Desire

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, I do not make money. Tite Kubo owns Bleach, Tite Kubo makes money. Thus, Tite Kubo > Me.

A/N: This is me getting into the right frame of mind for a multi-chapter lemon. You could call this a warm up, I haven't done a lemon in awhile. Enjoy.

In all truth, Ichigo had never meant for any of this to happen. He found that, looking back, he really didn't even make the choice to become part of this situation. Ichigo was a man who prided himself on his ability to act on his beliefs, but now, he didn't know what he was quite acting on.

There were numerous reasons for why he had reached where he was. The first and most obvious was the war. Over the course of night and day, Ichigo found himself at odds with every hollow and their mother, plus the arrancar. Fighting left him exhausted and drained, dirty and base. The constant fighting had awakened something primal in him, in that he no longer felt logic in battle, but rather instinct and impulse. Now, this mentality was bleeding over to the rest of his life.

The second, and just as equally obvious, was his own teenage mind and body. He was, of course, a normal sixteen year old boy at basics. Hormones raged through his body and mind, and over the course of his down time, his thoughts drifted to her. It was easy to know why. Her delicate curves, subtle but not missed beauty, and above all, her proximity to him. Every day he was next to her, fighting with her, holding her, carrying her, patching up her wounds, and so on. Each day, he touched her a million different times for a million different reasons, and she did the same to him.

Ichigo had never really meant to do anything to her, or to even do anything that night. He had just returned from a full night of hollow hunting, the moon already out of the sky and the faint rays of the sun creeping up from the horizon. He had collapsed on his bed, ready for the sleep that came so scarcely to him, when she showed up. To her, Ichigo was a partner, a best friend, somebody who held her utmost trust. So, she felt no shame in stripping from her damp, dirty clothing. There in his bedroom she had shed her robes, standing in only her most basic garments. She had stood there, stretching seductively, almost begging for him to get up.

Any other night, any other time, Ichigo would not have even contemplated the actions he took. Or, at worst case, he would have banished them from his mind before he could have moved from the bed. But Ichigo was worn to his last nerve after repeated nights of no sleep and constant fighting. With his exhaustion at its limit, his more base desires had made their way through his net of self-control, and into his mind. So, before he could process, he had pinned Rukia Kuchiki to the wall and, still clad in her underwear, kissed her with the all the force of his unleashed desires.

At first, she had gone stiff, her eyes wide as full moons in shock. Once it had reached her brain that he was kissing her, she offered a minute resistance. However, Ichigo was not the only one worn to a thread, not the only one who was at their breaking point, both physically and mentally. She needed this release as bad as he did, and so, after a few seconds of feeble resistance, she went lax with acceptance, and embraced Ichigo back.

Somewhere along the line of the pair's clash between tongues, with hands flying crazily across one another's bodies, they had lost their clothing. Rukia had untied Ichigo's sash and pushed off his robes, and he in turn had unclipped her bra. Where Ichigo had had at some point pushed his lover up against the wall and pulled her panties down from her legs, she to had coerced his boxers from his lower abdomen. By the time Ichigo had flung Rukia unceremoniously onto his bed, the two of them stood naked in the dark room.

For a split second, Ichigo considered forgoing Rukia's pleasure to make way for his own. He was already at full attention, and Rukia's most sensitive spot was already moist and warm from their animalistic act of grabbing hands and clashing tongues. However, these thoughts were banished, in favor of the gratification it would give Ichigo to see her squirm under him in pleasure. So, Ichigo had lowered himself onto the bed, and with quick movements, thrust a single one of his fingers into the folds between Rukia's thighs. She gave a gasp at the feeling of an intruder in her most secret of places, but her gasps were silenced when Ichigo's lips once again met her own. With confidence, Ichigo let his final hand move up to her left breast, softly stroking and massaging around her rosy bud.

As Rukia continued to moan into Ichigo's mouth, he picked up his own pace. He began to move his hand back and forth between Rukia's two breasts, and curled his first finger inside his lover's folds before inserting a second intruder. He began to thrust his left hand forward and back, his fingers simulating the acts of another part of his own body while Rukia squirmed under him. A minute or so passed, and out of impatience, Ichigo brushed a thumb against the most sensitive node just above Rukia's glistening entrance. She broke away from Ichigo's lips, a loud, coarse moan emanating from her as she cried out the name of her lover. Ichigo repeated the motion, circling the node with his thumb. Rukia arched her back, and in a matter of moments, her body spasmed and flushed in the wake of her most coveted release. She fell to the bed sheets, drops of sweat glistening on her flushed, pale skin. Rukia lie their spent, her breaths coming in hurried gasps.

With curiosity, Ichigo lifted the fingers he had inserted into Rukia's core from her body, looking them over. They were covered in a thick, translucent juice, juice which he licked from his fingers and lips with greedy gluttony. Summoning his broken strength, Ichigo lifted Rukia's exhausted form onto himself, and with careful precision, lined up his lips to her core. He took an experimental lap with his tongue and, when his response was a satisfied moan, Ichigo lost his inhibitions, crazily lapping and sucking.

At first, Rukia was overcome by the feeling of Ichigo's tongue on her folds, but as she settled into the sensation, she noticed her position, and acted according to her instincts. With shaking hands, Rukia grasped Ichigo's member and, leaning forward, took him into her mouth. At first it was a subtle motion, like licking a lollipop, then it was a light sucking. Soon, she had half of him in her mouth, and she thrust her mouth up and down on it as she lapped his most sensitive place with her wet tongue.

Ichigo moaned into her lips, but continued on with his work, and like before, eventually settled on Rukia's nub. He sucked on it softly, eliciting a moan like no other from the petite girl. Ichigo smiled greedily, and began to ravage the small bundle of nerves. Rukia moaned and screamed into Ichigo's erection, trying her hardest to continue her motion without biting down in pleasure. As her release came for a second time, Rukia wrapped her hand around his member and began to stroke vigorously, while crazily licking the head. Ichigo felt his release coming and, before he exploded, lifted Rukia from atop him. He quickly placed her on her back under him, and thrust himself into her center.

A feeling of completeness washed over Ichigo as he joined Rukia. Her folds, tightening around his member, felt like he had found heaven on Earth. The feeling, the desire overtook him, and with a powerful pull, Ichigo pulled out and thrust back into Rukia once again. Rukia, who had expected to feel pain, felt next to none. Not only had she been cherished by two releases, but her instincts ruled her thoughts at the moment. Any pain she felt was a puddle next to the sea of pleasure that washed over her.

Ichigo continued to thrust into his lover, his pace increasing with each thrust. Soon, his pelvis came into contact with Rukia's with a wet crash of sweaty flesh on flesh. The longer Ichigo ravaged Rukia, the more he felt his release approach. After a minute or so of fierce pounding, Ichigo could hold no longer, and with a harsh cry of his lover's name, Ichigo erupted within Rukia's core. If either had been lucid, they would have understood what that act might lead to, but the thought of pulling out had never crossed Ichigo's, or even Rukia's mind. They were ruled by desire, by instinct, and instinct told them to let him release his seed into Rukia's very center.

Despite this release, Ichigo nor Rukia felt satisfied. So, after a moment of rest, Ichigo flipped Rukia around on her hands and knees, her bottom sticking out before him. Ichigo wrapped his hands around Rukia's cheeks, and launched himself into her again. In this position of pure lust, Ichigo could pound even faster, and the pair moaned in unison, each calling out the other's name. They yelled and the pounded, they screamed and they released, and then Rukia flipped them over, so that she dominated over her partner. So it went, as the pair continued to satisfy one another for hours and hours, until the sun had taken it's place in the sky.

When the pair finally came to, when they were themselves again, they remembered what they had done, all of it. After a period of awkwardness, they had tried to sort things out, they had tried to talk. But, as per usual, the demand to slay hollows came before the chance. And so they were off, both exhausted, stick messes, but with a duty to preform.

In the end, the pair decided that it would be best to forget that the incident had ever happened. They had both been taken over by their instincts, and used each other to satisfy themselves. They would both forget it, and go back to how things were before. That was how it was settled.

In reality, Ichigo had never meant for any of it to happen. Even so, he came to an obvious realization.

If, given the choice, he were to go back in time, he would do the same thing over again.

Endnotes: Short and sweet, again, this was a sort of warm up, so I apologize if it was sub-par. Any feedback would be nice, and I'll be starting my real story in the next few weeks. It will be of a much lighter tone then this, but even so, if you liked this, then keep on the look out for more by me.