Betrayal

Chapter 2: Let's be selfish

Ichigo was alone in the house, enjoying the silence and catching up on the work that was due that week, when the front door rang. Orihime was at the bakery, Kazui was at school, and Yuzu had gone to study at one of her friends' houses, so Ichigo had no choice but to save the progress of his work and get up to open the door.

He wasn't expecting any visitors, so when he opened the door he was surprised to see Rukia standing there, a paper bag in her hand and a slightly nervous smile. She was alone, Renji hadn't gone with her and it seemed Ichika hadn't either.

— Rukia, what are you doing here? — Ichigo asked curiously as he let her into the house and gave her some slippers to wear. — Is everything all right?

— I came because I have to return the dress to Yuzu. — She showed him the paper bag and he could see the blue fabric of the dress.

— It was not necessary. Yuzu knows it's hard for you to come and she doesn't go to trouble for a dress. — He added as he went to the kitchen and searched the fridge for something to offer her. — I have water and lemon iced tea, what do you want?

— Lemon tea.

Rukia followed him into the kitchen and while he got the pitcher of tea out of the fridge, she grabbed a couple of glasses so he could pour them. The feeling of everyday life settled in his chest with that simple gesture.

— Are you only here to return the dress or do you have other things to do? — Ichigo asked as they both made their way to the living room and each sat in a different chair. — Because you could stay and eat with us. Today I have to cook and I must say that I do not do it so badly.

— I like it better when Yuzu-chan cooks. — Rukia sneered, making him narrow his eyes in annoyance.

— I better not invite you to eat.

— What kind of host are you that leaves your guest without food?!

— What kind of guest complains about the food they are served, huh?! — They both stared at each other and Ichigo relaxed because more than fighting, he was curious about Rukia's presence there. — In the last ten years we have only seen each other three times and now I see you here, two weeks after the last visit. The dress is an excuse, what is the reason for your visit, Rukia?

Rukia licked her lips and put the glass of tea down on the coffee table. She seemed nervous and it was unusual for her.

— You said you missed those days and I thought that...

— Rukia, forget it. It was something I said without thinking.

Ichigo prevented her from speaking further, mentally berating himself for that moment of honesty caused by alcohol and having dreamed of her. He missed those days because in those days she was there. He missed her.

— I don't believe you. — Rukia got up and sat next to him. — I came to offer you a job in my squad. It's not a permanent position, you just have to go when I call you and I promise it won't interfere with your life too much. In addition, the payment would be in human money so that you can use it freely.

Ichigo didn't expect that proposal and stayed silent, looking at Rukia and waiting for her to say that it was a weird joke of some kind, but she was completely serious, so he responded to that offer the only way an offer like that should be answered.

— No.

Ichigo got up from his seat, leaving her completely surprised by that answer, and took a couple of steps away from her.

— Did you say "no"? A Gotei 13 captain is offering you a job that almost no one has, as well as being approved by Commander Kyoraku, and you say "no"?! — Rukia got up from her seat, annoyed by that answer and took a step towards him. — Are you an idiot or what?

Ichigo took a step back because he had the impression that Rukia would hit him at any moment to make him see reason and accept the job. He didn't want to take the job not because he didn't like the idea but because Rukia had offered it to him, and that was more than he and his heart could take.

— Captain Kuchiki, thank you for the proposal but my answer is no.

— But you said you dreamed of those days and I thought that...

— I know what I said, Rukia. — Ichigo looked away because he needed a second to think and Rukia's expression of pain and surprise made it difficult for him to focus his thoughts so as not to speak in a hurtful way. — And that is why my answer is "no". Those days are a memory, they are in the past and that is a good place for them to be. It is not necessary to stir them.

— I also stayed in the past, right?

Rukia's voice was laced with that tone of pain and disappointment that pierced his soul, making Ichigo look at her and realize that she was clenching her fists in an effort to contain herself.

— You could never stay in the past, Rukia. — Ichigo whispered, fighting the urge to reach out to her and hold her against his chest.

No, she could never stay in the past. He could never do that with her, but going back to those days was awakening what he had always felt for her and he didn't want to because he knew that that feeling only went in one direction.

— Then why don't you take the job?

— I can't tell you.

Rukia clenched her fists a little more, then relaxed her grip. She adjusted her clothes and blinked a few times to prevent any tears from escaping her eyes.

Ichigo knew at that moment that the visit was over.

— I thought we were friends but now I realize that friendship is also in the past. — Rukia walked up to him and stood next to him, no longer seeing him. Ichigo felt a lump in his throat. — You thank Yuzu-chan for me for the dress. Have a good life, Kurosaki Ichigo.

Ichigo felt Rukia's words as painful as the edge of a sword on his skin, and his heart trembled at that cold farewell. That was it. That strange and diffuse relationship between them had ended.

As soon as Rukia took a step to make her way to the exit, Ichigo grabbed her arm and pulled her to him in one quick, fluid motion before kissing her. It was wrong to do it, he was married and so was she, but he couldn't lose her again without at least giving her one last kiss.

Rukia couldn't process what was happening until she felt Ichigo's lips pressing on hers in a kiss that took her by surprise. She froze and didn't move from her spot until Ichigo broke the kiss and released her, making her feel shaky and shaken despite it being a superficial kiss.

— This is why I cannot accept the job, Captain Kuchiki. — Ichigo's voice was soft and scratchy, but they were so close it must have been something close to a whisper. — When I said that I dreamed of those days, I didn't mean that I missed hunting hollows, I meant that I still dream of you. Now you know. I'll walk you to the door.

The confession was so unexpected that Rukia didn't know how to respond until she saw him walk away from her to head for the door. At that moment, she took him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him to her to kiss him again, this time being Ichigo's turn to remain static.

Rukia thought he wouldn't kiss back, but she was wrong. Ichigo not only kissed back, but he held her back with one hand to pull her to him while with his other hand he made her place her arms around his shoulders.

Rukia could feel Ichigo's tongue enter her mouth and fight with her own tongue in a way that she could only classify as obscene, nothing compared to the memory of those sweet kisses that once took place in his room.

Ichigo had her by the waist but little by little he was sliding one of his hands up to one of her thighs only to make her stand on her toes and wrap one of her legs around his hip. Rukia gasped as Ichigo made her lean her back against one of the walls and wrap her other leg around his hips, but she didn't have time to complain a second time because he immediately kissed her again with the same intensity that a man sentenced to death kisses.

It wasn't until Ichigo left her lips just to go down her neck that Rukia was able to breathe freely, however Ichigo's kisses on her neck and shoulders, accompanied by the movement of his hips that he made against her, where he let her feel the erection that he hid between his pants, did nothing but heat her blood and make her gasp as she clung to him with her arms and legs.

She didn't want to let go but when she felt her underwear start to get wet from Ichigo's friction against her, she tried to stop what was happening because she realized that if they continued like this, they would end up fucking in the middle of the living room and that wasn't right.

Nothing they were doing at the time was right.

He was married to her best friend in the human world and she was married to his best friend in the Soul Society.

— Ichigo, I'll go get my stuff box. — Rukia gasped before Ichigo kissed her again.

She thought he wouldn't release her but Ichigo slowly grounded her both feet and moved away from her.

— It's okay, I'll accompany you. — Ichigo's voice was hoarse and Rukia couldn't help but look down at Ichigo's crotch only to find that his erection was sticking out too much in his pants.

Rukia nodded and began to walk up the stairs, her crotch feeling too wet despite the fact that they had only been a couple of kisses, she was also blushing, agitated and her skin felt hot where Ichigo had kissed her. Rukia didn't want to admit it but she wanted more of that feeling and of Ichigo's kisses.

Ichigo went after her, but before she could open the door to Yuzu's room, he grabbed her waist again, this time from behind, and started kissing her neck causing her to automatically put both hands on the wall just to have a place to lean on.

— Rukia, I know this is wrong, but let me kiss you one more time. — Ichigo whispered close to her ear, his hands caressing her waist and making all her skin crawl. — I just need one more kiss and I'll let you go.

Ichigo was right.

Touching him was wrong. To desire him was wrong. Wanting more of those kisses was wrong, but it felt so good that she couldn't say "no" because she didn't want him to let her go. She wanted to keep being kissed and touched by him.

— Just one more. — Rukia whispered and almost at that moment Ichigo's mouth claimed hers in an intense, passionate and too obscene kiss.

Rukia moved closer to the wall, leaning against it as she felt Ichigo settle behind her and slip one of his hands under her dress only to reach the edge of her underwear. With one hand Ichigo held her neck to continue kissing her and with the other he teased the fabric of her underwear only to start caressing her, making her moan several times in the kiss and surrendering to the caresses that Ichigo gave her at that moment.

She was so wet that Ichigo's fingers slipped easily as he began to masturbate her, making her legs shake with pleasure. She could still feel Ichigo's erection in her butt as he sank his fingers inside her, and she couldn't contain her mouth or what came out of it because her mind only reduced the world to the sensations Ichigo caused her.

— Ichigo, fuck me. Now.

Rukia wanted him and wanted to know what it felt like to have Ichigo inside her. She wanted him to take her now and burn her with his kisses until there was nothing left of her.

Ichigo pulled his fingers out of her, making her watch him lick up her fluid that was still on them before taking her hand and leading her to a room she had never been in before. She knew immediately which room they were in but that detail was forgotten when Ichigo kissed her again.

Her dress flew off a couple of kisses later, as well as Ichigo's shirt and pants, and she could feel the softness of the bed on her back when Ichigo laid her down on it between kisses and caresses that burned her skin where they passed. Ichigo reached up to her crotch and Rukia let out a very audible moan as he used his fingers to part her underwear and slid his tongue between her legs to taste her for the first time.

Rukia moaned Ichigo's name every time he moved his tongue and made her arch her back at the pleasure that ran from her crotch to the rest of her body, making her skin crawl. Ichigo was giving her so much pleasure at that moment that she clamped her legs to the sides of his head to make him her prisoner as he drank from her as if thirsty.

All of that was wrong, but every time Rukia regained her composure a bit and opened her mouth to stop this madness, a moan would escape that made Ichigo move his tongue in such a way that she forgot everything but him.

Ichigo gave one last lick of her crotch and started to climb while leaving kisses on her belly, her abdomen and her breasts, where he lingered longer than Rukia considered necessary. Her breasts were small, it didn't matter that they had grown a bit when she had Ichika, they were still small compared to anyone's.

— Ichigo…

Rukia whispered, intending to get him to stop playing with her nipples, but Ichigo gently bit down on one of them before sucking on it, making her gasp.

— They are perfect, I like them. A lot.

Rukia blushed brightly at that sentence and looked away as Ichigo moved up her body, trailing kisses up her neck and settling between her legs. It was at that moment that Rukia saw the picture on the nightstand next to the bed and realized it was a picture of Ichigo hugging Orihime, which made her come to her senses again.

— Ichigo... stop.

Her voice was a gasp that mixed reason and pleasure.

Ichigo stopped kissing her to look into her eyes and she discovered that the light color of his eyes had almost completely disappeared, leaving only his pupils dilated with desire.

— Do you want me to stop? — Ichigo's smile, one she had never seen before, sent a lash down her back that concentrated between her legs making her wetter more. — Shall I stop, Rukia?

After that question, Ichigo took her hand and made her touch the erection that was rising hard between his legs. He had taken off his briefs at some point when she hadn't noticed and was completely naked, just like her.

As she held it, she could feel it throbbing hot in her hand.

— We can't do it... this is not right.

It was not right to desire him, or touch him or kiss him. None of that was right, but when she felt Ichigo's erection throbbing in her hand, she began to masturbate him. Ichigo cursed and rested his forehead on one of Rukia's shoulders before beginning to move his hips in a smooth manner, following the rhythm of her hand.

— You have me in your hands. — Ichigo gasped in her ear, making her feel all her skin crawl, even her nipples grew hard and her crotch grew wetter. — I know this is wrong but...

Rukia listened to Ichigo's gasps in her ear as she masturbated him. She wanted to stop and at the same time she wanted to give him the same pleasure he had given her moments before because hearing Ichigo gasp for her felt so good.

— But…?

— This time I want to be selfish.

Ichigo kissed her after that answer and Rukia surrendered to that kiss, stopping masturbating him to be able to guide him towards her because she couldn't keep denying that she wanted him too. She also wanted to be selfish. She wanted to hold him, kiss him, and make him hers even though neither of them was free to do so.

Ichigo stopped kissing her so he could get a better position between her legs and she reached out to make the picture face down.

Ichigo kissed her again and slowly began to enter her, making her gasp and clutch at the sheet, enjoying that moment that felt too good to be wrong and listening to the growl that came from Ichigo's throat as he reached what she considered to be her limit.

She felt full in a way she couldn't explain and she could only close her eyes at the pleasure it caused her that Ichigo pulled out of her a bit only to go back inside, starting to thrust into her in a way that only made her moan his name louder and louder.

A moment later, Ichigo took her hands and held her to the bed, intertwining his fingers with hers and looking up at her before kissing her again. Rukia tightened her legs around Ichigo's hips, making him her prisoner and letting out moans that mixed with Ichigo's gasps with each new thrust.

She had forgotten about the photo, where they were, and that neither of them was free. The only thing that mattered was that they were together, each other's warmth, the kisses and the moans.

Ichigo gave her a closer look at her own knees, kissed her calves, and made her clench her teeth against the pillows as he turned her onto her stomach. Rukia didn't put up any resistance because she liked everything Ichigo was doing to her too much to stop him. No matter what position they were in, Ichigo would find his way to her lips just so he could kiss her and drink from her, stealing her breath away with each kiss.

When they finished, they were both shaken, sweaty, and satisfied.

Rukia had screamed Ichigo's name when he had taken her to heaven for the second time and Ichigo had bitten her shoulder as he had finished inside her with a thrust so deep she still felt her insides burn from Ichigo's coming.

However, all the pleasure she had felt moments before quickly turned into guilt and shame, causing her to search for something to cover her nakedness despite the fact that Ichigo had seen and kissed every part of her.

When she saw Ichigo sit on the edge of the bed, rest his elbows on his knees and lower his head, she knew he too was being consumed with guilt.

— This... I better get out of here.

Rukia got up from the bed and started looking for her clothes as fast as she could while Ichigo remained silent and did not move from that place.

They had both screwed up and they knew it.

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