~Violacion~

"Can you not do anything right, Grimmjow?"

"Shut up, Ulquiorra! It's this fucking needle's fault! Fucking mad scient--"

She was blindfolded and on her back. The two male voices came from above her. Footsteps echoed in the hallway outside, pausing for a moment before entering. "See what you did, you fool?" the calmer of the two said, then addressed the newcomer, "Stark..."

"What do you have here?" silence reigned, there was a crackle in the air and soon someone was leaning into her face, hot breath fanned her cold cheeks and she squirmed, scowling, sightless up at the ceiling. "One of the Shinigami..." comprehension dawned in the new male's voice, then a slight chuckle followed, "I didn't know you were into boys, Sexta. Nor you, Cuatro."

Someone stuttered, "b-b-boys!? Fuck no! You idiot! This here's a GIRL!!!"

Heavy silence descended.

The weight of a hand suddenly dropped onto her chest and felt her sides. "Ah, yes. I see now...Kuchiki Rukia, is it? Hmm..." the hand slid down to her stomach and fingers tugged the tie on her sash loose. Rukia whimpered.

"I'll take it."

"You'll WHAT?! Look here, you--" the voice she now recognized faintly as being Grimmjow's, cried aloud.

"What's that?" the hand had lifted and she could only assume it was pointing at something the Espada had. "Something Szayel gave me--"

"Us."

"SHIT NO, ULQUIORRA! GET YOUR OWN--"

"Shut it. I'm ranked above both of you..." a slight oppression of a raised reiatsu instantly had them quieted down. Meekly, Grimmjow handed over something, the clink of metal and glass followed as whatever it was, got tapped expertly.

The last thing she heard seconds before a slender razor pierced her forearm and her hiss came, was, "I'll show you how it's done." Her vision blackened.

~*

When she came to, she was lying in just the white under-kimono. She shifted, attempting to rise. The friction caused by the coarse quality of the robe rubbing against her inner-thighs brought a surprising gasp from her lips. Why did she feel...so tingly? Her heart pounding, she stared around the unfamiliar room. Her mouth felt dry. Her hand crept to her lips, unconsciously her tongue flicked out, licking the tip of her finger.

"Awake are we?" the man's voice was familiar but she couldn't place it. He entered the room, closing the door gently. Once this was accomplished, he came toward her. Rukia allowed her eyes to wander over his tall, broad-frame. He wore a white jacket edged with black and white Hakama that flowed accentuating his powerfully built figure.

"Who are you?" Rukia managed to keep the trembling from her voice. Her gaze tilted downward to his crotch after a brief glance into his face. "Stark," he said, smiling slightly at her preoccupation, "your first lover."

*~

Her thumb pad grazed her bottom lip as she stared up at him with wide innocent eyes. His smile grew with every dipping and swirling motion of her finger. She was actually pretty cute, he thought, watching her settle down on all fours atop the bed, her ass high in the air, her head tilted at an angle he found coquettish. Any other would have grown hard seeing an invitation so blatant, but he wanted more. Ignoring the slight strain tightening his balls, he extended his hand to her, guiding her chin downward. A single look passed between them.

Obedient, she crawled to him, her hands reaching to loosen the confining sash. Soon this hindrance was cast aside and she knelt, drinking in the sight of his swelling manhood. "Start slow," Stark instructed, seeing her lips parting. Her tongue flicked out along his shaft in response, her eyes turned up to catch his reaction. She wasn't disappointed.

He gasped.

A near-smirk graced her lips. Heat flooded her loins with this action. Her vision grew blurry, she spread her knees apart, hotness oozing out. Stark watched her unsteady pants as she tried to control the arousal burning inside. She smelled...like a bitch in heat, he observed after a moment of scenting the pheromones she was producing. Sooner or later she was bound to attract every male in the vicinity ...

An idea occurred to him. Stark scooped her up in his arms, laying her on the bed. He caught her look of surprise and touched a finger to her lips which she gratefully sucked, staring up at him trustfully. Her legs opened when he slid down, positioning his head between her thighs, from there he could better inhale the delightful heady scent she exuded.

He knew his goatee tickled her when he impressed a tiny kiss to her flushed sheathe. She trembled in anticipation, her hands grasping fistfuls of the sheets beneath her. Stark smiled again, tracing the shape of her vagina with his tongue, she writhed and bit down her moans, knowing the real pleasure was yet to come...

~To be continued~

Disclaimer: don't own Bleach.

AN: it's an Espada smut-fest! SQUEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! XD I know I shouldn't have started this one but since I already have a little for 'Tracks of your tears' done, I decided to run with this idea. So yup, ooc on all sides. Thanks for reading--NO FLAMES, STUPID COMMENTS OR IDIOTIC SPAMMERS ALLOWED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Other than that, reviews are always appreciated. :)