Bleach fic: In the Kidney Dish, for QuincyArcher

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Title: In the Kidney Dish
Author: hate_heraclitus
Recipient: QuincyArcher
Pairing: Mayuri/Ishida
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sexualised violence, torture, coercion, borderline consent, bondage, mentions of character death.
Summary: Mayuri pushes Ishida beyond his limits. Again.

It kinda turned out a lot darker than I was expecting. I hope it's still okay.

The drugs were fine. Some sort of sedative, Uryuu couldn't remember which despite his father endlessly running off lists of pharmaceuticals. That must mean they were working. Yes, he liked the drugs. They made everything warm and fluffy like a ball of cashmere wool. It was when they ran out that was the problem. When he realised where he was and why, and lucid thoughts about the situation were allowed to form.

Like now.

Uryuu was strapped to a table, as always. Dull, surgical things surrounded him.

"You really are the last Quincy now," that voice said. It always sounded mocking. A childhood gang singsonging insults.

Uryuu made himself turn his head.

"Dad...?"

But the slab of meat on the other table hadn't been his dad in a long time. Even when Ryuuken was alive, Mayuri had lobotimised it so it could barely remember how to walk.

"Ryuuken?"

Mayuri didn't even bother to cover the mess up. Instead, he took a pair of scissors out of what was once Ryuuken and cut through Uryuu's gown. Robbing him of even that small modesty.

Did he say he liked the drugs?

No... They were doing something to him. To keep him docile. He hadn't had the urge to fight back in such a long time. That had to be the drugs. Apathy had never been one of his vices. Even in these brief moments of consciousness, the rest of his body stayed sedated.

Mayuri's longest nail trailed down his cheek.

"Off," Uryuu said. It didn't even sound like his voice. It sounded like an echo.

"Oh?" Mayuri said, bringing that ghastly face closer. "You're awake again. Hm. I can't increase your dosage any more. I don't wan to kill you just yet."

Mayuri scraped the nail down Uryuu's cheek again, gathering skin behind it. The urge to swat it was no longer there. In the beginning, in the small doses, he'd shuddered at every touch. Even a tap had made him feel unclean. He couldn't stop wildly imagining what Mayuri was thinking about, and he doubted his imagination ever came close.

"Off," Uryuu repeated, turning his face away.

Mayuri had taken that long nail once, and scraped the inside of his anus until it was raw. That was in the early days too, when Mayuri didn't get a reaction because Uryuu was withholding it. The battle had changed now, though. The victory was in showing even the slightest resistance. Showing it couldn't be doped out of him.

"I'd prefer a woman," Mayuri said. "Their terror is always so much more vivid. But there aren't any females left - Pass me the scalpel, Nemu- Shall I make you into a woman?"

The scalpel was warm. It shouldn't be warm. Oh... It was warm because she'd taken it out of Ryuuken's body, wasn't it? He hadn't even been dead long enough to grow cold. Had they left the parts of his brain that could feel it too?

The present. He needed to focus on the present.

The scalpel was warm against his scrotum.

"I asked if I should make you a woman, Quincy?"

"S'not..." his mouth felt rusty. "'Won't make me a woman."

"Nemu. Get the estrogen."

"No!"

A spasm ran up his body, in lieu of any other movement.

"'You like being male, Quincy? Is this one of your pride things? It must hurt your pride to know you've lain there weaker than a woman this whole time. Women scream. Women fight when they see their fathers get hurt. Where's your Quincy honour now?"

I didn't fight because you sedated me, you bastard.

Mayuri withdrew the scalpel and placed it on Uryuu's hairline. "'Not as good as your father are you? I had to improve his brain because he wouldn't shut up. You're disgusting. You leave my son alone. On and on and on. 'You don't want to talk to me, Quincy? Or you can't?"

Uryuu flinched from the scalpel. That was one threat that could always penetrate the haze. Not his brain.something.

"You only have your pride left now, Quincy? Will you give me it? Your famous Quincy pride, for your freedom? Eh, Quincy?"

"Aren't you satisfied with what you've already taken?"

"You're still fighting me, aren't you, Quincy?"

"What else could you possibly want?" The bastard was talking nonsense. He'd trampled all over his pride. He'd defecated on it. He'd laid strapped to a table and proved his father right. He had no skill. He had no right to call himself a Quincy.

"You're going to have sex with me. And beg and moan for it like a woman, and do everything I say."

"That's science, is it?" Uryuu's lip curled.

"Everything is science."

Uryuu nearly fell on his knees again as Mayuri released him. It wasn't as if there was really a choice. If Mayuri decided to fight him now, it was over. Uryuu spun himself around, tilting toward the table to keep his balance and caught the edge of it. He climbed onto it by sheer force of will. Mayuri grinned his big, lipless grin and stuck his thumb in Uryuu's mouth.

"No!" he barked, and smacked Uryuu in the face with the back of his hand. Uryuu slumped onto his elbow and pushed himself back up to glare at Mayuri.

"What?" Uryuu snapped.

"You're not latching onto your mother's teat! Scrape with your teeth and draw it all in."

Uryuu let the thumb enter again, nipping at the tip with his teeth. He glared the whole time but Mayuri only made foul little noises, even when Uryuu tasted speckles of blood. Mayuri jerked the thumb out as abruptly a she'd put it in and climbed onto the table. Uryuu wiped his tongue of the flecks of black nail polish. It made Mayuri laugh, for some reason.

"Nemu! No peeking!" Mayuri shouted, and her head disappeared from the doorway.

Mayuri pulled out the extra blade he kept in his ear, connected by what looked like sinew.

"Hands behind your back, Quincy," he said.

Uryuu did so. Mayuri tied the sinew around Uryuu's wrists and waist. It made Mayuri's head snap to a weird angle, as if it was about to revolve on his neck. This did not concern him as much as it should. Mayuri jerked his head back and pulled Uryuu into a full sitting position. That left his hands free to shove off his captain's robe, and strip out of the rest of his uniform with no apparent shame.

Uryuu didn't know what to expect. Okay. He did. He'd been expecting dome sort of Frankenstein's monster with stitches everywhere and discolouration from being made up of severed parts. But what was there was abnormally normal. Even attractive, if it hadn't housed Mayuri. The only nod to the man's usually grotesque appearance were the mask and white paint or powder that covered his entire upper body.

"Spread your legs, Quincy. Like a good whore."

Uryuu bristled but contained everything he wanted to say. Once he was outside, he knew there was a way of getting his powers back. He'd be able to return and give Mayuri everything he deserved. So he spread his legs, the position made even more difficult by the elastic on the sinew around him.

Mayuri wrapped a hand around his own cock and pumped it into hardness. Uryuu suppressed a shudder and focused on the line where the make-up met Mayuri's actual skin. He idly wondered if Mayuri wanted to look like a grotesque, or if he'd always creeped people out and Mayuri had simply made the role his own.

He penetrated Uryuu without preparation or a word of warning. His cock tore through the tight ring of muscle. His insides weren't even fully healed from the rest of Mayuri's 'experiments'. Uryuu scrunched one eye up and swallowed every noise he wanted to make. It didn't hurt more than a stab or a shot or being suddenly drained of spirit power. And he'd endured all of those without complaint.

"I could gather my spirit power at the end of it," Mayuri said, not moving inside Uryuu as his body clenched around the cock. This would work better if Mayuri didn't talk. It was severely hindering his attempts to pretend this wasn't happening. "And make it go bang. I could out a hole in you like you put a hole in my chest that time."

Uryuu turned his face away at the ugly threat. Mayuri laughed and pulled on the sinew, drawing Uryuu close against him. He squeezed Uryuu's hips - they felt soft, pliant, vulnerable in a way his bod never had before - and began pounding into him in earnest. Uryuu's head struck the table, eyes rolling back a the feeling of that thing sliding in and out of him. Mayuri's tongue hung out like a dog's. He panted like one too as he shoved Uryuu's body on and off him.

Mayuri pulled him even closer, onto his lap, so that Uryuu was fully seated on his cock. There wasn't an inch between them now. The make-up on Mayuri's skin was probably even transferring onto Uryuu.

"You're not enjoying yourself, Quincy," Mayuri said, squeezing Uryuu's cock. It was as disinterested as the rest of him. Mayuri kept squeezing until it started to respond to the pressure.

Uryuu wished he could make his very skin crawl away from Mayuri. But he was insane. He licked a wet trail down Uryuu's face as he tried to bring his cock to life. If Uryuu's skin crawled away, he'd probably fuck the pulp that was left behind and enjoy it even more.

"There, Quincy. Now we're having fun."

Uryuu's erect cock peeked out of Mayuri's hand. He held it very carefully and slid his longest nail into the slit. Uryuu could help but make a disgruntled noise at that. The nail was too wide, too sharp... What if he lost function? What if he was never able to have actual sex?

Mayuri practically salivated over his discomfort, his tongue hanging close enough to lick the blood beading out of his cock.

"You move now Quincy and I'll take the stopper out."

Move...? Uryuu had trouble focusing past his current problem. "What do you-?"

"Up and down and pleasure me like a good little whore."

The only mercy was that everything was too sore to respond to nay of this. Had Uryuu's body taken the slightest bit of pleasure from Mayuri, he doubted he would have gotten through this. He'd have begged and fought and screamed for Mayuri to stop, truly without pride.

Instead, he eased himself into the motion. Mayuri gasped and slavered his approval, fingers relaxing on Uryuu's hips to give him more control. Uryuu kept going, as quick as he could stand. The sooner Mayuri was satisfied, the sooner this would be over.

'Killed my grandfather.

Uryuu pushed himself back up and right back down, wincing at the nail embedded in his cock. Mayuri let out a small, hissing breath and pushed upward to meet the next thrust.

'Killed my father.

Uryuu kept going. Mayuri was getting more impatient under him, it had to be soon.

'Did this to me.

Mayuri seized his hips again, ramming into him even more roughly than before. He rode out the few last thrusts. His ejaculate aggravated all of the little tears inside Uryuu, especially seeping out so suddenly.

Mayuri pulled out the nail from Uryuu's penis and licked away the blood coating it. Uryuu gingerly lifted himself off Mayuri as he unwound the sinew.

He crossed the room naked, half-hard still from the contact and with the uncomfortable knowledge that his ass was still full of sperm. But he was at the door, out in the hall... What did one more humiliation matter?

"By the way," Mayuri called. "I no longer need you for my experiments. You have no pride and no powers now. Enjoy your freedom, non-Quincy."

~End