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devores[What a delightful new world-- with such delightful people to boot! Zerig has been here hardly three days, and already he's enjoyed himself thoroughly. Black-clad shinigami, as they were called, throwing themselves upon him and his men, every encounter a challenge until the thrill of battle surged through his veins. Everything since their arrival here (to flames and screaming and blood, the scent of charred flesh crisp in the air) until now--? Wonderful.
Until they were pushed back, that is, hedged and caged by magical shields on all sides, forcing him and his army to dig in their heels and fortify their positions in this abandoned part of town. That first night he'd flown into a rage, slaughtering nearly all of the townsfolk trapped with them. In the cold light of day, he'd reconsidered-- and by then there were enough people left for him to keep his fair share of hostages either way. One of which had caught his eye....
With a wave of his hand, he orders his men to bring the boy over. The chains they'd brought from their own world blocks all but the most powerful from accessing their powers-- it almost feels like cheating, in a way, but they have their uses. As his men leave, Zerig licks his lips at the memory-- bright hair and defiant eyes. So much strength to him that he can practically taste it, and Zerig wants it all to himself, wants to use him, wants to keep him.
He doesn't realize his eyes are closed until the clink of chains heralds his new plaything's appearance. Straightening up in his makeshift throne, Zerig's smile stretches wide across his face.]
Hello, sweet thing. What's your name?
Until they were pushed back, that is, hedged and caged by magical shields on all sides, forcing him and his army to dig in their heels and fortify their positions in this abandoned part of town. That first night he'd flown into a rage, slaughtering nearly all of the townsfolk trapped with them. In the cold light of day, he'd reconsidered-- and by then there were enough people left for him to keep his fair share of hostages either way. One of which had caught his eye....
With a wave of his hand, he orders his men to bring the boy over. The chains they'd brought from their own world blocks all but the most powerful from accessing their powers-- it almost feels like cheating, in a way, but they have their uses. As his men leave, Zerig licks his lips at the memory-- bright hair and defiant eyes. So much strength to him that he can practically taste it, and Zerig wants it all to himself, wants to use him, wants to keep him.
He doesn't realize his eyes are closed until the clink of chains heralds his new plaything's appearance. Straightening up in his makeshift throne, Zerig's smile stretches wide across his face.]
Hello, sweet thing. What's your name?
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Date: 2014-06-20 05:56 am (UTC)What did they even want, anyway? Ichigo couldn't even fathom a guess.
It was well that Zerid remembered Ichigo-because he certainly wasn't about to forget. They'd faced each other on the battlefield, power flying every which way with every tremendous clash. It had only been the barrier crashing down that had stopped the fight, caging in the demons as Soul Society decided that the lives of a relatively few humans and the hero who had saved them were acceptable prices to pay for buying some time to figure out a way to defeat them for good.
In the resulting chaos, Ichigo had been knocked unconscious-and when he woke, the chains were already on him. From there, he'd silently thought about what must have happened-and while he was sure Renji and Rukia must have fought against the idea, he agreed with the action taken.
Well. almost- there weren't many people in this area, but he was sure that the ones who had been unlucky enough to be trapped were either dead or captured like he was. He would have preferred it if it had just been him, since then it would have merely been his own life in danger.
Speaking of, why had he been captured instead of outright killed? Toying with the chains (not easily breakable, of course-they'd never make it that easy) the substitute shinigami wracked his mind, trying to come up with an answer. Obviously, someone wanted him-or wanted to make an example of him. Maybe they'd try to brainwash him, get him to turn on his friends and comrades. Never, he silently thought to himself. No matter what they do to me.
And now, he'd finally find out why he was being kept alive.
Even if he'd regret it later.
His brown eyes search Zerig, his every movement and slight tensing of his muscles screaming that same defiance that the demon had noticed before. Keeping his eyebrows furrowed, his hands clench unconsciously, making the chains clink softly.]
....Ichigo.
[No family name-he's sure this guy doesn't want to hear it, anyway. He'd dismissed his guards...whatever this guy is going to do to him, it's going to be somewhat private.
Ichigo's teeth grit, and he can't stop himself from giving a sharp reply.]
And I'm not a 'sweet thing', asshole.
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Date: 2014-06-23 04:59 am (UTC)Rising from his chair, he walks right up to Ichigo, smiling to see the tension in his jaw, the snarl in his tone. Reaching out, Zerig casually catches him by the chin, tilting his head up and looking him over, up and down. He's tall, just a couple of inches shorter than Zerig himself, and he finds himself licking his lips before he speaks.]
Ha, is that, right? Well, we'll see about that soon enough, Ichigo. I saw how you fought out there, how you-- [His hand slides over the line of his jaw, stroking his cheek.] --decimated my men. [He rolls the words over his tongue with visible pleasure, purring and sensual.]
I could kill you right now-- slit your throat, bleed you out. But what a waste that would be! No, I'm sure that we could come to a better understanding-- after all, I could use a strength like yours. Someone like you could rise far within our ranks.
[Zerig continues stroking his cheek tenderly, lightly thumbing over his lips. Those with power wanted power-- that was the rule of the world. Through force or temptation, Zerig would have him for his own, but-- honey before vinegar, isn't that what they say? ]
I don't ask for much. [His voice is soft, utterly reasonable as he leans forward, close enough to kiss.] Only your loyalty and unwavering obedience. You could have your life. You could have the world.
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Date: 2014-06-23 05:55 am (UTC)Unbidden, a quiet fear begins to settle in the pit of his stomach-but he ignores it, willing himself not to show any trace of it, nor any hint of weakness. Like hell he'll break down in front of this asshole, and his determination is enough to see him through.
Or so he thinks.
Staying silent as Zerig speaks to him-why did all villains love hearing themselves talk?-he doesn't even jerk away as the other gets his face far too close to Ichigo's own, trying to tempt him with honeyed words about having everything he could ever want, if he'd only swear loyalty. And for a moment, it almost seems like he's considering it, his expression softening ever so slightly-
Until he suddenly rears his head back and attempts to headbutt Zerig, aiming to make him hurt for even daring to ask such a thing.]
Never.
[He's legitimately angry-practically spitting out the word and glaring daggers at the demon.]
Not in a million years!
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Date: 2014-06-24 07:54 am (UTC)Ah-ah, sweet thing. Never say never. [With a movement like a striking snake, Zerig grabs Ichigo by the back of his head, fingers tangling in short hair, and kisses him full on the mouth, free hand sliding up to cup his cheek. Zerig tastes of blood and honey and bitter death, kissing him with teeth and tongue as if he wants to devour him whole.]
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Date: 2014-06-24 09:42 pm (UTC)At any rate, he doesn't want to kiss this bastard, or feel his damned fingers scrub against the back of his head. His hands come up, trying to push himself away from Zerig with as much force as he can muster. Even without his powers, he's still strong, and he tries to tilt his head away from that invading mouth.]
Pwaah-
[When he manages to gain a little air, pull away so he can breathe and think for a second, he lets out that sound-and feels a dark stirring behind him. Apparently, his men hadn't left-they'd just been waiting where he couldn't see them. Waiting for....
....No.
Realization hits him like a ton of bricks, and he struggles even harder, ignoring the strange warmth that's beginning slowly spread through him. No, no no, they weren't going to-!]
Get the hell off of me!
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Date: 2014-06-25 08:40 pm (UTC)Playing hard to get? That's adorable.
[Taking advantage of his struggles to manipulate his body, Zerig turns him around in one smooth motion, pulling Ichigo's back against his own chest and reaching around to cup his groin. The shadows surge and seethe around him-- his men, growing impatient-- and Zerig shoots them a sharp look before learning forward to whisper into his ear.]
We're going to be having a lot of fun together, Ichigo. Tell me, do you like it on your hands and knees?
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Date: 2014-06-25 09:43 pm (UTC)[He's not going to stop. Even as the word leaves his lips, he knows this-and while his skin crawls at the demon's hand...there's also that damned warmth staying wherever he touches. What in god's name was even happening to him? That touch should feel like ice, and yet...
But it's when Zerig touches his groin that he realizes something is happening to him. A touch that should be revolting-that should bring him nothing but fear and disgust instead has his body reacting with a shot of pleasure, the shock of it making him tilt his head back with a sharp, surprised cry.
And when he realizes what he just did...
He shakes his head, continues to try to struggle away. This bastard did something to his body-was it when he got kissed? There's no way he'd actually want something like this to happen to him, is there? Of course not.]
G-Get....Get your damned hands off of me!
[He hates that it's somehow harder to speak with that hand cupping his groin, and he sucks in a breath through clenched teeth, glaring at the shadows that so desperately want a turn at him.]
You're not-You're not going to rape me, bastard!
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Date: 2014-06-27 03:06 pm (UTC)Oh no, pet. Far from it. You're going to enjoy every second of this.
[He rubs the heel of his palm between Ichigo's legs in a slow circle, touch warm and sensuous, even as he begins to undo the ties around his waist with his free hand, tugging down on his pants.]
Look at you, you're hot for it already.
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Date: 2014-06-28 06:20 am (UTC)[But while his mind certainly wasn't, his body was more than happy to respond to all those touches in all the right places. Horrifyingly, he began to feel himself get erect under Zerig's hand, and even his protest was cut short with another groan that he couldn't manage to force down in time.]
What the hell did you do to me?!
[This isn't him-the strange clash of his body giving off pleasure while his mind only finds horror in the situation is making his movements hesitate, and he tries to grab for the hand undoing the ties of his hakama with no small effort on his part. But being engrossed in that, he's stopped struggling for the time being-and doesn't even notice that his hips are jutting out to try and gain more of that wonderful touch.]
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Date: 2014-06-28 07:31 pm (UTC)[He takes advantage of Ichigo's fumbling attempts to ward him off by sliding his hand into his hakama, wrapping his fingers around his cock, stroking him and pulling his hips flush against him as Zerig grinds up against his ass.]
Don't be shy. I promise I'll be gentle with you.
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Date: 2014-06-28 10:10 pm (UTC)[It's not right. It's not right it's not right he shouldn't be feeling this way, it can't be him. He doesn't want this, and yet there's a strange building need rising through him every time he's touched.]
Let go of-
[And then he feels that hand around his dick and there's an explosive groan coming from him, loud enough that it causes the shadows around them to tighten in, enough so that Ichigo can practically see the hungry glint in the eyes around him.
It feels good...
No. No no no, and he tries to push away from Zerig (and the wonderful heat of his body and that grinding that he hadn't really wanted to get away from), losing his balance and falling on his hands and knees with a hard 'oof'.
He realizes too late that he's in the perfect position, hakama already beginning to slide off of his hips due to the demon undoing the ties before.]
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Date: 2014-07-08 09:49 am (UTC)Eager to get on with it, are you? [The smirk is audible in his voice as dark men in dark armor begin to slide out of the shadows, the yellow eyes their only visible feature behind black helmets. With another low chuckle, Zerig jerks his chin up, gesturing them closer. After all, why not? His men had earned their reward as well.] Ah, we're going to have a lot of fun together, Ichigo. You and me and all of our friends...
[Ichigo's skin is warm and trembling under his hands. Zerig pauses, considering before popping two fingers into his mouth, slicking them up with saliva. There would be time to do it properly another day, but it wouldn't hurt for his new pet to have a taste of pain with his pleasure-- to set the tone, as it were. He presses a finger into his body, breath hissing slightly between his teeth at how tight he is.]
Is this your first time, sweet thing?
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Date: 2014-07-09 06:18 am (UTC)A hiss passes through clenched teeth as he feels that damnable hand touch him in his most sensitive areas, eyes narrowing even as the men surrounding them begin to circle around, their glowing yellow eyes feeling like they're boring holes into his flesh. With his hakama slid down, nothing is holding the top part of Shihakusho up-and the fabric hangs open, his chest clearly visible.
He wasn't just going to have his way with Ichigo-he was going to let his men join in as well. Another flicker of fear crosses his face before he desperately reins it in, tries to show no expression beyond grim determination. All he had to do was survive this, that was all-just weather it out, don't cry out or give them any kind of incentive-
And then that finger press into him, and his vows to himself fly right out the window.]
N-Ngaaaaaaaah!
[It hurts-he's not used to it, not used to anything like that, and his hands reflexively clutch at the floor, aiming his shocked expression at the ground so the bastards around him won't see it. He tries to control his breathing, but there's a sensation beyond the pain that's making itself known-and the shame of it nearly brings tears to his eyes.
Pleasure. Again, this time mixing with the pain so he can't separate the two. What's worse is that he can feel his cock twitching in time with that finger probing him, drops of pre-cum gathering at the head and softly dropping to the floor. Hopefully the demon didn't notice...]
I...I'm sure as hell...not telling you!
[Still trying to be defiant, even now-but it's much more difficult than it had been before.]
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Date: 2014-07-12 04:06 am (UTC)Look at you, you're all wet for it, you little slut. [His voice drops to a low purr, sickeningly sweet, as he presses a second finger into him, spreading his fingers and turning his wrist to shift the angle as Ichigo's body clenches hot and tight around him.] There you go, is that better?
[The shadows writhe, gathering and splitting apart in little pools of darkness-- unseen battles of dominance that subside as Zerig directs a sharp glance their way.] Now now, boys, don't fight. There's plenty to go around. Isn't there? [The last part directed toward Ichigo with a leer.]
WOW I AM SO SORRY FOR BEING LATE-I got swamped in my game really hard there for a while. SO SORRY ;;
Date: 2014-07-21 07:07 am (UTC)I-I'm not-
[Wet for it? He's not even aware of how his body is reacting through it all, his mind a muddied jumble that refuses to untangle. He's going to be fucked, mercilessly and by a lot of people, probably until he's lying spent on the floor covered in their semen.
And the most horrible thing is that he knows he's going to feel pleasure through it all, like he is now. That he's going to enjoy being taken by the bastards that rampaged through soul society and killed so many, all because their leader did something to him before forcing him to the ground like this.
The power trapped in his body writhes under it's lock, and he manages to growl something out, defiant to the very last.]
G...Go to hell, you fucking bastard.
[Turning his gaze at Zerig, the hate burning there as he tries to lock eyes with the demon.]
no worries o/ thing've been pretty crazy on my end too
Date: 2014-07-25 03:28 am (UTC)I bet this isn't your first time after all... a sweet and eager bitch like you. Ah, you're getting me all excited, Ichigo. [The last couple words drop to a low purr, but there's no disguising the hot glee in his tone and the hunger in the way he touches Ichigo, hands gentle and possessive.
Out of the shadows, a second demon steps forward, all sharp angles and glinting yellow eyes-- before the dark armor recedes, peeling back from his body and exposing ivory pale skin, mouth a sharp gash across his face. He smiles, revealing sharp teeth, before reaching forward and fisting one hand in Ichigo's hair, dragging his head up to rub the bulge of his crotch against Ichigo's cheek. The remnants of the black armor slowly flow away from the demon's body and drip down his chin.]
Ah, Nero. So good of you to join us. [The grin is very nearly audible in Zerig's voice as he withdraws his fingers, leaving Ichigo empty as he begins to unbuckle the heavy belt around his hips, pushing the waistband of his pants down.]
also struggling with my ADHD which's been like lol did you want to write nope fuck you
Date: 2014-07-29 05:47 am (UTC)He doesn't even notice the other demon approach, too busy glaring up at the leader, the reason for all of this. If looks could kill, Zerig would have been dead multiple times over by now, and he hates that he knows that fact alone probably only makes the demon more excited.
I hate you. I hate you I hate you I hate you and If I could get these fucking cuffs off I'd kill you all right here-
Then the rough tangle of fingers in his hair makes him gasp in surprise, the sheer fury in his gaze being broken as his face is forcibly rubbed in the other demon's crotch, the hardness of the erection there poking against his cheek and making him give an uncontrolled shudder.
Nero. Who the hell named these guys?, he can't stop himself from thinking-even as Zerig pulls away to finally begin undressing himself. Ichigo grits his teeth-and tries one last time to resist, raising his hands to push away at Nero's legs, trying to angle his head away as much as the hand in his hair will allow-and at the same time attempting to rise off of his knees and onto his feet.
At the very least, even if this was going to happen...no one could say he didn't try to fight it.]
oh man, that sucks. hope it eases up for you, but take your time! :O
Date: 2014-08-02 10:08 am (UTC)C'mon, bitch, make yourself useful.
[Behind him, Zerig sighs in mock disappointment.]
Ah-ah, sweet thing. We're just getting started and you're already trying to leave the party? Now that's just rude. And rude little bitches get punished, didn't you know? [A soft chuckle.] Not that you could call this a punishment. More like a reward, if you ask me.
[Ichigo's ass is still raised, utterly exposed, and Zerig doesn't bother prepping him further, pressing the head of his cock against his entrance and forcing himself in with one sharp thrust of his hips.]
Hahah, yeah! It's been a little easier lately, thank god.
Date: 2014-08-05 05:24 am (UTC)[But for yet another time, he's stopped in mid sentence-a loud cry of pain ripping itself from his throat as his hands reflexively clutch hard around Nero's erection. The-the thing inside of him is hot and large, it's presence agonizing and unwanted. Zerig had used his fingers before-but fingers were a hell of a lot different when compared to an actual cock.
But at least it hurts, his mind whispers. At least there's none of the pleasure I felt before-
But as he thinks that, his body betrays him. With a sudden shudder, the pain dulls-no, mingles with a pleasure that's even more intense than what he felt before. Intoxicating, almost maddening, and it takes everything he has not to rock back on Zerig and take him in as far as he can go. In the end, he bites on his lip hard enough to make it bleed and tilts his head forward-directly beside the erection he still has a hand on.
Taking a deep breath, Ichigo forces himself to speak-knowing that this will probably be the last time he'll have the breath to say anything.]
If...If this is your reward...I'd rather be punished.
[Even being forcibly taken, even with his face next to another's genitals, he still glares at the demon which is the cause of all of this. Still hates with all of his heart, all of his soul, and his power rampages hard enough even under lock and key that everyone in the room feels it.]
ack, sorry for the delay. last week was just ridiculous!
Date: 2014-08-14 08:45 pm (UTC)If it's punishment you want, Ichigo, I'm sure we'll be able to manage something.
[Rocking his hips, he pushes into his body inch by slow inch, closing his eyes. In contrast, Nero's eyes narrow as he watches Ichigo focus his attention on Zerig before reaching out and slapping him right across the face.]
Pay attention, bitch, and open your mouth. You ever sucked a cock before? [Nero's voice is low and gravelly, half a snarl as he twitches his hips forward, the head of his cock brushing up against Ichigo's cheek.]
it's fine! My week was also super insane ;;
Date: 2014-08-23 06:25 am (UTC)But he doesn't have much time to think about how it all feels, because the other demon harshly slaps him, making him cry out again in surprise more than pain.]
F-Fuck you-
[Of course, there's irony in those words-because that's exactly what he'll be forced to do in the end, won't he?
Feeling the glans of Nero's cock against his cheek, Ichigo doesn't reply-he only glares, shutting his mouth firmly in response to the implied command. He's not sucking anyone's cock unless he's forced to, gritting his teeth together even as moans force their way out of his throat from Zerig sinking himself deeper into his body.]
o/
Date: 2014-08-28 02:52 pm (UTC)Is that the game you want to play, whore?
[Gripping Ichigo by the chin, Nero reaches for a hidden sheath along his back. He draws out a short knife, wickedly curved with a jagged edge. For a moment, he merely holds it up to the light, admiring, before laying the edge it lightly against the corner of Ichigo's mouth, the point digging into his skin whenever he moans or shifts against Zerig's thrusts.]
Well then, maybe you'd rather suck on this instead. Or maybe ... [The demon is smiling now, thin-lipped and smug.] Maybe I'll pay a visit to one of those adorable townsfolk-- or better yet, one of your cute little friends. By the time I'm done, they'll be begging to suck me off.
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Date: 2014-09-01 08:48 am (UTC)Even having a tip of a knife to his mouth didn't make him open up-despite all the moans and horrible, horrible pain and pleasure he was feeling from Zerig, he was determined to not give into the demon's demands, even if he cut his mouth from ear to ear.
...until he mentioned going after one of Ichigo's friends. His eyes snaps open in alarm, staring up at the demon in horror.
No. No, he wouldn't-
He would.
The struggle in Ichigo's eyes is obvious, not wanting to fellate this bastard, but also not wanting to place his own friends in the same kind of position he's currently in-between two demons, being raped and helpless with no way to fight back.
So after a few seconds, he makes his decision, squeezeing his eyes shut before opening his mouth and moving his head towards Nero's cock. The shinigami only hesitates for one moment before taking the tip of the demon's cock in his mouth, reflexively shuddering at the strange, harsh taste on his tongue, bitter and salty at the same time.
For now, it's just the head-because he really doesn't want to do this, doesn't want to do any of this-but it'd be easy to force him to take more.]