Why is it everything always came back around to Him? Did the thoughts in his mind ride on a roundabout wind that cast him always back to himself?

The windows were just that dark, the sky just that cloudy, the roar and crack of thunder just enough shake, enough violent quake to push him under again.

Touching himself was never the giddy release teenage boys should have. It was struck with the flash of yellow eyes, a wicked smile, and a cold touch from spidery fingers.

Everything about Him was wrong, and everything about Him was right. The notes on a dusty piano, the tuning lost in years of wear, a grin that spread a little too high to the left, a city devoid of inhabitants but far from empty.

Even when his hand wrapped firm around his cock, the flesh swelled and aching, even when his fingers tugged at his foreskin his thoughts were clogged with static noise.

He could never hide what's there, there was no sanctuary in the back of his mind, only a lingering shadow and a sickening need that grew with every beat, riding the keening wail of a laugh.

It started at his temples, with the swell of a breast, with the taste of a perfectly pink nipple rolled between teeth. It crept back with warm wet heat, the pitch of a sweet moan. But it always ended in the lick of lips, a black tongue, and those spidery fingers that gripped him, a little too calloused and a little too rough.

"Who are you thinking about your Highness? Whose lips are you kissing, whose breast are you caressing, whose warm pussy are you thrusting so deeply into? Is it nice and wet for you my King?"

Ichigo shut the voice out, growled under his breath and jerked a little harder. It was a contradiction though, because he really wished that the voice wouldn't make his balls tighten and ache like they did. He wished he'd just go soft in the palm of his hand, but no such luck.

He started again, went for a different tactic. Went straight for the juicy bits, went straight to thrusting in and fucking and making it feel good.

"That's not what you want you idiot! You want me! You want a nice thick cock up your ass. They'll never be enough for you. They won't fight you for it like I will!"

This time, Ichigo roared, he opened his eyes, he sat up in bed, he did everything to keep out those visions. But in the end it was spidery fingers, a crooked grin, yellow eyes, and a fight that got him a hell of a lot harder than any pretty soft-skinned girl.