Submission

I started writing this months ago and sort of ran out of steam, but now that Mr. Tite is actually doing something with the Vaizards again, I found myself inspired.

Just to note, this story is NOT in the same verse as Game Play. In here, Shinji will be quite a bit nastier, and will expect a lot more from Ichigo.

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Ichigo was face down on the filthy floor of the warehouse the Vaizard were using as a makeshift base, completely naked, Hirako pinning his wrists above his head and fucking him. The teen was panting harshly, trying to conserve his energy for the next time he tried to buck Shinji off of him. His throat was scratchy from yelling, and his limbs ached from his struggles.

“You perv—”

“You honestly think this is about attraction?” Hirako cut him off snidely, thrusting smoothly into the boy beneath him. “God, you’re a slow learner. But I guess I shouldn’t have expected any better, coming from you.”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” Ichigo demanded.

“It means,” Shinji said, punctuated by a particularly sharp thrust, “that this is about power.”

“Power,” Ichigo tried to say flatly, but Shinji nailed his prostate at that exact moment and, embarrassingly, it came out as a gasp.

“Humans let so much get in the way of their true natures, Ichigo.”

Ichigo growled; Shinji didn’t sound the slightest bit winded and now it seemed like he was actually about to fucking lecture him. It wouldn’t be so bad, Ichigo thought, if his body wasn’t betraying him.

Hirako had made sure he’d gotten hard, even though there was still a lot of pain involved. Ichigo tried not to think about the way the blonde had touched him, clinical and cold, because it sickened him and turned him on at the same time, to remember the look in those calculating eyes.

“Pride, Ichigo,” Shinji said as though he were answering a question. “Humans carry so much pride with them.”

Ichigo grit his teeth. Shinji was going to get to his point in time, all Ichigo had to do was ride it out, let the bastard get his sick fucking kicks—

“Are you listening to me, Ichigo?”

Ichigo gasped for breath when Hirako paused, grateful for the respite. When it seemed like he was waiting for an answer, Ichigo snapped, “Is there a point to all of this?”

Ichigo almost regretted it when Hirako picked up fucking him even harder than before.

“You know, it’s really quite generous of us to offer to teach you how to suppress your hollow.”

Ichigo rolled his eyes and tried to ignore the feeling of being rubbed raw. Not that whole thing again. Ichigo wished Shinji would just let that go already.

“You don’t say.”

And that was really how this whole thing had started, Ichigo thought bitterly. It had been a normal day. He’d gone to school, punched Keigo, stared out the window during math, had lunch, argued with Ishida… then he’d gone to the warehouse to meet with the other Vaizards.

Nothing out of the ordinary. He’d argued with Hirako, but they always argued. But then Hirako’s eyes had narrowed and the others scattered, leaving the two of them alone…

And then Ichigo hadn’t even known what hit him. But he’d been knocked to the ground with the force of an incredible reiatsu and before he could even think about trying to get back up, he had found himself pinned.

What was most infuriating is that Ichigo hadn’t deviated from the track of their normal bickering. It was like he had insulted the man’s mother or something.

“Though you walk in this world, you’ll never be human,” Shinji said. His voice was maddeningly composed. “And though you walk through Soul Society, they will eventually turn on you.”

Ichigo had several arguments against what Shinji was claiming, but he couldn’t wrap his brains around the words so he instead settled on a garbled shout of “Liar!”

That made Hirako stop again. He was quiet and still for a long moment and Ichigo had to resist the urge to squirm.

“You don’t know anything,” Shinji said finally. “Nothing about what the Shinigami are capable of. When they find out what you are, they will cut you down and you’ll consider yourself lucky if you end up facing executing and not the knife of the Twelfth Division.”

“That will never happen!” Ichigo argued, though now he wasn’t so sure. Shinji’s voice was deadly serious, and it gave the teen chills.

“No,” Shinji agreed and Ichigo was taken aback for a moment. “Because you’re with us now, whether you like it or not.”

“Is that was this is about?”

“You could say that,” Shinji said after a pause, starting to fuck him again.

Ichigo tried to tell himself that he had groaned in annoyance rather than relief or pleasure. In contrast with the harshness from before, Shinji was fucking him with long, rolling thrusts that struck his prostate without fail. Ichigo wasn’t sure it was any better.

“Accept it already,” Shinji said, sounding a little annoyed again. “Toss away your human pride and submit.”

Once again, Ichigo had been rendered unable to respond. All he could manage were a few choked whimpers. One of Shinji’s hands let go of his wrists to wrap around his cock and Ichigo had to forcibly stop himself from crying out.

“I don’t expect everything to come all at once,” Shinji said and somehow that was reassuring.

Ichigo felt his orgasm creeping up on him and he rocked back earnestly in an attempt to get Shinji to fuck him harder. The talking could come later, damn it, when Ichigo could string a proper sentence together.

“Submit,” Shinji said again, running his thumb over the sensitive head of Ichigo’s cock and the teen told himself it was the touch that threw him over the edge.

He tried to catch his breath as Shinji jerked and stilled, no sound escaping him as he came. Ichigo’s wrists were finally released, but the teen was too exhausted to do much else besides collapsing as Shinji pulled out of him.

“Submit,” Ichigo repeated, and it was neither a question nor a statement. Shinji didn’t respond, so the teen continued, “I don’t know what you want.”

“We take care of each other, Ichigo.”

“You have a funny way of doing so.”

“It ain’t that hard to grasp,” Shinji said, flopping down next to Ichigo and waiting for the teen to make the next move.

“That still doesn’t tell me what you want from me.” Ichigo lifted himself up on his elbows and gave Shinji an unreadable look.

Shinji smirked a little. “Stay with us. The Gotei 13 will eventually show their true colors. You’ll need us then more than ever.”

Ichigo narrowed his eyes and Shinji tried not to look exasperated. “And?”

“And listen to what I have to say for once,” Shinji griped. “You think I like dealing with your piss-poor attitude on a near daily basis? That I do this for my own amusement or something? I’m fucking putting myself out there for you so your hollow won't take over, making you lose your mind in the process."

Ichigo at least had the grace to look contrite, grumbling something unintelligible.

“What was that?” Shinji asked, hoping for Ichigo’s sake that it wasn’t some sarcastic remark.

Ichigo looked up at him again, and Shinji was surprised how piercing those brown eyes were. “What do I have to do?”

“Submit.”

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I don't remember where I was going with the original story. I think there was more of a non-con aspect to it, but it's been so long that I just let it do whatever it wanted.

I think I may write more for this story, going a little bit more hardcore than the stuff I write about in the Game play series, so let me know what you think.