DISCLAIMER: I do not own BLEACH or any of its characters

A story rated M for LEMON means Lemon Explicit

IchixRuki-

Sayuri Orange Lily

chapter 6 - Primrose

Rukia had looked all over the school, but Ichigo wasn't anywhere to be found. She relaxed and tried to feel his reiatsu. She could finally feel it but found that it was moving further and further away. She followed it away from the school. She could only go so fast in her gigai, but she caught up to it, across the city at Urahara Shoten.

"Ah, Rukia, you playing hooky as well? Kurosaki just came flying in here." Urahara said brightly.

"Where is he?"

Urahara looked around and opened his fan covering his mouth. "Down in the 'basement'." He said winking, she rushed passed him, heading into the training room. It was alive with noise. Jinta and Ururu were watching the pure destructive power of Ichigo in his Bankai as he destroyed and leveled his surroundings.

"What's with the spiky head kid?" Jinta asked, as Rukia stood beside them watching in awe.

"He's a little upset about a school project." She said watching him, he had his hollow mask manifested as he swung his sword wildly.

"Just a little…?"

"How long has he been at this?"

"About and hour.." Jinta said watching intently.

"You two should go upstairs."

Jinta reluctantly stood to leave along with Ururu. Rukia watched until they left, then sat and watched Ichigo herself, marveling at his skill and power. He was actually turning her on. The sheer force and power of his anger. She closed her legs, feeling herself getting wet.

After awhile, he was slowing down looking like he was finally tiring himself out. He was panting hard as she headed across the facility floor to where he was. She walked tentatively to him, his back was turned when she eventually reached him.

"Ichigo?" She walked slowly up behind him. She loved his body. The way it felt and smelled. She stroked his back, he was dripping with sweat, she liked him like that. She wrapped her arms around his waist, her head rested in his back. He still hadn't turned around or responded. His chest was heaving, she could feel his heart racing, beating hard and fast like a drum going 100 miles an hour. She began to breath deeply, breathing in his scent. He was so sexy when he was angry. That's one reason she loved him, but she'd never tell.

Her panties were soaked. Ryū was handy to have around because he kept Ichigo angry and hard. She loved being on the receiving end of the latter, her hand trailing down his chest to his crotch. He was hard, alright.

"Ichigo?" she asked again.

"Ichigo's not here right now," a mocking almost metallic squeal came from Ichigo. He turned to reveal black sclera and golden-yellow eyes. "But I'll be happy to take a message."

"You!" Rukia said, eyes wide, backing up at the sight of Ichigo's inner hollow.

"Yeah, me," he said keeping pace with Rukia as she was backing up. "'The king' went completely ballistic and the door opened up for me. There was no way I'd be able to get past Urahara to head and see the city though, not without making a huge mess. That's why Urahara left those kids on the stairs. He figured the 'king' would come back if I tried to hurt them. So I've just been helping blow off steam." He smiled, still leering at Rukia.

"Well, bring him back!" Rukia demanded.

"Not so fast." He grabbed her by the hand, he was looking her over. "I only get to watch you guys when you're going at it." He pulled her face to his. "I'd like to try it in the drivers seat." He descended on her like a wave, knocking her to the ground.

"Stop! STOP!" She shouted trying to free herself from his grasp.

As strong as Ichigo was, this side of him was more so. He had Rukia's arms pinned above her head and ripped open her blouse. He grinned, licking his lips as he leaned in for a kiss, his tongue slithering, invading her mouth. She was trying to move her head, moaning under his lips, his handing grabbing and pulling on her pert breasts, mauling them roughly. He pried her legs open, moving between them and pressing his body on her. He buried his head in her neck. She could hear him panting and grunting, a laugh in his throat, as she cried out.

"Ichigo! Snap out of it!"

Suddenly he stopped while sitting up.

"Rukia?"

For a moment she heard Ichigo's voice, but suddenly he grabbed at his head, screaming and shaking in pain.

"Ichigo?" Rukia sat up, closing her blouse, looking at him... Then the horrible laughter erupted through him.

"Gotcha." He said, sclera still black, squealing voice laughing as he pushed her back down, ripping her flimsy panties from under her skirt. He held up the pink panties in front of his face, taking a deep whiff and closing his eyes as he inhaled. "Mmm, mmm good." He said rolling her onto her stomach.

He lifted up the back of her skirt and smacked her bare ass a couple of times on each cheek, smiling as they turned bright red, while hearing Rukia yelp. Her pussy flooded with cream.

He pulled her arms behind her back, gliding his large hand down her back, over her bottom, her skin extra hot where he had smacked her. Then between her legs and into her.

"Oh, you're naughty." He squealed sinking his fingers deeper into her from behind. "You're all wet." His long tongue came out licking his wet fingers and then he fumbled at his waist. Rukia looked back, seeing his erect member. It seemed even bigger than normal.

"Hmmm...Oh, you noticed" He said, stroking himself in preparation, seeing Rukia's eyes widen. She began to squirm wildly to get away. "Hold still or you'll be punished." He hissed, spanking her again, positioning himself behind her. The hot bulbous head of his cock was at her wet entrance. Then slowly, almost painfully slow, he pushed his swollen hot cock into her dripping hungry entrance, letting her feel and enjoy every sensation.

She howled wildly, tears welling, partly in pleasure and partly because it was wider than normal and was a tighter fit.

He grunted, eyes closed as he sunk into her repeatedly.

"Now I know why he's so damn happy." He was moaning, it felt so good. He began to pound into her wildly. She was on her hands and knees, battling to accommodate him. It felt so good though, but she felt like she may split open.

She didn't want to like it. It was wilder and even more shameless than Ichigo. He grabbed her hair roughly while pulling her head back, licking her ear. His other hand reaching around to play with her clit. He thrust into her, grinning hearing her moan.

"You like it, don't you." he hissed. She didn't answer, her moaning at his thrusts was enough. He smacked her ass again with one hand, her hair still tight in his fist. Then he licked his thumb and let it play at the puckered entrance of her ass.

"AHHHHHHHH!"" Rukia moaned loudly, she was going over the edge. "Ichigo, please," she moaned trying to look back at her tormentor. She saw the darkness move slowly from his eyes as she sat up. She tried to pull herself from his cock that was impaling her but he grabbed her hips. With one hand on her hips and the other grabbing his head that was pulsing with pain, he tried to stay in control.

"No, come on! Let me finish!" The squealing metallic voice of 'the horse' shouted. Ichigo was literally fighting with himself. The King and the horse fought it out to be in control of this session with Rukia. His body not stopping its rhythm in and out of Rukia.

Ichigo shook and grabbed his head wildly, until he finally calmed down.

"Rukia."

It was Ichigo, wasn't it ? She turned slowly, her body still bobbin on his cock.

"I'm sorry." He said, while never ceasing his rhythmic thrusting into her. She allowed herself to fully relax and enjoy him fucking her now. She arched her back as he sat up stroking her hips.

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Yoruichi felt herself being watched. It wasn't anything new, when she sat in front of the store in her two piece bikini sunning herself, but it was different this time, more intense. She opened her eyes the sepia of her sunglasses did little to help see who was standing over. She pulled up the over sized white cat-rimmed shades to see a handsome tall blue spiky haired boy standing over her, practically drooling.

"Yo!" he said, not taking his eyes off her breasts.

"Hmph." Yoruichi said, pulling her glasses back down.

"Ah, how may I help you?" Urahara's cheerful voice said, as he came from the shop. Ryū reluctantly turned from Yoruichi, who'd closed her eyes and dismissed them both.

"Hey, yeah." He glanced back at Yoruichi. "Is Rukia here?"

"And who might you be?" Urahara asked, as if he didn't know.

"I'm Ryū Hametsu. A classmate, I just transferred here."

"Ahh," Urahara said taking in the sight of him. "What makes you think she's here?"

"Tatsuki said she comes here after school with Kurosaki sometimes."

"Well, now that you mention it. Kuchiki-san may be here, somewhere." Urahara pondered taping his fan on his chin, coming out to block the door as Ryū made his way to it. "May I ask why you've come to call?"

"She left her bag at school when she took off at lunch."

"Hmm?"

Ryū held up Rukia's blue Chappy bag.

"I'll be happy to see that she gets it." Urahara said, reaching for the bag.

"I'd rather give it to her, myself." Ryū said, eyebrow raised, pulling back the bag.

"As you wish." Urahara said, not moving from his place at the door. He looked down at Jinta who nodded and then took off into the shop. Urahara smiled brightly, tapping his fan against his mouth, studying the transfer student Kurosaki was so upset about.

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Rukia was on his lap now as he sat crossed legged on the ground. Her legs around his waist, her shirt wide open. He had one hand behind him propping himself up, while the other groped at her breast. Her skirt bouncing as she rode Ichigo. He was watching her intently, smiling as he panted in rhythm to her undulating. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, as she was grinding herself on his cock. Her arms were tight like a vice around his neck, lost in pleasure, enjoying the sensation of her skin on his, his cock inside her. Every few moments he'd kiss her on her mouth or lick her on the neck. He pinched her nipples while trying to hold himself at bay until she came again. He wiped her sweaty brow, her hair was damp and clinging to her skin. He found her to be so beautiful when she was riding him.

"Ahh Ichigo, I'm cumming again!" she shouted, moving her hips faster. "I'm cumming!" He grabbed her waist and moved her more forcefully, frantically even, on his cock. Soon enough he was reaching his peak with her.

"Cum for me, Rukia." He said low and deep in her ear. That was enough for her.

"Ahhhh!" She rolled her head wildly and he kept her moving atop him as she came, her pussy tightening around him. He grunted as his head leaned back, his cock twitching in pleasure, as he exploded inside her.

"Hey Rukia!" They stopped for a moment, as they heard Jinta's voice getting louder. "Spiky hair where are you? There's someone from your school to see you Rukia!"

"Don't stop Ichigo, Don't stop" Rukia said trying to ride out her orgasm before they were caught. The thrill of possibly being caught was turning her on.

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"There you are, Rukia." Jinta said seeing Rukia standing behind Ichigo. She popped her head out from behind Ichigo.

"Jinta, go get me one of Ururu's t-shirts, please." Rukia said with a sweet smile.

"What's wrong with your shirt." Jinta asked trying to see around Ichigo. Ichigo put his hand on Jinta's forehead and kept him from getting too close.

"Just go Jinta. And hurry!" Rukia said, exasperated.

"Fine. But there's this spiky blue haired guy upstairs asking for you, Rukia."

Rukia felt Ichigo tighten up, seeing his fists clinch.

"How'd he know I was here?" Rukia whispered. Ichigo wasn't listening.

"Hey, what are these." Jinta said stopping from his run to get back up stairs and picking up a little bundle of fabric. "Are these-.." Jinta was inspecting them. Ichigo snatched Rukia's underwear from him

"Go get the t-shirt, Jinta."

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"What are you doing here, Ryū ?" Rukia said, exhausted, finally stepping outside in front of the store. Ryū was standing over Yoruichi trying to get her to talk to him. Rukia was fumbling with the super small and tight Urahara Shoten t-shirt she had to borrow from Ururu.

"Oh, there you are." Ryū said taking in Rukia's appearance. "Nice t-shirt, is the AC cranked up inside?" Rukia was confused. Urahara looked away from her, chuckling covering his mouth with the fan again. Rukia looked down seeing her erect nipples straining against the t shirt.

"Why are you here?' she said folding her arms over her chest.

"You left your bag." He said holding it out. "And we do need to work on our project. So I was hoping we could-.."

"Yeah, well thanks for my bag and the project will have to wait until tomorrow." She stormed back into the shop, red faced.

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to be continued