Secrets
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,440
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Secrets
Title: Secrets
Author: Ansela Jonla
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: 18
Warnings: voyeurism, language, mentions of unsafe BDSM practices
Summary: Hichigo will keep Ichigo's dirty little secret, and hopefully one day that will pay off.
Word Count: 859
Notes: Written for the springkink prompt: Ichigo/Hollow!Ichigo: voyeurism – I know all of your dirty little secrets. Betaed by agenttrojie, who is an absolutely wonderful goddess.
You disgust me, King. You strut around with your friends during the day, acting so high-and-mighty, pretending you're just the same as them, only as messed up as they are. You sicken me.
You're not 'just' as messed up as they are. You're more so, aren't you? You can't hide it from me, King. I'm as much of a part of your soul as Zangetsu-ossan, remember. I know everything you know, feel everything you feel, every second of every day.
Yes, I do mean everything, every dirty little secret you hide from the world, from your friends, from yourself. I know how excited you get during a fight, how you like taking a hit. You try to justify it by saying you can't dodge every blow, but that's not exactly true, is it? You let some of those blows land. You enjoy the feel of a blade slicing into your flesh and tearing you open, spilling your blood on the ground around you.
I don't need to tell you that you're a masochistic little fuck though, do I? You already figured that one out for yourself, finally. You even found someone to scratch that itch without having to get into a fight just so you can finish yourself off in the privacy of your room. If you get that far; more than once you've jacked off in the nearest secluded alley after a fight, haven't you? I can't exactly say I approve of the dickshit you've chosen, but I don't disapprove either. It's just that I'm angry you thought you had to go to another person to get what you want, what you need.
I can hear you panting and moaning as his blade slices into you, carving patterns into your exposed flesh. Is it his name again, or has he branded you as a slut once more? No matter, it won't stay. You're not allowed to wear anyone else's brand. Only mine, one day. Still, right now you're tied up, at his mercy, bleeding and begging for more. I can feel your arousal, how much you want him to sink his cock into you without even the barest amount of lube as preparation, and it disgusts me. You're so strong, King, but you let another cocksucker dominate you so fucking easily.
I wonder what you'd do if your friends found out about this. What they would do if they knew you enjoyed being tied up and drenched in your own blood before being fucked with less regard for your own comfort than a common whore would be shown. Don't worry; I won't tell them.
No, I won't. I'm an asshole, but not that much of one. It's not like they'd listen to me anyway. I'm just a Hollow remember, tolerated only because I'm a part of you, and therefore offlimits as a target. If we could be separated they would strike me down in a heartbeat, just because they could. That is, of course, if you didn't do it first. You hate me as much as they do.
I'm getting distracted though. You're getting close now, your begging reduced to wordless sobbing and moaning as he fucks you raw. This probably looks like rape to anyone outside of this twisted fuck-up. Is that how you would justify it if anyone found out about this? I can't tell from here; you haven't thought that far ahead, as usual.
Your climax rips through me as well, and I howl my release as I spill all over my hand and hakama. He's reached his peak as well, hasn't he? Is he coating your torn insides with his seed or painting your bloody back? You don't care, I know. You're a fucking slut who doesn't care where he comes on you as long as he cuts you up first.
He's going now, as I lick my seed from my hand, leaving you bloody and broken on a motel bed, trusting to the rapid healing granted by your Shinigami powers and my existence to keep you alive and remove the evidence of your depravity. He can't stay long; he never can. You and he both know why. That's why you picked him to fuck you. No commitment necessary, needed or wanted.
One day you'll realise that you don't even need him, King. You truly, honestly don't. I swear this from the bottom of my heart. Yes, I do have one, even if it is just a shadow of yours. I like watching you get fucked like this, but there's something that I would like even better. I want to be the one fucking you, the one tying you up and cutting your beautiful flesh from your bones. Until you realise that I'll keep this dirty little secret of yours. One day you'll figure it out, and you'll wonder why the thought never came to you before. I swear, even if I have to drag you in here and fuck you into a window to get your attention, you'll realise what I've been trying to say all this time. Until then I'll just enjoy being the voyeur you don't want to admit is there.
Author: Ansela Jonla
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: 18
Warnings: voyeurism, language, mentions of unsafe BDSM practices
Summary: Hichigo will keep Ichigo's dirty little secret, and hopefully one day that will pay off.
Word Count: 859
Notes: Written for the springkink prompt: Ichigo/Hollow!Ichigo: voyeurism – I know all of your dirty little secrets. Betaed by agenttrojie, who is an absolutely wonderful goddess.
You disgust me, King. You strut around with your friends during the day, acting so high-and-mighty, pretending you're just the same as them, only as messed up as they are. You sicken me.
You're not 'just' as messed up as they are. You're more so, aren't you? You can't hide it from me, King. I'm as much of a part of your soul as Zangetsu-ossan, remember. I know everything you know, feel everything you feel, every second of every day.
Yes, I do mean everything, every dirty little secret you hide from the world, from your friends, from yourself. I know how excited you get during a fight, how you like taking a hit. You try to justify it by saying you can't dodge every blow, but that's not exactly true, is it? You let some of those blows land. You enjoy the feel of a blade slicing into your flesh and tearing you open, spilling your blood on the ground around you.
I don't need to tell you that you're a masochistic little fuck though, do I? You already figured that one out for yourself, finally. You even found someone to scratch that itch without having to get into a fight just so you can finish yourself off in the privacy of your room. If you get that far; more than once you've jacked off in the nearest secluded alley after a fight, haven't you? I can't exactly say I approve of the dickshit you've chosen, but I don't disapprove either. It's just that I'm angry you thought you had to go to another person to get what you want, what you need.
I can hear you panting and moaning as his blade slices into you, carving patterns into your exposed flesh. Is it his name again, or has he branded you as a slut once more? No matter, it won't stay. You're not allowed to wear anyone else's brand. Only mine, one day. Still, right now you're tied up, at his mercy, bleeding and begging for more. I can feel your arousal, how much you want him to sink his cock into you without even the barest amount of lube as preparation, and it disgusts me. You're so strong, King, but you let another cocksucker dominate you so fucking easily.
I wonder what you'd do if your friends found out about this. What they would do if they knew you enjoyed being tied up and drenched in your own blood before being fucked with less regard for your own comfort than a common whore would be shown. Don't worry; I won't tell them.
No, I won't. I'm an asshole, but not that much of one. It's not like they'd listen to me anyway. I'm just a Hollow remember, tolerated only because I'm a part of you, and therefore offlimits as a target. If we could be separated they would strike me down in a heartbeat, just because they could. That is, of course, if you didn't do it first. You hate me as much as they do.
I'm getting distracted though. You're getting close now, your begging reduced to wordless sobbing and moaning as he fucks you raw. This probably looks like rape to anyone outside of this twisted fuck-up. Is that how you would justify it if anyone found out about this? I can't tell from here; you haven't thought that far ahead, as usual.
Your climax rips through me as well, and I howl my release as I spill all over my hand and hakama. He's reached his peak as well, hasn't he? Is he coating your torn insides with his seed or painting your bloody back? You don't care, I know. You're a fucking slut who doesn't care where he comes on you as long as he cuts you up first.
He's going now, as I lick my seed from my hand, leaving you bloody and broken on a motel bed, trusting to the rapid healing granted by your Shinigami powers and my existence to keep you alive and remove the evidence of your depravity. He can't stay long; he never can. You and he both know why. That's why you picked him to fuck you. No commitment necessary, needed or wanted.
One day you'll realise that you don't even need him, King. You truly, honestly don't. I swear this from the bottom of my heart. Yes, I do have one, even if it is just a shadow of yours. I like watching you get fucked like this, but there's something that I would like even better. I want to be the one fucking you, the one tying you up and cutting your beautiful flesh from your bones. Until you realise that I'll keep this dirty little secret of yours. One day you'll figure it out, and you'll wonder why the thought never came to you before. I swear, even if I have to drag you in here and fuck you into a window to get your attention, you'll realise what I've been trying to say all this time. Until then I'll just enjoy being the voyeur you don't want to admit is there.