Chapter 7: Cruel intentions

On a startled cry, Uryu opened his weary eyes, panting and heart drumming in his ears. Where was he? What happened? Did he have another nightmare? He was lying on a bed, feeling disoriented and dizzy, in a room with only dim lights. Instinctively, he tried reaching for his glasses, but his arms felt so heavy he could barely move them. Grunting and cursing, he tried to reposition his heavy and flushed body, but it wasn't really working as he could only move a little. Feeling hot and dazed, he laid back down again, breathing fast. What was wrong with him? Had he strained himself too much these last few days? Maybe he was in dire need of some more sleep.

"Hey. You're awake." A blurred voice spoke to him as some lights went on.

Uryu gasped as he squinted his eyes to the sudden brightness. He'd heard that voice before, but he couldn't put his finger onto its bearer right away. "W-where am I? Who are you?" he asked, trying to uncloud his fuzzy mind, while his mouth felt like it was filled with cotton. Making his words come out slurred and not entirely right.

Someone chuckled before speaking again. "Why, it's me of course. It's Ichigo!"

"I-Ichigo?" Slowly the Quincy tried to focus on the voice, trying to match a face with its sound. He knew it had sounded familiar before. Only… why would the Substitute be here with him now? "Ichigo?" he repeated, confused. "W-what happened? I feel strange… Where are my glasses?"

Chuckling, the Substitute gently slid the specs over Uryu's nose, unblurring his vision, but he had to blink a few times to get his tired eyes to focus properly. The archer was astonished to look upwards into the other boy's soft smile. Ichigo was sitting beside him on the bed, legs flung over the side, dressed in only a tank top and boxers.

"It's alright. I think you just had a nightmare." The other boy caressed his face, wiping some of the fringe out of his eyes.

Grunting, Uryu looked about the room while his fuzzy mind was working overtime. Then, recognition dawned upon him and he felt his chest tighten, unable to understand what was going on. "But… this is… this is my apartment. It can't be real…"

"Where else would we be? You crazy thing." Ichigo chuckled, still caressing his face while looking down at him.

"B-but… I was evicted because I couldn't pay the rent anymore. I lost my home…" The Quincy's voice broke and he swallowed. He still couldn't move and his body felt so very heavy, but finding himself in his own bed made him relax a bit more. "This must be a dream… w-why else would you be here?"

Ichigo chuckled again. "Ssshhh. It's alright. I told you that you had a nightmare, didn't I? Thank god I stayed over tonight. You were feeling unwell and… I just couldn't bear to leave you all by yourself like this."

"B-but…" Uryu asked uncertain, still trying to clear the fuzziness of his mind. "Y-you asked me to stay away from you." His chest constricted, and his voice wavered. "You yelled… to stay out of your life. I had to leave my appartement and… I had nowhere to go…" His voice faltered and he couldn't fight the hurt that came pouring out as he looked up at the Substitute.

"Ssshh. Relax, all of that was just a bad dream. None of that was real. I'm here now. I'll take care of you." Before Uryu could process what was happening, Ichigo had already dipped down and claimed his lips in a gentle kiss.

When Ichigo withdrew, he kept both his thumbs on Uryu's flushed face, gently caressing his cheeks while he smiled. The Quincy couldn't hold back a few tears of relief when it dawned upon him that this was really happening.

Y-you're really here… and… none of all that happened? I'm home and… you don't want me to… keep my distance?" Swallowing hard, he reached for the Substitute, wanting to draw him into a gentle embrace. However, his body refused to cooperate, his limbs felt very sluggish still. Instead, Uryu managed to intertwine one of Ichigo's hands with his very slowly. A gesture that had become soothing to the both of them.

Ichigo brushed his tears away and softly said: "Yeah, I want to be here. With you."

"But… what about Inoue-san? Isn't she's your… girlfriend now?" Uryu had to know. He couldn't tell how long this awful dream went back. He had to ascertain what was real or not.

"I don't have a girlfriend, silly," Ichigo whispered as he dipped down again. "I only need you." With that the Substitute claimed his mouth again.

Uryu gasped in surprise as the Substitute sank down on the bed, laying down next to him and pulling the archer onto his side, so they were now face to face. Ichigo's arms wrapped around him possessively, and he kissed him again. The Quincy had great difficulties to move his arms, but managed to put his palms onto Ichigo's chest.

"I've missed you, Ichigo," he admitted shyly, feeling hot and flushed.

"Mmm… Yeah, me too," came the hasty reply before the Substitute put their lips together again.

Uryu surrendered to the person he loved, basking in his gentle caresses and soft kisses. He had so missed his touch, his soothing arms and warm voice. All that misfortune that had befallen him these last few weeks hadn't been real. Thank god! He was so happy he could cry with joy. Ichigo still cared about him. That cruel argument where the other boy admitted he'd only pretended to like him out of pity hadn't happened! Uryu felt his broken heart stir in his chest, encouraging him.

"D-does that mean… you wouldn't hate me for… dropping the L-word?" the Quincy asked, hesitantly, in between kisses, as the Substitute eagerly continued. He buried his fingers into Ichigo's tank top, looking at him with pink dusted cheeks.

"Mmmm?" Ichigo asked. "'Course not, silly. I like you, too." Ichigo pressed a trail of hot kisses against Uryu's neck, who couldn't contain a surprised moan. Both from the sensations and what the Substitute had just told him.

Stifling a sob at how those words made him feel, Uryu could only manage: "Ichigo… I'm so happy…"

"You talk too much." The other boy cut him off and plunged his tongue into his mouth.

Uryu was startled, but allowed the intrusion. They had done this before when Ichigo had had to claim him in Szayelaporro's lab, and a few times by accident when they'd tried healing together. But… Uryu couldn't help but think Ichigo was acting a bit unusual. He had never been so straightforward before, always afraid to do something wrong.

Ichigo kissed him breathless, delving his tongue inside Uryu's mouth excitedly. Soon they were both panting. Uryu found himself helpless against his ministrations, his body unwilling to move and his mind hazy. He had yearned for weeks for the other boy to hold him, and to be able to hold him in return. At least, it had felt like weeks, as he wasn't even sure what day it was right now. Was it still summer? So, Ichigo hadn't outed him in front of the whole class? He wasn't dating Orhihime? It was all very confusing for him, but right now, he found himself in the arms of the boy he loved, and that was all that mattered.

Ichigo made him feel safe.

However, the Quincy was surprised by the sudden change in the Substitute's behavior. They'd only shared soft kisses and gentle touches before, but right now, Ichigo wanted to kiss him like the world depended on it. It was baffling, as all these sensations were thrilling, yet terrifying. Stirring up all kinds of emotions and feelings in his body. It seemed, the Substitute was prepared to invest himself completely into their 'agreement' now.

"D-does this mean… we're boyfriends?" Uryu asked, bashfully, and blushing vividly. "No more hiding this… from our friends?"

"'Course we're boyfriends. Now hush," Ichigo whispered against his skin and pressed a kiss against his collarbone.

When Uryu felt one of the Substitute's hands slide under the seam of his long sleeved pajama shirt and caress his abdomen, he jumped. The other boy had never tried that before, and although it was a very normal thing for boyfriends to do, Uryu felt conflicted. It was as if an alarm sounded in his head, but he didn't understand why. Gasping, Uryu broke off the kiss again.

"I-Ichigo… w-wait…"

"Mmmm?" came the answer of the Substitute, not retrieving his roaming fingers while he gave a hot lick at the base of Uryu's neck, earning a surprised gasp in return. "What's wrong?"

"I-I don't know… M-maybe you should…. s-slow down…"

"Oww. Come on. We've done this before, haven't we?" Ichigo started unbuttoning Uryu's pajama shirt, one snap button at the time, while giving him a rather annoyed look. "You want to be with me, don't you?"

"Y-yes, but…"

"Relax," Ichigo whispered. "You want this. I know you do." He pushed Uryu's pajama shirt open, revealing his pale chest, before helping him out of it and tossing it aside.

The Substitute then proceeded to push him down onto the matrass, on his back. Even with his upper body now bare, Uryu still felt hot and bewildered. Looking up into Ichigo's stunning eyes, he asked: "I-I want… this?"

"Yeah, you want this, because you love me." The Substitute straddled his thighs, smiling at him.

"I-I think… you're right…" Had his mind been playing tricks on him again? This was Ichigo. The boy he loved. Why was he getting so anxious then? "I want this... R-right?"

"Yeah…" Ichigo answered before attacking him again.

The Quincy's cheeks flushed crimson as Ichigo swiftly started licking at the muscled planes of his torso, while rolling his nipples between his fingers, hardening them. Shocked, Uryu let out a high-pitched moan. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, and they had done this before, hadn't they?

Ichigo made an approving hum, followed by a low, chuckle. As Uryu lay panting he tried regrouping his fuzzy mind and keeping both the anxiety and the craving of his body under control. Everything was so blurry and he could hardly move. He was starting to believe this was a dream after all…

"You're so hot..." Ichigo whispered as he sat back up, gaping at the Quincy from above. Then, he swiftly slid out of his tank top before tossing it to the floor, giving Uryu a few seconds to admire his lean, muscled frame, while he tried to regain his breath.

Uryu didn't know how to react anymore, the edges of his reality seemed faded. He had dreamt of doing similar things with and to Ichigo for a while now and he felt his body acknowledge the Substitute, craving his touch.

But somehow, Uryu couldn't shake the feeling that there was something wrong. It felt like he was being devoured right now. It was so confusing…

He wanted this. He longed for Ichigo. Ached for him. He loved that boy. This was a normal thing to do. At least, that's what he kept repeating, as if he needed to convince himself.

Suddenly, he felt Ichigo lift his glasses from his nose. "There. That's better," the Substitute said, chuckling, while dropping the specs on the nightstand. Ichigo was close enough for him to see, but the rest of his world got blurry again.

That triggered something inside his mind and the alarm bells that he had been pushing back suddenly sounded even louder. This situation was vaguely familiar… like…. Like something similar had happened to him before. He couldn't put his finger on it, but…

"W-wait… I… I…" The Quincy was cut off again when Ichigo dove his exploring tongue into his mouth again. Unable to protest, Uryu tried to fight the feeling that something was wrong. This was Ichigo, the boy he loved, there was nothing to be afraid of. Was there? Except… why was his body so dazed and heavy? Why couldn't he think clearly?

Still kissing him wildly, Ichigo eased down on top of him, laying on his closed legs, urging him to open them. But something held him back. Something from deep inside his mind. And he kept his legs clenched together.

"I want you. Right now," Ichigo murmured in his ear with a low and needy voice and Uryu's eyes went wide.

He froze. He could clearly feel Ichigo's erection pressed against his thighs and as if by miracle his mind finally started unclouding. Panic started shooting from his chest. And now he remembered why the alarm was going overdrive inside his head. He'd been sexually assaulted by this person. Multiple times. Even though he loved him. Even though he remembered again the Substitute wasn't at fault. Shocked back into reality, his weary, dazed mind started waking up little by little and he shrieked.

This was too much! He wasn't ready for this! Uryu was so startled it took him a minute to form words. "I-Ichigo… s-stop..."

But the latter wasn't stopping and started sucking on the Quincy's hardened twin buds, while his hands gripped his hips.

The Substitute had never acted like this before. Uryu had of course longed for the moment they could have an active relationship someday, but… this was too soon. He was far from ready. He needed much more time to heal… to forget what had happened. And he'd thought the same about Ichigo…

"S-stop!" Uryu shouted. And he finally got a reaction out of his boyfriend.

"Goddamit! What is it now? Why can't we just fuck?" The Substitute looked down at him, annoyance clearly readable on his features.

Uryu was completely taken aback by that reaction, and looked away, feeling ashamed and hurt. Ichigo had always been patient with him before, he had never asked for more than either of them could give after those horrendous events. The Quincy had always assumed they were both too insecure and not ready for anything beyond soft touches and kisses. Although he should be happy that Ichigo wanted to invest in their relationship Uryu couldn't help the way he was feeling right now. He'd been wounded too profoundly…

Looking up into Ichigo's bothered countenance, the Quincy could only manage to whisper: "I-I'm sorry…I'm not ready for this… It's just… too soon…" He felt his eyes fill with tears at the sight of Ichigo's angry eyes.

Here they were, Ichigo obviously wanted to take their relationship to the next level, and he couldn't do it, although he loved him wholeheartedly.

"You're just nervous," Ichigo tried in a softer tone. "Don't worry. I know what to do." With that, he sank back down on top of him. "Just relax. You'll like it."

Uryu wanted to protest again and tried to push him away, but it wasn't working. He could only make destressed sounds and panic was saturating his nerves as he tried not to let various snippets of his torture invade his mind.

Suddenly, he felt Ichigo's hard-on angling for his groin, and with an unfiltered moan, he momentarily stilled, completely stunned. Panting hard, he was startled to feel his body respond greedily, while his mind cleared up some more.

"See?" Ichigo asked, jokingly. His brown eyes darkened with lust. "You're hard. You want me, too."

Ichigo didn't stop grinding their erections together, and for a moment Uryu couldn't do anything in return, too stupefied by the new sensations. His body was completely on board right now. He was only human and… he hadn't touched himself ever since their imprisonment. Ever since he took that poison instead of Ichigo.

But… after his prostate had been cut out and the Substitute had been forced to hurt him in the most cruel ways, he had been unable to listen to his own body after they were rescued. He had rejected its needs, as it was too hard for him to cope with right now. Was that the reason why he felt so hot and numb right now? Was that the reason why his body ached for Ichigo right now?

Uryu felt heated and confused, but… his panic was still spreading, faster and faster, paralyzing him. "N-no… I-I can't." He tried pushing Ichigo off of him, but his arms were still made out of jello. Panting, he stared at the person he loved. "Ichigo, please… I'm not ready…"

"Don't be such a prude!" Ichigo snapped. "I'm aching for this. And judging from the bulge in your pants, I just know you want this too."

That stung and it brought Uryu completely back to reality. Ichigo knew of his panic attacks. He knew what had happened to him while he'd been under that mind control of Szayelaporro. Then why was he acting like this?

"S-stop…" the Quincy whispered, his eyes gleaming with unshed tears.

"You want this!" Ichigo sat up again, yelling at him. "You want me! I know you do!"

"Please… I can't…"

Suddenly, Ichigo's look softened a bit and he took a deep breath in and out before dipping down and placing a kiss on his forehead. "Come on, I really want this. Don't you love me?"

Uryu's eyes searched for Ichigo's and his voice trembled as he admitted: "O-of course I do."

"Then prove it to me. Spread your thighs."

That stunned him, making his lower lip tremble as his eyes went wide. Ichigo was playing dirty again. "N-no…"

"Fuck this! Prove that you love me or we're through! Spread your thighs!"

Uryu felt another crack form in his broken heart, and let his head lol to the side. He loved Ichigo. What was he supposed to do now? He wasn't sure of anything anymore. Wasn't this a nightmare after all? Had that day where Ichigo told him he'd only indulged him out of pity really happened or not? Had they even escaped from that insane Espada's clutches or had he been hallucinating this whole time?

It felt like Ichigo was back under that foul mind control, as this was not normal behavior at all.

Uryu's body was still not co-operating, but he did his very best to open his legs a little, while tears started spilling from his eyes. Heavy shivers ran through his body while he very slowly managed to separate his thighs just a tiny bit.

"That's more like it, you little prude." Ichigo grabbed his inner thighs and pushed them apart.

Uryu couldn't contain a scream! But that didn't stop the Substitute from proceeding. When he felt Ichigo shrug him out of his pajama pants and boxers, he could only lay there, crying. Paralyzed by panic and scared out of his mind. Terrified Ichigo would go violent on him again.

He shut his eyes for a moment, trying to get a hold of himself while he felt Ichigo take on a sitting position between his legs. Then he heard the sound of a drawer sliding and he opened his eyes in time to see Ichigo retrieve a bottle from his nightstand's drawer. He couldn't recall a bottle being in that drawer and… certainly not if it was for the purpose he was thinking off. He must be having a nightmare after all…

"Relax… Why are you so nervous?"

The Quincy wanted to answer something to that, but felt one of Ichigo's fingers nudge at his entrance, before slowly pushing it inside of him. He screamed again. The memory of getting raped with aching wounds in his belly, with a cut out prostate that made his insides bleed and drowned everything in searing pain, came back full force and hit him like a shockwave. Projecting that pain, that horror, like phantom pain. He was screaming, but his body wouldn't move an inch and went completely rigid from stress and fear.

"Whoa! What the hell is wrong with you?" Ichigo was hovering over him, looking concerned, yet irritated. "Shut up! You'll wake everybody!" With that, the Substitute covered his mouth with his free hand, instantly muffling his cries.

Uryu's eyes went wide. He was back in that cell! He was sure of it. Szayelaporro had used Black Velvet on Ichigo and he was going to take revenge on him again.

Not soon after, the Hollow started screaming inside his head :"Fuck hard! Whore!" A broken sob rolled from his muted lips and more tears followed. His body couldn't relax even a little, he stiffed up completely, trying to shut those devastating memories out. Praying to make that probing finger go away.

Ichigo growled. "We've done this before, so don't tense up like this." As he inserted a second finger and started scissoring him, he unclasped his hand from the Quincy's mouth. "Come on, it can't hurt that bad. I've used a lot of lube, too."

Did Ichigo not remember at all? Then he must really be under the mind control…

Straining himself against everything that was going on, with the violent memories that terrorized his mind and the imaginative pain that crippled him, Uryu tried to force out his next words. "M-my… p-prostate…"

"Your prostate?" Ichigo scoffed. "Hell, kid! That's supposed to feel good when I touch it."

Kid?

What was wrong with Ichigo?

"I-I'm… scared..." Uryu sobbed. He felt weak, but he couldn't help it. After everything he lived through, he was lucky to still have his sanity right now.

"Don't be. I'm really good at this. I'll give you a good time."

Uryu no longer comprehended what was real and what was not. The Vasto Lorde was tearing him apart inside his head, while Ichigo was continuing to prep him. He was attacked from two sides at once and it was too much to take. His body felt even heavier than before and he could barely form coherent words. When he felt Ichigo probe him with a 3rd finger, while the Hollow screamed "Punish! Whore!", he tried: "Ichigo… d-don't want… this…"

"Just shut up for a second, alright. I'm trying to work you open but you keep tensing up so much. Try to relax."

Uryu felt like dying, but Ichigo didn't seem to care at all.

Clutching his hands into the sheets under him, the Quincy tried to fight the simultaneous attacks by regulating his breathing with closed eyes, while trying to shut out everything else.

After a few moments, he felt hands on his hips, dragging him down and he immediately opened his eyes to see Ichigo positioning himself behind him. He sat down on his knees and drew Uryu's lower body into his lap, just like the Vasto Lorde had done. One look was all it took for Uryu to understand he was really serious and this was going to happen.

"Just relax, Uryu-kun. I'll try to make you feel good."

Ichigo didn't wait for him to answer something and just plunged inside in one motion. Even if he had probably used lube on himself this time, it was still too rough to go about. Uryu relived the hot searing pain of his bleeding insides and screamed again, arching up towards Ichigo. He didn't know if he was really bleeding or not, but his mind finished him off. His heart hammering in his ears, he couldn't even produce words right now and could only stammer: "N-no… n-no…"

"Don't be like that. You are wound up so tightly, you really need a good lay to relax."

Uryu felt tears run from his eyes again, clutching the sheets beneath him with trembling hands. He tried to breathe, but his heart was racing so fast he was certain it was going to explode. Ichigo bent over him to kiss him fiercely. Plunging his tongue inside the Quincy's mouth at the same time he started thrusting.

"Oh yeah… I've gone out of my way to please you, haven't I?" Ichigo bragged. "I've tried everything to get you in the mood. So just enjoy this."

As Ichigo wrapped his arms tightly around his shivering frame, alternating between short, hard movements and slow, deep thrusts, Uryu could do nothing. He tried moving again, but the panic in both his body and mind had completely taken over and he was stunned silent.

"H-hurts…" he whimpered. He was much too tight. His body unable to relax.

Ichigo moaned loudly, before closing every inch between their bodies completely. He kissed the crook of Uryu's neck, his forehead, before claiming his lips again. He wasn't as violent like he had been during the Black Velvet commands, but… he was still not acting normally. Something was definitely wrong.

As the Substitute's thrust as well as his moans grew in urgency, he gasped: "Fuck! I'm not gonna last!" He gripped the Quincy tight and sped up.

Uryu was breathing erratically. The weight on top of his chest made him believe his lung had been punctured again and the fear of suffocating added to the mix. Ichigo was hurting him, gripping too wildly and impaling him. He managed to unclench his hands from the sheets and wrapped them around Ichigo's neck, but that was the limit of what he could do. He couldn't get him to slow down, his body was still not responsive enough.

Suddenly, Ichigo arched up wildly and yelled: "Fuck yeah!" His body spasmed and after a few hard thrusts, he held still, riding out the orgasm of which Uryu'd clearly felt the sting in his insides. Panting harshly, Ichigo let himself drop down onto the Quincy again. "That was so good… I really needed that Uryu-kun…"

Uryu-kun?

The Quincy was panting hard, and tried to clear his thoughts again. That was already the 2nd time Ichigo had called him like that. That was strange…

The Substitute started nuzzling his neck, but didn't move his body. "You didn't come, did you?" he asked almost scolding, before his lips turned into a smirk. "Don't worry. I'll get you there the 2nd round."

"S-second round?" Uryu stammered incredulously, looking up at Ichigo with fearful eyes.

Chuckling darkly, Ichigo countered: "I'm not done with you yet, gorgeous thing."

Before the Quincy could answer anything to that, he felt the Substitute pull out of him and he groaned. His body was still heated and sensitive and it hurt. Clawing at Ichigo's neck by accident at the sudden surge of pain, he suddenly held something between his fingers. Ichigo then curled up around his side while he tried to refocus.

"We'll just take a little break, before I'll fuck you again." Ichigo laughed, while petting the Quincy on his belly, before starting a spree of sloppy kisses around his shoulder and collar bone.

Bewildered, Uryu looked at the thing he held between his fingers, still breathing hard. As his vision gradually adjusted when the panic slowly started ebbing away as Ichigo was no longer on top of him, he tried to figure out what it was. Why was his brain so slow? What was wrong with him? It was something on a chain. Something gold-colored.

All of a sudden realization hit him and his lower lip started to tremble, while his pupils dilated.

It was a golden necklace. A choker. One that had captured his attention before, very recently.

"I-Ichigo doesn't wear… a choker…" he stammered, while his heart started pounding again. Slowly he turned his eyes towards the Substitute to find his hair color had changed from orange to blond.

"Is something wrong, Uryu-kun?" Ichigo asked sheepishly, still leisurely stroking the Quincy's belly.

Uryu took a sharp intake of breath as he was looking at the man next to him, convinced he had now completely gone crazy. Ichigo's features had changed, as had his skin color. Shocked, he blinked a few times to make sure what he was seeing wasn't a trick of his overstimulated and tired brain, but…

"Y-you're… not… Ichigo…" he gasped, still clutching the torn of choker between his fingers. He saw the smile fade from the man next to him as he repeated: "You're not Ichigo!"

"Shit… so soon? You're the first one to pull that off. Just forget about that Ichigo, Uryu-kun. You remember me, right?"

"K-Kazuma… san?"

Uryu was completely stupefied. And as the horror spread from his brain through his entire body that he just had sex with somebody else, he snapped and started screaming.

"Fuck! Not so loud, kid! You're gonna wake everybody up!"

"YOU'RE NOT ICHIGO!" Adrenaline shot through his system and he suddenly managed to move a little more, although it was still not sufficient to get up from the bed. He tried kicking and punching as best as he could and struggled to get away from Kazuma's clutches.

The owner was obviously used to feisty customers and managed to get a hold of him again rather quickly. Uryu cried out in fear and frustration before Kazuma managed to straddle him again. The man quickly clasped a hand over the Quincy's mouth, while his other hand pushed him down on his sternum. Uryu started bucking and clawed at the hand silencing him. Panic started fighting the adrenaline already and the Vasto Lorde was shouting taunts inside his mind again.

"Be quiet, Uryu-kun!" the owner said angrily. "You weren't supposed to find out. I only wanted to show you a good time."

Uryu tried fighting the blond on top of him with every ounce of strength in his body, but with the trauma that was triggered, and his limbs that felt devoid of all their energy, he soon found himself out of breath and completely distraught. Staring up at the angry eyes of a person that had impersonated Ichigo to trick him into sleeping with him.

"Don't be like this. It's not like you didn't want me. You just thought I was someone else. We can still have a good time. I'll make you finish, alright."

Uryu could only stare at the man incredulously. He'd trusted him, told him his story and yet… this was the outcome. His imprisonment in Szayelaporro's lab must have fried his brain and made him stupid and delusional. Or… did that guy do something to him?

"I'll remove my hand now, and you're going to behave, right?" With that, Kazuma retrieved the palm clasping down on his mouth.

Uryu didn't hesitate and screamed again. "Get off of me! Let me go! I don't want-"

Suddenly, Kazuma slapped him across the face and that startled Uryu, but he still tried to get that weirdo off of him. At his next sound, Kazuma hit him again, more forcefully this time, but still, he fought.

"Shut your fucking mouth! You're gonna wake the entire hotel!" Kazuma yelled at him directly into his face.

"GET OFF ME!" Uryu screamed, unyielding.

All of a sudden, Kazuma's fist crashed hard into his cheek, making a jolt of pain shoot through him. He tried to say something, but Kazuma punched him again, and then a third time. The Quincy was completely taken aback and stopped shouting.

"Shut up!" the owner sneered at him. "You should be grateful to me for fucking trash like you!"

The Hollow was shouting inside Uryu's head and the attack from both sides made him go completely limp. His head lolled to the side and tears started spilling from his weary eyes again. As he couldn't contain his broken sobs, he tasted blood in his mouth, coming from either his nose or lips. Or both. The savor of his blood mixed with his salty tears made him feel sick and flooded his mind with snippets of his previous assaults.

How could this have happened? How did he find himself in this mess? It was too much. Exhausted and panting hard, Uryu stilled. "Y-you tricked me," he cried. "You tricked me…" His heart was hammering away and all he wanted was to get out from under this man.

That meant everything he remembered up to that point had been real after all. He did have that painful fight with Ichigo. He did lose his home. He did have been told to stay away from Ichigo by Sado and Renji.

"Man, you really need to relax more. Now look what you made me do." The blond took a tissue from the drawer and wiped the Quincy's lips and nose, smearing some of the blood over his face. "You should've stayed under, Uryu-kun. I just wanted to give you a good time."

"U-under?" he asked. He didn't know for certain where he was as he didn't wear his glasses right now, but he suspected this was Kazuma's bedroom. He was still in that capsule hotel. That explained why there would be a bottle of lube in his drawer. He had been hallucinating everything.

That bastard must've drugged him with that drink!

Yet again he had been so weak to find himself at the mercy of some freak. Not an Espada, not even a Shinigami, but a human. Oh, how his father would ridicule him once more. To have been feeble and stupid enough to have fallen right into this man's trap…

"Just take a few breaths in and out. I'll take care of you." With that Kazuma finally went to lay beside him again, turning him onto his side before spooning up with him. The man started attacking Uryu's neck and shoulders again with sloppy kisses, making shivers run up his spine. "Forget about that Ichigo guy, Uryu-kun. You can be my boyfriend."

That brought fresh tears to the Quincy's eyes. As if his complex life hadn't been hard enough as it was, to come across a maniac like this… And he'd thought Kazuma was a nice person, too. He didn't want that man to hold him like this. The thought that he'd gone all the way with him, the thought that he'd made him believe he was Ichigo… How was he going to cope with all that? Sobbing, he tried to regain his breath and keep his panic under control.

He needed to get out of here, but the drugs in his system hadn't worn off yet and made him an easy prey.

Kazuma's hands started roaming over his body, making him shiver harder. He couldn't think anymore. He didn't want this, any of this, but he'd learned the hard way during the Black Velvet commands that it wasn't going to make any difference. He had been rendered powerless, just like those other times… He had been drugged to prevent him from doing anything, his body refusing to co-operate. How badly he wanted to shove this creep off of him, he could barely lift a finger. Add his panic attacks to that and he was doomed.

He was going to pay and this man was getting what he wanted. The only thing he could do was try to survive…

How low he had fallen… Another few cracks damaged his broken self-esteem and confidence even further.

As Kazuma started licking the crook between his neck and shoulder and moved his hands towards the curve of his hips, Uryu closed his eyes and prayed it would be over soon, prayed he would be able to pick up his pieces afterwards.

Uryu whimpered as Kazuma grabbed his top leg and draped that backwards over his own hips. It was an awkward position and the man wasn't gentle. The Quincy wanted to protest but at the same time he felt the man's hard-on press against his entrance again and he froze. He was hit by a new wave of anxiety and the hollow started screaming in his head again, making his gut fill with terror. Paralyzing him with crippling panic.

Without further ado, Kazuma shoved himself inside his sore passageway again, making Uryu cry out. The blond started thrusting almost immediately, whispering heated murmurs into his ear while letting his hands roam over his body. Uryu tried to keep his eyes shut, tried to distance himself from what was happening. That's what got him through all those times this had happened before.

"Yeah, you feel so good. So good…" Kazuma rotated his hips, slamming into him. "Nnggg… I love this position. I can feel your whole body aching for me." He loved changing his rhythm, too. Alternating again between short and rough or slow and deep. Gripping Uryu hard with his hands, making bruises on his hips and thighs.

The Quincy couldn't form any words, scared beyond reason. Trying to hold onto the brink of his sanity. The only reason why he'd managed that so far was that his aggressor had been Ichigo. That was the only consolation he'd tried to give himself every time it had happened, that at least, it had been Ichigo. And he cherished him more than anything in this world…

Then, the man took him by surprise as he suddenly changed his angle and hit his prostate. Hard. Uryu cried out and instantly opened his eyes at the unexpected jolt of pleasure. "N-no!" he begged.

Kazuma chuckled. "Found it! Told you it's supposed to feel good." He stopped for just a second, adjusting his position a little, before he slammed in again, now having found the perfect angle.

Uryu couldn't help it and a high-pitched sound rolled from his lips. No! He didn't want this! "Please, don't!"

Kazuma chuckled again before he hit the Quincy's prostate once more, making him moan this time. "Told you I was gonna get you to finish this round, didn't I? It's probably gonna take a while, since you're so stressed, but I'll get you there."

The blond kept hitting his prostate and the Quincy was shocked to feel himself getting hard. Fast. No, this was too much! This was supposed to feel awful! Shocked silent, he gasped at his body's crude betrayal and fresh tears spilled from his eyes, accompanied by disheartened sobs. He had tried to distance himself from the act as far as possible, but all that resolve came crashing down now he was being forced into participation. The mind-controlled Ichigo had never done this. Even the Vasto Lorde hadn't done this. The fall would be so much harder…

As if the thought that his aggressor was bringing him pleasure wasn't bad enough, his mind upped the stakes by letting the Hollow scream full force inside his head and cast phantom pain over his body again, making Uryu cry out in pain as he relived the tearing of his insides and the agony of being raped with a cut out prostate.

Kazuma chose that moment to reach for the Quincy's erection and started pumping it like his life depended on it, whispering profanities in his ear while relentlessly pounding into him.

Uryu screamed!

Torn apart by the pleasure his body felt and the horrors playing in his mind, Uryu shut his eyes. He couldn't take this! It fried his brain and he arched back against his assailant, crying out at the overstimulation. How was he going to survive this?

"Yeah!" Kazuma laughed. "You like that, don't you, little bitch!" He gripped Uryu tight and hit his prostate time and time again, while working his hand up and down roughly in a heated frenzy.

Uryu was losing his mind! Divided by torment and pleasure. Trapped between heaven and hell. Shocked beyond belief and scared beyond reason.

"Stop!" he tried, but it came out meekly. He was too far gone. His body craving the growing bliss coming from his loins, gradually nearing the edge, while his mind almost blanked under the heavy stress.

The Quincy couldn't take it anymore and arched violently, pushing back against Kazuma, letting out a high-pitched scream as he came. He kept crying out while jolt after jolt of unwanted pleasure shot through his deprived body and the horror from his mind made him tremble to his core as an ice-cold orgasm was wrung out of him.

"Whoa! You really needed that! Look at the mess you made of yourself!" Kazuma taunted in his ear, while Uryu could do nothing but heave. "Now… my turn!"

Swiftly, the blond pushed him onto his belly, while the Quincy could do absolutely nothing. Too shocked after what he had just experienced. Kazuma gripped his hips hard with both hands and rammed himself into his passageway, moaning loudly. It didn't take long for him to finish after that round of rapid-fire. Uryu hissed as the man embedded himself inside of him as deep as he could and cried out his completion.

Uryu was still heaving, completely dazed by what he just went through. The screams of the Vasto Lorde were growing weaker, but the turmoil in his heart was relentlessly cruel. His blood pressure had dropped because of the emotional rollercoaster that had split him in half. He was disgusted with himself for what had just happened, but… he was so tired, and emotionally spent. His body was becoming even number and the edges of his reality became blurry. Although he did feel a surge of pain when the owner of the hotel pulled out of him.

Panting, Kazuma spooned up with him again, kissing his shoulders and neck. "Man, this Ichigo is crazy for not wanting to be with you. But I won't mention him again. You are my boyfriend now."

The Quincy couldn't hold back a few tears, nor his broken sobs. To come across a lunatic like this, luck was always on his side, it seemed…

"Aww. Don't cry, Uryu-kun." Kazuma wrapped his arms tightly around him, making his heart race. "You were such a great fuck. An ordinary whore can't even compare to you."

Whore…

Uryu felt another crack form in his broken heart. Ichigo had called him that. His father had called him that. Now, this psycho that craved a boyfriend called him that. It stung so much... He just wanted to be loved. He just wanted somebody to care. He wanted to find a place where he could belong.

He wasn't a whore.

Or was he?

"Sssh. We'll take a nap for now. You're safe here with me." Kazuma whispered to him.

Uryu's blood pressure had plummeted from all the stress. And although he knew he was in danger here, he couldn't fight the weariness any longer. He was going to pass out here and now, whether he liked it or not. His severely tortured mind welcomed the numbing feeling as his body lost the battle.


Whimpering, Uryu opened his eyes, feeling disoriented, nauseous and dizzy. Where was he? What had happened? He tried to focus his eyes, but he couldn't see all that much without his glasses. The room was unfamiliar, with long curtains and strange furniture. A few rays of the most earliest daylight seeped in through the covered windows.

He was wrapped tightly in someone's arms. Uryu swallowed and gave his tired head a few seconds to remember what had happened. Then the distinctive smell of the person spooning up to him filled his nostrils and he felt his heart break.

Kazuma, the owner of the capsule hotel, had tricked him, before sexually assaulting him. It hadn't been a nightmare…

His body started shivering as everything came back to him. Hot tears stung his eyes and he couldn't hold a few of them back, but he knew this was not the time nor the place to grieve about what had happened.

He was not safe here. This man was insane. He had to get out of here. Fast!

Snoring steadily, Kazuma seemed to be fast asleep for now. Quickly, the Quincy wiped his eyes, steeling himself against the flood of emotions that cascaded in his mind, and started untangling himself from the limbs holding him very slowly. The last thing he needed right now was a fight with his rapist…

His movements were sluggish and he suspected the drugs were still not completely out of his system. He had no idea how long that would take, but there was no time to dwell on that now. His hips were killing him, as well as various other places, as the man hadn't been gentle with him, but he tried to swallow the pain down and keep his head cool. For now.

Carefully, he slid off the bed and wanted to shuffle towards the nightstand to get his glasses, when suddenly Kazuma stirred. Uryu froze immediately. He couldn't see clearly, but he prayed with all his might that the blond wouldn't wake up. Who knew what he'd do if he found him trying to escape… The blond, however, mumbled something and turned in his sleep. Uryu waited for another few seconds before he dared to breathe again.

Painstakingly silent, he proceeded to search for his glasses. Thank god for the little rays of light that literally pierced the darkness in this room. Specs found, he pushed them in place and quickly looked around for his pajama's. He had to bite back a groan when bending over to reach for his boxers and pants. Standing on shaking legs, he didn't manage to put them on, so he cautiously sat down on a corner of the bed. Very mindful of the sleeping monster still in it.

As the Quincy's eyes glided over the bruised patches and marks on his upper thighs and hips, as well as the dried, crusted blood and semen, he quickly covered his mouth to hold back a shocked sob. There was no time for this! He felt himself get very nauseous, but he had to get out of here, quickly.

Dressed in his boxers and pajama pants, he grabbed his long-sleeved shirt from the floor, before limping out the room, as silently as possible. He found himself in the room behind the counter and dared to breathe again. He had to retrieve the few things he carried with him and make a run for it. It was still early in the morning, but he had no idea how late it actually was, neither when Kazuma would get up to go about his hotel business.

Wincing, he slowly walked towards his capsule while putting on his pajama shirt. The few customers in his hallway were still asleep. It was much too early. It hurt to climb the short ladder, and he had to muffle his sounds. Still fighting to keep his nausea under control, he managed to get the textbook he'd been reading before going to sleep.

Next stop was the locker he'd left his shoes, coat and bag in. Anxiety was clenching his chest, but he had to push past that. Thank god for adrenaline! He tried to make it quickly to his stuff, but as he started to feel worse, he had to support himself with one hand on the walls.

Very quietly, he sat down on the bench opposing the lockers and swiftly put on his shoes and coat, before hoisting the bag onto his shoulder. Stealthily, Uryu made it to the front door, unlocked it from the inside and made it outside.

It was misty and chilly, and he was only clad in his pajamas and coat. But the thought that he would be free from that perverted Kazuma fueled his legs, while his thundering heart shot another dose of adrenaline through his veins for survival, and he managed to dash away from that vile place.

Rounding a few corners and limping through the shopping district, he found himself at a little parc. It wasn't that big, with some flowerbeds and trees making out a square, lined with benches and a gazebo in the middle.

Panting hard, he felt his stomach turn heavily and grabbed the nearest streetlight for support while he threw up. It hurt, but there was no escaping his nausea anymore.

Heaving, he wiped his mouth and noticed a little blood on the back of his hand. Because of the moist atmosphere, his wounded nose and lips must have started bleeding again. His vision spun and he knew he was going to collapse any moment now. His body spent and still suffering from the after effects of whatever drugs that freak had slipped in his drink.

He had to make it to that gazebo. There were semi high walls covering the bottom of it. If he lay down there, nobody would see him from the road. And because it was still very early, he'd probably be okay there for a few more hours.

On severely wobbly legs, Uryu managed to make it close to the gazebo, before he crashed down, moaning. He was so dizzy, but he refused to give up. Breathing erratically and with his last strength, he dragged his body inside and went to lay against the semi-high wall. Out of sight. Curling up, he prayed he would be safe here for as long as he was out cold. His eyes closed and he lost conscience again.