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The enemy of my enemy	By : ScarlotteOHara Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2395 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A guttural groan tore from her throat as she felt him slide inside her, his cock still coated in her juices from their previous session. She felt him behind her, mounting her, his panting watery, disconnected and she knew the hollow was taking over. Ichigo had been like this for weeks, sometimes it was him and sometimes not, she didn't mind considering who it was and he had comforted her a great deal since the war. At first she had shied away from any physical contact but that had drastically changed one night when his hollow surfaced, finally the pent up frustration, disappointment and anger from the battle were forced to the surface and it seemed as though she was the only one who could calm it. Who could calm the hollow that represented his basest most instinctual desires.

She remembered that night, it was only several weeks after Ichigo had found her, and they slept next to each other; sometimes would wake up entangled but nothing more until she had woken in the middle of the night. He was fitful in his sleep, tossing, turning and pouring sweat; she had woke him up then but was shocked when the eyes that opened weren't warm brown but black with glowing golden pupils. The eyes had blinked before focusing on her never losing their golden light, and she had begun to back away slowly aware that this was his hollow. She flicked the light in the storeroom on and saw the pale skin, the white hair, black nails. Ichigo, who wasn't really Ichigo had stood up with a leer on his face, eyes raking over his body. Ichigo had told her about him, the other side of his power and how he had the tendency to pop up rather unwanted at times. He also mentioned that on numerous occasions his hollow had saved him, he believed the hollow to be a manifestation of his basic instincts and desires, and when he desired to continue to live the hollow stepped in and opened up the proverbial can of whup ass.

"Ya know" he drawled in a voice that sounded like he had gulped lungfuls of water "king ain't gonna do it seein' as you had some trauma lately, but I may." She didn't need to know what IT was, she knew and she began to shake as he strode toward her. He was pulling his clothes off as he approached, letting her see him. He was beautiful, perfect, and she felt her stomach coil at the sight of him. His slender chest with lean muscles, milky white, narrowing into his hips where she saw the indents of the muscles, following them with her eyes they led her downward to his most private area. She had always figured Ichigo would have red hair, but this wasn't Ichigo and the hair was black as midnight, standing out in stark contrast against his pale white erection. She sucked in a breath and met the being's eyes, this still was Ichigo to some degree and maybe she could appeal to him.

"You said king isn't going to do it, but does Ichigo want this?" Ichigo had told her his hollow usually acted on his basest desires, appearing in battles only when he was almost dead due to Ichigo's own will to survive, she had to find out if this was one of those desires. She knew Ichigo well enough to know that he wasn't one to take this lightly, but the war had changed everyone, hardened them, and finding comfort where one could was becoming a necessity. He had done much for her and if he needed this comfort then she would try to give it.

A seeping grin spread across the pale face "oh, king wants ya. Very much so, but yer his friend and he's got his panties in a twist. Screamin in my head right now." He shook his platinum locks, he was truly magnificent in a creepy way, she quit backing up. She tried to relax her breathing, clear her mind before speaking.

She took a deep breath "I'll do it, willingly on one condition."

He cocked his head, eyes curious "yes?"

"That it's not violent. I don't want to be reminded of…" Before she could finish he was on her, his hardness pressing into her, hands ghosting down her back as his mouth found hers. She assumed he had heard her and would meet her conditions as the kiss deepened and she felt no discomfort just gentle licks and nips along her lips as his hands hurriedly worked at her clothing. She was moaning then, she wasn't sure how or why but heard another one pour from her mouth as his mouth moved from hers and nipped her neck. She felt a sharp stab of pain as his incisors got her particularly hard and a few beads of blood were drawn, he ran his tongue over the spot as if in apology as he finally worked her clothing off her. Dropping the offending garments he stood back and she saw the glistening of pre cum on the tip of his length.

"Gorgeous" he said appreciatively, his disconnected voice sending a shiver up her spine. His fingers toyed with her nipples as his mouth pressed fiercely against hers, not quite as gentle as he had been. She felt jolts of pleasure from her breasts reaching deep into her groin and felt dampness between her legs. His hands snaked down her stomach and rested at her sex, nudging her legs apart he lightly pressed a finger against her, she gasped as a shock of pure bliss radiated through her body. Smirking he bent his white head and latched onto a nipple, distracting her while he slowly pressed a finger inside her wet heat. She felt him enter her of course, it wasn't painful just kind of awkward until he curled his finger, she let out a small scream of surprise as her hips bucked on their own accord.

"Do ya mind layin down? It would be easier for us both." His golden eyes still seemed feral to her, like a wild animal no one could tame; but she saw no malice in them. Nodding she complied and stretched herself across the pile of their bedding. He wasted no time and his mouth hungrily found her nipples again, this time he put two fingers inside her gently scissoring them, she moaned as he hit her pleasure center and felt herself being stretched. Slowly his head moved down her chest, kissing the flat expanse of her tanned stomach and resting at the top of her dark curls, eyes looking up at her. He kissed her then, and slowly made his way down into her folds, his tongue laved at her then, greedily drinking her juices as she writhed above him. Still keeping two fingers in her his tongue circled her hardened nub; her hands fisted his white gold hair moaning for the release she didn't know she desired. Her breathing grew louder and louder, and a moan of disappointment escaped her throat when she suddenly felt empty, she looked up annoyed only to discover he was hovering over her now, dripping pearly pre cum onto her stomach. She placed her hands on her hips and pulled him to her, wanting nothing more than to explode on him, he entered her then. She was so wet she hardly felt it, she felt full as he pumped in and out of her, his hands erratically running over her body, her hands clutched tight to his ass holding him as deep into her as possible. She shifted slightly, and then shifted again. He paused and took both her knees and bent them so they were resting on her chest, holding them there by the ankles with one hand he grasped her hip in the other. He entered her again and she gasped as the pleasurable electric feeling coursed through her body again. He smiled and kept his eyes on her, the glittering golden eyes that were so foreign yet beautiful. She reached up cupping the pale cheek in her hand and stretched upwards to taste his lips, he met her halfway never stopping his motion, and as they kissed she felt herself slowly coming undone. She began to scream, to moan, to make sounds she had never thought she could.

Ichigo, or whoever it was at this point smiled ferally and she saw the unbridled lust in his golden orbs, shining down at her as he thrust himself into her pliant body. There rhythm became a whirlwind of flesh slapping and moaning as together they frantically raced toward completion, Tatsuki felt as though she would faint as the floodgates of her pleasure burst open, she felt him then violently take her thrusting deeply as he enabled her to ride out her pleasure, her nails digging into his back, probably drawing blood but she didn't care; she clung onto him for dear life as her walls contracted around him. As she chased her release, riding it to its fullest she heard him groan, low and melodic as he came deep into her, sending hot white jolts into her womb. She lay back panting, wrapping her legs around him as he rested on top of her. She looked up and saw that his hair was slowly changing back to orange and ruffled it gently with her hand, he lifted his face and she was looking into the horrified face of Ichigo.

"Tatsuki! Did I? Did he?" She put a hand on his shoulder as he started to get up, a look of panic on his face.

"I'm ok Ichigo. He said you wanted this, is that true?" A blush crept across Ichigo's face as he nodded and swallowed audibly, she smiled gently. She used her free hand to bring their faces together and kissed him gently, at first he was stiff and then his lips began to move against hers to deepen the kiss.

"Then let it be you this time" she murmured against his mouth. He took her then, as Ichigo and not as his hollow, they both lay sweaty and panting afterward in each other's arms. It had become a regular thing for them to have sex, it was comforting and the only kind of comfort they could offer each other. Tatsuki didn't know if she loved Ichigo, she certainly could appreciate his looks and personality yet she got the feeling they weren't meant for each other; she scoffed at that however given the fact that they may well be the last man and woman on the planet. It seemed to both of them that she was the only person who could however keep his hollow in check and he would occasionally let the hollow take over to have sex with her, under the condition that he be gentle; and he always was. She didn't find his hollow unpleasant at all and found his beauty ethereal, she wasn't scared of him which seemed to be something the being liked. Ichigo was glad that the screaming in his head had died down, and had thanked her many times but truth to be told she enjoyed the coupling with both of them.

They had decided that it was time to travel; supplies were running low so they had packed up and started out. The hollows hadn't left them alone at first and they took turns sitting watch at night. As they continued to cover ground they began to notice piles of dead hollows, while this was troubling it was also a good thing as they began to be able to sleep through the night and not worry about an attack. As they began to see bigger and bigger piles of hollows she saw Ichigo's eyes go black and slowly his body turned pale.

"They're close" said his hollow's watery voice.

"They?"

"The ones who let us go." He took her hand and pulled her into his arms cradling her like a baby as he began to flash step.
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