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The Next Day…Or Not
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Urahara sighed in relief as a pair of feminine fingers rubbed his shoulders like a master masseuse. Yoruichi was a wonder with her hands…hell, she was a wonder with just about everything on her body. As much as he'd have liked to reexamine those other wonders, right now all he could do was breathe easier thanks to her miraculous hands and their effects on the headache both of them had been assaulted with for the past day.
That didn't mean to say that he hadn't
reexamined those other parts per se, it just meant that wasn't what they were doing to relieve the tension at that particular moment. They had been switching places for massages for almost a whole twenty-four hours now. Well…they started out as massages at least. Eventually they stopped putting back on their clothes, they just gave each other their massages in the buff. They certainly couldn't sleep, that much was for sure.
"I think they finally stopped," the platinum-blonde haired man said at last.
Yoruichi chuckled, though at the same time she was almost as relieved as her seemingly omniscient lover. "Those two have absolutely no control over their reiatsu, what did you expect?"
The person in question groaned when she hit a knot and her strong hands worked it out of his body just like they had all the others. "I didn't expect their reiatsu to flare so much, that's for sure. It gives me a headache just
thinking about the headaches those flares have caused." He rubbed his temples on impulse. Even a man such as he could only put up with so much.
His chocolate-skinned lover smiled and stopped her ministrations, choosing instead to drape her arms around his neck from behind and press her chin to the side of his neck, thus pressing her entire naked chest to his back. "Ahh, but the cure more than made up for them now didn't it?" Just the memories of what they had done over the past hours sent her whole body into tremors. She had just as large of a headache as he did, but thankfully her body had kept most of the exquisite feelings he had put it through and allowed her some relief simply from the memories.
His eyes turned to regard her from the corner of their lids and she saw a smile form on his unshaven face. "I have to admit those were some headaches I wouldn't mind getting again."
She chuckled at his well-deserved innuendo and he joined in. "I didn't think they'd go that far so soon though," she pondered aloud as the same innocent look of contemplation came to her face as it had so many times before.
This time it was Urahara to begin the chuckling. "Kurosaki-san's not known for doing things without his whole heart behind it."
Yoruichi almost rolled her eyes at his all-too-true comment. "I almost wish he
didn't put all his emotions into his reiatsu all the time." That was rewarded with another bout of laughter from the both of them.
"Arisawa-san doesn't seem to do much better in that department apparently," Kisuke noted with a smile.
Just the statement alone made Yoruichi want to do two things. One: rub her temples profusely to try and dispel the headache just thinking of the reiatsu flares that had had her head throbbing inside her skull caused. And two: jump the naked shopkeeper under her and thank her Bankai pupil with everything she had for initiating the most intense lovemaking she and her partner had ever had. When the flares had started she thought nothing of it. Then… they started getting larger and more intense. Finally it reached the point that she could almost reach out and touch the emotions coming off the reiatsu and that was when the headaches started.
That was also when her usually calm ex-captain and lover practically burst through the door and they had nearly tackled each other onto the nearest bed they could find.
Simply put, the emotions were something like this:
Despair, then Love.
More Love, then Lust.
Even more Love, then even more Lust.
Happiness, then Lust again.
Fatigue, then Love, then even more Lust again.
Finally it reached the point where Love and Lust seemed to lose their boundaries and became the same thing, and Fatigue all but vanished completely. Happiness had seemed to be a permanent part of the reiatsu that was flaring so high it made Captains seem as powerful as non-seated officers. Now of course, she was allowed to gape in occasional awe at the power she had felt back then. It was enough to make her and her lover look like children. At the time however, she had been in too much of a mindless state of bliss to do anything but recognize the emotions the reiatsu was giving off.
Tatsuki had an interesting reiatsu. It was different from when she was a regular soul and that made it certain that no one would recognize it, but Yoruichi hadn't expected the girl to be able to put that much feeling into it. She was both powerful and driven, a frightening combination, one almost as deadly as Ichigo's. She doubted anyone would be able to get close to her old pupil's level though. He had surpassed them all, and even
if an opponent that was stronger came along eventually, there was no doubt in her mind that he would, and
could, pull even more power out of himself. It was just who he was.
"Let's just say both of them don't have the greatest amount of control," she purred as she pressed her chest against him tighter.
"She got that from Kurosaki-san no doubt," he commented dryly and allowed himself to revel in the firm flesh being pressed so delightfully into his back. "So when do you think they'll realize they left their bodies here?"
"Probably when they wake up after the next couple of days," his lover replied wickedly. "That was one kind of training that'll take a few days to sleep off. I know from experience."
They both got a chuckle out of that.
"As do I," he agreed with a warm chuckle.
"Could you imagine what it would be like if they married and had kids?" Yoruichi asked while a fanged grin wide enough to close her eyes came over her. Urahara couldn't resist, he broke out laughing at the same time she did even though they were both still unashamedly naked.
"Just the thought is terrifying!" He exclaimed through his laughter.
"What if they had a girl with Ichigo's mother's beauty and Tatsuki's temper?" She conjectured with delight.
"Oh Lord!" Urahara bellowed as they fell over from the force of their combined laughs. "God help the poor fools that try to date her!"
Finally, after they had calmed down enough to speak again, Kisuke imagined up, "Or what if they had a little boy with Arisawa-san's hair and Kurosaki-san's power and emotional restraint?"
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Somewhere in Soul Society, Byakuya Kuchiki sneezed.
Why do I have the feeling someone is talking about me? He paused a second longer before regally shrugging his shoulders and continuing on to whatever destination he might have had in mind beforehand.
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Yoruichi had to hold her sides to keep them from bursting. "Just what the worlds need: another emotionless heartthrob!"
Kisuke shared her sentiment with the same amount of mirth.
"Or what if…" she began again, still in her state of tearful laughter, "…they had a kid with Tatsuki's openness, Ichigo's determination and hair color, and their combined powers?" She hollered joyfully.
Two seconds later they both stopped laughing. Abruptly.
The blonde shopkeeper ran a hand through his shaggy hair. "Dear God…I just got the shivers."
The Goddess of Flash couldn't have scolded him for that if she wanted to. The thought itself was almost petrifying. Then of course, Yoruichi's playful nature won out any further seriousness. "I know a way to warm up…"
Urahara gave her a heated grin and soon she was on her back with him above her.
"How about we make some flares of our own now…?"
She had never agreed with him more.
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Brilliant amber eyes opened sleepily to the light of a new day to discover there was a wonderful source of heat putting pressure on his chest. Even in his half-lucid state from just waking up, he smiled widely and lazily stretched his arms before wrapping them around the toned body lying on his. He had no idea how long they had been out but he couldn't bring himself to give a damn.
Life simply couldn't get any better.
He finally had enough power to stop anything that would threaten his family and friends, he had friends that relied on him and cared about him, and now…he had love. She was everything he could have ever hoped for and more, and most importantly, she was
his. Even his damned Hollow seemed to be in a good mood today.
For Ichigo Kurosaki, there were few times since his mother had died that he had been in this good of a mood. Then, he remembered what he had to do sometime in the near future and he groaned.
Dad's gonna have a hay-day
with this! He moaned inwardly.
He would be able to put up with most anything his father was going to come up with, he knew that much, but if there was even
one word about grandchildren…he knew that if
he didn't punch him first,
Tatsuki would. He would deal with any amount of embarrassment beforehand to be able to see that.
He grinned devilishly. Now he couldn't
wait to tell his dad the good news.
The smaller body resting on his moved from the noise of his groan and small words came out of her mouth incoherently before she snuggled up into his arms more and instilled an almost freakish calm on the young man. He couldn't help but beam with pride and adoration at the woman lying on him.
Yes, life definitely couldn't get any better.
He sighed contently and this time when he looked down, the most entrancing pair of black eyes was looking back at him. Her black hair was skewed everywhere around her head and her smile seemed to block out the sun. They were both disheveled and the definition of bedhead rested on top of their heads, but seeing each other first thing in the morning was an experience that made their engagement seem all the more appropriate.
They couldn't wait.
"You really proposed?" She whispered sleepily, like she thought it might have been some kind of dream.
Ichigo gave another one of his rare grins that would hopefully become commonality for her. "If I remember right you said yes, or was that a dream too?" He joked and received a feeble punch to his chest as a response.
Morning truly is a wonderful time, no strength yet. He was thankful and smiling mentally, but the only clue to his amusement on the outside was a light, single-breath chuckle.
"What time is it?" She asked eventually, though she couldn't care less honestly.
Ichigo looked around for a clock, but finding none, he shrugged. He obviously shared her sentiment. "No idea. Who cares? We can be late for school today."
Tatsuki nodded and put her head back down on his chest, eliciting a deep sigh of contentment from her newfound lover. "I guess you're right. I would have missed ten days anyway, what's a late instead of an absence going to do?"
"No clue whatsoever," he breathed out languidly. In truth, he didn't want them to move from this spot for the next millennium. It was way too comfortable. Suddenly, the same thought seemed to hit them both at the same time and a simultaneous groan was issued.
"We left our bodies at Urahara's, didn't we?" They both said as once, then with the same synchronization, slammed their heads back into what they had been resting on in their mutual frustration. For Ichigo it was only the bed, but Tatsuki forgot she was lying on her lover and not her bed and smacked her forehead right into his chest. The air left him in a
whoosh and he groaned in pain instead of the previous gloom of having to go recover his body.
I take it back, she does
have strength in the morning, he whimpered, and resisted the urge to clutch his chest.
"Oh jeez! I'm sorry Ichigo!" He gave her a weak smile in response and tried to give her a thumbs-up, but failed miserably. He may be one of the strongest, if not
the strongest, being in the universe, but he hadn't expected to get head-butted in the chest, and by his fiancé no less. When a wicked grin came over her face, he knew it meant one of two things and he had one of two choices. Naturally, they were: if he should run for his life, or stay right where he was. "Here," she purred lowly, "let me kiss it better."
He decided he'd stay right where he was.
Her lips were exactly how he remembered them even though they weren't where he preferred them, which was over his of course. His nerves may have been half-dead from sleepiness but they were brought back to life in an instant the moment her moist lips met his chiseled chest. It was a small peck at first, barely enough to be felt had his skin not been tightening in anticipation since her head started its descent down to his flesh, but it was enough. He couldn't help but let loose a strangled whimper when her lips touched the already-healing bruise on his chest and was pleasantly surprised when instead of stopping, she continued, placing kisses wherever she wanted without so much as a warning as to when or where she would strike next.
Ichigo had made a promise to himself before they had even gotten to the stage they were at now, before they had ever made love. He had promised himself he wouldn't pressure her, he wouldn't force her to do anything just for his own pleasure. Right then he was holding on to that promise with every strand of willpower he had left. He wanted so badly to run his hands over her body and make her shriek with joy like she had the other night. What he wanted more than anything was to flip their positions and take her with every ounce of force he could muster. Nature had taken its course over the night, but right then that wasn't the reason for the engorged erection that was aching for attention between their bodies.
She could bring him to this state with little more than her kisses, and she was gaining more and more confidence as she continued, pushing him ever closer to the already teetering edge he was on.
If she does any more…I might not make it, his struggling brain managed to think.
Then… she started gently nibbling on his chest and made a tingling trail of marks down to his abs, where she paid special attention to each individual mass of defined muscle and scar tissue that resided there.
Ichigo lost it.
Within the span of a hair's breadth Tatsuki found herself lying underneath a body comprised of pure emotion, and she was looking up into eyes of deep molten gold. She had barely gotten over the surprise of lacking his body beneath hers when his head darted down and pressed their lips together, gleefully forcing all thought from her mind. His hungry mouth devoured hers with passionate need and she returned the favor just as vigorously but failed to keep up. She had thought she had seen Ichigo lost to passion before, but she had been wrong. Her body responded to his with each and every motion of his mouth on hers and his large hands over her skin, craving it as much as his craved hers. She was all too aware of the hardened flesh pressing against her thigh and she fleetingly thought of how little she hurt and how fast Soul Reapers heal.
That was stopped when her orange-haired lover stopped kissing her and she longingly let his lips leave hers, satisfied to look up at him pleadingly, only to be stopped dead by the sight that greeted her.
The Vizard's powerful chest was pumping in his heavy breaths and his eyes seemed to swallow her whole in their depth, but what had her main focus was the black being allowed into the whites of her lover's unfathomable amber eyes.
He visibly struggled to form words against his breathing as he hovered above her, she could tell. But she knew, deep inside, that what he was struggling against wasn't bloodlust, no, what he was struggling against could be seen clearly in those endless eyes. "Tatsuki…do you…have
any idea…what you… do to me?"
She drove him wild; set free the chemicals that had been hammering against his self-control. She was what he wanted but more importantly, she made herself what he
needed. She could do that to him, and though he was partially concerned with how much power she had over him, one part of him didn't mind that one bit.
Even in the state she had put him in, he knew he needed to put her pleasure before his. He wouldn't take what wasn't freely given, but every other part of him was screaming for him to complete the bond they had recently performed.
Grinning seductively, she saw his straining muscles twitch at the simple gesture, and that gave even more fuel to her smile. "The same things you do to me," she answered huskily.
She recognized the fact she was allowing her own eyes to start their transformation but more important to her was the effects her words were having on her fiancé, which was a near-manic grin. Again, she could see him try to form words but she already knew what his question was going to be. She could see how hard he was struggling against his, and his Hollow's, most basic urges and it was all because of her.
She took great pride in that.
She didn't allow him to ask anything, instead she propelled her hips upward and willingly plunged his manhood into her eager folds. Both of them gasped at the suddenness of their joining but at the same time it was like a sigh of relief for the two. Tatsuki dug her fingers into his shoulders and pulled herself up to his ear, where she whispered the two words that Ichigo had been longing to hear:
"Let go."
He obeyed enthusiastically.
Tatsuki only had the time within a heart's beat to see what had come over her lover before she lost herself to the sensations, but it was all she needed. Ichigo's face looked so different when his eyes were a Vizard's glowing yellow. His normally wide and usually naive eyes seemed to lengthen and thin, as did his lips. His face changed from an innocent teenager that had seen far too much in his limited lifetime, to that of something far more dangerous. This face was cunning and fierce, angled and knowing. The personality behind the power hadn't changed, but the face wielding it had.
She took a certain degree of satisfaction and warmth in the knowledge of what she saw brewing within the shimmering orbs looking down on her. The eyes she thought would be full of bloodlust and malice, the cold eyes of a monster that she thought she had seen when Ichigo had called out his mask at the gym, held nothing of the sort. They were looking at her with lust and need, and they held a sense of belonging and love that she never thought a Hollow's eyes would be able to convey. She didn't know how he could have his Hollow's eyes without his mask, but she didn't care to know the answer at that moment.
She didn't know her eyes were exactly the same.
If she did, she wouldn't have cared.
When the heartbeat was over and her mind accelerated back to the Present, all higher brain functions were lost instantaneously. Flesh and nerves, muscle and cells, they all seemed to blend together under his assault. Every part of her body was reeling in love and passion, pushing into her with what she could only suspect was Shunpo. He was relentless in his thrusts but they were decisive and careful, being sure to hit places that set off whole clusters of nerves at once with minimal effort but maximum force. Even now, he was memorizing her body and putting old knowledge gained to work. She could only cry out as he set her body ablaze as she tried with all her might to reciprocate what he was doing to her.
Everything they had ever felt before and more charged through their systems like electricity, sparking different nerves, different noises, different reactions. Looking down on her right then, Ichigo Kurosaki had no choice but to lose himself in the untamed beauty that was Tatsuki Arisawa. The woman was like fire incarnate, graceful fluidness combined with unadulterated strength. As she writhed under him and did everything she could to increase the force of their bodies, her Hollowized eyes suddenly opened and locked with his. Just like that their lips met, the raw emotion between the two suddenly palpable in the air around them as they bruised flesh only recently healed.
This wasn't slow and drawn out like they had first done. This was a charge at full speed towards the edge of oblivion that they both knew awaited them. Their bodies tensed and shivered against each other and with mutual screams they reached their completion as Tatsuki's fingers dug into his shoulders hard enough to break his skin.
They collapsed next to each in a grinning heap, nearly laughing at the reckless display of love they had just experienced. They watched each other as the black slowly ebbed out of their eyes and returned to normal with loving smiles and Ichigo tenderly ran a hand down the side of Tatsuki's face.
"I love you, Tatsuki Arisawa. I honestly love you."
Tatsuki absorbed his words with full understanding. "I love you too," she replied softly and traced where the red marks on his mask would be had it been out. "
All of you."
Ichigo clasped her hand and held it against his face lovingly. "You realize at this rate we're never going to get to school, right?" He asked with gentle condemnation, to which she only smiled.
"What's another day off gonna matter?"
His toothy grin in response could have made the entire school population faint from sheer shock. "Who knows and who cares?"
Then he kissed her again.
Telling everyone could wait, he had more important things to do.
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Author's Notes: Same as before. Thanks for reading!
