Disclaimer: I'm back! And once more I don't own Bleach. If I did, then the show would be full of hot male-on-male action! Woo hoo! Bet you'd really love me then, huh? Hehe. Ah, Jashin. Fuck. Blood! Blood! Bloo~ood! Grab a glass because there's going to be a flood. Ah, excuse me; I think my fever from Sunday is coming back at odd intervals.

Summary: This chapter is the wonderful Ulquiorra getting to have heavy sex with the lovely Ichigo! And I do mean heavy. Woo hoo! And this is, of course, for Catastrophic Monsoon. Aren't you just lucky? I know; you love me. Everybody does. Yay! Well, let's just get right down to business then, shall we?

Warnings: Yaoi, almost close enough to be but not slight slight slight non-con, heavy sex as mentioned above. And come on guys, if you don't realize it's yaoi by now then please, go see a doctor why don't you? What were the other...five chapters?! Jashin.

The Effects of Jealousy

Thump. *Gasp* Thump. *Pant* Thump. "Ah! God!" Thump.

The sounds have all blended together, and he no longer knew which was which. Was there pain? Had there ever been pain? He only knew the pleasure now. "Ah! Uli! Faster!" The figure above him oblidgingly began pounding his hips faster, and Kurosaki Ichigo felt his back bow under the pressure. It seemed too much, way too much for his poor body to handle. How much of this pleasure could his body take before it crumbled? When would it become too much?

Three days. It had been three days since this started. There was white appearing behind his closed eyelids-when had he closed them?-and Ichigo knew his end was approaching. He stopped trying to think and just let himself feel. That long, thick cock gliding smoothly in and out of his perfectly prepared hole, the clasp of Hollow nails on his hips, the hot breath ghosting over his ear as his bed partner leaned closer to go even deeper and hit that perfect spot inside him! Ichigo felt like crying as lightening bolts shot through his lithe frame, biting his index finger in an effort to stifle any sounds that tried to emerge from pleasure overload. He was still suffering from embarrassment from the other Arrancar for being too loud after their last session.

A smooth hand grabbed his finger and fairly ripped it out of his mouth, and an emotionless voice broke the monotonous sound of the bedframe hitting the wall. "Don't try to quiet yourself. Remember what I told you that first time? I want to hear every single sound you make." Dark green eyes stared down at him and Ichigo found himself transfixed by them, tracing the green lines spreading down his tearducts.

There was something so sexy about the sweat-less face above him, those bloodless lips parting to emit tiny gasps that had the coil of pleasure tightening faster than anything abusing his insides was able to do. Ichigo grunted, closing his eyes, but opened them a second later so he could watch the face above him at the height of the moment. God, there was nothing better than sex with Ulquoirra he'd learned days ago. Nothing beat the pleasure of having the usually stoic Arrancar go crazy and just pummel him away, whether it was against a wall, a counter, or even on the floor. Ichigo went to stifle another sound working its way up but, remembering the other's words just moments before, let loose a loud moan and raked his nails down that pale back. For some reason, Ulquoirra seemed like quite the masochist and enjoyed little bits of pain when taking his pleasure rather forcefully from Ichigo's all-too-willing body.(1)

"Mmg! Kurosaki-san...." Ulquiorra stilled his movements for all of four seconds, his hands on Ichigo's hips preventing any movement so he could look down at the teenager. He could feel the blood bead up in spots on his back and his cock only throbbed in answer, demanding release. But Ulquoirra was a master at restraining himself.

"Ugh. What is it?" Ichigo tried to keep the whine out of his voice he really did, but damn it he needed release!

"Answer me truthfully or I will be forced to punish you. Did you kiss Ichimaru Gin this morning?" Ulquoirra demanded, his nails digging painfully into Ichigo's hips now, a hint of anger entering his eyes.

"W-wha? What? No!" Ichigo shouted, stung by the accusation. He wasn't a whore! Sure, he'd spread his legs any day now for Ulquiorra but for his sex partner to even think that was stupid! Then his mind conjured up a memory and he froze.

Flashback:

"Well, Ichigo, you're looking mighty fine this morning. Did your night with Ulquoirra really end that well?" The fox-like ex-captain blocked Ichigo's way to the kitchen, his customary grin seeming to take up his entire face.

"What?! You were listening?! You sick fuck!" Ichigo shouted, uncaring who heard him. Since he'd basically become Ulquoirra's sex slave he found he had a lot of freedom around Hueco Mundo.

"Why, Ichigo, I'm shocked at such vulgar language. I was merely saying that I saw you two leaving together last night and thought that you might have patched things up after your little spat. Are you saying that you think I was spying?" Gin's eyes opened to slits, sending a shiver of fear down Ichigo's spine.

"Wha-no! Of course not! I just want some breakfast. See you later!" He went to walk off but Gin stopped him with a touch on his arm, the hand stronger than it should be. Ichigo tried to shake him off but it was futile and he stopped, sighing. "What do you wa-mmgh!" He struggled wildly as Gin suddenly forced his lips on Ichigo's, his long tongue snaking its way through his firm lips and into his hidden cavern. The orange-haired teen tried to fight him off but his one hand was trapped by Gin and the other by the wall so he knew it was useless. Instead he just stood there, frozen in place as a foreign object raped his mouth. He could wait this out, and then he'd go sterilize his mouth as best he could.

Gin pulled back after a minute with a smirk on his face. "Hm, you don't taste too bad. I can see now why Ulquoirra keeps you around. Perhaps when he's finished with you he'll let me have a go?" He cackled as he released Ichigo, sedately walking back to his living quarters. He figured he'd traumatized the teen enough for one morning.

Ichigo slumped down the wall, furiously rubbing at his lips and tongue but he knew it would do no good. That...was just plain disgusting. What the fuck was wrong with that fox anyway?! He blinked furiously; those weren't tears clouding his eyes; of course not. That was just sweat! He didn't want Ulquiorra to come and wash his mouth with his tongue...or his cock. Did he?

End Flashback:

Ichigo's eyes widened as he remembered what Gin had done that morning. He'd been fucking mouth-raped by that fox and his Ulquiorra had the nerve to blame him?! What was up with that?!

Ulquoirra nodded as he read the shock and despair in Ichigo's eyes, misinterpreting the messages. "That's right; I saw you, Kurosaki-san. You dared to let another man touch you when you're obviously mine. It appears I'll have to punish you anyway." He moved his hips back only to forcefully barrel his way back in, purposefully missing the other's prostate so that he could learn the true meaning of ownership.

"Ggh! Ah! Uli I-I'm sorry! It wasn't-ugh!" Ichigo grunted, the force of the thrusts bruising his insides and sending his hips and back crashing against the bed. Ulquiorra wasn't kidding when he said he'd punish him. He'd thought the sex was rough the first time they'd ever done it but now it was unbearable. He felt his eyes burning from tears he refused to cry and clenched his teeth, thighs clenching unwittingly around Ulquoirra's hips.

Ulquoirra stared down at the mate his complete Hollow side had chosen, an unreadable expression in his gaze.(2) He didn't relish doing this to his partner, not at all, but he needed to be punished. No mate of Ulquiorra would allow another man to pleasure their bed. That was against the rules, rules he himself had thought up and, hopefully, explained to Ichigo. His expression didn't change as he continued to shove his way into Ichigo, getting slightly excited by the half-protesting, half-pleading sounds coming from Ichigo. There was nothing better than fucking your mate in the middle of the afternoon....

Ichigo couldn't decide if he was in pain or dying from pleasure. God, the pleasure. Even without the stimulation to his prostate he was shivering with barely surpressed desire, his eyes clouding with lust as his heels beat against Ulquiorra's back, seeking to drive the slimmer man closer. Harder. Faster. Fuck! Anything to bring him to that elusive peak! "Ulquiorra! Please! Please! I need you, I need this!" Ichigo could feel his face flush at the humiliation of begging but he was past the point of caring. He'd grown used to begging over the last few days so it wasn't anything new to him.

Ulquiorra let a quick flash of something-lustpassionheatscorchingfuckelectricity-flash through his eyes before complying. After a moment's thought. He was close too. All he needed was for that tightness only Ichigo's almost virgin-like body could provide and he'd reach that Nirvana he longed for. Leaning over Ichigo's bowed back, gribbed the sheets with one bloodied hand and restraining Ichigo's shoulder with the other, Ulquiorra reared back only to plow back inside with all his strength, unerringly refinding Ichigo's prostate and banging it with all his might..

And Ichigo let loose an unholy scream, his vocal chords straining from their prolonged use. Ohgodohgodohgodyesyesyesyes! He bucked up and down, riding out his orgasm as his pearly white seed shot up, some even managing to land on his and Ulquiorra's chins. He heard Ulquiorra grunt before he felt the other's burning seed shoot high into his ass, jerking at first before moaning loudly at the sensation. It was like the highest mark of ownership to him, the feel of his mate's seed coating his insides like frosting coated a cake. God...

Ulquoirra pulled out with a slight grimace, Ichigo's too-tight channel still clenching around his sensitive cock. He couldn't help the slight twisting of his lips before firmly forcing them flat again and standing. Even an extra-long session in bed wasn't something to deter him. "Sleep, Kurosaki-san. We'll talk more on your punishment later; this isn't over. I have business with Aizen-sama." I know you're just begging for more you slut but you'll have to wait.(3) He made his way to the door, closing it quietly behind him.

Ichigo sniffled and turned on his side, curling into himself and hugging the covers closer to his chest. They smelled like sex and Ulquiorra. Ichigo breathed in the scent heavily, his eyes already closing in sleep. Another memory clouded close; it was the memory of how this all began. He shuddered as he rememberd, but it wasn't in fear.

Another Freaking Long Flashback; yay:

Pain shot through Ichigo's head when he opened his eyes after having the weirdest dream. He'd been talking with Zangetsu, and it had something important to do with Hollows. But now that he was awake he couldn't remember a thing from the dream, something that really pissed him off. On a sigh he shifted, and realized he couldn't move his arms; they were held together with some sort of rope. "W-what? What's going on?!" Ichigo struggled and groaned, trying to work his way out of the ropes. Unfortunately it was to no avail.

Where the hell was he?

"Ah, I see you are finally awake, Kurosaki-san."

The monotonous voice, often mistaken for coldness, came from his right and Ichigo jerked his head that way. Standing near the door was a Hollow of average height and clothes with anything but average looks. Luscious black locks that fell beneath half of a horned mask. Beautiful green eyes with lines of the same color spreading down the tearducts to his chin. He was ghostly pale, and his nails seemed to be black in color. There was a plain sword hanging at his waist.

"U-Ulquiorra...." Ichigo breathed, unable to believe his eyes. Was the strong Espada really standing in front of him, staring at he who was roped to the bed?

"Good evening, Kurosaki-san. Are you hungry? You have been asleep for two days."

Ichigo shifted again, unsure of the leer that underlined Ulquiorra's gaze. "A little." He allowed, for some reason feeling the need to lower his eyes and act submissive. Which was, of course, ridiculous. Ichigo was anything but submissive.

"I have prepared a lunch for you. Szayel-san informed me that humans require sustenance. Do you require liquid as well?" Ulquiorra pointed to a tall glass of what looked like milk. "I will untie you now. Please do not think to attack me or I will be forced to subdue you and take away the food. Do you understand?"

Ichigo nodded; he hadn't thought about attacking the Arrancar. Even he knew not to push his luck. Ulquiorra's face didn't show the smirk he had on the inside as he removed the bindings from Ichigo's wrists and ankles, freeing him before setting a tray on his left side.

"Eat. Regain your strength. You will need it for the trial you have facing you."

Ichigo nodded and glanced at the toast so burnt it was black. Next to it was lumpy oatmeal and bruised apple slices. This was his breakfast/lunch? What were they using to cook it? He saw Ulquiorra staring at him with what looked like curiosity and earnestness in his expression. Ichigo felt a flash of heat slide through him and swallowed thickly.

"Eat, Ichigo." Ulquiorra's voice turned low, full of danger, and Ichigo flinched.

Had he made him angry now? Shrugging it off Ichigo picked up the burnt toast and gingerly took a bite. It scratched his throat when he swallowed. By the fourth or fifth bite he wasn't taking hesitant bites for the taste seemed to slowly get better. The oatmeal took longer to get used to but he did.

"Was it satisfactory?" Ulquoirra asked, taking the tray and moving it to the side.

"Uh, sure. Hey, you never told me why you brought me here. Or why you're feeding me." Ichigo said a little unsurely; he didn't like the leer he caught in Ulquiorra's eyes.

Ulquiorra smirked, having successfully removed the offending tray from his prey. "It is quite simple, Kurosaki-san. You see, my Hollow has decided that since it is Mating Season that it wants a mate, and it has decided that it wants a certain male with orange hair..." A pale hand reached out to brush those vibrant locks. "soft skin..." This time it grazed Ichigo's cheek. "and a slim body just perfect for fucking."

Ichigo shivered involuntarily. Hearing a swear word from the Hollow was like hearing his sister Yuzu swear; so foreign and yet, so exciting at the same time. Oh god, he was practically panting in lust now. Wait, mating season?! Was this what Zangetsu had tried to warn him about in his dream?! Ichigo didn't have time to ponder this as Ulquiorra leaned foreword and gently placed his lips on Ichigo's; they were cool, unlike Ichigo's chapped lips. Ichigo gasped, unwittingly opening his mouth and Ulquoirra's tongue plunged in, snaking past teeth to worm its way into a fast game of dominance with Ichigo's own muscle.

The teen moaned in pleasure, his hands snaking up and entertwining in Ulquoirra's hair, kneading with every push of the tongue in his mouth as pleasure tore in bursts through his body. His body was coming alive with sensations it had never felt before; his nipples felt tight with the pleasure he began to feel. Were his pants getting tight too? He pulled back and panted heavily, feeling a little light-headed.

Ulquiorra pulled back as well, studying Ichigo's flushed face. Hm, what's this? Is one of Ichigo's eyes black? And yellow? He studied the eye closer; it reminded him of a Hollow.

Ichigo, noticing his stare, self-consciously palmed the eye, his face flushing even redder. "I-is it turning yellow?" He asked, worried his Hollow self was about to take control. Perhaps the "Mating Season" of the Hollows would effect him too.

Ulquiorra shrugged emotionlessly and leaned foreword, his tongue sliding between two fingers to trace along the outside of the closed eyelid. Ichigo stiffened but didn't move back, wanting to see what he would do. He got his answer a second later as Ulquiorra pulled back, dragging his hand with him.

"Leave it be. I wouldn't mind mating a hybrid. In fact it is kind of exciting. Feel this?" And he dragged that hand down to his tight pants, forcing Ichigo to palm him as he closed his eyes and arched a little into the hand, growling low in his throat.

Ichigo could feel the long length through the cloth of those pants...pants that were no longer there. As if by magic, or perhaps he just hadn't noticed in his lack of attention, Ulquiorra somehow removed his pants and now Ichigo was practically fisting his free erection. God, it felt amazing. Ichigo whimpered in reaction, his fingers closing tighter around that thick cock.

Ulquiorra took a deep breath. "I can smell you, Ichigo. Your body is producing a pheromone for me; can you feel it? You're ready for a hard fucking. And you're going to get one. Just you and me; nothing in between. I am sure your body can handle it."

Ichigo wasn't so sure but his hand was shoved away and his pants quickly disposed of. Of course, he didn't offer so much as one protest as his legs were hoisted high above the bed, placed unceremoniously on Ulquoirra's shoulders and revealing his puckered entrance for the world to see. Strangely he felt no embarrassment at being so open to the world; instead he felt anticipation, wanton in the face of his true mate. He couldn't wait for whatever was about to befall him; already the head of his own cock was leaking precum.

Ulquiorra licked his lips in delight. That delicious virgin hole, all for him. He debated for all of two seconds before sticking two fingers in his mouth, licking and sucking them thoroughly to get them as coated in saliva as he could before pulling them out. One he stuck inside Ichigo without so much as a warning, the other he rubbed around the finger, slicking the inside and outside of that hole in preparation for a much larger invasion.

Ichigo hissed but he didn't have time for concentrating on the slight pain of that finger before it began moving in and out, fast and hard, slicking him up even as it searched inside him. Within moments Ulquiorra, which is sensitivity to the human body ironically, had found what he was looking for and Ichigo was frozen as jolts of pleasure worked their way throughout his body. What was this? Why did it feel so good?

Ulquiorra smirked, a bare twisting of his lips before he removed his finger, only to replace it with the bulbous head of his cock. He was gentle at first, going slow as he worked it inside Ichigo's resisting body. He didn't hear, or pretended not to hear the grunts of pain and slight groans and whimpers that escaped the teenager below him, inching his way farther every few seconds. At long last, after what seemed like an eternity really the head was in and he nearly let out a sigh in relief. Now came the hard part; should he just thrust in hard and fast and get it over with or be sensitive to his mate's body and go slow?

The orange-haired hybrid couldn't believe the amount of pain he was in. Had he really thought only moments ago that he'd been in ecstacy? Now his ass was burning, weakly rejecting the foreign object that just continued to slowly forge its way inside him. What the hell?! Why didn't he stop, or at least slow down?! Oh, it was horrible; he couldn't breathe and his chest felt like it was being consumed in heat. What was wrong with him? There were horrible cramps starting in his stomach as well. Was he-HOLY HELL! Painburningtearingrippingtorturefuckingsadistecstacy. The thoughts wouldn't center on one thing as Ulquiorra shoved himself all the way in, tearing the delicate lining inside Ichigo. The teen couldn't help but scream out, his vision turning white as the immense pain tore through him.

Ulquiorra paused finally once he was fully seated, wondering faintly if he'd been too hasty in getting to his own pleasure. But he couldn't complain now. He was encased in a wet, sticky heat, the most intimate embrace of his lover/mate. Sure, Ichigo was still hissing at the pain but Ulquiorra couldn't deny that he received some kind of sick pleasure at watching him dance around on his member, searching for a more comfortable position to reduce the burning pain inside him. Deciding that he'd waited long enough Ulquiorra pulled out, his dick encased in saliva and warm blood, only to plow back in, the move made easier the second time around, then the third.

Ichigo gave another half-scream with each hard thrust; god, he didn't know if he could take this. Was this sex then? If it was he didn't want any part of it. Each slide sent fire up his spine and through his limbs and brain, a heat totally different from the pleasure he'd felt earlier. Had he done something wrong? Was this punishment for something? Ichigo couldn't help the tears that escaped his eyes at the incredible pain; he wished it would all just stop, go away somehow. But he knew this couldn't be undone.

Ulquiorra frowned, his body automatically following through with the motions even as his mind deliberated. His mate wasn't feeling the pleasure like he should. This wouldn't do. He halted in his movements only to draw Ichigo up and into his arms, his legs falling to land uselessly against his thighs and the bed. After another moment of deliberation he leaned his head foreword and began placing soft kisses on Ichigo's lips so unlike the thrusting going on below, patiently waiting for a response. He didn't have long to wait as Ichigo realized the kissing took his mind somewhat off the pain he was feeling. A deep kiss followed, his arms encircling the full Hollow's neck as his tongue was bit, sucked, played with. This wasn't so bad. Even the pain was lessoning.

The minutes passed in agonizing slowness for both of the flushed males on the bed. Ichigo was sweaty, his hair sticking to his face and his face an even brighter shade than his hair as he gasped occasionally for much-needed oxygen. Ulquiorra didn't sweat but there was a minute blush on his features as he began driving himself just a little harder into Ichigo, realizing almost instinctively that the pain wasn't as bad anymore. The boy's body was clutching his like a vice now but it wasn't a virgin tightness; no, it was the feeling of one who wanted more. His lips twitching again Ulquiorra bent Ichigo back over the bed, one hand on the bed and the other on a slightly tan hip to steady himself as he built up the rythmn, each thrust going deeper than they had before. His engorged head just barely touched that point he'd found with his finger and Ichigo grunted in surprise.

"T-ah!-there, Uli! O-ah god, there! Please!" Ichigo pleaded, clutching at Ulquiorra's back as a jolt of surpreme surprise and pleasure flashed through his abused body. Ulquiorra tilted his hips and adjusted his thrusts and hit his prostate dead-on, jamming it with enough force to bow Ichigo's back and force a wild cry from his sore throat. "Ah! Ah fuck, yess-augh!" Ichigo moaned, his head thrashing back and forth as he was pounded with renewed ferver, his body arching off the bed with each thrust.

Ulquiorra could hardly contain himself anymore. His mate was clutching him with such heat and tightness he felt as if all the blood was cut off from his dick but he couldn't have pulled out to save his life. Those sounds, the sight of Ichigo's glazed brown and yellow eyes, the sweat collecting on his body-it was all too good to miss. Picking his hand off the orange's hip he gripped Ichigo's erection tightly, earning another garbled cry as Ichigo's head slammed against the headboard. He hadn't even realized they'd moved up the bed. "Come on, Ichigo. I know you need to come; I do too. Bring us both to the highest point of ecstacy known among man and Hollow." He murmured right in Ichigo's ear, his breath sliding into the teen's ear and earning a violent shiver in reward. Another sharp stab in just the right place and he got his wish.

Ichigo froze, his whole body tensing before he came with a half-scream, half-wail, milky-white semen shooting from his dick and dribbling down Ulquiorra's tight fist. The pleasure nearly blinded him and his eyes rolled back in his head as his toes curled; it boarded on the hint of pain it was so intense.

Ulquiorra choked as Ichigo tightened even farther on him; a few more thrusts and his own orgasm was milked from him. He hadn't felt this in centuries, the mind-numbing pleasure, the spine-tingling sensation of another wringing your prescious fluid from your body. No, he'd never felt this before; only Ichigo could do this to him.

Ichigo's breath stilled in his throat as he came down from his high, Ulquiorra still inside him; he could feel that rock-hard flesh pressed right on his prostate. Even more he could feel each pulse from the Hollow as it released more of his semen, ejaculating on the most sensitive part of his body and forcing shivers and moans from him even minutes after his orgasm. He closed his eyes, his legs wrapping around Ulquiorra's waist as he snuggled into that cool throat. They flew open again, however, at the Hollow's next words.

"Ready for round two, Ichigo?"

FINALLY; The End Of The Freaking Long Flashback:

Two days.

Two days of nothing. No talking to his mate, no sex, nothing. Ichigo couldn't stand it. He wanted his mate back, dammit! And he figured after hours of thinking about it he'd finally figured out a way to get him back. He just hoped it worked. If not then he'd give Ogihci control and allow him to somehow figure out a way to get the Hollow back in his grip. Which was why he found himself outside of the wreck-room, (who knew the Arrancar even had one?) breathing deeply to control himself as he thought out his plan. Sighing and composing himself he walked into the half-full room, calling on his Hollow powers to make them flare and his eyes turned yellow and black. "Anyone who doesn't look like a sexy Hollow and isn't my mate, out." When no one seemed inclined to move he pointed and a mini Cero blast blew its way through one of the walls. "NOW, dammit, or some of you will die." They decided after that it was better to listen. Good. You don't mess with a sex-deprived pissed off hybrid Hollow mate.

Ulquiorra glanced up stoicly as Ichigo paused in front of him, a magazine in his lap. Really, he was trying to learn new recipes. "What is it, Ichigo? Did I not punish you severely yesterday?"

Ichigo shivered as he remembed the beating he'd received in reaction to what Ulquiorra thought he saw. His back was still raw from it. But he refused to let that deter him. "I'm here to tell you that you thought wrong, Ulquiorra. You didn't see what you thought you saw (?) or you saw something and read it wrong. Let me borrow an eye." Ulquiorra raised an eyebrow in question and Ichigo sighed and shook his head impatiently. "Look, if we're mates or whatever then I should be able to tap into your powers or something, right? So let me borrow one of your eyes so I can show you what really happened, dammit!"

Without a word Ulquiorra reached up and dug a finger under his eyeball, removing one green eye and handing it to Ichigo, who took it with an almost reverent look on his face. It disappeared, however, as he pulled on his Hollow mask, calling all of his powers to the front. He figured he'd need them for this. He breathed deeply before crushing the eye between two fingers and a fine green mist traveled from between them, encircling the room. It formed images, the images of the interaction between him and Gin that fateful morning.

Ulquiorra continued his silent treatment even as he saw the error in his thinking. When he had glimpsed Ichigo pinned against the wall by Gin he had immediately assumed the worst, like a jealous human lover. He'd even went as far to punish Ichigo, but not Gin, another error he would soon rectify. At long last the images stopped playing and he glanced up at Ichigo who'd removed his Hollow mask. How could he have been so wrong? No, how could he have doubted his mate like that? In apology Ulquiorra reached up and drew Ichigo's head down to his lips, giving him the kiss he'd longed for the past two days, and secretly longed for himself.

Ichigo gasped in relief and joy as he was kissed so lovingly, so gently. Did a Hollow even do loving and gentle? He ignored those thoughts as he pressed closer, pushing the magazine aside and practically falling into the Hollow's lap as he sought more of that tongue, teeth, hands that now kneaded his chest. He wanted more; gosh, he wanted more of his mate. "More..." He whispered, pulling those pale cheeks even closer.

Ulquiorra paused, drawing back to look at Ichigo. Was he serious? He wanted sex, even after what Ulquiorra had done to him? He was truly resilient, wasn't he?

But Ichigo was fed up with waiting. With what had to be a growl of impatience, possessiveness, something he pushed Ulquiorra away and leaned back in his lap, his hands already reaching for what it was that held the Hollow's pants together. He drew them aside with barely contained ardor and knelt on the floor, his face level with Ulquiorra's slowly stiffening erection. If his mate refused him then fine, but he was going to get something out of this whether the other wanted it or not.

The green-eyed man wondered idly what it was his mate was going to do. Surprisingly in all their sexcapades they had never done anything oral like this. Was Ichigo going to do this on his own? "Mmph...." He was answered by Ichigo's mouth which suddenly enveloped him like a wet piece of cloth, lips spreading across the thick head as if in a worshipful sense. "Kurosa-" A glare and a hard suck stopped the last name and suffix from emerging and Ulquiorra panted. "Ichigo. You don't have to do this. We can-" He was cut off when Ichigo gripped the base of him, effectively raising his ardor even more.

"Shut up, Uli. We're doing this my way this time. Just sit there and don't talk. Moan, gasp, scream; I don't care. Just remember that this is your mate, the only one in your life that's doing this to you." Ichigo was making a statement; Ulquiorra was his just as much as he was Ulquiorra's. It was also testament to how much faith he believed Ulquiorra should have in him.

Ulquiorra sighed but sat back and let his mate enjoy himself. And enjoy himself he did. Ichigo played with the head first, sucking and licking, sticking his tongue in the slit at the top as he began to really get into it. Ulquiorra stiffened when he felt that thick muscle probe the entrance but gradually got used to it, even liking it enough to let out small groans everytime it moved in and out. Pulse points in his legs and arms began to throb in time with his heart as the hand wrapped tight around the base began slowly moving up and down, then the lips surrounding him. The thick vein running down his cock needed attention, a rough tongue and then a sharp nail, earning an even sharper gasp from him. A slight whimper answered him and he looked down, only to feel his cock throb in pleasure at the sight that greeted him. His Ichigo really was a little slut.

There was Ichigo with his hand down his backside, his pants pooled at his feet as he furiously finger-fucked himself, his face red in the feeling of his ecstacy. God, there wasn't a hotter sight than that, Ichigo thrusting himself down on his fingers even as he worked that large cock inside his mouth, deeper and deeper with little sucks every time he drew back up for breath. Ulquiorra felt like he'd explode any minute; he had to get inside Ichigo. He didn't want to come unless he was in him. "Ichigo..." He whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

Ichigo looked up, his fingers pausing in their movement as he gauged the want in his mate's eyes. Apparently it was enough as he withdrew them and stood on shaky legs, placing himself on Ulquiorra's lap and poising himself over that erect cock. "Just remember Ulquiorra," and he pushed down until just the head was in, sighing in pleasure, "you're mine, as much as I'm yours. I would never do anything to betray you or what we have. And I think I'm just going to have to pleasure you, with my body, until you understand that." He thrust himself down all the way, throwing his head back as his mouth opened in a wordless cry. But it wasn't enough. Already his body was moving in the timeless rythmn he'd memorized, the thrusts lubricated by the small amount of blood that escaped his slightly torn passage, quick and hard just like he liked it. And he was already so close from pleasuring himself; he knew he wouldn't last long.

Ulquiorra grunted with each thrust, his hands clutching those hips to either speed him up or slow him down he didn't know. Either way he couldn't just idly sit there and let his mate do all the work, no matter how delightful it was to watch Ichigo fuck himself raw on his lap. Besides, he wouldn't last long anyway and he'd be damned if he came first.

Ichigo cried out in surprise as Ulquiorra suddenly took over, pistoning up with enough force to jar his whole body and he could only hold on to the back of the chair and spread his legs to let him move. Each deep penetration hit him in just the right spot, sending stars exploding in his brain, and his body was already tightening in preparation for the best experience of his life. He didn't know what was different but he did know that this would be so much more explosive than the other sex they'd had. His body was twisting in on itself, seeking that elusive pleasure. "Uli...gah, so close-s-so close...ah-ah-ye-yes-YES!" The shout was drawn from him at the end of a breath so it was loud enough to wake the dead. He didn't even have time to feel the semen escape his body; the pleasure was so intense he blacked out, collapsing on top of Ulquiorra with an inarticulate sound.

Ulquiorra followed with his own orgasm after two more thrusts, a surprisingly loud cry escaping as his head was thrown back from the force of it. He managed to stay conscious, barely, his hips still weakly thrusting even as his whole body relaxed completely. That was definitely the best. "Ichigo...Ichigo, get up; we should return to our room." He shook the boy only to realize when he rolled his head that he was asleep. He frowned but it was quickly replaced by a smirk. I must be pretty good if I made him pass out. He thought, picking up the orange-haired teen to carry him back to their room. He'd let someone else clean up their mess.

Needless to say, however, mere hours later Ichimaru Gin was found near the entrance of the Arrancar's humble aboud barely alive, with numerous wounds inflicted by an unknown source. He never tried to touch what wasn't his again.

Well, there you have it! OH MY FUCKING JASHIN! THERE'S BLOOD ON MY KEYBOARD!!! No need to fear, it's from bloody fingers. My bad; sorry, your authoress doesn't get nosebleeds. But you'd think I'd have enough callouses already from typing. Apparently not. Heh. Anyway, pretty good from a sick girl, don't you think? Well, if you don't you can always review and tell me. But please, do review; I love getting them. Don't think I got enough for the last chapter. Anyway, next is...Renji-Ichigo, I believe. Wait for it! Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to hide in a corner and pretend I'm not a total evil undeniable pervert for coming up with this kind of smut. Fuck me.

(1) I think we're all on the same page and agree that somewhere inside Ulquiorra-san is a closet masochist just waiting to show its pretty little face. Or wait, is that just the fever talking?

(2) It's like a demon with their "inner youkai" and all that. Ulqiuorra's "inner Hollow" chose Ichigo for a mate during mating season. xp

(3) Come on; we all know the quiet ones are the ones with the dirtiest mouths, am I right? But if you're someone who thinks that maybe I overdid it; sorry about that.