I do not own Bleach, it's characters, or anything of the sorts. Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo, the original creator and founder of said anime. The creator has every right to their characters, Ichigo, Orihime, Ulquiorra, Grimmjow, and every other Bleach character belongs to them.I am merely the author of this story, the owner of the plotline, nothing else, maybe a few OC's on the side, but they're hardly worth mentioning, seeing as how they probably won't even show up.I decided to write this after not finding any UlquiorraxOrihime fics that suited to my needs. I hope you all enjoy! Not my first fanfic ever wrote, but first 'M' rated, multichapter one~ ENJOY.

Sensations

Chapter One

It wasn't like he had those thoughts on purpose, no, much the opposite, but for some reason, every time he saw her, he'd always get a strange sensation within him, a burning, a...a wanting.

He had no idea what it was, and he'd rather die than ask anyone about it. And even if he did, he knew for a fact that whomever he asked would know just as much as him, which was next to nothing.

He didn't know when he suddenly started looking forward to seeing her, whether it was last month, or last week, but every time he went to go bring her her daily meals, he'd actually be a bit... eager to do so. He'd always see her in that empty room, doing the same thing at different points in the day.

In the morning, she'd be quietly sitting on the large, white couch, hands folded on her lap as she stared at the floor, obviously thinking about something else. In the afternoon, she'd be pacing around, not sure what to do or just worrying about what was going on, and in the evening, she'd just be standing there, staring up at the moon that never moved.

He didn't know what Aizen really wanted from her, what he wanted with her, but Ulquiorra noticed a few days ago when he had to escort Orihime to him, Aizen looked at her a different way. He didn't look at her with fake understanding, or scorn, or anything of the sort.

He looked at her with a longing in his eyes.

It pissed him off. Ulquiorra's emerald eyes didn't move from his face as he stayed by Orihime's side as the two made meaningless small talk. He wasn't listening to what they were saying to each other, he was just glaring at Aizen the whole time...

And he had absolutely no clue why.

He didn't know why Aizen suddenly lusted for Orihime, and he didn't know why he was so pissed at Aizen for doing so. He didn't know why he looked forward to seeing the poor woman everyday, and he, above all, had absolutely no idea why he had those damn sensations inside him.

"Your food is here, woman." Ulquiorra stated as one of the lower level arrancars wheeled in a metal tray of food in and then quickly left.

Orihime didn't turn around, she didn't shift her eyes off the glowing moon outside her barred window, she didn't even acknowledge the fact that he had arrived. She'd never done that before, but the green-eyed Espada simply pushed the thought out of his head and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

It wasn't what he intended to come out, he meant to say something along the lines of, "Quit standing around and eat." or, "Hurry up." or maybe even, "I'll force feed you if you defy me." But no, what came out was a stupid question, the thought he had pushed away earlier, he had no clue why he asked it, he knew that much.

Orihime turned halfway, her said eyes shifted his direction. She didn't look surprised, but he wasn't sure. "Nothing." She whispered out.

He wanted to demand that she tell him. But he didn't see the reasoning behind such a question, so all he simply said, "Eat. I'll be back and your nutrients had better be gone." And with that, he turned and walked out of the room, his coat flaps flowing behind him as Orihime watched the door slowly close, surrounding her and darkness with the only light being provided by the moon itself.

Reluctantly, the orange-haired woman walked over, and just stared, disgusted at the plate of so-called 'food'.

It looked like anything but.

The vegetables were a pale white color, drained of any 'life' that had originally been in them. There was what looked like used to be rice, but now it was just a light grey sludge. And she didn't even want to know what that even darkly mush was on the side. There was tea, but it was deathly cold and absolutely no sugar added to it, not to mention it tasted like dirt, no, dirt would've tasted so much better in this case.

Orihime picked up the cup, and after a few hesitant pauses, she threw back her head and let the nasty liquid slither down her throat before she slammed the cup back down onto the table, her other hand clamped around her neck as the disgusting taste embedded itself inside her.

After a few seconds, she stood up, looking down at her food and almost cringing away at the mere sight of it. She couldn't eat it, not again, she'd been forcing herself the past month or so, but not again, she wouldn't be able to keep it down this time.

So she simply sighed and picked up the plate of mush, walking over to the large couch and getting down on her hands and knees before dumping the plate of food, adding to the growing pile under the white furniture.

She looked at it, sighing once again before returning to the plate to the tray. She hadn't been eating any of her food the last few days, and even though her stomach was seriously paying for it, she knew she wouldn't be able to down any of that food. She was just happy her stomach didn't growl when Ulquiorra was around, or else he'd be asking questions no doubt.

"What is that sound?" He'd ask. And she, since she wasn't accustomed to lying so easily, would end up 'not noticing' the 'strange sound' or merely reply that she'd have no idea herself. But both those responses would instantly bring up even more suspicion in the green-eyed Espada, and then she knew in the end he'd probably just stay and make sure that she ate the nasty excuse for 'food'.

After a moment of thinking, she silently walked back to the window, and started staring at it, her mind wandering, her eyes and expression saddening greatly.

Where were they?

She'd been here in Hueco Mundo for well over a month, but she hadn't seen anything of her friends. Nothing. She hadn't even heard anything new about them ever since she had slapped Ulquiorra clear across the face from insulting them right in front of her.

Orihime's head just kept on running through the worst case scenario, like an broken record player. They couldn't all be gone, could they? She felt them, their spiritual pressures, all of theirs, a little over a month ago, but one by one, each of them, every single bit of spiritual aura she felt, soon flickered out, like a candle. They just, faded away.

First it was Rukia, then Chad's, Renji's, Uryuu, and finally Ichigo's...

She had healed him once, but if Ulquiorra was able to defeat him so easily, what about the other three Espadas above him? Surely they easily gained the advantage being in Hueco Mundo itself rather than Karakura town.

She didn't want to think about it.

Suddenly the doors to her large, empty room opened and she didn't even have to turn around to know who it was that was walking in.

She heard the tray of food being rolled out the door in what seemed like a rush, and normally, Ulquiorra would head out in silence not long after.

"You consumed all of it, I presume." He stated. She turned and nodded, her eyes not meeting his. Ulquiorra then turned on his heel, nearly all the way out the door when suddenly...

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Orihime's eyes widened as her hands were automatically on her stomach, she stared at her empty gut when she realized that her doors weren't closed just yet.

She hesitantly shifted her eyes upward toward the tall figure in the doorway. Ulquiorra didn't turn around like she thought he would, he didn't even turn his head and look over his shoulder at her.

He just froze, mid-step.

"What was that." He demanded, rather than asked. Orihime's eyes widened even further as she struggled to come up with a believable excuse when her stomach answered for her.

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She then clutched her stomach, looking at it, as if begging it to stop.

"I said; What. Is. That." Ulquiorra re-stated, this time, turning fully toward her, his expression more angry than usual as he practically glared at her.

She looked up at him, her mouth opening but nothing coming out. It wasn't another few seconds that she finally said something. "N-nothing..." She replied. Ulquiorra's eyes narrowed and soon he began taking large steps toward her, his eyes unblinking.

Orihime's eyes widened and she took a step back as he got closer, and soon, she was pressing herself up against the wall as the tall Espada's form was mere inches away from her own, towering over her. "I may not know much about humans, woman..." He started, when suddenly a pale hand grasped Orihime's throat and she was instantly being held down against the couch, choking.

She brought her hands up to wrap around his wrist as he pressed harder downward against her, his face lowered toward hers as he basically growled out the next few words.

"But don't dare assume that I'm stupid."

His piercing gaze stayed on her face as she struggled to breathe. Her eyes were shut as a look of pain and fear covered her features. And suddenly, he didn't know when, or even why his attention was brought to her lips. And for some reason, he started to noticed how soft and pink they looked, despite the pale white they were turning thanks to lack of oxygen caused by himself.

He let his hand loosen a little as she desperately took in some much needed breaths, her chest pushing out with every intake, and he instantly felt her breasts push up against his torso.

Dammit, those sensations were back.

Well, in truth, they were there as soon as he had seen her when he came in to deliver her meal, but right now they were a hundred times stronger.

It was then that he completely stopped crushing her into the couch and just let his hand rest against her neck. His eyes watched as his thumb brushed against the front of her throat, as if he was even curious on what he was doing next. He was simply just following instinct, what the sensations inside him told him to do, unaware of anything around him, or the living being beneath him.

He just watched, observed what his hand dared do. Watched as it slid from her throat to rest behind her neck and then tangle his fingers into her long, orange hair. It was then that he realized what he was doing and instantly pulled away, shoving his hand deep into his pocket as he stared hard at the woman how softly placed a hand against her throat and sat up.

"You're going to eat twice as much tomorrow, and I'm going to watch you consume it all." Ulquiorra stated, rushing to get out of the room.

Orihime nodded, pulling her knees to her chest as she sat against the back of the large couch. He had never done that before.

Ulquiorra, even when they first had met and he gave her the bracelet, had not touched her once. He didn't even call her by her name since she's known him. So it was very unexpected when he so roughly grabbed her and pressed her down against the base of the couch, practically choking the life out of her. It shocked her, no, more like scared her.

She was scared of him since she had first seen him, that dead look in his burning green eyes as he stared right through her, piercing her living being, her soul itself, everything. It paralyzed her at first, every time he laid those amazing green orbs upon her form.

But her fear loosened up as she got to know him, or rather, got used to his presence always being there. He never insulted her, never expected anything from her, hardly even looked at her, but most of all, never touched her.

Orihime had known a lot of guys, ran into a lot of grubby, grabby men. Ichigo and Uryuu and Chad were one of the few men whom she knew kept chivalry alive, other than those three, it was dead to every other man. And even when she simply talked to one of her classmates, she could see their eyes lingering lower from her face, only to rest on her chest and drool over it.

She nearly got raped one day walking home from school, but Ichigo had saved her when he happened to walk by. She was forever grateful to him after that, she loved Ichigo, she knew that much, she loved him more than anything but he never saw her, never looked at her the same way. She could tell, the way he looked at Rukia, she could tell that he never would look at herself the way she saw him.

Grimmjow had once came in and just outright harrassed her, throwing her down, ripping everything off until there was hardly anything covering her. He grabbed, pinched, squeezed, ignored the cries she made, the pleads and begs for him to stop. He didn't listen, and he nearly raped her too, had her held down against the cold, stone ground, his hand grabbing the waste-band of her panties, ready to rip them off and penetrate her.

But then he came.

Ulquiorra had simply walked in, hands in pockets, something white, folded and tucked between his arm and side with his eyes closed as usual. Grimmjow, no doubt, was shocked. He hadn't expected the Espada to come until he had to bring Orihime her food, which was another few hours away. So he had no idea why the bastard was there now.

But Ulquiorra made sure Grimmjow never even thought about trying something like touching Orihime again.

He had stopped a few feet into the room, Grimmjow instantly frozen over Orihime's battered and bruised form from his continuous hits and kicks, pieces of her white clothing everywhere.

Instantly, Grimmjow had been thrown up against the wall, breaking right through the stone and landing in the hallway. But the fight didn't stop there. Ulquiorra was instantly above him and grabbed the man's throat, sinking his fingers deep within his neck as he raised him up and then slammed him deep into the ground. He then raised a fist and punched downward, sinking him even deeper into the ground, blood covering the green-eyed Espada's arm.

Grimmjow had tried fighting back, but it was useless, he had been caught so off guard, that he instantly gave Ulquiorra the advantage, and Ulquiorra didn't hesitate to go shove that little fact in his face.

After that, Ulquiorra stood up, grabbing Grimmjow by his blue hair and pulling him up with him, though, not letting him stand fully. He kept him at his knees, his face so bloody, he wasn't recognizable. His fist tightened in his hair as he dragged the man back into Orihime's room where the young woman was still sitting on the ground in hardly anything but her panties, her arms across her chest, tears still in her eyes and tear streaks staining her face as watched with wide eyes as the two re-entered her room.

Ulquiorra simply held Grimmjow's head toward Orihime, keeping a large distance between them, but then said, "Get a good look, because you won't be seeing her again for a long time." Orihime could've screamed at how screwed up Grimmjow's face was, blood pooling everywhere he went and staining his white clothes. Grimmjow simply chuckled, winking at Orihime and smiling evilly, revealing both sets of sharper-than-normal teeth.

This pissed Ulquiorra off as his green eyes narrowed and without moving the rest of his body, threw Grimmjow out of the room, landing him five feet deep into the wall outside in the hallway. The doors then suddenly closed, leaving the two in the room alone as Ulquiorra turned to face the doors, as if about to leave, but he didn't move. He just stood there, hands in pockets, eyes shut.

Orihime stood up, struggling a little because her body hurt, but she could easily heal herself later, what she needed right now was something to cover up with because all she had on were a pair of pink, frilly panties.

"Did he hurt you." His monotonic voice suddenly said, catching her off guard as she brought her eyes up to look at the back of his head. She didn't answer so he turned halfway toward her, his green eyes meeting hers as they widened and she struggled to cover herself.

"Did. He. Hurt. You." He repeated it again, making sure she heard this time. Orihime's gaze didn't meet his, she was ashamed right now, there was absolutely nothing she could've done if Grimmjow had actually... if Ulquiorra hadn't gotten there in time.

Ulquiorra just watched as tears began to fill her eyes and then slide down her cheeks as she failed to meet his gaze. She was so weak, so useless in Hueco Mundo, there was nothing she could do but stand around and get beaten and used.

It was then that Ulquiorra held out the folded white thing he had walked in with. Her eyes widened in surprise as she stared at it. "Take it." He demanded, and she did so, realizing that it was a blanket, a thin one, but a blanket nonetheless. She immediately wrapped it around herself when she finally looked back up at her rescuer. His eyes hadn't moved from her face, and that surprised her.

His gaze lingered on her face before he closed them and abruptly turned on his heel and started walking out the door. "Someone will be in to clean this mess up and retrieve you some new clothing." He stated as he walked out before suddenly stopping in the doorway, a moment of silence before saying, "And I can assure you no one will lay a finger on you again."

With that, he walked out of the room.

Since that incident, he had kept his word. Not a single person who came had laid a finger on her, they had even been careful about even looking at her. Grimmjow never came back, except when she had to heal Ichigo, but he hadn't touched her once, or even looked at her in that manner. He must've thought that she wasn't worth the trouble of going through Ulquiorra again.

But just now, he had just grabbed her by the neck and thrown her down against the couch. He was so smooth with his movements, she hardly noticed the move until his hand tightened around her throat. She knew if he found out about her not eating, he'd get mad, but this was completely different, she didn't expect this from him.

It was then that another long growl ripped through the silence of the room, and she placed a hand on her more than empty stomach. It probably wasn't healthy for her not to eat anything for the past two days, but she couldn't stand it. Well, at least she knew that wouldn't ever happen again now that Ulquiorra was probably gonna force feed it to her everyday now.

Orihime buried her face in her arms as tears began to form in her eyes. She wanted Rukia, she wanted Chad, Uryuu, Renji, Tatsuki, and most of all, she wanted Ichigo.

She could only hope to dear God in heaven that they were alright.

But she doubted it...

A/N: Alright, hope ya'll liked this chapter! And I promise, levels of 'smut' will continue to rise until we hit a full on lemon! XDD Read and Review (might end up uploading three chapters tonight.) And keep in mind that I'm still a young author! (more of an artist, but...)
Love you all~ Wynt.