Title: Dream of Me

Chapter 10: Kiss of Darkness

SEIREITEI

Seireitei, the mecha of archangels, was normally a place of peace, tranquility, and calmness. However, only distress could be felt in the current room, as head of all the archangels, Yamamoto, bore down on one of his officers.

"You are positive that you felt this particular presence?"

"Yes, I would recognize it anywhere."

"But, you said it disappeared. What you say cannot be possible. Request for investigation has been denied, you are hereby forbidden to go to the living realm. The last debacle you were involved in was never resolved successfully. If you feel that presence once again, then we will send someone not as intimately involved as you."

"Ultimately, it always falls to choice. If that is the path he chose to follow despite our ways, we can only abide by his decision. He will be judged when the time comes. "

Ukitake, slowly nodded in acquiescence, disappointed that if he didn't feel that presence again, he may never know what happened centuries ago. He had withheld mentioning to his superior about the other presence he had felt. It was very faint, but at the same time he had recognized it, a marked one. But like the other, it was impossible, because of its origins.

KARAKURA: Ichigo's Bedroom

Rukia was softly panting for breath. She wasn't sure if it was caused by the erotic intent in Ichigo's luminescent amber eyes, or the fact that most of his weight was supported by her small frame.

When his lips descended on hers; their warmth was intoxicating, and for a moment they made even taking her next breath seem unimportant. With all the power and aggression harnessed in him, she only felt the light butterfly caresses of soft lips across hers. Each kiss contributed to her escalating pulse. Ever so softly and carefully, he ran his tongue across the seam of her lips, once . . . twice . . . thrice . . . . Then he nibbled on her bottom lip and gently tugged insistently. Before she knew it, his tongue demanded entrance into her mouth.

Rukia felt a wave of heat erupting up from deep within the core of her body, the splash of it oozing outward into every single vein and vessel. The feeling was strangely . . . extraordinary. Until she'd felt it for herself, she'd been honestly oblivious to her effect on him. Now, warmth slid like liquid fire along the underside of her skin, and she inherently knew it felt the same for him. Her tongue touched his of its own volition. She grew braver and undeniably curious.

Ichigo's mouth ravaged across hers with a desperation and primal need she had no hope of comprehending in her naïveté. It was if she were the last woman on earth, the only woman worth kissing. This level of frenzy surpassed far beyond all the reactions of her past victims, whom she had observed from a distance over the centuries she had been alive.

She didn't know where Ichigo began or Rukia ended. There was no concept of the individual self. They were melded into one: mind, body, and soul. She didn't know what all these new feelings and sensations were, nor did she care. She was slowly being swept away in a tide of desire that the memory of whom and what she was evaporated into the mist of an all consuming maelstrom of lust.

His skin temperature was increasing exponentially, nothing like the cooler skin of a Demon, and she could feel every degree like a taunting touch. Even her own naturally cool body was flung into extremes of heat not normal in her kind. A cacophony of urges washed through her, so many of them that her thoughts became a haze.

His hard, athletic physique burned its masculine strength into the curves of her softer, more pliant one. He was impossibly fit, every muscle blending perfectly into the next, and she could feel him positively vibrating with life. Ardently male and potent, it was everywhere.

Ichigo's mouth scorched against hers with a cunning sensuality that was pure instinctive need. He kissed her aggressively his hot mouth and the flick of his tongue touching her lips, both coaxing and demanding all at once, as if he knew something about her that she'd never discovered. There was a dizziness and rush of heat running rampant through her body, as the pounding pulses of her blood became the only sound in her ears. She tingled across her breasts and lower until she vibrated with need. Rukia felt an influx of adrenaline, then the wash of sensual desire she'd never conceived existed. She relaxed her lips against his, her heart fluttering like a wild bird caught in an unexpected snare.

Ichigo felt the inherent invitation keenly. He'd been waiting for it. He accepted it with an invading sweep of his tongue, moving deeply beyond her lips and seeking every hidden texture, taste, and crevice. Deliberately, he sucked her tongue into his own mouth, beguiling and tempting it into exploring it. It was the only thought in his head—making this contact, tasting her in a specific way, dragging her flavor into dimensions rich enough to drive a saint insane. All flowing thoughts were focused within the haven of a hot, sweet kiss. There was nothing else.

His hands reached for her own, threading his fingers through hers above her head, imprinting his body more firmly onto Rukia's. Throughout it all, Ichigo's lower body lazily rocked against that oh so tempting slick heat between Rukia's womanhood; his thrusting tongue simulating the motions of his lower body.

She tasted so incredibly sweet, a rich cool combination of fresh snow and the innocence of pure Rukia. Could one orgasm from simply a kiss? He never thought it was possible, but he was so close to it. He was utterly lost in the vortex of a desire, he had never known existed.

He released her mouth suddenly, his breath coming so hard that they breathed in tune to one another as they lay entangled together. His eyes searched her face restlessly, studying her as if she were some sort of complex puzzle, drawn again and again to those vivid violet eyes.

Rukia could do little more than lay passively underneath him, trapped as she was against his demanding, dominant body. She watched his nostrils flare as he took a deep, purposeful breath, as if he was drawing in a fragrance. Then he leaned in and nuzzled her neck, inhaling deeply against her skin. His tongue left a swirling wet path over the skin above her rapidly beating pulse, his teeth scraping raw over the column of her neck. She shivered under the potent combination of his gentle and rough stimulation.

Ichigo felt her body tremble and undulate beneath his. He growled low in his throat as he sought her mouth once more, branding her with his taste, imprinting his own scent onto her supple body. She made a soft sexy little whimper, and it burned over his raw senses.

Rukia felt the thunderous beat of his heart against her breasts, the vibration throbbing right through her entire body.

Ichigo was acting purely on impulse and instinct, every wild twist of his mouth against hers a reflection of that mindless need for gratification. Rukia made an abandoned sound of pleasure, wriggling up toward his aggressive frame instinctively. He groaned with increased need at her eager reciprocating response.

Rukia was drowning in his fierce passion, hypnotized by the motions of his body as he used her mouth with wicked skill and intent. He moved against her in desperate urgency in his need to caress all of her at once.

Their melded bodies jolted as Rukia's body surged abruptly against Ichigo causing the tip of his cock to unintentionally slide into her sheath with the perfect angle. He froze and tore his mouth from hers momentarily to rest his forehead against her own, eyes still closed. After several seconds of heavy breathing passed, he slowly raised his head and eyed her through heavily lidded lust laden eyes. Untangling his fingers from Rukia's, he used one hand to brace himself above Rukia while he scanned her luscious body to the area he was partially lodged within her.

His eyes darkened further, and he leaned back down to cover her mouth once again, unable to resist the separation any longer. He made savage use of her mouth, kissing her until she was bruised, gasping for breath and moaning sounds of encouragement that scraped over his already raw senses. He was bombarded by her natural scent, her aroused sex, and her blood as it pooled and heated in her wet tight sheath. The mixture was heady, and he felt as if he were swimming in it. Below, he continued lightly thrusting against her, not quite withdrawing completely before sliding back into that slick heat partially.

With his free hand, he carefully ran one thumb over one perfectly sculpted cheekbone before running it softly down her neck, shoulders, and finally to her pert breasts that were rubbing those wonderful rigid nipples against his sensitive chest. Impatiently, Ichigo molded one breast as he rubbed his palm against its nipple. Drawing one peaked nipple between thumb and forefinger, he rolled it into a deft pinch.

Rukia arched against him strongly in surprised pleasure, causing Ichigo to finally sink the entire head of his cock pass that tight restrictive opening. Once again, he hesitated and prevented his body from going any further as he tore his mouth away, waiting for her body to adjust to the foreign intrusion in her body. He could feel that it had hurt her slightly, and he felt somewhat guilty by that. But he couldn't ignore that slick wet tight heat that was all Rukia, and how good it felt even with only the head of his cock seated in. It was like a whirlpool, swirling and pulling him into an abyss of a pleasure so profound he could only dream of.

Ichigo's senses roared, every nerve ending in his body broadcasting her heat, her sultry perspiration, and her deliciously lithe pale skin. The animal within was so close to the surface now that he could hear it howling in the recesses of his mind. This woman, this demon—he didn't care what her origins were, with this impossibly tempting body, was his.

"Mine," he growled, low and dangerously, as he lowered his head and lathed one nipple with the wet heat of his tongue before drawing it in completely to suckle rhythmically into the warmth of his mouth. Every once in a while he would roughly nibble on the protruding nub and scrape his teeth across it, only to feel her gasp and quiver in response. The process was repeated to the other neglected breast before he began to once again thrust shallowly against her, not quite reaching that barrier that marked her centuries' long chastity.

Reaching down in between their bodies to that wonderful slick heat in between her legs he toyed with her clit as he ran a rough calloused thumb over the exposed flesh repeatedly. Rukia shivered and clumsily lurched against his hips in response. Just as he was rubbing his thumb against the outside ring of that super tight muscle encircling him to help induce it to relax, a jarring noise catapulted all his pleasant sensations out the window.

Rukia, in turn, winced and drew her hands to her temples in pain, all her previous unpleasant mental pains immediately recalled to the fore.

Ichigo swallowed hard, and withdrew his obviously unfulfilled wet cock back out. His cock was positively weeping in despair at the separation. He slowly stood and picked up his telephone blindly, while continuing to eye Rukia's beautiful exposed body on the floor. His body was literally trembling in need.

He never noticed that the symbols on his forearms were glowing to the tempo of his pulse.

ABADDON

Striding down the halls and in a lackadaisical manner, Ichimaru reached his destination and knocked on the door before entering without waiting for an invitation.

The demon within simply threw him a scathing glare before returning back to the conversation he was conducting.

"Here is a picture of her. I need her alive and untouched."

Lengthy clawed fingers reached for the picture.

"This is her scent, remember it well."

Another clawed finger reached for the lock of raven haired bundled with a simple linen tie.

"I want her found as soon as possible. Or suffer the consequences. What is made can easily be unmade. Understood?"

Ten cloaked figures simply stared sightlessly through the shadows of their cloaked figures and abruptly turned and exited through a hidden door within the chamber.

"So, it's true. I didn't think your little pet would ever cut loose of her nurse strings. " Ichimaru taunted without a care in the world.

"I see you're pulling out the big guns too. Espada . . . ." Ichimaru wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"Why are you here? We agreed that it would be too dangerous for you to be seen with me."

"Well, danger is my middle name, isn't it?" Ichimaru snarled.

"I suppose it is, isn't it? Now spit it out. Why are you here?"

"Well, a little birdie told me that the Lord Enforcer is tracking your little runaway stray." Ichimaru smirked before turning around and exiting the room with those last words.

Alone at last, the demon withdrew the snowflake amulet from his robe out in the open of the candle lit room. His hands trembled briefly before he could still it, glad that no one was around to observe the telltale sign. Raising the amulet higher in the light, his eyes narrowing as he looked closer.

If he wasn't imagining it, that hairline crack had been extended by a millimeter or so.

Outside, Ichimaru smirked as he heard something metal thrown against the wall in a fit of momentary anger; things may be looking up for him. Control was a finite weapon, only as long as you had the power.

HUECO MUNDO

Below in the hidden room, a small pink haired toddler sat on the floor in the middle of an encircled pentagram. She was sucking loudly on a lollipop, observing the cloaked figures surrounding her with wide eyed curiosity.

When the chanting began, she only giggled in response and continued enjoying her lollipop calmly. Unseen from the cloaked figures, she fingered the sparkling trinket she hid in her pocket.

A/N:

Getting clearer yet? I was a little reluctant to release this chapter, because it means I can't quite keep things hidden any longer as I slowly wrap up.

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My hands, wrists, and elbows are aching so this will probably be the only chapter this week as I go back to work. Hope you enjoyed it.

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