[fanfiction] Hollow
Title: Hollowed
Characters: Kurosaki Ichigo / Shinji Hirako
Rating: Red
Warnings: Lemon, Yaoi, Oneshot
Word Count: 3897 Summary
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Hirako sent him into a rage because they admit to being as would mean denying his human nature. Yet all he had done until then. Protect
..? Word useless.
friends ..? People unnecessary.
Ichigo ..? Re useless.
is what would be left of him and his life if he left out that monster.
Nothing.
Author's Note: Ok, I decided to post this too xD 'began as a prompt for the BDT but since it was still taking my partner, my languish and die xD However, upstream of it. The prompt was "Yellow" and I have a real VENERATION for Shinji, and then here a crack fic (but sometimes), more or less the volume set between 24 and 25. Anyway, it is the fault Now you xD I got the fixed post what I have written so far on Bleach xD
Ichigo Kurosaki hated yellow.
not any yellow, not lemon nor the fluorescent.
hated yellow.
Especially someone who shamelessly sported a hairstyle that of color.
Ichigo began to think that yellow persued him when he began to see the hair of all the people who knew of the bloody tinge.
were many days that had come to school? Not more than ten. And how many times had Tampin? Too many to count them all.
In short, he was hounded by a deficient yellow-haired with a smile in your face irritating.
At that moment he was trying to get home without being caught.
vain.
"Hey, Ichigo! I'll walk you home, let's go! "Even his voice, it upsets me terribly. In all reality upsets him terribly but it does not go to find the hair egg.
After the story was always the same.
The blond who asked him to go into Vizard, Ichigo is pissed, he tried (unsuccessfully) to pull his fist, he was furious, and what followed it up at home talking on and on. A script is now repeated at least two or three times a day, depending on the luck or bad luck (depending on the point of view) he had.
That day he fared particularly badly. It was already the fifth time I could find out, and Ichigo, that day, he felt unwell more than usual.
And all for what? For the monster it had inside.
monster whose voice had tormented him, attacked him and struck him like a breath of poisonous air, they scratch, rip, every time, hope that he might have to do it.
Why Ichigo was scared, a fear of letting go fucking.
And the Hollow, he knew it, the bastard, he knew that all he wanted was a moment he lost control to come out. And he was there, waiting, waiting with that sadistic grin on his face white, waiting with Zangetsu on his back, as white him. He stood there and waited to oust King that spineless that he found himself as a jockey.
was pissed at the Hollow, much better than it was for him the same situation.
She could not stand to stay in at that place did nothing but rain lately. And he hated the water. She could not stand and waiting, ready to throw his and deposed prince with a whore in the balls.
Ichigo And all this anger, this whole sadistic expectation, the felt, the felt in every minute, every hour of his days. He felt with every fiber of his being, as if the scream that being white, as if the hole is white on a black background did increasingly large, increasingly, to swallow up everything around him.
including Ichigo.
That mask streaked in red, blood?, Staring at him every time he closed his eyes.
And he could not help it.
Hirako sent him into a rage because they admit to being as would mean deny his human nature. Yet all he had done until then.
Protect ..? Word useless.
friends ..? People unnecessary.
Ichigo ..? Re useless.
is what is left of him and his life if he left out that monster.
None.
Only rubble and mangled bodies.
And he could not afford. He was the one who protects .
Becoming a Vizard meant him out.
No.
would not do that.
had now arrived in front of his house when Hirako stopped and turned slowly toward him, throwing a sideways glance.
Ichigo did not understand him, that boy.
Even when he was the idiot his eyes were always impenetrable, you never knew what he was thinking. At that moment he felt the shinigami plumbed the depths of his soul to the one staring. Seemed to be see the Hollow inside him growling like an animal to be released, separated from the freedom from a mere layer of glass. Too much, too, too fragile.
looked away without even realizing it, and Shinji, unseen, grimaced in disgust.
The kid was not even able to accept his nature, let alone the shadow inside him.
"Come, we must talk" His voice was dry, authoritative, and Ichigo could not help but obey, making drag as a kid on the roof of his house.
Il suo sguardo, sempre imperscrutabile, lo inchiodava al terreno.
“Se continui così…” La sua voce, calma e bassa, lo fece rabbrividire.
Una pausa che sembrò durare intere ore.
“Non puoi continuare così, shinigami. Se non fai qualcosa, tempo meno di un mese e l’Hollow dentro di te prenderà il sopravvento e verrai ucciso”
Una scossa elettrica percorse di colpo tutta la colonna the boy's spine.
NO!
took the inside, would undertake not to release it, do not ...
"Keep the Hollow control is not a matter of head and a bit 'strengths, shinigami "The cold him, having understood what goes through my head the other. "Cos'avresti going to do? Repress all my life? And if you pissed off with the wrong person, what do you do? You kill because you have lost and he took control? "
He crouched beside him, still semi-sitting and upset on the concrete floor, and went up to his ear. His voice was low, husky. His breath was hot, hot. A long series of chills went down his ear to his neck, running lower and lower.
"Or ... In a situation like this ..."
With one finger, ran through the jaw, neck, chest along the breastbone to the navel.
He stopped at that point feeling Ichigo suppress a muffled sob. Then he descended slowly, without rushing through the crotch. A shudder ran through the boy, while vainly clawing the ground to not lose control.
"I let it go for only a few minutes and he massacred her in your question."
Shinji pulled away slowly, leaving the boy gasping breath.
"You can not repress all my life, Ichigo. Come with me and I'll teach you to keep it at bay. I no longer have to choose "
With a last look enigmatic, rose slightly to drop to the ground.
Ichigo leaned not to see but also from the bottom Shinji continued to stare, wondering if that guy had enough balls to go to him.
Then he turned and walked away with the usual lazy walk.
The following days were hell for Ichigo.
Hirako's words continued to swirl in his mind like a flock of butterflies gone mad. And he did not know what to do.
Go?
not go?
What it meant to do one or the other choice?
go and to lose his humanity?
[ gain power to protect ]
not repress it and go as he had done so far?
[ then he will crush because his desire for freedom is stronger than your strength ]
And then ...
Ulquiorra.
In a sense it was thanks to him that you finally decided.
him and her.
Yes, because the words of Rukia had not done anything but open his eyes ...
dell'Hollow If you have fear inside of you then it becomes the strong to crush him.
How could speak of a thing without knowing anything? Without knowing what it was? Without knowing how it felt fucking impotent?
How could become even stronger if he was afraid to fight the terror that gained the upper hand? Who killed all those who loved him?
What did she know that the loved one who had already lost?
How could he tell us how to beat a fear like that, even if she had defeated her, ghosts?
And so decided.
"How do you feel ... Ichigo?"
"Ah. Not bad ... "
he woke up feeling thick on all sides.
distinctly hear even the muscles that could not have beat.
Then he realized that he was lying and to have something vaguely soft under him. He tried to open my eyes and noticed to be lying on what looked like a futon in a room of concrete with a small window.
Like the circles that are formed in the water after it was launched a rock, so the memories of what had happened in the last hours came to his mind tired.
Finally the voice in his head had gone out that day and had not slept so well.
He felt reassured because he had finally realized that he could beat .
"Yo, Ichigo"
He turned his head slowly and notice the figure sitting on the only table in this room, one leg folded against the body, the other dangling. His back against the wall in a lazy pose, same smile, the usual impenetrable expression.
"Hi ... ... ra ko"
He felt his throat dry, he could not even talk about red-hot needles without feeling dead.
The boy sighed with an amused smile on his face the bastard, then waved him out the pitcher of water with a glass on the other side of the bed.
He clenched his teeth blasted with a look that anyone would spread.
Well, obviously anyone other than him merely to broaden the smile and chuckle.
Continuing to try to kill him with a look, at least he tried to sit on but a tight back when he was about to make him give his arm stopped him in time.
He had even heard around, damn it!
was just in a bad ...
He raised his glass to his lips cut tasting liquid that's so cool that brought at least some 'of relief.
He raised a hand to his neck trying to ease the tension showed no signs of leaving, he seemed to be a wooden dummy. Then he went back, feeling a distinct "crack" that made him grumble for the pain.
"Of course there are just gone light "Ichigo muttered with a hint of acidity.
"Either you or us. And then it was fun to step on your gourd this for a while '. "
" Listen to that pulpit ... "
Ichigo was just acid.
But there was nothing to be surprised.
That arm resting on her back and one hand on his arm spread warmth really impossible to ignore. And at the shinigami did not like not knowing what was going on.
That damn bastard seemed to do it on purpose.
It was even more convinced when those fingers of evil began to make slow circles on her shoulder.
It certainly was when he felt his breath against his ear.
"What is it, Ichigo ? Fear of losing control? "
He clenched his teeth, so if you still would have eaten them, trying to ignore him and increasingly urgent desire to scream.
"YES! THEREFORE LEVATI off! "
But of course he did not say.
Ichigo Kurosaki that it never shows its weaknesses.
Shinji Hirako Apart from that it was he who had seen it transformed into a Hollow, his greatest weakness, but not looking the needle in the haystack. After all, Ichigo, at that time, was not keen to run the head.
"Of course not. Now I beat the hollow. And I'm not afraid. "He said rather contemptuously, staring into the eyes firmly. Too bad that did not work very well, forced by the amused look to lower their own.
Shinji Hirako definitely put him in awe.
He was limited, of course, to giggle, immensely amused by the boy so stubbornly stubborn, so stubborn to be almost willfully ignore all the signs that his body sent him.
He saw how she was shuddering, biting his lips as he saw not know what to do, I saw that look, god, that look!, Fixed on a point in front of him with his brow furrowed.
was so extraordinarily fun to watch him think about what was going on, imagine all those gears that moved
simultaneously to provide a plausible answer to his brain.
He felt almost instigated to do something to embarrass him.
Ichigo was so damn naive. Naive and stubborn, a combination that made him think that perhaps could do something about the damn perverse.
giggled again, licking his lips were close to the ear
of that boy, and slowly moved behind him.
She took the lobe between his teeth and sucking slightly Ichigo jumped without a groan caught hold. A shiver through him all along the spine, still stiff and stiffening.
Shinji smiled, continuing what he was doing, deeply excited and slightly amused by the situation.
The kid had a really exciting voice, when he wanted. His hands moved in front, stroking his chest and slipping between the edges of what remained of shihakusho, quartered from the monster that he could not dominate more than a couple of hours earlier. Still amazed that the boy had in his hands, so malleable, so naive, it was the same who had kicked his ass in the hollow. Not that he had much choice, for charity, but it was incredible.
"What the fuck ... are you ... doing ...?!?"
not even had enough breath to say the whole phrase attached ...
The blond chuckled again against his ear, sending you a rush of chills in contact with the hot breath against his ear wet now.
"An experiment. How long will it take to lose control? "
Ichigo tried to turn his head but his vertebrae protested cheerfully.
"I'll help you to rearrange the bones because I have an innate sense for volunteering"
he chuckled with a smile that bastard did shine even more than perfect teeth. It looked like a hyena in front of a carcass.
"Bastard ... AH!"
hands had reached my nipples and began to torture them meticulously. He tilted his head and pulling out his tongue, he began to lick the indolence portion of skin before him. Then, quietly, put his lips at that point and began to suck.
Ichigo, who was already holding my breath, released it abruptly with a whimper to hold back.
He felt burning.
Those lips, that tongue ...
rests his head back to lean on his shoulder, completely abandoned in those hands, hot, hot, so terribly experienced to know exactly where to touch to do die.
She was going to fire every inch of skin was inflamed and covered and uncovered tingling, crossed by small thrills that made him gasp and jump.
And then there was that hand ...
That damn sadistic hand that was resting on the navel, close, too close to loosening datejime ... I was sending out of your mind. On the one hand he wanted them there, still and not move even one inch for not further compromise, the other cried out loud at his lust, screaming from pleasure just waiting for that hand moves down, it touched, caressed him, and the stringesse masturbate vigorously until it come.
panting, Ichigo, while terribly erotic images crossed his mind, panting, while the one hand, the other wandered undisturbed on his body.
came to a nipple and began to touch him with a fingertip, then made small concentric circles and began to pinch a little. He noticed that Shinji was sitting behind him with his legs when open, stretched his arms to try to claw the futon, he met the smooth fabric of his pants, stretched over a pair of legs slender but muscular.
She pressed against him, pressed his palms on his legs, he tried in every way to stiffen up to avoid being overwhelmed by the wave of heat, not to feel that pleasure so terribly buffeted by increasingly strong more and more pungent.
useless.
Meanwhile, the guy behind him went undaunted to lick and suck every bit of skin to happen before. Then with a sudden movement, a hand on her back and moved another, finally, its member now wet and throbbing.
pushed him forward slightly so that his back, with a few scratches and bruises, was completely at the mercy of his tongue, he began, diligent, to spend on each vertebra and each rib. The other hand, however, wrapped himself slowly against his erection, taking a caress so slight and almost imperceptible.
Ichigo without even gasping for breath as he began to moan uncontrollably, undecided whether to try to follow his own or that damn hand.
Then his hand moved slowly, sadistically and away entirely with the language and the whole body of the boy. The shinigami tried to catch his breath while he felt it move behind his back, pretending to ignore the obvious erection that soared between the legs, the fabric is now torn free dall'impiccio around his body semi-relaxed. Leaning with his arms vainly tried to pass himself off futon that will that took him, to extinguish the fire that seemed ardergli fires every nerve ending in my veins.
And finally ...
Ichigo, always supported by his arms, threw her head back with a scream, arching her back in contact with the body of the Vizard, suddenly astride him.
And that fucking bastard giggle.
Actually no, he was just grinning.
shook teeth up to hear it creak so as not to give him the satisfaction of seeing him moan for him.
But the more he pulled back and try not to meet the body of the blond, the more he leaned toward his face, until you are almost lying on him, leaning on their palms, pasted from the body & rsquo ; navel down.
And Ichigo could no longer ignore the shivers those caused by rubbing, stroking those involuntary, by the feeling of his bare skin against the clothes of the other.
Shinji's mouth, now at of his ear, something seemed to hiss and the shinigami needed a few minutes because his words get to her brain fogged.
"Hey, Ichigo, you lose your head for so little ? Continuing so I did not take long ... So I do not do that much fun ... "
Unfortunately the boy was too busy trying to breathe in order to meet that challenge, and this did not make clear that provide fun Moreover, the blonde settled down to a gentle push with the pelvis, going to meet his quivering excitement.
responded to this provocation, pure and good.
He suddenly raised his creaking all the bones from the spine, making them all back in their place. Fortunately, Ichigo was too excited to feel the pain of that and perhaps risky gesture was for the best views of all the whining that he had done no more than a few minutes before.
bastard's smile widened even more by sensing the body respond to stress so damn spontaneous so small. The only made me want to tease even more and even deeper. Hearing him scream of pleasure had its appeal, really.
Then he began to move his mouth down, tracing a trail that started wet from the neck to the nipples, where he stopped to torture them a bit ', and continue licking each rib under the skin so ; smooth.
Ichigo was gone from the moans groans even before his tongue touched the skin. The slide was long enough to feel his body, rubbing against his body, capitulate to it.
Language meanwhile dropped down even more, reaching to the navel where he paused for an unusually long time just to get that crazy orange-haired Pandora. It was exciting to know that there was someone still so extraordinarily innocent sixteen.
Then he bowed and began to lick the tip of the shiny red and excitement of the boy, taking him by surprise, using the language with a skill that takes your breath away. It did not take long for the cries of the boy did you ever frequent, deeper and deeper. When the Vizard began to slowly but methodically sucking deeply, the moans turned into screams that did nothing but increase the self-satisfaction of Shinji.
That mouth, hot, humid, hot, I was sucking!
Christ, it hardly ... capacitive
But everything was real, the cavity was real hot, the lava that flowed in his veins burn the body was real, those chills always stronger than traveling along the spinal column were real!
She was getting hotter, with each passing minute, the dark, which was entrenched by closing their eyes when it all started, as was being ripped apart by a light growing and increasingly white.
Then he felt a wet finger brush against the anus, press lightly making her shiver.
pressed and released, without really having the intention to enter.
And Ichigo felt increasingly impatient, waiting for more something which, until recently, did not even know the existence, a pleasure so intense as to stun.
Then came the finger, slowly sliding up to the first phalanx, ignoring the slight resistance he met. And he continued undaunted to suck quell'erezione redder and redder and harder and harder.
The shinigami felt harpooned and dragged down, as if not only the blood but also all its essence, was dragged to that center of pleasure, to that ...
Ichigo screamed.
A scream louder and more desperate precedents, which left him exhausted and bent, his fingers clawed at the futon now completely crumpled.
The point that finger had touched, and that was going on in touch while relentlessly sucked, had bathed in such a rush of heat to let annihilated, one charge of lust that had left him baffled even himself.
reached out blindly searching and encountering a few locks of his fine blond hair. With one click I grabbed one, pulling, trying to make him understand that now there was almost not take it anymore ...
With a groan was exalted into the mouth of the boy, that he merely tightened his lips and swallowing. Not that crazy thing he did but for once there could be, did not want to mess unnecessarily his futon.
He held it in her mouth until she began to relax then released, after cleaning it thoroughly with his tongue.
His grin, of course, had not disappeared, indeed, seemed to have even accentuated.
Undoubtedly it was fun to embarrass that boy so terribly arrogant.
riadagiò is again upon him, against strusciandoglisi blew in his ear.
surprisingly intimate friends in the shinigami did not seem to get enough attention and returned smarter than before.
With a sadistic smile on his face stood up dusting off the dust from the clothes objectively imaginary.
Ichigo opened his eyes suddenly, realizing that the shit had really going to leave it there in those conditions.
"Bastard," he grumbled affected.
Sudden bent over him, shoving a finger deep looking back then so sensitive. He found it immediately, making new arch Ichigo vigorously shaken by that wave of excitement so strong that it was investing without mercy. Then that went out as fast as the finger had penetrated.
"Asshole, yes, but not repressed"
His grin was sadistic, amused. With a chuckle he turned and walked toward the door with his shamble.
front of it and stopped, without turning around, muttered
"Ten minutes, Ichigo. Ten minutes. When you can maintain the form for ten consecutive minutes, then we will finish what we started. "
said this came out.
What happened next was quite predictable.
Ichigo doth a string of curses as to make a longshoreman blush, and the only coherent thought that crossed his mind before letting fly his hand down toward that quell'erezione clamoring
to be met, was that, at least, made him more back hurt
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