Runaway Horse, Hollow!Ichigo/Ishida, NC17
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Title: Runaway Horse Author: Nehalenia Pairing: Hollow!Ichigo/Ishida Rating: NC17 Warning: Disturbing content, Non-con/dub-con, rough!sex, shower!sex (sorta), bondage, coercion. Slight spoilers if you haven’t read up to #221 in the manga. Disclaimer: The boys all belong to Kubo Tite. I’m just taking them out for a ride. Authors Note: This is the first fic resulting from the recent Ishida Slash surveys that so many people were kind enough to answer. I'll admit I was going for a Ichigo/Ishida/Hichigo three-way, but this is what came out. Don't worry, tho. I'm sure the three of them will be getting together soon.
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But don’t you forget this. There’ll always be just a slight discrepancy as to which one of us is the king and which is the horse. That means... if you get even the slightest bit lazy, that’s all it’ll take for me to knock you down and trample your skull under my hooves. -- Hollow!Ichigo, #221
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I warned you, didn’t I? Did you think I meant you only had to keep your guard up against me in battle? Did you think that was the only time you’d ever have to rein me in?
Think again, Your Majesty. Oh, but you are now, aren’t you? What’s that line about closing the barn door after the horse runs out? You can howl and rage all you want, you can even run after me, but you’ll never catch up with me. Not in time, you won’t. You’re too late. And the thing of it is – what’s really making you scream – is that it isn’t you I’m gonna trample this time. That’s the trouble with a runaway horse; it's not always the rider that gets hurt. People on the ground can get knocked over and kicked and messed up pretty bad. People who just happen to be in the way. Just a matter of proximity, really. Too bad the people we care about are the ones we like to keep closest, yeah?
Too bad about Ishida.
Didn’t it ever occur to you that sex is like a battle? Especially sex between you and Ishida? Hell, how many punches did you throw at each other before you grabbed his fist and shoved him down? How much blood ran out of your mouth before he stopped hitting you and started lapping it away? Hurt when he kissed your split lip, didn’t it? The way he ground his mouth against yours? But that was all right. It was okay because you hurt him back, left bruises on his arms and bite marks on his neck, the two of you marking each other like animals.
After the first couple of times, though, you didn’t need the punches before the kisses. You forgot you were fucking your enemy, and after that, when you’d come so hard you couldn’t see straight and you’d close your eyes ‘just for a minute’, you forgot you were sleeping with one. The one inside you.
I told you I wouldn’t let anyone weaker than me saddle me up and ride me around like a little bitch. You’ve got to be stronger than me every minute, king, because I’m always watching, always waiting for my chance. And there’s something about Ishida that makes you weak. Yeah, you still bait and fight and snap at each other, and every time you fuck, half the pleasure’s in the struggle – the way he makes you work to get on top of him, to get inside him – but afterward, it’s you who doesn’t want to let him go. It’s you rolling over so he isn’t in the wet spot, you getting lulled by the warmth, and the way he breathes, and the way he lets you keep touching him – lets you finger a nipple, or keep your hand on his stomach.
That’s what I’ve been waiting for: that moment when you feel like everything fits together perfectly, when you feel like nothing bad will ever happen, when you feel like even you and I are in balance, in harmony. Or maybe you feel like I’m not even there anymore. But guess what? I am.
You knew it, too. Even lying there fucked and sweating with your cock sticky and your skin still buzzing, you kept your guard up, the first few times, at least. And I was good. I behaved. I never tried to snatch the reins or get the bit in my teeth like you thought I would. Until now.
It was good, wasn’t it, king? The two of you rolling around on his bed, teasing, wrestling each other till you’re so horny you couldn’t stand it. So hot for him you practically fucked him through the mattress, then came so hard you almost passed out. Hope you enjoyed it, Your Majesty. Because you’re both fucked now.
Ishida sighs and drags his hand across his face, then plucks his glasses off the nightstand and gets out of bed. He pads to the bathroom, closes the door so that it doesn’t really shut, and turns the shower on. You lie there listening, thinking maybe you’ll go in there and join him, but it feels good, lying there next to the warm spot he left beside you. You can’t decide; but I can.
It’s me that gets out of bed and stretches, scratches, looks down at your lean, muscular body. Mine now, Your Majesty. I make a fist, admire it, liking the way the tendons and muscles stand out in my arm. Mine. I stretch again, then look down and check out my cock. It’s a nice one, long and heavy. Feels good in my hand. It starts to get hard when I think about what I’m going to do with it.
It’s only then you realize you’ve been dethroned, and start throwing one hell of a fit. Yeah, you’re still on my back, king, but you aren’t the one in control. You’re just along for the ride this time, so why don’t you shut up and enjoy it? Not much else you can do, is there? Hell, maybe you’ll learn something. I can do things with Zangetsu you’re still afraid to try. Maybe I’ll do the same with your cock?
I open the bathroom door and go in. The tile is cool under my feet, but the air is warm and a little steamy. There’s a yukata hanging on the back of the door. I pull the belt off it, check it out. It’ll do.
I open the shower curtain and just look at him. Ishida’s slim as a girl but angular, and there’s lean muscle there, corded in his arms, shoulders, thighs. He looks good with water spilling over him, with his hair dripping as he bends over to soap his legs, and his firm, little ass sticking out. Looks damn good. He turns his head when he hears the curtain open, blinking water out of his eyes. He straightens and gives me a look that’s almost a smile – just enough to be encouraging – and pulls the shower nozzle down to rinse his legs.
“Coming in, Kurosaki?” Ishida asks. There’s a note in his voice that’s almost teasing. “Or are you just going to stand there and watch?”
I step in behind him, take his shoulders and push him against the wall. He drops the shower nozzle and it clatters against the tub, spraying our legs as I lean in and lick the water off the back of his neck. He peers over his shoulder with a half-hearted glare, but he doesn’t know anything’s wrong at first; doesn’t even suspect until I pull his hands from the wall and behind his back. He stiffens up a little then, and when I loop the belt around his wrists and cinch it tight, he tries to jerk away. Too late.
“What the—Kurosaki!”
“Guess again,” I tell him, but it isn’t till I turn him around, grab his face and kiss him that he knows something isn’t right. The moment our tongues meet, his eyes go wide and he tries to pull his head away. It’s like he’s trying to spit me out, like I’ve just put something unsavoury into his mouth. I don’t let him go. I hold his face, kissing him hard and deep till he can barely breathe, till he starts to struggle, and when I pull away, he’s gasping, staring at me.
“You... you’re not....” He blinks at me. I see it dawn in his eyes. “You...feel... like a Hollow!”
“Funny. You feel like Hollow Bait,” I tell him, then trap him against the wall, take his jaw and claim his mouth again. He really starts struggling now, twisting his body to throw me off, trying to kick my legs, and making noises like he wants to scream and curse and yell at me if I’d only give him his tongue back. None of it does him any good. All it does is make me hard as a rock, and it’s only when he feels my dick poking him in the groin that he goes still, and suddenly I can feel his heart thudding against my chest. He’s finally scared. That makes me even harder.
“Figure it out yet, Ishida-kun?”
He must have, because it’s right then that he shoves with his hips, then smacks his head right into my nose. I stumble back, slipping in the tub, and sit down hard on the edge. Yeah, I’m seeing stars, and yeah, I hear you, king, crowing and sawing at reins, and you almost get control right there; but not quite.
My nose hurts like hell and there’s blood running in my mouth, but Ishida barely makes it out of the tub before I grab him and drag him back. He’s wet and slippery, but he’s got no balance with his hands tied and when I sweep his leg, he falls flat on his face. That fall knocks the wind right out of him, and when I haul him to his knees by his bound wrists, he can’t even scream. Oh, he tries, but there’s no sound except for him choking, trying to get air, and all he can do is sort of grunt when I throw him face down over the side of the tub and kick his legs apart.
The tile floor is wet and hard on my knees, but I don’t care. All I care about is Ishida’s pretty white ass laid out right in front of me, and the big, hard cock throbbing between my legs. All I care about is sinking my dick all the way into his tight hole and fucking His Majesty’s little bitch until he can’t scream anymore. I’m so hard right now it almost hurts, and I feel like passing that pain along.
“Don’t!” Ishida pants as I peel his firm, little cheeks apart and push the head of my dick against his hole. “No—fuck! Kurosaki, don’t!"
“Kurosaki’s not the one about to nail your ass, Quincy,” I laugh at him, but my laugh turns into a growl. Ishida’s tensed up tighter than a knot, and the big head of His Majesty’s royal sceptre just skids over its target. “Fucking hell,” I mutter, my fingers digging into his butt hard enough to leave bruises as I thrust again, but the head won’t go in. His Majesty is laughing at me now, gloating even, but I know it’s just because he can’t do anything else. There’s a bar of soap softening in the spray from the shower head. I grab it, scrape it between Ishida’s cheeks, then over the head of my cock. This time I keep one hand wrapped around the shaft to steady it.
“No!” Ishida whimpers as I press into him. “No—fuck! Ahh!” The soap does the trick, and he howls and thrashes as the knob of my prick pops through.
“Who’s laughing now?” I giggle, listening to my king shriek and curse as I take full possession of the royal fucktoy.
I push the rest of my prick in real slow, not because I’m being nice or anything, but because just watching it go into him, inch by inch, is even better than feeling it, and I want to savor this. It’s fucking boring in that sideways place inside His Majesty’s head, and I could use some distraction. I want to remember the way Ishida’s panting and fuming and carrying on, the way his long legs are scrabbling against the wet floor. I want to remember the feel of his hot, tight ass giving way to my cock, embracing it against his will. I want to remember the way my king is howling and raving and pitching one hell of a fit, all because I’m doing just what he did less than an hour ago: fucking the very same ass with the very same cock. It’s too rich.
Ishida keeps resisting, but when I work the last few inches into him and I’m balls deep in his tight hole, something seems to go out of him. He gives a weird kind of high-pitched sob then just sort of slumps there, breathing in hard, fast, sharp little bursts with his eyes only half-open. Pretty eyes. They go real wide when I pull out of him and start doing the whole thing over again.
“Aww, what’s the matter?” I mock, looking down at him as my prick forces him open again. One side of his face is pressed against the bottom of the tub, but his teeth are clenched and one blue eye is slitted and glaring back at me. The shower nozzle is still spraying against the side of the tub, and locks of his hair are drifting in the swirl of water. He’s scared and desperate – I can taste it, feel it – but he’s trying to cover it up with anger. That tastes good, too. I slam all the way into him and hear him choke, watch his eye squeeze shut. The pain tastes even better.
“Is the nasty Hollow hurting His Majesty’s little bitch?” When I pull out this time, there’s a kind of burn, and his ass tugs at my cock like it doesn’t want to let go. Soap isn’t much of a lubricant, I guess. Not that I care. I like the burn. I like the friction. I like that there’s nothing between his ass and my cock. Just the way it should be with a Quincy and a Shinigami, in a fight or a fuck.
“I’ll bet Kurosaki’s nice to you, ain’t he?” I taunt, watching him grimace as I grind into him again. “Bet he loosens you up first. Bet he uses lots of lube before he sticks this big horse-cock in your ass. Makes you come first, doesn’t he, so you’re all nice and relaxed? So he can grease it up and just slip it right in and fuck you to his little heart’s content?” I jerk his hips back, making him gasp, and lean even closer. “And you like it, don’t you, Quincy boy?” I hiss at him. “You like letting a fat Shinigami cock split you open. You like it –hell, you love it when he fills you up like that. Know what, Quincy? I think you even like this.”
And sure enough, when I reach under him for a feel, his dick’s half-hard already, and it throbs – yeah, it throbs – when I grab it and start pulling on it, rubbing the head against the cool, slick side of the tub. Ishida moans and curses and starts struggling again, and I know why, too. It’s not cause I’m hurting him; he can deal just fine with pain. What he can’t deal with is that he likes what I’m doing to him; maybe even likes that it’s me doing it. Even as he whimpers, he gets harder and harder in my hand.
“Fucking hell, Quincy,” I laugh at him, feeling his cock start to leak as I pull out and thrust into him again. “I think you like Hollow cock even better than Shinigami!”
That does it. I’ve smacked him down, tied him up and I’m fucking him dry, but as usual, it’s his crazy pride that sends him over the edge. He makes an enraged sound – kind of a snarling roar – and starts thrashing like a landed fish, trying to buck me out and off and get away. Anything to make me stop.
I fucking love it. I get my feet under me so I’m crouching, then yank his hips up so his knees don’t even connect with the floor, and suddenly he’s supporting all his weight on his face and chest and a little bit on his toes, which are slipping on the wet tile. This time when I thrust into him, he cries out with just as much shame and anger as pain. It’s so good I could almost come just from that.
Suddenly, it’s not enough for me. Just fucking Ishida’s pretty ass, just pissing off my king – it’s not enough. I want to see Ishida’s face while I fuck him, and I want him to see me. I didn’t care about it before, but now I want to make the little bitch come, and I want to watch him when he does.
I rip my cock out of him – he’s so fucking tight, that’s just what it feels like – and haul him backwards out of the tub, then shove him onto the floor. He immediately tries to scrabble over, to get onto his knees, but I grab his legs and pull him onto his back. His bound arms make his chest arch up, and he tries to say something but he’s breathing too hard. I crouch between his legs, grinning at him while he huffs. He squawks in surprise when I take him by the knees and throw his legs over my arms, then lift his hips till the only part of him touching the floor is his shoulders, the back of his head and his bound arms.
“What—what the fuck—are you—ahh!” He stares at me with wide, wild eyes as I tilt his hips so they’re canted toward the ceiling, same way my prick is pointing. I push it down to line the head up with his hole, and drive it down, straight into him. When he screams this time, it’s something different.
“Feel it, don’t you?” I laugh at him, steadying his hips because he’s finally loosened up enough that I can actually fuck him, actually get a rhythm going. Still burns a little, still feels a bit rough, but my cock’s pumping in and out of him and I know what every thrust is doing to him. Not sure he does, though.
“Fuck—oh fuck!” he’s panting, saying it over and over in the same rhythm that I’m pounding into him. His cock’s as hard as mine and leaking all over his belly, and I think there’s as much sweat on his face and chest as water. The way I’ve got him angled, I’m hitting his sweet spot on every stroke, and I can tell he’s about to go crazy with it. “Fuck!” he whimpers again. “Oh fuck—stop! Stop it! Stop!”
I don’t stop. I know why he’s yelling, why the panic’s rising in his voice, why he’s arching up and tossing his head. Like hell I’m gonna stop.
“You like it, don’t you?” I taunt him. He bares his teeth at me, but he’s breathing so hard that’s all he can do. “You like getting thrown down and tied up and fucked so hard it hurts! You like getting taken – even by a Hollow. Maybe especially by a Hollow, huh? In fact, I think you like everything I’m doing to you, Quincy. I don’t think you really want me to stop.”
“STOP IT!” he howls at me, lashing his head, nearly sobbing with rage.
“I’m gonna make you come, Quincy,” I growl at him, thrusting into him harder, faster. I’m close enough myself that I can feel my balls tightening, feel the swirl of blood in my groin, feel His Majesty breathing down my neck, but I’m not done yet. “I’m gonna make you come so hard—harder than Kurosaki ever has. Know why?” I laugh, not expecting an answer. “Because Kurosaki’s afraid to hurt you. And I’m not!”
With that, I throw his legs over my shoulders, drop to my knees and nearly bend the Quincy bitch in half. My cock goes so deep inside him that he screams like he’s been stabbed, but it’s nothing to when I start pulling on his swollen prick and bite one of his nipples hard enough to draw blood. I don’t get three strokes on his cock before Ishida jerks like he’s been hit by lightning, and wails as he comes all over my hand.
“Look at me, damn it! Look at me!” Maybe it’s that I’m still milking his cock, maybe it’s that I’m still fucking him hard and fast, but when his eyes open, he looks right at me, and it’s what I see in his face – a mix of pleasure, shame and despair – that sends me over the edge. It isn’t the way his muscles spasm, gripping me like a hot fist, or the feel of his come cooling on my hand, or even the sight of him beneath me, gasping, conquered, undone, that does it. It’s just the look in his eyes – the fact that he knows what I am, what I’ve done, what I’ve made him do – and I can’t hold back any longer. I don’t even scream as I slam into him one last time – just a shudder as the release seizes me, and the pleasure starts to tear me apart. One moment my whole body is buzzing and my cock is spurting inside him, and it’s so fucking good that when I’m torn apart, I almost don’t care. The climax rips me to shreds and I’m swept away, the pieces of me spinning in the air, drifting down like snow.
I land harder than I fall. I pick myself up. Look around. Sideways. Everything’s sideways.
Well, fuck.
So the bit’s back in my mouth, king? Fair enough, as I made the same mistake you did. But really, all I wanted in the first place was to take a bit of a stroll. Burn off some energy. Mess up your Quincy. I got some nice memories out of it. I wonder what you’ve got left?
You aren’t hard to find. You’re still kneeling on the wet bathroom floor, but I guess some time has passed, because Ishida’s sitting up with his hands untied. I know this because his arms are around you, and he keeps telling you over and over that he’s all right. That you didn’t hurt him. That it’s nothing.
What can I do but laugh at you? Ishida was the one who got thrown down and fucked up, but you look worse than he does, king. You’re sweating, and shaking, and nearly as pale as the Quincy is. You keep telling Ishida you hurt him, and he keeps telling you he’s fine. You keep telling him you’re sorry. He tells you it’s all right. His arms are around you, and his head is on your shoulder. Your head is on his shoulder, but your arms are at your sides.
I can see both of your faces. Both of you are scared.
You’re afraid to touch him now. You’re afraid because there was blood on his chest and you could taste it on your lips. You’re afraid because there was blood on your cock, and even though he says he’s fine, you know he isn’t. You’re afraid to touch him now, because you’re afraid of what might happen if you do.
You’re afraid I’ll get loose again. Take you over. Take Ishida.
Ishida’s afraid of the same damn thing. He's afraid because he wants me to.
I know he can’t hear me, but I lean over your shoulder anyway and whisper in his ear.