He didn't even see it coming!
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He didn't even see it coming!
This is just a quick “I can’t sleep because of the exciting new manga update” oneshot. It’s Ulquiorra and Ichigo. BUT IT HAS MASSIVE SPOILERS! As in…. it’s based on the recent March 19th ’09 release. But it was SO AMAZING I COULDN’T SLEEP! Let me say first of all, I could never see Uqluiorra as Ichigo’s uke… BUT I couldn’t really see those two together period, sooo, this last manga update made it so! Now Ichigo’s Hollow is twisted enough to uke the poor still-super-awesome Ulquiorra. >w< … That’s my take on it anyway…
I am changing it a little, like I always do… For instance, there will be no severing of limbs… just yet.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach in any way shape or form and make no profit of any kind AT ALL…. Although I do consider Uqluiorra my Alter ego. >w<
I was obsessed enough with him to shave my eye brows off for the cosplay… although I already drew them on anyway. XD OK! SMEX TIME!!
Please Rate and Review ^w^
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“Impossible…” He remembered saying.
“No matter how much it looks like one, there’s no way a human…” The air around him even seemed unrecognizable. No circumstances could explain this.
With crackling, with stinging, Ulquiorra stood to his fullest height, like he always had. He stood before the new form, the new enemy. Kurosaki Ichigo was gone. This new threat stood before their kingdom and he could not let him have it.
“Who are you?” He asked, again and again. The enemy couldn’t even respond, or chose not to. Either way, he received no answer, and saw no enemy suddenly. The rush of air signaling where he’d gone, but before Uqluiorra could turn to counter, a blow sent him into a wall. The crumbled bits fell from their foundation more slowly than his enemy moved. The new hollow took hold of him and swung the winged Arrancar, one wing dragging on the air limply, broken, useless. Ulquiorra’s breath stopped momentarily when he crashed through another wall, feeling the sharpened claws of this new enemy slice his back, a trail of red trickling down the crevice of his spine.
Finally. “Heh, heh, heh…” A pause. He had his break, he used it to turn, to see the eyes staring at him. Those yellow eyes. The black voids. “What’s wrong?” That odd voice asked, he felt a finger wipe up the trickle of blood. What’s this? A strange chill ran up the Arrancar’s spine. A chill?
The enemy’s hand grasped tightly at Ulquiorra’s hair, pulling it until he was lifted up off the ground and then smacking the Quatra Espada into a wall, his eyes sent spinning with bright flashes of light. He staggered for a split second only to be pushed back even further into that same wall, this time his breath being forced from him.
Ulquiorra coughed, his blank eyes staring forward as he coughed, looking slowly up. “What are you?” He asked simply, his tone still hadn’t changed.
“That tone…” The new hollow growled. “I hate it…” It laughed and grabbed at the Arrancar’s throat, squeezing, enjoying the look, the struggle. One hand held him against the wall while the other seized the Arrancar’s free hands, keeping them from causing trouble.
Ulquiorr’a eyes dilated a moment, and then returned, rolling every now and then, but that blank look remained for the most part. At some point he remembered the yellow eyes drawing closer, they laughed at him, and then he felt that hot breath, hotter than normal breath. It seared his neck, his neck which was suddenly free, but he was still in a daze. The hand that had held his neck disappeared, but it reappeared, finding the corners of his hollows hole. That. That was when that blank tone faded.
His breath caught, it could be heard, his eyes winced but quickly returned, his mouth gaped but bit shut to hold back something he hadn’t uttered since, before he could remember. It seeped out his nose in a tiny fluttering shudder. The next sense of feeling he had, was one of sharp pain. His eyes widened, as did his mouth. But still no cry. He looked down, catching glimpses of red, Four streaks dripping down his chest, his naked transformed body. The new Hollow laughed louder in his ear, he felt the jagged skeleton teeth biting down on a strong tendon in his neck, drawing a small grunt from the Arrancar.
“Ahaha!” The beast laughed, it’s reiatsu was enough to make Ulquiorra’s hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. It took such delight in his obvious discomfort, his inability to seem familiar with this at all. Even with what Aizen had put him through, this was no picnic for the Arrancar.
Those strong hands, the newly revived hands gripped tightly at the weaker one’s hips, nails cutting in, ripping in and he heard a cry ring out, was it himself? Ulquiorra stared confused at the Enemy, looking back up into those new eyes. The were gone quickly though, having spun him around. Ulquiorra felt the blunt presence of a body pressing against him, his arms free but holding him up, having lost such strength, so much blood. The wall beneath his hands almost seemed his only foundation, it was the only thing keeping him from falling. The only thing stronger than that wall might have been his eyes, staring on blankly while he felt the body behind him, hot against him, hard against him.
It pushed against Ulquiorra, it pushed his head to the wall, his hands straining to keep himself from being smashed while the body pushed harder against him until finally, it released him, his body slipping. After the sound of fabric being tossed around had finished, those sharp claws grabbed his hips once more, ripping into the naked transformed skin, the strong shell. They left his hips and lower back and cheeks bruised and bleeding while they situated him. The Arrancar knew what would happen, it could feel what was coming. Perhaps that’s why he hadn’t tried to get away, rather than being too weak, too stunned, perhaps the breath catching held him in place, the rushing blood and heated skin.
Ulquiorra gasped when he felt, that. The enemy had revealed itself, hard, phallic. It’s length pressed up tightly between the Arrancar’s cheeks, spreading them with pivoting, testing the puckered muscle, the tissue, it’s give, not that it would matter. And of course it didn’t, the enemy pushed in fiercely. Now Ulquiorra did remember this cry, he remembered it because it felt so alien, the cry that had come form himself, it sounded human. His fingers clenched and pushed back so hard to keep himself up his knuckles bloodied against the wall. Once his head had dropped, the enemy having fallen into a rhythm rather quickly, his insides began aching. Ulquiorra’s mouth hung open with quick short pants.
He heard that laugh again and his hair was pulled tightly back. That cold skeleton face pressed to his, the hot hand burning his head while that searing breath felt its way over his neck again, biting once again. This time, an even more human sound broke the Arrancar, something that took Aizen at least a dozen minutes to find, this only took a dozen seconds. Ulquiorra moaned, those blank eyes closed and he shivered against the bite, his neck aching, that tendon burning, his insides twisting around the thickened cock inside him, his own having thickened seconds before, possibly even minutes before.
The smacking between them seemed alien, but it was something Ulquiorra knew, something his voice told the enemy he knew. The moans and groans sounded so starved and it only drove the enemy further, that laugh continuing every once in a while, pulling at the black hair, the broken wing, the creamy white neck. The thrusts were vicious, doing plenty of damage, vengeful thrusts. His hands though, strongly gripping at the white Arrancar, but gently, stroking, feeling that body. It had never seemed so beautiful, the beaten Arrancar, the strong reborn body beneath him, having won over this mighty warrior. The new hollow bit once more and felt the back against his chest begin to heave more quickly. He knew what this meant, Ulquiorra knew too. His head fell, almost ashamed, but his moans rang out even more clearly, body undulating, trembling, until finally, the new hollow slipping one hand down, cupping and gather the Arrancar’s soft arrangment, feeling the hardened length jumping with anticipation as it was joined, stimulated.
Ulquiorra felt the thrusts deepen and he gasped sharply, a small pulse emitting from his body, sending small bits of debris flying from them, his prostate deep within taking the beating now, tiny white flashes stealing his breath. That coupled with the hand in his crotch sent him over, a few more pants and then he let a loud moan slip, spilling over the hand, covering the broken wall in front of them, his knees shaking until they gave out. He felt the absence inside him suddenly and shivered, falling against the wall, his knees beneath him.
The new hollow stroked that soft black hair, wiping the dampened strands from the Arrancar’s face. Ulauiorra was turned then, facing that darkened hardened cock before him, the new hollow pushed forward, not even having to wait for the Arrancar, the fatigued Espada knew what was coming. He took it, his tired eyes half lidded as the length was driven deep into his throat where he swallowed hard against the tip. Once it was wrenched free, it slid back in. After a few more quick thrusts, eyes watering from the tight grip in his hair, he tasted the seed, sweetened, spicy, it was hotter than the new hollow’s breath, and it filled his mouth completely, spilling, his chin dripping.
When that hand released him, he fell defeated to his side, looking up at the new hollow, admiring its own work on the broken Arrancar. Ulquiorra’s vision faded slowly, and all he heard until that black void, was, “Heh heh heh. I’m the human…”
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I totally did not know how to end that. But I hope a dozen of you brilliant Bleach authors come out with even sexier Super Ulquiorra/Super Ichigo pairing fics! … that’s my name for them I’ve decided. XD
I am changing it a little, like I always do… For instance, there will be no severing of limbs… just yet.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach in any way shape or form and make no profit of any kind AT ALL…. Although I do consider Uqluiorra my Alter ego. >w<
I was obsessed enough with him to shave my eye brows off for the cosplay… although I already drew them on anyway. XD OK! SMEX TIME!!
Please Rate and Review ^w^
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“Impossible…” He remembered saying.
“No matter how much it looks like one, there’s no way a human…” The air around him even seemed unrecognizable. No circumstances could explain this.
With crackling, with stinging, Ulquiorra stood to his fullest height, like he always had. He stood before the new form, the new enemy. Kurosaki Ichigo was gone. This new threat stood before their kingdom and he could not let him have it.
“Who are you?” He asked, again and again. The enemy couldn’t even respond, or chose not to. Either way, he received no answer, and saw no enemy suddenly. The rush of air signaling where he’d gone, but before Uqluiorra could turn to counter, a blow sent him into a wall. The crumbled bits fell from their foundation more slowly than his enemy moved. The new hollow took hold of him and swung the winged Arrancar, one wing dragging on the air limply, broken, useless. Ulquiorra’s breath stopped momentarily when he crashed through another wall, feeling the sharpened claws of this new enemy slice his back, a trail of red trickling down the crevice of his spine.
Finally. “Heh, heh, heh…” A pause. He had his break, he used it to turn, to see the eyes staring at him. Those yellow eyes. The black voids. “What’s wrong?” That odd voice asked, he felt a finger wipe up the trickle of blood. What’s this? A strange chill ran up the Arrancar’s spine. A chill?
The enemy’s hand grasped tightly at Ulquiorra’s hair, pulling it until he was lifted up off the ground and then smacking the Quatra Espada into a wall, his eyes sent spinning with bright flashes of light. He staggered for a split second only to be pushed back even further into that same wall, this time his breath being forced from him.
Ulquiorra coughed, his blank eyes staring forward as he coughed, looking slowly up. “What are you?” He asked simply, his tone still hadn’t changed.
“That tone…” The new hollow growled. “I hate it…” It laughed and grabbed at the Arrancar’s throat, squeezing, enjoying the look, the struggle. One hand held him against the wall while the other seized the Arrancar’s free hands, keeping them from causing trouble.
Ulquiorr’a eyes dilated a moment, and then returned, rolling every now and then, but that blank look remained for the most part. At some point he remembered the yellow eyes drawing closer, they laughed at him, and then he felt that hot breath, hotter than normal breath. It seared his neck, his neck which was suddenly free, but he was still in a daze. The hand that had held his neck disappeared, but it reappeared, finding the corners of his hollows hole. That. That was when that blank tone faded.
His breath caught, it could be heard, his eyes winced but quickly returned, his mouth gaped but bit shut to hold back something he hadn’t uttered since, before he could remember. It seeped out his nose in a tiny fluttering shudder. The next sense of feeling he had, was one of sharp pain. His eyes widened, as did his mouth. But still no cry. He looked down, catching glimpses of red, Four streaks dripping down his chest, his naked transformed body. The new Hollow laughed louder in his ear, he felt the jagged skeleton teeth biting down on a strong tendon in his neck, drawing a small grunt from the Arrancar.
“Ahaha!” The beast laughed, it’s reiatsu was enough to make Ulquiorra’s hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. It took such delight in his obvious discomfort, his inability to seem familiar with this at all. Even with what Aizen had put him through, this was no picnic for the Arrancar.
Those strong hands, the newly revived hands gripped tightly at the weaker one’s hips, nails cutting in, ripping in and he heard a cry ring out, was it himself? Ulquiorra stared confused at the Enemy, looking back up into those new eyes. The were gone quickly though, having spun him around. Ulquiorra felt the blunt presence of a body pressing against him, his arms free but holding him up, having lost such strength, so much blood. The wall beneath his hands almost seemed his only foundation, it was the only thing keeping him from falling. The only thing stronger than that wall might have been his eyes, staring on blankly while he felt the body behind him, hot against him, hard against him.
It pushed against Ulquiorra, it pushed his head to the wall, his hands straining to keep himself from being smashed while the body pushed harder against him until finally, it released him, his body slipping. After the sound of fabric being tossed around had finished, those sharp claws grabbed his hips once more, ripping into the naked transformed skin, the strong shell. They left his hips and lower back and cheeks bruised and bleeding while they situated him. The Arrancar knew what would happen, it could feel what was coming. Perhaps that’s why he hadn’t tried to get away, rather than being too weak, too stunned, perhaps the breath catching held him in place, the rushing blood and heated skin.
Ulquiorra gasped when he felt, that. The enemy had revealed itself, hard, phallic. It’s length pressed up tightly between the Arrancar’s cheeks, spreading them with pivoting, testing the puckered muscle, the tissue, it’s give, not that it would matter. And of course it didn’t, the enemy pushed in fiercely. Now Ulquiorra did remember this cry, he remembered it because it felt so alien, the cry that had come form himself, it sounded human. His fingers clenched and pushed back so hard to keep himself up his knuckles bloodied against the wall. Once his head had dropped, the enemy having fallen into a rhythm rather quickly, his insides began aching. Ulquiorra’s mouth hung open with quick short pants.
He heard that laugh again and his hair was pulled tightly back. That cold skeleton face pressed to his, the hot hand burning his head while that searing breath felt its way over his neck again, biting once again. This time, an even more human sound broke the Arrancar, something that took Aizen at least a dozen minutes to find, this only took a dozen seconds. Ulquiorra moaned, those blank eyes closed and he shivered against the bite, his neck aching, that tendon burning, his insides twisting around the thickened cock inside him, his own having thickened seconds before, possibly even minutes before.
The smacking between them seemed alien, but it was something Ulquiorra knew, something his voice told the enemy he knew. The moans and groans sounded so starved and it only drove the enemy further, that laugh continuing every once in a while, pulling at the black hair, the broken wing, the creamy white neck. The thrusts were vicious, doing plenty of damage, vengeful thrusts. His hands though, strongly gripping at the white Arrancar, but gently, stroking, feeling that body. It had never seemed so beautiful, the beaten Arrancar, the strong reborn body beneath him, having won over this mighty warrior. The new hollow bit once more and felt the back against his chest begin to heave more quickly. He knew what this meant, Ulquiorra knew too. His head fell, almost ashamed, but his moans rang out even more clearly, body undulating, trembling, until finally, the new hollow slipping one hand down, cupping and gather the Arrancar’s soft arrangment, feeling the hardened length jumping with anticipation as it was joined, stimulated.
Ulquiorra felt the thrusts deepen and he gasped sharply, a small pulse emitting from his body, sending small bits of debris flying from them, his prostate deep within taking the beating now, tiny white flashes stealing his breath. That coupled with the hand in his crotch sent him over, a few more pants and then he let a loud moan slip, spilling over the hand, covering the broken wall in front of them, his knees shaking until they gave out. He felt the absence inside him suddenly and shivered, falling against the wall, his knees beneath him.
The new hollow stroked that soft black hair, wiping the dampened strands from the Arrancar’s face. Ulauiorra was turned then, facing that darkened hardened cock before him, the new hollow pushed forward, not even having to wait for the Arrancar, the fatigued Espada knew what was coming. He took it, his tired eyes half lidded as the length was driven deep into his throat where he swallowed hard against the tip. Once it was wrenched free, it slid back in. After a few more quick thrusts, eyes watering from the tight grip in his hair, he tasted the seed, sweetened, spicy, it was hotter than the new hollow’s breath, and it filled his mouth completely, spilling, his chin dripping.
When that hand released him, he fell defeated to his side, looking up at the new hollow, admiring its own work on the broken Arrancar. Ulquiorra’s vision faded slowly, and all he heard until that black void, was, “Heh heh heh. I’m the human…”
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I totally did not know how to end that. But I hope a dozen of you brilliant Bleach authors come out with even sexier Super Ulquiorra/Super Ichigo pairing fics! … that’s my name for them I’ve decided. XD