魅力愛 (Miryokuai: Charm of Love) Chapter 1
晴天の霹靂 (Seiten no heki-reki) "Thunderclap from a clear sky." –Anon

For Dr. Ichigo Kurosaki, tonight was just another brisk, cold night, alone in the living room, with his only company the chattering bullshit of the television, or vicious scraping sounds on the windows, caused by the furious autumn weather. His eyes flickered shut, as he melted into the warm heat of the couch beneath him, promising himself he'd only let his eyes rest for a moment. He ran a hand over his stubbled chin, as he slouched against his navy blue leathered seat.

Each word seemed to avoid his ears, as some documentary hosted the screen, as though a shield was set up around his mind. He snapped his eyes open, as he felt himself unwillingly doze away, rubbing the crest away with his fingertips, massaging his forehead as he sighed, relentlessly giving up for the evening, considering the early rise he'd have to take for work in the hospital the next morning. He stretched as he rose, switching the television off with a simple click of the remote. He dragged his feet along the carpeted floor, his mind set for the kitchen, deciding on making some hot chocolate for his sick room-mate, Orihime Inoue, and a coffee for himself.

His mind seemed unusually distant as he prepared the drinks, his body fatigued with the long shifts he had been working lately. He understood that as a doctor, there'd be a considerable amount of work involved, but compared to his experience at his family's clinic, he knew for a fact that he was in way over his head. He opened a jar before him, stacking a few biscuits up on his roommate's favourite pink plate, which happened to be a bright pink, decorated intricately with strawberries at the circumference.

His half-closed eyes trailed towards the window in the corner of the room, which appeared to be taking heavy damage from the bullets of rain and hailstone ricocheting from the paned glass. He saw a flash spread throughout the room, as he began counting the moments, soon hearing a thunderous clap echo through the tempest skies. The storm was only getting worse by each second, and was hardly fitting weather for a sleep-deprived man such as himself. He sighed, as the low rumbling reminded him of Inoue's fear of thunder storms.

As he waited for the kettle to boil, he heard murmurs leak from his room-mate's room; he translated the weak, hoarse whispers to be Inoue waking up after a long day of beauty sleep. She seemed to be calling his name out, as he poured the now ready hot water into the cups, and stirred the powders, adding a dash of milk, quickening his actions, to spare her doing any extra harm to her throat. Once ready, he balanced the mugs and plate in his hold, careful not to let the chocolate biscuits fall to the ground, or a single drop of liquid spill over the edge. Although he had plenty of money to move out, he secretly enjoyed sharing an apartment with his childhood friend; plus, he had to admit that one of the benefits of living in a flat was that there were no few troublesome stairs to climb, as the block was on a low level.

Through full hands, he found it impossible to knock, instead deciding to turn around slightly, budging the door open with his shoulder. He could hear his name even stronger now, as the frail voice beckoned him to come in. He opened the door to her bedroom, and turned his body inwards, his breathing halting with a sharp blow to his heart, as his movements became locked; his eyes became frozen in place, due to the mind-numbing sight before him.

"Ichi-go," The soft lips murmured, as a saccharine voice mewled through the brittle silence of the brisk evening. "Ichigo, please…" The pale rose of her lips shivered faintly, as Orihime Inoue lay flat in the centre of her bed, one hand indulging in self-pleasure, the other relishing in the silk touch of her bed sheets beneath of palms. Her brows knitted together, as her naked creamed body shimmered under the lamp emitting golden light, as it rose from the bed, her shoulders arched, as cascades of auburn hair fell across her back.

"Ich- Ichi... Mmm" Two delicate fingers slipped in and out of her moist core, as she brushed her thumb softly across a soft pearl, sending jolts of pleasure running through her veins. Her secondary hand latched on to a breast, as her body slouched, her thumb and forefinger twisting around the tips. "Ichi-go... You like that baby?"

He formed a mental note, restraining himself from groaning "Yes" in answer to her question. This was insane... She must have noticed his presence there; she must be doing this deliberately! His breath hitched at the magnificence of her hour-glass figure, her ample breasts resting perfectly in proportion with the smooth curves of her waist and hips. Her slim thighs lay astride, giving him a full view of her actions, causing his hands to shake, almost dropping the contents of his grasp.

Liquid heat pooled in his stomach, as he felt himself stiffening from this view. Shit... Shit, there's no fucking way this is happening... His body slouched slightly, doubting the happenings before him, certain he had fallen asleep back in the living room. He pinched himself, recoiling from the pain, as blood thrummed softly across his face, blushes forming in his cheeks. Inoue... What the hell has got into you...? He soon cut his thoughts off, as he heard moan after moan escape from her lips, her movements slowing.

"Ichigo... This is just for you, baby," She giggled softly, as she picked up a hot pink object lying by her thigh. Blush after blush congregated in his cheeks, hues staining his image, as realization struck him. He soon found himself glued to his spot, desperate to leave and never turn back, as she positioned the toy at her leaking folds, pushing it in all the way inside of her, hissing softly as it hit something hard. He noticed tears forming under her thick lashes, streaming down her cheeks as she sobbed. "Pull yourself together, girl..." She taunted herself, "Kurosaki-kun would never look at you this way, so just get it over with!" She took a deep breath, and prepared to push it further, ready to lose herself to a mindless, plastic toy.

Ichigo felt anger steaming in his body, as he watched her dainty hands pull the toy out, pausing. Guilt rose, as he felt partial responsibility, as if he had mentioned his feelings sooner, she wouldn't have needed the toy's pleasure. He had to say something... But that would put him across as some sort of perv; he could have left the room, but his body wouldn't let him. This wasn't him! This was something Kon would happily do! No... By now Kon would be invading the princess with his body... He paused, shivering at the thought of his younger twin's juxaposed personality.

"Hime..." A gentle voice whispered. Inoue gasped, halting her actions, as she jolted upright, blushing frivolously at the sight of her crush stood in the door-way.
"How... How..." Her tears brimmed, as she threw the toy across the room towards a pile of clothes in front of her closet. "How long have you been stood there for?! Get OUT!" She attempted to cover herself up with her fluffy pink cushion behind her, using the others to throw at the man stood before her.

Her sobs became louder, as Ichigo strained. Her naïvety, her innocence was almost... Alluring... He mentally smiled at himself for preserving what innocence she had left. She opened her eyes, which were red and glassy, peering through her clouded vision to see his erect state pressed against the tight denim of his skinny jeans.

"Ichigo, you HENTAI! Get out!" He tilted his head softly, his chocolate eyes pained at her harsh words.
"I'm... I..." He sighed, realizing there was no reason or excuse. "Gomen, Inoue... I came to bring you some hot chocolate and digestives... I... I should have left, I'm sorry..." He turned his body to a slight angle, before pausing. Her sniffles and pants only turned him on even the more.

"So much for being sick, eh, Hime?" He grinned softly to himself, placing the items in his hand on her bed-side table, perching himself at her side. He placed a hand on her forehead, relishing in the thrumming heat under his skin. She flinched at the coldness of his skin, her breathing becoming erratic under his touch. "You're boiling up, Inoue..." Seriousness clouded over his face for a moment, as he studied her panicked face.

"Trust me... I'm a doctor, I'm here to help... You might have a fever, Inoue..." He grinned, shattering the persona. "Or have you been doing something you shouldn't be, to make you all sweaty?" She blushed, shifting her gaze away from him.
"Don't tell me what I should and shouldn't be doing!" She half-snapped, the other half of her filling with guilt. "If you cared..."

"Don't lie to me any more than you have, Inoue..." He murmured, cutting her sentence off. "You can't lie to me, or yourself..." He brushed the back of his hand against her flared cheeks, swiping the tears away with a simple motion, the pink clashing with her peach skin. He entwined his fingers in the soft strands of her auburn hair, his face coming closer to hers. "Call me arrogant... But I know you want me, Inoue... Would you scream my name like that if you didn't?"

Her eyes grew wide, as she accepted her loss in this battle.
"Kurosaki-kun..." She whispered, pressing her warm forehead against his. "I don't want to be a virgin, Kurosaki-kun... That's why I was going to... The toy..."
"I know..." He traced delicate kisses across the bridge of her nose, his warm breath tracing her skin. She pouted her lips softly, her gaze shifting upwards towards his.

His scent directly in her face made her blush, as she listened intently to his breathing.
"Listen, Inoue... If you wanted to lose yourself... You're worth way more than losing it to a fucking toy..." He regained composure, biting his lip, wishing he could take back the anger in his voice.
"Kurosaki-kun... I... I didn't think you liked me..."

"Don't be stu-" He bit his lip again, pausing to rephrase his words. "I..." The sincerity in his eyes grew, gleaming as he gazed into beautiful gray pools of light. "I think... I mean... I know I..." Her face lit up, as she cut in swiftly, taking his lips in hers.

The kiss seemed to last for an eternity, as the pair experimented with one another, battling for the capture of the other. The fire seared through their skin, holding their hearts hostage and bound together in a fiery cage, as the two explored the depths of one another's mouths, moaning softly with approval, whenever the other did something appealing.

"Kurosaki-kun..." The sweet voice purred, as she tugged his shirt over his head, breaking the kiss. He groaned softly, pinning her down, as the bed released a soft squeak from the springs. He advanced his attacks on her neck, sucking softly at the delicate flesh, grinning with victory, as he managed to tear the pillow away from her determined clutch.

She pressed her palms against his tanned stomach, moaning as she felt the toned muscle throb under her skin. She closed her eyes, whispering his name in a mesmerized chant. She trailed her hands down towards his low set skinny jeans, playing with the button, pulling his fly down gently. He let out a faint hiss, as the pressure was finally released from his hard state; he knelt up, running his hands along the guided paths of her curvaceous thighs, resting her ankles on his shoulders.

He slipped out of the denim nuisance, removing his shorts in the process. Inoue blushed as she saw the size of him, nervously attempting to shift her body away from his hold.

"Uh... Kurosaki-kun... I... I don't think I..." She took a deep sigh, arranging her words in her mind. "I'm..."
"Nervous?" He grinned, revealing a flash of pure white teeth. He leaned his body towards hers, capturing her lips, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth. "You should be."
"Uh.. Ichigo... Fuck..."
"Now, now, that's no way for a princess to talk, now is it Hime?" He taunted softly, crushing his lips across her collar bone. "Heh, are you kidding me? That thing is bigger, it must have been what, 11, 12 inches?"

She whimpered as the passion spread like a virus through her mind, as she became locked onto his head falling further and further south towards her core, his precious lips trailing kisses in every inch of flesh possible.

Scattered remnants of her sanity urged her to stop him, whilst the other shards succumbed to the blissful pleasure leaking from her soul. His palms traced up across the flat plane of her stomach, using his thumb to trace across her navel, sending sparks across her mind.
"Ichigo..." She blushed, realizing her use of first name basis, scrambling around to correct herself. "Uh... Kurosaki-kun... Ku- Ku..." She shook her head, unable to tolerate the torment he was pushing her through.

He grinned, as though reading her mind, edged his head further and further towards her core, brushing the velvet strands of burnt orange hair across her tender flesh. He trailed his hands down across her thighs, holding her legs up by the knees, breathing softly against her folds. He tested the taste first, licking the soft liquid tracing her core, feeling satisfied with her aroma, which smelt so sweet, it almost tasted of delicate fruit, hand-picked from the finest season.

"Kurosaki-kun...?" The voice moaned curiously, her glazed silver eyes gleaming with purity. Ichigo smiled to himself, penetrating his animalistic like tongue deep inside of her, as elegant moaned droplets shimmied through the quiet air. He repeated his action, flicking his tongue in every direction possible, hitting the right nerves each time, echoing eternally through her very soul. He was going to make sure she remembered him. And only him.

He released her legs from his clutch, brushing his hands up towards her breasts, massaging the ample mounds slowly, shredding her sanity to oblivion. Her body arched, as she panted softly, cursing silently under her breath.
"Right there... Kurosaki-kun... Kurosaki-kun... God that feels good..." She sighed with content, the lust in her increasing with each second she spent under his charm. The overwhelming desire in her soul yearned for him, for the missing piece of her heart to be brought forth by his.

"Kurosaki-kun..." He took a hand, trailing his fingertips across her flesh, sending electric sparks through her body. He retracted his tongue from her core, shifting upwards, latching on to the soft bud of nerved placed above her folds. Taking his hand, he traced the folds softly, smirking silently as he felt her body writhe with pure ecstasy, her cries the sole melody filling the night, as she rode out her first climax.

He brought himself up, balancing himself on his forearms, gazing deep into his princess' soul; she lay her thighs astride his waist, bringing him closer, cupping his face in her delicate hands. She sighed, their heads edging closer together, as he captured her once more in a breathtaking kiss.

"Hime..." He purred softly, his tender eyes tracing her quivering lips. "Are you sure you want this?" She nodded, ever-so-slightly, hooking her arms around his, clutching onto his back tightly. She locked eye contact with him, reflecting lust in her eyes.
"Take me... Kurosaki-kun, I want you to take me..." She breathed a moment, taking a deep sigh. "I've never wanted anyone but you... Make me yours, Kurosaki-kun..."

He smiled briefly, as he positioned himself over her core, brushing his head against her clit. Her soft voice piqued, her silent eyes begging him to cease teasing her.

"Hime... Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" She froze, shaking her head faintly. "Hm... Guess I have a lot of making up to do, huh?" She smiled softly in response, brushing her satin lips across his jaw line; he hardened even more at her precarious touch, deciding she was ready for him.

He penetrated slowly, watching her facial expressions at each moment, daring not blink or miss a second of this seemingly impossible Heaven. Her eye lids closed softly, her lashes darkening as the night grew colder and deeper. Her brows furrowed together, her soft pouted lips escaping shyful murmurs of his name. He came across the obstacle, questioning her once more if she was ready.

He pulled out slowly, pacing himself, as it was his first time as well, although he wouldn't ever admit it, through fear for his reputation. Once only the head wasn't visible, he buried himself with a quick harsh thrust, crushing the obstacle in a swift motion. She cried out, her nails digging in softly to the flesh of her lover's back. He paused as she adjusted to his size, repeating his motions with gentle passion as she nodded, his only goal to worship the goddess laying beneath him. He would bring her ultimate pleasure in the acts, swearing on his soul to adore this woman for the rest of his life.

The sonata they created together was something to be admired, filled with such grace, such beauty, their bodies becoming slick with sweat as the pace quickened, their moans uniting their hearts as one, their liquid eyes speaking vows their mouths wouldn't dare utter.

"Kurosaki-kun," She murmured softly, her hands trailing south, so that they held her lover at his tail bone.
"Hime," He growled softly, her oblivious teasings hitting deep now. Her moans became stronger, as thrust after thrust entered her, sparking an uncontrollable desire within her.

"Fuh... Fu... Fuck... Heh heh Hime..." His stutters became proof of his bliss, as he swiped his lips across her forehead, groaning softly as the sonata increased its tempo, causing even the bed to join in with its own melody.

Her pants became louder, as if to overcome the sounds of the bed springs jolting with action, or of the bed frame slamming furiously against the paper-thin walls of their flat.
"Heh, you like that?" He grinned sadistically, her cries evidence enough of her enjoyment.
"Mmm, Ichigo! MORE!"
"Nnhhhhh... You want more?" He trailed his hands north, tweaking her breasts with both palms, biting softly between his canines.

Her moans stung the air, as she held on to the headboard with both hands, desperate to clutch on for her life.
"Hime..." He raised his head partially, breathing softly against the valley of her breasts, continuing his movements. "I'm warning you..." He purred, as his eyes scanned her porcelain face, silently smirking at himself for his near-victory. "I'm going to drain the life outta you," he vowed, blowing softly into the generous mounds laying beneath his face, supporting him upright. "I'm gunna fuck you senseless..." He grinned at the effects of his dirty talk, as he could see how so very close she was to losing her mind.

"Heh... Uhhhhhhh!"
"I'm gunna drain every last drop of energy outta you... I'm gunna make you scream my name for the world to hear..."
"Ichigo..." She whispered almost silently, her body becoming numb as the fiery lust inside burst her logic to shreds.

His orders became viciously, his teeth biting softly into her delicate flesh.
"Ichigo..." Her murmurs became partially louder, but Ichigo still shook his head.
"Louder..." He commanded, as their sonata reached a crescendo, all instruments working to the best of their abilities.

He muttered softly, satisfied with her screams. "Now ask me to finish you." He smirked brushing his lips across her neck, hitting every spot possible with maximum speed. His hands trailed up, clutching onto the headboard with his lover, as her legs coiled themselves around his torso.

Her screams echoed constantly around the room, penetrating the walls, so that the entire estate now knew of their acts.
"Beg me!"
"Ichigo...-sama..." She whispered tenderly.
"-sama, eh?"
"Yes... Ichigo-sama... Make me..." She bit her lip, holding back embarrassingly loud screams.

"Make you what?" He inquired, feigning both curiosity and naïvety, tilting his head softly, before assaulting her lips with his tongue.
"Uhhh... Ichigo," She breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling against his, their bodies magnetized in each other's locked embrace. "FINISH ME! Uhhh~!" She climaxed loudly, unafraid of shattering the world's atmosphere with her screams, certain that every tenant of the nearby flats would be made deaf by now.

Her grip tightened around the headboard, her clammy palms shaking softly as she carried out her orgasm, her thighs' grip tightening around her lover's muscled torso. Ichigo smirked, grunting softly as a shot of warm liquid oozed from the tip with one final thrust. The pair lay in pieces, both lungs desperate and gasping for air, as their pants filled the estate, curiously gazing into one another's hold. Ichigo smirked victoriously, claiming his prize in battle, the divine goddess panting beneath him.

"Kurosaki-kun..."
"Princess..." He smiled with peace glinting in his deep eyes, the luxury of their bonding leaking into each other's minds. The warm liquid slowly dripped from her core, starting its journey down her thigh, dripping softly onto the silk-rose bed sheets.
"Ichigo-sama," She giggled softly, purring confidently, as her eyes traced the smirk plastered across his lips. "That felt..." Her breath hitched a moment, as she paused to think of a word worthy enough.

"Heh... Better than that useless piece of trash, wasn't it?" She blushed, as she realized she had no choice but to agree.
"Rangiku-san said..."
"Yeah, I figured she'd have something to do with it... She's corrupting you like crazy, Hime..." Ichigo paused, as it was his turn to blush, his throat strained as his questions became lodged.

"What is it, Ichigo-sama?"
"I... Well... Uh..." He paused, running his hand through her silk strands of hair. "I want you to be my girlfriend, Hime... I want to be the only one who can pleasure you like this... It's ridiculously selfish, I know, I know, but Hime..." He took a deep breath, as he kissed her throbbing temple softly, licking, before nibbling on her ear-lobe, his mouth directly in her ear.

"I... Love..." He took a deep sigh, closing his eyes, letting the words ramble out. "Hime, I love you with my life... I know it's all so sudden, but Hime... I've lusted for you for so long now... I want you in my life..."
"Kurosaki-kun...?"
"Please, Hime..."
"Kurosaki-kun... You brought me a drink?" He paused for a moment, confusion sweeping over his face. He shifted his head to the left, as a nervous smile crossed his face.
"Uh yeah... I guess it's cold by now..."

He studied the steam still billowing softly from the mugs, the biscuits just beginning to melt against the plate. Orihime smiled softly, pushing Ichigo to the side with a gentle push, as she sat up, reaching over for her favourite mug. She held it against her pouted lips, blowing softly at the lukewarm liquid, forming ripples as she giggled softly. She took a sip, as she felt herself warm up, as though coal had been added to the hearth of her body.

"It tastes good, Kurosaki-kun... Thank you..." He smiled softly, as she kissed his cheek, tracing the scent of chocolate and cinnamon, her breath enticing him with desire. He reached over, picking up his coffee, gulping it down, sighing, and placing it back down against the nearest cabinet. Inoue stifled a giggle, as she saw the cream moustache left across his upper lip. She rose, kneeling over him, licking the cream with a swift movement of her tongue.

"I... Guess you'll want me to go back to my room, eh?" He asked, his throat hoarse and tight, pain dosed deep in his eyes.
"I love you too, Kurosaki-kun,"
"Eh?" She pouted softly, gently tapping him on his shoulder.
"Don't act dumb, Ichigo; I said, I love you too, Kurosaki-kun." His breath hitched in his throat for a moment, as he took his time reflecting her gentle words.

The pair sunk into a deep embrace, holding each other with the locked embrace of their crossed gazes, as they lay side by side, their arms capturing the other in a forceful, but wanted, hold.

"Kurosaki-kun, don't ever leave my side..."
He nodded slowly, noticing a trace of sobs within her voice, comforting her softly, running his hand through her hair. She shivered softly, as he noticed the absence of the duvet, which was concertinaed at the end of the bed in a messy bundle. He kissed the crown of her head softly, flexing up to cover her body in the thick, flower-decorated duvet. This time it was his turn to shiver, as he held his breath, pinching the corners of the duvet, due to the femininity of the environment he'd have to sleep in.

"Kurosaki-kun?"
"Yeah, Hime?"

"I threw all of my pillows at you... I have nothing to sleep on..." Although her face was hidden, he could easily hear the blush in her voice. He smiled silently, brushing his thumb across the delicate flesh of her shoulders, urging her onto his chest. She smiled softly behind a thick waterfall of slick auburn hair, as she nudged her head over, resting her body against his chest, snuggling herself towards the warmth exuding from his chest.

She positioned her ear perfectly over his heart, as she listened to the soft rhythm of his pulse, relishing the feel of his toned abdomen rise and fall as he breathed.

'Thank you Rangiku-san... She thought in her head, emitting smiles in her friend's direction. 'Without your advice, I wouldn't ever have gotten this far with Kurosaki-kun... You're the best!'