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Nova-oh he gets a kick out of it alright. and then some=) i was hesitant to tackle such a pairing for the same reason, those two together are a pain to write. i spent a good deal of time racking my brain about it!

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Ikkaku leaned against the wall and slid down sprawling his legs out and hanging his head. He ran a rough hand over his face and growled in frustration. Both Shuuhei and Gin had forced polite conversation and attempted to mask their distress from him. He could appreciate the sentiment but he knew that Aizen had been sniffing around Gin and that was problematic. Yumichika hadn't even stopped by as he was attending to Luppi again and his visit with his friends did not satisfy or relieve him. The situation kept getting worse, sure, everything seemed to be running smoothly on the surface but he knew that was just a façade. Aizen had them in his grip, not just the shinigami but the arrancar as well. He brought his head up and hit it hard against the wall trying to substitute physical pain for emotional. He understood and revealed in the physical, it was comforting for him and it managed to ebb the turmoil in his heart.

"Ikkaku."

He looked up towards the voice that had spoken his name as he lost himself momentarily in the verdant green eyes gazing upon him. "Hey, Harribel."

"Your visit did not go as you thought?" She asked in her calm quiet tone.

"Yeah, you could say that." He replied as he brought his knees up and rested his arms on them.

She looked at him, taking in the solemn expression on his face and her eyes smiled softly. "Come." She turned and walked towards the back of the home they shared as Ikkaku pushed himself to his feet and followed.

The courtyard in back was impressive, fenced in by trees and lush foliage making it an oasis of privacy and comfort within a world of torment. It was one of his favorite places here in Seireitei next to the abandoned eleventh division headquarters. His bare feet stepped onto the cool grass as he followed his mistress, thankful and knowing what was to come. He was one of the few lucky one's when Aizen had laid claim to the throne, having the Tres Espada take him as her slave. She treated him well if not with indifference at first but over time they had both come to care for the other and he knew just how lucky he was. She stopped and turned to him, standing, waiting, with her infinite patience.

"Do as you will Ikkaku."

He shunpo'd towards her feeling the restriction on his power that the wretched earring limited and brought his fist up to connect with her jaw. She easily moved her head to the side avoiding his blow and countered with a twist of her body, bringing her shoulder against his chest. He slid back a few feet from the contact and smirked wickedly. Rushing in again he dodged the punch she had aimed at his face and swung his foot around heavily to connect with her stomach momentarily stopping her movement. She looked up at him as her brow furrowed and sonido'd beside him hitting him hard on the side of the head with her elbow. He reeled but recovered and crouched down sweeping his leg out to try to knock her off balance.

They continued the brawl, as he released his frustration on the powerful women opposing him. His lip bloody and his body bruised he paused to catch his breath. She was easily far more powerful then him even without the limitations on his reiatsu but the power she possessed was intoxicating. His tongue darted out tasting the coppery tang of blood as he watched the blonde woman trail her eyes over his body. He knew how to win this fight. Moving with preternatural speed, he stopped inches away from her as he took in her scent that was so much like salt water. He brought his hands up and pressed them harshly into her shoulders as he leaned his head against her neck inhaling deeply.

"I win." He whispered against her flesh.

"Hmmm." She hummed as she relinquished herself.

Her small but powerful hands moved up his back and she pressed herself deliciously against him, earning a heartfelt moan of approval from the former third seat. Those hands snaked their way around him, pulled, and tugged in desperation at his clothing. He complied with her wishes and shrugged out of the top portion of his clothing. Her gaze danced across the well-muscled contours of his chest and he basked in her appreciation. Her eyes, heavy lidded and full of desire were a potent aphrodisiac and he pressed his hardening length against her thigh in a desperate need for friction. His domination of the situation came to an abrupt halt as it always did as his mistress forcibly removed the rest of his clothing.

The first time she had taken him, and that is what it had been, she took him, was an interesting experience. He was unsure how to react as his mistress manhandled him, he was most certainly not going to complain but at the time, he was still trying to get used to the idea that he was a slave. He had always been an aggressive man and it was his nature to rebel and fight. He had walked away from that altercation battered and bruised but very satisfied and subsequent experiences had gone much the same way. Whenever he tried to take control, she would push him back with her superior strength but the outcome was always the same, satisfaction. He didn't remember when these altercations started changing, the change in fact was so small that he hadn't even realized it had happened. One day he lay on his back spent, the cold wood of the floor chilling him as she still straddled his hips, both catching their breath. She lay herself atop him and pressed her forehead against his for a moment then left. That is when he realized things were changing. They never kissed, she never removed her upper garments but he had seen her mask and never questioned her choice. Her pressing her forehead against his was extremely intimate and it spurred him to try something different. He came to her the next day and she seemed pleased with his initiative but when he moved to position himself on top, she quickly and forcibly pushed him on his back. Again, he wasn't going to complain, but he did take note.

He stood in the courtyard completely naked as she took his hands and placed them on her round supple hips. He got the hint and began gently stoking them, moving up to her bared waist and back down again to grab handfuls of her luscious backside. He made quick work of her obi and her white hakama fluttered to the ground at their feet. She took several steps back pulling Ikkaku with her so she could lean against a large tree to the side of the yard and gazed lustily into his eyes. A wicked grin spread across his face and he held that eye contact as he slide his large calloused hand down over her taught stomach stopping to tickle her blonde curls. He trailed his fingers lower to her warm, wet heat and expertly stroked her until she gasped quietly, all the while never looking away from her eyes. Her hips began to involuntarily push into his palm as he continued his ministrations and his grin widened when he removed his fingers and licked his lips. He knelt down in front of her running his hands over her thighs, sending shivers up her body. He lifted one of her strong legs and placed it on his shoulder as his mouth moved in to replace his fingers. He lapped and suckled at her folds enjoying her heady scent and the small, sweet moans that escaped her. He tortured her slowly, moving from one sensitive area to another only to return to where he had started all the while avoiding the small bundle of nerves. Her hand found its way to his head and she stroked the smooth skin for a while before she gently pushed, grinding her hips into his mouth. He then relented and flicked his tongue over her clit relishing in the noises he was evoking from her. He would bring her close, feeling her muscles contract then stop smiling at her quiet protests. He was so painfully hard, and he thought he might explode any moment when she shifted away from him and sank to her knees as well. She wrapped her small powerful hand tightly around his cock giving it a few fluid strokes and rubbing his pre cum gently over the tip. He grunted his approval of her actions and nuzzled his nose in her hair.

She pressed her palms on his defined chest and shoved him roughly backwards. He toppled over tangling himself for a moment with his own legs and came to rest on his back looking up at the green-eyed beauty as she slowly crawled up his body to straddle his hips. On her knees, she lifted herself up and reached around to grip his cock tightly in her hand as she positioned him at her opening. She hovered there torturing him sweetly before she sank down impaling herself on his sizable member. Ikkaku's eyes closed and his hands moved to grip her hips as he enjoyed the sensation of being wrapped in her warmth. She began the dance he knew so well and he lay there letting her do as she pleased. Her movements were lighting sparks behind his closed eyelids and his grip on her hips tightened, his hips rising to meet hers but suddenly she stopped. His eyes flew open and were met with her thoughtful gaze, she was looking at him with an expression he did not recognize. She reached for his hands that still clung to her tightly and pulled on them until his body followed and he was sitting, still staring up at her unsure. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and with strength Ikkaku knew well rolled them over harshly. They were still joined as Ikkaku hovered over her now bracing his weight on his hands, which rested to either side of her head. He said nothing and did not move. She raised her hand and gently ran her fingers along his jaw and over the shell of his ear when his breath hitched, you didn't have to tell him twice.

He took this like everything else, as a challenge and began a frantic rhythm. Her legs locked securely around his waist and she thrusted in time to his movements, neither one willing to relinquish their eye contact. It had been so long since Ikkaku had felt any kind of power that he could barely control his need for release. Power, strength he had always craved them and that is what she was giving him now. Her gift was not lost on him even in his insurmountable passion. Her eyes, even though still locked with his had become unfocused and he grinned the grin that defined him as her nails dug deep into the flesh of his back, leaving trails of blood in their wake. Her muscles contracted and pulled him in further as she sang the most beautiful song he had ever heard. The sight and sound of her orgasm pushed him over the cliff he had been precariously hanging off and he let go, filling her as he growled.

He held himself above her as they both attempted to control their breathing. His arms burned from the exertion but he continued to hover over her when she slid a small hand to the back of his neck and brought his body down upon hers. They lay like that, pressed together, foreheads touching in silence for a while until Ikkaku rolled off to lie on his back. Harribel pressed herself tight against his side resting her head on his out stretched arm, which surprised him, but hey, he wasn't going to complain. They lay naked as the warm breeze helped lull them to sleep but just has his eyes were closing he heard her speak in that quiet tone of hers.

"Ikkaku, that was most pleasant."

He smiled a large toothy grin and succumbed to slumber.