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My Little Keigo	By : AmberDDawn Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4334 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Tite Kubo owns Bleach. I don't, I also do not make money from writting fan fiction.

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All though this was inspired by Cornflakes at 3AM’ It is intended to be an independent story. May or may not be a crack fic. Sometimes my crack fics turn into more serious stories. I hope to have at least some levity in this because well Keigo is a major player in the story. But for now it has a very dark theme. Also the timeline and events are slightly altered. It is set before the winter war. Orihime wasn’t taken yet, and Ichigo hasn’t met the other vizoreds yet.

Warning this chapter contains a graphic rape scene.

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Ulquiorra was in a daze since he had seen that creature, that brown haired angel, Keigo. Since he saw his Keigo things had changed. His devotion to Aizen waned, his emotionless ways began to slip. He was caught more than once roaming aimlessly through the halls of Los Noches with the barest of smiles on his face. He had been thinking about the adorable little human that had changed his opinion of humanity.

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(Past Reflection)

It was one of his many missions into the living world when he first saw the boy that seemed to be attached at the hip to the soul reaper Ichigo Kurosaki.

Ulquiorra was only supposed to quietly scout the living world. He was quite good at suppressing his aura and he had entered the living world a good two hundred miles from Karakura Town. He saidoned to the city seeming to not have been noticed. There was a large concentration of strong spiritual energy focused in a small area. The green eyed espada headed for it directly toward the source. As he grew closer he began picking out energies he knew. That garbage; Kuroski; the woman, Orihime; the quincy, Ishida; and the large one with a strange power for transforming his arm, Chad they called him.

There were weaker ones but still significant enough to notice were amongst them. One spirit ribbon caught his attention. It gave off a very innocent vibe. Ulquiorra couldn’t help but reach out and touch it. It was a wonderful feeling, it felt like liquid silk. But there was something sad and empty in it. As if this one had an incomplete soul. He felt a strange need to see the owner of that ribbon. It seemed to be amongst the collection that gathered around the substitute soul reaper.

Ulquiorra followed it and spied the group. He saw the usual players in Kurosaki’s band of unusual idiots, but there were others. There was a sulky girl with dark hair, a short boy (also dark headed,) a rather exuberant girl with glasses the was attempting to molest Orihime, and another boy who seemed to be hanging off of the soul reaper and laughing. The strawberry haired boy seemed irritated but made no move to push him away.

To say that the arrancar was shocked that the sad and lonely soul was housed in an annoyingly cheerful human was quite probably an understatement though his blank expression hid his inner feelings. The group didn’t seem to notice him so he decided to follow the boy for a while. The group was gathered outside a large and plain looking brick building.

They had bento boxes and were eating. The cheerful brunette offered some of his lunch to the soul reaper. The blonde scowled slightly and shook his head, “No thank you Keigo. Don’t try to pawn your sister’s cooking off on me.”

“B-but Mizou didn’t make it I did,” The boy smiled but there was a hurt etched in his eyes. Ichigo must have noticed because he grudgingly took from the proffered lunch. Ichigo chewed his bite and actually smiled, “That’s not half bad Keigo.” Keigo smiled widely and nodded taking a small bite of his food.

After a quiet, uneventful fifteen minutes a loud bell rang causing the throng of spiritually aware people to disperse. The boy with brown hair and matching eyes looked in Ulquiorra’s general direction. The arrancar felt a strange stirring in his chest. Something in the boy’s eyes called out to him. The fourth espada removed an eye and dropped it. Instead of falling with a splat to the ground it levitated, “Follow the one that seems so close with the soul reaper. He may be useful.”

The orb left its master. He held his eyelid shut as the empty socket began its slow regeneration process.

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Keigo hated this feeling, ever since he had been attacked by those weird bug things he felt so damned empty like a piece of him had gone missing. The only time he felt whole was when he had been with his friends. Ichigo was like a life line, but he had been trying to keep his distance. Lately however, he had been closer and Keigo was happy about things. Ichigo even invited him over to his house for dinner. He hadn’t been to the Kurosaki abode in a very long time. He wondered how the little brats were doing. He kind of missed them.

“So you sure Ich? It's really cool that I can come over?“ Keigo scratched his arm nervously. He offered a smile that was returned with a noncommittal grunt, “I-I mean it's been a while and I,” Keigo blushed trying to hide it, “I’m really looking forward to hanging out. It's going to be so cool man!”

Ichigo nodded. Keigo swallowed at the intense way he was staring. Ichigo seemed to follow the motion of his Adams apple as it bobbed slightly. This made him blush even darker. Then he spazzed out about nothing in particular, “Crap! I forgot we have a history test this afternoon. I’m so dead!”

He pulled out his book and buried himself in it as if hiding. Ichigo rolled his eyes. He sat at his desk seeming not to care that his friend seemed so uncomfortable.

The rest of the afternoon went along uneventfully. Nobody noticed the disembodied eye that was hovering near Keigo. It must have escaped Ichigo as well because he was almost constantly near the boy and he never mentioned anything.

The final bell rang and everybody was heading out. The girls were chatting and planning to go see a movie since it was Friday and they had no classes the next day.

Ichigo took off with the shorter brunette tagging along behind him. The arrancar retrieved his eye to observe what the thing had captured. He headed home to make his report.

Aizen didn’t seem impressed with the soul reaper’s clique. "Honestly a the soul society is interested in that bunch of mediocre powers the only one in the group worth anything is that Ichigo, but just in case keep tabs on the lot of them.

Not until in the safety of his own domain did Ulquiorra crush the small orb. He watched with almost a morbid fascination. The boy, Keigo, seemed almost like two people. He kept his act up so well. It was like watching a well rehearsed play the boy had been performing for a very long time.

It was when he thought no one was looking he was different. To everybody else he was a hyper-active idiot, but when he was alone for even a minute his big goofy grin was wiped off he looked sad, tired, and lonely. His aura reflected this. It wasn’t that he was terribly weak either; although He seemed to be the weakest of their group. Ulquiorra sensed something was causing a blockage in his spiritual powers. The espada highly doubted that the boy possessed the wells of untapped strength that the soul reaper did, but there was something fascinating about him.

Ulquiorra watched as Keigo disrupted class making a clown of himself. Then he noticed something that was more strange. If he were less attentive in his observations he would not have noticed Kurosaki was as good an actor as his little friend. He was constantly watching the other boy, and the look on his face seemed disturbing. To cause emotional distress to an arrancar is something. There was a cold calculating look on his face. It mixed with something even darker; desire. The final image he allowed himself to watch was, strangely enough, a group of boys who were all disrobing.

It looked to be some kind of public bathroom. The boy, Keigo, was thin, almost to the point of looking unhealthy. Ulquiorra felt strongly aroused by the sight of the boy’s soft contours. This disturbed him but once more there was Kurosaki with that predatory look on his face. The green eyed arrancar had never claimed to like humans. Point of fact he hated them, but Kurosaki stirred loathing and cold fury in him like no other. He was looking at this sad lonely boy like he was starving man and Keigo was a steak dinner.

Now he wished he had followed his own instincts. Usually they pulled strongly in the direction of following his orders, but today he felt pulled to that boy. He wanted to follow him. It seemed he had been heading somewhere with the soul reaper. It bothered him to the core of his blackened soul.

Keigo was surprised when the came into an empty house. There was no over bearing father figure. No cheerful fair haired twin nor the brooding dark twin that looked so much like Ichigo.

“Oh, yeah,” Ichigo smirked, “Forgot to tell you they were going to be out pretty much all evening. I was going to order take out, Okay?” Keigo nodded feeling nervous being alone with Ichigo for some odd reason.

“Good then we can have Chinese and eat in my room if you want,” Ichigo offered again Keigo nodded this time he was smiling. Ichigo dialed, “‘What do you want?”

“How about pork fried rice and some sweet and sour sauce?” Keigo asked hopefully. Ichigo nodded and listened to the phone ring.

He was silent for a second, “Yes this is for the Kurosaki Residence.” He gave their phone and address to the person on the other end. Then he ordered as if he had the menu memorized. He seemed to order a lot, but Ichigo was always a big eater.

Keigo felt less and less like eating all the time, but he liked Chinese a lot and eating with Ichigo seemed to make his appetite grow a little.

Soon they were seated on the couch in the living room watching TV and waiting for the food. Keigo pretended not to notice as Ichigo kept brushing up against him until he felt the taller boy drape his arm over his shoulder casually.

“H-hey Ich? What are you doing?”

Ichigo pulled him close and turned. He opened his mouth to speak when there was a knock on the door. The taller boy blushed and excused himself.

Ichigo and Keigo took the food up stairs. The boys ate and Keigo relaxed forgetting the awkward moment on Ichigo’s sofa. Ichigo was sitting at his desk and Keigo Had taken a seat on his bed. He did his best to finish his rice but left half a take out box full of fried rice soaked in sweet and sour sauce. Ichigo ate all of his food which was a lot. Keigo asked if Ichigo wanted his leftovers.

Ichigo smirked, “I suppose you didn’t drool in it too much.”

“Hey!” Keigo shouted in mock anger then burst out laughing, “Ich, man, it's so good to hear you crack a joke. It's been far to long.”

He handed the rice over and Ichigo savored it. Unknown to Keigo he held perverted thoughts of the indirect kiss he and the boy shared by ingesting food he had eaten, using the same chopsticks that had graced his surprisingly delicate lips. Ichigo finished off the food and tossed the remains in the trash. He plopped down on the bed next to Keigo. Their knees brushed together causing Keigo to get flustered and nervous. Ichigo slid closer to the boy. He leaned in and whispered into Keigo’s ear, I’ve been having these strange dreams lately.

“Oh," What about?” Keigo made an heroic effort to sound nonchalant.

“About you…and me. It's actually kind of embarrassing but,” Ichigo snaked an arm around Keigo’s shoulder an pulled him flush to his chest. Ichigo moved in and made a swipe at Keigo’s earlobe with his tongue.

“Eh? What are you doing Ichigo? That’s so, ewe! G-gross d-don’t put your tongue in there!”

Ichigo tongued Keigo’s ear making the other boy squirm. It was strange the bitterness in the other boy’s ear only seemed to drive him on. Ichigo pushed Keigo to the bed and crossed his leg over the shorter boy’s thighs. He straddled Keigo smirking down at him.

“Relax Keigo. I know you want this too.” Keigo swore the taller boy’s soft brown eyes flashed a fierce gold. He shivered as his skin broke out in goose flesh.

Ichigo quickly pushed Keigo’s shirt up before he could protest. He began tweaking two soft pink nipples turning them pebble hard. Then he rubbed his palms over them feeling his manhood stirring.

Ichigo’s attraction to Keigo has existed for a long time. Perhaps even before he met Rukia. Before it seemed so innocent, like a weird boy crush, but now it was raw need. He was losing control and he would take what he needed if he had to. Preferably he would like Keigo to come along for the ride and enjoy the physical release.

No that wasn’t it either. Ichigo wanted to own the smaller boy. A strange possessive need had grown out of a once almost brotherly affection. Based on the confused and slightly disgusted look on his face; Keigo did not reciprocate any romantic feelings.

“No Ichigo! Get off of me. Dude! You’re like a brother to me. We can’t do this. It would feel like so disgusting!” Keigo tried to sit up but Ichigo just pushed him down that much harder. He noticed that the boy’s nipples were softening quickly.

He decided he needed to up the ante. Ichigo held the boy down with a palm firmly on his chest while with the other hand he deftly unbuttoned Keigo’s jeans.

Keigo yelped and struggled, “No! Ich! What are you doing? Think about this! Stop! No, no! STOP!”

The blond slid his hand into the struggling boy’s pants rubbing his limp member feeling it stir with the stimulation, “Don’t tell me you don’t want it as much as I do.”

He pulled Keigo out through the fly of his boxers. Keigo blushed and turned away, “Damn it Ichigo! I NNG!” Keigo had to bite his lip as he felt the pad of Ichigo’s thumb swipe the head of his penis making certain to press into the slit there. Keigo stared in disbelief at himself as thick clear liquid dribbled out of his half hard cock.

"See you do want this, just give in. Your body is telling you what your mind refuses to believe. You want this, and I promise it will feel good,” Ichigo removed his hand and crawled backward until his mouth was aligned with the leaking cock that was already swelling with blood though it was still relatively soft. With his tongue, he touched the base where the balls joined the cock and licked up the vein to the tip where he pressed his tongue against the wet slit. Then he sucked the head into his mouth. Keigo hissed as he clenched his buttocks in anticipation of the barrage to his senses as Ichigo gulped him down.

“Ich? I’m-we’re both boys not that there’s anything wrong with it, but I-I thought we were friends?”

“Oh we are, but now can’t we be more? I like your body.” Ichigo wormed a finger in behind Keigo’s scrotum and began rubbing playful circles around the ring of flesh that he wanted to penetrate more then he had ever wanted anything. He fingered the hole pressing in slightly until he heard a loud hiss.

“No,” Keigo let two sincere tears escape his eyes before he mentally shut down. He was in shock. Ichigo wasn’t molesting him; not possible. He had said no. Ichigo would never do something like this. He was like the shyest guy Keigo knew when it came to sex. Surely Ichigo wasn’t planning to-to rape him? Keigo yelped in pain when he felt the dry finger force its way past the virgin ring of muscle. He shook with fear and began to cry.

“Shh,” Ichigo made a comforting noise. His free hand slid up to cup the crying boy‘s cheek. Warm brown eyes looked into speckled hazel. Keigo closed his eyes in shame and fear. “It's alright to be scared. Hey I’m scared too. This is my first time you know?”

‘What raping somebody? Or just your first time raping me?’ Keigo screamed inside his own head. At this point too scared to protest this insane person he had thought was his friend.

“Keigo, I love you,” Ichigo’s confession brought Keigo’s attention back to reality.

His eyes snapped open, “Ich? S-stop then! Please.” He tried to push away. Then there was that flash of icy gold in his eyes. This time it did not fade away immediately. Ichigo cackled. Ichigo’s voice was strange. There was a foreign sound in it, high and almost a whine, but there was Ichigo’s voice there also, “It does not matter if you beg. It does not matter to me if you return his feelings, but I need a mate and I like your soft little body.”

The thing that was and wasn’t Ichigo laid down flat on Keigo’s body its finger still fishing around in his anus. The other hand grasped his chin painfully as it forcefully kissed him.

The stimulation was too much for Keigo’s body. His penis throbbed painfully and his butt clenched Ichigo’s finger.
The Ichigo imposter giggled as it forced Ichigo’s tongue in to probe Keigo’s mouth. Keigo gagged and fought. He bit Ichigo’s tongue hard. The Ichigo thing growled but seemed un-phased otherwise as His mouth bled into Keigo’s. It pulled Ichigo’s injured tongue out rubbing the blood with its free finger. The thing pulled its other finger out roughly from the tight hole behind the other boy’s ball sack and Keigo gave a harsh yelp of pain. �@

The Ichigo thing slid down Keigo’s body licking and leaving a sticky trail of blood and saliva. He pushed Keigo’s legs up until he was nearly folded in half. The Ichigo thing began to pull the Keigo’s pants off so he could stare at the tight ring of muscle that was just begging to be tasted.

“King has wanted his princess for far too long. Unfortunately for you,” He paused smirking before he continued, “Princess, he has made me very horny also. So the king’s steed wants to ride the princess.”

The thing thrust his face into the inviting warmth of Keigo’s nether regions. The other Ichigo’s nose was poking his scrotum and inhaling deeply as its hot throbbing tongue forced past the muscle. Keigo yelped but he was powerless to stop the assault. His stomach rolled and churned with a sickness he had never felt and a deep shame.

Tears blazed a path from each eye to drip off just below each of his earlobes. There were enough to make the pillow wet. “Please stop this,” He choked out as mucus filled the back of his throat. He was pretty certain that he was either going to throw up or drown in it.

The monster removed his tongue a long string of saliva hung off the side of his mouth and chin, “Mmmm. You taste better then I thought, but now there is no more time for playing. I can feel him trying to take control. But you my princess will not be rescued by your king.”

Hollow Ichigo unzipped his pants and his huge throbbing member plopped out. His cock drooled a steady stream of pre-cum, The thing began to slowly jerk-off staring at the crevice between the vulnerable boy’s ass cheeks. The hollow that resided in Ichigo lined up and without even stretching Keigo he thrust in.

Keigo screamed frantically as Ichigo began pumping his organ in and out of the unprepared virgin hole. Blood coated Ichigo’s cock making the motions come easier.

The Ichigo thing rolled them over gripping Keigo’s hips in a bruising hold. He forced the boy to ride him, lifting his hips then forcing him down with strength on normal human could possess. Keigo finally shut down completely when he looked into Ichigo’s eyes and saw no remorse there. No there was only pleasure in that sadistic exporession as Keigo’s bloodied insides squeeze the things cock.

The thing began thrusting up hitting Keigo’s prostate. Keigo’s body reacted as his cock hardened again, but it still hurt more then any physical pleasure could make up for. The hollow snapped its hips up faster and faster until it spasmed uncontrollably filling the inside of Keigo’s colon with the unpleasant white ooze. It pulled out and dropped Keigo to the bed then rolled over and went to sleep.

Keigo curled up beside to monster to tired and hurt to think of moving. He wept and rocked himself into a half waking state.

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Ulquiorra paced his private chamber. This was unacceptable he was worried over a pathetic mortal? But something inside of him screamed to go back for the boy. Ulquiorra had never been misled by his instincts before. He frowned as the voice inside his mind cried out for the boy.

“Fine,” He said with resignation, “I will go check on the boy. Then I shall go to Lord Aizen and accept my proper punishment for disobeying orders.”

Ulquiorra opened a hole in the fabric of space. He stepped through it.

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“It seems that your favorite has just disobeyed an order,” Gin spoke in his usual teasing manner.

Aizen laced his fingers together as he sat on his thrown, "Hm?”

The silver haired man smiled that creepy smile of his, “Yeah, seems he has decided to take a stroll outside of Los Noches. He went back to Karakura Town.”

“Watch him, but that is all,” Aizen ordered, “When he returns let him come to me as he pleases.”

“Alright,” Gin smirked. He was hoping for a cat fight.

“Tossen,” Aizen spoke softly.

“Yes Lord Aizen?” Tossen appeared next to the rogue soul reaper.

“I would like you here when Ulquiorra comes. I have a feeling that the fourth would not disobey me lightly. I just hope he isn’t the fool that Grimmjow was,” Aizen gave one of his softer smiles. Tossen nodded.
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