Chapter One: Sunrise of my Love
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A/N:
-This is my first FanFiction ever. Please review, and let me know what needs to be fixed and improved upon.
-If a sentence begins and ends with '...' then it is a thought and is not said out loud
e.x. 'I can't believe that'
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Chapter One: Sunrise on my Love
Tokyo
6:00am
The breeze was cool, caressing his skin like icy finger tips, but it wasn't enough. He couldn't get rid of the heat he felt. This flame that burned inside him brought him pleasure, an inner warmth he had never felt before, but also the pain and aching of longing.
Floating above Tokyo his mind couldn't help but wonder how this place could manage to be so evil; it's people oblivious to their past and present sins.
'They are slowly killing everything that makes this planet beautiful. These people never stop to look at the sunrise; a magnificent shade of pink.'
The light reminded him of Ichigo. She was radiant and the sunrise reflected the power and beauty in her eyes. When they would fight all he could think about, all he could do was watch her, staring at him, he wanted to know what those eyes would look like tinted with the darkness of longing and lust.
The flame in his stomach turned into a fire. He would do anything just to get a rise out of her. Even when she yelled his name in hate and anger he loved it. He rolled over in disgust, floating on his stomach now, his arms crossed under his chin, trying to turn his mind away from such thoughts. She was the enemy; she was part of the filth that polluted this planet, his peoples' true home.
'That bitch, that temptress of a girl, she knows that she is mine and yet she openly "dates" as the human word for it, other guys.' Masaya bothered him most.
'What could Masaya do that I cannot? What was so great about a human boy? Masaya's kendo is nothing compare to my ancient martial arts from another planet. I can fly, teleport, heal myself…' he continued his list of all the qualities that a human could never have, all the things he possessed, all the traits he took pride in, but they were not enough.
Rolling over onto his back again struggling with himself "WHAT MUST I DO TO HAVE YOU!" he yelled at the sun infuriated. "What must I do" he repeated only to himself now saddened by his weakness, by his loneliness.
He closed his eyes, putting his hands under his head; creating a pillow he didn't need.
'If only you understood, if only you would come with me, I'd show you, I'd prove to you…Ichigo…I'm right... I'm right here, in front of you. Ichigo…Ichigo…'
Opening his eye to nothing but blue sky, he couldn't help but release, yelling by accident "Ichigo if you do not come with me willingly I will take you, I will make you understand… ICHIGOOOOO!" 'I will have you…' feeling better afterward.
His anger comes in waves; followed by frustration, desire, admiration, love and disgust only to end up at lust. Only to think of her again.
Their first kiss was perfect to him; he got exactly what he wanted. That surprised look, those redden cheeks, the confusion she felt and the cute innocents of a first kiss. He would never admit it to her but that was his first kiss too. But he liked their other encounters too.
His favorite thing was taking her by surprise. He loved the pretty way she fell on her ass, that cute petite butt of her was probably sore afterward. And he couldn't help but notice how she fell; skirt tussled showing off her pale legs, toned from running to school everyday because she was late. Legs spread ever so slightly, just enough for a peek at her panties. The first time he had seen them she was wearing white panties with a little pink bow. For some reason he knew that if they had been any other color he would have been disappointed.
His memories teased him and he felt the fire burst into an uncontrollable inferno; the heat spreading to his limbs and pooling in his groin. His pants felt tighter and even though his midsection has bare and the breeze chilly, he started to sweat, tiny beads of perspiration from the stress of trying to fight off such strong feelings.
He couldn't help it, he needed release, this was becoming too painful, both physically and emotionally to bear. Letting only his right hand come from behind his head he slowly, if not hesitantly, brought his hand to the waist of his pants. A series of scenarios played through his mind, anything that could happen that would make his hand Ichigo's; everything from silly and awkward falls to her purposeful ministrations. He pushed down his pants; aliens don't wear so many layers as humans, so his erection gently and easily sprung free from its restraints. The chilled air adding a pleasant sensation.
Wrapping his hand around himself he began to gently pump his penis, slowly and lightly like he imagined the shy and nervous Ichigo would. But soon he needed more. Almost in disgust with himself he jerked off faster, wishing for his pain to end soon, imagining that Ichigo was no longer shy, but that she was curious of his taste and engulfed his hard cock in her hot little mouth, his dick being almost too big for her delicate lips.
Going harder and faster, he pretends that she likes it, that she wants his semen. He could see her eyes looking up at him; constantly searching his approval that what she was doing felt good. Watching her bob her head up and down it was too much for him. The sucking, her tongue rubbing his shaft, the head of his phallus grinding against the roof of her mouth; it was so wonderful. His climax came hard and surprisingly strong, his penis convulsing and twitching with his orgasm soiling his pants as his cum first spew into the air only to have gravity make if fall onto him.
Laying there only long enough to catch his breathe his mind was blank, only left with satisfaction. 'Ichigo…'
A small smile graced his lips as he quickly teleported to clean himself up.