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Prize of Victory 2
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The Night Before Tomorrow: Ichigo and Rukia

If someone had asked him, at the age of fifteen, to describe a �perfect wife,� Kurosaki Ichigo would have done one of two things: told them about his late, beloved mother Masaki, or made a face and snapped that he didn�t know and to stop bothering him about things he was too young to do anyway. If someone had asked him the same question at the age of twenty, he would have laughed in the face of the person doing the questioning. By then, he�d already given up any idea of finishing high school, let alone attending college in favour of staying alive and hidden from Shinigami patrols and marriage was the furthest thing from his mind. If that person showed fortitude and persistence and had asked a nearly-thirty-year-old Kurosaki Ichigo a third time about who he would consider the perfect marriage partner, he would have pointed at the petite woman on the opposite end of the room, standing on a not-quite-wide-enough footstool to properly look in the mirror attached to the guest room�s dresser. She shifted her pajama-clad body this way and that, trying to balance on the riser to see to her usual bedtime ritual. At the moment, she looked cross enough to bite.

�Stupid Western furniture!� he heard her grumble, as she vigorously brushed her chin-length bobbed hair. �It isn�t built for people my size. Are they all giants in Europe, or wherever it is that they make this stuff?�

�I�ve got no problem with it. Neither does Hiyori. If she did, I�m sure we�d have heard about it by now.�

�What�s wrong with Japanese proportions? It seems so wasteful to have such a big bed that�s out all the time and takes up space!�

Since using the word �midget� right now would likely get him killed, Ichigo chose a different route in trying to get at what was really bothering Rukia. He had an entire menu of items from which to choose and wanted to be certain he had the right one before he dug further.

�Do you prefer the way we were living while we were in Nagasaki? Or maybe that old, abandoned amusement park from the late �80�s we used as a hideout for a few months last year? The mirrors there were pretty interesting and I think a few of them made you look taller.�

Rukia glowered over her shoulder at him. He remained propped up against a pile of pillows, a book in one hand and gave his wife a significant look, until she put the brush down and leaned her torso forward, sighing deeply. Ichigo was just glad she hadn�t thrown the brush at his head. There was a time when she would have done so without blinking.

�Funny. One of these days, Ichigo, you�re going to �funny� your way into a body cast.�

That wasn�t a good sign. She�d already moved to threats of physical violence. It was time for another switch-up. Ichigo wasn�t exactly known for his sense of humour, but he could draw on it when the occasion demanded. He turned the hand holding the book until the lamplight hit the gold ring on his finger, knowing she could see its glinting reflection.

�Oooh� bad idea, honey. You�re legally obligated to take care of me now. Putting me in one would be a bit of a Pyrrhic victory, I think.�

When her posture relaxed and he saw the corner of her mouth turn up, he knew he�d made the right choice�

�True. On the other hand, I could probably designate Hiyori as your physical therapist.�

�Or maybe not. He winced as memories of said Vizard and the exercise machine she�d forced him to use during his initial �let�s get this Hollow of yours under control� training surfaced.

�No way. I�ve done my time. The little sadist can keep her methods.�

�Then you�ll just have to make certain that you don�t need her services any time soon.�

Ichigo paused in the middle of turning the page and considered her. Her back was still turned and he could see her mirrored face. Those midnight blue eyes of hers were downcast and her expression was sombre. His probably wasn�t much better. Ichigo let his gaze wander down the page, not really seeing the words. It was something he�d borrowed from the library, an old, dryly written text on the history of the Warring States period, in an attempt to bore himself to sleep tonight. From the look of things, the text wasn�t going to cut it, which left him with only one alternative.

�Talk to me,� he said, putting what had to be the stuffiest retelling of Oda Nobunaga�s exploits on the side table. �What�s going through your head?�

She didn�t say anything at first, just stared at the top of the dresser, as if memorizing the wood grain. Then she let out a long breath through her nose and reached for Sode no Shirayuki where it sat sheathed on a stand a few inches away from her. Her fingers ran along the white sheath, until they reached the tsuba, where they rested briefly.

�Renji wouldn�t tell me anything substantial about Nii-sama. When I pressed him, he panicked. I�ve known him for too long. He tried to hide it, but I could see it. Whatever happened� it�s bad, Ichigo. I�m afraid of what we�re going to find when we get there.�

Her answer didn�t surprise him. Leave it to his wife to bypass fretting about the big things, like their upcoming fight with Aizen, or dealing with the Arrancar who weren�t on their side once Aizen�s restrictions died with him, in favour of worrying about things that had already happened and which they had no way of changing. The bedsprings creaked as he got to his feet and padded over to the dresser to stand behind her. Even with the footstool he loomed over her, able to look down and see the top of her head.

Ichigo ran his hand through his bright hair and then scratched his scalp and hoped he could find an answer that wouldn�t result in him sleeping on one of the many sofas downstairs. Rukia had a way of putting people on the spot and unlike Hiyori, who could annoy the truth out of people when she wanted to, his wife used all of authority she�d picked up while living as a member of the Kuchiki Clan to extract confessions. That she hadn�t been able to do the same to Renji made him think that her brother might be in worse shape than they�d initially imagined.

Ichigo also knew that Renji couldn�t lie to save his life� or at least, the Renji he�d known before the Winter War had been the worst liar imaginable. The Renji with whom he�d reacquainted himself in the last two weeks was a different man. He had yet to see any sign of the loud, brash, exuberant Fukutaichou he remembered, other than his angry outburst at Yoruichi on the day he�d arrived. Frankly, it gave Ichigo the willies and he didn�t know who, exactly, to blame for the change� Szayel, Aizen, those children he�d been caring for or even Nel.

�Rukia, maybe he�s right. We have to gut Aizen first and then we can deal with those the Arrancar hold prisoner. He�s alive and that�s all we can really count on. It�s going to have to be enough until we can free him. Don�t let it get in the way of what you have to do once we make it into the Seireitei.�

She turned around on the footstool and peered up at him, before her arms snaked around his waist and she placed her head on his chest.

�You�re in the same boat with Karin,� she mumbled against his T-shirt.

�She�s gotcha there King,� he heard a waspish voice say and Ichigo pinched the bridge of his nose.

�Not now,� he silently shot back, indicating to that he wasn�t in the mood to mentally fence with his Zanpakuto� either half of it.

He knew what was happening to his little sister, what had probably already happened to her and if the blue-haired jerk who professed to love her didn�t tear Aizen limb from limb, he would gladly pick up any slack. Ichigo�s stomach turned every time he thought about it and it was only because he�d had years of dealing with the idea that the Sixth Espada had Claimed Karin that he retained the food he took in at meals. Otherwise, he�d have set up a permanent camp in the nearest toilet.

�Yeah. From what I can tell, it�s a pretty crowded vessel. Grimmjow�s trimming the sails on it and Ajuga-chan�s breaking out the oars.�

Ichigo returned her embrace, his hands clenching the cotton fabric of her bunny-print sleepwear. He�d surprised her with the pajamas, giving them to her as a combination birthday and New Year�s present. Here, in this strange fortress, where energy and matter interacted seamlessly, she could easily wear the clothing of the living. As Yuzu was no longer of a size where Rukia could steal from her wardrobe, he�d figured he ought to at least get her something new, even if he had to resort to shopping in the children�s section at the department store. He�d been alone at the time and half of the other patrons there had looked at him, a man of thirty without a kid or a woman in sight, as if he was some kind of pervert. The saleswoman hadn�t looked very convinced with the lie Ichigo fed her about shopping for his twelve-year-old daughter.

That was going to become a problem in a few years, as his body aged and Rukia�s did not. His eyes strayed to the only other object on top of the dresser: a small green drawstring bag. Its contents might or might not be the answer to the cross-dimensional aspect of his marriage. Then again, that was something else to worry about once the events of tomorrow played out, rather than now.

�He�s� he�s not the same as he was back then, is he?�

It took him a minute to figure out who she was talking about, but when her hand went to her midsection, above the spot where Grimmjow had once thrust his claws to the wrist into her gut, he squeezed her gently.

�No, he�s not. He isn�t exactly what I consider brother-in-law material, but neither is Ishida Ryuuken. For that matter, Byakuya�s going to hit the roof when he finds out about me.�

Her response was lost, muffled against his shirt. He tried again.

�Think he�ll take a second shot at me with Senbonzakura?�

This time he heard her chuckle.

�I hope he�ll get the chance. It would mean we won.�

�Gotcha again, King,� he heard the Hollow half of his Zanpakuto say, as if celebrating his wife�s observation. �I�d love a second stab at the guy myself� you shoulda seen his face when you pulled out our mask for the first time. It was a thing of beauty!�

�I hope so too,� he said to the woman he held, rather than verbally ripping the more vocal portion of Zangetsu a new one, lest Rukia think he was talking to her. That had happened a few times early on, while they were getting used to a life in close proximity to one another and he�d ended up with a few bruises before he could explain that his curses were for the lunatic in his skull.

Ichigo probably did deserve a sound beating, if only for the fact they hadn�t waited to make things official. Rukia was nobility, recognized nobility and there had been an unspoken worry between them that if they put off marrying until it was �safe�, the Kuchiki Elders might nix the whole thing. The way nobles saw it, Rukia ought not to have any say in who she married. Marriages were supposed to be political tools meant to advance and preserve the clan. Love had very little to do with it and with so few women of childbearing years between what remained of the noble houses, even an adoptee like Rukia would have plenty of suitors competing for her hand, if only for the value of her name.

�And you bitch and whine to me about the morality of Claims,� his Zanpakuto grumbled darkly, unsheathing a familiar philosophical knife and aiming it at a well-worn spot on Ichigo�s conscience. �Your nobles ain�t much better, King. All this sobbing about it violating free will and a lack of choice and how terrible it is� your bloody Shinigami nobility does the same damn thing. At least with a Claim, ya get some pleasure out of it� and I keep telling you that you missed out when you didn�t take me up on that offer.�

�I�m not interested, you letch! You�re supposed to be �me�. I can�t believe you suggested it in the first place!�

�You could have been the strawberry layer in the sweetest parfait ever made� but no, you gotta be all monogamous and insist on letting the little snowflake lead you around by the nose. You coulda let them fight it out and Claimed the stronger of the two, since you�re a one-hole man. More like a one-hole idiot, if you ask me!�

�You are an amoral monster that shouldn�t be within one hundred miles of a woman, let alone in the same room with my wife� and this shit is irrelevant! Nel has Renji and I�m happy for them!�

�Whatever you say, King. That brat in Nelliel�s belly could have been ours! Moreover, the ice maiden�s womb�s just waiting for you to plant the next Kurosaki, and you�re still dithering!�

�Horse,� Ichigo thought in as menacing a tone as he could manage without outwardly scowling, �we are done with this subject and if I ever hear you bring it up again, I will burn you out of my head with a hot poker. Do I have to make a trip to the library�s fireplace to make things clear?�

�Fine. Don�t blame me if something happens to her in the middle of the fight and you remain unaware and unable to help. You�re being stupid and short-sighted. At the very least, wouldn�t you like some advanced warning before she smacks you upside the head? Do you like being taken by surprise?� his inner demon groused.

This time Ichigo�s upper lip curled. Unable to hide the grimace, he decided to put an end to the back and forth before Rukia could look up, see it and realize he was engaged in a conversation that didn�t involve her.

�Yeah, actually, I do. It�s why I�m with her� and I already know what ticks her off. Sometimes it�s just worth it.�

�Feh. Your funeral, King. The other part of this trio�s busy prepping to deal with Aizen. If you have anything important you wanted to do, I suggest you do it now. Morning�ll be too late, Your Idiocy.�

With that, the coarse voice and its warning faded into the darkness of his inner world. At least the more sensible portion of Zangetsu had his priorities in order.

�What did he have to say?� he heard his wife say, her cool voice drifting up from below.

Busted. Great. Ichigo knew better than to try to deny it, but he certainly wasn�t going to let her in on what his Zanpakuto had proposed. He had no doubt Rukia would put him in the body cast she�d threatened him with earlier and expect him to fight in top form tomorrow if he did.

�Nothing worthwhile, as usual. The only intelligent thing he told me was that if we had anything really important to do, we�d best do it now, before I told him to butt out. I�m not sure what more training we can do at this point� between Grimmjow and Kenpachi��

He felt a small pair of hands worm their way beneath the T-shirt he usually slept in and discovered Rukia�s eyes blinking up at him.

�I don�t think that�s what he was talking about,� she replied, then stood up on tiptoe and brushed her lips against the side of his neck. Her fingers were colder than the skin she touched and Ichigo gasped as they ran up his sides, grazing his ribs before they briefly spread out against his chest.

�Oh,� was all he managed to say before he felt her teeth skim across his jugular vein, followed by her tongue. Then her devious, talented left hand wriggled past the waistband of his sweatpants and he ceased all analysis in favor of what his wife was doing to his rapidly-stirring manhood. Before he knew it, those bunny pajamas lay, along with his T-shirt, in a short trail back to the bed and he found himself flat on his back while Rukia divested him of the last of his usual sleeping attire. She straddled his hips as if he were some prize stallion and the position allowed him to eyeball a pair of breasts he knew would fit perfectly into his work-roughened palms�

The fifteen-year-old he�d once been hadn�t been looking for a wife. Instead, he�d found the most unlikely person imaginable and forged a frequently frustrating, occasionally dumbfounding and often rewarding relationship with her in the years that followed. This was one of those �rewarding� moments. Ichigo also grudgingly conceded they would have ended up like this at some point, if only because their shared experiences made them unfit for anyone else, on either side of the veil, and that he couldn�t imagine an existence without her in it. The twenty-seven -year-old who had signed his name next to hers on the marriage form knew that and vowed to make up for the shabby, rushed manner of their �wedding�. She�d smiled up at him, through the dark eyes of the one gigai they�d managed to save from the depths of Kisuke�s lab and said it didn�t matter, that the simple gold band he�d given her was more than most Rukongai-dwellers could ever expect as a wedding present.

Maybe that�s why she�d hunted for days for the umbrella she�d presented to Renji, to stand in for the traditional red parasol meant to shelter the happy couple from ill fortune, and why she�d so readily agreed to perform Byakuya�s role in the ceremony. As modest as Nel and Renji�s nuptial ceremony had been by Living World standards, it was a grand affair in the eyes of anyone who had grown up in the Inuzuri, she�d explained later, after the happy couple had done a terrible job of sneaking away from the reception to be alone and after his wife had a few extra helpings of sake trickling through her bloodstream.

While in her cups, she told him that she already had the wedding present she wanted� someone who wanted her as she was, not because she was a noble, or because of her rank or power or what someone thought she might be, but because she was Rukia. It was the kind of thing that made him want to find the biggest, most impressive thing he could give her and drop it in her lap.

He�d start on that tomorrow, beginning with a belated gift of Aizen�s head on a platter and Yammy�s corpse as a bonus, if Renji didn�t get to her brother�s abuser before he did. Something told him that if he wanted a piece of the Tenth, he�d have to wait his turn.

His wife suddenly leaned over him, pressing those small, firm breasts against his arm and he heard her rummaging in the side drawer for a condom. One pregnant woman in their little band of refugees was enough, she�d said and while he couldn�t argue with her on that, he remembered their first frenzied, desperate bout of sex with a lot of fondness. The issue of birth control hadn�t come up, partly because he wasn�t certain at that juncture that her gigai could get pregnant and partly because the urge to be in her had been too great, suppressed for too long and they simply hadn�t any �protection� with them in the first place.

That certainly wasn�t true now. In this strange fortress, built by people who considered matter and energy the same thing, they discovered that not only could he touch her real body with impunity, but that the possibility of a Kurosaki Jr. increased exponentially to somewhere above the fifty-percent mark with unprotected sex. He�d also learned that his gigai-clad father, the late Spirit King�s son, had no problem impregnating his mother twice over. Once he�d found out the gory details about how his parents had ended up together via a specialized gigai and when Ichigo remembered how �lifelike� good old perverted Urahara Kisuke�s gigais tended to be, he told Rukia to choose whatever barrier method she felt best suited them.

As a result, he was rapidly becoming a fan of this particular condom brand, though he�d rolled his eyes when he first saw the words �strawberry flavoured� on the packaging.

Then he�d rolled his eyes for a completely different reason, when she proceeded to show him she knew exactly what to do with one of them. At present, her wicked little fingertips were busy making certain he was hard enough to wear the one she�d unwrapped and held between her lips.

The fifteen-year-old boy he�d been wouldn�t have known what to do with such a woman.

The twenty-seven-year-old �him� had married her, despite the danger and uncertainty.

The nearly thirty-year-old Ichigo waited until his perfect wife had him wrapped to her liking in flavoured latex and then eagerly reached for her�

The room was dark, the only sounds were the ticking of the alarm clock on the dresser and the faint whisper of the wind in the tree branches outside and by all rights, Rukia ought to have been asleep.

It was, however, difficult to do so while two fingers moved insidiously in and out of her core. The urge to rub her legs together had woken her from a complicated dream that involved her old Division training grounds covered in three feet of snow. Her two, long-dead former 3rd Seats stood waist-deep in the middle of it bickering about whether strawberry or banana-flavoured condoms tasted better. Rukia had looked down to find she was naked, her lower half buried in the fluffy white stuff despite standing on the second of the five steps leading up to the porch that ran the length of the building housing Ukitake�s office. By all rights, she ought to have been freezing, but instead, she�d felt her body growing warmer and warmer, until her eyes had fluttered open to discover all she could see was a temporary blackness and all she could feel were a man�s fingers working her sex into a semi-aroused state.

There was only one person on her short list of suspects and as her eyes adjusted, she could see the outline of Ichigo�s hair against the bruise-colored window. She heard his steady breathing overhead and found him stretched out on his side and propped on one elbow while he finger-fucked her. Was that idiot still unsatisfied, after one hour and six positions worth of rutting? They�d both been exhausted by the time they�d finished. Sucking in her breath, Rukia intended to put a stop to what he was doing, to tell him to go back to sleep and save his energy for tomorrow.

Then he spoke and the distorted, reptilian sound that came out of his unseen mouth made her freeze.

�So you�re awake, snowflake. That�s good. We gotta talk.�

The two fingers inside of her pressed against a spot she would normally find very enjoyable. To her dismay, the wet sounds beneath the covers grew louder as he pressed his thumb expertly against her clit. Then it was his turn to open his eyes and she saw two eerie golden irises set in soot-black �whites� regarding her. He had his chin propped on the knuckles of hone hand so that he could gaze down at her prone body. The grin on his face was wider than normal, but whether that was because he could see that the actions of his other hand affected her or because he genuinely found something amusing about what was going on she didn�t know. A surge of pleasure scampered up her spine and along her limbs. That extra little zing stole her breath for a moment, but she still managed to bite out a retort.

�What do you want, Hollow?�

�Now is that any way to speak to the hubby?�

�You�re not Ichigo. Don�t pretend otherwise,� she snapped. Rukia should have guessed that the back-and-forth between Ichigo and his Hollow might lead to an attempt to talk to her, but she didn�t think he would take things this far. She didn�t exactly fear him, but this was pushing things.

�C�mon, sweetie. The ego�s asleep and the superego�s busy with tactics. That leaves me with some time on my hands. Don�t tell me you don�t like what I�m doing with them?�

�So you�re Ichigo�s �id� now? How Freudian,� she said as coolly as she could. It never paid to let someone else think they had the upper hand, even if that hand had its fingers sunk into her to the third knuckle. The hovering figure shrugged, from the way the sheets around them rustled.

�What can I say? The doctor has some interesting books in the library. My point is that you took us all on when you put on that ring. So listen up. It�ll make this easier� or better yet, just stay there and enjoy this.�

�The answer is still no, Hollow. Just as it has been every time you�ve asked me.�

The creature, half of her husband�s considerable power, snorted in disgust. Rukia couldn�t hold back the gasp that worked its way past her teeth when he began to probe more deeply with his fingers and moved the pad of his thumb in surprisingly gentle circles. Between the leftover lubrication provided by the three condoms she and Ichigo had used earlier and the natural fluids his fingers coaxed from her, whatever resistance there might have been in her passage disappeared. When one particularly deep dip of his fingers brushed her cervix, she had to keep from crying out. The Cheshire smile she could see beneath those hellfire irises widened and he took up stroking that one spot over and over until her vision began to spin.

�You don�t get it at all. Sadly, neither does he, but he�s always been a bit slow on the uptake. Has to learn everything the hard way, but you knew that too, right?�

�Nngh�� was all she could get out as his thumb and fingers diligently worked in concert to turn her willpower into water. One of her hands moved up to rest against her husband�s chest, while the other shot down to grasp at the wrist between her legs. For the life of her, she didn�t know what she meant to do with it because she didn�t have the strength to pull his hand away from her slippery sex. The next thing she knew, she felt his hot breath against her ear and all movement between her legs ceased, leaving her aching.

�Ever wonder why we lost to that bit of winged vermin?�

This was new. In the past, when Ichigo�s Hollow had chosen to speak to her, it was to proposition her, not to pose rhetorical questions. After the first few times she�d come face to face with it and emerged on the other side of their conversations unscathed, though not un-scandalized by his desire to carnally share her with the more civilized part of her husband, she�d grown used to turning him down and letting Ichigo deal with him afterwards.

Perhaps the Zanpakuto wearing her husband�s skin sensed her indecision about what to do, because he began to torment her flesh again, albeit a little more slowly. That was almost worse, because she could feel the beginnings of what promised to be an incredible climax building beneath them.

�You�re�talking about� Ulquiorra Cifer� the one he tried� tried to fight��

The powers of speech had apparently deserted her, but a low-pitched laugh against her hair told Rukia she had it right.

�At first, it was about beating one another to death but about halfway into it my opponent�s purpose changed. Ours hadn�t and that�s why he bested us. He wanted the victory more than we did. He wanted the girl more than we did. Now, I wonder why that was. Any ideas, wife?�

The small Shinigami wracked her brain trying to come up with an answer that might satisfy him, in the off chance he�d stop and let her regain her composure. When she took too long to reply, a warm sigh ghosted over the shell of her ear. A lick of his tongue followed it and she shivered, despite the warm body next to hers.

�Because he already had someone he wanted for a mate and it wasn�t Little-Miss-Sweetness-and-Fairy-Dust. I knew it and that spectral Quincy that gives me my marching orders knew it but the Orange Wonder here has this thing about denial and taking high roads and chivalry and all that bullshit. He wasn�t prepared to go up against Cifer over mating rights with her as the prize. You, on the other hand, were a different story.�

The thumb against her clit pressed down a little harder and Rukia squirmed, gripping Ichigo�s wrist hard enough to leave a mark. Her flesh throbbed around his fingers and if she didn�t do something soon, her body would betray her.

�Why do you think we tore through everything the Gotei 13 threw us to save you?�

Did that mean what she thought it did? He�d been so young, innocent really and too idealistic for his own good. Was it true, she wondered hazily, that his motive for saving her involved more than repaying her for awakening the powers lying dormant within him? The Hollow staring down at her snickered at her reaction.

�Oh, wait, that�s right. You thought it was just about saving a friend. Fuck that noise. If it was, he�d have easily wrested that blubbering little marshmallow with the fancy hairpins away from the Fourth Espada.�

With as much strength as she could muster, Rukia began to chant the incantation for the simplest of Kido restraints, sai, to try to gain control of the situation without hurting her spouse. She needed to stop this, to start thinking straight, to get Ichigo to wake up and take control of his Hollow before this went any further. A pair of teeth nipped at her earlobe in response and in less than a second, her mouth was full of tongue. The chant died in her throat as Ichigo�s body slid between her slender legs, pushing them apart. A shift of his hips and she could feel the underside of Ichigo�s cock against drenched her inner lips.

�None of that now,� she heard the monster say into her mouth and then sucked her tongue into his to keep her from finishing. When he spoke again, leaving her bruised lips trembling and her lungs short of breath, he almost sounded reproachful as he licked his fingers.

�Listen, wife� mate� consort� whatever word you wanna use� if anything happens to you once this battle starts, it�ll kill him and that�ll kill me and the Old Man by association. That�s why I have to do this now.�

�You don�t own me, Hollow!� Rukia rasped as he lifted his hips enough to position the thick head of his shaft at her entrance, nudging the tip inside her too-wet, too-sensitive opening. Another, more restrained kiss followed, though she shuddered when the tip of his tongue brushed the roof of her mouth and ran along her upper teeth, skirting her canines before drawing back.

�You sure about that? Didn�t you sign some certificate in Osaka?�

�That doesn�t give you the right�� she protested, feeling the hot flesh sink in a fraction deeper. That slithery voice in her ear was back and this time she knew he was mocking her.

�Huh. That�s funny, King seem to think he belongs to you� but never mind that. Dipshit�s always trying to take responsibility and yet he won�t do the one thing that will let him protect what�s most important to us if this thing turns into a cluster fuck.�

With that, she felt his cock slide home in one long thrust, his pelvic bone coming to rest against hers. Damp fingers latched on to one of her nipples and gently twisted it.

�You�re magnificent, by the way. If it were up to me, you wouldn�t leave this bed for a month and this,� she heard him murmur as he pulled back to push into her once more, �would spend all of its time during that month buried in your tight little twat.�

The hard length within her quivered, but stopped on the next down stroke and she tried again.

�What is it you want? You keep saying you want to protect us but what you�re doing is�!�

�What I�m doing is staking our Claim, even if King won�t let me go all the way with it. It�ll be just enough to last through tomorrow before it fades, but I�ll know where you are if things get dicey. He ain�t leaving without his sister and I ain�t leaving without you!�

�I�ve told you time and time again, I won�t be enslaved!� she growled at him. He didn�t seem impressed, though he did lower his head to hers and stared her down with those yellow orbs.

�Pfft! You? A slave? That�s ironic, considering the King defers to you all the time. He�s got your sandal prints all over his back, the rabbits you like embroidered on his briefs and you have the nerve to lecture me about that?�

Those bitter words were all the warning he gave her before a deep thrust delivered both rigid flesh and a healthy shot of reiatsu straight to her womb. At the same time, she felt Ichigo�s mouth open wide and cover hers, effectively swallowing the scream that escaped her. Twin bolts of lightning sizzled behind her closed eyelids. Red and black-tinged energy danced along her nerves and the surge of intense pleasure that came with it caused droplets of saltwater to form at the corners of her eyes.

Ichigo�s hips began a steady, rolling motion and the Hollow drank in the resulting moans. Sporadically, she would feel him send much smaller doses of Ichigo�s powerful reiatsu into her. It felt good she thought weakly, so very good and suddenly she understood why Renji had eagerly thrown his lot in with Nel even before he�d known about the baby. Was this how the curvy Arrancar had gotten her childhood friend to extinguish the torch he�d carried for Rukia for so long? Each brief, controlled surge of energy brought with it the desire to weep and push back against him, to spread her legs as far apart as they could go. Soon she was sighing, arching her back and tugging on her husband�s hair.

�That�s it. You can feel it, can�t you?� he growled into her ear and then caught her face between his palms. She�d been tossing her head back and forth on the pillow, and once he�d trapped her, he moved in for a long passionate war with her tongue.

Her husband�s heritage was unique, even by the freakiest of standards. Maybe what should have surprised her was that this hadn�t occurred sooner. It was Ichigo�s familiar mouth, hands and cock driving her towards a monumental orgasm, but the power behind them was darker, more sinister. It was also maddening; despite a growing sensation of fullness in her lower regions that had nothing to do with Ichigo�s busy shaft, it wasn�t enough to tip her over the edge and it left her wanting. Rukia�s answer was to bear down with her inner muscles and bite down on the tongue sweeping her mouth in retaliation. The latter wasn�t hard enough to draw blood, but the former forced a distorted curse out of her husband�s mouth. He glared down at her, the yellow circles growing thicker as his pupils pinpointed. Then his hips stilled and that, to her shame, made her whimper. He smirked, though it faded somewhat as he surveyed her disheveled, panting body, her spread legs and her heaving chest.

�Don�t tempt me. King won�t let me Claim you. I gotta honour that, for now, but he never said I couldn�t give you a sample. Buckle up, buttercup.�

Rukia�s arms and legs subsequently wrapped around the larger body above her, a habit she had with Ichigo that stemmed from the difference in their relative heights when he made love to her. With an inhuman snarl, the thing making such a masterful use of Ichigo�s form threw itself into the task of fucking her into the thick Western mattress she�d complained about hours earlier. It wasn�t her husband doing this to her, and yet it was and she wasn�t certain if she ought to feel shame that she was beneath him having the most astoundingly wild sex of her life or elation or anger or confusion or something else entirely, like desperation.

She was dimly aware of Ichigo�s teeth grazing her neck and his hot breath scorching the skin beneath her ear. He had to have his mouth wide open, as if arrested in the act of biting down, by the amount of air that stirred the dark hair at her temples. Tentatively, his tongue snaked out and lapped at the spot where her pulse hammered and that small touch was all it took for her to lose it completely. The intense climax his body and reiatsu had created was almost too much to bear. She soared, her limbs weightless and the only thing keeping them anchored to her body and to the bed was the cock that kept working her like a piston.

Opening the bleary eyes she�d squeezed shut when she�d come, Rukia was surprised, even in the murky darkness, to make out the emotions on her husband�s face: frustration, hunger, lust and overwhelming possessiveness. His arms suddenly moved, reached behind him and she felt his hands close around her ankles. He lifted them and held them straight up and out and his body leaned forward without losing its rhythm. It was only then that her pleasure-soaked brain remembered that there was no protective barrier between them.

The Hollow, his eyes blazing like torches in the darkness, knew it as well.

�This might be our� last chance, snowflake. He wasn�t willing� to wait to� fuck� marry you. I ain�t willing to wait� for this anymore� oh� oh SHIT!!!�

Rukia sobbed a second time as her husband�s body contorted, his shoulders and chest rising like a snake rearing back to strike. He threw his head back, eyes closed and mouth open, as he plunged one last time into her. The sudden heat in the spot between her hipbones and one final syrupy shot of reiatsu, probably involuntary, sparked another viciously powerful round of convulsions in her. Pleasure unfurled from the small point where their bodies connected, the waves of it rippling and enlarging until it engulfed them. All Rukia could do was try to breathe and ride out the second of the two most spectacular orgasms she�d ever experienced.

Eventually, Ichigo�s heavier body collapsed onto hers, nearly smothering her. He released her numb legs and Rukia felt the sting in her hips, a sign they�d been in that position just a tad too long. She struggled to push him off, mostly so that she could fill her lungs and catch her breath, before he switched their positions and she found herself lying atop him. He was still lodged inside of her and she briefly marveled at how the Hollow had managed that little feat before venting her anger at him. Her small fist came down on his chest and he actually winced at the impact, despite how weak the blow felt to her. His hand caught her wrist before she could land the next one.

�Careful, careful. We�ve got important work to do later today. Wouldn�t want to injure us now.�

�You bastard� there was a reason we were using birth control!� she seethed, and flinched away when the fingers of his unoccupied hand reached up and ran through her messy hair. He took her chin between his thumb and forefingers and made her look at him. The yellow irises were half-moons now, hidden by his drooping eyelids and lashes and his grin was lazy and satiated.

�Shh. This whole business will be done by nightfall, one way or another. One side won�t be walking away from this fight. I wanna at least try to ensure the Kurosaki name doesn�t die out if that side ain�t us.�

That stopped her cold and she swallowed as she considered this. The Hollow�s observation didn�t make her any less upset, but it did give her a clue as to the motive behind its actions. It was one thing to know, intellectually, that one was walking into an all or nothing battle. Shinigami did it all the time when leaving for the field. It was another to hear it come from the mouth of the man she�d married. Battles never entirely went as planned, after the initial orders were given. For all of Szayel and Yoruichi�s planning, there was a good chance that something could go wrong tomorrow. Her experience with the Ninth Espada and Hanataro�s loss had taught her that one couldn�t celebrate a win if one expired along with one�s opponent.

She might very well be carrying Ichigo�s child right now, if the amount of hot fluid slowly leaking out around his still-embedded cock was any indication. The realization made her feel somewhat woozy, even as she tried to move away from him.

�Ichigo and I wanted to wait and now you�ve...�

He cut her off by sitting up and capturing her lips in mid-rant, drowning her words in a long, fervent kiss that ended with Rukia�s thighs spread wide across his lap and a pair of muscled arms holding her in place. He explored her mouth with a leisurely tongue, not at all disturbed by her escape attempt. The more she moved, the more the flesh inside of her stirred. He took to nibbling on her lips and tracing her spine with his fingers. It was difficult not to relax into such a familiar embrace, especially with the way Ichigo�s hands roved over the skin of her back and her bottom.

�If your family had sold you off in a political marriage you�d have already whelped out a few heirs for whoever bought you. That�s what noblewomen do, right?�

That comment shocked her enough to resume trying to hit him, to no avail. If anything, it amused him. To add insult to injury, he pried open her fist and sucked on three of her fingers, until she felt her face burn with righteous indignation. Unfortunately, he was also spot on as far as her adoptive Clan was concerned.

�How dare you bring up the Kuchiki Clan! I��

�Us, snowflake. Remember, you married us. The Old Man�s ticked that the next batch of Kurosakis isn�t already on its way and if I ain�t mistaken, you had plans for brats, right?�

Rukia eventually stopped struggling and peered down at the monster, trying to decide what to do. The small amount of black and red reiatsu swirling inside of her, while a little distracting wouldn�t prove an impediment to fighting, the way the cloak of energy Renji had described to her might. The Hollow hadn�t completed the rite, which meant it probably would fade, without the corresponding transfer of her reiatsu to him. She might even be able to use it, if it came down to needing an extra boost. He hadn�t physically hurt her, other than refusing to take �no� for an answer like he had all those times before. Grudgingly, she also admitted that if she�d had a noble husband instead of Ichigo, protocol and custom dictated she would have had to make her body available to him whenever he wished, at least until she�d delivered an heir. The comparison was too close for comfort, as was his comment about the Kurosaki line in light of what they faced.

She suddenly understood Nel�s joy upon discovering she was pregnant. Kept apart from Renji and with Aizen�s malignant interest in Szayel, there was every possibility that each encounter might be their last. Conceivably, their unborn son was the only thing she might have had to remember him by if Renji had been caught, or worse, killed. Rukia tried to picture herself in Nel�s shoes and realized that she might very well feel the same way if tomorrow didn�t turn out as they hoped.

�You�re horrible,� she declared, though there was little of her original rage in it.

��and you�re so damned wet,� he laughed, taunting her. Rukia bit down on her lower lip when he flexed his hips up. Her husband�s shaft had grown thick inside her again, and this time the head of his cock pressed firmly against the entrance to her womb. She moaned through her clenched teeth as he started anew on her, cradling her to him while whispering all sort of profane things in her ear about what he was going to do with her if he got the chance to steal her away for a month. Her husband was never this forceful or, dare she say it, lurid with her. She put up no challenge as the menace that lurked within her husband settled them both in for a slower, more sensuously-paced round, and even parted her lips willingly when Ichigo�s tongue licked at the side of her mouth, requesting entrance.

If her prior orgasms were mere �samples�, as he�d said, of what she could expect from a full-fledged Claim, she would have to talk to Ichigo about this new development. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that her husband had never really given her a choice about whether or not she�d accept such a bond with him. Ichigo had never said word one about it, though his Hollow had made up for that over the years. He�d simply assumed, quite rightly, that she�d decline, but in a way, that was also making a decision for her. Admittedly, this creature had shown her what might be in it for her, if she agreed. While Rukia didn�t relish the idea of being anyone�s �possession� there were more than a few aspects of marriage itself that skirted awfully close to Nel�s description of a Claim and Ichigo did defer to her in so many other things. It had also been too easy to consider his Hollow as something separate from the man she�d married, instead of an integral part of him and she�d treated it as such, which had been a serious mistake.

If he�d wanted to, Ichigo�s Hollow could have Claimed her moments ago and yet he�d held back. Was that a sign that he was willing to forego such until he heard a �yes� from her, or was it a sign that her husband or the residual Quincy power in him still retained a grip on his wilder instincts? Rukia wasn�t sure and that meant she�d have to spend some time delving a bit deeper into Ichigo�s psyche for answers� provided tomorrow went as planned.

�You and Grimmjow need to kill Aizen tomorrow, at all costs,� she finally insisted, her voice wavering as pleasure began to bubble up at the base of her spine. �Even if I�m in danger, killing him is a bigger priority.�

�Helluva spot to put me in,� he replied, not sounding happy at this declaration. Rukia sniffed and suddenly planted both hands on his chest. Then she pushed back and regarded him speculatively. An idea had come to her while he�d been reducing her inhibitions to rubble she thought it might be worth pursuing at this point, if it got him to focus on the right things.

�Dangle a carrot in front of a bunny, after all,� she reasoned, �and it will hop your way.�

�Understand this. I�m not some helpless little child. I�m a Shinigami, Ukitake-Taichou�s subordinate and I plan on executing my part of this invasion perfectly. I don�t need your condescension, Hollow,� she began, and then paused, taking in the way his eyes narrowed. When she saw him open his mouth to speak, she pressed one finger on his lips to silence him.

�However, if you and Grimmjow destroy Aizen and you let me do my job without any interference, I will consider letting you� take me away for a time, once things get settled. It�s what Nel-chan and Renji-kun did, right?�

What had Renji said when she�d confronted him about showing his inner world to Nel� that he�d done so because he trusted the Arrancar who had Claimed him implicitly? When the Hollow sat up and stopped what he was doing in favour of gaping at her, she threw the remainder of her offer on the proverbial table. It ought to, she reasoned, be enough to give her some leverage over his actions. Maybe he wasn�t entirely convinced, but he did look intrigued, even eager.

�You�ll agree to a Claim, to denning up for a while?�

�If you can convince Ichigo. I trust my husband but you, not so much. You�ll have to prove to me and him you won�t abuse the privilege, if I allow it.�

�I�m wounded, sweet-cheeks, but it looks like you�re actually serious.�

�I am. You will also tell him what transpired tonight� after you win tomorrow. I don�t want him trying to kill you on a day you should be working in concert� and tell the �Old Man� I have a score to settle with him for putting you up to this,� she said archly, �when this is done.�

�Agreed!� the Hollow chortled gleefully and the smile on her husband�s face degenerated into a leer, before he asked, �What time is it?�

Her shadowed eyes slid to the side table, to the numbers on the digital alarm clock, and then to the sky outside the window. He chose that moment to slide the hand on her bottom a little lower, fingers questing. When he found it, she saw stars and fumbled her answer.

�An� an hour until dawn. Maybe less� oh, right there� you��

He pumped his hips upwards a few time and took the resulting sharp intake of her breath as both approval and permission.

�Then let�s not waste it, wife. I never get you all to myself. I want to savour you, as one more incentive to ruin Aizen�s day.�

The deep darkness of the room had retreated, the shadows receding to a sort of purple gloom that would soon fade to pink and yellow as the hour ticked closer to daybreak. He didn�t pour any more reiatsu into her, but she hardly needed that as the slow movements of his renewed interest dragged her towards a third, dizzying completion.

Maybe, she hoped, Yoruichi would let them sleep a bit later, to catch some extra shut-eye before waking them to go over any final adjustments to the plan. She also put another item on the list of things to do once she�d freed her brother and the Seireitei: find a blank asuachi. Maybe it would help Ichigo finally coalesce his Zanpakuto�s various, chaotic parts into a manageable whole�

�but not yet, she thought as she surrendered to the monster that held her, not yet.
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