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Just so there are no mistakes: lemon warning!

Chapter 2

Ichigo tried to ignore the wild beating of his heart, as he concentrated on Orihime's spirit energy, following the trail.

He was searching through the skyscraper buildings with mounting anger and anxiety. First, he could find nothing. But before he could despair, his eyes fell upon a strange sight. One of the windows was open... that had never happened before! He rushed there, and jumped inside.

He quickly surveyed his surroundings. He arrived to a quite large, but average looking room. An average looking bedroom... Despite the different proportions, it distinctly reminded him of his own room at home, in the Kurosaki Clinic. At least some particulars matched. Like the curtains... and a picture on the wall... but he sure never had a bed this large...

His hollow was there... he was holding Orihime firmly underneath him, pinned to the bed. He held her two wrists together, above her head, and his other hand was used to muffle her cries. His head was buried deep in her neck but he lifted it, when he felt Ichigo's presence. His golden eyes were glistering with excitement.

'Hi there, King! Glad ya made it to the party!' he greeted, flashing a confident grin.

'Get your hands fucking off her! Right now!' Ichigo cried.

'I think she likes what I'm doing with her! Hm? What do ya say, little Princess?'

He freed the girl's mouth, with a sneer. Ichigo's and Orihime's eyes met briefly, and both flashed scarlet. Her from embarrassment, and him from anger. Ichigo reached to his back, but found nothing there...

'Where the hell is my sword?'

'Idiot!' the hollow chuckled. 'Were ya in soul reaper form, when ya came here? No! Honestly! The way ya still remain ignorant about the true workings of things makes me question your mental abilities...'

It only now registered with Ichigo, that they weren't wearing his their usual shikansho, but normal clothes, his hollow's being similar to the ones on him, only in black and white colors. He just reached to his jeans back pocket, drawing out the substitute badge. He showed it to his hollow, grinning grimly, and wanting to push it to his chest.

'I wouldn't do that, if I were ya... remember: the same rules apply to both of us... if ya power up... I'll change too...'

Ichigo hesitated, then roared with anger: 'I don't care! I'll just kick your albino ass, with or without powers!'

'Yeah... same old, same old... showing me who's King... I get that...' the hollow said looking bored. Then he turned back to Orihime, while still directing his words to his King. 'But don't ya think it would be rather rude to cut each other up before our sweet Hime-chan... when she came here for something totally different...'

Orihime was still deep inside his embrace, with no means of escape. He released her wrists, and his hands started to wander on her instead, earning a surprised moan from her...

Ichigo was there in a flash, and grabbed the hollow roughly, lifting him of her.

'What do you think you're doing, you Bastard!'

'Can't you see? What she wanted me to... She wanted us to discuss the matters of our love life...'

'This is no discussion, you freak! You all but attacked her!'

The hollows eyes narrowed.

'All right... ' he freed himself from Ichigo's hold. 'Then let's talk! First, let's ask her what she wants!'

'Of course she want's to get the hell out of here, and never see you again!' Ichigo stated with conviction. 'You do, don't you?' he asked turning to her sternly.

'Ah... ummm... Well...' Orihime fidgeted and squirmed uncomfortably, painfully aware of her compromising position spread out like that, on the bed... She looked from one Ichigo to the other, uncertainly. She quickly sat up, and attempted to rearrange her clothes, smoothing her skirt down as far as it would go. 'I want exactly what... um... Hollow-kun said... I want to discuss... erm... our love life...'

The hollow grinned, and he licked his lips in amusement. 'So fucking innocent...'

He quickly grabbed Ichigo, and before the teen could react, he tossed him to the unsuspecting Orihime. They both yelped, crashing into each other, on the bed.

'Let me see some kissing!' the hollow demanded with a sneer.

'What?' they both asked.

'I want to see that "love life" ya have problems with! Now, kiss!'

Ichigo almost started to shout again, but Orihime's voice stopped him.

'Kurosaki-kun...' Her tone was pleading, and he saw the next word in her eyes before she could say it... '… please?'

'What ever is going on here... Inoue...' he thought, his heart aching.

'Come on, come on!' the albino urged them impatiently. 'Or don't tell me, you pathetic excuse of a man doesn't even know how to kiss?'

The pair looked at each other, confused, flushed, embarrassed. And before Ichigo knew it, they were kissing... It must have been her initiating it, because he sure didn't remember closing that distance, but that hardly mattered now. He tried to push back his overwhelming urge to bolt, and kiss her the way she clearly wanted it... but it was no use. There was no spark... nothing. Only guilt, shame and emptiness... Their lips just moved automatically, his not even feeling... Finally they pulled away at the same time. They looked at each other, the same thought mirrored in both their eyes: that had been their worst kiss ever...

'Now just what was that?' the hollow asked, almost seeming angry. 'I see... there is really nothing to discuss! Nothing!'

Both Ichigo and Orihime hung their heads...

'Ya just never change, do ya King? You've never done anything but copying my moves! Do ya really need everything showed right under your nose? Fine! Then I'll show ya how it's done!'

Ichigo felt frozen. His mind had shut down. He could only watch, feeling disconnected from his own body, how his hollow swooped down to the bed next to them, and crashed his mouth hungrily to his girlfriend's.

He could see Orihime fighting at first, hitting the hollow's chest, his arms and his back... but the blows got more and more feeble. Finally she stilled, giving in... She became totally limp, a victim to his will. The hollow forced her lips apart, savagely deepening the kiss, by assaulting the cavern of her mouth. A low, sensual moan escaped from somewhere deep inside her chest, as response...

Ichigo wanted to do something... Shooting himself with a gun was probably highest on the list of possibilities... anything would be better than just sitting there, watching this happen! He knew he had to stop his hollow: but somehow, he couldn't find the strength. So he just sat there, staring stupidly. He wanted at least to look away: but his eyes were glued to the sight. He didn't even know how he felt...

This gut-clenching, tearing-apart, burning feeling must be jealousy. That was natural... no-one in their right mind would be able to witness something like that without feeling jealous. But there was something there, underneath that, something just as powerful... This something was suddenly intensified, when the hollow finally freed her mouth, trailing swift kisses down her throat, and Ichigo saw her eyes...

Orihime's unfocused eyes were veiled with desire and passion... And now the moans were spilling forth from her mouth, unmuffled... While kissing his way lower and lower on her neck, tasting and licking every inch, the hollow's hands began opening her shirt. The first few buttons gave themselves easily, but he got impatient, and just tore the rest off, revealing her simple cotton bra underneath. Orihime shivered, as cold air hit her now exposed stomach. She closed her eyes, and arched her back a little, when the hollow sucked at a sensitive spot at the base of her neck. He sneaked a hand behind her back, supporting her, while using the other to push the shirt's sleeve lower on her arm. All the while, his mouth never released her neck...

Suddenly Orihime cried out. The hollow had bitten into her, his teeth breaking the sensitive skin, drawing blood... Her cry told quite clearly, that she had been in pain, at least for a second. The pain couldn't have been much, and her still relaxed posture conveyed that she didn't really mind it, but it was enough for Ichigo... he was finally shaken out of his stupor. That didn't mean that full consciousness have returned to him though, only that he was finally able to move. He didn't even think about it, he just did it. He roughly pushed his hollow out of the way, and connected his own lips to the same spot the other had violated a moment ago, kissing it tenderly, apologetically. He caressed the side of Orihime's flushed cheek with one hand, going up, and brushing through her hair.

Orihime smiled. She slowly let her eyes flutter open, when she felt Ichigo kissing his way up to face her. There was no surprise in her gaze, when she met his chocolate brown orbs. She had known it was him, from the tenderness of the moves. She had been embarrassed that the hollow was able to make her body respond to him like that, this easily, and had been afraid of Ichigo's reaction. But now she was comforted. She knew the hollow was still there, but yet, she started to feel at ease. Ichigo's eyes burned with an intense light, the light Orihime had craved to see there for a long time now... She wanted this...

Ichigo leaned slowly down, and kissed her... really kissed this time. The power of it made all the blood rush through him, pounding loudly in his ears, heating every part of his body... This was different than anything he had permitted himself to experience before... There was no holding back, no caution, and no freaking voice at the back of his mind... Nothing mattered, only her.

Her soft plump lips yielded to him easily, answering even the smallest change in pressure. Her hot breath mingled with his, her smell, her taste, everything about her drove him farther into the daze.

And the kiss must have been good for her too. She arched her back again, squirming and thrashing in his hold, aiming to push their bodies closer. The previous shame and jealousy vanished from Ichigo's heart, giving place to a whole new emotion: pride.

The hollow watched them make out with satisfaction, and just let them have their way. But he wasn't idle in the mean time: his hands worked to untuck Ichigo's shirt, pulling it upwards. When his chest was nicely exposed, he grabbed Orihime's hand, and forcefully pushed her palm against Ichigo's hard abs... The hollow grinned, seeing that she wasted no time in starting to explore the new territory under her fingers... Ichigo groaned in response, breaking the kiss. The hollow used this opportunity to pull his shirt up all the way, over his head.

When it was off, Ichigo quickly pulled Orihime up into a sitting position, embracing her to himself. They both sighed contently when skin connected with skin. His hands caressed her back, and her arms curved around his neck, fingers brushing through his orange hair.

Ichigo wanted to feel more. He lowered her arms, and helped her shrug out of her blouse completely. Her creamy skin was now everywhere, soft and delicate under his touch. He looked into her eyes for a second, trying to read from them.

'You are so beautiful!' he said before kissing her again.

'Yeah... and sexy!' said another voice.

Orihime startled, when she felt more bare skin cover hers from the back. The hollow had shifted his position behind her. He pushed her hair out of the way to give himself access to her sensitive flesh at the back of her neck, right under her hairline. He placed a sensual kiss there. She gasped into Ichigo's kiss, who only angled his head in response, in order to go deeper... Her bra was unhooked the next moment, and the straps were gently guided down.

Ichigo emerged from the kiss, feeling dizzy, and watching with hungry eyes as his hollow was slowly removing the last remaining piece of clothing from her upper body. It registered inside his mind, that while it would have been easier to just tear it off, the way the hollow did it almost seemed like caring...

The bra fell off... reveling the sight to Ichigo, that was Kon's and many other man's dream... Beautiful wasn't even the right word any more... But before he could reach out to touch her, he saw two hands already there... Two pale skinned hands brushed gently under her breasts, and started molding the peeks slowly... This time it was not constraint or helplessness that held Ichigo back: it was his choice to just watch them. Orihime gasped, throwing her head back, the move making her lean completely into the hollow's hold. He continued to explore her breasts, teasing her nipples with his thumbs. Then he grabbed her mounds more forcefully, squeezing them, which made her cry out. He whispered something into her ear, earning a blush from her, and he started to nibble gently on her earlobe... Orihime moaned, and pushed herself back even more.

Watching them now, Ichigo finally understood that other powerful feeling he had felt earlier. In fact, it had been lust. He apparently found the sight before him hot... seeing Orihime totally overcome by the feelings his other self was making her feel. He could see that some of his hollow's moves were clearly rough, but none of them were actually aimed to hurt... The hollow didn't take pleasure in her suffering, but in bringing her joy, just like him. And this knowledge was enough to make Ichigo finally let go of everything, and accept what was happening...

As he reached this state of acceptance, a strange thing happened... he became aware of some feelings inside him... they had been there before, only out of his reach. But now he could call them forth, and study them, taste them...

'What is this strange sensation?' he wondered to himself. 'I can feel... heat. And pressure. Small vibrations...'

At that moment, he saw the hollow turning Orihime's head, and kissing her. Ichigo clapped a hand to his own mouth... His mouth burned... He had felt the kiss too! Not as strongly as when he himself had kissed her, but he definitely felt it... Not only the kiss, but everything. When his hollow's hand moved, it was like it was his hand too. The texture of her skin, her warmth, everything... the feelings were conveyed to him somehow. He and his hollow... they were connected. Maybe it was even more than that, but this was how he could name the feeling.

He didn't know whether this realization should come as a surprise, but he really had no room inside himself at the moment to dwell on the matter. And no intention to... He dived down, his mouth finding one of Orihime's erect nipples, and his tongue came out to play with it. The responding groan from Orihime made the hollow look up.

'Hey!' he said, playing indignant. 'I wanted to do that first!'

Ichigo speared a moment to grin up at his counterpart, who also grinned.

'It makes no fucking difference, don't you think?' he asked, and turned back to suck the same nipple hard. It wasn't only Orihime who hissed in pleasure as a response, but also his hollow. Then he knew for sure that the connection between them was indeed two-directional... just as he suspected.

The hollow looked pleased, and there was even this weird look in his eyes, as he looked at Ichigo now...

'Yeah... ya finally understand... ' he said, seriously. Then he grinned. 'But still... I want to make her hiss like that too!'

They continued their delicious tortures on her body, sharing the girl like they shared the feelings. Ichigo could feel not only the physical feelings, but to some extent, his hollows desires and intentions too. It was similar to when feeling someone's sword during a battle, through a clash... But right now, they weren't fighting each other. They were doing something together... not yet in harmony (maybe that never even will be) but at least in synch...

Ichigo knew it without having to look, when his hollow's hand started to sneak downwards on Orihime's stomach, lightly teasing the delicate skin there, with his nails, and finally reaching the waist-line of her skirt. His fingers found the zipper fast, pulling it down. Ichigo couldn't help looking... The hem of her white panties shone out mockingly at him. He groaned, as the sight sent a huge rush of blood downwards, making him even harder than he already was. But still, when he saw and felt his hollows hands slipping beneath that thin white fabric separating them from heaven, he gathered his resolve, and choked out.

'Stop!'

The hollow hissed. 'What now?' His narrowed eyes conveyed his irritation.

Ichigo ignored him for the time being, and turned to Orihime, who looked up at him, flushed and embarrassed. He just had to know before they went any farther than that... he needed her to say it in words, to be sure...

'Inoue? Are you really ok with all this? I... we could still stop...'The hollow growled menacingly at him, but he only stuffed a hand into his mouth, silencing him effectively. The albino looked really comical, being flabbergasted... 'Don't mind him... I can deal with it, I don't want you to feel forced, not even a little bit...'

The hollow backed away from Ichigo's hold, and choked angrily. 'You're forgetting who started everything, King!'

'No, I'm not... but this may be more than what she's bargained for.' Ichigo answered, scowling. 'You have to agree, that this is far from every usual setup...' he said, looking at his girlfriend.

Orihime giggled. Her eyes traveled between them.

'Yeah... and maybe it will feel weird... tomorrow. Right now, it's... I don't know... Should it bother me, that it just feels so right... and amazing?'

'That's my girl!' the hollow said, shifting himself from under her, and crashing his whole weight on her. He claimed her lips in a quick, but surely bruising kiss.

Ichigo grabbed him by the shoulder, and pulled him back, looking irritated.

'Hey! I'm not finished yet!' he turned to Orihime again. 'What about protection?'

The girl blushed shyly. 'You don't have to worry about that... you see, the first thing Tatsuki-chan did when she heard we were dating was to drag me over to the doctor, and have him prescribe the pills for me... she said she doesn't want to babysit little orange haired menaces for at least a few years longer...'

Ichigo frowned.

'Yeah. Typical Tatsuki. Cruel, but to the point.' then he grinned. 'Always liked that about her!'

Ichigo and Orihime were looking fondly at each other. But the hollow struck his head between them.

'All right... Enough talking!' he declared. He pinned Orihime down again, his hands roaming all over her slender form. 'Now where were we?' he said between two kisses, smirking. 'Ah, yes... I remember...'

Orihime gasped, when she felt his cold fingers slip beneath her panties without interruption this time. Ichigo kissed her deeply, while the hollow's fingers started to journey up and down between her thighs. Soon, she was drawing in breaths so fast, that Ichigo had to free her mouth, in fear of making her drown... He looked up, and met the hollow's smirking gaze. His counterpart withdrew his hand from her panties, showing Ichigo two heavily glistering fingers, covered in thick wetness.

'Check this out! Somebody's eager all right!'

Ichigo unexpectedly grabbed his wrist, holding his hand in place. The hollow's confusion turned to a delightful sneer again in an instant, when Ichigo took his fingers into his mouth, licking them off.

'Looks like she's not the only one!' the albino laughed.

Orihime looked ready to sink under the floor with embarrassment. But the two boys just looked at each other again, communicating without words, and the next moment she was lifted up into the air. She screamed a little, just because the move was so sudden, and unexpected. The hollow held her up, while Ichigo quickly pulled her skirt, and soaked underwear down, and tossed them away to the ground. She was now completely naked...

The hollow set her down, kneeling. She quickly secured her arms around Ichigo's shoulders to support herself. Her boyfriend wrapped his arms around her, caressing her back. Her hands started to move too, exploring tentatively. But her shaking hands were covered by two larger ones, and she felt them being guided by a more firm will. The hollow pressed himself to her from the back, making her body pressed against Ichigo's hard, and both boys choked out some swearing words.

The hollow withdrew, and almost dragged Orihime's hands down, to where the button was located at Ichigo's jeans. She started to fumble with it, her hands shaking worse than ever. Finally it opened. Ichigo released a relieved sigh, when the painful restraint of thick jeans loosened around him.

The hollow made a sudden violent push, and Ichigo fell back, arriving on his back, with the other two sitting over him.

'Hey!' he shouted indignantly.

'Don't complain...' the hollow laughed. He reached behind himself, and with a few forceful thugs, he managed to drag the jeans down all the way. It wouldn't come down without his boxers though, so when the move was finished, he too was naked, just like Orihime. He pulled her down on himself, and for a moment they just snuggled close to each other comfortably. He placed a soft kiss to her temple, and she to his nose...

They both looked up, seeing the hollow tower over them, in a standing position. He made quite a show of removing his own clothing, doing it slowly, sexily. Ichigo rolled his eyes at the sight, but then he contented himself with watching Orihime's reaction, with a grin on his face. She wore a cute expression that was curious, yet shy at the same time, and when the last piece of clothing began it's journey down on the albino's pale legs, she actually turned away, hiding her burning face in Ichigo's shoulder.

'Hey... hey...' Ichigo tried to sooth the turmoil of her emotions with his gentle voice.

Free from all clothes, the hollow knelt down next to them, and put a hand on her head, turning her to face him. He was firm, but not rough. Orihime now saw both pair of eyes before her, the intensely smoldering golden, and the lovable, warm brown.

'Don't hide from me!' the hollow said seriously.

She offered a nervous smile as an answer.

The hollow looked at Ichigo, who nodded. They needed no words at this point. They lowered Orihime gently down between them. She closed her eyes, trying to relax completely. She felt her knees being knocked apart, and she gave an involuntary shudder. She cried out, when a long finger suddenly slipped inside her, but the sound was immediately swallowed up, into a kiss. The finger began to move in and out of her, experimentally. It was a strange feeling, she needed to get used to it, before deciding she liked it. Meanwhile, her breasts were also taken care of... skilful fingers caressed one of them, while the other had the advantage of the delicious wet contact of lips. She began to feel a strange heat building up somewhere inside her belly. A voice shook her out of the consuming feelings.

'You're doing it wrong, Sucker!' the hollow snapped.

'Am not!' Ichigo protested.

'Amateur! Move over!'

Orihime raised her head indignantly. 'If you two are gonna fight, I can just leave, you know!'

They both laughed.

'We're sorry your Highness!' the hollow said, sending her a smirk. Then he whispered something to Ichigo, who frowned. The hollow sighed, and Orihime felt his hand slide down on her stomach, past her belly, to join Ichigo's in giving her pleasure... His fingers were more sure, and Orihime moaned loudly when he found a magic spot, that seemed to burn with the lightest touch. Comprehension dawned on Ichigo's face instantly. He resumed his previous movements inside her, and Orihime threw her head back into the pillows, gasping.

The feelings now were so intense, that she could do nothing to fight them. She imagined herself sitting on a fast-going rocket, that soared higher and higher up to the sky. Everything around her seemed to shine more with every minute, until almost all blue turned white... She felt herself nearing something, something wonderful... Maybe the Sun?

Orihime groaned something unintelligible. The hollow smirked.

'Didn't catch that, Princess, sorry!' he said, while even increasing the speed of his ministrations.

Orihime tried again. She got as far as "kuvova", before her message drowned into moans again. But Ichigo understood anyway, that she had been trying to say his name, and this made him blush. The hollow was far from blushing, though...

'Oh, no! This will never do!' he said, narrowing his eyes dangerously. 'Can't let you continue with this nonsense!' he said. His hand pressed down on her savagely, the caused feeling bordering somewhere between the most intense pleasure, and pain... 'I want you to scream out my name, loud and clear!'

Orihime opened her eyes, looking a tiny bit confused.

'Your name?'

The hollow locked eyes with her. 'The one name, that suffices for both of us. Let's hear it!'

'Kuro...' Orihime tried, but the tide of flames torturing her body wouldn't let her.

'Wrong answer!' the hollow said.

'Awww!' cried Orihime, and the sound was so erotic, that Ichigo's jaws clenched together painfully, resisting the urge to claim her right away.

'That's not it either!' the hollow played with her farther.

'Uh!' Orihime uttered, when she felt Ichigo shifting his angle a little, and adding a second finger inside her. Hearing Orihime's voice raise an octave in heights, the hollow sent him an approving look.

'...say my name for me!' Ichigo called to her, seductively.

A moment later, she screamed...

'ICHIGO!'

Orihime's imaginary rocket just reached the Sun, and flew right through it... Now she was free-falling. She didn't have a parachute, but it didn't matter, she swam in the air, as light as a feather...

'See... now that wasn't too hard, was it?' the hollow chuckled, clearly enjoying the teasing.

Ichigo also smirked, crawling up to kiss the girl's dried lips. He waited for her to show the first signs of returning to them, before asking.

'How would you say our "discussion's" progressing so far?'

All three of them laughed.

'… enlightening!' Orihime giggled.

She shifted a little, but jerked back, when her hand accidentally brushed against something... Something hard... and... big! She looked down, her eyes widening a little fearfully. She had never seen a man fully naked before...

The hollow followed her gaze, and smirked at her, challengingly.

'It won't bite, ya know!' he said, grabbing Orihime's hand, and giving it an encouraging pull backwards.

Orihime threw an uncertain look at Ichigo. He only smiled.

'Go ahead!'

Orihime gathered her resolve, and closed her trembling fingers around the hollow's hard length. She heard her own heartbeat drumming inside her ears from nerves, as she started to give it hesitant strokes... Both boys closed their eyes, and sounds of pleasure rose from their lips almost at the same time. Orihime only now realized, that there must be some connection of feelings between them, and the discovery made her happy. It also made her curious... She felt like experimenting a little, and this made her moves gradually more confident.

The hollow threw himself back, with more loud confirmations of his pleasure. Orihime tried to keep up with her gifts to him, while she kissed Ichigo, and her other hand was searching to give him equal treatment.

When Ichigo felt her warm little hand close around him, he couldn't help it: he fell down on the bed too, groaning something that might have been a swearing word. For a few brief moments, Orihime could flatter herself, that she was now total mistress of the two boys beneath her. She enjoyed that they seemed to be at her mercy, answering her every move...

But the hollow couldn't bare being inactive for any length of time, and he soon started to kiss and caress her back. It took a surprisingly short time for desire to build up inside her again. The hollow was really skilful when it came to lighting little fires in her body. He was on top of her, nibbling on her ear, and his hands caressing everywhere. When Orihime's body arched like a string, and her needy moans filled the air again, the hollow announced.

'Time to make a Queen from the little Princess!'

Orihime tensed up instantly. She just couldn't help fear enter her conscious. She wanted this, but that didn't mean that the natural fear from unknown wasn't there. The hollow kissed her.

'Don't worry. It's a job for the King. You'll need more heart than instinct... for the first time anyway.'

Orihime looked up wonderingly at him. Then she smiled warmly. She cupped the albino's face and brushed the length of his chin with her thumb. Her mind had known it before, but now even her heart felt it, that all part of her Ichigo's basic motive was to keep her safe... That was how strongly he loved her.

The hollow freed himself from her embrace slowly, and he grinned at Ichigo.

'But I'll help... I don't want your pathetic ass to blow this!'

Ichigo smiled. It was a knowing smile, understanding. The feelings of a memory filled him briefly. He couldn't even recall the exact moment of it, he only knew there had been a time before, when he had felt this secure, and at peace with himself. 'I'll give you all of my power. Use it however you like. And then, please lend me yours.' These were his own words, during his fight with Kenpachi, when he first learned to rely on his zanpakuto spirit, and not just use him as a tool...

'Believe me, I won't!... We won't.'

The boys traded places. Ichigo came above Orihime, taking over her caressing, and the hollow arranged himself behind him. Ichigo smiled at Orihime warmly, and she smiled back.

Ichigo's hand searched out her entrance: a wet, awaiting hotness... His whole body shuddered with anticipation, but his moves were slow and measured. He gave her a last sensual kiss, while positioning himself. The hollow helped pulling her knees more apart, giving him better access. Ichigo began to slide inside her, as slowly as he could. When he felt his control slipping anyway, there was a hard push from behind, which made him thrust in all the way. Consuming, strong feelings run through his body instantly, as fast as an express train. So warm, so tight... so right... The feelings threatened to cloud his clear conscious... but his fear for her was stronger. It took all his willpower, but he stayed in place, looking down at her.

Orihime's whole body strained, her beautiful features distorted, as she fought the intense pain holding her captive. Ichigo knew that this couldn't be helped, but he was not prepared for such strong reactions. It scared him.

'Don't panic. It's natural.' the hollow whispered into his ear, holding him in place. He leaned down, placing light kisses all over Orihime's cheek, neck and shoulders, trying to distract her.

She opened her eyes, but Ichigo was not sure whether she actually saw anything. A single teardrop ran down her cheek, leaving a glistening trail. Ichigo gently kissed it away.

The hollow touched his shoulder. 'Move.' he said quietly. 'Slowly.'

Ichigo held his breath, slowly pulling out of her, and going back again. The hollow closed his eyes, concentrating too. His face strained, and he bit his lips, with the effort of keeping himself together, despite the feelings conveyed to him through Ichigo. His nails dug unintentionally into the other's skin.

'Fuck! So good!' the hollow moaned. He put his hands on both side of Orihime's hips, changing the angle of contact...

Orihime gasped. The next thrust made her moan with pleasure. Ichigo breathed again. He smiled, and leaned down for a swift kiss, before starting to go faster.

He soon found a pace, that seemed to suit both of them. Orihime began to buck her hips, more with every thrust. With the pain gone, it felt so nice, that she wanted more... The synch of their moves reminded her of a beautiful dance: as natural as a waltz, fast and heated like jive, powerful and ancient like passo doble, and essentially passionate like the finest rumba. She relaxed, and let him lead, as a woman does with a man on the dance-floor. It totally contented her to be finally able to experience the ultimate woman art: giving. She gave herself to him in whole, without any reservations. Just let him fill her completely... giving and receiving at the same time. She visualized a large, wide open door, through which she could see that same pure white light from earlier.

Ichigo saw her closed eyes, and her features full of her lust with satisfaction. He wondered at the miracle that he was now able to take her as he pleased, with her only enjoying it more. His mind had shut down, his moves being on auto-pilot... he was swallowed up by pure, undiluted pleasure.

The hollow raised himself, crawling above the busy pair, form Orihime's head. He aimed to reach some of Orihime's sensitive areas, in hope of heightening the heat, but the pair's current position made it impossible for him to even pleasure her breasts. The back of Ichigo's mind registered his interruption, and he gave a sound that could only be described as a feral snarl. Possessive and menacing. Luckily, it even shocked him out of the daze, and when he realized his hollows intentions, he promptly pushed himself higher, allowing him some room.

The hollow only laughed.

'Wow! … you'll make me proud in the end! Who would have thought you had it in you?'

Ichigo just ignored his teasing, he hardly heard it anyway. As he continued to move, he felt like his whole being was pressed, compressed into a single point, dense, heavy, and unbearably hot. There was a sense of anticipation and readiness, like when his spiritual pressure welled up, before a release of a Getsuga Tenso... His breathing turned ragged, as he thrust even deeper inside her, hitting something... All three of them grunted in pleasure. One more powerful thrust was all it took, before he felt her inner muscles contract around him, sending him over the edge too.

Ichigo felt the whole world around him explode. He himself went to pieces too as the force of his orgasm took him completely over. His body shook violently as waves after waves of pleasure rocked through him, instinct making the last of his thrusts deep and violent, giving everything he got.

He was floating in nothing, and didn't know whether it was seconds, minutes or hours... The first thing he noticed, was a wild thumping under him, that was Orihime's heartbeat. Then he could feel and hear her gasps too, and these were the sensations around which he began to build his world back anew. He came to realize that he had fallen on her, so he quickly flipped them over, muttering a quiet apology. Orihime gave a disappointed moan, when she felt the move making him slide out of her... But when she felt her chin came to a rest, pillowed on his warm chest, she relaxed, a content smile gracing her lips.

'I so love you!' she whispered.

'Me too.' he murmured back.

Suddenly Orihime tensed. She felt two cold hands sneak up at the back of her thighs, then over her back, until an other body was pressed flat against hers.

'Hiya Beautiful! Ya didn't think we were done, now, did ya?' the hollow whispered into her ear, making her blush. He put his hands on both side of her hips, pulling her up to stand on all fours, above Ichigo. He positioned himself before her entrance, ready to thrust, but he looked down to lock eyes with Ichigo before the move.

Ichigo knew he wasn't really asking for permission: he was asking for consent. This was the final act of acceptance between them. A show of mutual trust. He didn't even need to nod, the other felt when the assurance he wanted was given.

Orihime whimpered a little at his first violent thrust, which made him slide inside her softened passage to the hilt. Ichigo had to help secure her in place, her wobbly arms couldn't cope with the job alone.

Orihime had to admit, that this was different from before. If she had been lead before, then now she was being swooped away. A lone little boat in the eye of a storm... The urge to fight the tides was almost irresistible. But when she was able to will herself to relax, she felt the desire build up inside her belly once again, under the reckless onslaught she was enduring. She bit down on her bottom lip hard.

Ichigo raised his head, kissing every part of her face he could reach, and whispered three words into her ear.

'Don't hold back!'

His words must have had a magic affect on her, because as soon as they left his mouth, she began moaning so loudly, that her sound filled the whole room, drowning out even the hollow's continuous pants and occasional swear words. Ichigo tried to give even more pleasure to her, using one of his hands to fondle that magic spot at the front of her feminine folds the hollow had shown him earlier. His other hand was still holding her up.

The hollow increased his pace, soon unable to keep up any rhythm. Now even Ichigo's help proved insufficient to hold Orihime in place, and she fell back down on Ichigo, who now had the advantage of feeling every move physically too, not only through the connection with his hollow. Her body crashed against him again and again, and he could feel first hand how wild and powerful those thrusts were...

'Fuck!' he sweared. '… insane!'

Luckily, none of them could hold on much longer. They came almost together, all three of them. The hollow must have been just as off, as he had been after his first, because he would have subtended, completely falling off the bed, had he not caught him, and pulled him next to them.

'Idiot!' Ichigo hissed.

Once the hollow was safely settled, his ragged breath fanning them both, Ichigo returned his attention to Orihime lying between them. The girl looked simply worn out... Her eyes were closed, and she concentrated on trying to breath evenly and deeply.

'In... Orihime?' he asked tentatively, changing her address in mid-thought. He won't call her "Hime-chan" or "Princess", but he thought he would be fine with this.

'I really did see stars this time...' came her shaky answer.

Ichigo arched an eyebrow, but the hollow snickered.

Orihime raised her head slowly. Her lids fluttered open, revealing two beady eyes. She looked at Ichigo first, then at his hollow. Both looked back at her expectantly. She leaned down, and kissed first the one, than the other. They both kissed back passionately. She tasted each kiss... When she was done, a sincere warm smile lighted up her features.

'… feels the same.' she mumbled tiredly, but contently, before dropping her head back down, and promptly drifting off to an easy, peaceful slumber.

The boys just watched her for some time, Ichigo rubbing circles on her little shoulder, and the hollow playing with her hair. They both smiled when she mumbled something about a gooseberry pie...

The hollow felt Ichigo watching him from the corner of his eye. An irritated glint came to his eyes.

'What?' he mouthed, not speaking loud. The girl needed rest.

Ichigo met his gaze steadily.

'So have you always been able to... feel me... like I feel you now?' he asked, also in whisper.

The irritated glint disappeared, giving place to rare seriousness. The hollow sighed.

'Ichigo... since I accepted you as King, I accepted you in full... it had always been YOU, who could not accept ME.' his tone now reminded Ichigo more of Tensa Zangetsu's manner, and he wondered whether the other form of his zanpakuto's spirit was closer to the surface now... 'You did it once, in order to defeat that bastard traitor Captain, but then we had to part... I thought... I hoped things would be different once I returned to you... but you just kept pushing me away, like you did before.' he turned, and looked at Orihime. 'But little Princess got there before you... you can't believe how grateful I am to you... Orihime!' he said to the sleeping girl, almost gently. And it was all the more forceful, because he was now using her actual name, not some mocking title, as always.

'You care for her...' Ichigo said, watching the hollow's gaze on Orihime. 'I can see that... it's almost like...'

But he was cut short.

'Baka! You still don't understand! YOU care for her!' the hollow half sat up, looking a tiny bit angry. 'I'm a hollow, and hollows don't have hearts! It's the definition!' he paused a little, during which the anger dimmed. '… However... through you...' he raised a hand, lifting it to point at Ichigo's chest, who sat up too.

'I... I think I... ' the hollow placed his palm against his skin, right over his heart. Ichigo noticed that the hand was shaking a little, and that the look in his hollow's eyes was something that he never saw there before. There was a little insecurity in it, as well as longing.

Ichigo smiled. It was not every day his smartass hollow ran out of words...

'Yeah... I think I understand.'

Next morning Ichigo and Orihime woke up snuggling to each other, on Orihime's bed, in her apartment... Though they could recall everything that happened in Ichigo's inner world (in details...), they had no idea how their real bodies ended up naked, under the comforter. Not that it mattered much.

Orihime's half conscious fidgeting woke Ichigo up.

'Are you all right?' he asked.

'Uhm!' she mumbled back. 'Only my arm is under attack by little ants! Ouch!'

Ichigo sat up, and started massaging her arm to make the blood return to it faster.

'Thanks...' she said.

They smiled at each other timidly. Then Orihime's smile turned more warm.

'You've stayed the whole night!' she noted. But then her face clouded over. 'Won't your father be angry?'

Ichigo snorted.

'Angry? No. But I'm afraid that this is almost equal to us putting up an advertisement in the local paper about what happened...' he said, shaking his head.

She giggled.

'I don't really mind. We're not in high school any more, after all.'

Ichigo looked at her, thinking.

'You know what? You have a point there!'

Orihime got out of the bed, her long hair sweeping down her naked back, Ichigo grabbed her hand.

'Where are you going?' he asked, a little taken aback.

'To take a shower...' she said shyly. 'I'm a mess...'

Ichigo grinned, pulling her back next to him.

'I don't mind...'

A/N: Was it ok? Was it what you expected? I'm really shy by nature, but I guess Bleach corrupted me nicely...

Chapter 3 is the end, and it's only a kind of short epilogue, dealing with the aftermath. Hope it will still be worthy of your attention.

I would really like to know what you think, so please leave a review!