Pain

Kira skidded to a halt mid-air, his hand dropping to Wabisuke's hilt as he scanned all around him for the source of the disturbance in his patrol. The nearby burst of reiatsu was familiar, in a twisted way, but Kira couldn't think of anyone he knew with such a dark, tainted feel to their soul. Even Ichimaru never felt like this. Pinpointing the source to a rooftop below him, he dropped down to that level and cautiously surveyed the area.

"Yo."

Kira drew Wabisuke as he spun round to face the speaker. He blushed as he saw the unmistakeable orange hair and massive sword of the figure leaning against the chain link fence that surrounded the rooftop. "Kurosaki-san, you startled me," Kira admonished, sheathing Wabisuke. "What are you doing here anyway? I thought you only patrolled at weekends now."

"Who said I was patrolling, blondie?" No, Kira realised, this wasn't Kurosaki, despite its appearance. Kurosaki never spoke in such a cold, mocking manner, as if he were only amusing himself to pass the time before he tore your throat out. He reached for Wabisuke again, only for a pale hand to seize his wrist before he could touch the hilt. A second hand closed around his throat, hard enough for him to understand the implicit threat but not enough to shut off his breathing just yet. "I never said that. Nor, Shinigami, did I say I was Kurosaki."

"If you're not Kurosaki-san, then who exactly are you?" Kira knew better than to struggle when caught like this, knew how easily this imposter could do anything from stopping his breathing to ripping his throat out with a single tear. He'd seen and felt it done in the past, and not just by or to enemies on the battlefield.

"I'm everything he's not. His anger, his hate, even his fear. All the things he locks away and refuses to acknowledge for fear they'll make him weak or unworthy. As if he needs the approval of those high and mighty Shinigami," the creature spat, sneering at Kira. "If he worked with me, instead of locking me away all the time, we could beat any of those bastards who tried to fuck with us."

Black spots danced in front of Kira's eyes as the imposter's fingers tightened on his throat. Desperately he scratched at the arm with his free hand, trying to gain purchase so he could pry the choking hand away. The creature sneered as it loosened its grip. "Pathetic fucker. Can't even take a bit of pressure. I should kill you right now, rid the world of your weakness before it can infect anyone else."

"You wouldn't dare," Kira gasped, "they'd hunt you down and kill you. Like you said, Kurosaki won't work with you so you can't beat everyone who might oppose you." It would be tricky, but if he got it just right, he'd be able to draw Wabisuke with his left hand.

"They'd never know it was me. My presence here would be taken as the King coming to help you once he sensed you were in trouble, but arriving too late to save you," it gloated, its grip tightening again. Its eyes narrowed as it saw Kira's left hand moving towards Wabisuke, and it released his throat and grabbed the zanpakuto by its sheath, pulling it from his sash and throwing it across the rooftop. "That was a stupid thing to do, Shinigami. Here I was thinking you'd actually behave."

"I don't surrender to monsters," Kira snapped, twisting his wrist from the creature's grip. "From what you said, I'm guessing that you're some sort of inner Hollow."

"You're smarter than you look, blondie. I might not kill you after all," the Hollow said as it lunged at Kira. It was fast, far faster than Kira remembered Kurosaki being outside of bankai, and he was knocked back by the blow.

He tried to shunpo away, to get to where Wabisuke was stuck in the fence, but the Hollow was faster still. Kira noticed for the first time that its eyes were black with golden irises, and the amused boredom in them shocked him into reacting too slowly to block the blow that knocked him back and into the stairwell wall. This Hollow wasn't motivated by hunger or emptiness or loyalty like the ones Kira had fought and killed in the past. It was bored, and he was its new plaything until it got bored or he overcame it.

"Now you get it. I was starting to wonder if there was any intelligence amongst the Lieutenants of the Gotei Thirteen," it said, pinning him to the wall with a strong arm across his throat. Kira shivered as the monster slipped a pale hand under his kimono, trailing it down his chest, stopping just above his waistline. "Ah, I wouldn't do that if I were you," it scolded, shifting its leg to pin the knee that Kira had been about to drive into its groin.

"Get your filthy hands off me," Kira ordered. He wasn't going to let this creature do what it wanted. If it was a part of Kurosaki Ichigo or a separate being from the young substitute, he didn't know or care. Kira wasn't anyone's plaything, not any more.

"And if I don't?"

"Hadou no sanjyuuichi: Shakkahou," Kira said quietly. The red blast burst against the Hollow's chest, splashing back onto Kira as well due to the close range, but all the creature did was laugh and sneer.

"That was bold, Shinigami." The Hollow's free hand slipped inside Kira's hakama as it spoke, tracing a path to his balls. "S'good to see these aren't just for show." Kira gasped as the Hollow squeezed roughly, the pain quickly turning into pleasure, to his disgust.

"I said, get off!" Kira smiled coldly, bringing his hands up to press against the Hollow's chest. "Hadou no gojyuuyon: Haien," he whispered. The purple energy blast flew from his palm, forcing the Hollow to move away from him in order to dodge the high level kidou. "Bakudo no rokujyuuni: Hyapporankan." A golden rod formed in his hand, and he threw it into the air where it split into numerous others that rained down on the Hollow, following it as he spun and ducked in an attempt to escape, eventually pinning it to the roof. "Bakudo no sanjyuu: Shitotsu Sansen." Three beams of light shot out of Kira's palm and formed a perfect triangle that pinned the Hollow even more securely to the concrete.

"Che, wasn't expecting that," the Hollow hissed, arching up to test the strength of its bonds. "Should've known that not all Lieutenants would be as fucking useless at kidou as Red is."

"I meant what I said, Hollow. Don't attempt to break those spells and I won't kill you before Urahara-san arrives to take you to where you can be contained until your fate is decided." Kira reached for the communicator inside his kimono, intending on calling Urahara, only to find nothing there. "I see."

"You want it, you have to find it," the Hollow cackled, thrusting its hips into the air. "You might even enjoy yourself looking for it."

"You're disgusting." Kira wouldn't take the bait. There were other ways to contact a Shinigami. Pulling a marker pen from his sleeve, Kira began the preparations for a tracking kidou. "Heart of the south, eye of the north, finger of the west, foot of the east, arrive with the wind and depart with the rain. Hadou no gojyuuhachi: Kakushitsuijaku." Numbers flashed in the circle as Kira thought solely of Urahara's reiatsu. When the numbers stopped, Kira smiled and used the same pen to inscribe several lines on his arm. "I was in Fourth Division once, Hollow. You learn to improvise there, especially when Eleventh makes it difficult for you to do your job properly. No Fourth Divisioner ever goes anywhere without at least two ways to contact someone that may be able to assist them." Kira smiled and placed the pen back in his sleeve, which was now rolled up to reveal black marks all over his lower arms. "Black and white net. Twenty-two bridges, sixty-six crowns and belts. Footprints, dist-"

The Hollow's hand covered Kira's mouth as it settled over his back, wrapping its other arm around Kira's waist. "Did you really think that would hold me, Shinigami? King couldn't be held with kidou when he was an ordinary human. He's only gotten stronger since then, and therefore so have I. It would take a Shinigami far stronger than you to hold me with kidou, especially if you're going to skip the incantations like that. It was a good try though. Most Shinigami wouldn't even have gotten that far in restraining me."

The Hollow's weight pressed onto Kira, preventing him from standing up, forcing him to stay kneeling and vulnerable. Its hand played with the knot of his obi, and the hand over his mouth forced him to look up and meet its eyes. "I should kill you for that. Last time I was subdued by anyone other than King it took seven of them to do it. For you to bind me on your own, even for a few seconds, makes you a threat. I don't like threats. Maybe if you give me a good enough reason, I'll let you live."

Kira shivered, remembering another time, a slimmer body leaning its greater weight on his kneeling form, another hand cruelly gripping his chin and longer, thinner fingers digging harshly into his cheeks as red eyes slowly opened to give him a rare glimpse of the monster within the man. A slap to the cheek brought him blinking back to the present, and he realised that the Hollow was no longer holding onto his chin and sneering.

"I have an idea of what made you space out like that, and I ain't him. I ain't nothing like him." Kira tried to protest but the Hollow's glare silenced him. "I ain't gonna kill you, 'cause King has this thing about protecting his friends, and since you two are fucking I think you're more than just in that category. You're fucked up though, and even I can tell that you ain't getting everything you want out of King. He's too fucking gentle, too kind compared to what you're used to, isn't he? He won't throw you down and fuck you into the mattress, can't beat you and choke you and leave you bloody and bruised and limping and completely satisfied. He'd never dream of insulting you, degrading you, calling you every filthy, humiliating name you can think of as he forces you to lick your own cum from the floor."

Its hand cupped Kira's arousal through his hakama, tracing the head roughly with its thumb. "You've been hard since I fucking choked you earlier. I could have killed you before you knew what was happening and a part of you still wanted me to fuck you, conditioned by that bastard to associate pain with pleasure. Say the word and I'll stop, at any time."

Kira nodded slowly, his mind slowly processing the Hollow's words. How this creature knew the details of what he'd been doing with Kurosaki Ichigo, a relationship started by a chance encounter in the hit springs in Urahara's training area, he didn't know or even care at this point. If he wasn't going to be killed or mutilated, and if this creature wouldn't go so far as to risk Ichigo's anger, then he could trust it for now.

"You're going to stop going to those whores though. You continue going there and risking catching something you could pass onto King and I will kill you. Understood, fucker?" The Hollow was sneering again, and its fingers dug into his sac when he didn't answer. "Understood?"

"Y...yes," Kira gasped, back arching as those same fingers roughly stroked his erection in reward. "No more whores."

"Good slut," the Hollow crooned, pulling Kira's head back by his hair. "It's a pity I don't have much time to play with you tonight. I wanted to make you scream my name so hard you forgot your own. Hands behind your back, and no yapping."

Kira bit his lip as the Hollow used his own obi to tie his arms behind his back, each hand touching the opposite elbow, with no give in the tough fabric. He grasped the end that the Hollow shoved into his right hand, taking it as reassurance that he could free himself whenever he wished to.

"Are you stupid, whore?" Kira blinked, realising that the Hollow was now standing directly in front of him. "Do I have to fucking spell everything out for you, retard, or do you want me to just take your worthless ass completely dry?"

Kira whimpered at the image, remembering past times when he'd displeased his former lover enough to earn that punishment, and raised himself up to take the knot of the Hollow's obi in his teeth. Undoing it was a simple matter, his tongue and teeth working swiftly to release the erection trapped beneath the Hollow's hakama.

"Good slut," the Hollow purred, how Kira didn't know, given that humans didn't generally make that sort of noise, as he ran his tongue down the length of its cock. The hand in his hair tightened as he took its entire length into his mouth. "Bite and I'll tear your worthless head off and fuck your neck," was the only warning he got before the Hollow held his head still and began to fuck his mouth. "Damn, your mouth's tight. King's not fucked you like this yet, has he? Hasn't got the guts to use you the way you want to be used, like the pain slut you are. Maybe I'll teach him how to manage you, how to make you scream. I might even convince him to let me out to play at the same time as him. How'd you like that, whore? Having both of us fucking you at the same time, pounding into you from both ends, using you and discarding you afterwards like the trash you are. Look at you. You're choking on my cock and still you get harder with every word that comes out of my mouth. You're pathetic."

Kira whined around the cock in his mouth, wanting the Hollow to get to what they both wanted. It sneered and pushed him off its cock, pulling him to his feet by his hair. He stumbled slightly, his feet numb from kneeling for so long, and so was off balance when the Hollow backhanded him across the face, sending him flying into the chainlink fence.

"Stupid fucking whore. Did I say you could make a noise? Did I?" The Hollow punched him below the ribs, driving his breath out of him, and then pressed him into the fence with his its across Kira's neck. "I'm sure I didn't. Don't forget, trash, that I could kill you without even thinking about it. One little twist of my arm and your neck will snap like the brittle twig it resembles. That would really fuck your day up, Shinigami."

Kira nodded fervently, his chin butting against the constricting arm. Just as he was on the verge of blacking out, the arm retreated and he could breath again. "You black out and I'll fuck your unconscious body, slut."

Kira twisted his hands as much as he could to grip onto the fence for support as the Hollow tore down his hakama and kicked his legs apart viciously. Strong fingers dug into his hips as he was penetrated with torturous slowness.

"You're tighter than I thought you'd be, slut. Guess you're not as big a cheating whore as I thought. Does it hurt?" Kira nodded, his eyes fluttering as he bit his lip to suppress the scream that was fighting to escape. He hadn't been taken without lube since before the ryoka incident, nearly two years ago now. "Good. Trash like you deserves it. You agree, don't you filth? Speak up."

"Y...yes..." Kira gasped, nearly biting his tongue as the Hollow thrust inside him. "P...please... let me come."

"Hold it, you filthy whore. If I'd realised you were this useless I'd have brought some toys with me as well. Maybe you'd be more fun then." The Hollow leaned in to whisper in Kira's ear. "You don't get to come until I do, slut. And only if I say you can. You don't want to disobey me on this." This time Kira did scream, as inhumanly sharp teeth bit into the juncture between his shoulder and neck. Bloody lips connected with his, and a trickle of copper-tasting blood flowed into his mouth from the connection. "That's just a taste of what I can do to you, slut."

The Hollow growled against Kira's neck, and its fingers dug further into his hips. "Fuck. King's waking up. I can't fucking stay here if he's awake. Bastard's always had the worst fucking timing." The Hollow kissed Kira roughly with bloody lips. "I'll be back for you, slut. Maybe not tonight, but I will be fucking back. Don't fuck me about next time."

With that he vanished, leaving Kira to collapse to the floor, his shaking legs unable to support his weight. He was bloody and aching, would be covered in bruises come the morning, and he couldn't care less. He felt alive, free, and no one could take this away from him. He'd be able to move soon enough as well, hopefully before Shuuhei got concerned and came looking for him. He didn't think he could explain this to his friend, didn't want to either. Shuuhei wouldn't understand. Kira smiled as his eyes closed. He looked forward to his next encounter with Ichigo's Hollow side.