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Never thought you'd make me perspire,

Never thought I'd do you the same,

Never thought I'd fill with desire,

Never thought I'd feel so ashamed.

- My sweet prince, Placebo

After leaving the sleeping girls room ulquiorra tried desperately to understand and rationalise what had happened. Her skin. Her body. Embracing. He could not fathom this unexplainable reaction she had caused on both his body and mind. Irrevocable.

He knew for certain that the sooner he left the better. it was taking every ounce of his restraint to not turn back and enter her room, both of his hollow and human instincts urged him to do so. conflicted. His chest had become tighter, each breath was harsher and more ragged, it felt as if each breath he drew chaffed his lungs raw. dry. thirst. hunger. Her scent still clinging to him, intoxicating him. He clenched his fights tightly, nails digging into his palms.pain is uncomplicated.

The Further away from her,...safer. For us both.

The Espada walked seamlessly along the corridor despite his tension. when his room was finally in sight, a large Gothic four made of steel branded the door, he almost threw himself into the room in haste. shutting the door, he closed out everything else, all that existed was this room, his thoughts of her and his feverish longings. hard. coiling.

His clothes felt uncomfortably tight. unbearable. The vestments suffocating his chest and the material restricting his increasing hardening member. Never had he experienced such carnal reactions. He was Ulquiorra Cifier, quarto espada, he did not succumb to such primal instincts. He had never desired or needed anothers touch, until her arrival. Because of her.

Waves of heat rolled over his body causing a light sweat to break out and coat his skin, he needed to be free of his uniform. To tight. To hard. The material rubbed uncomfortably against his pulsing member, he was somewhat shamed to be in such a state.

He shed each piece of clothing gently, careful not to aggravate his tension further and made his way over to the bathroom. He decided a shower would be the best remedy, it often calmed his excitement after a strenious battle. Removing the last piece of clothing from his slight muscular frame, a hiss escaped his mouth as the cold air hit his hardened shaft. It pulsed with a painful need, but he would not allow himself such a release or pleasure. He could not touch himself that way while imagining it was her slim fingers. wanting, wishing it was her. Never thought I would abstain.He would feel ashamed to disgrace her with such vulgar actions. A monster! Never thought I would feel so ashamed.

He would have to erase every trace of her scent, the other arrancars would pick it up if he did not. protect her from them. protect her from me.

Stepping into the shower he allowed the cold water to trace rivers across his skin. His hands braced against the wall as the water washed her scent and his yearning away. filthy. Too pure. He wondered what the girl would think if she were to see him now in this state, his disgraceful actions all because of her sweet chaste innocence. Her trust. His head was bowed forward and his muscles were taut. The inky black hair framed his face hiding him from her glass eyes. Wash over me with your light.

it seemed a lifetime till he eventually turned the water off, his body numbed from the icy water, he didn't bother to dry himself off, instead he lay on his bed dripping wet. Shutting his eyes he tried to block her face from his thoughts...but to no avail.

Your eyes, your skin...your lips.

The following day Aizen-sama had called forth a routine meeting of the Espada's. As requested the ten arrancars all sat around the long white slender table, listening intently to their leaders tranquil words. As usual Aizen-sama sat on his throne at the head of the table with kaname standing silently in his shadow. Nothing but a loyal dog.

The shinigami sat relaxed in his chair with his chin resting gently against his knuckles, with that disturbingly content smile still playing on his lips. There was something unnerving about him whether it was those cold eyes that regarded you analytically or his entire demeanor. Everyone in the room held awe for him, although the majority of it was dominated by fear.

Ulquiorra had his head slightly bowed, a habit and somewhat instinctive gesture of respect he had obtained from being in his kings presence. Duty. To serve. The quarto sat motionless, unmoving like a marble statue, unlike grimmjow who was obscenely reclined in the chair . His thoughts which were usually orderly and coherent had seemed to have become increasingly volatile and unpredictable.No order. Complex. Her fault.

Each train of thought somehow always led back to that single mortal. illogical.

Their leader had recently received a new cargo of tea imported from the world of the living. He had insisted each one of them enjoy a cup. The delicate china object that contained the new favoured tea had become hot from the liquid. Holding the cup gently in his alabaster hands enjoying the oddly pleasant warmth it offered.

It's Warm. The Heat. Like the Sun. Which is Red. Like Her hair. Her warmth. My personal sun,... Her...

He had experienced many lifetimes of thoughts, more than a human could possibly comprehend. He was able to think of numerous different subjects individually and simultaneously all at once. This however had proven to be his downfall, as a result the girl always occupied his thoughts. Alone? Crying? Safe? Even now in the recess of his mind he was thinking about her despite his best efforts not to.infuriating

The sexta and the quinto who were also in the large white aesthetic room acted disgracefully as usual. No respect. Unlike Grimmjow or Nnoitra the pale statue-Esq arrncar always held the highest courtesy at all times for their leader.

Grimmjow was if anything an ignorant and cowardly creature. In Aizen-sama's presence he was reserved and somewhat fearful of their king, however he had no problem with defiling his name once out of earshot.

Nnoitara was...TrashIt irritated him that the quinto espada was so loose with his own branded tongue. Often casually remarking on the amber girls figure. sneering lustfully at her and speaking with crude language. so innocent. She had blushed wildly at the tall thin espadas words, turning so red, even to the tips of her ears. Ulquiorra had felt oddly unnerved at her reaction, he knew it was how she would react but somehow he could not stop the fleeting thought that he should be the only one allowed to cause her body such reactions.

However he had quickly discarded the thought immediately after it had materialised. rationalising it as simply his duty to protect his kings property, with her blushing so heavenly as she had, it would of course caused any sane arrancar to be tempted. Blood. Translucent skin.

He had wanted to rip the quinto's long pointed tongue from his very mouth for his thoughts and his recommendations of suitable punishmentsfor the defiant girl. Ulquiorra Scolded himself mentally for his own internal thoughts. stupid. immposible. not yours.

The large dome clock positioned within the far corner of the whitewash room, ticked by receptively. The quarto espada found each tick extremely irritating. It was the only clock within Las Noches that he was aware of but he could not fathom why Aizen-sama could wish for such a device. so human.

Time.

it was such a senseless thing. Humans were ruled by it, constantly becoming nervous and fearful of it's transition. To him it was superfluous, time held no sway in Hueco Mundo, there was no measure of the days here. it was impossible to try and decipher the hours spent, it quite simply just was.

However he had found himself becoming increasingly controlled by this clock. Each simple tick held sway over him, indicating some sense of measure till he could once again visit the girl. That amber girl. He felt his impatience growing before his king interrupted.

''why don't you go and check in on our guest, orihime Inoue.?''

'' yes of course, Aizen-sama'' At last.

The quarto left the large room for once not wishing to remain in his kings presence. See her. smell her. feel her.

At a fast pace, the espada eventually reached her quarters. Standing on the outside of her door he could feel her wramth seeping through the cracks. He found himself hesitating at entering her room, a strange excitement and fear washing over him. fear? absurd..

Fear? what did he have to fear? She was mortal and he was an arrancar, no mere human could match his strength. mortal. immortal. human. inhuman.Fear,...he had seen it etched into the faces of his opponents yet there was no reason now for him to be afraid. heart. heartless.

He entered silently like he had many times before. He saw her immediately this time. strong. brave. It seemed as if last night's tears had never fallen, as if she had not cried her body weak. Resilient. The young girl was sitting gracefully on the windows ledge, gazing distantly out towards the spartan landscape. Lonely. caged.

He stood silently and unmoving for what a human would call a few seconds but it was all the time he required to allow him to drink in every exquisite feature of her body. The immaculate white vestements she wore only set her hair ablaze all the more. As Ulquiorra trailed his teal eyes along her body. fascinating. soft. curves. He noticed how she was sitting, the layers of the skirt had been pulled up to drape just below her waist exposing her long lean legs. Her legs which were as pale as the moon that hung in the ominous sky of Hueco mundo. His eyes followed the creamy skin dangerously high untill it disappered into the bunched layers of material. Maddenning. control. temptation. want.

The fox girl seems to have forgotten entirely of what he is, letting her guard down so easily around him. Making herself more vulnerable than usual in this dangerously alluring pose. Soft. skin. taste.

Has she forgotten he is not human? foolish. innocent. naive girl. Not a human but an arrancar- a hollow.

He may have removed his mask partially and even overcome the boundaries of mortality and logic, but his hollow senses still remained intact despite how hard he had tried to destroy them. He was not able to escape those basic primal instincts. scent. sight. taste. touch. mine.

Hollows were creatures that solely reacted on their desires. If a soul was set before a hollow it would not fight it's carnal desire to take and devour it. The hollow would not contemplate whether it should take the soul or not, it would simply act. on impulse.

How had she forgotten that he was once such a thing? and still partly as well. Even Nnoitrara had once commented that ''once a hollow, always a hollow''.

The quarto espada was standing close to the entrance of the room, his hands within the confines of his pockets. The girl still oblivious to his presence let out a sigh. .He wanted to know her thoughts, the very mechanics behind her gestures and actions.

He had intended to announce his presence to her, but he had become engrossed in studying her beauty. Pure. brave. unique. defiant. Slightly smiling at the last thought. not mine.

Just as he was about to announce his arrival to her, he heard his name fall softly from her lips.

''Ulquiorra...''

He froze,...feeling as if he had died again from the piercing sweetness at hearing his name spoken by her, a extreme softness laced through her voice. a sigh. need. want. Before he could fully accustom to the situation he had already closed their distance.

Distance...gone.

Her skin, her breath,...warmth within my hands.