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I Am The King	By : HollowedRose Category: Bleach > General Views: 9189 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1 - Nefarious Encounter
Ichigo felt uneasy since he woke up in the morning, but it was only when the alarms of an Arrancar invasion went off that he knew his instincts hadn’t been wrong. The feeling didn’t dissipate as he left the house to join the battle, his apprehension only increasing when the one he was going up against effortlessly blocked his Zanpakutō with his bare hands. Unfortunately for Ichigo, not even his Bankai could do anything against this new foe, and it only took a hit from his opponent to be sent flying through the air and then violently tumbling across the ground before he came to a complete stop. The Arrancar was immediately upon him, landing one vicious punch after the other, the last one sending the Shinigami flying through the air once again. The Arrancar wasted no time, and with a well-placed kick to the stomach, he sent Ichigo crashing back into the same hole their earlier fight had created.

Dust rose all around him from the impact, and Ichigo took a moment to catch his breath. He was hardly himself most of the time, so the last thing he wanted to do was to fight, but he knew that if he didn’t get up and win, his friends would most likely end up dead. He had to get over his fear of the Hollow plaguing his mind and focus on destroying the monster who dared to run his filthy hand through Rukia’s stomach.

"Is this all there is to a Bankai? Don't disappoint me, Shinigami! Is your speed the only thing that Bankai increases?" the Arrancar taunted him.

Ichigo glared at him with disgust, wanting nothing more than to wipe that stupid grin off the Arrancar’s face. "Getsuga Tenshō!" he roared as he sent an attack of condensed reiatsu towards his opponent.

The Arrancar seemed a bit surprised, but he didn't dodge and instead merely raised his arms to protect his face. "What the hell was that? Ulquiorra didn't tell me about that move, Shinigami."

"Am I still disappointing you, Arrancar?" Ichigo taunted back; he could hardly suppress the smirk plastered all over his face.

"Bring it on, Shinigami! Now I can say there’s a reason to kill you!"

Ichigo scoffed; he was determined to be the one who did the killing.

"Ichigo, what are you smirking about? You seem pretty sure of yourself," the voice of his Hollow rang in his head, and that scared Ichigo more than he ever wanted to admit.

"Wait... just a bit longer," he mumbled. He had more important things than to deal with than the irritating yet terrifying voice in his head.

"How far do you think you can go on your own?" the Hollow continued.

Ichigo decided to ignore it for a while longer even if he could feel himself slowly slipping away. The worst part was that the Arrancar was barely injured. Was that all a direct hit with Getsuga Tenshō did to him? The black Getsuga Tenshō was originally his Hollow's technique, so if he used it, would the monster appear sooner? Ichigo concluded that he could get two or three more shots at best before the one haunting his every waking moment would take over.

"Hey! Don't space out on me, Shinigami!" the Arrancar demanded with a voice that Ichigo was beginning to hate but which brought him back to the seriousness of the situation he was in. He still had an enemy to defeat.

"Now it's my turn," said the Arrancar and unsheathed his sword.

The first thought Ichigo had as soon as he saw the Zanpakutō in the Arrancar's hand was that he needed to do something, and fast, so he gathered as much of his reiatsu as he possibly could and shot another Getsuga Tenshō at the Arrancar flying fast towards him. Unfortunately, he never expected his enemy to shoot a Cero straight through it and towards him. He instinctively shot another one in response and tried to dodge the incoming one, but a well placed kick from his enemy, who somehow got in front of him, sent him right back inside the Cero's range. The ground shook when it finally hit, and Ichigo released all the reiatsu he had left to somehow minimize the damage his body was taking. By the time the last traces of the Cero were gone, Ichigo could hardly open his eyes, and he collapsed on his knees in a pool of his own blood. The wounds on his body went from superficial scratches to deep cuts right through the muscles, but that still didn’t stop him. Ignoring the coppery taste of fresh blood filling his mouth, he started blindly feeling the ground for his Zanpakutō, knowing that he had to keep on fighting regardless how broken his body was. He had too much to lose if he succumbed to the pain and the fear threatening to overcome his senses.

"Ichigo, you really suck!" said his Hollow in a condescending tone.

"Shut up!" Ichigo shouted, the creature finally getting on his nerves.

The Arrancar, who was enjoying the show, was taken aback when, once again, the Shinigami seemed to be lost in his own little world.

"Ichigo, you know you need my help. I will take over sooner or later anyway, so why not give me control now?" the Hollow tried again.

"I said I don't fucking need you!" Ichigo snapped. By then he had managed to find his Zanpakutō and get back on his feet, but he couldn't keep a firm grip on it when he had no strength left.

You're spacing out on me again, SHINIGAMI!" the Arrancar snarled right before he punched Ichigo hard in the face. With the orange-haired Shinigami on the ground again, he bent forward and tightly wrapped his fingers around the bloody neck. "And you sounded so confident earlier. You're weak. I was hoping to enjoy this fight a bit longer, but you're already half-dead."

"Go to hell!" Ichigo spat and tried to raise an arm with the intention of punching the Arrancar in the face, but when his enemy’s fist impacted his head, his vision went black and the Zanpakutō slipped from his fingers. The thought that perhaps he was weak invaded his mind, but he had no time for self-pity when everyone’s lives depended on him. Forcing his eyes to open, he glared at his enemy with contempt, but the Arrancar was merely laughing at the defiant glow in his eyes.

"I think it's time you die now!"

"I won't. I can't l-lose here, I’ll win," Ichigo replied with a smirk on his face.

"What? You fucking kidding me? You’ll win?!" the Arrancar asked in disbelief before he repeatedly hit Ichigo until his hand was covered in blood. It was only after he had enough that he finally released him, Ichigo falling to the ground like a sack of potatoes. The Shinigami was weak, and since the Arrancar was starting to get bored, he positioned his Zanpakutō above the Shinigami’s heart and waited for Ichigo to look at him and see the one who was going to end his life. “Look at me!” he demanded, and when Ichigo finally opened his eyes, the Arrancar was taken aback by the sight of black sclera surrounding a yellow iris. "What the...?" he exclaimed in surprise, and he couldn’t help but wonder if it had something to do with the Shinigami spacing out a few times. The eye reminded him of a Hollow, but it didn’t make any sense. The Shinigami was obviously struggling with something, because even though his eyes were on the Arrancar, he was looking right through him.

"I won't... lose... c-con…trol. You s-stay there," Ichigo spoke so softly that the Arrancar had to strain his ears to hear him.

The 6th Espada was starting to find the Shinigami more intriguing by the second, and he wanted to see it, whatever it was that his enemy seemed so set on holding back. The thought of how he would do it thrilled him, especially when he knew how much he was going to enjoy it. Smirking, he picked up the Shinigami's Zanpakutō from the ground, kicked the battered body over, and then, with as much strength as he could muster, he drove the two Zanpakutōs, his and the Shinigami's, right through Ichigo's hands and into the ground as deep as he could. An anguished scream tore through the air for a while, and the Arrancar thoroughly enjoyed it.

Ichigo tried to move his hands, but as soon as he did so, excruciating pain shot up his arms.

The 6th Espada loved destruction, he loved seeing his enemies defeated and he loved seeing the Shinigami cry like a baby at his feet. Well, he wasn't exactly crying, but more like screaming from the intense pain, but it was close and he was sure that the Shinigami would end up crying by the time he was done with him. He didn't exactly realize when it happened, since he was so focused on the fight, but he got hard. He had no idea what it was about the Shinigami that made him want to fuck him, but it happened, and the more he looked at him, the more he wanted to posses him, to make him scream and to make him despair. "So Shinigami, I have an idea..."

"Wha-what?" Ichigo struggled to ask.

"Well, you see, I'm going to do something to you."

"Wha-what m-more… can you po-possibly… do?" Ichigo mocked even though he was in a lot of pain. If he was going down, he decided to at least act strong until the end. Then again, it wasn't like he was giving up or anything like that, but merely trying to gather his strength and somehow free his hands.

"Something that will wipe that stupid smirk off your face and make you cry… I think." He almost looked contemplative...

"Y-You wish!" Ichigo laughed, slowly coughing and chocking on his own blood.

"If you have any other power, I suggest you use it now, Shinigami," added the Espada.

"Ichigo, are you still refusing to give me control?" the Hollow inquired in an extremely annoyed tone.

"Of c-course… I r-refuse. You will ne-ver con…trol me a-again!" Ichigo declared, fresh blood spilling past his lips.

The Arrancar simply stared. He really hated how the Shinigami spaced out, but just as he was about to lean closer to him, the Shinigami tried to kick him. The attempt ended in failure, but the Arrancar was enticed by how nice Ichigo’s body looked, and he couldn't wait to put his hands on it. Unable to wait any longer, he crouched next to him and whispered in the Shinigami’s ear: "I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll end up crying and begging me to stop."

For a few seconds Ichigo didn't move, he didn't breathe, he was beyond shocked. "W-wha-what, WHAT?!" he stammered, his eyes going wide and his body shaking. He started kicking again with renewed force, but that didn't last long because the Arrancar pressed his left hand on his back and with a quick move he pulled Ichigo's hakama down. Never in his entire life had Ichigo felt such fear. The Arrancar promised him suffering and humiliation. They were both men! Even though Ichigo was inexperienced when it came to sex, he was sure he liked women. Furthermore, he never even thought of ever doing it with a man because he wasn't attracted to the same sex. The hand pressing hard on his back left no room for struggle, and each time Ichigo moved his own hands, he nearly passed out from the pain. "You c-can't do t-this,” he finally said in a trembling voice when he realized that he was completely at the Arrancar’s mercy.

"'course I can, and I will, but most importantly, Imma enjoy it.”

"Give up your control now! Do you hear me Ichigo? You're a fucking idiot! Your pathetic ass is going to get fucked, let me the fuck out! This is my future body! You fucking loser, let me out!" the Hollow bellowed inside his head, screaming in the beginning but ending up whining towards the end.

Ichigo was caught between two evils, and it was obvious which one was lesser. He opened his soul to let the darkness within him take over, but before the Hollow could take control, the Arrancar placed something around his neck, and Ichigo felt his remaining reiatsu being restrained and his Hollow being pushed further into his soul. As the Hollow’s voice was fading away, it screamed and cursed, blaming Ichigo for everything.

"I fucking hate you Ichigo! I hate you! You're gonna ruin us both!"

"What did you do to me? Let me go!" screamed a terrified Ichigo.

"I placed a collar that blocks reiatsu around your neck. Now you can't do a single thing,” the Arrancar informed him, and with a malicious laugh he got on top of Ichigo.

Ichigo was so terrified that he was seriously considering begging, and even though it shamed him to do it, in the end he succumbed to the overwhelming fear. "I'll g-give you a c-cha-llenge if you want one! P-Please don’t do this!" Ichigo tried, every muscle in his body violently trembling.

"It's too late now, and I'm way too horny to stop," the Arrancar confessed with a shrug.

Ichigo realized that his Hollow had been absolutely right. If only he’d let the damn thing out sooner, he wouldn't be in such a humiliating... position. He kept pleading to be set free until he felt the Arrancar's shaft touch his ass, and then he froze, but that didn't last long because he started begging again. He was mortified by what he was doing, but he couldn't help but beg the Arrancar to let him go.

Meanwhile, the 6th Espada was getting ready to screw the Shinigami, Ichigo’s desperate pleas only making him harder. Now that the Shinigami had no more reiatsu, he was as weak as any human. He grabbed the bloody jaw with his left hand and turned Ichigo’s head as much as he could, at the same time guiding his own member towards the Shinigami's. Once he was ready, he licked a trail up the jawline and only stopped once he reached Ichigos ear.

"I'm going to enjoy this so much... mmm..."

And then everything around Ichigo shattered. He shrieked when the Arrancar thrust into him, hot, white pain like he never felt before going up his spine and spreading throughout his body. He could feel warm blood flowing between his legs and dripping down on the ground below, the tissue tearing being the only way to accommodate the monstrous length ramming into him with savage force. The monster above him kept going in and out at a frantic pace that made Ichigo scream, cry and beg, and the agony he felt as he was viciously sodomized made him want to die ― something he had never wanted before. He could feel his insides being ripped to shreds as the Arrancar drilled into him, the monster’s disgusting breath in his ear as he grunted like an animal making Ichigo want to go deaf so that he wouldn’t have to hear those noises anymore.

On the other hand, the Arrancar was having the best time of his life. He loved the smell of the Shinigami's blood; it was intoxicating and he wanted more. He was fucking him like a beast, with no consideration towards the Shinigami's well being since all he cared about was inflicting pain and taking his pleasure from the sobbing body underneath him, and as he grunted his pleasure into Ichigo’s ear, he couldn't help but notice how nice the Shinigami's hair smeled.

Ichigo prayed that everything would be over soon. Even the rapist's touch in his hair felt disgusting, and he knew he was slipping into shock because his heart was beating too slowly. He was aware that if his heart stopped beating altogether, he would die, but he didn’t care because then he would be free from the clutches of the repulsive beast above him. After what felt like an eternity, the pace of the hard member driving into him became erratic, and a few seconds later, too many in Ichigo's opinion, the Espada came deep inside him; Ichigo had no doubts that the sounds of pleasure the Arrancar made would be forever engraved in his distressed mind and haunt his every waking moment and dreams alike.

"You felt good around my cock. I'm Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, the 6th Espada. I'm sure you won't forget my name anytime soon," the Arrancar purred before he got up.

At that point Ichigo was hoping the Espada would simply kill him.

"Since you were such a good fuck I'm gonna pull up your hakama and even remove your Zanpakutō from the ground.” Grimmjow slowly ran his fingers starting from the Shinigami's ass and going down towards the hakama. He paused for a moment, admiring the perky bottom and his cum combined with blood leaking from the Shinigami's hole. For some reason, he thought that was fucking hot, and no matter how much he wanted to stare at it forever, he still took a hold of the bloody and ripped hakama and pulled it up before he retrieved his own Zanpakutō from the ground, making the Shinigami scream in the process. As soon as he freed one hand, he saw it slowly make its way towards the other one. It shook badly, but that still didn’t stop the Shinigami from wanting to get free. Before the bloody and damaged hand got closer to its target, Grimmjow pulled out the other Zanpakutō like he’d promised, the sudden action making another pained scream leave the Shinigami’s raw throat.

Ichigo was pulling at his hair with shaking, bleeding and damaged hands, and it was that desperation that made him beautiful in Grimmjow's eyes. It was what the Espada had wanted to see when he decided to possess the Shinigami. He could almost still feel how soft the orange hair was against his fingers and how nice it smelt, but then the Shinigami threw up and ruined Grimmjow's little trip on memory lane.

The Espada nearly kicked Ichigo for it, but then he remembered the collar and he bent forward to take it off. There was no point in leaving it there; he might even need it again one day.

As Grimmjow's hand got closer to his body, Ichigo started shaking uncontrollably and trying to crawl away from him. The Espada heard the Shinigami say something, but it was so soft that he barely heard him.

"P-Please don't... ple-ase..."

With a quick move, Grimmjow grabbed Ichigo’s chin, and he realized that the Shinigami thought he would fuck him again when he saw the tears streaming down the wan face and the terrified look in the brown eyes. The Espada had to admit that he was tempted, but unfortunately, he really had to go, especially when he knew that Aizen was probably pissed as fuck because he went into the Human World without his permission and lost so many Arrancars.

"I'm not gonna fuck you again right now, but if you survive and you lose to me next time we meet, I will."

Ichigo whimpered pathetically and tried to push away the Arrancar's arm with his injured hands, but he wasn’t having much success. No matter how much he wanted to crawl under a rock and hide there for the rest of his life, he couldn’t do it when he was still at the monster’s mercy.

"You look pitiful right now, so I'm going to tell you something. The Arrancar I brought with me are dead, which means your friends survived and they are probably on their way here right now."

A feeling of relief washed over Ichigo as his brain processed the Arrancar's words, but it was replaced by dread not even a moment later when he heard someone call his name. Judging by the sounds, the person was getting closer, and Ichigo started struggling with renewed forced. No matter the cost, he had to get free.

Grimmjow noticed the Shinigami’s desperation and he laughed. "I take it that's your friend? You don't want him to see you looking so pathetic? Maybe I should stay here and watch his shocked expression when he sees you. I think I'd enjoy that," he mused.

Ichigo hated Grimmjow more than he’d ever hated anyone or anything in his entire life. Driven by shame, he began clawing at the Arrancar's skin with his badly injured hands, but his reaction only served to further amuse Grimmjow.

"So you had that much energy left in you… I must say I'm surprised." With a swift move, he pulled Ichigo under his arm, picked up his Zanpakutō, opened a Garganta and leaped inside.

Fear clawed anew at Ichigo’s heart, almost suffocating, and it took everything he had to not throw up again when the Espada proceeded to move at great speed, something along the lines of a Shinigami's shunpo. To his surprise, before he even got a chance to say a word, the Arrancar opened another Garganta and stepped down into the Human World. Ichigo hit the ground hard once he was released. He couldn’t understand what was going on, but his confusion disappeared when Grimmjow informed him that he had taken him to a city next to Karakura Town. Slowly, he raised his head to look at Grimmjow, but he felt sick all over again when he saw the bastard smirking at him and he thought that the Espada had moved him there so that he could rape him again without being disturbed. Ichigo was certain that if he was to go through that again, he would go insane. He raised his arms out of instinct, to protect himself, even though he knew that it would be pointless, but in his broken state of mind he could hardly think rationally, and he couldn't stop shaking to save his life.

"Ceh!"

At that simple sound, Ichigo flinched, but after that he thought he heard a Garganta opening. His eyes fluttered open and he gazed towards the source of the sound to confirm that it was indeed a Garganta and that Grimmjow was stepping inside. Just as the Garganta was closing, Ichigo lowered his arms, but Grimmjow swore and opened it again before stomping towards the him. Ichigo actually screamed and tried to get away, but his feet weren’t listening to him. Grimmjow's disgusting hands were on him again, but the contact didn't last long because the Espada did nothing else besides removing the thing that was blocking his reiatsu.

Soon after the Garganta closed, Ichigo lost consciousness.
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