Despair as the Root of All Evil

This is the sequel to The Darkness Within (hosted on AFF as well). It probably will not much make sense unless you read it first. However, if you are simply looking for porn, by all means, continue reading ;)

The main pairing is Grimmjow/Ichigo.


This Chapter:

Pairings: Szayel Aporro/Ichigo, Fraccion/Ichigo, mentions of Grimmjow/Ichigo, Rukia

Warnings: Non-con, disturbing imagery, disturbing Fraccion ala Szayel


Despair as the Root of All Evil:
Chapter One
by: Ryoko (Naraku‘s Dark Soul)

Ichigo’s first thought upon waking was that it had to be a dream. No way had he been overcome by Grimmjow, raped by the man using the very person he had tried to protect’s blood. No fucking way he was that weak. At least, that’s what he tried to tell himself. The cold stone against his cheek was a harsh reality he didn’t want to face. If he just pretended he was on the floor of his bedroom, just ignored the dull, throbbing pain in his ass, everything would be okay. Normal. Safe.

For a second, Ichigo almost believed it, falling for his self-delusion. It was the nearby sounding whimper that caused him to snap his eyes open and appreciate the reality of his situation. He lay sprawled on the unforgiving stone at Rukia’s feet, exactly where Grimmjow had left him. The torches around her had nearly run out of fuel, now casting only the faintest glow on her features. Besides her, there was no one else in the room, Grimmjow having long gone. Ichigo wondered how long he had been out, and why they hadn’t come for he and Rukia while he had been lying there defenseless.

Looking up at her, Ichigo could tell she was asleep. Her chest rose and fell with deep, shaking breaths, her small mouth pulled back into a grimace that suggested she was having a nightmare. Ichigo tried to sit up, but found he lacked the strength to do so. He reflected on what Grimmjow had said before, and figured the gas he had mentioned must still be affecting him. From the looks of things, Rukia had gotten a dose of it herself. He wondered, once again, how badly she was hurt. From his position on the floor, things didn’t look too good. This close to her, he could see the bruising in her lower legs and feet had gotten worse, turning her skin from sickly shades of yellow to something close to black.

The evidence of his shame on her legs and the wall was obvious, beading brilliantly white over discolored flesh. Ichigo closed his eyes, willing the disgusting image away, and sucked in a shuddering breath. He wasn’t sure he could deal with it at the moment. It was a fresh reminder of his weakness, his failure. Instead of saving her, he had only made things worse. He gritted his teeth and tried once more to sit up. If he couldn’t even save Rukia, who was right in front of him, how was he supposed to save Orihime?

Ichigo folded his arm under himself, and muscles straining, managed to pull himself half-way off the ground, his weight resting on his elbow. He panted from the sudden exertion, arm shaking, cold sweat beginning to bead on his forehead. He didn’t know what was in the aforementioned gas that affected him this much, but he wasn’t going to let it stop him. He had to get up. He had to rescue his friends. It was his job; he felt the pull of heroism down to the very core of his being.

After some intense exertion on his part, he finally managed to sit up. He paused, panting, strained muscles shaking, and waited to recover. Beside him, Rukia mumbled something in her sleep, sounding lost and forlorn. Ichigo grimaced as her voice trailed off, wanting nothing more than to help her. They had to get out of there, and to do that he first had to get up. Gritting his teeth, he reached out a hand to brace himself against the wall and tried to stand. He managed to get half-way there before collapsing to the floor again, the cold stone scraping his bare ass as he fell.

Ichigo reached for the wall again, muscles all but seizing up with the effort. However, before he could make another attempt at getting up, he heard a noise behind him. Ichigo froze, hand on the wall, and hated himself for yet another weak, animalistic reaction. He managed to turn his head and was greeted with the sight of an unfamiliar Arrancar leaning against the wall a short distance from Rukia. The man did not look like much, but Ichigo had not even heard him approach nor felt a trace of his reiatsu. The noise that had alerted him to the man’s presence was, in all likelihood, done on purpose. This was not a comforting thought at all, and Ichigo found himself unconsciously digging his nails into the wall.

This unknown Arrancar was silent as Ichigo glared at him. He tried in vain to lift himself up for the third time, and the pink-haired man smirked, uncrossing his arms and running a hand through his vibrant hair. “Oh-ho, still attempting the impossible, are we? None too smart, I must say,” the man quipped, chuckling as he took a step toward Ichigo. “If you are any example, we will have little difficulty subduing the rest of your unfortunate species.”

Ichigo’s mouth twitched, the newfound feeling of uselessness creeping across his mind, its claws digging in deep. Adrenaline coursing through his system, he decided to continue with his brave front. He had never been one to succumb to adversity, and did not plan on letting the horrifying experience Grimmjow had put him through alter his personality the way it had for Rukia. Yes. He would be an example for her recovery, at least. “Dunno where you get your information from asshole, but I’m not dead.”

“Ignorant as well as weak. My, but I suppose one could expect no less from such a low class breed. Of course you aren’t dead yet, dear, oblivious Shinigami. My gas has not completed its work.” The man chuckled again, the annoying sound magnified by the heavy atmosphere in the room. By his statement, Ichigo pegged the man as the Arrancar Grimmjow had spoken of earlier. Szayel Aporro, or something like that. It was hard to say as the name was a weird one.

Ichigo opened his mouth to reply, but was overtaken by a sudden coughing fit. Lungs burning, shuddering, from the force, he fell onto his side, one hand coming up in an attempt to stifle the noise. Regardless of the pain he was feeling, he did not want Rukia to wake up at the moment. Better she should sleep than have to witness his weakness and hear the insults of this Arrancar.

Finally, the fit subsided, and Ichigo groaned, his hand red with his own blood. As he stared at his sullied flesh, he began to wonder if Szayel Aporro was actually telling the truth. He still held out hope the man was simply screwing with his mind, but based on the way he was reacting…

“Ah, yes. Stage two. How terribly unfortunate for you. All too soon your body will begin to reject its own tissues. Of course, the starting point for such degeneration can be hard to predict, but with you it is obviously--”

“Shut up! I don’t give a shit what you say, I‘m not going to die from this,” Ichigo responded, cutting the Arrancar off. He tensed, ready for some kind of retribution, but was met only with the slightest of smirks from the other man.

“Impudent, ignorant, and weak, with an over-inflated ego and sense of bravado. It becomes increasingly apparent you possess no redeeming qualities whatsoever. But no matter. Orders are orders, after all.” Chuckling yet again--how Ichigo just wanted to punch the arrogant fuck’s face in--Szayel Aporro closed the distance between them, one foot pushing Ichigo onto his stomach. Aware of just how much danger of a repeat performance he was in, Ichigo strained his neck trying to keep the man in his sights as he struggled in vain to move. It was impossible to say for sure due to the glare on the Arrancar’s glasses, but Ichigo felt sure the other man was scrutinizing his abused ass.

“As expected of Grimmjow, sullied beyond usability.” The last was accompanied by a sigh, the man’s eyebrows creasing downward in the smallest of frowns as he walked around Ichigo‘s prone body to stand by his head. Ichigo paled as Szayel Aporro grabbed a handful of his hair and lifted his head up. “Not a particularly appealing countenance either, but I suppose it will have to do.” With a laugh, the Arrancar released him and stepped back, gaze turned the way he had come.

“I do not have all day,” he said, motioning to someone Ichigo could not see. Another agonizing feat of endurance later, Ichigo had his neck craned to see the newcomer. Eyes wide as he took in this newest threat to his health, Ichigo blanched. He could not think of anything more disgusting than what he was seeing now. Of all the Arrancar he had encountered, this one was by far the least human looking. Short, stumpy legs held up a squat, round body with long orangutan-like arms. No head was immediately apparent. What drew most of Ichigo’s attention was the…well, he hesitated to call it an erection, but supposed there was nothing else it could be. Either way, it was far too big for the body and made him uncomfortable in ways he did not want to begin to think about. Breath coming in harder now, he fought to move. There was no way he was letting that thing get close to him. Grimmjow had been bad enough. Ichigo managed to crawl all of two feet before he was stopped by a foot slamming down on his back. Body rocking under the impact, Ichigo spit blood onto the floor and was still.

“How fortunate for you that you will be the first to interact with my newest creation. Naturally, it is less than ideal I could not run this test in my laboratory, but one needs do what one must.” Ichigo paid no attention to the other man’s words, instead focusing on the sound of heavy steps and dragging fists nearing him. A cold sweat broke out as he felt huge hands encircle first one calf and then the other. The pressure from Szayel Aporro’s foot eased and he could feel himself being lifted from behind, but could do nothing to stop it. As soon as the thing’s hands touched him he felt much weaker, as if he had no reiatsu left at all. Ichigo knew this was impossible, but could not think of an explanation for his sudden weakness. Even the gas had not affected him like this.

The thing shifted behind him and Ichigo closed his eyes, willing it all to be a nightmare. Several seconds passed and he was almost sure he had succeeded, but too soon he was drawn from his escape by a hand fisting in his hair. He gritted his teeth, not wanting to open his eyes, but did anyway. In the end, he supposed it was better to face reality and deal with it than dream of something different. He held on to this conviction even as the pink-haired man’s expression tinged on the gleefully malignant, his eyes holding that crazed spark that Grimmjow’s had earlier.

Summoning all of his strength, Ichigo breathed deep and let loose with all he had, spitting into that smug face. “You are all fucking freaks and dumb ones at that if you think this’ll change me.” The hand in his hair tightened until Ichigo thought he would end up bald. Szayel Aporro sneered as he used Ichigo’s uniform to wipe his sullied cheek.

“I do so look forward to the day when Aizen-sama rids the world of you Shinigami vermin. Inelegant, unintelligent pests that you are.” Smirking, Szayel Aporro drew back, freeing his half-hard erection from his hakama. “I was simply going to observe, but it appears you need the extra lesson.” Pinching Ichigo’s nose, the Arrancar bumped his disgusting cock against his lips just as the thing behind him did the same. “I do hope you resist, dear Shinigami. Although I have no use for such a worthless specimen, I am certain you would make a fine meal for one of my Fraccion.”

Fraccion… Ichigo had heard the word before, although he could not place where. Whatever the case, it meant this Szayel Aporro had to be an Espada. With this realization, his hope of escape, of rescuing those most important to him, dwindled and he choked on the breath he had so dearly been trying to hold. Instantly, Szayel Aporro’s erection was in his mouth. Ichigo gagged at the intrusion and the Espada shoved it in further, until it bumped the back of his throat. It was all he could do to breathe as the man pulled out and shoved himself back inside. Breath wheezing around the large, unwanted object in his mouth, his scream was short lived when the Fraccion behind him made its move. The pain was so intense, he thought he might die. He had thought what Grimmjow did to him horrible, but he was wrong. This was so much worse. And, Ichigo reflected as the Fraccion made itself at home, bigger. There had to be a law against having a cock this size. It was unnatural. Through the blinding pain Ichigo could not find any room to protest.

Both Espada and Fraccion pumped in an out of his already abused body, sending him rocking from one to the other. Against his will, and in spite of the pain, Ichigo felt himself growing hard again, and hated himself all the more for it. He screwed his eyes shut. Was it possible? Was he really this despicable? A little voice in his mind whispered that yes, yes he was and Ichigo finally found the will to fight back. At Szayel’s next thrust, Ichigo bit down as hard as he could, teeth digging into and scraping sensitive flesh as the other man completed his motion.

“Ohhh, yes. Like that,” Szayel hissed, groaning and gripping Ichigo’s hair tighter. It was not the reaction he had expected. Ichigo felt helpless, his only weapon taken from him. But pleasurable for the other man or not, he refused to let go. If he was holding on, the Espada could not move. If he just resisted, maybe the other man would give up. He could make it through with at least his mouth intact.

A swift slap had his jaw loose and him realizing otherwise as Szayel Aporro resumed his thrusting. However, the pain in his cheek was nothing compared to the feeling of his insides being ripped to shreds by the thing behind him. The realization he could do nothing about Szayel Aporro, much less the man’s Fraccion, was the most painful of all.

With his attempt at resistance foiled, he had nothing to focus on and his arousal returned. Each punishing thrust only made it worse. He was acutely aware of it, and unable to stop the sounds escaping him each time one of his abusers thrust into him. Szayel Aporro’s laughter let Ichigo know he had noticed as well.

“Enjoying yourself, dear Shinigami? You should be. After all, he was personally tailored to fit your…physique,” Szayel breathed, his chuckle punctuated by his thrusting into Ichigo’s mouth.

Ichigo had no idea what the other man was talking about. All he knew was this was the worst moment of his life. He had never felt more helpless, or more aroused, than this. If he came now, allowing his enemies to take advantage of him for the second time, he would never be able to forgive himself. As Espada and Fraccion pounded into him, he forced his thoughts away from his situation. He thought of Ikkaku, Kon, anything to keep his mind off the present.

It almost worked. But then Szayel Aporro gasped and shuddered, coming hard. Jets of the disgusting stuff pumped into Ichigo’s mouth until he could hardly breathe. Szayel’s hand was on him a second later, forcing him to swallow around his cock. Shame burned through Ichigo’s veins as the stuff slid down his throat, as the Espada pulled out and wiped his dick all over Ichigo’s face. He kept his eyes closed, not wanting to see the other man’s expression. The cooling warmth both on his face and sliding down his throat was enough he never wanted to open them again.

The sounds that had been suppressed by Szayel Aporro now surged forth, Ichigo moaning every time the Fraccion thrust inside him. The thing moving inside him was so big, so thick, so warm, he could not help himself. As it picked up the pace, pounding into Ichigo with increasing force and speed, he knew he was lost. Ichigo had never figured himself for a masochist, but when Szayel slapped him again at his Fraccion’s next thrust, he came, sagging in his enemies’ grip. It did not take much longer for the thing to finish, and when it did Ichigo again thought he might die. He still felt full after it pulled out.

The intruding hands left his body and he slumped to the floor, utterly drained. He wasn’t sure if he could open his eyes if he wanted to, which he didn’t. If Ichigo had his way, he never would again. Even if it was possible to recover from what had just happened to him, he had forgotten all about Rukia while he was being violated. He was sure she was awake now--how could she sleep through the noises he had made?--and absolutely did not want to see her face. He was so weak, unable to save anyone. What could she, or anyone, possibly think of him now?