The water fell in sheets over his body. Ulquiorra closed his eyes to the steam arising in billowing waves against his face. That woman...

Her body convulsed beneath him, dispassionately he pulled back to observe her face. He expected most certainly detestation or any of the like emotions, but discovered nothing save for a quiet, kind of pity in the set of her small mouth and large eyes.

Ulquiorra almost missed the frightened pain from their first encounter. Was that what it was? He mused to himself, curling his fist around the streams of water flowing from the showerhead. An encounter meant nothing yet even as he tilted his face fully beneath the cascade, he could see every angular line of her face. The slight curves of her breasts, the pink tips of her nipples... Ulquiorra felt heat tense like a spring in his belly. Fascinated at the sensation, he allowed his mind to linger over the way the rigid tips brushed against his chest, her thighs gently rocking with each thrust. Instead of her horror, he saw her gently parted lips, her expression softening in mounting ecstasy.

Her cries of rejection were sweet breathy cries for more.

More of him.

Ulquiorra was almost surprised to come out his vision, with the insistent swell of the male part of him. Regarding its rise pensively, he wondered at his physical reaction to those images. Did he want her? It seemed almost improbable, ridiculous that he should foster such base human desires for a woman-any woman. Running his thumb experimentally over the head of his cock, Ulquiorra attempted another tactic. He thought of the woman, Orihime Inoue, with her large doe-like gray eyes and pink lips. He pictured her white dress falling, her body bared to his inspection.

He saw the full, heavy breasts deviants like the Quinta fantasized about. He felt the heaving passion as he touched her body, slipped into her wetness...

His eyes opened. Why had the Inoue woman's face been replaced by the Shinigami woman's? Why had he lifted his head to encounter her frosted blue eyes and lips pulled back into a smirk? In vain he tried to recall Inoue's long ginger strands flowing through his fingers and instead saw shorter raven black strands, the back of her head cupped in his palm.

He ached.

He longed to soothe the throbbing-aching-burning want...

Inside of Rukia Kuchiki.

His hand rose and turned the handle. The water stopped. Methodically he dried and dressed himself. Taking care to take the long way to her cell. Before the door, he hesitated. Twice. The knowledge made the lust burning in his veins, lessen. Might Aizen-sama not wish for her to be worn out with this action?

He closed his eyes. One look.

That's all. The door opened to his key.

She looked up, she had been resting her elbows on her upraised knees. He saw that she wore clean clothing. Her hair had been brushed to lay with perfection against her shoulders.

He saw the confusion in her eyes.

"Ulquiorra?" she said.

He said nothing.

Approaching her where she sat with her back against the wall.

He dropped to one knee, clasping her cheek in his hand. The fear was gone. He knew it wasn't a fear of him that she'd had in the beginning it was the fear for the weakling Inoue-her precious friend. He felt himself smile slightly remembering the woman's agony and tears.

He knew she saw his smile but wasn't afraid.

" Rukia Kuchiki..." Ulquiorra heard her sharp intake of breath, felt it ghost along his skin as he leaned in, pressing his lips to hers.

After a moment, he let go.

Her face was inexpressive even though he longed to know her mind.

"Orders." she said suddenly. Rhetorically as if the answer was clear.

Ulquiorra lifted his fingertips from her cool skin, a bitterness on his tongue, "yes."

It was easier this way.

~*~Her p.o.v~*~

Why had he come? Wasn't once enough in a day to satiate Aizen's voyeurism?! Rukia kept her face blank and cool regarding his approach with no nervousness or glowering despise. instead she looked and questioned in a completely detached manner, "Ulquiorra?"

He made no reply, but then he never spoke much. So, that didn't bother her.

No, that's not right. It did, in a way his movements, his hand reaching for her.

It disturbed her, the quiver in her belly. Like the stirring of her body, the anticipation of the pain, her flesh parting to accept his organ. Her chest constricted, a crawling, slithering sensation. A knowledge of dirtiness. As if by his mere touch he could contaminate her, make her unclean. Rukia didn't start at his hand on her face. In fact...his fingertips were warm on her cold skin. She felt herself tighten inside, the familiar rush of warm wetness moistening her womanhood. She knew that's what he had come for, to take her for Aizen's pleasure.

She was almost ashamed of it, that her body should physically react in such a way to his closeness. The throb between her thighs, the pulse of her clit as she swelled. Rukia knew it all and more. Watching him take his length in his hands, his expressionless face as he stroked himself. She knew it was wrong, the ache filling her. He had never remarked on her wetness the second time nor did she cease her screams. To give in would be to admit that was lust she felt. That her womanly body had needs.

Needed him.

The thought both horrified and aroused her.

Rukia stared into his poison green orbs.

A slight smile played on his mouth. She wondered how it would feel to take him in her hands, to stroke his penis and watch it harden. She wondered if his expression would change, if he would show any emotion at all.

"Kuchiki Rukia..." his voice was quiet, speaking her name.

Rukia inhaled sharply as he closed the distance between them.

His lips were soft, she found.

It was only for a moment and she was reminded of the first time he had come.

Coldness spilled into her soul, "orders." That's all it was. She had seen the disinterest in his eyes, there was no reason to believe this was anything but that.

"Yes." Ulquiorra agreed, his hand leaving her face.

Rukia would never admit that she missed his touch when he left.

~Living world~

"Are you sure about this...Yoruichi? It'll mean breaking the reconciliation..."

"Kisuke." Her smoky voice held a hint of teasing despite the gravity of the situation, "when have you ever known me to back down? This...won't be the first time. However..." her eyes were yellow cat's eyes glowing in the darkness of the shop, "I'm sure SoiFong won't object to my visiting the boys. Alone. Once we've heard their side, we'll be able to proceed from there..."

~To be continued~

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