I finally have time to update this story ^^. Life been busy and I'm sorry for the late update. This chapter is for the readers who always support me, encourage me to write and makes me believe that I can write a good story.

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Alright, chapter 2 is up. I done it quite in a rush mode while listen to Kim Ah Joong's song 'Show me your heart' repeatedly. Lol. It's almost 5 am, and do forgive me if there is grammatical error or problem with the sentences. Please give me reviews to alert me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.

Warning: Smutty Chapters (as expected from the previous story line =p)


CHAPTER TWO: THE HEAT NIGHT

The woman stood before him, giving him the melancholy feeling he couldn't fathom. The cherry blossom's fragrance still lingering in the cold, vast room and as the woman step closer to his, he could feel the heat from her body seeping to his own frame. She was almost too closer till he could hear her erratic breathing.

He was towering her and through the light from the bathroom in front of them, he could see the big, ivory eyes was staring at him. The way her hair strand falls between her beautiful eyes struck him, as he recognize only one person own the hairdo. He inhaled a deep breath, trying scarcely to control the thudding of his crazy heart.

I need to calm down, calm down…

"Vi…o…let?"

His voice was deep, citing the unfamiliar name with curiosity and scepticism. However, on top of that, he could not believe his eyes for his wife actually lives in that kind of place and most importantly, doing that kind of job. He could not believe the woman who was now smiling at him was a… prostitute.

No, this probably kind a mistake! I need to ask her.

Unconsciously, he took a step backward, backing himself from the half-naked woman and tried to conceal himself behind the dark. He was sweating, dotted of perspiration started to form on his forehead and through the stillness ambiance, he could heard his own heart beat went craze with every seconds has passed ever since he step in the room.

What should I say? You're Hisana right? You're alive and work here as prostitute?

Byakuya shook his head, his lips tightly shut and his mind went numb. This is not what he pictured should be when he met Hisana. Not in this place and not in the situation they are currently into. With she stood half-naked in front of him; it is hard to control the wave of lust that suddenly ignited in his body, eating all his senses.

I am crazy and please, don't look at me with those eyes…

He can't forget the ivory eyes nor the silky hair he always touch, how it feels to have the plum lips touched his, and he desperate to taste it again after the two years longing for the woman he love. But now, when she was standing before him, he feels nothing except disbelief. The desire to see her is nowhere to be found in his heart. He can't believe his wife; his precious wife was working here, selling her body to other man than him!

"I shouldn't be coming here… this it's not right," he muttered under his heavy breathe, regretting the decision to follow the woman. "You're not my wife, I should have known. Hisana wouldn't be doing this and she already dead. Kami, am I that stupid?"

Turning his heels, he headed to the door, intends to forget what has just occurred. He never saw that woman, never step into that place and never know her.

"Where are you going?"

His body suddenly jerked as the sweet voice once again playing its beautiful melody, halting his movements. Holding the knob, he doubtful whether should riposte to her question or rudely leaving the room. "I-"

"Come." She touched his hand, grabbing it as she tugged him softly to the darkness. Unbeknownst to him, he was following her, striding beside her like she has mesmerized him to do her biding with only one word. Carefully, she leads him to the enormous bed and he was standing with his back knee touching the edge of the bed, still gazing at her. Then, he could feel her small hand touch his shoulders, forcing him to the sit position.

She was leaning closely to his ears, fanning a warm breath on his face as she drew a husky breath.

"I'm yours tonight."


As she walked out form the bathroom, Rukia could see a man; taller than her was quietly standing without making any movements or voices. He was staring at her, which she assures. He can't see his face through the obscurity and yet, she knows he was a fine and good looking man by looking at his body robustness. It was masculine, well-built and she can smells the wealthy scent from his appearance.

Still wrapped in the white towel, she slowly step closer to the stranger who had paid a large sum of money to have a night with her, curious to see who is the lucky guy manage to attract Rangiku attention.

"He's special, just like you. Treat him nicely as he was one lucky bastard to have you on this night."

Her heart thudded faster than before, even when she was in the shower, the heart seems to rapidly increasing its beats, making her difficult to breathe. She even forgot how many minutes have passed ever since the water has poured down to her pale body. Until she trembled beneath the cold shower, she still refuses to step out. Her mind races with only one thing since she receives the phone call.

The time has finally come. She will be the official prostitute in the brothel.

All the kindness, money and custody Rangiku has provided for her since she was a kid, she will return the favour now. For ten years, she always observe how the other 'workers' do their job and with the thought of wanted to help Rangiku, she offer herself to be the waitress. Nevertheless, the business has gone down lately and customers intended to look for another place that offers new and fresh looks.

That was when she decided to offer herself to the brothel. Although she had to giving up her dreams as dancer, she will not regret it. For the sake of Rangiku. She has opposed her decision, hard, but she firmly told her it was her only chance to repay her kindness for caring and loving an orphan like her.

And now, she's gonna do it, without remorse.

Taking a long, deep breathe, she steady her heart beat and lift her head, searching for the stranger's eyes.

"Welcome, Tooya-san. Pleasure to meet you," she said, barely a whispers. Moving forward with the intention to see his face, Rukia almost leaned to the built frame, smiling as she noticed how long his hair was hidden in the dark. "My name…Violet."

It was a lie.

Her name is Rukia. Only Rukia. She doesn't have family, no relatives and she is just a loner who was raised surround by prostitutes who cared and loves her deeply and a girl who has lost her belief towards… love.

"Vi…o…let?"

The sudden voice startled her. She arched her brows as the stranger call out her name in a deep, husky tone, which she found so nice to her hearings. It reverberates throughout her petite body and as she glanced towards her hands, she realizes it was trembling.

She was trembling in fear.

Alone in the room with a man she absolutely never knew, Rukia could feel the anxiety started to crept to her senses, forcing her body to shivered with distress. Her eyes widen in uneasiness but she quickly gripping her hands, trying to control the tremor.

"You're special, just like him."

That's what Rangiku has told her. Yes, she was special. A fresh one, a virgin. And she will do this right.

It's alright, there's nothing to worry about. I can do this, for Rangiku.

Opening her mouth to spoke, the stranger abruptly backing away from her, once again shielding himself from her sight and through the muteness, she can heard the beats of his heart, hammering rapidly, as she was the same. Looking up at him, she noticed how awkward their distance was, not the way she imagines it supposed to be. Recalling how intimate the customers with the employees, she doubted whether the man have the intention of spending the night with her or just want to see her.

'Tsk, why would he want to see me?' she murmured to herself. 'Just forget about it. He has paid me and I will serve him nicely.'

Rukia step forward, ventured to do the first contact since the man still in his world, stiff and voiceless but she was surprised by his impulsive movement, swiftly turning his body from her. She gaped at him with weird thought, questioning for his unexpected action and yet, she still approaching him. When he touches the door's knob, Rukia became tense.

"Where are you going?" she asked without realizing. He wants to leave the room after paying that much money? Or he doesn't like me and intended to refund? I can't let him!

"I-"

"Come." Refused to hear his retort, Rukia swiftly cuts his word, grabbing his callous hand and drag him to the enormous bad, leading him to sit on the soft mattress. She covertly grins, daringly leaning closely to his ear, breathing a warm air just like what the 'nee-san' has taught to her.

A seductive breathes.

"I'm yours tonight."


"It is better if the light is on," Rukia murmured under her heavy breathes, quietly striding to the table lamp on the left side of the bed, touching at the metal to switch the light on. After adjusting the suitable lightning, which only illuminates the bed's side, she turns her face to ask for his views but she founds her jaw dropped when their eyes met.

Rukia finally saw him and as she thought earlier, he was a good looking man with sharp face and long, dark hair smoothly cascading down to his shoulders. She search for his eyes under the shadow of his hair but almost choked as his gaze pierced through her heart. Her eyes widen in astonishment as she discovers the colour of his irises beneath the impassive and emotionless face, beautiful and yet, sexy. Her gaze dropped to his sharp nose, descending to his red lips. Without knowingly, she was swallowing her saliva hard as the stranger's form finally in her sight.

'Why am I ogling at him?' she berated herself, swiftly breaking their contact. 'This is not the time to be a fan girl. Rukia, focus yourself!'

She quickly straightens her face, sturdily stood and gradually stepping forward to draw closer the distance between them and finally stand in front of him. Meeting his grey eyes, she just realized how sombre the grey emblems were, dull and darken with pain and… loneliness.

'What should I? He doesn't make a move,' she whispers to herself and panic quickly arisen within her. 'Should I hug him? Open my cloth? Wait, I only have towel. So I stripped him?'

"Kiss. It's the basic of any intimate relationship."

Rangiku voice echoed in her head, teaching and guiding her.

Kiss…


Byakuya remains stagnant in his sitting position, inaudibly eyeing the petite woman who is busy adjusting the table lamp's light. His mind raced with many things, including the reason he was still in the room regardless the decision to leave that place. Although his rational mind screams with many explanations to race out from the room, but his heart speak differ.

It's begging him to stay, to firmly assure that the woman it's not his wife.

She leisurely moved closer to him with unreadable emotion on her face and he could see droplet of water sliding through her creamy skin. Locking their eyes together, he saw his wife shadow in her big, ivory eyes, smiling as if she was drawing him to stills. Inadvertently, his hand moved upward, slowly cupping the small face, caressing it. She lowered her head, tilted it a little and Byakuya bringing his face closer until their breathe touch each of their faces, clouding his mind.

She was closer… closer… and then,

He lost his brake. After the two years longing for a woman he desired, he eventually has it.

She was his…


Rukia's eyes broaden. The stranger was touching her lips with his and his hand was sensually caressing her rosy cheeks. It was a peck, without any intimate contact, but still, it was longer than she assumed it would be. He only brush their lips together, seemingly afraid to make any advance movement. She was the first one to break it, blinking as the man stared at her with sluggish eyes.

It was her first kiss.

She promptly touched the place where he had kissed just now and it's still warm and dampens. She stood frozen, feels the unfamiliar sensation that waved into her body, feels how her heart moved and her body went weak by his simple touched.

'So that's how a kiss should be…'

Deep inside her heart, she was glad her first time was with him and will be her treasure memories. She secretly smiled, turning her head to hidden the embarrassment feeling but his hand abruptly cupped her other cheek, forcing her to meet his. She blinked confusedly, halting in his capture and when his lips once again lingering around hers, she understood his need. Closing her eyes, she gladly meets his lips in an open-mouthed kiss.


His tongue probed between her luscious lips, tracing the outline and licks the upper lips, making her jerked from his touched. Byakuya hold her face firmly, intended to deepen their kiss. He sucks her bottom lips, groaning at how soft her lips were under his touch. The woman before him moaning, giving him the chance to sneak into her wet cavern, exploring and tasting.

She tastes like peppermint, probably from the toothpaste she has used in the bathroom and Byakuya eagerly runs his tongue in every corner of her mouth, sliding his hand all up into her silky, dark hair, feeling how smooth it was beneath his callous hand. His eyes tightened closed and through the silence ambiance, he can heard their haste breathing, felt how closed her body was against his. He heard her breath suck in as he ravished her sweet mouth, hearing the moan came out like the melody of his favourite songs.

Rukia moan, grabbing his shoulders to hold herself from stumble to the floor as her knees wither and shudders. As she never kissed before, she let the man take control of everything; slowly learn to respond with his feverish kiss. Boldly skimming her hands in his dark shirt, she amazed at how his muscle tense under her touch, rippling with every caressed she does. However, with every seconds passed, her lungs feel suffocated and she found herself hard to inhale the cold air with their mouths still locked together.

Sensing his partner muffling between their kisses, Byakuya leave the moist lips, sliding himself to her pale neck, nipping and nuzzling all the way down until he hovered the pulse point, nibbling it gently. He gripped the small waist, eliminate all the space between them, felt the brush of her thigh against his arm.

Then he took her mouth once again, enjoying the sweet taste of her succulent lips, gradually sliding his hands down to grab her bottom, squeezing it gently, causing the woman jumped nervously. Not wanting to wait any longer, Byakuya tugged down the white towel, revealing the creamy skin and a pair of bosom to his hungers view.

Rukia yelped in surprise, widen her eyes as the towel slide and dropped to the floor, and she was standing before him, gloriously naked to his eyes. "W… waits, Tooya-san!" She swiftly grabs the towel but he halts her movement, gripping both her wrist. Their heavy breathing filed the cold night air and she stared into her grey eyes, surprise by his impulsive action, opening her mouth to retort but he suddenly stood, lifting her small body and moved towards the centre of the bed, carefully lying her down.

'Wait, what just happened? Isn't it too quickly?'

Her heart was pounding hard, and as she lied down like a helpless prey to the hunter, she saw him took off his dark coat, easily dropping it to the floor. Her eyes followed with every action he took, deliberately unbutton his shirt, one by one while his eyes never left hers. Rukia hardly swallowing the lump that started to form in her throat, wriggling her lower part as she senses the unusual feelings flowing from her nether region.

After stripping his shirt, Byakuya paused for a moment, staring at the beautiful angel whom he missed really much, bathed with the dim light.

'She really resembles Hisana,' he murmurs.

He doesn't care anymore. There's no turning point anymore. He will have her, just like the old times. Only this once, he will see her as his wife…

Byakuya hovered above her, his face is only mere inch from her and he could feel her breath touched his skin, sending a wave of pleasure throughout his body. He was lingering around his lips as if he was waiting for her approval. Knowing his intention, Rukia softly smile, caressing his left cheeks, and as he grew nearer, her pupils sluggishly dilated.

Byakuya bent his head to kiss her, hungry for more and she willingly opens her mouth for him, running her hands across his naked chest, feeling his body hard against her. His tongue probed inside her mouth, coaxing her to do the same, battle for dominance. She dug her nails on his back and returns his kiss equally, savouring his taste as a remembrance of her first kiss.

He releases her mouth, his hot lips trailed down to her neck, moved to her left shoulder before planted a soft kiss on top of it. His hand went down to cup her left breast which he found perfectly fit in his palm.

"Ah!" Rukia squeal, squeezing her nails into his back in surprise, her body almost lifted from the mattress but he held them firmly, still cupping the weight of her. The feeling of discomfiture because of her physical quickly diminished when he suddenly slid his tongue around it, twirling the pink areola and plunged it at the peak of it. His other hand massaging the right one, flicking the nipple between his thumb and finger, causing her to shiver in delight.

Rukia was now heavily panted, dotted of perspiration started to form on her forehead and she forced herself to bit her own lips to stifle a groan from slipping out. The man above her abruptly changing his ministration, sucking her nipple hard which caused her to moan louder, arching her body to his magical hand and mouth. He was rubbing the swollen and moist nipple while his hot mouth move to the other mound, laving the peak until it arched proudly.

Her pupils dilated her thought messy and erratic with all the sensations and her mouth open for air. Byakuya nuzzled her creamy skin, to the cleft between her perfect bosoms, tasting the salt perspiration. He groaned as she tugged his hair softly, promptly taking both her hands and brought it on top her heads, clasping it together. Rukia squirms, wanted to release from his hold but he firmly grip it. With a smirk plastered on his face, he started his way from her jaw, down to her neck, her pulse, and then blowing each of the perk nipples, before plunging his tongue at her navel, tasting it.

"Tooya-san!"

"Shh!" He hushed her, refused to hear the fake name passed out from the rosy lips. He wanted her to scream his name, his real name, nevertheless, he had to bury those desire as this is their last encounter. He will never meet again so it's no use of telling his real name.

"You're already wet," his hoarse voice echoes in the vast room causing Rukia's breathed hitched in surprise. It was the second time she ever heard his voice and she love it. When he release her hands to nudges his legs apart, she gasped in worry and quickly clamped her legs together.

Byakuya stared at her with curiosity, puzzled by her slight action.

She was a prostitute and yet, she still has shyness within her?

Regardless of her reluctance, Byakuya firmly hold her legs apart, kissing the porcelain skins, deliberately making his way up to the part between her legs.

"Open for me," he quietly said, deep and full with the need for her. Rukia comply, her face heated up with embarrassment and she shyly open it for him. Her nails dug into the soft mattress, gripping it tightly as he slid his middle finger, up and down on her mound. She moaned loudly into his ear, throwing her head back in pleasure and her body arched to meet with his finger.

Byakuya inserted another finger, stretching the inner walls to prepare her for his hardened. Rukia cried out in delight, and before she could savour the feelings, he drew out his digits, tenderly put his hands on her knees and gazed up at her with his dark and intense eyes that sucked her breath away. He gets off from the bed, removing the last garment before crawling back to the previous position.

"I'm going to enter," he whispers as he bent down to brush his lips against hers, position himself before her. Rukia's eyes clouded in fear, watching with wariness as he straddled between her.

"I-I…"

I wanted you to be gentle with me.

She always heard from Rangiku, how the customers sometimes treat the other workers badly and she doesn't want it to happen during her first time. She wanted to say, but afraid he will stop his action, she shut herself.

He arched his brow, halting and she quickly shook her head. "Nothing. You may go ahead."

Byakuya slowly entered her, causing her to wince in pain but she subtly stifle her gasp, clamping her mouth together. He adjusts his position, nuzzled his face between her cleavages, and slowly, pushing his hardened inside her more deeply and it struck him. The familiar feelings suddenly immersed from his thought and he looked up at her, aware of the tears that started to form at the corner of her eyes.

He stilled for a moment, lost in his thought when a hand tenderly caressed his cheek. He bit his lips, started to move within her in a rhythm pace. The room was filled with their moaning and the smell of sex strongly lingering on the air, obscuring his mind. The feelings of his tight wall clenching around his send him to the edge of pleasure. It's been a long time since he has an intimate relationship with any woman and he almost forgot the feelings of having someone on his bed.

Wrapping her arms around him, she rested her hands on his back, feeling the muscles ripple with every thrust he done and moaned each time he withdrew. Byakuya shifted slightly, as his thrust become more prevailing, sending a surge of pleasure down to his body and he almost could feel his climax approaching.

"T-Tooya-san," she cried out, her nails digging dipper, breaking his skins. She could feel the fullness of him, throbbing inside her and she lifted his lips, anticipating both her orgasm and his.

He let out a final thrust, shuddering violently as he came inside her, hard.

"Hisana…,"


Rukia opened her eyes, trying to move her body but pain shots throughout her body, causing her to trembles.

'Never thought it could be painful,' she thought solemnly. 'So that's the feeling of having sex….' She pulls her body to sit up position, grabbing the thick blanket to cover her naked body.

"Why did you do that?"

She startled, her body jerked involuntarily when the voice crossed her hearings. She turned left, surprise by his presence which she thought he has left after the intimate moment.

"What do you mean?"

Already in his attire, Byakuya stared coldly at her. "You're not a prostitute."

Her jaws dropped. How did he know…?

"I am. It's just that, I'm a new one," she quietly replies, avoiding his gaze.

"So that's why she said you're special. Then why did you become one?"

Rukia looked up at him confusedly for his bossiness in her affairs. "It's none of your business!" she said, biting her lips to control the surge of anger that slowly started to build in. Byakuya stood, grabbing the last piece of garment on the floor and swiftly wear it back.

"It's not, but this job is not for you. You're not the suitable person to do it, let alone involve with this kind of place," he spoke, his voice deep and emotionless.

As he mentioned the word place, Rukia snapped out. "You don't understand at all! How could you know anything about this place if you never step in it? I was raised in this place, mingles with the person that you called 'dirty' and you know what, I'm proud to be here. You think they want this job? They don't have any choices! That's the reason I did this," she yelled angrily, her eyes stings with tears that blurred her visions.

Byakuya only stared at her, inaudibly, without any emotion.

"What's the difference between you guys? You paid us for service! You are the same with us!"

Turning his heels, Byakuya glanced at her slightly. "Just like you said, everyone has reason, but each of us is given choices in our life. You said that this is your only choices, but you didn't see the other door that may hold your dreams."

Her eyes widen in disbelief. "I…"

"I don't regret coming here," he spoke, deliberately stride to the exit door. Holding the knob, he opened his mouth. "But I regret making you like this."

Rukia watched as his shadow disappear from the room, ogling at her hands with confusion and incredulity. Beads of tears suddenly poured down, wetting her cheeks.

"Why am I crying?"


I found it's very difficult to write lemon scenes. It took me hours to write that moment and it almost cracked my head. The end of the chapter seems to rush a bit, I badly wanted to end it quickly. Give me your thought or criticism about this chapter, I really appreciate it ^^.