Urahara and Yoruichi both took a step forward and Ichigo and Rukia looked at each other nervously. This was not good.
Yoruichi leapt onto Ichigo, causing him to fall backwards with her stradling him. She leaned in, licking her lips seductively....
And then burst into hysterical laughter.
"K-Kisuke! They thought we were for real!"
Urahara was chortling from his place near the door, supporting himself against it, and Rukia was glaring at him with her hands on her hips.
"This is not a laughing matter! We've been hounded by horny humans all the way from Ichigo's school!"
Urahara continued chortling. "We know! We've been watching since you fled from the school rooftop."
"Why the hell were you watching us at school?" Ichigo demanded, standing up as Yoruichi got to her feet.
"Oh, you know, we just happened to be in the neighbourhood." Urahara replied flippantly.
Ichigo fixed him with a hard stare. "So you can tell us why the hell we've got people chasing us down?"
Yoruichi snorted. "You haven't guessed?"
Ichigo shook his head slowly.
"You fought a Hollow before. Its attack caused all this."
"You said you were only watching us from school!"
Urahara shrugged. "I lied."
"Temeh...."
"Can you get rid of whatever is causing the effect?" Rukia asked quickly, before Ichigo had any urges to do violence upon Urahara's person.
"Nope." Urahara shrugged, but quickly continued when Ichigo began to growl at him. "But I know how you can."
"How?" Both victims demanded immediately.
"Kill the Hollow that caused it."
CRACK
Ichigo was standing over Urahara's now prone form, shaking his fist. "We already did that! You said you were there for the fight!"
"Well, you'll just have to wait for the effects to wear off then." Yoruichi told them in an amused tone.
"Gee, thanks a bunch." Ichigo replied sarcastically. "How come you guys aren't affected anyway?"
Urahara stood up, blood trickling through the fingers clasped to his nose. "It's because we're so much more strong willed than others!" He managed to maintain his sing-song voice, despite the injuries to his face.
"And because we would much rather do each other." Yoruichi added with a wink.
Ichigo and Rukia turned slightly red. "We don't need to know that." Ichigo huffed.
"Still as shy as ever." Yoruichi laughed, causing Rukia to give Ichigo a sly look. If only they knew.
"So we have to wait around until this thing wears off?" Ichigo asked in a frustrated voice.
Urahara winked slyly. "Well, there's no rules as to what you have to do while you wait around. If you and Rukia-chan want to get busy..."
Rukia grabbed Icihgo's arm to stop him giving Urahara another crack, as the shop owner ran to hide behind Yoruichi, poking his tongue at Ichigo.
"We'll be going now, Urahara-san, Yoruichi-san." Rukia told them firmly.
Ichigo and Rukia opted to take the backstreets on the return to Ichigo's house, unwilling to risk mobs of hormonal men and women pursuing them. The slipped furtively down Ichigo's street after sprinting most of the way, Ichigo thankful that his father was out for the day and his sisters at school. They were sweating heavily as they passed through the front door, courtesy of a key hidden outside.
Rukia found herself checking out Ichigo from behind, the majority of her attention focused on his—in her opinion—well formed ass. He turned suddenly, catching her in the act.
"So—shower?" Direct and to the point.
Rukia grinned, shedding her sweaty shirt on the couch. She enjoyed the way Ichigo's eyes still bulged slightly whenever she removed her clothing around him. She turned, walking up the stairs provocatively. Ichigo watched her move, enjoying the show.
When she was halfway up, Rukia slowly reached back, undoing her bra. She let it fall on the stairs, glancing back over her shoulder to check Ichigo's reaction. She was not disappointed.
Ichigo was transfixed by Rukia's actions, frozen in place. When he saw Rukia slowly unzip her skirt, letting it fall down her creamy legs and to the floor, before stepping out of it, he realized he had a very pressing appointment in the bathroom along with Rukia.
Rukia stepped out of her panties as she ran the shower at a warm temperature. She could feel her skin tingling as she waited behind the door for Ichigo to walk though the door. Oh, how she wanted him. But she would wait, she would make him want her as much as she wanted him—more.
The second Ichigo walked through the door, Rukia pounced. Wrapping her arms around him from behind, she ran her hands over his chiseled chest, revelling in the feeling of satisfaction that welled up within her when she felt Ichigo's body tighten and shiver at her touch.
Rukia gripped the hem of his shirt and lifted upwards, revealing the chest that she had been running her hands over seconds previously. Ichigo turned, taking in her body with hungry eyes. The way he looked at her—like he couldn't believe she was his.
Ichigo ran his arms up Rukia's sides, but was thwarted when she gently pushed his arms away.
"You can look, but you can't touch...yet." She told him teasingly.
She began to place small butterfly kisses on his chest, slowly working her way down his body. The soft hair of his snail-trail tickled her lips as she paused around his navel, enjoying the way he reacted to her attentions—and his reaction was very noticeable.
With mischevious smile, Rukia slowly undid his belt buckle, before sliding the belt out from around his waist. Slowly—oh so slowly, she unbuttoned his pants, before pulling down his zipper. It gave a low purr, and so did she, when she pulled his underwear down with his pants, allowing his erect shaft to spring free.
Ichigo groaned when he felt her warm breath on him, torturing him. It was taking all of his will power not to grab her, enter her, and have his way with her right then and there. His 'ordeal' was worsened when Rukia began to run her tongue along his length, swirling it around the head. There was a shot of pleasure, and just when he thought things couldn't get any worse, they did.
Rukia took his length in her mouth, swallowing him up to the hilt.
Ichigo grasped her head as she began to bob up and down on his shaft, swirling her tongue around the head as she removed her warm mouth from his cock. Forcefully, he shoved her head back down, and Rukia gave no complaint as she swallowed him again. She began to suck as she massaged the organ with her tongue, and Ichigo felt his knees buckling. He leant back against the closed door to support himself, revelling in the sensations that were running through his body.
"Oh-oh fuck..."
And then Rukia pulled back, leaving his cock without release. She smirked at his agonized face, and decided to put him at ease.
"You can touch, now...."
With a growl he pounced, grabbing her ass and lifting her up to his waist. His length was pressed up against her slit, and he could feel the juices dripping from her. He stepped into the shower, hot water pouring over both of them. Setting her down, Ichigo leaned forward and began to suck at her nipples, staying with her as Rukia fell against the wall.
Ichigo alternated his attention from breast to breast, causing Rukia to moan from his efforts. One hand was at the small of her back, while the other teased her wet entrance as the water pelted down on them.
Rukia arched her back, pushing her breast into Ichigo's mouth as his finger penetrated her, sliding in smoothly. It was joined by another finger, and then another, as they slid into her slick sheath. He was rewarded with a groan when he began to rub her clit with his thumb, softly, slowly.
Rukia could feel the fire building inside her, as her eyes rolled back in her head. Whatever control she had over the situation had vanished the second she gave Ichigo permission to touch her, and he had taken full advantage of this lapse.
"I-Ichigo.....please..." Rukia panted softly.
Ichigo raised his head and replied with a grin, drawing his fingers out of her. Deliberately, he licked one of them clean, before placing the other two in Rukia's own mouth. Obediently, she suckled at them, tasting her own juices. He brought his mouth to her own, tongues dueling for supremacy.
She gasped as he entered her in one smooth movement, filling her completely. Rukia glanced down and saw that he was buried to the hilt. A perfect fit. She raised her legs, supporting herself completely on his cock, and wrapped them around his waist.
Slowly at first, but then gaining speed, Ichigo began to thrust into her, sending shivers throughout her body. The shivers turned to tremors as she gripped his length inside of her, and she drew herself against him, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her nails scratching down his back leaving angry red trails.
It was good, too good. Ichigo began to twist his hips slightly, entering Rukia's body at a slightly different angle, and she bit back a scream as he hit her G-spot. He began to play with her clit as he pounded her unmercyfully, steaming water around them all the while, increasing the sensation.
But then it was all too much, and Rukia was launched off the edge of the abyss, all sensation lost except that emanating from her filled and throbbing pussy. She rode her orgasm as she continued to ride Ichigo's cock, and the twitching and spasming of her muscles sent him over the edge in turn.
With a roar, he erupted inside her, his eyes fixed on her face. Lost in his own orgasm, her was still able to watch Rukia in her own. He loved the way her eyes lost focus, and the way the blush on her cheeks highlighted her eyes. He loved watching her come back to earth, and he loved the look in her eyes when she realized he had been watching her throughout.
Ichigo leaned against her, both of them breathing deeply, pinning her body against the wall as he remained inside her. The warm water continued to fall upon them, washing their juices away as it trickled out of Rukia.
"That....that was....fun." Ichigo panted.
Rukia's expression became incredulous. "Fun? I licked my own juices from your fingers and all you can say is 'fun'?!?"
Ichigo cut off all protests as he sealed her lips with his own, before pulling back and wiggling his eyebrow suggestively. "Well, maybe we should relocate to the bedroom so we can go again and I can give you another word for it."
Rukia responded to the challenge, a smirk appearing on her face. "You can go again so soon?"
"Damn right." He leaned in and nipped her ear lightly.
Rukia pinched him in reply, before pausing. "Ichigo, what about the Hollow problem?"
"Who cares? We have food, water, and a comfortable place to sleep together. Far as I'm concerned, they can all go hang."
And that's the end of the miniseries. Hope you all enjoyed it, if it did take forever to finish. Once again, I'm open to requests, but this story is secondary to Enemies and Traitors Promise.
Once again, cheers to DeviantHollow23 for the story prompt. Could probably have had this series all in one chapter, but.....I'm a lazy bastard. So deal with it.
Thanks for reading.
