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Ichigo buried his face in his hands and took a deep breath. He could not seem to do anything right. Orihime was in pain and so was Rukia. The two women that he cared about more than anything were both hurting, and it was all his fault.
Ichigo was not sure exactly how all of this started, but he could clearly remember the first time that he had been with Rukia.
Ichigo and Rukia had been studying all night. Everyone had come to ichigo's house to cram for a calculus test and it was some time after midnight when Uryuu closed his textbook and left to walk Orihime home. Ichigo smiled at the memory. Everyone knew how much Uryuu liked Orihime. Ichigo had often wondered if Uryuu would have been his friend much sooner if it wasn't for his feelings for the auburn haired healer.
Ichigo heard the front door slam shut and he looked out the window to see Uryuu carrying Orihime's book. It was pitch black outside, but still Ichigo could see Orihime talking excitedly about one thing or another.
"Someone should hook those two up," Rukia had said as she looked up from her notebook.
"What?" Ichigo asked.
"Uryuu and Orihime would make a cute couple. She is the only one that seems to ever get him to smile."
"Oh right. I never thought of that," Ichigo mumbled.
"I'm sure," Rukia said in a teasing tone.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Sometimes I think that you don't notice girls or ever think about relationships."
"I think about relationships." Ichigo looked out the window again. As expected, Orihime was already gone.
"Maybe, but sometimes I think that you can't see what's right in front of your face."
Ichigo looked up and saw Rukia crawling across the floor toward him. She slid between his legs and stared up at him with heavy lidded violet eyes.
"What are you doing?" Ichigo stammered. Rukia smiled and stood slowly.
"I haven't figured that part out yet."
Rukia leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on his lips. Ichigo gasped against her lips as he returned the kiss clumsily. His hands slid up her smooth muscular thighs as she laced her fingers into his orange hair. She teased his lips apart with her tongue and explored every inch of his mouth. Ichigo closed his eyes as she pressed him against his bed and began to unbutton his shirt, laying needy kisses on his chest.
"I've never done this before," Ichigo stammered.
"That's okay," Rukia breathed.
Ichigo closed his eyes and let out a throaty groan as Rukia unbuckled his pants and slid back down between his legs. He lost himself in the feel of her tongue dragging lazily across his erection.
He wanted to tell her to stop. It wasn't right. Ichigo had always thought that sex and love were supposed to go hand and hand, but everything that Rukia was doing to him felt amazing.
Ichigo opened his eyes as Rukia suddenly stopped. She climbed onto the bed and straddled his hips.
"Maybe we should stop," Ichigo said. Rukia smiled as she grinded her hips against his manhood.
"If you really want me to stop, I'll stop," she murmured. Ichigo sat up and grabbed Rukia by the back of her neck. He kissed her hard then flipped her onto her back.
Ichigo's eyes flew open. He never really understood what happened between them that night, but the following day Ichigo woke up and found that he was alone. And when he saw her in school, Rukia was her normal self. Responsible, serious minded Rukia. But at least once a week Rukia was in his bed, doing things that he never thought was possible. Rukia was very creative and quite limber.
Ichigo didn't understand it then, but every time he had slept with Rukia he would find himself thinking about Orihime. He hated that his mind invariably led him back to innocuous thoughts about Orihime, when he was sleeping with Rukia, but he couldn't help it. He always seemed to miss her when she was gone.
Ichigo shook his head as angry tears fell from his eyes. He had never been so confused in his life. He cared so deeply about Rukia and never wanted to hurt her, but he loved Orihime.
"I love Orihime," Ichigo murmured. "I can't believe it took me this long to figure it out. I am such an idiot."
"Yes, you are an idiot."
Ichigo looked up and saw Toshiro and Rangiku standing just a few feet away from him.
"What?" Ichigo asked.
"Rangiku wanted to talk to you, but she is scared to be alone around you so I came along," Toshiro said as he shook his head.
"Ichigo," Rangiku said as she sat beside him.
"Yeah." Ichigo murmured.
"I wanted to apologize for everything that happened between us."
"Don't do that. You didn't do anything wrong. It's not like either one of us had any self control."
"Yeah," Rangiku chuckled. "Sometimes I like losing control, bit I wish that no one had to get hurt. Orihime in particular."
Just the mere mention of his auburn haired beauty made his heart ache.
"I really screwed this up."
"You can't blame yourself. It's not like you had a choice," Rangiku said.
"We all have choices."
"Yeah I guess so." Rangiku stood and smiled at him. "I hope everything can go back to normal for all of us, but no hard feelings right?"
"Right," Ichigo agreed. Rangiku nodded.
"And I was thinking that while we are still all messed up in the head from this whole incubus thing, maybe you and I could go in the storage room for a little quickie." Rangiku said with an expectant smile.
"Matsumoto! I think you're done!" Toshiro shouted.
"Sorry captain. I couldn't help it. He just looks so good." Rangiku moaned.
"It's alright." Ichigo said.
"Well we are going to go back into the room now. Rangiku…" Toshiro called her name, but Rangiku stood frozen on the stairs eyeing Ichigo up as if she were seeing him for the first time.
"Now!" Toshiro grabbed Rangiku and dragged her down the dimly lit hallway.
Ichigo watched them disappear into the room and shook his head.