A Heart Stripped Bare

“Here you go Hana. I brought you some soup,” I said as I sat down on the side of the bed. “It’s good for you. Make sure to eat it all up.”



Hanataro didn’t reply. He didn’t respond at all. He just sat there on the bed, staring blankly into space. It had been 2 months since Byakuya had raped Hana, and he had yet to recover. He never spoke, never moved, never did anything.



The day after it had happened, I called Renji and Renji had called the cops. Byakuya had been arrested, and sentenced to jail for 50 years on charges of rape, sexual harassment, sexual assault, conspiracy to commit rape, and child molesting. I didn’t want to attend the trial, because it meant leaving Hana alone. But it had been worth it to see the look on that bastard’s face when the jury announced their verdict. Priceless.



“Here. Open your mouth so you can eat the soup,” I said. “Cone on now.”



Hana barely moved, but his mouth opened slightly. I slipped in the spoon and he swallowed. That was the most movement he ever made nowadays. I got another spoonful of soup and fed it to him, repeating the process until the bowl was empty. I put it on the bedside table and resettled next to Hana. I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head on his shoulder.



“Oh Hana,” I whispered. “Seeing you like this hurts so much. I love you more than anything. I just wish I knew how to make you feel better.”



Hanataro only blinked. It was as if I hadn’t said a word. He was empty now, nothing but a shell. It was heartbreaking to watch him. But what could I do? Nothing I said or did made any difference, got no response. The person I loved more than my own life needed help, and I couldn’t do a thing.



Damn Byakuya. 50 years in prison wasn’t nearly long enough.



“Ichi… go?”



I froze, completely shocked. Did Hana just speak?! I looked at him, unable to believe my ears. He was looking right back at me. His eyes were full of tears, but they had lost that glassy look they had had or the past 2 months. My heart began to pound.



“Ichigo. It hurts, Ichigo,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Make it stop hurting. Please make it stop. Please Ichigo.”



“Hana. Oh Hanataro,” I breathed. “You’re speaking again. You’re finally getting better. Oh Hana, I missed you so much.”



“Please help, Ichigo.”



“Of course.”



The days past, and with each one, Hanataro got a little bit better. He spoke more often and began to smile again. A month later, he was finally back to normal. We both went back to school, and I got a job in a restaurant, having quit the strip club long ago. I also moved into Renji’s place, since Hana’s parents would let me stay anymore now that he was better.



“Hey Ichigo?” Hana said one day, during an intense make-out session. “Can I ask you for a favor?”



“Sure, anything,” I said. “What is it?”



Hana blushed heavily, looking at everything but me. He grinned sheepishly as he put his arms around my neck.



“I was wondering if… if we could… you know.”



“Are you sure? Do you really want to? We don’t have to do it if you’re not up for it.”



“I’m sure. I want this. I really do,” Hanataro said firmly.



I smiled and leaned forward as he leaned up. I sighed as our lips met, my tongue sliding into his mouth. We both moaned as our tongues moved against each other. I bit lightly at his bottom lip, before kissing along his jaw and neck. He tugged at my shirt, pulling it over my head and tossing it away. He then took off his own shirt before clamping his mouth over mine again. I laid Hana out on the bed, kissing him madly.



I felt him tug on my belt and I grinned. I quickly unbuckled it and took off my pants, leaving my boxers. Hana’s eyes locked onto the bulge between my legs and blushed again, licking his lips. He put his hand down my boxers and took hold of my erection. He squeezed slightly and I shivered in pleasure. His hand there felt so good.



“Oh Hana,” I moaned. “This feels wonderful.”



He grinned at me and yanked my boxers off. He then took off his own pants and boxers, laying back for me to enjoy the view. And enjoy it I did. Hanataro was beautiful. I drank in the sight of the creamy skin, from his lovely brown eyes, his lightly toned chest and stomach, down to his taut erection.



I could feel myself blushing as I gazed at him. I slid 3 of my fingers into his mouth. He sucked hard, knowing what was coming and wanting it as much as I did. I palmed his erection and rubbed it gently. Hana moaned in delight, his face flushed with excitement.



I took my fingers out of his mouth and trailed them down his torso. He shivered as I followed my fingers with my lips and tongue. I reached his entrance and, as slowly as I could, slid one of my fingers inside. Hana gasped and his body jerked. I paused and glanced up worriedly.



“It’s ok. I’m fine,” he assured me. “I was just startled, that’s all. Go ahead. Really, I’m fine.”



I didn’t believe that he was fine for one minute. But I didn’t want to argue the point and end up upsetting him. I carefully moved my finger in and out, then adding the other 2. After a while, I pulled out my fingers and positioned myself.



“Are you positive you want this?” I asked him one last time. “Are you totally sure? We don’t have to do this you know.”



“I’m telling you, I’m fine,” Hana said, looking annoyed. “Just do it already.”



I sighed in defeat. Hanataro had always been shy and timid, but he could be surprisingly stubborn when he put his mind to it. I took a deep breath, and slowly sheathed myself in him. I thrusted carefully, so as not to hurt him. But he froze completely and I could clearly see fear in his eyes. I groaned and pulled out. Hana began to cry.



“I’m sorry Ichigo,” he said between sobs. “I tried to be brave for you. But… I just…”



“It’s alright Hana. I understand,” I said soothingly. I pulled him into a hug, rubbing his back until his tears slowed. “Listen Hana. I have an idea. Why don’t you be on top?”



“Me? On top? Do you really mean it?” he asked incredulously.



“Of course. I don’t mind. I just want you to be happy. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”



Hanataro’s face lit up and he kissed me, long and deep. I turned and laid on my back, pulling Hana so he was on top of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, moving his hips into place. He hesitated, then pushed his cock into me. I moaned, arching my back and tightening my hold. He pulled out slightly then pushed back in.



Hana soon grew more confident as he thrusted. He reached down and stroked me in time with his hips. I moaned out his name over and over. I couldn’t see straight, couldn’t think. My head was reeling from desire. Hanataro was smaller than I was used to, but it didn’t matter.



Nothing mattered. Nothing except the warm body pressing against mine. The fingers that tangled themselves in bright orange locks. The hot mouth that kissed me all over. And the cock inside me, thrusting in and out, hitting my prostate each time. Every caress sent bolts of pleasure shooting up and down my spine.



“Hana. Oh my god, Hana,” I moaned. “This is heaven. Hana!”



“Ichigo. This feels so good,” he whispered, burying his face in the crook of my neck. “I- I think I’m… Ichigo!!”



Hanataro climaxed, spilling himself into me. The short fingernails digging into my skin, the warm breath on my neck, and the heat spreading inside me sent me over the edge. I came harder that I ever had before, shouting Hana’s name as my seed squirted over his chest. He collapsed on top of me and we laid there for a while, breathless and enjoying the sex-induced high. All too soon Hana pulled out and snuggled next to me.



“That was amazing Ichigo,” he said dreamily. “I didn’t know it was possible to feel that good.”



“Neither did I. I’ve never experienced anything like that before.”



We cuddled close together. Both of us exhausted, and both of us feeling better than we had ever felt before.



“Ichigo?”



“Yeah Hana?”



“I love you. So much,” he whispered.



“I love you too Hana. More than anything else in the world,” I murmured, as we slowly drifted off to sleep.



The end.