Hey there! I wasn't supposed to write this chapter till next month, because this Chapter 3 was planned to be really heavy and long and I know I would spend a few days planning and writing it in parts. It IS long... I think it's the longest of all chapters I have wrote but I have lost count, lol. This is all because of vicky's and Voidy's (V-y tag team, lol) double reviews which made me write it out this week. You guys really know how to pull the right strings, don't you? :D

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The sleek, black Porsche zoomed neatly into the parking space in an expertly executed arc. Byakuya often used his small, speedy babies for trips like this, preferring to keep a dark profile on the streets rather than using his red Lamborghini or silver Jaguar. He killed the engine and retrieved the keys from the ignition.

Taking up his wallet and mobile, he straightened his coat and exited the car before heading through the parking lot to the parlor doors.

xXxXx

Rukia sat on the bed, her heart thudding fast and her body drenched in cold sweat. She looked up at the small, black clock mounted on the wall.

8.00 p.m.

It was time.

How… how was she going to do this? Didn't they say it hurt? That if the guy was so rough, you wouldn't be able to walk for days? That girls usually ended up crying in pain?

Rukia did not know which of these statements were true. She had never been intimate with anyone before, had never even kissed. She was so scared. And then, there was the fact that this man was going to be a complete stranger. Giving her precious virginity, the only most precious thing she had with her, over to someone she did not even know. Someone she did not even love. Someone who was only here for sexual favours.

Rukia felt fear and sadness grip her heart.

When she finally gave up her virginity, she wanted it to be for the man she would love forever in her life. She was traditional, but she would have wanted her first time to be beautiful and magical, in the arms of the one she loved, and the one she married.

It wasn't like that. It wasn't like that now.

Because she had given it up for money.

Madam Aiko had not been joking, the pay had been good. Very good. Rukia had deposited the money into her account at 5.59 p.m, just a minute before Hanataro would check in for the cash. And she still had substantial remainders once the hospital fee was taken out.

It was good.

The only problem was to carry out the act the money had come with. Madam Aiko had paid her and gave her a subsequent deadly warning that she would sent thugs to break Rukia's legs or do even worse things to her and her family if she backed out of the deal. Rukia wondered if many girls had backed out after they received the money but as she sat now in the room on the bed, there was no mistake why they did what they did. But Rukia couldn't run away, not when she had Otousan with her, and he was sick.

'Ukitake Rukia… just… do it.'

xXxXx

The polished black shoes sunk easily into the rich carpet as Byakuya strode elegantly across the foyer to the counter. He watched Madam Aiko rise from behind the desk to greet him.

"Byakuya, how are you?"

"I am good." He responded coolly.

"It's room 306." Byakuya nodded. "And… she's really… new. As in… really, really new."

"That's what I need."

Rukia turned slowly to look at the soft white bed she was sitting on. Madam Aiko had briefed her on the three golden rules to be observed in the bedroom. One, stay on the bed at all times. Two, let him have his way with you. Three, stay on the bed at all times and let him have his way with you. Now, she stared at the white bed and its many sheets and pillows. Despite the pureness and softness of its look, she felt the intimidation creep in. Was this where she was going to-

The rest of her thoughts never had the chance to unravel as the door opened and Rukia spun around fearfully to look into the face of the man who would ultimately own everything of hers that night.

Byakuya stared at the small figure sitting on the bed. God, Madam Aiko was right. She was so small, he would have to take extra care not to break her, kill her even. Was she even over the legal age for this?

And as her head whipped around at his entrance, Byakuya saw her face. His grey eyes widened.

He knew her.

He knew this girl.

He had met her before.

And as the fear and recognition clouded her wide violet eyes, he recognized her at once.

The smirk slowly spread across his face as he closed the door behind him with a click and spoke the words, "Well, weren't you a bit too cocky with the money this afternoon?"

Rukia's eyes widened as she saw his face.

That man.

Her worst nightmare had come true. It was someone she knew. Or at least someone she had met before.

And it was the man whom she had scolded at the ice shop. The one who had arrogantly remarked that his time was above everyone else's and how he had tried to shut her up with money.

And now… right here, he had really bought her with his money.

She was completely at his mercy. Rukia had never been more humiliated in her life. She wondered if she could go to Madam Aiko to ask for a different customer before realizing that he was the man who had called in the evening to specially request for a virgin.

"Well, weren't you a bit too cocky with the money this afternoon?"

And as he spoke those words, Rukia felt like killing herself. She wanted to shout at him that this was not her choice, that her Otousan was ill, that this was the only way out.

But she kept silent, trying to gather as much of her crushed dignity around her as possible, as the man stepped into the room and smirked at her.

She hated him… hated him with all her guts.

Byakuya smiled at her. He was going to take his time with her and make her eat her words.

It was a bit unnatural to see the fierce, feisty girl from this afternoon look so uneasy and silent on the bed.

People like you make me sick.

Do I?

He started to shrug out of his office coat and watched her flinch at the slight action. He placed the coat on the chair.

Byakuya could not resist the next taunt. "I don't know if you should be happy or sad. I am… very good a customer in bed." Byakuya stood there, observing her. "But I am a demon… am I not?"

She looked up, her eyes wide and Byakuya could see the sharp retort already on the tip of her tongue. But as he watched, her lower lip trembled slightly and her eyes clouded over with the fear as she swallowed her words.

It made something move within Byakuya. He had also not realized how alluring her violet eyes looked whenever they caught the light. Somewhat.

God, this was really fun.

"Cat got your tongue?" he asked easily and stepped forward. He watched her recoil slightly on the bed but she did not move. Madam Aiko must have given her the standard rules of the parlor house.

"Well, I won't waste much of our time here. You know what you are here for, and I know what I paid for." Byakuya placed both hands on either side of her as she sat on the bed. He could practically hear her fast beating heart. He bent closer to her and watched her violet eyes widen even more.

They were rather pretty, that shade of dark purple which seemed to turn to dark blue if you tilted your head slightly to the side. And they were so… absorbing, with all the lively emotions dancing around in them. Byakuya shook himself slightly.

No, he was going to be one playing the games here.

He bent closer to her and nuzzled her neck slightly, getting the very first feel of her skin.

It was delightful.

She trembled and he could practically feel her fear and apprehension. He was going to make her crack from them. And her life force… it smelled good. She smelled good. Byakuya could almost sense a familiarity in the light floral scent coming from her skin, and he loved it. It wasn't often that he encountered women with natural scents like this. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.

Good. This was good.

"Bathe now."

Rukia looked up at him, flustered. Byakuya pointed easily to a door in the room, before flipping his mobile open without another word.

Feeling ridiculous, Rukia got up and walked clumsily to the bathroom. She opened the door and stopped to turn sideways at him. He never lifted his eyes from his phone. But as she was about the close the door, she heard the deep voice.

"You can leave your clothes in there when you come out."

Byakuya keyed in the four replies to his consultants and flipped his phone shut. He could hear the shower running in the bathroom.

He was going to have so much fun breaking her.

A sudden beeping sound diverted his attention to his sleek silver mobile phone. No, it wasn't his. He looked up at her phone and purse sitting on the bedside table. Byakuya easily reached over for the mobile phone. He stared down at the small handphone with ridiculous bunny stickers all over it.

'Rukia, took the money from your account for your father's hospital admission. Thank God you found a cashier job tonight, if not, we won't be able to pay. I did not know cashier jobs paid so well. Don't overwork. See you.'

Byakuya stared at the message silently.

Rukia let the warm water run down her skin. She closed her eyes, and tried to wake up from this nightmare. To wake up back in her room at home as Otousan knocked on her door to tell her breakfast was ready. She lathered more of the lavender body wash in her hands and rubbed them all over her body.

The water beat down on her, steady and warm. Rukia pressed her head against the tiled bathroom wall.

How do I... do this?

"Lie down on the bed."

Rukia felt her breath hitch in her throat, as she stood at the bathroom door. She was draped in a white terrycloth robe, her daytime clothes in her hand.

I can't do this! I really can't!

But the lady had already paid for her, she had taken the money. She had to follow through on the deal.

Rukia closed her eyes and clenched her hands, trying not to let them tremble. She walked over and placed her clothes on an armchair and went over to the bed. She got up on it and lowered her head onto the pillow, her body movements rigidly mechanical and stiff. She heard the man move around the room and heard the flick of a light switch. The yellow light bulb above her dimmed slightly. Rukia felt her heart seize in fear.

No. No. No.

No.

Then out of the corner of her eye, she saw him approach the bed, before the mattress depressed.

He was on the bed with her.

Rukia squeezed her eyes shut, trying to calm her erratic breaths.

You can do this. Just… just act like it's all… all a horrible nightmare. It will be over in a couple of hours.

She felt something warm move across her cheek, and her eyes shot open. Immediately, her wide eyes locked on piercing grey ones. The man was directly above her now and he was… caressing her face.

Rukia wanted to scream but she forced herself to stay silent.

"What is your name?" His gaze held hers easily, as he spoke the words.

Her mind worked fast and she opened her mouth. "H... Hikari."

He bent lower to her and her hands clenched tightly on the sheets, she could feel her own nails biting into her skin through the fabric. He continued moving lower, his body was pressing over hers…

…and he kissed her. Rukia's eyes widened as the stranger's lips met her own. His lips were astonishingly warm and soft, despite the cold and forbidding exterior he exuded. Rukia kept her mouth tightly shut, trying to minimize the contact of their lips. She heard a deep chuckle and his lips swept lightly across hers, taking away her first kiss. She gasped as they moved across her cheek to the side of her face. He trailed kisses slowly upwards to her ear, as Rukia tried to block the sensation of his lips from her mind.

"Liar…" he whispered into her ear, and Rukia shivered. "Your name is…

He bent lower and kissed the sensitive spot below her ears.

"… Ru… kia."

Her eyes widened in shock at hearing her name in that deep voice. "H-How…

"One always has to know who's he playing with. If not, it's very easy to lose." The stranger withdrew his lips from her ear and smiled at her. "It is my absolute…" He intentionally let his eyes rove over her, as the fear overtook her heart. "… pleasure to meet you. My name is…

… Byakuya."

Byakuya.

It was a very nice name, and a very handsome face to go with it. But Rukia knew better. This mysterious man was all rotten inside. He cut queues, was disrespectful and frequented brothels. That much could be said about him… and she was giving herself to this sort of man.

His hand slowly moved down her robe, and Rukia badly wanted to move away from his touch. She should not let anyone touch her like this… but he had paid for this… paid for her. His hand moved and cupped her breast through the cloth and Rukia jerked at the touch.

No. No. No.

Tears were tickling her throat.

No, she did not want this. She was going to lose everything to this man.

'Think about Otousan. It's all worth it, Otousan will be happy and healthy.' Rukia flashed on her kind-hearted father's smile and felt the pain lessen a little. Yes, it was all worth it. But her momentary courage was shattered as the man began to fondle her breast through the robe, his lips nibbling slightly on her neck.

The tears surged up to Rukia's mouth and before she could stop it, a loud sob escaped her. The man's hand and mouth immediately stopped moving, as Rukia's body stilled. Slowly, he pulled back to look at her. Rukia immediately turned her head as far as she could from him and rubbed the tears from her eyes.

Damn it, now he knew she was crying!

"Rukia, look at me."

Her head snapped around to look at him, and more tears brimmed in her eyes. His voice was deep, and almost commanding. She clenched her hands on the sheets, trying not to let any tears spill over her cheeks. She was so pathetic, lying below him and trying to show a brave front.

He bent down, and Rukia braced herself for the same foreign feeling on her neck.

Instead, the deep voice whispered into her ear, and Rukia's eyes widened. "Cry."

"W-What-

"Cry now. I do not want you crying when I am having you. It's off-putting," Byakuya spoke.

Tears made their way to Rukia's eyes at his cruel words, almost as if the handsome stranger had commanded them to in his deep voice. She let them flow and sobbed uncontrollably below him. She was humiliated beyond belief.

She was never this weak.

I do not want you crying when I am having you.

It's off-putting.

She had no way out. She had to go through with this. Rukia's tears continued to flow down her face. She felt like killing herself, and killing this man for witnessing her condition like this.

She gasped as his hands suddenly gripped her. His touch this time was gentle and soft, almost soothing. Rukia felt the tears slow a little in their onslaught, though they still made their way down her face. Then she felt his lips kiss the salty trails on her cheek.

"W-Wha-

"Cry…" he murmured, his deep voice suddenly husky. More tears made their way down Rukia's face and the mysterious man tasted them all off on his lips. His hand moved to her cheek and he stroked her face gently. The other hand rubbed the curve of her waist slowly, until his touch no longer… no longer… no longer felt… as foreign as it had before.

He kissed her cheek one last time and then moved to her nose where he planted soft, tender kisses. And then he slowly moved down to her lips.

His warm mouth moved over hers, gentle and soothing. And almost… coaxing…

Byakuya was curious. Very curious about this small girl below him. She was crying. God, it seemed as if it was pitiful for her to have sex with him. But Byakuya knew why… it was because she was a virgin… and the phone message…

He felt a slight stirring in the depths of his body.

He had requested her to cry out first, before they proceeded. She was really pitiful, but Byakuya wasn't going to let her get out of this with her waterworks. He had paid for her (though it was almost a nonexistent amount to him) and he was going to get its worth out of her. But somewhere in the back of his mind, Byakuya knew he would have sent this sort of woman away on any other day. Girls like this who had second thoughts about having sex often pissed him off. If they didn't have the mood, don't do it. It was a waste of his time as well.

But he wasn't going to let this girl go. Byakuya did not know why. But this strange feeling in his own body, this stirring somehow... it must have to do with her.

She smelled lovely. That delicious scent of her human life force, almost subtly floral, coupled with the freshness of lavender body bath was overwhelming him. He wanted to wrap that scent around himself, feel it… feel her, taste her.

For just this once, he was curious and wondered about her. How she would feel… how she would feel to him...

Rukia felt his lips press against hers, so warm… so gentle. It reminded her of a lot of nice things. Of the fuzzy feeling of curling up under the blankets on a rainy day. Of the sweet taste of melted chocolate. Of the fresh smell of white lilies. His lips moved slightly over hers, pressing a little insistently against hers. She liked nice things, she liked them a lot.

Her tears stopped.

And Rukia… suddenly found herself kissing him back. She felt the man pull back for a second in surprise, before his mouth pressed once again on hers, a little more insistent this time.

Rukia did not know why. Maybe it was the overwhelming fear that was muddling her brain. Maybe it was the terror of giving herself to someone she did not know at all. Or maybe it was because of the warmth of his lips, moving so tenderly over hers…

Byakuya moved his mouth a little faster over hers now. He parted his lips slightly and ran his tongue slowly over her lips, and felt her jerk slightly. He cupped her face up to his, willing her to give him what he wanted.

And slowly, he felt her lips part tentatively to allow him entrance. Byakuya dipped his tongue into her mouth and moved it through the endless crevices and caverns. God, she tasted sweet. He teased her tongue playfully with his, and heard a soft moan from the back of her throat. Suppressing a groan, Byakuya withdrew his mouth from hers.

Her wide eyes met his, her cheeks now a little flushed. She sniffled.

"Do you have a lover?"

She looked up at his voice. "W-Why do you want to know?"

Byakuya was shocked at his own question. Yes, why did he want to know?

"I'm merely curious."

She looked at him, scared. Nevertheless, she answered, "Y-Yes."

It wasn't true, she only wanted Ichigo to be a lover, but she doubted if Ichigo reciprocated her feelings. They had never been on a date, never kissed, he never told her he loved her. Still, she lied to this strange man.

"But this is your first time?" Byakuya already knew the answer.

"Y-Yes."

Byakuya reached out and ran his fingers through her hair. Rukia tried hard not to tremble below him.

"Now, what happened to that ferocious girl who followed me in the shop?" Byakuya could not help but smirk at her. He watched the anger stir behind her eyes, and he felt something dimly come to life in him.

"What's the matter? Are you… afraid?" He leaned down close to whisper in her ear, and felt her tremble beneath him.

Slowly, she nodded, her eyes wide.

"Well, you should fear me… I am terrifying." He smirked at her. "But right here, right now, in this room… there's no space for fear. It's just you, me… and pleasure."

"Take off my shirt, Rukia." He totally enjoyed the fear in her eyes. He took her hand up and placed it on his chest.

"Do it."

Do it.

Rukia felt her cheeks heat up. She had never undressed any man in her life before, save for Otousan when she brought his home clothes to the hospital. And now…

Fingers trembling, Rukia reached up and touched the buttons on his expensive white shirt. Slowly, she undid the first one.

Her eyes widened as he reached down to her own bathrobe. His hand rested on the knot holding the fluffy white robe together, before taking up the ends to undo them.

Rukia undid the last of his buttons and looked up at him.

"Take my shirt off."

She tugged it softly from his shoulders and he slipped out of them. Rukia felt her face turn even redder at the nakedness in front of her. His chest was built and strong, the muscles evident at his abdominal area. Rukia tried to look elsewhere but it was very difficult when he was right above her.

"My pants, Rukia. And everything else."

She obediently moved her shaky hands to his pants. As she did so, he easily undid the knot on her robes. The middle parting of her bathrobe treacherously loosened up. When Rukia hesitated at his underpants, Byakuya helped her with it.

Naked.

There was now a completely naked man right on top of her.

Rukia squeezed her eyes shut but they immediately shot open when his hand parted her robes. Her cheeks turned red as the last of the fabric fell away, exposing everything of hers to this man.

No. No.

I really can't... I-

"Rukia, touch me."

Her wide eyes met his, before a trembling hand moved upwards to his chest and lightly grazed his skin. Byakuya felt something jerk inside him at the touch of her fingertips on his chest. What was wrong with him tonight?

He let his eyes rove over the naked girl below him, whose face was the reddest shade he had ever seen in his life. He feasted his eyes on her body, taking in every inch of her skin. She was pale and soft, and almost glowing in the dim light of the room.

Slowly, Byakuya reached out one hand and ran it slowly down the length of her body as she shivered. He lowered himself over her and slowly began to let his lips and hands do the exploring.

Rukia closed her eyes as she felt his hands travel over her body. She was very scared, but now it wasn't only because of him. She was terrified of what was happening to her as he touched her, the emotions and feelings washing through her body. She tried to quench the sudden pounding that had started within her, this warmth seeping in… What was happening to her? She should not feel this way. If he was rough and mindless, it would have been easier to hate, to hate him… to hate everything that was happening.

But it was not like that. His touch was soft, flitting over her skin like a feather and sending shoots of warmth with every touch. Rukia did not like it. This was not how it was supposed to be.

She closed her eyes and tried to conjure up another figure in her mind to be the one doing this to her. Orange hair, warm brown eyes. Muscled build.

Ichigo.

Ichigo was the one kissing her, touching her, making her his. The thought made Rukia's heart soar, this was the guy she wanted to be with. Those were his lips moving down her neck now, warm and inviting. Those were his hands fondling her, memorizing every inch of her skin. If she kept her eyes closed like this, maybe she could pathetically fool herself in this.

Without realizing it, her mouth opened in a soft but audible moan. "I... Ichigo…"

His hands and mouth stopped moving again as her eyes shot open in shock, meeting those grey misty orbs.

"Ichigo?" Byakuya's tone was light and emotionless, not letting the small girl see the dim anger he felt at hearing the foreign name. So she was trying to divert her feelings…

"It's not Ichigo here, Rukia. It's Byakuya… do not delude yourself." His voice was deep.

"Ichigo doesn't touch like this…" He moved his hand over her breast and outlined the gentle swell of the mound with his palm.

"Nor kiss you like this…" He brushed his lips over her neck, so very soft and light at contact.

"Or make you feel this way…" His thumb slowly stroked her nipple, making the bud pucker up as she gasped.

"You know my name, Rukia…"

Rukia felt her breaths coming out fast. No, don't give in… don't succumb… I… Ichi…

"My name…" He circled her nipple in erotic shapes with his finger as he kissed lower along her jawline, causing her traitorous heart to leap at every flash of pleasure…

"Call me… Rukia…" His mouth moved lower, down the modest valley between her breasts.

Ichi…

Rukia sucked in her breath when his lips latched onto her breast. His tongue skimmed the creamy skin before circling around the stiff pearl, causing it to rub against him. He nipped at it gently before taking the entire bud in his mouth. Rukia cried out as Byakuya began to suckle on her breast. That intimate gesture was too much, it sent her senses into erotic overdrive. Her hands lifted off their own accord to entwine in his black hair as she tugged on them, making him emit a low growl. His mouth continued to move faster, as she struggled below him.

She closed her eyes and tried to visualize the orange hair but suddenly all she could see was the ebony black softness of the strands now flowing in her fingers… tried to think of warm amber eyes but she could only feel the heat burning from seductive grey eyes… tried to keep her heart in one piece but she could only see his face…

She opened her mouth.

"B... Byakuya…"

Byakuya felt his desire flare strong and bright as he heard her call his name. It was the way she said it… so timid, so soft… yet so raw, so wanting… and desperate. It was her throaty voice, so conflicted over her own desires…

Byakuya moved to her other breast to repeat his ministrations, as he felt her body squirm under him. He trailed his lips down her waist, her stomach, her hips… lower… lower…

I will bring you to my side soon enough, Rukia.

Rukia could not take it anymore. White stars were dancing in front of her eyes and she was having trouble getting hold of coherent thoughts or words. All she could feel was the warmth of his hands and mouth as they moved through every area on her body, even claiming her most intimate of areas. Sweat covered her skin now, and the pounding in her lower body had intensified.

He was never as she had imagined. Wasn't like what she had thought he would be. Rukia could sense the gentleness and tenderness of his touch behind the erotic motions. He wasn't rough or animalistic or just plain sex-starved pervert, he was… passionate. She could feel it, despite his cockiness and sarcastic remarks that humiliated her. She could tell that he wanted her sexually…. but he hadn't drove himself straight into her and be done with it. He was going slow, his touch and kisses igniting bursts of warmth everywhere across her body, his deep voice carrying over her like a soothing wave. Why? Rukia did not know. Were all customers like this? She had heard terrifying stories of women abused physically during these sessions, as customers were allowed to do whatever they wanted to them. They were basically treated like animals, flipped here and there and ordered into humiliating positions. This wasn't it. This was… different. He was different.

And Rukia hated herself. Hated herself for… not being disgusted enough with him… and herself.

Why wasn't she flinching away from his touch, his kisses? Why was the despair and fear slowly dimming in her heart… replaced by a strange, desperate pounding? Why was her body suddenly growing warmer with each passing second, with every whisper of his voice in her ear? Why was she actually… wanting it somehow?

Slut. She was such a slut.

And despite the shame, she found herself craving for his touch, his kisses… craving for more of him…

Byakuya tore his lips away from her irresistible skin as he looked her over once. She was… beautiful. The red flush on her body was perfect, the flustered expression… those intoxicating eyes...

He was already so hard with desire. He was starting to breathe fast even before it had started, and he had already begun extracting life force out of her. It was delicious… she was delicious.

Byakuya nudged her legs apart gently and positioned himself over her. He saw her eyes cloud over with fear and anxiety… and grow slightly half-lidded as the drainage took a toll on her.

He bent down and kissed her passionately, washing away all her uncertainties. With his lips still on hers, he entered her and broke her virginal barrier in a single motion. She gasped into his mouth and tears began to pool in her eyes. Byakuya waited, waited for her to adjust to the foreign intrusion and bent down to kiss the salty spots at the edge of her eyes.

He could barely contain his unrestrained desire... but he waited.

Rukia gasped out as he finally penetrated her. It hurt, stinging her. She felt the tears leap into her eyes, tears of pain and sadness. She closed her eyes, waiting for the aggressive assault.

It did not come.

Her eyes shot open as she felt something warm touch her eyelids. He was kissing her, kissing her tears away. He did not move, as if waiting for something. Slowly, she felt her walls start to relax around his member and the pain subsided slightly.

She lifted her eyes to him.

He was waiting... for her.

Rukia looked at him... and took a deep breath. She did not know when they had reached an unspoken interaction but this was it. Understanding, he moved in a single motion, going deep into her. Rukia cried out, it was an intermix of pleasure and pain she had never felt before. She looked into his grey eyes burning into hers, and was mesmerized.

She needed this, she wanted this.

And yet… it was growing blurry… his face… the warmth…

B… Byakuya…

Byakuya saw her eyes lose their focus as she began to succumb to the lack of life force in her body. He could see that this tiny girl was being sapped off her energy and she was dwindling between unconsciousness already. How she kept herself up till this point was enough of a marvel, considering how small she was. But her life force… Byakuya could taste it on his lips… it was delicious… irresistible…

He saw her eyes slowly dwindling close.

No.

Rukia.

Byakuya suddenly felt a powerful tugging: he did not want her to go now. No. He wanted her awake and responsive below him, as he slowly inched to the climax. He wanted to pleasure her… stretch her so tight to her limits so she would never forget this moment. He wanted to hear her moans, feel her small hands scratch hard at his back as he went deeper into her. He wanted her… with him. He wanted her together with him as he reached his well-deserved pinnacle… and satiation.

Byakuya did not know why. He had never felt this way before.

In spite of his confusion, the desire burned strong. He wasn't here now to replenish his human life power, or to satisfy his demonic sexual needs. He was here for this tiny human girl below him. He wanted to make love to her. He needed to make love to her.

Byakuya closed his eyes, as he gripped her tight and kissed her on the lips. And he allowed…

… just enough of his demon energy to flow into her. His demonic life force, just enough to keep this girl with him, keep her intoxicating violet eyes open and drowning him in them.

The Sacred Exchange.

His very first Sacred Exchange after six hundred long years.

The ultimate symbol of pledged love between demons.

She gasped, her eyes clouding in worry at the uneasy sensation. But as he watched, her eyes slowly opened wide and clear. Slowly opened to him.

"B... Byakuya…" she called out, and Byakuya almost groaned. He drew out slightly to push back in, and heard her beautiful voice in a moan so sweet to his ears. He moved his mouth desperately across the feverish skin on her neck, as he began to thrust faster into her.

Byakuya lifted his lips from her neck to whisper into her ear, his voice raw with unrestrained desire.

"Stay with me, Rukia."

"Rukia…" Byakuya moved faster now, pumping hard into her. Her small hands scrabbled at him desperately, as her violet eyes took on the glazed look Byakuya knew only erotic pleasures could bring. Her walls were clenching him so hard Byakuya felt as if he was going to explode.

"Byakuya…" He heard his name escape her lips as she caught onto his shoulder and her nails dug into his skin. The way she called him… in that beautiful, raw voice filled with desire and need… Byakuya felt the passion in him flare uncontrollably. He was never like this before, had never felt this way before. He moved harder and faster, pressing her to him… going deeper, wanting to hear her call out his name twice before he ultimately made her his…

She called him thrice.

Rukia's body was on fire. She was burning, she really was. And it was all because of this strange man on top of her as he moved urgently in and out of her. Rukia could not see reason or principle anymore, all she could see and feel was him… as he slowly took away everything of hers.

Byakuya.

She did not know how many times she had called out to him. She felt completely humiliated and ashamed of herself. How could she? How could she… feel this way about him when he was doing… all this to her? She was such a slut, a whore. And yet, her heart refused to obey her brain as his name ripped out of her throat again and again as she felt the pleasure from their physical intimacy wash through her senses and body. She made sounds she thought she could not possibly make ever in her life, as she moved mindlessly under him. Her hands lifted traitorously from her sides to cling to his sweaty body, reflecting the desperate need in her own body. Felt the ecstasy turning her mind and world around, as they slowly reached the peak…

Byakuya could not take it anymore. He could feel bolts of pleasure shooting through his body each time his sex rubbed against hers. It was unbelievable… this tiny girl below him… Byakuya growled as he felt another wave of ecstasy wash through his body at a particularly hard thrust… She was moaning loudly, her hands bruising his skin… needing him… and he needed to make her his… needed to possess her… make her his woman…

You will be… mine.

Byakuya gripped her hard and crushed his lips onto hers as he gave a powerful, strong thrust into her. It was pleasure as pleasure never was. It was white hot, and it ripped fast through both their bodies, making their minds blank out in the orgasmic wave of heat and warmth. She screamed into his mouth as she climaxed and that was all he needed. Byakuya gave a final thrust and threw back his head in pure ecstasy, shuddering as he spilled his seed deep inside of her.

He pressed his face into her shoulder as both of them tried to calm their panting breaths. Byakuya slowly opened his eyes to look at her, and she never looked more beautiful than at that moment to him. Her big violet eyes were wide and expressive, and a little damp around the edges from a new batch of tears threatening to overwhelm her. Her hair was messy and sweaty around her forehead, where dots of perspiration marked the incredible moments they went through just now. Her cheeks were flushed red and her beautiful lips were open, as she took in gulps of air. Byakuya could not take his eyes off her, off this indescribable sight of beauty before him. This was his… she was all his.

"Bya…" Her eyes focused on him dazedly, and he regrettably watched her lose her residual energy and consciousness before she could call out his name.

He slowly bent over her, taking in the whole of her, her face, her body, her touch, her scent. He should go, he was satiated now, this spiritual force would keep him going more than a week. He had always left, after he was done with any woman. He would return to his apartment suite, to his comfortable huge bed, devoid of any foreign nuisance or occupant other than himself. But he had never felt this way before, never experienced anything like this before... as he gazed at the small girl now sleeping below him. He felt that unbearable tugging at his heart… that wanting…

Before he could stop himself, Byakuya bent down and kissed her on the nose.

Why… am I doing this?

"Rukia…" he spoke softly, before he moved to her side and drifted off to sleep.

xXxXx

Byakuya heard something vibrating close to him. He stirred slightly and put his hand out to the right and groped over the polished wood surface. He picked up his mobile from the bedside table and opened his bleary eyes to look at the message.

'Urgent clan meeting. Come quick.'

His eyes narrowed, and he got up in the darkness. As he did so, the soft sheets fell away from him and he noticed the small figure sleeping next to him. Byakuya watched her silently. Her black hair fell in strands around her face and her expression was peaceful as she slept. Her chest moved up and down in slow, careful movements, and her small hands were curled up on the sheets.

He looked over at his mobile again. 5.a.m in the morning.

Byakuya lifted his eyes again to the sleeping girl, before suddenly reaching for her purse on the other bedside table. He opened it and stared at her identity card and driver's license.

Ukitake, Rukia.

He went through her card slots: train tickets, hospital health card, supermart discount card… and then he saw the photos. A photo of her, as she posed under a big oak tree, the wind blowing her raven hair about her face as she beamed at the camera. She looked very beautiful, in a lacy yellow blouse.

Another picture of her with a rather old man with long white hair. Was this her father?

Byakuya moved onto the next picture and he stiffened. She was smiling happily, flashing a peace sign to the camera, and looking absolutely gorgeous in a strapped pink dress. And that guy right next to her… he was orange-haired, with very brown eyes and a smirk to go with the rest of his ugly features. He was apparently lifting the camera up to take a picture of them together, and their heads were close together as they posed. Byakuya felt a ripple of anger pass through him.

Do you have a lover?

Yes.

So this is him.

Tearing his eyes away from the photo, Byakuya replaced everything back into her purse. At the last minute, he removed the small photo of her under the tree and placed it into his wallet. He then reached for her mobile phone.

He keyed a number into her mobile and pressed the green 'Call' button and watched as his phone vibrated once more on the table. Then he opened her 'New Message' option and started keying in something else.

xXxXx

Rukia stirred slightly, and slowly opened her eyes. She allowed the bleariness to clear, before the white ceiling came into focus.

Where am I? What am I-

She gasped and got up in bed. The blankets slid lower on her body, and she felt the air hit her bare breasts, reminding her of her nakedness. She gasped again and took up the sheets hurriedly, and immediately looked beside her. All that was left was tangled sheets and a depression in the bed next to her.

That man…

Last night…

Byakuya.

Rukia reached for her clothing and felt the soreness of her limbs as she did so, reminding her again of what she had involved herself in last night. She closed her eyes, and tried to banish the lingering image of a pair of grey eyes filled with passion and desire. Those warm hands exploring her curves for the very first time. Those lips, claiming hers like never before.

He left… even before I woke up.

She moved slightly on the bed, and then she saw it.

The red splotch on the white linen. Dried blood. The ultimate sign of being marked as a man's woman.

A man whom she did not even know, and who had left after the night was over.

A man who was never here for anything more.

Rukia's hand gripped the sheets hard, as she felt the bitter tickle start in her throat. And then she put her head onto her knees and cried in the silence of the bedroom.

xXxXx

And there you have it! I hoped you like it... fastest ByaRuki lemon in all of my fics! I nearly died writing through the lemon, I will tell you that. Because it's the first time Rukia's being intimate... it's someone she really hates (at first :D) and so I had to toy around with the conflict-between-desire-and-principle kind of atmosphere. And then it had to be really magical that they could both fall in love in this once-in-a-lifetime moment which takes place in a... well... unsuitable environment. It's also the first time I had to alternate so many times between Byakuya and Rukia's point of views. It was hard, because of the new situation they are both in so I had to deal with the conflict back and forth without focusing too much on one. It was necessary and really, really hard, so I hoped it turned out alright.

Smexy, OC Byakuya? :D

Lol Voidy, your second theory is the correct one. I love reading your latest review because you were expressing a lot of the feelings I felt when I wrote this fic. You are right, and I like writing this fic because of the freedom I have set it in. No brother-sister obligation, no wife-bond... leaving Byakuya and Rukia very much free to fall in love without these complicated feelings. Though it's not that there are no challenges ahead ;)

I have written out a lot of Chapter 5 and I really really love it, and am very excited to share it with you all! :D But it might have to wait because there's the Chapter 4 in between and well... *disappears for now, and places a barrier around my weak spots* :D

Thanks for all the reviews again, I love reading them!

Mind rewarding my painful writing for this chapter and slip in a little review? :D