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Breaking a Butterfly	By : NovaAlexandria Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5959 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This is an off shot of The Real King and shows what happens in the time that H’tsu (Ichigo’s hollow) had Szayel at his mercy. It’s pretty dark and not for the tender of heart. I ended up writing this because I was pissed at something. It starts right where H’tsu has him pinned to the wall and Ichigo ran off to find Grimmjow.

Warnings: Violent Rape, in no way eroticised.

Broken Down

What happens when two powerful Hollows meet and the stronger one can’t bring itself to kill the weaker?

The sentence echoed in Szayel’s mind and, just as quickly, silently answered it. He dared not speak, wasn’t even sure he could with the hand that was wrapped tightly around his throat restricting the amount of oxygen he was able to draw in. He wasn’t starved for breath yet, but he was getting slightly light headed from the restriction of life’s most valuable resource, needed far above all others.

What happens when two powerful Hollows meet and the stronger one can’t bring itself to kill the weaker?

The sentence range in his mind again as violent golden eyes bore into his own fearful gold. This was a creature that was the very essence of what a hollow was; violence, strength, power. The full power of this creature’s reiatsu was bearing painfully down upon him. Had he been something other than what he had naturally been born as, he would have been in far more pain than he was.*

His entire body trembled and he gave a shiver as H’tsu tongue suddenly ran up the side of his face. He felt disgust well up as the wet saliva stuck to his skin, he hated being anything but immaculate.

“Let’s see if you are even worth fucking. Pretty eyes ain’t going to be enough to cut it,” H’tsu purred.

The pale hollow took a step back so he was holding Szayel pinned to the wall at arm’s length. The very tempting urge to kick out at his captor rose in him, but his far more powerful Instinct, and Intelligence, wanted him to survive this so he quickly curbed that foolish notion before it got him into even deeper trouble.

“Too much cloth, I can’t see your body under this shit,” H’tsu snarled, using his free hand grab the zipper of Szayel’s jacket and jerk it down sharply.

Szayel’s hands automatically let go of their death grip locked around H’tsu’s arm and desperately grasped for his jacket. The hand wrapped around his throat constricted painfully, cutting off all air supply in a very painful manner and H’tsu lifted him up by the throat so his feet could no longer touch the floor. Panicked, he abandoned any hope of keeping his jacket in place and grasped desperately at the arm attached to the hand slowly killing him.

The pressure on his throat was released and he was lowered until he could stand on his toes. He gasped for air and tried to ignore the sweat that was now running down his face. This time his hands remained on H’tsu’s arm as the hollow pulled him just far enough away from the wall to slide the jacket off of his body. His breath hitched when that free hand started to work on the belt to his hakama. Szayel dug his fingers deeply into the arm he was clutching like a life line to prevent himself from attempting to stop the hollow from disrobing him again. Next time a simple suffocation might not be the only punishment delivered.

His hakama fell to the floor and the warm air of the laboratory caressed his naked body. Szayel gave off another shiver as H’tsu studied the body now revealed to his cold, calculating eyes.

“Pathetic,” H’tsu sniffed.

Szayel flinched as a rough hand grasped the left side of his ribs cage and squeezed hard enough that there was a good chance it would bruise. It hurt like hell, but he managed to prevent a whimper of pain from escaping.

“You are so fucking scrawny I can almost wrap one hand around you,” H’tsu sneered.

H’tsu’s exploratory hand traveled lower and Szayel jumped as it grasped his rear with another painful, sharp squeeze he could feel to the hip bone.

“No flesh on you at all. Fucking you is going to be like fucking a wooden board,” H’tsu snarled. “Maybe I should save my pelvis and just kill you slowly like I planned to in the first place.”

Despite himself he let out a whimper. H’tsu cocked his head at the sound before smiling in such a feral way that Szayel felt his blood run cold.

The hand on his rear tore up his back leaving four, long, red lines running from his rear to his shoulder blades. Blood quickly welled up in their wake and began a slow journey down his back. He let out another whimper of pain, this time one he deliberately didn’t try to hold back. He had no plans of dying here; not before he could kill this despicable creature. He would do anything to make sure he stayed alive, even if it meant attracting this creatures attention in a way he would rather not.

H’tsu brought the blood soaked claws between them and stared at them in fascination before slowly sucking one finger into his mouth and letting out an unnecessarily loud moan of pleasure.

“You taste good, so fucking good I could devour you here and now, and you make amusing sounds at least. Your eyes are fucking beautiful, so golden and wide with terror,” H’tsu purred in pleasure. “Ichigo won’t let me play with his pet and I got a little problem I have needed help dealing with for some time now. I think you can help me with this problem. I can always kill you later if you don’t prove to be amusing.”

The hand clasped around his throat didn’t loosen as he was jerked forward away from the wall. His own hands clenched tightly around the arm holding him captive as he was dragged by the throat out of the lab and into the hallway that housed the many cells intended for his experiments. He started to struggle in earnest now, terror pulsing through his body and destroying any attempts at rational thought.

H’tsu hauled him down the hallway without any indication he was having any difficulty restraining him. It was as if he was but a babe struggling against a well built adult. H’tsu stopped them in front of one of the many doors lining the corridor and studied the consol a moment before smirking and pulling a small, cylinder shaped object with a syringe on the end out of its holding place.

“King may have been unconscious, but I was not. I saw how this little toy works,” H’tsu smiled down at him.

Szayel felt his panic increase, honestly surprised he was capable of such a feat at this juncture, and struggled for all he was worth, trying every trick he knew to break free of the hold on his throat. He succeeding in doing nothing more than bruising his flesh and choking himself.

He hardly felt the sting as the syringe jabbed into him, grabbing a small amount of his blood and reiatsu, before it was pulled out and replaced in it holder. The door hissed open a moment later and he was unceremoniously tossed into the sterile, padded, white room.

The moment he was across the threshold he felt his reiatsu become restrained. It was still there, he just couldn’t access it. His panic tripled and he desperately searched the room for a way out, one he knew didn’t exist because he had built these rooms to hold anything. Even though he knew exactly where the concealed control panel was it would no longer function for him as the cell had been keyed to contain him.

Szayel’s eyes were pulled back to H’tsu as the hollow moved, removing his own clothing until he was as nude as his captive and smirking at the trapped Arrancar in a way that made Szayel’s entire body tremble.

“Are you ready, my pretty little pet?” H’tsu questioned, stepping away from his clothing but not closing the distance between them just yet.

Szayel shook his head in denial and tried to phase himself through the wall at his back. He knew what was coming, might have even willingly gone with it if not for the large amount of violence and promise of pain that radiated from the pale skinned hollow. It was just the way Hueco Mundo worked. The strong did what they will to the weak and once defeated the weak could only bow their head and accept their fate while silently plotting revenge.

Had it been any of the Espada who had him cornered now, or even another Arrancar, he would probably not be feeling sick to his stomach and getting ready to bolt. He would probably not be feeling so much fear and would probably be looking forward to the chance to mate.

But this creature, this thing he knew was not only going to make it painful, but was going to hurt him as much as it could without killing him. There would be no pleasure in it, no struggle for who would come out on top, a struggle Szayel would never win simply because of what he was.*

“Aww, are you scared pet?” H’tsu cooed at him. “You should be, because this is going to hurt, a lot. But if you are a good boy and lay down on the slab on your own I might make it hurt less,” H’tsu offered.

His eyes slid from the pale hollow before him to the simple padded slab that served as a bed. He licked dry lips and slowly inched his way towards it. Already he could feel his instincts begin to come into line with trying to please the very obvious Alpha in the room; even though H’tsu would not actually be his Alpha until after the mating.

He evidently didn’t move fast enough because in a rush of wind he suddenly found himself pinned to the slab on his back, H’tsu straddling his waist and his back protesting the sudden violent meeting with a solid object.

“I do not have all day. You will learn to obey me quickly enough. After this your instincts should make it easier. If King can have his willing fuck toy, than I can have one as well,” H’tsu snarled.

Szayel closed his eyes and fought to bring his breathing and body under control, the first was damn near hyperventilating and the second was trembling completely out of control. A sharp pain across his face forced his eyes to snap back open.

“Keep your eyes open,” H’tsu snarled at him. “Yes, just like that pet. They are so beautiful, so wide, so full of delicious terror,” H’tsu purred in pleasure.

H’tsu’s hand cupped the side of his face as he spoke, causing the red skin on his cheek from the backhand to sting slightly more than it already was. He hardly noticed that though over the feeling of H’tsu suddenly grinding his full and already weeping arousal against him.

“Are you ready for the pain pet?”

He shook his head in the negative, his mouth felt so dry with terror he was not sure he could speak anyhow.

“Good,” H’tsu purred, removing his hand from Szayel’s face.

It happened so fast that all he could do was let out a scream as pain suddenly erupted throughout his body. There was no preparation, no warning, just sharp, blinding agony as H’tsu pulled Szayel’s hips up off of the slab. It was so fast he never had a chance to notice the movement before the hollow thrust in as deep as he could into the tight, unprepared, and tensed up in fear, passage, tearing the walls as he went. Only half of the impressive length went in and with a snarl H’tsu pulled back slightly before giving another sharp jerk forward, finishing the penetration and eliciting another scream from the trapped former Espada.

It hurt so much Szayel could not even begin to describe it. He panted desperately for breath, grinding his teeth, and clenched his eyes tightly shut as he tried to adjust to the pain and intrusion. A sharp pain flared across his face as H’tsu back handed him harshly across his other cheek.

“Open your fucking eyes before I rip your eyelids off,” H’tsu snarled at him.

He forced his eyes open, knowing the threat was not an idle one, but it was so hard to obey when he was in so much pain. He couldn’t even feel H’tsu inside of him, just the overwhelming agony.

“Better,” H’tsu smirked before pulling out slowly, bringing torn flesh and blood with him before thrusting sharply back in.

It hurt far more than Szayel could have possibly imagined and he couldn’t help but to let out a cry of pain. He swore more of his sensitive flesh was torn in that thrust.

“Fuck you are so damn tight it actually almost hurts,” H’tsu purred. “I wonder how long it will take to stretch this passage to better match my size. Hopefully a very long time.”

Four more deliberate slow and brutal thrust followed, each one electing a cry of pain from his lips and caused tears to pool in the corner of his eyes. Each of the four vicious strokes tore up even more of his inside. Enough blood finally filled the narrow passage that the friction became easier, although it didn’t make the pain any less. H’tsu picked up the pace at that point and let out a loud moan of pleasure. Szayel felt nothing like pleasure, just pure, raw unadulterated pain unlike anything he had ever suffered before.

H’tsu’s hands aggressively explored his chest, sides, arms, legs and even his back, leaving painful lacerations that left trails of blood and forced the odd whimper out of his throat when a sensitive area of his skin was shredded. The wounds were just deep enough to draw blood without tearing too deep into the muscles.

He didn’t know how long it continued, only that he could feel his body going into shock. H’tsu apparently also seemed to notice for the hollow sneered at him and adjusted their positions slightly. Arms wrapped around his legs and hoisted him up so he was resting on his shoulder blades.

He cried out in new pain as extra weight was forced onto his shredded shoulders and he felt his spine and neck compress under the thrusting weight of the hollow abusing him. The new position let H’tsu thrust deeper into his body and he felt new, deeper flesh tear. He struggled now, trying to change their position to get the weight off of his shoulders and neck and to decompress his spine. He might as well have been struggling against a boulder pinning him down for H’tsu didn’t seem to be affected by his struggles at all.

Tears finally escaped his eyes and he sobbed in pain. Szayel clenched his eyes shut, attempting to handle the agony being bestowed upon him. He forced them back open just in time to see that H’tsu had his arm raised, ready to backhand him again for daring to close his eyes.

He couldn’t take anymore. The pain was just too much. This was not mating, this was pure and simple torture. Even though H’tsu was not his Alpha just yet, he found his Instinct already moving to sync with the dominate hollow.

“Please,” he whimpered.

“Hmm?”

“Please,” he choked out again.

“Please what, pretty little pet?” H’tsu questioned with a purr, raking one set of claws down Szayel’s chest as he did so.

“It hurts so much,” he sobbed.

“It’s suppose to hurt,” H’tsu laughed loudly and mockingly.

“Please,” he whimpered again and this time let the sobs he was holding back fully escape.

It killed him to be so pathetic, but that was exactly what H’tsu wanted. To see him broken and begging and he was not so prideful, or stupid, to not give his soon to be Alpha exactly what he wanted. Part of it was his natural instinct; the other part was pure survival. He could hardly plan an escape if his body was broken to bits by this creature’s abuse.

It must have worked because H’tsu paused before giving off a sniff, grabbing his hips, and, without untangling their bodies, flipped him around so his ass was held in the air and his face was rubbing into the slab. He didn’t resist the change in position and actually twisted around to make the transition easier.

His back and neck still ached, but they were no longer shooting in pain. Now that H’tsu couldn’t see his face, safely buried behind a curtain of his sweat soaked pink hair, he could finally clench his eyes shut and focus on breathing. His hands remained clenched tightly on either side of his head as he used his forearms to take some of the pressure off of his neck and lower back.

Sharp claws ran down his back and he let another soft cry of pain escape his lips. The claws were followed by something warm and wet running up his back until sharp teeth latched onto a shoulder blade, pulling another whimper of pain out of him.

“You taste so fucking good pet,” H’tsu purred into his ear. “I wonder just how you could possibly taste any sweeter once you are mated. I look forward to finding out.”

He shivered and silently prayed that the torment would end soon. He was not sure how much more abuse his body, and mind, could take before it started to shut down in self defence.

H’tsu began moving inside of him again, this time at a far faster pace that picked up speed quickly. Claws dug into his hips, freeing streams of blood to run down his thighs, and he swore his hips bones were going to crack under the pressure being exerted upon them. His only warning was a slight pause in thrusts before H’tsu suddenly doubled the faster pace and pounded relentlessly into him.

His insides seared as H’tsu suddenly jerked behind him, almost spasming as he buried himself as deep as he could, roared in pleasure, and came violently with multiple jets of cum. H’tsu’s shaft slowly deflated and with each convulsion and assault of the salty liquid, it escaped to the damaged portions of Szayel’s tunnel, searing his insides with intense pain as it worked its way into the torn flesh.

He cried out in pain and tried to untangle their bodies, but the claws digging into his hips held his rear still while the rest of him writhed in pain and torment. He could feel the liquid travel into him, could feel his stomach clench as his body started to render the DNA and reiatsu encoded liquid with his own DNA and reiatsu. The final binding fell into place and he felt his Instincts fully accept H’tsu as his Alpha while his mind screamed in protest.

He didn’t bother holding back his sobs anymore and let Instinct take over while his mind tried to cope. His body didn’t resist as H’tsu laid them down on their side, the pale Hollows now soft shaft still buried inside of him. He curled up as much as he could with what space he had as his stomach continued to churn unpleasantly and whimpered at the more uncomfortable churns.

“See, you can be a good pet,” H’tsu purred happily.

A thousand retorts rose to mind, but he kept his mouth shut and forced his mind to focus on the problem and to let Instinct rule at the moment. His Instinct was far better suited to dealing with the violent creature behind him than his Intelligence was.

So he let his Instinct do its job and continued to sob softly with slightly trembling shoulders and periodically whimpered pathetically. He didn’t try to untangle their bodies or lash out with the many words that ran through his mind. He would play the broken and terrified toy exactly as his new Alpha wanted until he could find a way out of this mess and pay the creature back tenfold.

There is a bit more coming, maybe five chapters at most, and they don’t get much more pleasant.

*I know this sentence sounds confusing, but it will make sense in the next chapter of the Real King.
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