Chapter: More Human Than Human

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WARNING: Adult Content… the final lemon in this story… sobsob

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"I KNEW this was a bad idea…" Ichigo growled under his breath. "I KNEW… but does ANYONE listen to me? ANYONE?" He continued under his breath at her.

Ichigo walked silently alongside his wife as they made their way down the hallway towards Kisuke's office. Neither spoke for fear of breaking the silent pax between them. The fight that had occurred earlier in the week had left them both looking away from each other. The lawyer had argued with him to within an inch of his life until he had agreed to let her come with him to rescue his family. Ichigo had then contacted Kisuke to let him know.

"Ah, so the happily married couple are here huh?" Kisuke swung around with a smile. The main headquarters of SAPO were located in a huge steel and glass building with shiny black marble floors. Rukia almost stared at herself in the floor as she walked, causing her to bump into her husband more than once.

"Happily might be an overstatement Kisuke." Kazumi smiled from his left. Uryu stood beside her, his arms folded across his chest loosely, his eyes closed.

"Well I hope this event solidifies your relationship…" Yoruichi said hopefully.

Rukia sighed angrily. Oh, this was solidifying something alright… but it most certainly wasn't their relationship… She stared over at her husband who stood by her side, his arms tied behind his back, his jaw set. She sat in a chair next to him, her hands tied as well. Her frown and twitching eye meant something in Ichigo's book. And it meant that his wife was pissed beyond belief… and that look was usually reserved for him.

He led her back into his office and shut the door for a lecture after they had spoken with the others, they were to leave later that day. However, when he shut the door his wife immediately dropped her clothes. His eyes bulged out of his head. She flicked the clasp on her bra and threw the piece of lace on the floor, leaving the petite woman in nothing as she slipped her panties down to the ground.

He suddenly saw the similarities to the first time that he had ever made love to her… and this moment. Instead their positions were reversed, she was standing in front of him instead of him standing in front of her. His eyes searched hers as she walked towards him. Ichigo suddenly felt that this was her way of apologizing for getting him upset.

"Ruki-ah…" his breathing hitched as she rested a hand on his crotch, her blue eyes dark and mysterious, the way he liked them. Her fingers, all ten of them he noted, unzipped his suit pants and dropped them after unbuckling his belt. He bit his lip as her cool hands slid down his navel, delicately sliding his boxers from his body. Damn she turned him on quickly. She smiled lightly. He was more ready for this than she was… and she had started it.

"Yes…" Her frigid hand gripped his length gently, then rubbed. His knees went weak. "What do you want?" She leaned down into his ear as he dropped to his knees. He stripped his jacket from his arms then stripped his shirt off over his head.

"You…" he slammed her back against the cold floor. Her lips curved into a smile and he buried that smile in his own lips. He had turned her from a prude to a sex fiend. She was exciting and playful… and most of all sexy as hell… she knew what to do to turn him on quick. Their lips clashed in a battle for dominance then he moved from her lips to her neck, letting his kisses coat her chest and stomach. He kissed every stretch mark that marred her navel then dipped his head between her thighs. His tongue lapped through her folds and he felt her squirm, her voice gasping his name.

Her fingers tangled through his hair, trembling, partially from the cold and partially from the excitement that was sure to come. She was slick and hollow, just the way he liked her, his fingers scissored and she squirmed again. "I'm no-t-gonna take th-ih-s…" She gasped and he smiled at her with a lifted eyebrow.

"Really? It seems to me that you are taking it…" He flashed his famous cocky grin and suddenly she whipped her hips up and swung her legs into the air, roundhouse kicking him over onto his back and simultaneouslylanding on top of him.

"Am I still taking it?" She smiled and just before he opened his mouth to reply she lowered herself onto him. His head hit the cold marble.

"I am…" He groaned as she moved, using her thighs to shift herself up and down, like a perfectly timed piston they continued, her body singing as they moved in symphony. His eyes were white slits in his head, their bodies clashing against each other. Her gasps and moans mingled with his grunts and the occasional hiss of air being forced from his body. For the first time in their lives they both came, at the exact same time. Her unearthly cry rose from her throat towards the ceiling, her head thrown back, her body soaked, glistening in the dim florescent lights. He watched her through half lidded eyes, his groan echoing with hers.

"I love you…" He choked as she panted against his bare chest, her own body heaving. She nodded her head.

"I love you, too…" Her eyes dimmed further and their lips met again, but this time it wasn't a heated and passionate kiss, instead it was warm, fuzzy and tender. His hands gripped her head gently as their lips met again, their tongues tangling slowly. It was a kiss that neither had experienced before.

A kiss that was so similar to the last kiss he had given her when he had left her in the apartment. A kiss that tingled on her senses after he had been shot in the head. A kiss that lingered after he had left for Vegas.A kiss that meant to her that he was leaving.

"You're not leaving me this time Kurosaki…" She purred and sat up, towering over him like a grand sphinx. He looked at her, resting his hands on her hips and sliding them upwards slowly. "I'm going with you…" their eyes met.

"I knew… I KNEW…" Rukia growled under her throat as her husband continued. She knew he KNEW she didn't need to hear it anymore.

"SHUT UP!" Rukia shouted at him. He blinked. She was getting more annoyed by the second. They had successfully snuck into the building… and had immediately been caught after a short gun battle.

Ichigo was bleeding from a gash in his right arm and left knee. There were some scrapes and bruises on his face and neck and more than likely other places as well… but she couldn't see those. His white dress shirt was unbuttoned part of the way down, exposing his smooth chest. The necklace that he wore with her picture and a cross on it was stuck to his breast and Rukia could visibly see sweat on his skin. He was in extreme pain.

"Where's the ring?" Ichigo's eyes widened. Rukia looked behind her.

"Is it not there?" She lifted an eyebrow and Ichigo leaned down next to her hands.

"Looking for this?" Ichimaru walked in , Rangiku following behind him with two bare swords. On a long silver chain was Rukia's engagement ring.

"Gin…" Ichigo frowned, nearly turning it into a grimace as he twitched his arm lightly and Rukia nearly let tears well up in her eyes, she hated it when he was in pain.

"Hello Ichigo Kurosaki… you have been avoiding me for quite some time…" Gin smiled evilly and motioned to Rangiku. She handed him the swords. Gin threw one at Ichigo's feet and pointed the other at him.

"Fancy…" Ichigo looked down at the quivering sword. It was stuck in the ground tip first in front of him. He then looked up at Gin. "I just want my family back…"

"And I want you dead…" Gin grinned as Rangiku cut the cords that tied Ichigo's hands together. "So if you want them… you'll fight me to the death…"

"Death…" Rukia echoed mournfully, hoping to sway Ichigo slightly. He could just shoot this man and be over with it. She knew he was too badly hurt to fight with a sword… hell she didn't even know if he knew how to fight with a sword. Then she thought back.

There he was, with a pristine white suit. His marine's uniform. In his arm was his white hat and attached to his left hip was his saber, the sword that he had been given when he had graduated West Point. She had never seen him use it before but she was sure he was deadly with it. Her blue eyes sparkled and she looked over to see her baby girl in Kazumi's arms, looking beautiful as ever in an icy blue maid of honor's dress.

Ichigo knew how to use any weapon he picked up… that meant a sword… Rukia bit her bottom lip. She had to believe in him.

"So you want an old fashioned sword fight…" Ichigo smiled, taking the offered piece of cloth. He tied it around his upper arm, hoping to stop the bleeding and then yanked the sword out of the ground. "Fine then…" He held the tip of the sword up towards Ichimaru. "I accept your challenge…"

…to be continued