Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. Only my pervy thoughts.

Author's Note: This is for DarkLori. She is my cheerleader in writing, and I'm so appreciative of her friendship. Read her stories – she's awesome! And while you're there, beg her to continue! I want to read her lemon!!

Special thanks to F1yMordecai for edits! Special uber thanks to your wonderful reviewers! Love you guys!!

Setting: Bleach Universe

Rated: M. Unlike other smut I've written, there's a lot of vulgar words. Usually I sugar coat it. Not this time. You've been warned. Since lemons aren't allowed on FF.N and I have been reported before the full version is on my LJ.

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10. I love that they bring the best out of each other.

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A sudden growl.

A throbbing lip.

A heated, messy kiss.

Angry sex is one of the best kinds of sex.

Blunt nails presses into his tanned skin hard. With this zeal they prick him, drawing red liquid to the surface. Those same nails skim down his strong arms as she crawls up and over his thighs, legs parted. Her mouth meets his with a need that rivals thirst and starvation; they jam, clamoring for domination of sorts. Fingers then pull orange hair when he thrusts three fingers inside of her.

His mouth silences her screams, and then she feasts like a hungry little thing. She bites, she breathes, she moans. His own crooked smile vanishes when he groans, reaching far inside of her as he possibly can, pulling back briefly and then searching again. As liquid heat flows from her, onto his fingers and hand, and down her inner thighs, the look of want and need crosses her face with such ferocious determination that he releases her.

Rukia hisses at him.

There is nothing soft about their kisses or touches. There is nothing soft about them.

"Why…" Her raspy breath makes that crooked smile reappear. She does not bother to finish her sentence – Why did you stop? Not when they played this game – take what you want, don't ask questions.

Rukia's violet eyes are wet and shiny, so alert of him. She does not think of what she is feeling – anger, passion, zeal – all rolled into one messy thing that she really does not want to understand. Sweat drips down her naked back as she takes three slow breaths to calm herself.

But calm does not come. Something tingly, hot and real lights at her core and she wants nothing more to feel that epic rise and glorious explosion. Her smile almost mirrors his when she flies towards him, digging into his arms to steady herself, and her pink mouth meets his with demanding kisses.

His tongue and saliva fills her and then his teeth nips at her lower lip – chewing, sucking, pulling. He shows her his teeth and they shine hotly, brilliantly, promising more bites to come. His tongue moves against hers again, clashing like two bending swords, too greedy and almost too commanding.

Only she could keep up with him. Only she could catch up with his quick movements of his fingers, touches, body, tongue, kisses, mouth… Only her.

Soon, very soon, her heart beat metastasizes up her throat as his mouth comes over her nipple, kissing, licking and sucking. She does not think what is he doing really – she could feel his tongue making circles, and then his teeth in her breasts, and she gasps, she screams. Her nipples are erect now, raw and bruised, and when he is finished, they shrivel. Almost cold.

It's okay. She will punish him anyways.

It commences when her fingers and hand wraps around his stiff sword, as she likes to call it. In response, he sits up straight—really he has no choice. She rubs up and down, occasionally cupping his balls, massaging, petting. She smiles when she knows it's getting harder to breathe.

Damn it.

He will not be so distracted… he will not let her win…

No, he would make her cave, and scream, and moan before him.

The mattress under them is too soft. The chocolate-brown sheets are a nuisance, tangled up and over his leg. He is too preoccupied with her attacks to do anything about it. Especially when she begins to kiss the tip of his penis and then rubs harder and harder till he stops holding her, shutting his eyes. In the moment, the heat and pleasure grows so hot that he wants to erupt and fuck her so bad and so deeply. Hazel eyes snap open and Ichigo finally manages to look at her.

In one brief moment their eyes lock. Knowing this dance too well, her hands plant themselves on his shoulders. His hands grips around her round ass, an area he appreciates very much actually. A sound like a growl and a groan floats in the air when he squeezes tightly, pulling her near him. Now, her weeping, wet core hovers over his burning sword. Their bodies ache with heat, need, and passion.

"Ruki—"

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"Do what?" Her eyes are shut tight until she feels his mouth on her throat again.

"Leave me."

Rukia looks up at him; her eyes are still shiny but the purple is darker with fatigue. "You…don't enjoy this?" Angry, hot, passionate sex she meant.

He had enough energy to play with the tips of her swollen breasts. "I do. But I had to wait days for you to come back."

"Patience is a good virtue to have." She gasps—his fingers are rough on fair sensitive skin and in retaliation she slaps his hands away.

"Che." He considers apologizing to her for his roughness…and for the bites and the pinches, but he knew he might get slapped for that too. Instead, he holds her to him in a peace offering. The human smiles at the sound of her heartbeat under his ear. "Just… don't leave me."

I'm sorry for being a jerk.

The crisp night cools their forms and the crescent moon spills pale light when the clouds float away. Rukia seemed to understand him when she tightens her arm's grip.

…I'm sorry too.

Angry sex is one of the best kinds of sex.

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The following day Orihime notices the purple-red disclolouration on Rukia's arm. She knows that Rukia hardly ever bruises so it piques her curiosity. "Do you want me to heal that Kuchiki-san?"

Rukia's eyes fall to where Orihime is looking. She swallows hard. Damn, she doesn't bruise this easily. Without looking at her partner in sex crimes, she answers sweetly. "No thanks. It'll go away soon."

"Was it a strong hollow?"

Suddenly Ishida coughs. His Quincy senses told him there were no hollows around last night. Orihime does not pay mind to Ishida's sudden disturbance. However, Ichigo does, and he glares at his classmate.

"I was careless. It happens sometimes." Rukia smiles and once Orihime seemed to accept her explanation the human continues working on her project. Rukia took her chance to glower at Ichigo and soon she cannot fight the smile on her face.

His pants are getting tight already.

Oh god, how she loves this fool.

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Author's Note: I don't have a preview for next week, only because I'm debating if I should make an entry to the contest at Bleach Asylum, erm time permitting. So for now, the only thing I can offer is my Avatar since I've been obsessed with that lately. Hm, maybe I should post the before and after…

http://ashalee18. deviantart. com/art/I-m-a-Navi-too-150198382

If you haven't watched Avatar, I recommend it. It is visually orgasmic!

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