I'm back again!
Well I have been powering through to get to this part. For me this is the end of Part One of this story. Now I can really play around and hopefully keep y'all guessing as to who this guy really is and what he wants.
Enjoy! and please don't stop reading!
Ichigo sighed heavily in his sleep. He lay on his back with one arm tossed over his eyes and the other clutching one of his pillows. He was locked in a deep sleep dreaming of Orihime, but it was not his memories of Hueco Mundo and the kissed that he shared with the beautiful healer that plagued his thoughts. This was an actual dream and it disturbed him more than he could have imagined.
He saw Orihime being drawn into the waiting arms of another man. She smiled up at him and kissed his lips. Ichigo felt the heat that emanated from their bodies and it made him sick. He despised their passionate glances and warm embrace.
Even in his dream he knew that he was being selfish, but he didn't give a damn. Orihime belonged to him.
Thin pale fingers caressed the side of Orihime's face as the nameless man returned her kiss. She wrapped his arms around his neck and he swept her off her feet and laid her down on top of a bed. Ichigo's bed. The dream took place in his bedroom.
He watched in disgust as his pillows, and sheets were swept off the bed and onto the floor. The dark haired man removed her clothing slowly, trailing kisses across her stomach, licking her inner thigh and caressing her firm breasts.
Orihime reached forward and pulled his shirt over his head. She smiled as she ran her hands across his muscular chest. Ichigo recognized the look in her eyes. It was the same look that Rangiku had given him on countless occasions. Orihime wanted this man to touch her, she wanted him inside her.
His hands continues to explore her body, her fingers were laced into his dark hair, her lips on his. His blue eyes burned into hers and she desired him, needed him.
They made love, his strong muscular frame moving slowly up and down the length of her beautiful body. She tossed her head back and moaned, her eyes closed, lips parted.
Orihime climaxed quietly, her legs trembled, her lips devouring the man that still stroked in and out of her gently.
Ichigo tried to look away. In his dream, he closed his eyes, but then he opened them again the strange man stood before him, completely clothed and Orihime was gone. Ichigo looked around and realized that they were no longer in his bedroom. The two men were surrounded by darkness on all sides, as if they had fallen into a black hole.
Ichigo looked back at the dark haired man and saw that his blue eyes burned an intense unnatural shade of blue. Ichigo felt the hatred and disdain that this man felt for him.
"look what you've done," the man growled.
"Who the hell are you?" Ichigo asked.
"She could have been yours. Orihime should have been mine, but you destroyed her." With that, the man flicked his wrist and sent Ichigo reeling backwards to the floor. Ichigo wheezed and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"So you came looking for a fight?" Ichigo coughed. The blue eyed man looked over him, his face contorted into a mask of rage.
"If you died, my precious Orihime would be free. Free of you and your indifference. Then she could be mine." He grabbed Ichigo by the scruff of his collar and brought his face close to Ichigo's.
"The only reason that I allow you to live is because I know she will never recover from your death. But know this: you don't deserve her." He dropped Ichigo to the ground then kicked him hard in the chest. He spun on his heels and walked away, his long black coat trailing behind him.
Ichigo jumped out of sleep and reached for the lamp on his dresser. He flipped the light on and felt a sudden surge of pain. He clutched his chest, closed his eyes and coughed. When he opened his eyes, he was surprised to find blood leaking from his mouth onto his blanket.
"What the hell is going on?" Ichigo murmured.
Orihime slept restlessly in her bed that same night. She too, tossed and turned as small low moans escaped her lips. She unlike Ichigo did not dream, but her limbs felt heavy and her thin body trembled. She needed to be touched, she wanted to feel someone inside of her.
He knew that, but there was nothing that he could do about it. Orihime's blue-eyed companion stood in the doorway to her bedroom, watching her sleep. He stared at her for a long while before walking towards her bed. She gasped and arched her back as he drew nearer. Yes, her body still responded to him, even when she did not know that he was there. That brought a heartrending smile to his handsome face.
He kneeled down beside her bed and touched his lips to her ear. She began to stir.
"Don't wake up just yet," he whispered. He pulled himself up to his full height and stared down at her. She lay before him in a tight cotton t-shirt and a pair of tiny boy shorts. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch her, but then she would wake up and he would be forced to stare deep into her beautiful gray eyes. Then he would never be able to leave.
"My precious Orihime," he murmured. She smiled at the sound of her name on his lips. Even in her sleep, she still desired him. He exhaled sharply. He knew that what he was doing was wrong, but still he couldn't stop himself.
He climbed into her bed and wrapped his arms around her waist. They lay facing each other, Orihime's breath warm on his lips. He inhaled, drinking in the sweetness of her breath. He brushed and errant strand of hair out of her face and leaned forward touching his lips, ever so delicately to hers. A thin tear slid down his cheek as he withdrew. It stopped at his chin and he wiped it away with the back of his hand before snaking his arm around her waist again.
He squeezed her tighter and this time her eyes opened slightly.
"Sleep my love," he whispered.
Orihime nodded her head and fell into an even deeper sleep. This time, he was sure that she would not wake up. He held her even tighter as he laid his head on her chest and listened to her slow heartbeat. It calmed his own racing heart, but somehow reminded him of the rules that he was breaking.
He only had the one opportunity to be with her, anything else was completely out of the question. He could never have her. He ran his fingers up and down her thigh then caressed her back slowly.
"I love you," he whispered as he picked up his head and kissed her lips one more time. He slid off her bed and walked out of her bedroom. He walked out onto her balcony and stared down at the dark, empty street below.
If he were a smarter man, he would have realized that he had to stay away from her. He licked his lips and smiled. He wasn't going to let her go. There was no way that he would let Ichigo have her. He jumped off the balcony and landed on the ground. He looked over his shoulder, smirked and walked away.