Hunger

A/N: Just a short drabble
Disclaimer: Bleach is the property of the awesome Kubo Tite

Ichigo Kurosaki sat up abruptly in his bed clutching his bed sheets and sweating profusely. Despite his quivering legs he managed to bring his shivering body to the bathroom before he threw up all the contents of his stomach. When he finished he raised himself to stare at his reflection in the bathroom mirror above the sink. To his relief he found a pale flushed face and brown eyes instead of angry yellow pupils and a bone white mask. It was the third time since this week that he had been awoken by these horrific nightmares, where his hollow side had escaped from his control and devoured all his family and friends.
He hated to admit to himself that his hollow side was gaining more and more over him each day. Aside from the insane mad laughter he usually heard he found himself more and more often plagued by his hollow’s feelings, the insatiable emptiness and hunger. In the beginning Rukia had told him that hollows were fallen human souls which devoured other souls to fill the void left by their hearts but he never truly understood what drove them to eat their loved ones until now.
Recently he found himself fascinated by the higher than normal reiatsu of his friends and much to his disgust he had found himself wondering how they would taste like, he imagined that Chad would be like full a grain cereal, bland but filling, Ishida would be like bitter dark chocolate and Inoue like sweet sponge cake. The mad crackling laughter of his hollow would then interrupt his disturbing thoughts and Ichigo would find himself in new depths of despair unable to look his friends in their eyes.
However with Rukia it was different and in his mind even worse. Her reiatsu more than anyone else’s sparked the gnawing hunger. Her soul seemed to be the most enticing of them all, a mixture of spicy and sweet scents and a heady aroma that was only hers. She made him want her, not only her soul but all of her.
He wanted all to himself, only himself; each of her smiles, looks and even her infamous temper tantrums, every corner of her heart, hide her from the world protect her from everything that could harm her even himself. At the same time he wanted every inch of her body, to touch, to taste and do as he please. He wanted to feel her surrender in his embrace, submit to him, her tongue in his mouth, and bend her body to his. He wanted to feel her naked body beneath his, all of her bare to his touch. He wanted her back arch as he mantled her body with his own and feel her legs clamped around his waist as he slid into her. He wanted her wetness clamped around him as he pushed her towards orgasm. He wanted to feel the pulse of her muscles around his cock as she came, the flush on her face and his named moaned from her lips as he brought them both to completion. He wanted her bottomless blue eyes locked on his, seeing only him, feeling only him.
He felt even more ashamed when he realized that this desire was his as much as his hollow’s.