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A.N. I wrote this because i really like the byakuya X rukia pairing. I use the fact that she is adopted to make myself feel better about the brother/sister thing. If you don't like it, don't read.

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disclaimer: the only bleach i own is under my bathroom sink, and it smells like wildflowers, or something like that.

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There it was again... that distinct, all-too-familiar scent.

Rukia trembled as she moved as quickly and as quietly as she could through the halls of the Kuchiki manor. The unmistakeable scent of ylang ylang mixed with male pheremones.../He is home/... Her heartbeat echoed in her ears so loud that she was sure anyone would be able to hear it. She palmed the dagger she had concealed in her yukata. She slipped quietly from the kitchen into a guest bedroom and closed the door without so much as a rustle of fabric or the creak of wood. She allowed herself a few calming breaths before going over to the window, and sliding it open easily.

She froze with her foot on the sill as every hair on her body began to stand on end, save for her mid-length glossy black locks. Every nerve ending in her body felt on fire and she cursed her inadequate shinigami skills as his oppressive reiatsu seemed to suffocate her with its intensity, as if it were burning itself into her very skin.

/He was coming closer .../

She removed her leg from its awkward position on the sill, her heart skipping a beat as she felt him move into her personal space. Both stood quietly for several long seconds before the deep baritone voice of Kuchiki Byakuya broke the unbearable silence.

"Going somewhere, Rukia-chan?"

Rukia's voice froze like a solid mass in her throat, neither allowing her to breathe or speak. It was just as well, because he would see right through her lies. So she let her silcence answer for her. Byakuya grazed the length of her right arm with his fingertips, sending shivers through her body until his hand connected with the blade held in her hand. She surrendered the knife to him, knowing that any resistance was not only futile but outright laughable. Rukia considered for a moment what she had ever done to deserve this. She had heard rumors of the real reason for her adoption, but now she was certain that they were truths. She had seen the picture he kept hidden away. The resemblance was incredibly eerie.

She refused to let him see her cry, but nonetheless she felt her dark eyes brimming with unshed tears. Her situation was not going to change anytime soon. This was the reality of her life. She would give anything to be back in Rukongai, but that would mean living without Renji. Rukia wasn't sure which was worse. Although, she may as well be alone here too.... it's not as if she could tell Renji the things that Byakuya does to her. It would only drive a wedge between them. Byakuya has Renji's utmost respect as well as being his vice-captain. And no one else would believe a street-urchin from Rukongai. The respect that was grudgingly given to her by other shinigami was due entirely to Byakuya.

It sickened Rukia to see the way that Renji looks at her everyday, knowing that he loves her. But she will never be able to return that love, not when Byakuya has taken the only thing precious she ever owned, something which she had planned on giving to Renji... herself. Somewhere deep in her heart, Rukia knew that Byakuya would never share her with anyone.

Byakuya turned her around to face him, watching as her eyes fell to the polished hardwood floor. It started this way each time. Each time he would have to draw her out, each time he would have to coax her into arousal. He knew how it pained her, these things that he did with her. But alas, he did not have the willpower to stop himself. Several times had he told himself that he would never again take her, but sooner or later his resolve would break, and once again he would submit to his overpowering urges. He knew that she was not her sister; the differences between them were many. But to look at her was like seeing his dead wife in the flesh. It was overbearing, his need to hold her and kiss her, the need to feel her around him in every sense of the word.

/She will never understand.../

Byakuya pulled her into his embrace, just allowing himself to feel her so close to him; to touch her soft black hair, to feel her slim waist in his arms, to press his face into the crook of her neck and inhale her heavenly scent. She is intoxicating, just like Hisana was. He kept her tight in his embrace as he guided them over to the richly embellished futon matress, kissing the exposed column of her neck as he pulled her down with him.

Byakuya could feel his control slipping as he gently bit and tugged the shell of her ear and felt the tremor in her body. He knew what that did to her. He planted little kisses from her jaw to her lips while his hands urgently untied the belt to her black yukata, pushing it aside to reveal her perfect breasts for his hands and mouth. He kissed her deeply, his tongue mapping evey crevice of her mouth as his free hand began rubbing and lightly pinching her candy-pink nipples.

Rukia did her best not to make any sound that might encourage him, but as he enveloped her tightened nipple into his hot mouth she couldn't help the gasp that escaped her kiss-swollen lips. He suckled first one then the other, giving them each a turn. Her breath sped up as he pushed the rest of her yukata out of the way, giving her open-mouthed kisses along her belly and sides, leaving tingling, heated flesh in their wake. Her hands shook as he pushed her legs apart, exposing her to his hungry gaze. She wanted to push his head away, but instead gripped the dark purple sheets as Byakuya's tongue tasted and teased her most intimate of places. Her hips started bucking of their own accord as his tongue had found a steady, mind-blowing rhythm, each masterful stroke causing her to lubricate with her own arousal.

/Nii-sama...../

Byakuya was getting high off of her... the taste of her, the feel of her silken skin, the way that she writhed beneath him. His own need was pressing uncomfortably into the matress below, demanding that action be taken. Rukia startled as he abruptly stopped his ministrations and rid himself of his own clothes in breathtaking speed. Rukia offhandedly wondered if she would ever master shunpo like he had, then maybe she would stand a chance of escaping these heart-wrenching sessions. Her though process came to a dead halt as she felt the intense heat of his skin against hers and his erection pressing near to her entrance. She cursed her own traitorous body as she unconsciously moved her body against his, feeling the weight of him against her.

He gripped her chin, forcing her, no... willing her to look into his eyes as he slowly sank into her warm, wet body. Rukia could only gasp as he filled and stretched her with his rigid member, but it was not the sensation of his body entering hers that caused her alarm. It was the intensity of his gaze on her. Never before had she witnessed any emotion from her stoic adoptive brother, but there was definitely an unnamed emotion in his eyes as he slowly entered her again and again. He sat up and supported himself on his knees, splaying her legs wider and watched as her body took him in over and over, while gently massaging her clit with his thumb.

Rukia moaned ashamedly as his ministrations began to tighten the coil that she knew would soon burst and send her careening into orgasmic oblivion. She turned her head so that he would not see the conflicting emotions in her eyes as the coil in her body wound tighter, her fists still anchored firmly in the sheets.

Byakuya doubled his efforts, stroking her clit faster and teasing her breasts once more even as he increased the pace of his thrusting. He was in heaven, feeling her inner walls beginning to constrict around him, going so deep inside that he hit her cervix with every single thrust.

Rukia could not control herself as a hand moved of it's own accord to her lower abdomen, where she could feel Byakuya's length driving deep inside of her through the skin and small layer of muscle. And then it hit her. She screamed without any reguard to her volume as her inner muscles began rhythmically contracting against Byakuya's hardened member, feeling her juices coat him and seep out onto the sheets below.

Byakuya watched with rapt fascination as Rukia's orgasm overtook her. He bit his lip until he drew blood in an effort to keep from coming, but as the contractions around his cock grew more intense, he fell over the edge with her.

/I love you..../

Byakuya fell forward to claim her mouth in a kiss as intense as their mutual orgasms. Rukia was overwhelmed with sensations as she felt Byakuya release into her with wave after wave of his seed while her muscles were still fluttering around him, and his tongue tasting her mouth. They lay there together for several minutes, neither wanting to give up the warmth and comfort, and neither wanting to face the aftermath of the situation. But as they lay there, rational thought slowly returning, Rukia recalls something she heard, something she thinks she wasn't supposed to hear.

/I love you.../

Rukia wasn't sure if it was her he was really speaking to. But something in her heart tells her that even if those words were meant for someone else, that even she must hold some special place in his heart. After all, he had chosen her. And she knew that there was no other. /Well, none living./


Owari./The End

A.N. I could not think of a suitable name for this fic, so if you supply me with suggestions, I will pick the best one! I hope that everyone enjoyed. Please review even if you hate it.... the review button is just a click away!!
I may write an epilogue or something if the review respone is enough... hint, hint.