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Prize of Victory 2
By : NovaAlexandria
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The Night before Tomorrow: Ulquiorra and Orihime

He stood at the bedroom window, gazing out to the backyard at the crater the boy and Ajuga had created while experimenting with Cero generation. He had yet to find the time to hire someone to fill in the hole. It remained, for Ulquiorra, a reminder of his son, one of the two things in this existence that could compel him to betray the man he�d once respected above all others.

The second sat up in their shared bed, clutching the sheets and blankets to her distractingly bare chest, trying to argue with him about what he would allow her to do come morning.

�I really want to help!� Orihime pleaded.

Hearing this, Ulquiorra sighed and told himself not to turn around lest he find her lower lip trembling. He needed to stay resolute as far as limiting his mate�s participation in this venture. Watching her tear up and cry had the same effect on his willpower as hot water poured on an ice sculpture. He could not afford to soften his stance if it meant her life would be forfeit. In the grand scheme of things, a healthy, happy mate and offspring to carry his line forward were far more important to him than a leader who had succumbed to madness. He�d made his choice and he would stand by it. That did not mean he wanted that mate on the front lines of the conflict.

His son, thankfully, would be far beyond Aizen�s reach and had the intelligence to forego fighting. He was extremely proud of Diaemus for showing such restraint and good sense. Yoruichi had informed him that Ajuga and Diaemus would be the Swarm�s �guests,� starting tomorrow morning, as a precaution. Aizen would do his utmost to break free of the shield and go after the two youngsters the moment he felt their reiatsu and their absence would mean Ulquiorra wouldn�t have to worry about defending them.

Now, if only his mate would show the same pragmatism.

�You will already be in the best possible place. I want you to stay at the 4th Division.�

He�d told her this many times and he wearied of it. Did she think she could wear him down via repetition? He�d sworn to never used the Claim against her, but he was sorely tempted to break that promise the more she badgered and begged.

�What if someone gets really hurt during all of this and they need me?�

Ulquiorra cast his eyes towards the ceiling and asked the universe for some fresh patience.

�Orihime,� he said, his hand curling into a fist against the glass, �that�s enough. I will not change my mind. I�m not happy that Yoruichi informed you about this at all, to be blunt.�

Taking a deep breath, he surveyed the burns along the back fence, another remnant of the children�s impromptu training session that winter. �The 4th Division will need your talents tomorrow. The Swarm will undoubtedly cause injuries in the course of providing a distraction for the Numeros. I would not have you upset if anyone were to perish because you were out in the Districts or near the Palace, rather than with the other healers.�

Fortunately, his wasn�t the only voice trying to get her to see the wisdom of remaining in a safe spot. Her various fairies chimed in to back up his assertion. While he could not recall each of their names, the manifestations of the little sprites heartily agreed with him. His sensitive ears clearly heard their high-pitched wheedling. To Ulquiorra, it meant that her subconscious concurred with his assessment of both the danger and where she should apply her skills. The hard part was getting through to her conscious mind, particularly when she wasn�t entirely happy with her abilities.

�What sort of healer am I, that I couldn�t do anything for Soi Fon?�

He could tell she wrung her hands, upset by the events earlier in the day.

�I hardly call rejecting the damage and exhaustion caused by her recent ordeal �nothing,� Orihime.�

That wasn�t enough to mollify her or ease her frustration.

�I just don�t understand! Why could I reject those and not the damage to her throat?�

Her dejection and disappointment rolled through the Claim to bother him. Ulquiorra had been puzzled by Soi Fon�s continued muteness too. Orihime ought to have been able to �undo� the injury Barragan had given her and her failure to do so told him there was something about that particular injury that might prove to be an exception to the rule. She�d certainly healed more grievous hurts in the past. The restoration of Abarai Renji had been the ultimate example of what she could reject, so her inability to repair Soi Fon�s vocal cords seemed inexplicably strange to all parties involved.

Even so, his mate needed to move beyond it and be grateful she�d returned a very valuable member of the rebellion to fighting condition. Moreover, she needed to see how precious that made her to their cause. If they won, it might just be the beginning of the fighting, which would result in more casualties if the Shinigami population took on the Arrancar.

�I do not know,� he replied. �Perhaps there is a limit to them, or perhaps it has something to do with Soi Fon herself. However, your ability to reject recent injuries is not in doubt and those who will incur such wounds tomorrow will need your assistance.�

Of course she wanted to be with the rest of them, but he refused to allow her to put herself in harm�s way. He�d gone so far as to ask Harribel to get her out of the Seireitei entirely if anything did go wrong. There were few he trusted, but the Third Espada had always been one to keep her word. She also had a soft spot for women in need. He would not suffer to see Orihime placed under Aizen to be raped until she finally bore the would-be-god a child. His mate did not match up with what the ex-Shinigami found attractive and he feared that once Aizen had what he wanted from any of the women subjected to his �attentions,� he would kill her. At best, he might render Orihime sterile lest she create another claimant for the Royal Throne and keep her alive only as a useful tool.

The Fourth Espada let her fairies do the majority of the convincing, mostly to give him some time to dispel the horrifying images his mind had whipped up with regards to her potential fate if they failed.

�I must concentrate on protecting young Ise-san and this Kido teacher she�s acquired,� he confessed, before his tone hardened. �My focus must be on keeping that shield up, at all costs, until the deed is done. Do not make me divide my attention, Orihime.�

She paled at his stark admonishment and he hated that his words made her shoulders hunch and her eyes well up. He supposed he deserved the rush of negativity they created, but he was running out of methods to keep her from throwing herself into a fight she wasn�t equipped to handle.

�I don�t want to be a distraction,� she whispered brokenly, �and I want to be strong. I just want to stop being such a dead weight! I want to contribute something! I hate being weak!�

This time he heard self-recrimination, on top of everything else and he decided it was time to put a stop to this conversation.

�You carry the ability to reject tragedy and injury and you dare call yourself �weak,� onna? You can reverse the effects of time itself and you think such a gift is to be a �dead weight?� That�s absurd. I will tell you this: you could be stronger than me, stronger than Aizen and I would still be distracted if you were out there,� he declared, putting his hands in his pockets and walking towards the bed.

Why hadn�t that fiendish shapeshifter made certain he and Soi Fon were alone in the house before she�d �popped� in to give them an update? Orihime had just finished restoring the former Taichou�s body to her pre-pregnant state when she�d made herself known and shortly after that, the truth was out. He�d never wanted to strangle an animal before, but today he�d been sorely tempted. He hadn�t planned on telling Orihime anything and Ulquiorra suspected that Yoruichi had done it deliberately, but the �why� of it escaped him. If his mate had remained ignorant of the plot, he could have counted on her going to the 4th Division the next morning, no questions asked.

If appealing to Orihime�s practicality and her sense of duty had failed, if shaming her for wanting to make a bad decision wasn�t going to deter her from risking her life, he had nothing left but to employ full disclosure. Maybe hearing the truth would convince her, because after that, his well of ideas would be officially empty. Ulquiorra tossed his last card, honesty, onto the proverbial table and hoped it would be enough.

�Do you not understand that I worry for you? Do you not understand what I would lose if anything were to take you from me? You and our son are what give this existence meaning for me, Orihime Cifer,� the green-eyed Arrancar stated as he peeled off his jacket and began to untie the obi around his waist. �You are everything to me.�

If this revolution worked, Ulquiorra intended to have a private talk with Shihoin Yoruichi, preferably in the spot he and Grimmjow had used to train their children in the art of Cero and Bala. The Fourth Espada also planned on adding a few more holes to the landscape, depending on how fast that cat could move, as repayment for putting him in this position.

In the meantime, he ignored the way Orihime�s spiritual companions regarded him, three beaming at him in happiness and two gaping at him in shock. Tsubaki, the lone disgruntled expression of her will to use force for self-defence, huffed at the Espada�s sentimental expression, but seemed pleased to hear it nonetheless. He thought he heard the tinny-voiced words �about damned time� coming from the little menace.

She turned watery grey eyes his way, surprised at his admission. Ulquiorra sat on the edge of the bed and toed off his boots. Green eyes bored into hers, unwavering and unwilling to let her look away.

�I believe that our chances of success are good. Nevertheless, I would be remiss if I allowed the mother of my son to come to harm. I�ve entrusted this heart to you, as you�ve always told me. Therefore, you must safeguard it for me, at the 4th Division, while I help remove the threat to those who, by their existence, keep it from turning to ash.�

It wasn�t as if he was fighting alone, thankfully, and if each of the players in this did their part, the rebels would prevail, preferably with little loss of life. The plan was also relatively simple, unlike the one Aizen had used to conquer the Seireitei. In this case, there was no need to break and destroy thirteen armed Divisions of Shinigami and their leaders. They only needed to destroy one psychotic tyrant as quickly as possible and the few that would not lay down their weapons when the new order, whatever it might be, imposed it. If Starrk had anything to do with it, he considered for a moment, the new order would consist of a great deal of handing off the �governing� to the surviving Captains and to he and Harribel while the old wolf napped, which was fine by him. Ulquiorra would accept benign neglect over what currently went on at the Palace.

�How ironic is it that, had Kurosaki and his friends bothered to plan as we are now, he might have actually succeeded,� he couldn�t help thinking as his admission finally, blessedly bore fruit.

�Alright,� she conceded and the rush of gratitude he felt at that dwarfed whatever anxiety he might feel about tomorrow�s plans. Then she murmured �I love you,� tacking it on to the end and biting her lip, �especially when you put it like that.�

�As do I,� he replied, shucking off his hakama and crawling towards her, until he was close enough to pull her into his arms. She let out a long breath, sniffled a little against his chest and splayed one hand against his shoulder.

�You�ll be careful tomorrow, right?�

�I will,� he told her. He let his fingers run through her hair, brushing some of the long strands away from the side of her face. �I would not give such a thing as a heart to you if I did not expect to return.�

She squirmed upward to capture his lips with her own, the kiss desperate and demanding. His instincts pushed him to respond in kind, demanding that he Claim the female next to him. He rolled them over until he had her pinned under him, his mouth ravishing hers. She moaned against his mouth as he rubbed their naked bodies together, showing her just what she was doing to him as his erection slid against the flesh between her parted thighs.

Her fairies quickly disappeared in six flashes of light, but not before he heard a faint, high pitched, girlish-sounding �Scatter!�

If she knew she�d embarrassed the little things, she didn�t acknowledge it. Orihime tangled her hands in his black hair, until his helmet-shaped mask fragment stopped her fingers� progress. She �humph-ed� in annoyance and stretched over to the far side of the bed with one arm, grabbing Murcielago from its stand beside the bed. He kept up the habit of sleeping with his weapon nearby. It was a practice he didn�t think he could break even if peace settled over his world. Then she looked at him expectantly.

�I have never spent so much time in my Resurrección as I have since meeting you,� he lamented, then added dryly, �for purposes other than combat.�

�It�s not my fault your secondary forms are sexy,� she countered, batting her eyes innocently, as if daring him to refuse her.

His second and third forms had been called many things over the years by his enemies, and even allies, but �sexy� wasn�t one of them. To the best of his knowledge, Orihime was the only one that found them desirable and he did not want to know if any of her female companions felt the same way. Why women had this insane need to share everything with one another escaped him and Ulquiorra didn�t want to dig too deeply into it. Sometimes ignorance truly was bliss.

He grasped the hilt of his blade and whispered the command, letting the power wash around him as he reached his first release. Orihime just looked up at him expectantly and smiled. With a sigh, he summoned the rest of it, assuming his second form.

Orihime sighed contentedly, finally able to get a better grip on his head, and used the advantage to pull him down for a deep kiss that sent tingles right down to his clawed feet and the tip of his lashing tail. Even his wings trembled in anticipation. Her legs rubbed against his in obvious delight.

�So soft,� she murmured, once she broke the kiss. Her voice was coy and sweet. �Do you know one of the reasons why I love this form?�

�No,� he confessed.

Orihime leaned in until her breath tickled one of his ears. �It�s because, for whatever reason, you�ve always been more expressive, more emotional, more truthful, when you look like this.�

He shook his head at her comment, mindful of the horns. He still found it odd that the form meant to inspire fear and despair in his opponents instead inspired unbridled lust in her. It didn�t bother him as much as it puzzled him. While it was probably a good thing that Orihime enjoyed and loved all of his aspects, her rationale for doing so escaped him. Then again, she found pickles, anchovies and whipped cream tasty when mixed together and there was little logic to that particular preference either.

Ulquiorra settled more comfortably between her legs, lifting one up and out of the way so he could get a better angle. Orihime lay back against the sheets and pillows, regarding him with half-lidded eyes. She was ready and willing, the bond between them saturating his soul with lust and love.

Love. He loved her. He loved his son and would even, heaven forbid, admit that he cared for Ajuga and the others. He would be angered if the young woman died or if Aizen ended Karin and Grimmjow�s lives, a disconcerting realization if ever there was one. Their loss would leave a hole in his life. He hadn�t grasped what these other connections meant to him until he was deprived of them. Giving a damn about a pack other than his wasn�t normal and yet, he feared for them. A Hollow that deliberately broke the few rules and traditions their kind had would find themselves ostracized, but unless their depredations affected other packs, few would rouse themselves to stop the transgressions, provided they even knew of it. This time, things were different.

�Hey,� Orihime said and frowned up at him. �Are you paying attention to me or the wall?� The pout on her lips made them look all the more desirable.

He was being a bad mate at the moment, and that simply would not do. There would be time enough later for brooding, given that their chances for success were good. He wouldn�t have agreed to participate in this scheme if the thought they would fail. Of course, he wasn�t entirely confident that �Plan A� would go off without a hitch. Grimmjow and Kurosaki Ichigo were determined, but he doubted either one had the temperament to deal with Aizen�s verbal manipulation. They were too easily goaded, too short-tempered.

Instead, it might well come down to himself and Starrk finishing off the tyrant. Aizen would not suspect him of treachery until it was too late and he trusted Starrk�s power and Lilinette�s zeal more than he trusted Grimmjow and Ichigo�s ability to work together.

�You are obsessed with that wall, aren�t you?�

His mate huffed, crossing her arms. She was well and truly unhappy with him now. Once more, the truth was his ticket out of trouble.

�I would be lying if I said I was not anxious for tomorrow to be over, so we may see Diaemus again.�

Orihime�s glower changed to a smile at that. It always pleased her when he showed concern for their progeny or expressed any positive feelings towards Diaemus. She was an easy woman to placate and he silently thanked Grimmjow for teaching him that appeasing his mate would make his life more pleasant, and certainly less painful. She was much more willing to give herself to him sexually when she was happy, and the enjoyment coming through the Claim was infinitely better than the gloomy resignation with which she had bombarded him during the first rocky years of their relationship.

He was still neglecting her, however. Ulquiorra discarded all other thoughts save for those that involved her. He braced his hands on either side of her head, moved forward and into his mate. Her tight, wet walls easily received him. She was long accustomed to his length and girth, so she only felt mild discomfort at how swiftly he filled her, but he could tell that ebbed as his hips drew flush with hers. He stilled inside of her for a moment, enjoying her warm flesh flexing around him.

She was the one who moved first, bucking against him in a bid to get some friction going. Smirking down at her, he pulled out and thrust back in. Orihime lay back on the bed, looking up at him through lust-glazed eyes and jerked her hips higher in time with his downward thrusts. Her breasts bounced enticingly and Ulquiorra let go of her leg to grab one, mindful of the sharp claws at the tips of his fingers. His mate wrapped her freed leg around his waist while one of her hands caught his lashing tail. The first pulled him against her while the second lustfully manipulated the appendage. It wasn�t long before her other leg joined the first. Crossing her ankles just below his shoulder blades, Orihime let him guide the tempo of their joining.

He ceased groping her breast and briefly toyed with her nipple, then ducked his head down to suck it into his mouth. She gasped and tightened the muscles around his surging cock, since her current position allowed her no leverage. He let out a gratified hiss in response. It was, perhaps, the most evil thing a woman could do to a man during intercourse and all of them seemed to know how to use the technique to their advantage, to make a hash out of a man�s self-control. It felt like a gift and a curse at the same time and Ulquiorra had to rein in the urge to let go and take her as furiously as he could. She had no Hierro and she wouldn�t be able to take that kind of force without sustaining an injury.

Ulquiorra was tempted to recast his Claim on her, but he dared not waste the energy he knew he would need for tomorrow�s confrontation. Rutting with her like this was probably too much, though a decent night�s rest followed by a hearty breakfast would restore him in time for the battle if he left it at this.

�Ulquiorra,� she moaned, showing her throat and arching upwards, legs spreading just a little wider and her fingertips dug into his shoulder. �Feels so good� almost� oh��

�Orihime,� he rasped in turn as her walls quivered around him, the tremors a brief warning of her impending climax.

The sound of her name passing his lips served to break his mate. Her inner muscles clamped down hard around the shaft buried inside of her. He savoured it for the few seconds he remained poised on the edge. Then his body went rigid as her clenching channel triggered his orgasm and he helplessly fell, releasing a torrent of seed into her. When she�d finally milked him of every last spurt, his sated body collapsed, his knees and arms unable to support his weight. Orihime purred beneath him, rubbing her body languidly against his in post-coital bliss.

Both of his released forms slowly melted away, one after the other, leaving him in his sealed body. His Zanpakuto reformed next to him and he returned the weapon to its place beside his bed before moving to lie beside Orihime. Ulquiorra couldn�t help the contented sigh that escaped him as she cuddled into him, a happy copper-haired mess with sleepy grey eyes.

�I love you,� she murmured, resting a hand on his chest as she did so.

�You hold my heart�� he answered back, repeating his earlier declaration for her benefit.

It wasn�t long before he heard her breathing became measured and deep, indicating she�d finally fallen asleep. With luck, she�d slumber through the night without incident. His mate would need all her strength come morning.

��And I love you as well.�

Ulquiorra whispered the addition into her ear. He hooked their blanket with his foot and pulled it up high enough to reach it with his hand, before bringing it the rest of the way to cover them. He should have fallen asleep himself. Instead, he remained awake throughout the night, gazing down at the lovely woman curled contently in his arms. Tomorrow, he would go against Aizen and those Arrancar foolish enough to intervene. He would throw his power against the man he had once worshiped. He would do it for her and their son�

�and so help him, he would win.
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