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I do not own Bleach, any characters associated with it or any of the songs used. All rights and permissions belong with respective owners Tite Kubo and Placebo. I make no money off of these fictional works; they are for entertainment purposes only.
It doesn't hurt me.

You wanna feel how it feels?

You wanna know; know that it doesn't hurt me?

You wanna hear about the deal I'm making?

You be running up that hill

You and me be running up that hill

And if I only could,

Make a deal with God,

And get him to swap our places,

Be running up that road,

Be running up that hill,

Be running up that building.

If I only could, oh...

You don't wanna hurt me,

But see how deep the bullet lies.

Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder.

There's a thunder in our hearts, baby.

So much hate for the ones we love?

Tell me, we both matter, don't we?

You, be running up that hill

You and me, be running up that hill

You and me won't be unhappy.

And if I only could,

Make a deal with God,

And get him to swap our places,

Be running up that road,

Be running up that hill,

Be running up that building,

If I only could, oh...

C'mon, baby, c'mon, c'mon, darling,

Let me steal this moment from you now.

C'mon, angel, c'mon, c'mon, darling,

Lets exchange the experience, oh...'

And if I only could,

Make a deal with God,

And get him to swap our places,

Be running up that road,

Be running up that hill,

With no problems
Running up that Hill - Placebo
Breath. It wouldn't come.
How had they come to this?
Gray eyes widened at the nearness of the other. The danger of him, the lure.
She found herself trapped in the varying shades of green that seemed to draw her deeper and deeper into them. Like a secluded forest pool that might mesmerize you to a drowning death.
Ulquiorra's eyes, vivid, verdant, never left her face as he pressed Orihime to the wall. Capturing her in that tight space between hard wall and hard body.
"Ulq..."
Her words were cut off as his lips, pale, ghostly white, and hot pressed to hers. She gasped at the contact, her mouth opening slightly on the sound. The quatro Espada tilted his head, fusing their mouths more firmly together. His tongue flickering against her own, forcing the situation to the forefront her mind. But Orihime found she was lost in heady sensation.
Teasing, caressing hints of touch that ignited a slow smoldering heat deep in her stomach. She half expected that he would have ravished her mouth harshly, roughly. But no. His movements were slow, perfect, utterly confident. As though he knew that she stood no chance against him. Like everything he did, he left her no option but to fall of her own accord.
Her small hands were pressed between them and she pushed at him. Her first kiss should have belonged to Ichigo. he was who she loved. Who she wanted. Always!She didn’t want this. Did she? Surely not.
That pretty scenario was not to be. Ichigo had only eyes for one person. A person he would become stronger for. Die for. Kill for. Live for.
And that person... was not her. Would never be her.
Orihime had come here to protect them all. Her life was here now, miserable at it was.
Her entire existence narrowed to Aizen, the damnable cube and the one before her. Jailer. Taunter. Tormentor. Reluctant protector.
Yet her attraction for the quiet Espada was her own horrid secret. The way his eyes made her cheeks heat, the way his voice invoked dreams of forbidden sensuality. Perhaps because in this strange, twisted, dangerous place, he was all she had to rely on. Her only assured safety. Perhaps.
His teeth caught her lower lip, drawing the plump cushion between his lips, sucking lightly and she shuddered at the feeling. Her hands fluttered against him, ineffectual and lacking, before she tugged at his sleeves. Her slender fingers using that grip to draw them closer together.
Against his chest her heart hammered wildly, threatening to break free from its cage. His long, elegant fingers slid to her waist and then to her lower back, pressing her closer to the heat of his frame. When his tongue curled to flicker along the roof of her mouth, her eyes fluttered closed. Small hands gripping his arms tightly, a breathy moan lifting between them.
Such a weak sound, utterly feminine. Intoxicating to the male before her. Female Espada did not make such noises. Prone to guttural grunts and growls. All sharp teeth and tearing nails.
This. This was musical, pleading as it was pleasing.
He broke the kiss, allowing her much needed air. His mouth was moving against her jaw now; his head forcing hers back against the wall. A large hand splayed at her hip, its twin sliding up her spine to fist in the brilliant curls at her nape, tugging her head back at an angle.
No gentleness in his touch. There was also not a great deal of pain. Just dominating, demanding need.
His teeth worried the flesh of her throat, nipped sharply behind her ear and she cried out softly. His tongue swept out to soothe tiny hurts, to dance fever inducing circles at the throbbing pulse point of her pale throat
Those slender arms, crept upwards like errant vines to slowly twine about his neck. Her movements slow as though fearful he might push her away.
Feeling her nails scrape lightly against his nape, Ulquiorra drew her ever closer and upwards, forcing her to surrender herself and her weight to him.
Ample breasts crushed to the muscled plane of his chest and he growled against her throat.
A dark reverberation that shot through her.
Orihime felt heat rush through her, over her, surround her. She shivered against the cool wall. When Ulquiorra growled low in his throat again, that primal sound of want and need, she whimpered in response. He was powerful, dangerous... addictive.
She was suddenly aware of one arm, sliding low on her hips, lifting her. Her weight supported by that slender, strong limb and he was attacking her mouth again. Voracious. Hot. Breathtaking. Her legs locked tightly at his hips, the fit of her clothing snapping tight.
Orihime clung to him as he used his other hand and pushed them from the wall, turning and his swiftly silent feet carried them back to her room. She felt tiny, slight and insignificant in his grasp. His mouth had left hers, his eyes fixed ahead. Expressionless.
As though he hadn’t just kissed the near life out of her.
Prompted by some unnamed desire, Orihime rested her head against his shoulder, not certain she wanted to see the path before her.
Accept it, fraught with dangers as it was.
When his free hand slid up her back she lifted her head but his gaze was not on her. She let out a breathy sigh near his ear and when his grip tightened on her she suddenly felt powerful.
In this strange place, nothing made sense.
Ulquiorra was well aware of the inner turmoil clashing in the woman. When first he had seen her, he knew exactly what she was. A weak doll with odd powers that made her a passing curiosity. She would wither and die in the halls of Hueco Mundo.
Then he had been made her keeper. Her protector.
He had tormented her. Watching the innocence of those dove gray eyes harden and shift. He broke down the barrier of hope she had erected. Flinging it from her piece by glittering, fragile piece. He pushed and provoked. For some reason wanting to see her break, wanting to see if she would collect the fragments and emerge stronger.
She had. Not nearly strong enough however. And then duty slowly gave way to instinct. He was her care giver, her protector, her jailer. She was his war, his obligation and then one day…simply his.
Her shivering breaths puffed softly against his throat.
Orihime knew she had to stop this. Had to resist and escape with more than her life. Wanted to be free, wanted to feel, wanted to know what it was like to have the attentions of someone who would die for her, kill for her.
Ulquiorra would not die for her, surely, but he had killed for her. Possibly would again. Ok, she admitted to herself not for her, but for Aizen’s want of her. If she closed her eyes, maybe she could just pretend. Just for a moment.
Everything was cluttered and colors ran together. Right and wrong seemed distant stars now. She missed home, yet if she were gone...would she not also miss this place? How could that be? Her arms tightened around his neck.
She was changing. Inside. Outside. Not all of it for the better.
All too soon, the door to her rooms was flung open with the careless flick of his wrist and Orihime was torn from her dark reverie.
She clenched his shoulders and leaned back, spine stiffening.
Ulquiorra allowed her to slide down the length of his body until her feet touched the floor and she backed from him, arm crossed over her chest as through to ward him off.
Those gray eyes were wide, uncertain. She was wavering. As she should.
Ulquiorra's eyes narrowed on her trembling form and kicked the door shut behind him.
"Woman" he said in that low, quiet tone she was so familiar with, "Come here."
At his words those eyes hardened ever so slightly. He stood still. Waiting. An unspoken challenge.
“Orihime” she bit out softly, face pointed towards the floor, she observed him through her lashes.
He blinked at her. A slow, bored motion that made her angry.
“My name is Orihime.” She said again, stronger now, “Not woman.”
Those eyes lifted and locked on his fully. Her chin jutted out.
“Have you earned the right to be called by it?” he said then, that smooth baritone floating across the small distance between them.
Her lips tightened into a thin line. “Shut up.”
“There are no princesses in Hueco Mundo. Only beings more powerful than yourself and here you are only a woman.”
Somewhere in that moment, she broke.
She flew at him, slapped his pale face hard. The second attack she’d ever launched at him. She raised her hand to strike him once more and he caught her wrist. Trapping her with his eyes and then he tugged her forward and she fell into him.
Her hands flew to his shoulders, her mouth needing and hungry against his. Her kiss artless and innocent but he took it anyway, swiftly gaining control.
He backed her to the low, soft couch and pushed her. He followed her down as she fell. His knees on either side of her hips. She stared up at him for a moment. Her hand lifted to his cheek. His left hand pressed against her ribcage.
He blinked, severing what might have been a moment of tenderness. But she didn’t want that. She wanted all the reasons to hate them she could gather. And she would gather them, like withered flowers in her arms and remember that it was this place, these people that ended the life she had known.
His right hand jerked the zipper front of her clothing down in a sharp tug. Her breasts bouncing free of confinement and he tossed the offending garment over his shoulder. Her hands were scrabbling at his clothing now and he shrugged from the top.
Trembling fingers traced the ridged muscles of his abdomen in wonder. Orihime traced her fingertip lightly over the number four standing so proud against his alabaster flesh. He hissed when her nail slid against the hardened flesh of his nipple.
Orihime dropped her hand as her eyes flew upwards to his face. Those green eyes were like a mystic banked fire. Hot, deadly, far too appealing.
His mouth was on hers again, devouring her in liquid laps of flame. His strong hands slid over her hips before he grasped the material bunched at her hips and tore it in two.
Orihime yelped at the brute force of the action. Her body lifting with the tug, colliding with his. His hands and mouth were everywhere. His hands traced over her collarbone before palming her breasts boldly. Fingers stroking over sensitive nipples, tugging and rolling.
Orihime’s head fell back against the cushions and Ulquiorra traced the column of her throat with his lips. Then his teeth and finally he laid those wet, open mouthed kisses there that she was beginning to like far too much.
His clever fingers pinched a distended pink nipple almost harshly and she cried out at the sensation even as he rolled the abused flesh between his thumb and forefinger. The heat of the small hurt spreading through the flesh. Her thighs pressed together as a strange ache blossomed.
When that delightful mouth fell to her shoulder and his blunt teeth clamped down on her, she wailed for him. Her head turning to press feverish kisses along his smooth jaw. Her hands clumsily finding the ties at his waist and tugged at them.
Ulquiorra stood and in one graceful motion he had tugged free the ties and his pristine hakama pooled on the floor.
Orihime felt moisture well at her lash line. She was afraid of doing this, afraid of so many what ifs.
Ulquiorra watched the play of emotions across her face. Fear, despair, longing, uncertainty, anger, curiosity. Desire.
His pale hand fell to her stomach, long fingers splayed over that vulnerable flesh. He dragged his nails upwards, leaving faint red lines that traced from her navel to the valley between her breasts. When her back arched, a slight, instinctive movement, he covered her once more.
His strong arms forcing her legs apart and he had settled himself between them.
Orihime hissed at the contact of bare flesh to bare flesh. Her hands gripping his upper arms. Ulquiorra’s hands were tormenting her large breasts. Orihime whimpered at the mixture of pleasure and pain he forced upon her. When he tugged her upwards and forced her to straddle his hips, she became aware of that hard length that was pressed between their stomachs.
She wanted to look, dared not.
She glanced downwards to see the patchwork of reds and purples that covered her breasts. Teeth, lips, tongues and fingers teased her mercilessly. She panted, feeling the strange tightening in her lower back and stomach that only came when she touched herself in the night.
Ulquiorra had not touched her in that place. Why was she…?
She felt the tickling feeling of fluids on her inner thighs flushed at the shame.
Ulquiorra felt the tensing of her body, the catch of her breath and dipped his head to suck a nipple harshly into his mouth, at the same time he slid a hand between them, shoved two fingers deeply inside of her body and rotated his thumb over the hardened pearl hiding between her folds.
Orihime felt the world shatter violently and she screamed as she came hard. Her hands holding his head impossibly close to the breast that he had not yet released. Her hips jerked and gyrated against his hand. Vulgar. Primal. Terrible. Wonderful!
Moments later she returned to herself, was aware of him removing his hand from her. The slick sound making her blush to a brilliant crimson.
He shoved her back to the couch, lifted one plump thigh onto his pale hip. He attacked her mouth with his for a moment and she had no warning when he snapped his hips forward.
Ulquiorra was not small and she felt as though he had ripped her apart.
She cried out against lips, his tongue wrapping around that pained cry and swallowing it down. His hand slid over her ribs, an almost soothing gesture. Then he pulled back to the tip and slammed back in. His thrusts were hard, deep, and powerful.
Orihime could do nothing but cling to him. Her cries lifting between them. First from discomfort and then with pleasure as the strange swirling of pleasure pain overcame her. Near her ear, his usually so refined and articulate voice was reduced to growls, grunts, and harsh pants.
He shifted his hold on her, pressing her legs up and back, opening her for a deeper stroke. He closed his eyes and he hit the back of her womb, pausing for a split second before repeating the process. Orihime jerked at the raw sensation, pressed her face against the underside of his chin and felt her toes curl at the bruising loving he was delivering.
When she felt his pubic bone bump harshly against her, stroked that bundle of nerves she went stiff in his arms. Pleasure rolled through her with all the finesse of a freight train. There were no fireworks, no flashing colors like the books always said.
There was tension; unbelievable tension as through her entire body had become a tightly coiled spring. She found her breath locking in her throat. As through breathing might somehow chase away the impending storm.
One final thrust against her sent her flying. The tension released with a sudden snap that make her shout his name hoarsely. Her nails raking across his pale back and she tightened her arms around him. Body rising under his. He merely pinned her with his weight and continued thrusting into her quivering, convulsing body.
She was dimly aware of the hot slide of fluids within her. Of his teeth sinking into the tender flesh of her breast, just above her heart. She cradled his head, giving a choked sob as another orgasm ripped through her. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut and she felt the hot tracks of tears that escaped them.
A long while later she became aware of the soft laps of the Espada’s tongue against her bite. She shifted slightly in his arms, flushing to feel his length still within her. He moved and slid from her body. His green eyes steady on her own gaze.
His hand slid down her stomach as his eyes tracked the passage of tears. He pressed his lips to the bite over her heart. “He may hide here woman,” he murmured to her, his hand pressed against her soaked and throbbing core. Fingers sliding through her folds, “But I reign here.” His lips pressed her temple, “And here.” He pulled back to meet her eyes again. “I will erase him from every part of you.”
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