Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Escape ❯ Chapter 1

Title: Escape

Series: Bleach

Pairing: Grimmjaw x Ichigo (Hichi x Ichi hinting)

Theme/Challenge: Nightmare

Rating: NC -17 (rape)

Summary: (Other side to “Storybook”) He deserved this… For his failure… Yet the desire to escape is so strong.

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach

 

Why did he allow this to happen to himself? Surely he could put up a better fight than what he does every time he feels that same pressure fall upon him. Couldn't he scream and yell for his sisters? Maybe even his father? He knew the reasons why. If he did, his punishment would only be more severe and his family would suffer. The Arrancar would make sure that they witnessed the pain he inflected on the teen; soon after he would make sure that Ichigo watched as he killed them all slowly. No… He would refuse to say anything to them and went out of his way to make sure his family was no where near their home when the reiatsu of that Espada would flood his senses.

 

Even now, his hands clutching desperately onto the sheets, waiting for the impending intrusion of his entrance, he wondered why Grimmjow had come to him nearly two months ago and started this. The teal-haired Arrancar has immediately grasped the medallion that allowed Ichigo to switch into shinigami. His mind panicked when he thrown across the room, his head cracking on the wall. At first, he thought this was just some nightmare, especially when the Arrancar took him for the first time. Ichigo hoped that when it was over he would wake up, but when he came to, the scent of blood and sex filled his nostrils and he knew that it wasn't just another nightmare… From there it was all downhill, and these sessions came frequently.

 

Grimmjow coldly stated this was his revenge and the substitute shinigami never questioned this. Instead, he came up with his own reason as to why this was happening to him. Perhaps this was his punishment for not being able to protect his friends. The orange-haired teen was unable to save Chad and Orhime when the Arrancar first arrived. Ichigo had failed in bringing back Orhime when she was kidnapped. He hadn't been there when Rukia and Renji had fallen to another of the Espada when they attacked again and had been ordered to return to Soul Society to recover. In his mind, he had failed his friends so many times and in various ways. Of course he deserved something like this…

 

He could feel the nails tear away at the flesh covering his hips and it brought tears to his eyes as he felt that all-to-familiar beginning thrust into him. The Arrancar never did take it easy on him nor did he even care if Ichigo was comfortable before continuing at a demanding pace. Ichigo squirmed and bit down his lip to the point where it drew blood. He always struggled in some way when Grimmjow would drive into him, bringing himself out fully before plunging right back in. The teen could feel his muscles tire and give into the perverse pleasure of it all. He knew that he would not be attending school the next morning as muscle fibers strained and tore against the friction. Even with the blood he knew what beginning to spill from him, the pain only receded slightly.

A choked gasp escaped from his lips as Ichigo felt the Arrancar's hand grasp his semi-arousal. He could care less how sick it was that he was getting off on this as Grimmjow pumped the organ mercilessly. It never mattered how cruelly the teal-haired hybrid was stroking him nor how fast. All of this was but a blur as Ichigo went over the edge, shouting and white flooding his vision. This feeling was replaced as the semen of the Arrancar met his wounds, and he snapped back to reality.

 

Ichigo did not know when Grimmjow left. He never did. Somewhere in the back of his mind he thought that he was still going to wake up. Instead he retreated to his world, his other half just sitting there, a knowing look on the pale face. The Hollow would not mock or laugh, but just sit there. It was as if Ichigo's other half was doing the only thing it could to comfort him. Yet another thing the shinigami never questioned, but instead fell into white one's expecting embrace and wish he was somewhere else…

 

Reality no longer mattered. He long ago forgot where that line that distinguishes reality from the nightmare was. The truth was… Reality beyond his world had become the nightmare. One that he could only escape by entering another one of his own making…