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Ichigo had been right, it certainly was one of the longest nights he had ever endured. No matter how much he tried he could not sleep.
He had even resorted to counting sheep, but he gave up realising how fucked up it was to count small fluffy animals jumping a white picket fence.
Looking over at the small alarm device perched on his nightstand, he hoped to receive some form of encouragement that the night was passing. Instead it read 3.00am. Frustration coursed throughout his body towards the obscene red numbers that seemed to be extra sluggish and were refusing to budge.
For a second, He was tempted to ask rukia to whack him across the head and make him unconscious just to receive a few hours of sleep, but Rukia was most likely in a deep slumber in her small cupboard. It didn't take a genius to know what her reaction would be if he did, of all people He knew how pissed she got when she was woken up suddenly and especiallyif it had nothing to do with hollows or soul-reapers. It was safer to leave her be.
Sighing softly he turned his eyes back to the ceiling, tracing invisible patterns on the white wall. Allowing shapes to spread and unfurl out from the small vein like cracks in the plaster. Despite his best efforts to slip into a state of sleep, the previous events of finding that girl replayed in his head, thoughts whirling and twisting only creating more questions.
Who was she?
Why was she there?
But the question that puzzled him and somewhat scared him the most was why he reacted as he had.
The memory of him leaning across the girl, his wet tongue dragging across her delicate eyes and savouring the very taste of her. Consuming her blood into his body.
Devouring her.
His breath hitched, while that unfamiliar tightness enclosed his chest and a lump rose in his throat.
Her porcelain features, the shape of her lips.
An image formed of him licking gently at those lips. His own mouth brushing against them as his tongue slipped out further, probing for entrance to the warm cave of her mouth. He could almost imagine their plush warmth.
Sucking gently at her lower lip while continuously pleading for a response to his own heavy breaths .
However in this new re-invented memory, she gasped open her mouth allowing him to further explore. Her own moist muscle rose up and massaged against his own. Her hot breaths filling his lungs as she let out moans of pleasure in response to his hungry mouth and the hands which were locked in her blue black hair.
Softly and teasing, her own hands trailed slowly down his body, her fingers dancing across his chest before lowering to brush against his heated member.
No!
He shouted forcefully in his head and pulled himself abruptly from the direction those thoughts were leading him. No matter how he looked at it, it was sick and wrong to have these desires and thoughts for a girl who he didn't even know would surely scream 'Hentai' at him if she knew...she would likely turn in revulsion at the monster he was.
Even though these dreams of sort were merely wishes and yearnings, he still could not fathom why he was experiencing such an animalistic lust for her.
A part of him longed to easily pass it off as his hollows fault, but right now it was blatantly obvious as to whos fault it was- it was completely him.
The hollow within him hadn't resurfaced since his shower earlier that night, though he wasn't complaining. He was all alone in his head at the moment and it only echoed his hunger for her more loudly, Both body and soul.
Her body.
He felt his member become even more hard, the thoughts and images finally taking effect and control of his body.
The increasingly almost painful hardness and swelling begged for her touch, only hers. He Lifted his hands to press them against his eyes and forehead, attempting to drive away his desire and lingering images of her by sheer force.
Regardless, the damage had already been done. It was his own fault, he had conjured them up and now he had to deal with the repercussions.
The coiling pressrue only increased further and his throat felt swollen.
Can't breath!
Embarrassment made him acutely aware of Rukia in the cupboard and therefor he didn't want to release himself in his room, no matter how much his member ached. if he could get to the bathroom it would all be ok. He would be able to sort his 'problem' without having any one else need know.
He pushed himself up into a Sitting position or at least attempted to. He had barley moved an inch before he gasped in a heady breath. Sweat beaded across his forehead already from the simple pressure and heat was beyond his control. ''Damn!'' He hissed out from clenched teeth.
The ugly truth told him that it was too late now, he wouldnt make it to the bathroom. Collapsing back onto his bed he slipped one his fists into his down hard on the skin to stop the moans that threatend to erupt from simply slipping his other hand down his boxers to attend to the swollen muscle.
He wasn't going to allow himself the pleasure and bliss his body craved instead he refused it. In some twisted sense he felt it was just punishment for thinking of the girl in such a way.
Sliding his index finger across the heated tip he caught the drops of pre-cum which beaded across his smooth skin. Taking one last breath he slowly began to pump his hand up and down along the sensitive shaft.
Blood now flowed from his clenched fist, He was biting so hard to stop the cries that wanted to escape.
Each touchand jerk brought him higher and higher to the climax, yet despite his best intentions he still imagined the jade eyed girl being the one to touch him. His imagination going so far as to even imagine her lush hot lips to kiss and lick his member. In his thoughts he replaced his hand with her own, he shuddered violently from simply imagining it.
Disgusting! Wrong!
As his thoughts and actions became more incoherent, his pumps becoming clumsy and breaking the rhythm, a cruel laugh resonated within the chambers of his mind.
Ichigo froze instantly, that sadistic laugh sending shivers down his spine but for all the wrong reasons.
Oh king!How art thou has fallen!
Ichigo cringed immediately from the voice before his disgust was quickly replaced with rage at being caught in this act by his twisted other half.
Get the FUCK out of my head!
His hollow merely smiled, the sharp golden and black eyes narrowing in concentration.
ichigo was unprepared to see a replay of the images and the scenario he had in-visioned between him and the girl. The scene of her gasping and arching her back off the floor, while her whole body trembled from a toe curling orgasm.
Even though I visioned the same scenarios, I never knew you had such a dirty mind!
Shut the HELL up!
Ichigo could not control the white hot rage he was experiencing, the high bliss long most of the anger was at himself but his hollow was pretty good for a source to release it on.
Temper, Temper!My dear King I was only stating the facts!..He chose to try to ignore him, turning to his side he shut his eyes and called for sleep.
His hollow grew silent, even the maniacal look he often wore had disappeared and was replaced with a more solemn expression
I must admit myself, that the girl intrigues me also..There was something toxic about her, like a poison slowly paralysing the senses-Untill all I see is her.
Ichigo's eyes flew open at his hollows confession, not even attempting to hide his shock and interest that covered his face.
How.D-do you-
The hollow laughed sharply without humour,abruptly cutting him off.
I am your most carnal instincts, I share your body and mind how do you not expect me to be affected also.
It made sense in some aspect that what his hollow spoke was true, of course his actions and desires would cause a butterfly effect. However this ephimy only served to cause a white chilling fear to seep into his bones at the realisation of how much the young girl would be in danger if he were to be friends with her. Not only would he have to fight his own desires but also his hollows too, he was a monster both inside and out and he would only taint and hurt her.
The briefest flash of an image spread across his eyes of him leaning in covered in crimson blood over a figure, the beautiful girl lifeless and limp in his chest and ribs were wrenched apart exposing the pink flesh within while red blood poured down her milky ichigos hand lay her heart, his teeth clamping down on the Burgundy organ, eating and smeared across the remnants of his hollow mask on his face while his predetory black eyes stared soullessly at the girl.
The scene was simply horific, The vision of ichigo in his hollow form devouring the girls heart made his blood boil.
He wasn't certain but he was sure he saw his own hollow flinch in revulsion at the images.
I will not harm her my king, my instincts will not allow me too.
How can I trust a hollows word, let alone yours!
The inverted Ichigo looked deeply into his twins eyes, life and death staring the other eyes were eyes ichigo had only seen him wear when in battle.
Look deep within yourself, I am the manifesto of your instincts, your instinct is to protect her...there fore it is mine also.
Whether Ichigo believed him or not didn't matter, for now he knew that his hollow would not kill the girl, and a part of him, a very large part was too selfish to give her up. At least not yet. Making a promise to himself to only guard the girl until she recovered and then afterwards help Urahara find her a suitable home.
Then that would be it, he would cut ties with her from then on. until then however, he would allow himself to protect and guard the sleeping girl. He was fascinated by her.
Finally sleeping into a slumber Ichigo felt relieved at froming some stretegy, to protect her and find out her name.
As he fell further into sleep both himself and his hollow questioned:
What is her name...