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What The Eyes Can't See	By : Platinumsabr Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 24944 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Aftereffects

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Tatsuki was growing increasingly heated with each passing step her lover took as his reiatsu pulsed beneath his feet. She was safely nestled in his arms as he used his mastery of Shunpo to get her home after they had passed through the Dangai. It was either he couldn't sense her heat or he was intentionally ignoring it, she didn't know which one she'd rather believe.
Dammit! She whined in her frustrated state of mind, why did that video get me so damn hot!
She had no idea that watching something so intimate, done by them of all people, would have such an effect of her. She wanted that again, she wanted that again and she wanted it now. Their feelings hadn't stopped them from rubbing themselves to one of the greatest orgasms of their young lives in an alley of all places, so why was she hesitating on her feelings when she wanted them relieved so badly? She tried in vain to stop her legs from rubbing together to try and scratch at least some of the itch away from her frustrated sex, and she could only hope that Ichigo didn't notice.
She could feel his body's heat though. His strong hands placed both on her shoulder and under her knees—to carry her in the traditional style recognized as a bride's position in a groom's arms—were radiating his natural heat and power, his strength that flowed into every aspect of him. She couldn't help but feel awed that this powerful creature—who looked way too dashing for his own good; even more than before, now that he was wearing that infuriatingly sexy jacket over his shihakushou—was carrying her in his arms like she could break at any moment. She barely felt any bounce from his leaps at all, that was how careful he was in his handling of her, even as he kept her held possessively against his chest. She loved this, and she would gladly admit it to anyone who asked her.
She was going to have him, she had to. She needed to get rid of this aching fire that was burning so brightly all because of him. Just a little longer…

…
Ichigo may be naïve to most people, but having spent the better part of two days trying to learn as much as he could about the body in his arms, he knew all too acutely what was going on in her body. He could feel each and every motion of her muscles, tense of her legs, pump of her heart, hitch of her breath. God, he could feel every single thing going on in her, including the throb of her sex that felt like boiling heat against the arm held solidly underneath her knees, dangerously close to said nether-regions.
Thanks to his self-training, he was able to keep his heartbeat as close to normal as possible, but he couldn't help but hold her closer on impulse as he felt his own desire start growing within him again. He didn't know why she felt so responsive to his touch or why she seemed to desperate to get home, but whatever it was he hoped it happened again.
He increased his pace two-fold.

…
Even as they entered her room through her window, both occupants of the spiritual realm were on bated breath. Tatsuki because she could barely stand to be within such close proximity to her husband-to-be without tearing his clothes to pieces, and Ichigo…he was anxious because Tatsuki seemed to be anxious. When Tatsuki was anxious things always seemed to happen and happen right away, so he knew whatever she was waiting for was going to happen soon, in fact he was surprised it hadn't happened already, whatever it was. Still, he could feel the waves of emotion rolling off her even as she was set down onto the floor.
Apparently she was done waiting.
He was frozen on the spot as Tatsuki turned around, and he could see the heated ebony of her Hollow's eyes leaking into her own as she eyed him with what he could only describe as hunger. However, he was only given a moment to do that, for right after he found his larger frame pushed against the nearest wall and Tatsuki's lips eagerly sought out his with no force withheld. It was one of the single most strangest things he had ever felt in his life—being pushed against a wall by a girl—but at the same time, her passion was what drew him to her in the first place and he loved it. She was tiptoed up to meet his lips but he allowed himself to relax so he was hunched down to her level.
And she responded by ripping off his shihakushou's shirt and all but tearing the new white jacket off his chest.
That was when 'control' officially became a thing of the Past.
Ichigo may not have been as aroused as she was when she had initiated this wonderful bout, but being the male he was, her actions quickly sparked every savage instinct within him that told him exactly what she wanted and exactly what he should take.
And that was also when a white-haired being awoke curiously, only to smile maniacally soon after. He would see his Queen soon.
Returning the favor, Ichigo ferociously tore Tatsuki's shirt from her body from his position pinned by her and she just shrugged the garment off like it had been bothering her all along, thus giving him full permission to tear the bindings holding her confined breasts in place with just as much needy force. She cooed in relief when her chest was freed by the fullest extent of her lover's passion and the two bare-chested Shinigami molded themselves to each other to continue their erotic dance.
Even as this was happening, he loved one other thing just as much. He loved her eyes, especially when they were closed in contentment and need as they kissed, but the eyes as deep as coal were always entrancing to him. There was just something about the way they were when they transformed though. Emotions became as base as it was possible, and as such they were easily readable. Moreover, whenever those black eyes gave way to yellow he couldn't deny the way some part of him wanted to take her on the spot. He briefly wondered if his eyes looked the same when he tapped into his Hollow's power, but he quickly discarded the thought, or it was lost—either way he didn't know, or care for that matter—when Tatsuki prodded his lips apart and their tongues started twisting in tune to each other.
He could feel her erratic heartbeat thumping wildly against her breast and he felt it just as surely as she did because of her closeness. The feel of her nude flesh against his again after what seemed like an eternity, while it had only been a couple of days at most and less than that if he counted their encounter in the alley, caused his blood to redirect itself even faster down to the already hardening flesh held so damnably in place by his hakama and underwear.
Tatsuki seemed to sense this, quite easily considering she had been waiting for that specific piece of anatomy to press against her, and the smallest of breaks was taken from their kiss; long enough to fling his obi somewhere unimportant and watch as his pants fell to the ground, only to be joined by his undergarments seconds later as she pulled them down. She had waited long enough, too long even in her opinion, and she wanted their completion more than she had wanted anything for a long time. That damn video kept mingling with her own memories, bringing her back to that time when Ichigo had bared not his body, but his very emotional core to her in the form of his tears. Her viewpoint kept changing through it, just like the video, but she was still feeling everything from exactly where she had been at that time. Being turned on to the extent of climax without actual penetration, it was so gratifying and surprising at the same time she wanted to experience the real thing again. She needed it; oh did she ever need it.
She made a mental note to kill the Shinigami Women's Association, but when Ichigo reciprocated her advances with twice the force, that changed into thanking them with her entire being. She soon found herself thrown from her place pinning him against the wall, to bounce slightly on the bed before his nude body was now pinning hers to the mattress like a wild animal catching its prey. Somehow her physical body had been moved to slump against the wall instead of where it had been on her bed, but she knew when Ichigo wanted to, he could move so fast seeing him do anything would be a miracle.
He was much less kind in his removal of her lower clothes than she was; tearing them from her like they were paper, but in the frenzied state she was, it only turned her on more. Their glowing gold eyes met only momentarily before their bruised lips met once again and suddenly screams of gratification could be heard from the room as their bodies met just as suddenly as their lips.
Tatsuki couldn't describe what she was going through as her first climax rippled through her the moment their bodies met so unexpectedly. Even after their repeated acts throughout the extended time where they had first made love, he still felt so alien within her, but at the same time it was as if a piece of herself was returning. She loved the way she felt herself be stretched and filled by him, only to leave her empty and lonely for a short period of time before that incredible fullness assaulted her again and ignited nerve upon nerve, in turn sending shockwaves of pleasure resonating through every particle of her body. His rough breaths and heavy groans as he pumped into her were like music to her ears and the way his chest scraped against hers to try and have as much bodily contact as was humanly—or maybe in their case, inhumanly—possible was overloading her mind.
Ichigo made it his goal to stay in some sense of rationality even as he tried to make Tatsuki a permanent part of the bedding beneath her, caressing and massaging every available part of exposed flesh as he supported himself above her. He could feel the sweat trickle down into his eyes but he couldn't bring himself to care. All he could feel, all he could taste, all he could hear, all he could see, even all he could smell was the woman beneath him convulsing in bliss as he struggled to hold back his release. She was so beautiful, so passionate, and she had somehow managed to get him more aroused with her actions than he had ever been prior to knowing her in the sense he did now.
He found her force exceptionally arousing—something he wasn't sure he should be worried about or not—and her blatantly welcoming responses to the force he used to counter hers pushed him closer to the edge than he cared to admit. Around her he didn't need to be afraid to let himself go, he didn't need to hold himself back, but it had become so habitual to him over the course of his time as a Shinigami it took her to specifically unleash that part of him. She was still as tight as he remembered and her perfectly trained muscles were trying to milk him for all he was worth even as he tried to hold off. He knew she had released at least once already, and he knew he could go more than one round, but he wanted to keep this glorious pace forever.
That wasn't to be however, because when Tatsuki gripped his shoulders just as she had before and bit into the flesh of his neck to try and muffle the intense scream that was just torn from her as her body once again succumbed to the pleasure it was going through, the unusual pain of her teeth set him off as well and he released his seed deep into her womb, barely remembering he was still on top of her as he rode out the waves of euphoria before he altered his fall to lay down beside her instead of collapsing on top of her.
As they lay together recovering, still unable to revert their transformations, the two Vizards eyed each other hungrily, but at the same time that same gaze held love and contentment. Eyes truly are the windows to the soul, and they knew that better than anyone else. These were the eyes of two truly in love.
Ichigo couldn't help but smirk when he saw Tatsuki's eyes trail down his body to end heatedly on his still hard erection. Even if the situation hadn't been so impossibly arousing, there was no way he was going to leave it at just once. As the moonlight cascaded over their bodies, Tatsuki wordlessly crawled down his body until her hot breath was tickling the flesh of the throbbing organ. Ichigo knew what she was going to do, and some part of him wanted to tell her it was unnecessary, but seeing the moist petals of her womanhood directly, if not unknowingly, over his face erased all thoughts from his mind but which ways he could use to send her toppling over the edge of oblivion again.
Tatsuki meanwhile, was trying to get up the resolve to touch the pulsing sex in front of her. She had never been this close to this part of the male anatomy before, and she had only been able to see it in short glimpses before her thoughts were directed so pleasurably elsewhere, but now that she was able to see it so clearly in the ethereal light of the moon, the only thought on mind was: How did that manage to fit in me!
As intimidated by the task in front of her as she was, she wasn't going to allow herself to back down when Ichigo had tried his hardest to make her completely at ease with their togetherness when they first started to explore the realm of sexuality with each other. She was slowly leaning forward when she felt a wet line being drawn on one of her inner thighs, tickling the smooth skin ever so close to her wet sex. She muffled a moan and realized where exactly she had placed her most intimate area when she had made her trek down to his smooth cock. It didn't end there, soon his tongue started tracing designs over her thighs and around her womanhood with the sensuality only achieved by someone in love, but ignored the place that wanted his attention more than anything.
Gathering her pride and her courage into herself, she took her first hesitant lick to the flesh in front of her and instantly she felt herself be penetrated by his warm tongue, causing her to unintentionally cry out and engulf his erection in her mouth as she jerked forward from his action. This in turn caused a low moan to be drawn from Ichigo and it reverberated into her core like a lightning bolt, exacting the same action from her onto him. Suddenly it seemed to dawn on them both what an excellent position they were both in and their Hollow's instincts took over, pushing them on with their trademark enthusiasm.
As previously uncrossed lines were traversed, experiments started taking place to see what kind of reactions they could evoke from their partner. Ichigo knew he had found one place that caused her to shiver no matter what, so he took it upon himself to torture that little pebble right above her slit with every manner of prodding imaginable. He would suckle it one moment, then relentlessly thrash it with his tongue the next, and as the body above him reacted so vibrantly to these actions and conveniently caused new things to be done to his pleasure center, it only made him more determined to push her over that edge before he lost it.
He knew she was always vocal, and she took great pride in her ability to make him just as loud, but right now those moans and screams were muffled by the most sensitive part of his anatomy and it was driving him crazy. At the pace they were going he knew he wasn't going to last near as long as she was so he redoubled his efforts on her womanhood as his hands massaged her strong thigh muscles situated so opportunely by the area he was worrying into redness. Then his hypersensitive eyes spied a place he hadn't dared to venture as of yet, but if he remembered correctly from his biology books, there were supposed to be so many unused nerves there that were they to be ignited by some outside force…
A smile became molded into her flesh from his face.
Tatsuki was still rapidly becoming addicted to the act she was currently performing when she felt a strong finger push into her folds. She was more than wet enough for the intrusion and she quickly moaned in appreciation at the unexpected move, still accompanied by his ever-adventurous tongue. He started twisting and bending the digit however, massaging sensitive flesh that had only been touched by what she currently had between her lips. If she didn't know any better, he was trying to get his finger as wet as possible.
And God help her if he wasn't succeeding, for his ministrations had her trembling on top of him, and had she not been supported by his hands, her knees would have given out on her. Now that she thought about it, it wouldn't be that bad if they did anyway. She would just be that much closer to Ichigo. She soon groaned when the welcome appendage was removed but she felt him start to trace a small line up her buttocks until he was pressing rather insistently against her other hole. Her eyes widened when she realized what he was going to do and she almost removed herself to voice her weak protest, but with the amount of lubrication he had on his finger it slid in easily before she could do any of that.
She stopped completely at the sudden action, but when it suddenly started moving and massaging the completely virgin flesh of her ass, it was like a bullet had been fired right at the center of her brain that regulated the amount of pleasure one should be able to feel without going insane.
That center had just been destroyed and she waved goodbye happily.
Tatsuki, forgetting completely about what she was doing, screamed as loud as she could as her inner muscles tightened spastically around both his tongue and his finger and she came harder than she ever had before, even though she preferred actual intercourse to what they were doing right now. She wasn't objecting to it though, oh hell no, she was loving it.
The vibrations of her glass-shattering scream went somewhere other than the air, and Ichigo hadn't anticipated that. Suddenly it was like his whole body was shaking from those vibrations and all restraint was lost. Holding back was not an option any more and he released with a gruff shout even as his mouth and chin were bathed in her heated honey.
Tatsuki was surprised when she felt the hard flesh in her mouth twitch before her reward from her husband-to-be was given. She knew what it was and she knew what Ichigo had done to her, and to be honest she found she had the same reaction as him. While it wasn't an extremely appealing taste, there was something about it that kept her from being disgusted. It was salty and bitter, but only to a certain extent, because it was even sweet to her—or maybe a certain part of her—but then there was the heat of it, and that changed it into something she recognized instinctively as Ichigo. She also knew on that same instinctive level that she had been the one to accomplish her lover's completion, and though that may seem obvious, to the half-Hollow Shinigami, it was given a whole new meaning. As she rode out the bliss from her own orgasm and the incredible pleasure that giving pleasure to her partner had given her, she twisted around and looked back at the glassy-eyed Hollowized Ichigo as she smiled at him before with deliberate motions, wiped the white substance that had managed to escape her lips from her chin and swallowed.
Ichigo went rigid in every way possible.
Tatsuki didn't know what she had unleashed, but then those glowing golden eyes seemed to zero in on her with the intensity of the raging golden sun. In what seemed like a second Tatsuki felt herself float through the air until she was set harshly on her hands and knees. The shock of the change in position might have been enough for the equally-transformed woman, had she not been entered from behind with the same brutal force she loved to use right after.
"OH GOD!"
Even though she had just climaxed, she found herself rapidly nearing that peak again as Ichigo braced his hands on her breasts as he molded his chest to her back and thrust into her. Every part of her seemed to resonate with him, her zanpakutou, her Hollow, herself in its entirety. She was reeling in everything that was her lover as her world disappeared except the fullness and emptiness that changed places at a furious pace as he pumped in and out of her with nothing restrained. She couldn't get enough, and she thought she was going to die from the intense thrum that was pounding into her mind as the pleasure almost turned into pain in its potency.
That was when he hit something different, something she didn't even think she had before that first contact. It wasn't her clitoris, because that was a sharp spike of pleasure that stiffened all her muscles at contact; this was something that once hit, turned her body to jelly as the pleasure rolled over her like a rising wave that only got larger as he continued to hit that spot over and over again. Her toes were beginning to lose feeling and all she could do was curl them as her arms gave out on her and bliss incarnate washed through her as she tried to shout but no sound came from her throat.
She had heard of the expression 'seeing stars' before, but she had never believed it absolutely until her climax rippled through her as that wave from his thrusts never stopped. It felt like her entire body had rejected her control and every muscle gave out on her, inevitably causing her to collapse onto the bed as that same pleasure refused to leave her.
She could have almost wept in its beauty.
It was like Ichigo had wrapped himself around her and all she could feel was him; his strength, his loyalty, his overwhelming sense of justice. It was like she had been submerged in Ichigo's mind and all it wanted to do was give her everything she deserved, to reel in passion and ecstasy, and that was exactly what she was doing. In her own heaven, she felt Ichigo's release and it warmed her insides. She smiled sedately as he fell on top of her, still embedded in her core, and whispered the words her heart wouldn't let her forget.
"I love you."
Somehow, Ichigo managed to roll their positions so she was laying on his chest again—she couldn't even move on her own anymore, in fact she could feel nothing but the buzz of pleasure constantly alighting her nerves and the fact that he was still inside her—and his heavy breathing lulled her into a state of near-sleep, but not before she heard his response as he too surrendered to the abyss of slumber.
"I love you too."
She fell asleep, exhausted and satiated, with a smile on her face.

…
Renji didn't know what had gotten into Rukia, but whatever it was he hoped to God it got into her again. He had never seen Rukia so heated before, and as the smaller body bounced on top of him as her nails bit into his tattooed chest, Renji was on Cloud Nine. Sure, Rukia may not be the most endowed woman in Soul Society, and her height was barely enough to call her an adult even though she was almost two-hundred.
But she was a woman.
A hot, sexy, woman. Her breasts may not be large, but they were perfectly formed and plump enough for any man to find attractive, fit perfectly for the size of her body. She was trim and athletic, muscled and soft, and the fact that the man beneath her had known her since she was a child and he had loved her just as long, she was the epitome of perfection to him, as any woman was to her man.
Still, as she squeezed and pumped him as she continued to ride him with abandon, sweaty midnight hair flying around her head while she moaned openly, she had never looked more stunning to the red-haired man gripping her hips to help her along as he gritted his teeth together and his bright red hair lay unbound around his head.
He would never forget this night.

…
White hair melded seamlessly with strawberry-blonde as the two bodies collided in a reckless charge for the embodiment of love that they knew they could reach together. Their lips were all but a blur as they pumped against each other as Rangiku Matsumoto found herself in a position most women of Soul Society would give their left arm for: Toshiro Hitsugaya pinning them to a wall while trying to make their lungs come out their mouth as he thrust into them.
His sea-green eyes were dark with lust and sweat had long taken the spikes from his hair and it lay around his face in choppy waves as he forced her mouth against his once again. Her taste was addicting, infuriating, maybe even inebriating, and it was all he could do not to bruise those beautifully full lips hiding that deep, lustful voice that kept egging him on for more. She liked it fast and hard and he was one of few people that would be able to give that to her for an extended period of time, and their bodies fit perfectly together even as her enormous breasts flattened against his chest as he drew in with more force. He knew better than anyone that those fleshy globes were extremely sensitive on the sensual woman and he used that to the best of his genius ability, something Rangiku thought was more than wonderful. There were benefits to dating a genius.
Her thoughts may not be totally correct though, because at the moment she couldn't think of anything other than the lust-filled creature that had taken over her lover and captain's body. She would have congratulated herself had she been able to, because no one else except Rangiku Matsumoto would have been able to arouse her Shiro so quickly and so catastrophically. Her sensual voice was breaking and stuttering from the extent of her cries, but she loved when he did this to her. To feel the complete being they created when they joined and physically displayed how much they loved the other, even to the point of losing control to get that point across.
Even before he had so spontaneously grown, the young man had been a force to be reckoned with, and now even more so. He hit places within her not one of her other lovers ever had, though granted the number was surprisingly few compared to what most people would guess. Making love with her Shiro gave her a high alcohol never could, made all the sweeter by the love and desire radiating between them like reiatsu. For a man with absolute domain over ice and water, he was burning her gloriously from the inside out with the hottest of flames, setting off nerve after nerve in pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
Her ice-blue eyes sought out his and the eye contact combined with the jolting of their bodies sent them crashing over the edge of orgasm once more. He had shown her the other uses of that couch she usually slept on, as well as his desk, her desk, and finally the wall. He was as insatiable as she was and the only thought that actually held itself together in her jumbled mind was: I know what Tatsuki went through now!
A quick Shunpo to the bed in the room connected to the captain's chambers by her white-haired lover and that thought too was discarded to oblivion.
It would seem the old saying about 'quiet ones' wasn't reserved to just women.

…
Uryuu Ishida prided himself on his ability to get his lover to at least one climax before they actually made love, but tonight that wasn't even given a chance. He had never known Orihime to be so forceful, or so—he blushed even as he thought the word—horny. She had practically jumped him when he had opened his door and though he was surprised, he was also a healthy, red-blooded male. It didn't take much to get him going, but his control was usually much stronger than he found it now.
Orihime was a gasping and mewling tangle beneath him as he pulled his tapered hips back to drive into her again from behind. She was fond of this position for some reason but he wasn't one to complain, especially when he knew—even with all his Quincy pride—that she was the one person that was probably the furthest from his reach. He was completely undeserving of her love, even though in his more arrogant moments he might entertain the thought that he had earned her love.
He sill couldn't believe it was this woman before him that was making him strangle his airways else he cry out in bliss; her who was gasping and moaning from his actions; her who was crying out her love for him every time their bodies collided. He had been cultivating her old personality back to life from Aizen's depression, and over the course of that he found just how much love she was capable of, and how much passion.
He dragged his skilled fingers over the flesh of her shoulder-blades to draw under her torso to her shaking breasts and gave her nipples expert rubs with just the amount of force he knew she liked. Her whimpered cry as she put her fist in her mouth to cover it confirmed he had succeeded in his efforts.
Her orange hair glimmered in the moonlight and off both of their pale bodies as he flipped her over to see her eyes lost in love as they made the emotion a physical thing. Their kiss was needy and unexpected, but it was explained when they used that contact to muffle their cries of ecstasy as they jumped off that ledge together.
Their rest period couldn't be over sooner in their minds.

…
As the steam of the wooden sauna hung in the air around them, the squashy sound of two bodies meeting each other could be heard. The wood floor was warmed to the same extent as the benches they found themselves on, and for once they were glad they had the authority for some alone time.
As his muscled hands sought out her breasts while they placidly rocked together as they laid their heads on the other's shoulder as they sat coupled together on one of the benches, she had never felt safer. She had never felt strong except under her captain's praise, but she had found someone that made her feel that strength outside of her division, someone that she never expected she would have been able to catch. As her dainty fingers traced the scars on his face and she whispered how much she loved him, he responded by placing those fingers in his mouth and kissing each one gently as he drove up into her harder.
He once considered it a shame how little most of the Soul Reapers knew what a great body was hiding behind her shihakushou, but now that she was his, he didn't mind that one bit. He was the only one allowed to caress the ample flesh of her bosom or feel the finely trimmed silver hair lining her moist core. She was trained to know the body of both male and female to the most ludicrous degree, but when she had first used that knowledge on him during one of their more passionate bouts of lovemaking, he could only thank God for the Fourth Division's strictness in their training. She knew things on him even he didn't know existed, and she began teaching him in the ways of her body as well. He put that to use each and every time they met as his knowledge grew more and more, and her body became more like a work of art to his eyes rather than the body it was supposed to be.
For being so timid and shy, she was loud in bed, but there were exceptions. Exceptions like right now, where all they wanted to accomplish by making love was expressing that emotion to the other. He knew a woman ignited by the sight of love when he saw one, so he could only wonder what had set her off. It didn't bother him too much though, as her tight heat engulfing his sex made it hard to breathe, let alone think. She had absolute control over every single muscle on her body, and sometimes the things she could do to him even though she remained motionless completely blew him away.
That was what was happening to him now. Her muscles were contracting and massaging his manhood like a pair of hands that were softer than clouds and as warm as her lips. He played with her beaded braid absentmindedly as they kissed delicately again, and her cry of warning was all he needed to pick up the pace so he could join her in her release.
Shuuhei Hisagi had finally found love in someone he had never thought of as a potential candidate, until she was treating his wounds with that endearing blush on her face.
And as she rocked her hips onto his erection harder, the stunningly nude body of Isane Kotetsu was revealed as their climaxes ripped through them even though their pace had been slower than usual. Her damp silver hair accentuated her dark eyebrows floating peacefully over her loving eyes as she traced the numbers on her lover's cheek softly. He had convinced her she was beautiful, he had convinced her she was worth fighting for, and he had even sat quietly as she embarrassedly told him about her nightmares and had since tried his hardest to keep them at bay.
She had found everything she had ever wanted, and it was all thanks to Captain Unohana deliberately assigning her to his recovery after a near-fatal fight with a Menos Grande.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head back down on his shoulder to plant moist kisses on his neck as she restarted her hips' motions and reveled in the feelings they created.
Ichigo and Tatsuki were the farthest things from her mind.

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All she had ever known was pain and compliance. It was hid well behind her demure smile and innocent appearance, but everyone knew that was what she was. It was what she had been made to do after all. She was a doll, something never meant to feel the emotions she had, and something never meant to be in the position she was now in.
She didn't even know how it had started. She was starved for the loving attention no one ever paid her; she craved a gentle touch rather than the cold tools that had formed her. She had heard the stories about him, and so she had approached him one day. She could still remember the shock on his face as well as the blush that threatened to light up the dark room he was cleaning, but he had complied. Her beauty made that easy.
However, she never expected him to be as gentle as he had been, and still was. He was like a worshipper reverently cleaning an altar. He treated her not like some fake soul, or some naïve girl, he treated her like something made of the finest porcelain, something that should be treasured forever.
She didn't think—being the stories all proclaimed he was a pathetic virgin—that he would know as much about her body as he had shown her he did. All she had craved was a single touch from someone not out to hurt her, but instead he had given her the touch of a lover to a goddess, giving her not only the touch, but the necessary emotions behind it. These emotions were just as shy as he was, almost hesitant to reveal themselves to her, but their warmth still seeped in to her just from his adoring eyes as she first stripped for him. She had never felt like she had power before, but he made her feel like she ruled the world. He sent her into tremors with his highly trained hands and made her lightheaded with the words of love he whispered into her ear as he pounded into her.
She had never known love before, it was an emotion she was untrained to deal with, but she couldn't help but think that that was what she felt whenever she saw him, even if it wasn't to make love. He never said the words directly, but she could tell just from the way he looked at her. He uttered every single thing he could but those words to her, but his actions spoke far louder than any words ever could. She had seen how her master treated his subjects, and this man did nothing like that, instead he seemed to follow Ichigo's lead, wanting nothing more than to send his woman to heaven.
That video had aroused her at the time she recorded it, but seeing it again and the effect it was having on the others at the time, told her she wasn't wrong in feeling like that when she had. So she had looked for him after they had finished viewing the whole thing, she knew now that it wasn't wrong to feel need from something like that.
The man currently expertly massaging her breasts in ways she had never thought possible as he pushed himself harder into her core, was doing an excellent job of alleviating that need. She always wondered why she felt the urge to make sounds, but once again he had assured her it was normal and—with a blush on his face, naturally—he had even confessed to her that he would like it if she did. She had no problems with that request; in fact it had been extremely hard for her to keep quiet in the first place and she found that the louder she was, the harder he tried, so it was little wonder she loved being as loud as she could.
Her body was convulsing under his unrelenting thrusts, and the shy young man had officially become her lover again. She was always astounded by the transformation he seemed to go through once he knew they were alone. He may always be shy and quiet like her, but behind closed doors he would do everything in his limited power to make her scream in bliss rather than the pain she had known all her life. Based on the amount of knowledge he had about bodies, that limited power suddenly turned into an unlimited resource and she was constantly amazed at what he could do to her.
She moaned as he hit a particularly sensitive spot and leaned down to gently suckle one of her nipples. She was always ready for him no matter what the time, but she knew he would only comply if she wanted it. It was like he was afraid to hurt her should he take the initiative, but once that was taken he had no qualms about sending her over the edge in any way possible.
She screamed when her body finally lost it and she climaxed all over their joined hips, but he merely smiled lovingly before he bit his lip and groaned loudly as his release overtook him as well. He did something he had never done before this time though, this time he sat up against the headboard of the bed and lifted her light body up with him until she was softly resting against his chest as he stroked her dark unbound hair.
Yes, she had never known love, but feeling the intense sense of warmth that wasn't meant to arouse her, but calm and soothe her, she was sure this was what it was. She curled up into his chest—aware of the fact that they were still joined—and cuddled to him closer as their bodies satisfied each other without movement even being needed. As she nodded off to sleep as he held her lovingly, she smiled a smile that held genuine emotion, an emotion she had only recently come to recognize.
"Thank you…Hanatarou." And with that, she shut her beautiful ebony eyes and fell into a peaceful sleep, safe in the truth of his arms around her.
The long haired young man smiled tenderly as his eyes beheld the glory in his arms, who was sleeping so peacefully it was as if she had never experienced all the pain that previously defined her life. "I love you, Nemu."
Someday he would gather up the strength to say it to her while she was still awake.

…
Thus, the night was ended in the heated passion of the couples.

…
Life was normal on Sunday and soon Monday had rolled around, where school awaited them like some diabolical torturer wringing their hands in delight. Of course, that was normal to the teens, and they were so content from Saturday's events that they really couldn't care about anything. However, that didn't mean they didn't hear all the whispers being said by the other students as they looked on. Last Friday's events had obviously spread over the entire school, and since both people involved were famous—or infamous in Ichigo's case—everyone was talking. From the bullies to the nerds, everyone knew what had happened between the two fearsome twelfth graders.
Needless to say some comments set Tatsuki off more than a few times and it was an amusing sight to see Ichigo trying to hold back his fiancé from pounding on some foolish classmate unfortunate enough to be within earshot as the rumors grew. There were even some that said she was pregnant and that was why he was marrying her, after all, they had heard that the teacher had been quite upset about something to that effect.
Ichigo had to restrain himself before he fired off a few Ceros.
Finally, the bell rang and school started.

…
It was near the end of school, and so when Miss Ochi went up smugly to her spot teaching the class before lunch, there was an air of hesitancy around the entire class. They knew what was going to happen today and they weren't anticipating it in the least, everyone but the ones that had actually done their work.
"Okay ladies and gerbils! Today we're going to have you all present your 'life' demonstrations!" A simultaneous groan was issued from most of the students. "Hey! I gave you this assignment at the beginning of the year! You had all this time to summarize your life in something. It could be something important to you, something that represents you, whatever! But you should have it done!" Her eyes blazed maniacally and they all scooted back in their seats.
So one by one the firing squad was unleashed on the terrified students as they helplessly displayed their items—most with a good deal of shame at having forgotten the important assignment until now. There were some interesting ones though.
Uryuu proudly displayed an ornate silver bow, which he told everyone he made himself. That earned the awed gasps of more than a few students and even the teacher herself. They didn't understand why he chose that particular item as a representation of his life, and since he didn't elaborate any even though they all were given the chance to do so, they didn't get any closer to that understand. All but his close friends however.
Chad's was probably the most obvious, as he brought up a metal shield shaped suspiciously like his right arm's real form. His explanation? Simple. "I live to protect."
Orihime's was…red bean paste. That got a lot of laughs of understanding. That was Orihime Inoue in a nutshell all right, strange but oddly attracting. Uryuu would later whisper to her that just like her item, she tasted good too once you tried it. She would turn redder than her hair in response of course. She hadn't thought of that when she had picked her item.
Rukia's was surprising to some, but snicker-inducing to others. It was a little plush snow rabbit. She managed to hold up her act for school though, and didn't smash the faces of the people who laughed at her into the floor.
Tatsuki's…no big surprise. Fighting gloves. That summed it up well enough, and her glare was enough to quiet anyone about to make a smart comment.
It was almost lunch time, but Miss Ochi called one more person up. "Okay Kurosaki, I'm wondering what yours'll be!"
Ichigo rolled his eyes. "I have a couple if you don't mind, but I need to go get my first one from the metalworks shop," he explained calmly.
Miss Ochi was startled by his comment, but wordlessly acquiesced and allowed him to rush off to shop class and back. When he walked into the room holding a long black katana held in an equally dark yet still gleaming sheath, Miss Ochi had to recollect her jaw from the floor before she could speak again. "Isn't that illegal Kurosaki!"
Ichigo smiled. "Nah, I've had a permit for one of these things for a while. How do you think I was allowed to make it?" Thank you again, Hat-and-Clogs! He thought smugly.
Once again, jaws hit the floor. That gleaming thing had been handmade!
When Ichigo unsheathed it, everyone's jaw hit the floor. It was identical to Tensa Zangetsu in every respect, right down to the broken chain dangling off the hilt. The black sword caught the light and made the sharp black edge appear white to the onlookers, but its darkness was indisputable. It was still a beautiful sword even if it was just as imitation of his zanpakutou, and the teacher still couldn't speak.
"This would have to be one of the best representations of my life," Ichigo began passively. "My life has been one battle after another but it speaks for everyone else too. In order to get anything in this life you have to fight for it, and without weapons at your disposal the fight will be for nothing. Doesn't matter if it's a job interview, a test, or an actual enemy, you have to have some kind of weapon on you at all times in order to survive life; even if that weapon is your mind it doesn't matter. I've learned to fight for what I believe in and for what I want, and so this is my representation. This is my sword."
Miss Ochi gulped audibly. "That…certainly is an impressive item Kurosaki…"
"Oh can it!" one of outdated bullies yelled out mockingly as he threw an apple from his lunch at the orange-haired teen up front.
The only warning as to what was about to happen was the narrowing of his deep brown eyes at the offending fruit flying towards his head. Other than that, the swift movements of his arm as he straightened his grip on the physical—rather than spiritual—sword were a blur to those watching, until like it had been stopped by a wall, the apple fell harmlessly into Ichigo's outstretched hand as the other hand easily twirled the long katana using the broken chain on one finger.
"However…" Ichigo began darkly as he set the fruit down on his teacher's desk and walked back to the center of the room, "if that person doesn't know how to use that weapon, it's as good as useless." His eyes motioned over to the apple he had set down as he stopped his sword's movement and used the tip to lightly touch the top of the apple.
All eyes turned to the seemingly fine piece of produce.
That was when it split into twelve perfectly segmented pieces and the core remained untouched as it fell to the center of the fruit that had formed a circle in its fall.
The entire class—minus his friends—was staring at the apple in awed horror, that was until the sound of the door opening and slamming quickly was heard, along with aforementioned bully running out said door as the smell of urine permeated the air. The looks of awe at Ichigo quickly turned to disgust and laughter.
The dyed freak had wet his pants.
Miss Ochi tried to compose herself, even though she herself was wondering how he became so proficient with such an archaic weapon, and how he had gained the skill to make it in the first place. "You…you said you have something else too, right Kurosaki?" She didn't know how much more she could take.
Ichigo's near-grin at his classmate's exit returned to his normal light scowl and he nodded solemnly. "Yeah, I wrote a poem."
If a bomb had gone off in the middle of the room, no one would have noticed it.
Rukia grinned and shook her head in her palm. His idol was William Shakespeare after all.
"A-And when did you do this?"
He shrugged. "Yesterday."
The entire class fell on their faces, but the signal to proceed was given nonetheless. What none of the class was expecting however was for Ichigo to go deathly quiet. There was a change in the air; something they had never felt before, a seriousness more solemn than they had ever known from him suddenly in place. Then in a voice rich and full of emotion—his one parting gift to his class—he began his poem.

.

"Life is boring and dull

Even in death the poor spirits moan

Thinking I could help them

I really should have known

.

But that part of life is behind me

Now death's scent has become my own

I can help those useless spirits

Thanks to a once unlawful loan

.

Battles became my afterlife

Close calls became my norm

People suffered for my debt

Yet I had to pay for my form

.

Enemies were all around me

Some too strong to comprehend

I had to get much stronger

So a sword to my will would I bend

.

I've seen the fragments of my soul

Every one as sharp as steel

But each one was oh-so brittle

Only one could release the seal

.

Remembering back on that troubled time

Where heartbreak ruled that road

One fragment refused to shatter

One fragment felled that foe

.

My debt was paid but still I lost

More problems laid in wait

Pure carnage lived within me

My control it longed to break

.

Now Darkness is supposed to be evil

And Light is supposed to be right

But I've seen the deadliest darkness

It was cloaked in guise of white

.

Power is the most tempting suitor

For it reality is replaced with acts

But when the false light falls away

Darkness is left as its true fact

.

I fought through all my hardships

But never was I alone

That single fragment shone brightly

Even when I was forced onto my throne

.

That fragment I thought I threw away

I thought I lost it long ago

What first escaped my knowledge

What I didn't, now I know

.

It first shone the time I saw her

Even as my body met the floor

It waned and slept soon later

When my smiles met death's door

.

The child's fragment faded

Lay repressed down in his heart

But did slightly reawaken

When for his sake, death itself was torn apart

.

But yet that fragment dimmed in time

With problems too large to ignore

Still that fragment never died

It held its place unmoving as my core

.

The fragment that stayed unshaken

The one that bent the moon to my resolve

Appeared again in the strangest of places

When in fact it was not strange at all

.

The battles are not over

But the debt I did repay

The fragment went back to what it first found…

The only heart where mine can stay."

.
His friends—the only group that had kept their cool as he showed off with his sword—were just as stunned as their classmates this time. He had the body of a warrior, the soul of a lover, and the heart of a poet. What he had just said so passionately was his life, bared to its most basic simplicity. It spoke of everything he had ever been through, and even confessed his more intimate feelings about Rukia. But it also revealed something they had never known. It had been the shard that held his soul's love that was able to defeat Zangetsu so he could achieve Bankai. Instinct always had reason, a desire to fight had to be justified otherwise there was no point to it in the first place. It was love that drove those instincts, the desire to protect foremost in each swing of his sword.
And it spoke without a shadow of a doubt that he loved, and had loved, Tatsuki, who herself was near tears.
Miss Ochi was stunned into speechlessness. It sounded more like something out of a fiction novel than someone's life, but she couldn't get over how much emotion he had put into each line, like he believed with all of his heart that that was what had happened to him throughout his life so far. He had succeeded in a poet's greatest challenge: getting the audience to believe what they were hearing was true. Even though it sounded ludicrous to her mind, to her heart and soul she wasn't able to audibly disavow his poem without sounding like an idiot. She could see the looks on her students' faces as well, and she knew each and every one of them matched hers.
"Very…very good, Kurosaki. You may take your seat; after all, I'm surprised you even showed up today being that you've missed the first of each month for the entire year so far. I guess it was worth the wait, considering you brought along such a wonderful work of art."
Ichigo and Chad paled. "It's the…first?" He asked hesitantly as his eyes betrayed the growing terror that was just dawning on him.
"Well yeah, only a few more days left of school until you all graduate! Haven't you been keeping track of the days?" she responded confusedly.
Ichigo beat down the blush wanting to rise on his cheeks. Ever since he had been with Tatsuki the days seemed to go both slower and faster at the same time, even melding into each other at times. He had completely lost track of time.
"U-uh, I'm sorry! Suddenly I'm not feeling so well so I gotta go!"
He rushed out the door but soon after a loud yell was heard, and it wasn't Ichigo's voice.
"ITHI~~~~~GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Then Ichigo came tumbling backwards into the room from the green-haired projectile that had launched herself at his stomach.
The entire room was shocked by the sudden appearance of the little girl, but they were quickly shocked more when a tall, handsome man with neon-blue hair walked into the doorway wearing white and black clothes, ones to whoever knew them, knew they were that of the Espada.
Not only that, they were visible.
"Long time no see, Kurosaki."
And there stood Grimmjow.

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Author's Notes: Thanks for reading!
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