Bye Bye, Byakuya

I was going through my stories, and then I remembered this one.

And dear God O_O

So, he’s a rewrite that makes just a tad more sense, and is a bit longer. And isn’t spurred on by my parent hatred. As soon as you notice old bits from the fic, it’s spurred on by something else. If I ever feel the need to write this again and if you guess what one, I’ll answer whether you’re right or wrong.

Beware, it’s a tad more graphic.



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Byakuya kneels before Hisana’s shrine, eyes closed delicately in prayer. His work clothes are gone, instead of which silk bedclothes hang off his lithe body.

When he was done, he opened his eyes, expecting to see his former wife’s face, but instead, he saw the back of the frame, and he froze.

Hands were on his hips, fingertips slowly caressing his skin through the fabric.

“You…”

The Hollow grins and chuckles into Byakuya’s ear, his madness showing in his reiatsu.

“Who else, Bya-chan?”

The name is humiliating, but Byakuya doesn’t move. He doesn’t want Hisana to see this.

“If you want me, take me to the bedroom.”

“No. I want you here. The bedroom is getting old.”

The Hollow pulls away the robes, exposes his body to the shrine. And then, the teasing touches begin. First, the lithe fingers attack his chest, pinching the nubs there, his lips moving over his shoulders.

“I-Ichigo…”

Byakuya could feel the Hollow’s eyes narrow, and he found himself being forced against the shrine, gripping to the lowest shelf as his body is stripped of the clothes that gave him decency. He shivers, and then his eyes widen in horror as the picture is turned around once again, Hisana smiling down at him as the Hollow forces fingers into his mouth, and he’s forced to suck, tears beginning to well up in his eyes as he stares into the beautiful, loving face.

“You won’t speak of him. This is me. This is his violence, pent up. I am what he truly wants.”

Byakuya whimpers, and then starts as one perfect globe of his ass was slapped, the sound resounding and ringing in his ears, the sting making him bite down on the fingers gently. This gains him another slap, in the same place, and he lets out a soft cry, and the minimally wettened fingers withdraw from his mouth.

They plunge into his opening, and he shivers, his head dropping so he wouldn’t have to look at Hisana. This is excruciating.

Suddenly, he’s being whipped around, and his lover’s cock is in his face, nudging at his lips. He parts them, and it forces it’s way inside, the tip hitting the back of his throat as his mouth his brutally fucked raw, much to the Hollow’s glee.

The nobleman feels the phallus swell in his mouth after what feels like an eternity of having his throat abused as such, and he closes he eyes tight, expecting to feel the seed pouring down his throat against his will, but instead, it’s out of his throat, and he feels the warm, thick fluid spatter over his face and neck. He grimaces as he realizes it’s in his hair as well.

He knows, however, that the preparation wasn’t for nothing. He hates the fact that Hisana is watching, but he knows he has to.

He runs his tongue along the limp organ, restoring life to it, and he shivers as it rubs over his face, collecting the seed it had spurted over him. And soon, he was pressed against the door just next to the shrine, making Byakuya’s eyes widen.

The fingers are inside him again, making him tremble and whimper gently as they plunder his insides, twisting and manipulating the tiny bud within him.

“You’re beautiful.”

Byakuya’s eyes widen as the cock pushed in, the fingers not even retreating, only serving to pull him apart wider. Serving to break him apart.

He knew how much his screams turned on the Hollow, but he couldn’t help himself. Not this time.

He groans, evidently reveling in the loud, high-pitched cries of pain and distorted pleasure.

The Kuchiki sobs, gripping to the edge of the shrine as if it was his last shred of sanity. In many ways, it was.

“So… uhgn… beautiful…”

Stop hurting him! Ichigo pleads. Stop it, you’re killing him!

“Stunning. Shame we aren’t good enough for you, huh, Shinigami?” The crazed voice is tinged with malice, eyes showing crazed hatred.

“You like it… you like your wife watching. Doncha, whore? He can see too…”

The Kuchiki shivered and whimper delicately in pain and pleasure, the two mixing together to create something that makes his stomach turn horribly.

The Hollow evidently doesn’t like the shred of pleasure.

His legs are pushed further and further apart until both of them feel their dislocation, the snap and then screech from the nobleman indicating what he’d done. He grinned, happy with the results.

“You’re beautiful… so, so beautiful…”

He pulls the knife from his hakama, and still thrusting, carves a cruel, jagged heart-shape in his chest. He slashes it down the middle, and his fingers dig under the skin, ripping away one half of the heart.

“Bye, bye, Byakuya.”

Ichigo collapses into sobs on Byakuya’s scream-heaving chest, crying salty apologies onto the wound.

And the Hollow finishes himself off in Ichigo’s inner world.

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A/N: It’s a bit more violent than the last one… Oops. Ahh, well. Do tell if you enjoyed it.