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Prize of Victory	By : NovaAlexandria Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 87205 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Warnings: Sex, cuddling, and understandings
Orihime felt beyond terrible as the scene played out between Karin and Ichigo. What’s more, Karin had brought up several valid points Orihime had never even considered herself about what returning to the living world would entitle.
As she had stated when Rukia had looked at her, running would do her no good as Ulquiorra would just find her through the Claim. If anything she would be a danger to the few who still held their freedom.
Her entire focus was on the mass of reiatsu rushing towards her. As much as she wanted to comfort Karin, she had a bigger fish to appease if she didn’t want all the work she had put into this ‘relationship’ to be torn asunder.
She remembered what he had been like the night he had beaten Ichigo. This was the first time since then that he had fought another over her at this level, and she had no doubt his blood would be boiling, more so because Ichigo had been here.
He appeared before her, wings spread wide and green eyed gaze quickly scanning her. She offered him a weak smile and stepped towards him, making sure to never break eye contact, to let him know her attention was on him and only him.
It hurt like hell as all she wanted to do right now was comfort Karin, but she knew that would not be an option; not until much later after she had calmed the so called ‘emotionless’ Espada‘s raging blood and instinct.
It was a strange feeling as she realized that she was exactly what he wanted and needed. It had taken so many stumbling steps, but she had learned a lot about him over the years, more so when she had finally surrendered to her fate.
“I am here.” She assured him, stepping closer to close the small distance between them.
His eyes bore into hers and she could see the emotions racing through them like never before. There was everything from fear to relief to something she couldn’t quite name but it left her knees feeling weak.
Hesitantly, she reached a hand out and cupped the side of his face. He leaned into it briefly before his arms enveloped her and the world spun by as he launched into a Sonido.
“I hope you can make it back alone, Tatsuki.” She thought as the world blurred by.
She was not at all shocked when the motion stopped in their bedroom, or what she had learned would have been considered a Den had he still been a Vasto Lorde.
She half expected to be thrown onto the bed and have her clothing ripped off, but instead he set her gently onto her feet and just held her. She could feel his body trembling against her own and his grip tightened, thankfully not enough to hurt.
He nuzzled her neck and just held her while he trembled. She was rather surprised to say the least and dawning suddenly arose. He was holding back. He was trembling because he was trying to stop himself from hurting her.
She felt her chest warm and she turned about in his grasp to stare into conflicted green eyes. He was fighting his very nature, his very instinct, for her sake. She smiled softly and pressed her hands to his chest, pushing him slightly away from her.
There was a flash of pain and hurt in his eyes before it quickly disappeared into shock as her hands found the zipper to his jacket and started to pull it down to reveal his chest.
“I told you I would give it a year to fall in love with you.” She whispered. “What kind of person would I be if I backed out after all the work you have already put in?” She asked softly as she brushed the trench coat off his shoulders, letting it fall to the ground in a heap behind him.
She ran her hands down his pale chest, bypassing the hole before wrapping her arms around him and resting her head against his chest. She ran her hands along his back before they drifted up and she tentatively traced the base of his wings. His wings folded around them, and she couldn’t help but to feel safe and warm as they just stood there holding onto each other.
“He was actually scared I would leave.” She realized. “That I would chose to leave with Ichigo over staying with him.”
She was surprised by that revelation. She tightened her grip on him and felt him do the same. His buried his nose in her neck and he began to nuzzle her intently. His hands tightened into her clothing.
She sighed and relaxed fully into his embrace and began to run her fingers through his lengthened hair and along the large feathers that ran alongside his bat like wings. She returned his nuzzling and felt his own body relax against hers.
They had shared a bed hundreds of times, but she had never been so forward. She had always just laid there and let him do to her what he willed. To be the one actively giving attention was different and it made her feel more… something.
She couldn’t put a name to it, but the fact he was willing to hold back for her sake was definitely leaving a warm feeling in her chest. The fact he had obviously struggled to reach her left her feeling even warmer.
His thoughts had been on her, not on the intruders at all. He still hadn’t said a thing about the obvious traces of reiatsu that had smothered the clearing. In fact he hadn’t said a word and she wasn’t all that surprised. He rarely spoke after all.
The hands tangled in her clothing were starting to twist it rather too tight against her body.
“He’s holding on, trying to maintain control.” She realized with a start.
She stopped stroking his hair and feathers and pushed away to give them enough space to look eye to eye.
“It’s okay. Just let go.” She said softly.
His eyes widen in surprised and his grip tightened in her clothes for a moment before she saw the relief wash through those green orbs and his grip loosened. As if a dam had been broken, his hands were suddenly all over her, quickly removing her clothing and getting her onto the bed.
She felt fear spike through her for a moment; too many memories of the many times he had forced her coming to the fore front. Not that he had ever hurt her bar the one time when Tatsuki had intervened, but being forced by another was never emotionally pleasant.
He paused when her fear spiked through her reiatsu and the Claim. His green eyed gaze searching hers out in worry.
“It’s alright.” She assured him, calming down.
Giving a nod of his head, he started attacking her body with his mouth, starting with hers and working his way down her body. She started to play with his hair before finding those long feathers.
They were so soft and she ran her hand along them from the base to their tips. She felt herself entranced by their softness and couldn’t help but to stroke them. She knew his fur in his full release was soft from the few times he had taken her in it, but she never knew his feathers were just as soft.
She could feel his power fluctuating, jumping to extreme levels before he forcefully dragged it back down. His kisses against her skin were desperate and she watched as his hands dug into the blankets, his knuckles turning white.
“He’s still holding back.” She realized with a start.
“Ulquiorra.”
As his name fell from her lips his gaze shot back up to her with a hint of surprise. It was the first time she had spoken to him without the suffix, perhaps even the first time she had ever called his name during these sessions.
She cupped his face with one hand and offered him a small smile.
“It’s alright. You can let go. I trust you. I know you wont hurt me.”
His eyes widened in shock before she saw such relief, and that other thing she had noticed earlier, wash through them that she felt her heart skip a beat.
There was a wave of power and suddenly there was fur instead of skin against her. She gasped as the power flowed about her and she felt her skin become hyper sensitive. His lips sought hers once more and she opened her mouth to him, tentatively stroking her tongue against his.
He froze in shock and briefly she wondered if she should be taking a tally on how many times she had surprised him today, or at least make it a contest to see how many more times she could.
Her hands came up and wrapped around his body once more. She ran her fingers up and down his back. She tangled them in the soft feather like fur that cover his lower torso and some of his wings.
His reiatsu crackled pleasantly against her own and he eventually broke off from her lips, his hands going to her hips.
“Wait.” She begged, and he froze again. “This way, please. I want…” she found herself unable to speak as piercing green eyes bore into hers questionably.
She spread her legs a bit wider to let him settle better between them as she licked her lips nervously.
“What?” His voice was highly strained and the sound alone caused a warmth to flood her body.
“I want to see your eyes.”
“You can see them.” He pointed out, his voice still strained.
She shook her head and captured his between her hands.
“I want to see you during.” She breathed.
Dawning came to him and he frowned at her.
“Only mates take each other from the front.” He stated, his voice mostly back to normal, even if his reiatsu still fluctuated wildly about.
“Oh.” She looked to the side.
She could never return the Claim, so she would never be able to be considered…
Her thoughts broke off before she could go down that road as he spoke again.
“Do you love me?” He asked suddenly.
She stared at him in surprise and quickly analyzed her feelings. Did she?
“I don’t know,” she admitted and saw the flash of pain in his eyes as he looked aside, “but,” his eyes snapped back to her own, “I think I am starting to.”
His eyes widened and he caught her lips with his own once more.
“Enough to be considers mates?” He asked.
“I…” She thought about what he was asking of her.
She had unconsciously been holding out, waiting for a rescue she was sure was coming. Well, that rescue had arrived and when it did the only thing she had been thinking about was him. Not how happy she was to see her friends, to see Ichigo.
There had been no tearful reunion. No running into each others arms with hugs and tears. If ever there was a chance for her to escape it would have been at that moment. Yes the Claim would let him track her, but she had no doubt that there would have been ways to hide her until the Claim wore off.
No one would have helped him reclaim her so he would have had to come after her alone, so even if he had tracked her down she doubted even he could take on ALL of the escapees.
But she hadn’t gone with them. Hadn’t even considered it. She could not lie to herself any longer. She did not want to be rescued. When she looked into her future the one she saw by her side was him.
“When I see myself ten years from now, it is you I see at my side.” She admitted softly.
She saw pleasure and delight flood through his eyes and he dipped his head down to capture her lips once more with his.
“It is enough.” He declared.
Her own eyes widened in surprise as he settled more comfortably between her legs.
“You can not return a Claim, and to remove mine would leave you in danger from others.”
“I understand. It’s alright.” She assured him. “I trust you to know you will not abuse the power.”
He nodded and silenced all further communication by capturing her lips with his once more. It was as if neither one could get enough contact with the other as they grated their bodies together.
She let out a gasp when he finally lined up and entered her, sending a rush of his reiatsu into her body at the same time. She didn’t even try to hold back her cries of pleasure and her nails raked across his back.
Through it all not once did his intense green gaze break from her grey orbs and the passion she saw in those eyes was more than she had ever dreamed to see in anyone, least of all him.
His face remained as expressionless as any white, marble statue, but his eyes spoke all the words his expression and voice could not. She cupped his face and pulled it in for a kiss before the pleasure of his invasion, both physical and spiritual, into her body became too much and her hands shot back to his fur covered limbs and dug in.
She felt that peak race towards her and with a scream of pure pleasure she fell over the other edge. Four thrust later and he was shuddering on top of her, his fangs pierced her neck and drank in her blood and a fair portion of the reiatsu he had pumped into her, reinstating his Claim over her.
Their breathe mingled as they both panted for several minutes before he slowly untangled their bodies. He pulled her against his chest, folded his wings around them and nuzzled her neck.
“Mate?” He asked softly with a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
“Mate.” She agreed softly without hesitation.
He nuzzled her some more, gentling licking the piercing in her neck from his bite, and tightened his grip. She couldn’t help it. She loved how soft his featherlike fur was against her bare skin and nestled closer to him.
“I still think we aren’t ready for kids.”
She felt his chest vibrate and it took her a second to realize he was chuckling. She simply smiled and permitted herself to drift off to sleep. Or tried to. She nearly bolted upright when she remembered that they had left Tatsuki defenceless in the park.
She quickly sought out her oldest friends reiatsu and sighed audibly in relief when she found it at Ukitake’s Estate not far from Nanao, Lilinette and Hana.
Reassured her friend was safe, she nestled back in against Ulquiorra and this time let sleep claim her, as it had apparently already claimed him.

Huge, huge hugs and thanks to everyone that reviewed last chapter. It meant a lot to me to see that many people not only be brave enough to hit that button, but to suffer through the human checker.
I am so pleased the emotional upheavals I was going for came through. You have no idea how hard I slaved over those two chapters to get them out that way.
Now, to answer and respond to a few questions:
I also wish there was an updater warning, but I do try to update at least once a week.
I thought about doing a scene with Yuzu telling Ichigo about the relationship between Karin and Grimmjow, but the story really isn’t about the escapee’s and I am not sure how the conversation would go. I might mull over it and see if I can work something in.
I don’t mind the private PM at all, and I must say your artwork is simply astonishing Blackstorm. Seriously, you should all go to deviant art to check it out, this woman can draw like just, WOW.
Claiming entraps ones reiatsu with another, so I am not so sure Orihime would be able to reject it. Also, if you recall, how difficult it was for her to heal Ichigo with mere traces of Ulquiorra’s reiatsu in the wound, imaging how long and hard it would be with the full force of it in her body. If all that fails, than lets just go with he Claim Enforced ordered her not to remove it.
Ichigo probably would have shown up a lot sooner, but the means of getting there, Kisuke, is dead and, as he stated during the argument, all traces led them to believe everyone was dead. It wasn't until Yourichi found them that they realized they were alive.
NEXT CHAPTER: We take a small time skip and the baby is born. Ooooooo Baby. It's a rather emotional Chapter for Grimmjow and Szayel get's a bit of his due.
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