly unnerving experience when you were brushing your teeth.
It was strange, fucking in your own mind, with a creature that was nothing more than a spiritual embodiment of an evil force that living inside of you. Confusing as hell, but at the end of the day, when it felt that good…
He shouldn't complain.
There was no love between them, not really, and it was all about gratification and it could have been a lot worse, really- at least there wasn't the constant question of 'if he's going to call or not', was there?
Ichigo sighed, lying on his back on his bed, wondering if, if he were ever to get a partner of flesh and blood, if fucking in your head constituted as cheating.
And then he felt the tugging in the back of his mind that meant that the hollow wanted his attention, and so he closed his eyes and leant back in his bed and reached his hands down the front of his jeans to stroke himself into a hardness that would translate to his mental-self, and when he got there his hollow was waiting, grin wide and predatorily smirking.
Stark naked, an unearthly white.
"First of the month, King. Wanna collect your rent?"