Crush: Uke Ichigo Collection

Pairing: Chad x Ichigo Sado x Ichigo

Summary: Multiple personalities. The difference between Chad and Sado. Evil!Sado has a crush on Ichigo, but good!Chad has control and tries to keep it that way. However when Chad arrives in Hueco Mundo, his hollow instincts take over.

Beta’d by KitsuneKiri- thanks!

Author’s note: It has been show many times in both the anime and manga that Chado’s abilities resembles that of a hollow, not a Shinigami or Quincy, and that his power increased when he went to Hueco Mundo. For a while Chado had just the ability in his right arm to defend, but when he went to Hueco Mundo he gained the ability to attack with his left arm. Therefore I have concluded that Chado, despite his usual gentle nature, still has the will to hurt someone, however deeply buried within himself.

Review Replies- ShadowofLight: I did kind of make Aizen wait a little longer than other semes for sex, didn’t I? My excuse is that he is more patient.
Satterb: Thanks! Even when he’s a good guy, he certainly demands a level of respect.
Lynzee: I will write another IkkakuxIchigo, but not right away. I have a few others planned first!
Tiramisu: Thank you, I really enjoy writing Aizen.
Nusku: *hands tissue for nose bleed*
Sakura: Ah, sorry the next one isn’t going to be Kensei. The next few chapters are planned out with different semes but I promise that I will write another KenseixIchigo.
MasterAkira: Yumichika is one of my planned semes, I just need to think up a workable smexy scenario for them.
Yakumo: Thanks, I hope none of the sex scenes are getting old.
Yellow: lol, thank you! I’ll keep trying.

The usual warnings, all consensual sex.

Chad vs. Sado

When I was younger, fighting and hurting others was second nature to me. It was only when my Abuelo, my grandfather, taught me to control my violent streak that I was able to curb that dark part of myself. But the desire for violence never disappeared completely, which is why I forced myself to not even allow myself to fight back when I was attacked for fear of letting the beast inside of me out.

For years I didn’t have a problem, but then I moved to Karakura town and met Ichigo Kurosaki. This brazen, orange haired teen that fought like a hellion against six larger men. My immediate thought was that he was beautiful, but I squashed that strange notion down immediately. But I still couldn’t help but feel something inside me stir when he called me Chad despite my insistence that I was Sado. There was a difference. Later I decided that these two separate parts of my soul deserve different names and no way in hell was I going to let him get the name Ichigo gave us.

I started to slip. Nothing really noticeable at first. Promising each other that we would fight on each other’s behalf. I convinced myself that I wasn’t fighting for myself, I was protecting Ichigo. And that was alright, wasn’t it? Then came the hollows. Their existence didn’t come as a surprise to me, and neither did Ichigo’s dealings with them. It made sense to me that they would want to eat someone as delicious as Ichigo. Another thought I tried to bury.

I told myself that destroying hollows wasn’t a bad thing. They were going to devour souls and kill people and therefore deserved to die. It had nothing to do with the desire inside of me for violence, it was just the right thing to do.

It didn’t take long for Ichigo to catch on to my feelings for him, I didn’t make any effort to hide it. When I finally told him outright that I liked him that way he turned a bright red and looked at his feet, toeing the ground while muttering under his breath. I smiled and drew him close to me, ignoring his half-hearted protest in favor of crushing our mouths together. It was a first kiss for the both of us and it was more of a fumbling of lips together and the clank of teeth, but I enjoyed it and his small smile told me he did as well.

I lost control during our first coupling, I am embarrassed to say. I was trying so hard to be gentle with him, preparing him slowly while drinking in the sight of his quivering body and flushed cheeks. When I entered him, with his shivering arms clinging to me desperately and his tight heat surrounding me, all thought of being careful flew from my head. He took over in a single moment and penetrated him in a single thrust, reveling in the pleasure that immediately soured to guilt when he sobbed out and started whimpering.

I murmured loving excuses and reassurances in his ear while I tried to calm him down. Eventually his cries died down and he, the other me, coiled inside of me once more, like a snake preparing to strike. We must have driven Ichigo half mad as Sado and I alternately thrust slowly and then hard enough that the bed hit the wall and made cracks in it. But I made sure Ichigo was satisfied, albeit sore and wincing. He didn’t say anything about my actions and instead cuddled against me and fell asleep instantly.

I am so very selfish. Even though I know he could come out at anytime, I cannot stay away from Ichigo. Beautiful, sweet, strong Ichigo. He is lying beside me now on my bed, sleeping soundly from our vigorous activities hours before. Mumbling something incoherently as a light breeze comes in through the window, he, unconciously, shifted closer to me for warmth. In the darkness I allowed myself to smile. Despite knowing I could hurt him badly, I will not separate myself from him even if it keeps him safe.

I finally confessed to the shop keeper, Urahara Kisuke, about my little problem to see if he could help me in anyway. He didn’t know, and he didn’t seem to be very concerned about it either. Perhaps because he dealt with vizard and arrancar before and didn’t consider my issue anywhere near the same level. But to me, mine was infinitely worse. Because it wasn’t a hollow lurking inside of me, but a darker set of desires that only seemed to be activated by my hollow powers, not caused by it.

But he should have been wary, and he should have stopped me from going to Hueco Mundo with Ishida and my Ichigo, because I could no longer stop myself.

As soon as we entered Hueco Mundo I felt the change, my hollow powers urging my darker desires to come forth and push away my morals and ethics. The Quincy stood in front of me saying something to Ichigo and I quickly dispatched him with a sharp blow to the back of the head. My beloved jerked around sharply, staring at me and Ishida’s unconscious form in surprise.

“Chad?” He asked uncertainly.

“It’s Sado.”

Ichigo recoiled from me, his eyes darting to the Quincy’s body and then back to me. “Did you do that to Ishida?”

“Mm.” I murmured my assent and stepped towards him. I know my reiatsu was giving on dark vibes now, but Ichigo would never draw his sword against me.

“Ch-Chad…” He stuttered, backing up. “What’s wrong with you?” His back hit the wall and he flinched as I stepped towards him and ran my fingers up his trembling arms. “Stop Chad!” He raised his hands to try and push at my chest but I didn’t budge, instead curling my hands over his delicate wrists and stepping closer against him until my face was mere inches away from his as I leaned down.

“My name is Sado.”

He flinched as though I had physically hurt him and started up at me. “You’re the one that’s been…taking over when we’re…?” He trailed off with a hot blush.

Mm. I didn’t think he knew about that. “Yes. When I was fucking you into the mattress.” Ichigo shivered and I cocked my head to the side, allowing a pleased smirk to form on my face. “Do you like it when I say fuck?” He shivered again but shook his head in denial. “I think you do. What do you need a good boy like Chad for when you have me?” I whispered into his ear huskily and nibbled on his neck.

“Wa…wait.” He murmured and tried to shift away from me. “We can’t do this here. We need to save Orihime.”

“Mm.” I murmured, not moving away and instead tracing patterns against his skin with my tongue.

“I’m serious Chad- Sado.”

“This won’t take long.”

“But Orihime, and Ishida!”

“A weakling like Ishida is of no interest to the hollows that lurk here.”

“But…” He didn’t say any more, obviously running out of excuses. “You aren’t Chad.”

“How astute of you.”

He scowled at that. “I love Chad.”

“We are the same person.”

“But you said…”

“I am simply a darker part of our personality, that’s all.” He was almost there he just needed a little bit more convincing. “I love you.”

And that was it, he was trembling against me and allowing me to lead him into an empty room before slamming him against the nearest wall and ripping his clothes off of him. Ichigo didn’t look surprised at my intensity, but he did look a little uncertain. But I ignored that. It had been a long time since I was allowed total control and I wasn’t going to waste it because our mate was nervous.

I used our discarded clothing as makeshift blanket for him against the hard floor as I laid him down. He squirmed and blushed like it was his first time, and in a way it was his first time with me at least. Unlike my counterpart who had a very romantic notion of sex, I wasn’t easy on Ichigo. If he could handle nearly being cut in half by a sword than he could handle me fucking him in the ass without lube or preparation. However, Chad’s concern over Ichigo’s well being prevailed for a moment over my lust as our lover let out a keening wail, digging his nails into my shoulder and tensing.

“Sh…Ichigo…It will be okay.” Ichigo nodded, recognizing our different speech patterns. But that was all the time that Chad got before I was moving within him once more. It was fast and violent and everything that I was. Ichigo quickly learned not to fight against the sensation, but rode it out as he clung to me with my large hands keeping him from being pushed across the floor with each of my hard thrusts.

He came first, his jizz spurting in between our bodies and covering his chest in the sticky white fluid. One look at his pleasured expression, eyes half-lidded and mouth parted in ecstasy, a sense of euphoria washed over me. This Shinigami was ours and ours alone. He matched us perfectly. With that happy, non-violent thought I wrapped my arms around him and cried out his name with an exclamation of love.

As we both came down from our high I pressed quick, needy kisses all over his face and neck, clutching his spent body to me as though afraid he would escape.

“Chad?” He asked uncertainly.

“Mm…No, not Chad…. Chado.”

The truth hurts more than lies ever could. There is no Chad or Sado, there is only me. We were whole again, one. And the frightening thought is that I don’t know if Sado or Chad ever existed in the first place.

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WoOt! Chado will prevail!