Eight Years Later

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Youri Kamachi-Kurosaki loved her husband dearly, but her patience was growing weak. It was difficult for her. She and Ichigo had fallen in love when they were young and stupid, and had made a commitment to remain with each other until death. There had been their occasional spats, a few, short lived break ups, and she had even gone as far as throwing him out of their home once. But, those things never lasted, love always got the better of them. She sighed, and flipped over in bed, only to stare at his empty place.

Ichigo had been gone for ten days.

She knew he was strong, and stubborn, but he was also reckless. She knew the things he had to face when he went away, or when one of those monsters ventured into Karakura town. She was also minutely aware of the darkness in his own heart- his lust for battle. He always went in, with his guns blazing, and prepared to do battle even if it killed him.

She had asked him to swear he would not put his life in danger unnecessarily,and he had agreed. She knew it was a promise that he was incapable of keeping, but it comforted her. Even so, she was never fully at peace, from the time he left, until the moment she could wrap her arms around him, and inhale his faint coconut musk.

So, until then, she would just go on with her life as best she could.

She would go to sleep, and keep his side of the bed warm.

Ichigo had returned to the world of the living, and was on his way home. He'd stopped by the little Urahara shop to collect his body, thanked the man, and began walking home. He could have called his wife, and he knew that she would have driven to get him. But, he chose not to, since she was most likely asleep. It was late, after eleven, at least.

Before he left the shop, Urahara made it a point to tease him.

"You know Ichigo, that's one pretty girl you married. She's smart too. She even followed you, all the way here before you went to the Soul Society last week." He stated, with a rare tone of seriousness. Ichigo felt a rush of cold down his spine.

"What do you mean, Urahara?"

"I mean just what I said. When you left your body here for safe keeping, she followed you, Ichigo." He paused, letting the words sink in. The younger man closed his eyes and sighed, before connecting with his friend in the most serious way.

"How much did she see?"

"Everything." he answered gravely. "I assume you both said your goodbyes before you came over. Well, she followed you here, and waited outside for a few minutes. When she came in, she witnessed you leaving your body. She saw your body go limp, and thought you had died. She rushed to your side immediately and completely lost it. You crossed over into the Soul Society so quickly, that you missed it." He removed his hat, revealing his pale face. It was stained by a deep bruise around his left eye. "She's also got a pretty fierce left hook." He joked. He could see the anxiety in the boys face. He put a hand on the boys shoulder. "She really loves you, Ichigo. She even gave me this when I tried to console her. Tessai had to restrain her so that I could use the memory replacement device on her."

Ichigo looked away. He hated when she, or any of the people her loved, were dragged into this world unnecessarily. He had almost gotten them killed that way more than enough times to know how much of a disaster it could be.

"I take it that device created an all new set of memories, again. Any idea what it was?" Urahara nodded.

"She thinks that this shop is an undercover sting, run by the FBI." he chuckled. "She seems to think that you are some big bad secret agent. She referred to you as her 'sexy badass' agent of the FBI." Ichigo frowned at Urahara.

"Great." He groaned.

"Hey, you are the one who decided to lie." He put his hat back on. "All of this could be easier, if you weren't so stubborn." He said quietly. "If she were attacked by a hollow, she would be able to see you." He explained. Ichigo looked at him angrily.

"Don't you even think of suggesting that." He growled. "I would never put her in danger, just so she can see me. Besides, once she is able to see soul reapers, that' s not all she'll see." The old man nodded in understanding. This was why soul reapers were forbidden to be with humans. It was just too much.

"Ichigo." He began. "If you aren't planning to tell her the truth, then you should consider what's most practical."

"What are you saying?"He snapped.

"If it were me, Ichigo, and If I really loved someone, I would have never gotten involved with them, until after they died. But,since it's too late for that.." Ichigo was still with disbelief. His fists clenched in rage.

"What, Urahara?" He muttered lowly. "Please, tell me, what would you do if you we're me?"

"Well, I would erase her memory of me. And I would leave her alone until she dies." Ichigo scoffed, and turned to leave.

"Even if she forgot, I wouldn't."

He sighed a thanks to old hat and clogs as he left.

No one could understand.

Youri Kamachi had not been an easy fish to catch. She had been an even more difficult fish to keep. He was tired of feeding her lies, pretending that he worked for nameless corporations, and couldn't tell her any details about what he did. He hated going into the Soul Society, knowing that if he died there she would be at the mercy of the high council. They would probably let her live, since she knew nothing, or erase her memory, as an extra precaution. What would she fill that empty space with?

Vacations?

Family?

Or another man?

He shook the thought away. He would stay with her, and they would grow old together. If his body died first, he would follow her until the day she died, and then he would take her soul to the Seireitei and marry her again. He was positive it would be frowned upon, but he did not care. He had decided that he would do it anyway, and accept their punishment later. He would not risk sending her there with a konso and then searching for her in the Rukongai. If he did, it could be years, decades, or even an eternity before her found her. He would rather risk the hand of Central 46.

Thoughts like this were the exact reason that he hated to go to the Soul Society in the first place. He had become involved with the soul reapers by a complete accident. That accident had changed his life, yes, in a wonderful way. But it had ended his human life, in a sense. He maintained his human body and life in the world of the living, but it often conflicted with his status as a soul reaper. He was a living human, but a defender of the dead as well. He was allowed to care for his loved ones, yet expected to view all human souls as equal in value. He was a soul reaper, but only by definition. He had to abide by their rules, and risk his life, even though he was not included as one of them. It was all a collection of 'buts'. Conditions, expectations, and limitations.

He regretted none of them. He was consoled by the fact he had the ability to save everyone.

Ichigo unlocked the door to his home, and slipped in quietly. The key scratched and grumbled as it turned. He had been meaning to replace the lock for half a year now. He hoped it was not enough to wake her. He knew she was asleep because it was pitch black inside.

She loved the dark, but only when she was sleeping. He smiled, recalling her comical contrasts. She slept in the pitch black, but would leap into his arms if the power went out, suddenly, during a storm. She had grown up in the heart of the tropics, where a storm could mean anything from gentle rainfall, to massive devastation. He could comprehend, but never understand. He remembered that every time there had been lightning, or high winds and rain, she would curl up into herself and sob quietly. He would take her into his arms, and speak softly to her, promising that they would be fine.

He crept carefully down the hall, and opened the door to their bedroom, silently. He looked at her with silent awe. She was sound asleep, on his side of the bed, with his pillow clutched in her arms. He decided to lie beside her, without disturbing her. They could talk in the morning.

On a normal day, Youri would have woken up around seven. Today, something caused her to stir at around five. That was way too early. She looked around, wondering what could have done it. She did not hear police sirens, gunshots, or any other commotion. She did notice that the slope of the mattress was incorrect. It should have had a much gentler slope, since she was alone. She heard the sound of gentle breathing. There had to be someone in her bed. But who? Her husband was not home. Could it be one of the dangerous men he hunted with the FBI? A burglar?

Youri waited a moment. She felt the stranger move beside her, and grunt lowly. She was going to wait for the right opportunity and make a run for it. Then she felt strong arms wrap around her, and soft lips against the back of her ears, her one weak spot. She groaned with pleasure.

"Hmph. I see you haven't changed." someone said quietly. There was only one person in the world who could have known that, or who would be so cocky. She rolled over and and greeted his brown eyes with her soft gray-green ones. He smiled down at her, and brought his lips to her forehead. She brought her hands around and pressed her palms to his shoulder blades. From there her hands trailed and traced his entire body; his strong arms and toned chest, his powerful thighs, muscular ass, and lastly, his face. It had not changed a bit in eight years, with the exception of a thin coat of hair on his chin and cheeks. Peach fuzz, very sexy. It made him look more grown up, since his height and muscles did not always convince people that he was in his late twenties now. Youri put her hand on his cheek, and ran the other through his orange hair.

"Ichi-go." She sighed. She pulled his head into her cleavage. Her lingering Dominican accent still made her break his name apart. Usually, he would make fun of her, but not now.

He smiled, and looked her up and down. He noted that she was wearing one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers as pajamas. He smirked at her. He loved the way she broke his name in two, since it was unusual for her native tongue.

"I believe this" he tugged playfully at the front of the shirt. "belongs to me."

"I am aware." She said quietly, giving no indication that she had understood his subtle words of seduction. She was, however, very much aware. He was trying to imply that she was his sweet property, and that made her want him more than anything.

Youri loved sex with Ichigo, but not as much as she loved holding him, like this. With his orange hair just beneath her nose, so she could smell the faint coconut musk that set her mind at ease. He told her that her body had a gentle, clean scent. Like the scent of linens drying in the wind of the ocean. She loved the feeling of his body, so close to her own, especially when they were on their sides, with no one dominating. It still amazed her, how much bigger than her her was. She was five foot three, and had been since high school. He was five foot eleven, and had always towered nearly a full foot taller than her.

Ichigo loved sex with Youri too. He loved it when she wrapped her arms around him, and held on for dear life beneath him. He loved how she could make him feel like a perverted brute with her thrashing, blushing, and moaning. Her breath would grow erratic, as she called out his name and begged him for more. But, Youri had a dark side. There were times when her lust burned hotter than flames, and devoured him whole. When she initiated, Ichigo could be sure of two things: she wanted him, and she was going to have her way whether he came along or not. It still amazed him, how this small woman could make him feel needed, or unneeded, strong, or completely dominated. She could play the innocent, beautiful, quiet girl, and the strong, scary, dominatrix.

They could have laid beside each other forever. However, the hand on her thigh wanted otherwise. Ichigo opened her legs, and worked them around himself. He rolled over so that he was on top of her and could settle between her legs, and kissed her deeply. He felt her legs begin to squeeze him.

They had gone ten days apart.

Ten long days, without each other's company, without the warmth of a body beside them. It had been incredibly hellish.

Ichigo hooked his fingers around the bottom of her shirt, and quickly pulled it off. She was not wearing a bra under it, and that made him smile. He crouched back on his knees, and removed his own shirt. He kissed her again, deeply. She relaxed, and let one hand slip gently up his chest. She stroked his powerful chest with the palm of her hand, and even ventured to roll one of his nipples with her thumb. He groaned.

"Don't start something that you can't finish." He laughed, as he ground his hips into hers. Their lower halves collided, with his arousal teasing her most secret,sensitive place. They both wanted this immediately. Youri let out a quiet moan. Her eyes fell on the clock on the night table.

5:07 a.m.

"Mmm. Ichi-go it's five in the morning." She said quietly, while gripping on his shoulders tightly. " I have to get to work in a few hours." Her fiery haired husband laughed.

"Well then, consider this a wake up call." She frowned a little.

"I'm serious." He smiled.

"Okay, then how about a shower?" She frowned at him.

"Ichi-go." He sighed.

"Fine. I'll go make us some breakfast." He planted a gentle kiss on her throat. "We can get back to this tonight. We'll have plenty of time." He moved to get off the bed, only to be pulled back down, onto his back. Youri moved quickly, and straddled him. She began gently rolling her hips, teasing him.

"I said I had to go to work in a few hours. I never said we were stopping."

"That was unexpectedly sneaky." He joked. She wiggled her eyebrows at him, and let her eyes move down his body, catlike. Ichigo followed her line of vision, and saw that she had managed to get him out of his pants and underwear. HE stared at her, baffled. "How did you-"

He could not finish his sentence, because at that moment one of her small, soft hands took a hold of his length, and began gently stroking him. She ran an open palm up the length, then slid her fingertips down. He groaned in the back of his throat, making his wife smirk.

"You shouldn't underestimate me, Ichi-go. You know how sensitive my pride is." He blushed a bit. He knew she was not lying. She was so sweet and gentle, by nature, but when she had been insulted, even by the thinnest stretch of the imagination, she became a different person. She could be cocky, and the most passively aggressive person on the planet. She could even hold her own against Ichigo in a shouting match. But, by nature, she was quiet, kind, and soft. She contrasted Ichigo in almost every way, even though they were exactly the same.

She was looking down at Ichigo fondly, while she stroked him painfully slowly and tried to decide where to go from there. He brought his hands up her thighs, and let them gently grasp her hips. She was still wearing his boxers, though they looked like shorts on her. Her bare breasts hovered above him, looking more tempting every minute. He looked at her face.

She was wearing a particularly smug smile, while she was touching his length and brushing her self against his sensitized thighs. She paused her body, but maintained the painfully slow rhythm with her hand. She looked down at him with a puzzled, yet amused expression. He chuckled at her thoughtful expression.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked.

"I'm trying to decide what to do with you." She stated, dancing her fingers across the head of his penis, gaining another groan from him. "You just got home, after we were apart for ten long days. So I'm wondering if I should ride you, or if I should get back underneath you, so that I can be closer to you." She said it harshly, but there was an undertone of sincerity. She stopped torturing Ichigo with her rolling hips, and devilish hands completely, and rested them on his smooth stomach.

She sat perched on his thighs. Ichigo sat up, and wrapped his arms around her.

God, had they missed each other.

He pulled away just enough to lay gentle kisses down her neck, and between her breasts as he worked the boxers off of her. He chuckled when he saw that she happened to be wearing a pair of panties that he found extremely cute. They were a soft, white cotton with the words 'Hands Off!' across the back. He disobeyed, and scooped her butt in both of his hands and pulled them off quickly, causing her to squeak and blush in shock. He laid a hand on her cheek, and she laid one of hers on top of his.

"Are you blushing? I love that I can still make you do that, even after all these years." He murmured into her cleavage.

They were just sitting there, staring at each other, naked, and fantasizing of all the acts they could repeat. She was still straddling Ichigo, with both of them completely exposed, dripping, and more than ready. She dragged her nails down his chest, causing a dangerous look of violent lust in his eyes. She left trails of electricity burning on his skin. Youri pressed their bodies together again, so she could sit her chin on his broad shoulder. She glanced at the clock.

"It is now 5: 19 a.m." She announced, as she moved to get out of bed. Ichigo saw her heading for the bathroom and reminisced about it. He'd had her in the shower, and in the bath,on the floor, and bent over the counter, and that was only the bathroom. When he thought about it, there were only a handful of places that he had not jumped his Dominican lover.

He thought fondly about the time his father had walked in on them, in his old room, as teenagers. The old man had nearly died of shock, before praising Ichigo for bringing a beautiful woman into their home. Luckily, they both still had their underwear on, and had not started yet. Ichigo simply climbed out of bed and falcon punched his eccentric father,and knocked him out cold. It had been embarrassing for him, but amusing for her. That was why he moved into his own apartment soon following his eighteenth birthday. Youri had remained living with her host family, but spent more time in his bed than she did anywhere else. Now that they were married, he had her all to himself.

He decided to sneak up behind her, and bring her back to bed. He grabbed her around her waist, and threw her nude body over his shoulder.

"I-Ichi-go! What are you doing?" she said surprised by his boldness. He gently laid her down, and put his hands at either side of her head.

"I am about to make love to you." He said. The casual tone he used made her blush, and shift slightly. She looked up at him, loving the way he could make her feel nervous, like a virgin, all over again. She felt herself getting wet. The words he'd spoken made her feel a surge of pleasure in her abdomen, a foreshadowing of what was to come.

"Make it good." She laughed shyly.

"Of course." He promised, with a kiss to her forehead.

He lifted her thighs, and entered her slowly. They both gasped with every inch that slid in. When he was fully sheathed inside her, Ichigo paused to take in the beauty that lay beneath him. Youri began to breathe heavily, and to push herself on him, and get as much of him as deep inside her as she could. And then, Ichigo pulled back out, almost all the way, before sliding back in, slowly. Youri found herself panting and running her hands down his sides. This was euphoric. Slow, kind, intimate lovemaking, like you would expect on an anniversary, not a reunion.

"Ichi-go-please- faster- harder." She panted quietly. He fulfilled her request, and increased his pace with every stroke. He gave her a few strokes to adjust to the new speed, before he began pounding her

more roughly. He knew her body well enough to know where all her spots were, and he hit every one of them. Youri moaned loudly beneath him.

"Ichi-go..." was all she could manage. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into another passionate kiss. Their tongues desperately searched each other's mouthes. Youri felt her pleasure reaching its limits.

"Ichi-go, please stop." she moaned. He slowed his savage pace, coming to a complete halt in a few seconds. He looked at her concerned.

"What's wrong, Youri?" He was half afraid to have his question answered. He stared with nervous concern. Her hair was mussed against the pillows. Her body shook with pleasure, and her face mirrored it quite clearly. They were slick with sweat, shining in the first rays of sunlight, and panting heavily. He had more than enough stamina to continue, as well as the helpless need to move. He was still fully sheathed inside of her tight, hot, moistness, but had stopped his movements as she requested.

"Ichi-go"

"Yes?"

"Could we- I mean, would it be okay if I want... to continue this in a different position?" He let out a breath of relief that he did not realize he was holding. Thank goodness. She just wanted to change positions.

"Of course. For a second I thought I was hurting you. What position do you want?" She looked away.

"Yeah, about that." She started to blush again when he raised an eyebrow. "I-I want you to do this from behind me." Ichigo smirked, causing her to blush even deeper.

"Oh? So you've become a fan of the doggy position while I was away." He leaned in closer to her, putting their foreheads together.

"And also, Ichi-go?" He raised his eyebrow at her again.

"Yes?" He said smugly. She gulped. He was going to really enjoy this.

"Is it okay if I want it a little rougher?" She said shyly. Ichigo could sense her embarrassment at begging him for something so raunchy. He quickly slid out of her, and flipped her onto her hands and knees. He slammed back into her without preamble or warning, causing her to cry out in pleasure. This was her first experience with this particular position. It was a new angle for her, and she was not sure how to contain her pleasure. The pressure hit different spots. Particularly, a place in the front of her gave her the most intense pleasure she had ever felt, when Ichigo slammed into it. It made her elbows buckle, and her entire body shake. Ichigo felt so powerful, and so sexy, watching her shake from the pleasure he gave her. He picked up his speed as fast as he could, and felt pure arousal when she yelled out his name.

"ICHI-GO! More!"

"More?" He sneered darkly. He grabbed her by her hips and began moving her body in tune with his thrusts, making them impossibly deep and hard. "You like it like this, don't you?" Youri could barely form words. He erratic breath did not satisfy his want for an answer,so he took a handful of her hair and pulled back, so that he could pant into her ear with steamy breath. "Answer me, Youri. Do you like it like this?"

"YES!" she screamed.

"Yeah? Who taught you while I was gone?"

"I did." She whined. Ichigo stopped cold, to his wifes dismay.

"Did you touch yourself while I was gone?" He asked..

"I... practiced, yes."she said quietly.

"With what?" He asked her, teasingly. She bit her lip. A look of dark possession clouded in his eyes. It was almost as if he became someone else when they got rough. She found it sexy, yet a little dangerous. Where was he going with this? She felt him slide out.

"Did you buy a toy?" She flushed all over her body. Ichigo grinned, and started digging around in the night table. "Hmm. I'd say that's a yes. I can see it now. You, all alone in this house, with the curtains drawn and the lights off. You come home from work feeling so drained,and then you decide to give yourself a treat. You strip yourself, and run your hands all over your body, like this." He whispered, as he ghosted his hands all over her body. "You try and mimic the way I touch you, and make it feel just like this." He went down her back with a single finger. His hands hooked around her sides, reaching to fondle her breasts and tease her nipples. She hissed in ecstasy. "Then, you lay yourself in bed. You begin to brush a hand over your most secret place." He reached a hand down, and began circling her clit. Youri felt like she was going to pass out from the teasing pleasure, or kill Ichigo if he did not finish her soon. "And you do this until you find yourself looking to where your toy is, longing for it. Maybe you take it and enter yourself slowly... Or maybe you hold yourself open and thrust it in as hard and fast as you can. That way you could pretend I was here, making love to you."

Suddenly, something was inside her, filling her completely. It was not the familiar warmth of Ichigo's cock, it was cold. It was not as thick as Ichigo, but it was longer. She realized, it was her toy.

"How did you get- Oh MY GOD!" Her arms gave out when he turned the vibration on. She laid there, face down, ass up, with her orange haired, but devious husband holding a vibrator inside her.

"Hush." He commanded. "You used that toy to bring yourself to this place. The same place I had you a minute ago. Tell me, my love. When you came, you screamed my name, didn't you?" She nodded helplessly into the pillow, as he began a slow rhythm. He moved the toy in and out of her, while its vibrations sent pleasure up her spine and into her groin. Her desperate moans made his full cock twinge in want. He removed the toy quickly,and replaced it with his own manhood.

"Now, use me the same way. Show me how you taught yourself doggy style." Youri pushed herself back up, and began impaling herself with Ichigo's cock from behind. She couldn't hold back her screams any longer. Her voice along with her tightening walls brought Ichigo closer and closer to the edge as well. He was enjoying the show, watching a beautiful woman use his length to get off.

"Yeah, more of that. Keep screaming." She obeyed, and unleashed a scream that bounced off the walls of their bedroom. Youri gripped the sheets. She was impossibly close.

"So close. Ichi-go, please finish me." she moaned. She let her head drop. When she opened her eyes, she had a great view of the carnage. From between her legs, she could watch Ichigo's length sliding in and out of her without mercy.

"What's my name?" He grunted harshly, his voice fogged with carnal need. His wife threw back her head and screamed.

"Ichi-go! So good... I-I love you." Ichigo felt his wave of angry lust fade at her words. He leaned back, so that he was sitting, and Youri was in his lap, still impaled and squirming. He rested his forehead on her sweaty back.

" I love you too, Youri...Spin around, Youri. I want to finish this facing you." Youri nodded weakly she lifted herself slightly, and turned herself around. Ichigo thoroughly enjoyed watching her move herself on his dick. It was incredibly sexy. She let out quiet moans as her walls rubbed against him. The heat, and the impossible closeness made this single action, turning around without pulling out , a dark pleasure for them both. Once she was facing him, she made direct eye contact with her beloved. She put a hand on his chest and pushed him down on his back. She began slamming herself down, and riding him roughly, never breaking eye contact. Now it was Ichigo's turn to moan.

"God, Youri!" He panted. "When did you get this hot?" She was too busy trying to breathe to blush again. She knew Ichigo liked the dirty talk, and rough sex, but it was embarrassing for her.

"I-I just missed you a lot." she answered. He chuckled.

"I missed you too." He reached up and began massaging her breasts. Her head fell back and she let out a small mewl. Ichigo pushed her and rolled them so that he was on top of her again. He maintained the rhythm she had been riding him at. His hands went down to hers and interlocked. He brought them up above her head, and pressed them into the sheets as he pounded her into the mattress. "Say it again... Tell me you love me, just once more."

"I love you, Ichi-go." She said for the thousand time. He brought their lips together. That single action brought Youri over the edge. She came, and called out his name, but gently, like she felt nothing but calm wash over her.

"Ichi-go." She purred in a deep sigh. Her inner walls spasmed, pulling her husband over the edge right behind her. He panted for a few moments, waiting for the shaking of his body to stop, before he fell onto his back, and pulled his wife into his chest.

"That was... oh my God." she murmured.

"You can call me Ichigo." He joked. She playfully smacked his chest.

He peeked at the clock.

"It's 6:03." He chuckled. She laughed deeply.

"I think I will take today off. After all, I am the boss. " He kissed the top of her hair lovingly, and pulled her smaller body closer to him.

"Good." he said with a smirk. "I was hoping to spend more time with you today." She blushed again. "Oh, Youri. When you blush like that you make me want to throw you down again, and do you endlessly." He looked down at his dark skinned goddess. "In fact, your new found kinkiness is so arousing, I think I want to have you again... I think I will make early morning sex a habit." Youri looked up at him with a very clear 'if you fuck up this moment I will kill you' look in her eyes, so he didn't move. She kissed one of his nipples, just to tease him.

"I missed you so much, Ichi-go." she looked down, eying his manhood, just to the right of her belly. "I missed your ginger pubes as well." Now it was Ichigo's turn to blush. That was her ace in the hole. It made his cock twitch with desire, just knowing that she was eying his piece. He had a fleeting desire to throw her beneath him, and force himself inside her again. He felt her body slide down his. He was not sure what she was planning, but he had hopes. He felt her hot breath on his flaccid length, awakening it, but not arousing him. He shot a wild glance down at her. She was smirking back up at him, with quiet devilment in her eyes. But he could sense her uncertainty in her posture.

This was something that they had done before, but it was rare. Youri was not concerned about the act itself, she was always just a little worried about being adequate. The first time she tried this, she had gagged and nearly passed out for lack of air, so Ichigo stopped her every time that she attempted in the future. He kicked himself in the balls for his concerned nature. He was probably the only guy in the world that would turn down oral sex. She had eventually learned to handle it better, and become rather good at it.

She gave the head of his cock a tentative lick, and then made eye contact with him. He gave he a nod of approval, so she brought him into her mouth as much as she could, and began slowly bobbing her head. He grunted. She swirled her tongue, and sucked. She nibbled lightly on his shaft, and varied pressures, speed, and the use of her tongue. Ichigo could tell she was trying, and succeeding, so he felt a little praise was in order.

"God, Youri. You're so good." She licked the underside of his cock, making him shiver. "Oh, you naughty girl...When I get up I'm going to repay you." Even though his dirty talk and bragging were embarrassing for her, she was beginning to find it arousing too. Then she had a thought. She flashed back to when Ichigo had pounded her into oblivion using her toy. The subtle vibrations had driven her insane with pleasure. She wanted to know if they would work on him. She started humming the tune of Asterisk by Orange Range around his cock. Ichigo had to strain to keep from going over the edge. She giggled and changed the melody she was humming to that of Arigatou by Home Made Kazoku.

"My favorite song...Oh, Youri! God, are you going to pay for that." She smiled. She had big bad Ichigo Kurosaki writhing and moaning helplessly. He tossed his head from side to side.

"Youri, I'm gonna come." He warned her. She nodded and accepted his release into her mouth. He had to try not to come again when he watched her swallow his seed, before dropping him from her mouth with a quiet pop. "Oh, Mrs. Kurosaki. You are in so much trouble." He said darkly.

It happened in a heartbeat, so there was no way for her to react. Ichigo flipped Youri onto her back beneath him. He reached onto the floor, and removed his belt from his pants, the same way he unsheathed his sword., before tossing them onto the floor again. He seized both of her tiny wrists in one hand and dragged her to the headboard. He used his belt to secure her hands to the headboard. He looked her over and smiled at her sadistically. He trailed a fingertip down her chest, then thrust it into her. She squirmed at his touch.

"Ichi-go..." she moaned loudly. He smirked at her.

"Mind your volume, Youri. We wouldn't want the neighbors calling the police again."

"You're so mean." She whined quietly. It did not take his long, skilled fingers long to coax his wifes second orgasm of the day to the surface. He stopped, just before she came, much to her dismay. Ichigo called her name.

"Youri, open your eyes." she obeyed, only to find him hovering his lips above her groin. He was about to return the gesture, and pleasure her with his mouth as well. He had never attempted that before, and that made her both nervous, and excited. His lips brushed against her inner thighs, making her whine.

"Ichi-go... Don't tease." She did not get to complete her thought because her began melting her brains. He pulled gently with his lips, and let his tongue dart in and out, shallowly. He found a little pink nub just above her entrance, and dragged his teeth over it, gently. His wife's thrashing, and latching her hands in his hair and forcing his head down was all the hint he needed. He began sucking, licking, and all but devouring the nub. He vaguely recalled playing with it during their foreplay sessions, and was happy to see its full potential. His wife let out a final scream of ecstasy, before going limp. He knew that he had taken her over the edge.

Ichigo crawled up beside his exhausted, satisfied, and glowing lady, released her arms from their bounds, and returned her to her place in his chest. He pulled the covers back over them, and laid back.

As he fell asleep, he dreamed of a cloudy blue sky. Glass skyscrapers were all around him, and somehow, he could defy gravity, and stand on the side of one. He knew this dream. It wasn't a dream: He'd been pulled into his inner world. To his right, an old man stood atop a flagpole. He was accompanied by a pale boy, that resembled Ichigo, when he was fifteen. His clothing was the inversion of the soul reapers robes, and his eyes were black with yellow iris's. He recognized them: they were the manifstation of his zanpakuto, and his inner hollow. He did not know why, but they had brought him here. His inner hollow smirked, and spoke first.

"That was quite a performance, king. That broad sure knows how to give it good, huh?" he sneered.

"Shut your damn mouth." He snapped tiredly. "I'm not letting you ruin this."

"Ruin it? Not at all. I quite enjoyed that, didn't you, Zangetsu? And from the look on her face, I'd say she did too." he replied.

Ichigo frowned. He knew that his inner hollow, and the spirit of his zanpakuto could see and feel everything that he could, but that didn't stop it from being weird. Zangetsu normally didn't judge him, but his inner hollow was both intrusive, and nosy. When he was with Youri, he could almost constantly hear the echoing voice of his inner hollow making snide comments about her.

Take off her top, Ichigo. Do it.

Wow, are you going to let her talk to you like that? Take off her top, Ichigo.

She's talking to you about her day without a top on, and you're listening to her? The hell is the matter with you?

It drove him nuts. Sometimes, he wished he knew how to enter his inner world on his own. If he did, he would have beaten the crap out of that perverted bastard. He looked to Zangetsu.

"Why have you summoned me here? It's been over a year since I've seen you." he said pleasantly.

The old man lifted his head.

"Ichigo." He descended his flagpole and approached him, the hollow following close behind. "I have brought you here to talk to you about an important matter."

"It's your bimbo."The hollow clarified.

"You're pushing your luck." Ichigo growled. Zangetsu continued, as if he hadn't heard any of their sidebar comments.

"Ichigo. This woman is a human, and you are a soul reaper." he stated. " And, although you do not find it desirable, Urahara was justified in his suggestion." Ichigo could only stare at the old man.

"What are you saying?" he asked defensively.

"What, do we have to spell it out for you?" his inner hollow snapped. "When you're around, your elevated spiritual pressure attracts hollows, and when you are near her, the shit sticks to her like lint." Ichigo frowned, but the hollow continued. "Think about it. When you smell muffins, you run toward the scent, because you want to have a muffin. Hollows are the same. If we smell food, we go toward it. The problem is that when they follow your spiritual pressure, they find only find your wife. You might as well have put a target on her ass. Imagine if instead of delicious muffins, you found muffin scented toast." He raised a finger. "That would piss you off, huh?"

Ichigo had to restrain the urge to punch his inner hollow.

"That's not the only thing pissing me off."

"It would probably make you want to kick whoever made the muffin scented toast's ass. Unlike you, a hungry, pissed, and disappointed hollow will eat the muffin scented toast anyway, just to whet their appetite for the real thing. Do you understand where I'm going with this?" He asked. Ichigo scowled deeply. Sometimes he really wanted this bastard out of his head. His inner hollow rolled his eyes.

"In other words, you're pissing off the hollows, and putting her magnificent breasts in danger."

"Yeah, I got that, you damn psychopath!" he fumed. "But there's no need to worry. Hollows can try all they like: I'm not going to let anything harm her." He stated.

"How can you be sure of that?"Zangetsu countered. "Are you willing to bet an innocent life on your boastful pride? Do you value her that little?" At that Ichigo scoffed, and turned his back on his master.

"If that's all you needed to tell me, I'm leaving now."

"Ichigo, that was not all." He called. The young man turned to the spirits within him. "Somethings coming, Ichigo. Something more powerful than you could imagine." The tone in his voice was serious. "There has been a great disturbance among all of the souls. Can you not sense it?"

Ichigo felt something happening inside him. There was great tension. He felt uneasy. The old man was not kidding.

"What does thismean, Zangetsu?"

"This means that there is something troubling the flow of souls between the worlds." He sighed. "The soul king himself has tightened his grip on us all."