A/N: This is a Rukia x Ichigo fic, mostly but other couples will be in here. Also, OOC and A/U warning, first time writing Nel x NNoi so...yea.

A/N: As always please read and review, flames are welcome, critiques greatly appreciated!

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, or the series Bleach it belongs to Kubo Tite.

~Neliel awoke to the bustle of maids in her room. One opened the curtains, as the bright morning light filtered through, she groaned, turning away. Her body ached each movement felt lethargic, she couldn't pull herself up enough to leave her bed. "Get out!" she finally yelled, halting all movement. The maids bowed and closed the door behind them.

she struggled to get out of the bed, her body fighting each step. The dull continual ache between her legs making crossing from her bed to the bathroom a chore. She ran herself a bath and slowly sank in, the hot water soothing her tender muscles.

She glanced down at her traitorous body. The hint of pink tinged skin surfacing between the soft bubbles. He said he would devour her and that he had. She hadn't fought back or pulled away as he tasted her, as he took her. She wanted to scream; she had so easily let him pluck her innocence. Let him take what he wanted. Nel stood, frustrated with herself, she had been weak. What kind of princess was she?

She grabbed a towel wrapping it haphazardly over her body, the rough fabric was almost painful against her sensitive breasts. She stared at the mirror, she looked different.

She wanted to cry to moan about her lost virtue, but this was not the time. She would report this to her father and have him killed for sullying her so. She gently toweled off each touch awakening her senses.

Neliel stared almost entranced in the mirror. Her body flushed; her nipples ached, her nether regions the same. A dull pain throbbed in her neck, a slight pink bruise forming there as she looked closer, they were everywhere. Small ruddy patches where he had been too rough.

She threw the towel down waltzing out of the bathroom and hastily dressing. She would make him pay for this.

She sat fury slowly burning inside her. Her mother and father had yet to make an appearance. She stared at the table set before her, not the least bit hungry. What were they doing, taking so long to come to breakfast? She sat slowly stewing as the time dragged by before finally, they entered the quiet chamber.~

"Good morning Neliel." Her mother greeted her; her smile not as cheerful as usual.

She stood, bowing before both, "Good morning Father, Mother." They took their seats at the head of the table but said nothing else.

"Father I wanted to talk to you about something…" she paused glancing down at the plate set in front of her.

"It will have to wait; we have another joining us for breakfast today."

Another? She glimpsed now the place setting next to her. One of her 'suitors' no doubt. How would they feel knowing she was no longer pure? She had been sullied by a dark-haired brute. "It is important father."

"We will talk afterwards dear." He glanced at his wife then her.

"Behave yourself dear." Her mother said crossly. Which was quite out of character.

She surveyed them, their eyes not quite meeting hers. They seemed pensive, as they spoke between themselves.

She sighed, what happened? Her usually loving parents were being so standoffish; she did not appreciate it now when she needed them the most.

"I'm not late, am I?" he drawled, pulling out the seat next to her and taking a seat.

Her skin prickled unable to look up, it couldn't be. She stole a glance at him sure enough he sat too tall next to her, his thin frame almost blocking her view. All her bravado suddenly leaving her. He was entirely to close, she could smell him, almost feel the heat he emanated. She squirmed slightly in her chair the new yet familiar feeling curling in the pit of her stomach.

"Are you ok dear?" her mother's voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

"Yea." She said feebly. She picked at her food, wondering what he was doing there. Was it not enough to steal her chastity but encroach on her feeding time too? Did her parents not know what kind of man they were eating with?

"Are you sure Princess, you've yet to eat anything."

The chill yet again scaled her back. She loathed the way he said it, as if he was openly mocking her position. "I'm quite sure thank you." Her tongue was sharp hoping to wipe that all too slick grin from his face.

She paid him no more attention as she drowned out their chatter. Refusing to be a part of their discussion. She did not like this one bit. Her parents so freely conversing with the enemy. "May I be excused Father? I am suddenly not feeling so well." She stood unsteady on her feet, his presence wreaking havoc on her already unstable senses.

"What is the matter? I'll send for the doctor right away."

She shook her head; he would evaluate her and find those appalling 'love-bites' "I just need some rest, I wasn't able to sleep last night."

She felt nauseous at the sudden smirk that graced his face, if only she could smack it off him.

"I'll escort you." He stood abruptly picking her up as effortlessly as a child.

She gasped in shock not just by his act but the way her parents hadn't even batted an eyelash at his move. Had it been true? Had her father already given her to this man?

"I can walk." She ground out struggling in his arms.

"Stop struggling,"

"No, I will certainly not. Just because you…you..." her voice died; she couldn't bear to say it. "You have no right to invade my personal space whenever you please."

"Right?" he snickered, the sound not to pleasant to her ears, "I have every right to touch my queen in any way I desire."

Queen? No this was not true, he opened the door and set her down, her legs feeling like jelly.

"Go lay down, you'll need your rest for tonight."

"Tonight?" she turned to the empty room. He was going to ravage her again. She most certainly didn't want that, but even as the thought crossed her mind, she knew it was not true. His touch had ignited something she had only read about in her books. A feeling she had wished to experience as each of her heroines had. But this was not right. He was supposed to be a handsome prince that loved her.

Neliel threw herself onto her bed, covering herself in the warmth and comfort of the blanket. ~~

It was dark when she had awoken, how late she was not sure of, she stared around her somber room. Almost happy that 'tonight' had surely come and gone. She stood slowly stretching, wincing slightly the pain not as bad as before. She went to the bathroom and splashed her face, then went back to her bed. Stopping suddenly as the other occupant shifted in their sleep.

He was there…she stood there staring down at him mesmerized. His hair splayed around his pale face, his eyepatch still firmly in place. In the quiet of the night she could admit that he was handsome, not despite his deformity. His chest was broad and tapered off to slender hips. His body bore scars from past battles, new red scratches shown in the moonlight. Had she done that? It served him right. She had not been the only one to be marked.

What was she to do? She could not risk waking anyone. She glanced around her room no place suitable for a princess to lay her head. She sighed sitting at the edge of her bed she had gotten enough sleep she would read to past the time until he woke and exited her room.

Dawn came and with it the joyous chirps of birds outside her window. She had been so engrossed in her reading she hadn't noticed the time. Her companion shifted and she froze dropping her book.

"Couldn't sleep?" he inquired his voice thick.

"I woke right before you," she pursed her lips "I have things to do today."

She let out a gasp as she was pulled on top of him. His hard body pressed against her own, "let me go!"

He smirked switching positions easily, he pinned her underneath him his body towering over her own.

She now noticed he wore not a stitch of clothing. She flushed as her eyes traveled between them, his cock angry and swollen at least that was the way it seemed. Nel scrambled underneath him. How… how could that have… "No please." her pitiful pleading landed on deaf ears. He was already fondling her his hands roaming her body, his lips did the same kissing her in places she wish he did not. Her mind swam her voice gone as once again he took his fill from her body.~~

She awoke to an empty bed. A silver tray next to her with a cup of water and some biscuits. Not what she wanted now, she wanted to get to the bottom of this.

She bathed quickly then made her way downstairs to the throne room. Her father's chair stood empty, but her mother sat silently atop hers.

"Are you feeling better my dear?"

She frowned in answer, "where is father? I desperately would like to speak to him."

She glanced down at her daughter leaving her seat to stand next to her, "what is it that has been troubling you so? Is it your husband? Is it King Gilga?"

"Husband? So, it is true…why didn't father tell me?"

Her mother gave a her a half-smile as she took her daughters hand in hers, "You must forgive him my dear, he wasn't sure how to."

"But why, why that monster of a man? He…he..."

Her mother nodded knowingly, "it's part of being married dear, you must perform your wifely duties." She hesitated a sadness filling her gaze, "but don't worry it will get better. Your bodies will soon fit comfortably together."

Nel stared at her mother was she speaking from experience? It's true it had been painful but not for all of it. There had been pleasure too, plenty of it. "but why him Mother? Were there no gentler or conventional princes to wed me to?"

Her mother sighed, "Darling do you know I had only met your father the day of our wedding? My father had married me off the day I turned 16. I too thought your father a monster, I was a naive young princess. Spoiled since birth but that night your father did things to me that I had never dreamed of. I cried and lamented for days at the thought of having to do it again." She brushed a strand from her daughter's face, staring into her eyes.

"Now my dear I would lay my life down for your father. I grew to love him, to treasure him as no other in the world," a warm smiled tugged at her lips, "except for you of course. Just give him a chance my dear. It might take you a little longer, but you might find that being with him is not as bad as it seems."

Neliel frowned at her, her father was kind and good-humored in no way was he like Nnoitra. Her mother wasn't right. She felt defeated she was his. She couldn't run away from this; it would bring shame to her and her family. "Why him though mother, you refuse to answer my questions, we are not the same, your experience will not be mine. I could never…"

"Hush!" her mother shushed her, she in part blamed herself, she hadn't been able to prepare her for it as her mother had. "If he was not worthy of you, your father would not have chosen him. He completed each trial that was placed in front of him. Your father had thrown almost impossible hurdles to each of the suiters that had asked for your hand and he had overcome them all." She sighed this conversation draining her, her daughter as smart and beautiful as she was sometimes daft. "Believe me, he was not chosen without consideration. It would do you well to remember that."

Nel nodded, turning away from her mother her complaints dying in her throat. She sunk into her seat, "Yes mother."~~

She stared at the door impatiently. Night had fallen and she could not sleep. Her body would not let her rest. She was craving his touch, his fingers, his lips. Craving the way, he looked at her as if he really would eat her up.

Neliel frowned pulling the sheet over her head, cursing her stupid body. Why did it want him so? His calloused rough touched that brought her to heights unknown, that made her tremble and quiver with bliss. Was this what her mother meant when she said their bodies would be comfortable together? It's true he, despite the size, fit her perfectly, filling her oh so completely.

"Waiting up for me Princess?" his silky-smooth voice froze her place.

She wouldn't answer him, hopefully he would leave and let her 'sleep'. But that's not what you want. You want him.

No such luck as the bed depressed under his weight, he was quiet for a while and she thought he had fallen asleep. She pulled the blanket down slowly to peek at him, only to stare into his eye. "You're awake..." she stated dumbly.

He chuckled, "so I am."

She tried to scramble away from him a little too late. He pulled her close to him, sitting her in his lap. He inhaled the fragrant scent of her hair, his fingers gingerly twirling the silky strands. He savored the feel of her weight on him, "What would you like to do princess? "

The question hung in the air, Nel didn't dare look up at him, she knew the glint that would be in his eye. * you must perform your wifely duties* her mother's words echoed in her head. Was it improper that despite how rough he was with her she yearned for it?

"Nnoitra."

"My king or Your Majesty if you please."

She frowned pulling away from, "So you may use my body as you please, but I still cannot call you by your given name?"

"Do not forget I am your king you will address me as so. Just because I am showing you kindness do not forget who I am."

"Kindness?" she wanted to yell but she didn't. "Kindness? You are in no way kind, Your Majesty" she emphasized those words with disdain. "I could think of a multitude of other words that describe you better." She squirmed trying to get out of his grasp.

He chuckled, easily stopping her struggles, "Would you like me to be unkind to you then Princess? I assure you, you will not like my nastier side."

His words intimidated and hushed her. "No… my…My King…"

He didn't bother with a response as he pulled her down with him. His lips capturing hers. Stifling any words of protest. He took her to that familiar peak, then held her possessively as they fell asleep. ~~

Rukia yawned, he had finally fallen asleep. She stretched out her legs and made her way to the door. The same bodyguard glanced into the room then handed her a familiar white envelope.

She made her way home, it was close to 12, she decided on not calling Rangiku till morning. She shucked off her bag and took a quick shower then went to bed.

Saturday had never been her day. She never had anything to do. Her friends usually spent the day with their boyfriends leaving her alone. She dialed Ran.

"So how did it go this time?"

"Same, came home another grand richer." She smiled to herself, even though she had the money it still seemed like it was too good to be true.

"Well as long as you're still alive, I guess its fine. Anyways wanna come hang with me and Gin today? We're going to the beach."

"No, I have some homework to catch up on, see you later."

"Well let me know if you change your mind."

"Ok." That was how it always went. They invited her out, but she was always a third wheel. She sighed, why couldn't she find a boyfriend? Over the past two years her friends had paired up slowly but surely, leaving her in the dust.

Her cell rang and she glanced at the unknown number. "Hello?"

"Rukia"

"Um yea who is this?"

"Ichigo." He stated matter-of-factly.

Who the hell was that? She rolled the name around in her head, but she was at a lost, "I'm sorry, who?"

"Fucking seriously?"

"Sorry the names just not familiar." she shrugged not caring that he was angry. If he expected her to know him but hadn't made a big enough impression, he shouldn't be mad.

"You've been to my house twice already and you don't know my name?"

It finally hit her, "OOOOh" she giggled, she hadn't even learned his name. "Sorry what's up?"

"Come over."

"That eager for me to finish the story?" she chuckled.

"Sure, "he said with not one ounce of merriment.

"Ok then I'll…." The dial tone rung in her ear, "That was rude." she donned a jacket and headed to his house.

She made her way back to his room, almost surprised he wasn't sprawled out in bed. He was in the corner at a laptop typing away. "Ichigo?"

He glanced up at her, then closed his laptop. "Took you long enough." He stood stretching to his full height.

He looked a lot different in the light of day. He didn't look as ragged, yet he was still scraggily in jeans and a tee, "I thought it would be too early to come over."

"Nah, you're welcome here anytime."

"Um thanks…so do you want to get in bed, and I continue?"

"Not just yet, thought we could chill for a bit."

She side-glanced at the door. He was a lot more alarming out of bed. He had seemed like a child tucked beneath the blanket, but now she could see he was anything but. His usual bodyguards weren't around. Was he going to do something to her?

"Don't worry I aint gonna hurt ya." He chuckled.

"So then…" she stood there feeling weird, "What did you want to do? Watch some tv or something?"

"No, just thought we could have a little lunch before we got started, unless you've already eaten."

"Sure, I could go for a snack."

Rukia followed behind him to the backyard, where there was a table set up with an array of snacks. While she ate, she watched him silently, eating one of the sandwiches.

In the light of day, she could really study him. Without all the baggage under his eyes he looked a lot younger. He was tall with long arms and broad shoulders. She would bet anything that his chest was chiseled, a little giggle escaped her, and he glanced down at her, "What's so funny?"

She blushed, "was just thinking that you haven't complained that my story is about a princess finding love." Like she was going to tell him she had been imagining him without a shirt. "Usually guys aren't into that kind of stuff. They want action and blood and guts."

He laughed, "it's not bad. It's not like fairytales my mom used to tell me, where the prince would rescue the princess. This princess doesn't want to be rescued by him. it's actually pretty exciting. Besides I could listen to you talk about anything." he laughed again taking a sip of his drink.

Rukia stared down at her sandwich. What was that supposed to mean? Maybe he just meant her voice was calming enough to put him to sleep, "If you like my stories you should see my drawings. You'd love those."

He laughed "I'm sure I would, you should bring some next time."

"Maybe next Saturday we can do some together …" she paused glancing at him, "I mean if your free. Do you usually spend your Saturdays alone? Even your two buddies aren't here today." She laughed but stopped as she noticed the abrupt change in his disposition .

He sighed getting up. "Ok story time."

Rukia nodded, following behind him. Had she said something wrong? They made it to his room, and she took her usual spot at the end of the bed. He got in making a big show of getting comfortable, then stared intently at her. "Do you mind if sit a little closer? My knees always get cramped from sitting there too long." She said, the few extra hours in that position would be unbearable.

"You can join me under the blankets if that would make you more comfortable." He snickered.

She frowned at him, back to his childish ways. "No thanks I'll just stay here."

"Good, start the story Rukia."

She nodded hoping he couldn't see how much she was blushing.

A/N: OK so that's the second chapter. Hopefully you guys enjoy it.