Yes, this was it.

The redheaded shinigami beneath him was reduced to pathetic whimpers and cries. A puddle of blood and humiliation. The hollow was so close now, so close. He felt the burning knot in his groin tighten and throb.

It was going to be hard to go through with this. He wanted the release so badly. But he had to; there was no way he'd pass up on an opportunity like this.

The hollow thrust harder, bucked into the broken body laying sprawled on the dirty ground, every movement taking him an inch closer to the edge. And finally teetering there, wobbling, almost going over.

"Right. You take over from here, Ichigo."

He released his grip on his body - Ichigo's body - and felt himself falling, falling as if the sideways skyscrapers that were his home suddenly had turned upright with him standing on one of them. The vicious throbbing from the near orgasm still pounded through him, in the back of his mind it continued, released, and he knew. The boy who's mind he resided in had just cum in his best friend. The hollow had held on as long as he could, making sure there wasn't going to be a way out, any way in which Ichigo could have stopped it.

No, he felt it. He heard the screams as he fell and he felt the fear and rage and indescribable fucked up pleasure coursing through his king and it filled him with childish glee. It started with a distorted giggle and soon he roared, howled with laughter knowing Ichigo would hear it ring in his head.

It would be ringing for a long fucking time, hopefully.