Written for Il Fort because he was so beautiful and his facial features reminded me of my sweet Ukitake. Lol You get the edited version!!…
What Il Forte prized himself so highly above others for did not keep him from diddling with the people below him. Not people, rather, the females. One female he preferred in particular, for he'd chosen her three times a week for the past five weeks, was named Alitoruu. She was as tall as he but with waist length black hair and blindingly yellow eyes that reminded him of the sun. Her skin was tanned and her lips a beautiful shaped smile colored pink. Her fingers felt like water running through a stream and her voice like the wind on his face on a warm summer day. He reminded her of what it felt like to be alive. Why did he remember such things anyway?
He gazed at her lustfully as she lifted the thin dress she wore over her head. She never removed her knee length black leather boots or the black leather choker she wore as decoration. Il forte stood himself, naked everywhere but from his waist down. His index finger gingerly tilted Alitoruu's chin toward his own so that he kissed her. She was always one to rush when she knew he liked to take things slowly. He liked to hear her scream, but they were never screams of pain. His long finger dug into her hair before he shoved her forward onto the bed. Her breath caught in her throat in surprise at the roughness of his movements. His foot pushed between her foot and he spread her legs with one swift movement. His fingers dug deeper into her scalp as he got rid of his pants. His lips sucked playfully at the skin on her shoulder as his left hand slowly traced down until they reached the curve of her back.
Il Forte loved the smell of Alitoruu's skin when she was afraid. His right hand snaked up her waist to clasp a perfectly shaped breast. While most of his thoughts were on how hard he fucked her, he mostly thought about how her eyes could be so beautiful even when they were filled with pain. His hand quickly abandoned her breast to wrap around her neck. His fingernails dug into the fragile skin as his grip tighten. Her eyes widened in protest. No one below him should exist that was more beautiful than the sun. He slammed her head into the wall behind them. No one should exist, even in Hueco Mundo, who could make him feel as if he was alive again even when he would never have such a thing.
He hated her for giving him false hopes. He shoved her towards the table where he pinned her face down and thrust into her again. He loved the screams she offered him in response to the hard thrusts. He pressed his fingers into her thighs and lifted her slightly so he could push deeper into her. She screamed louder. He smiled at the sound of the whimpers after a strong orgasm rode her. The tightening of her lower muscles around him excited him to no end. He shoved into her hard enough to move the table she was pinned to. By the time he'd tired of her in that position, the table was on the other side of the room. He snatched her towards him with a quick movement of her arm. A loud snap resounded in the air. The blankness of her face hid the pain her eyes spoke volumes of. He lifted her arm into the air and pushed the bone back into place. For some strange reason, the idea of him having broken her made him feel slightly sick. He pressed his lips against hers. He realized it was the first time since their meeting that he'd actually kissed her on her lips. A low moan rose in the back of his throat as the kiss deepened. They stepped against the bed where Alitoruu slid back and Il Forte climbed onto it between her thighs. His tongue traced the path the tears she'd cried earlier had taken. He hated himself. Who should be as selfish as to kill the sun?
When they were done, they lay in the bed draped in thick silence. Il Forte wrapped his arm around her waist; the action shocked them both. His arm quickly let her soft and now damp skin. He turned away from her and muttered something about not seeing her again for a few days. Alitoruu nodded, forgetting he was turned away from her, and crawled out of the bed so she could put her clothes on. She stood in front of the door with her eyes on the polished wooden floor and her fingers interlocked. "I… goodbye." She cleared her throat after speaking. He didn't say anything as the door slid closed behind her.
He walked past her without even glancing her way. She was used to his not publicly acknowledging her existence, but she could not help but hold some thread of hope that he would return to her earlier than what he'd promised. Her heart froze midbeat when he glanced at her before stepping in behind Di Roy. She looked at the floor to hide the deep flush of her cheeks. He did see her. She went to her favorite place, which was a garden filled with trees and roses she could not name. All the time he was away her heart ached for him. What was taking them so long?
It was the following morning when she awoke from falling asleep in the garden that she found Luppi standing beside her. She flattened the stray strands of hair and stood slowly. Her eyes searched his smiling face for some hint as to what he had to say. She chuckled as truth settled in.
"He's dead then?" Her voice broke midsentence. She forced a smile and looked towards the dark sky as he nodded in response. It was some time later after she had eaten and practiced, did the truth really settle in her heart. She sat in a pile of dirt in the garden she coveted so much and raised her hands as tears streamed down her face. What did Espadas know of love?