Chapter One
17 year old Ichigo glared darkly at his closet door, where muffled sobs could be heard. The crying was Kon, who missed his nee-san... and claimed Ichigo was just so cruel to him.
Ichigo rolled his brown eyes and got up, feeling the familiar pangs of hunger rip through his stomach.
Karin, Yuzu, and Isshin were all currently out of the house, so Ichigo was alone with Kon. Night was falling and it was starting to pour with rain, and Ichigo groaned inwardly, realising that the other occupants of the house weren't going to be around to cook for him.
"Damn." he growled, walking down the stairs and into the kitchen. He found a cup of pork ramen, and heated it in the microwave. He'd just taken it out when frenzied knocking came at the door.
"For fuck's sake, hold on a sec."
Ichigo walked into the main hallway and opened the door, quickly catching the slim person who collapsed into his strong arms.
"Yoruichi-san?!" Ichigo stared down at the crumpled form in his arms. He shifted her limp body so he was carrying her bridal style and brought her inside, creating a trail of blood behind them as it dripped from a deep wound on her back. He brought her up to his room and laid her on his bed, watching the white sheets instantly turn crimson.
"Ichigo? What's going on?!" yelled Kon from inside the closet. Ichigo walked over to the closet and opened it.
"Kon, go get me some bandages and aspirin from the bathroom downstairs."
"But what's going..."
"Just go! Ask questions later."
"Okay, okay, I'm going."
Kon ran out of the room and came back 5 minutes later, bandages and pill bottles spilling from his cotton stuffed arms.
Ichigo turned Yoruichi onto her stomach and ripped off her shirt, the tatters of the formerly orange cloth barely recognizable as a garment.
"What the hell did you do to yourself, Yoruichi-san?" asked Ichigo, leaving the older woman's side for a moment to turn on the bath in his bathroom. "Kon, watch the water."
As Ichigo watched, Yoruichi stirred and moaned, her amber eyes opening wearily. She looked around the room, then at Ichigo, and amber met brown. "Thank God this is your place, Ichigo."
"Why do you say that?" answered Ichigo absent-mindedly.
"Never mind."
"Ah."
"So, you want to know what happened, ne?"
"Yeah, what the hell did you do to yourself?"
"I fought Aizen. He's getting stronger... I went to Soul Society to see Soi Fong. Anyway, the whole place is in chaos. Since I couldn't find her, I was about to leave, when Aizen ambushed me. We fought. I lost. Then used flash step to get here. I guess blood loss knocked me out."
"Why not go and see Urahara to treat your wounds?"
"Urahara, Tessai, Ururu and Jinta have all gone to Soul Society to try and help."
"Why come here back here? Couldn't you get better treatment in Soul Society?"
"Too risky. Everyone's turning against one another. Even Rukia and Byakuya are wary of each other."
"Why this house?"
"First one I saw."
Kon walked out of the bathroom. "Ichigo... the water is... ready..." He fought to keep his train of thought as he stared at the half naked goddess lying on Ichigo's bed. Kon was suddenly very relieved that certain parts of the male anatomy weren't sewn on this plushie, or else he'd be having a few... problems at this point in time.
"What's got you so worked up Kon?" teased Ichigo, picking up the older woman and carrying her to the bathtub. As soon as she got in, the water turned pink.
"Well, wash yourself then Yoruichi-san. I'll bandage you up when you're done."
"Alright."
"So, how do you know her?" asked Kon.
"She's a friend of Urahara's. She saved my life once, and also helped me train to reach bankai."
"So... she's single?"
"KON!"
"Sorry, sorry."
The sound of the plug being pulled pierced the awkward silence that had come over the two boys. The bathroom door opened, and Yoruichi stepped out, still dripping from her bath. Ichigo's face turned red, but he couldn't help but look at her from the corner of his eye. A vision of her crawling towards him, dripping wet and oh so sexy suddenly popped up in his mind's eye. He reddened even more as he tried to rid himself of the images.
"What's got you so flustered Ichigo?" asked Kon, raising an eyebrow suggestively.
"Shut up!" Ichigo brought a fist down on Kon's plushie stomach, effectively knocking the wind from him. Yoruichi smiled knowingly, and then looked over at the bed, where she noticed her torn outfit.
"Well, I won't be wearing that again." she commented dryly.
"Well, you're going to wear something. I'm not going to have you prancing around my house naked."
"Okay, okay, hang on a second." Yoruichi shrank into the black cat, and padded out of the room.
"Where the hell are you going? Get back here!"
"I was merely seeing whether I'd be more comfortable as a cat. Apparently not." The cat winced, and Ichigo noticed the blood oozing from Yoruichi's wound, staining her black fur. She began to grow, and was soon in her human form again.
"When a cat walks, their back moves as well. It pulls on the wound too much." muttered Yoruichi from her place on the floor.
"WOULD YOU PUT SOME CLOTHES ON?!"
"I don't have any," replied Yoruichi calmly.
"Come with me." Ichigo stepped out of the room, Yoruichi in tow.
"I think some of my mother's clothes may fit you. Choose a nightgown."
"Ichigo..." Yoruichi stared in surprise at the teen beside her. She knew his mother had been very special to him.
"Just take it!" he growled.
She chose a short, white slip that stopped at mid-thigh. "This one is the least uncomfortable.," she explained to Ichigo, whose face was slowly turning crimson again. 'That's the least comfortable for me.' thought Ichigo, already feeling the blood in his body rushing downwards.
"Well then, I guess you want some bandages," muttered the orange haired boy, trying to think of something to calm his traitorous body.
After that was all done, it was around ten o'clock.
"We should get some sleep," murmured Yoruichi somewhat thickly, the painkillers she was on slurring her speech.
"Probably. You can take my bed tonight. I'll sleep in the closet."
"Thank you... Ichigo." Yoruichi's eyes closed, and she fell into a deep sleep.
Around midnight, Yoruichi's shriek ripped into Ichigo's dreams. "Aizen! No, what are you doing?"
The orange haired teen was awake in a flash and at Yoruichi's side.
"Yoruichi-san, what's...?" Ichigo's words caught in his throat as soon as he glanced at the now silently sleeping woman. She'd kicked off all the blankets, and the slip he'd lent her was slightly too big, and the neck was low. It had fallen, stopping only centimeters before revealing her chest completely. Her full lips were parted slightly as she breathed, and the moonlight streaming in from the window cast an angelic glow over her perfect features. He couldn't tear his eyes off of her. He sat there beside her, staring for the longest time, until sleep overcame him, and he fell asleep, his head resting on the pillow beside hers.
When the bright sun finally peaked over the horizon, Yoruichi opened her eyes blearily and stared groggily around the room. "Where am I...? Oh, yeah... Ichigo." She tried to get up, but fell back, gasping from the pain. If she got up, the stiff scabbing on her wound would tear, and her back would begin to bleed. She looked beside her, and saw the orange haired teen fast asleep, breathing softly. 'You'd never think he always had the "I hate you all" expression on his face if you saw him sleeping.' thought the pretty woman, reaching out to touch the sleeping boy. His features were peaceful, and he wore a small smile. Her first impulse was to kiss him, hold him and never let go. 'Where did that come from?' exclaimed Yoruichi, mentally reprimanding herself.
Suddenly, Ichigo's open window was invaded by the bulky frame of...
"ICHIGO! HEAD'S UP!" yelled Isshin, landing squarely in the middle of the room. "PREPARE FOR BATTLE, MY SON!"
"Ohhh, fuck off Dad. The sun only just came up," whined Ichigo, scratching the sleek black cat sitting on his pillow in front of him. His father responded with a swift attempt at a kick in the head. "Dad, you really suck." Ichigo blocked it quickly and threw the K.O punch. He motioned for Yoruichi to jump onto his shoulder, then carried his father's unconscious body down the stairs and sat him at the breakfast table.
"Not another fight." 15 year old Karin rolled her eyes and stared witheringly at her father. Over the years, Karin had definitely filled out. Her hair was now slightly longer, cut to just past her shoulders. She was tall, only about eight inches shorter than Ichigo, and her body was one to be desired. The boyish vigor that used to be there in her eyes was gone, replaced with an expression similar to the one Ichigo always wore. Yuzu, on the other hand, was still short. Her blond hair was still as short as always, and her zest for life and happy nature hadn't diminished one bit.
"Ichigo, breakfast... A CAT!" Yuzu's sentence was cut off when she noticed the black cat sitting on Ichigo's shoulder. "Ichigooooooo! What's his name?!" exclaimed Ichigo's zealous sister.
"Her name is Yoruichi." Ichigo petted her on the head and put her down, then sat down at the table and began gobbling his breakfast. Meanwhile, Yoruichi was busy having the life squeezed out of her. Her amber eyes glared at the teen, and he gave her a cocky grin, that clearly said, "Well, what are YOU gonna do about it?" Yoruichi mouthed, "Just wait until I escape." And she made a swiping motion with her claws.
Later...
Ichigo sat on his bed, a shiny silver laptop open in front of him. He was typing quickly, and swearing under his breath. His door slowly creaked open, then was shut quietly. Someone stealthily walked over to his bed, and jumped up, landing with a thud beside him.
Ichigo jumped in surprise. "Fuck! Don't scare me like that Yoruichi!" yelled Ichigo, glaring at her. The cat morphed back into the human Yoruichi, got dressed in another dress that used to be Ichigo's mothers (Courtesy of Ichigo), and sat on the bed behind the boy, a death glare fixated on him.
"Six hours Ichigo. Six fucking hours. I was stuck in a tiny little dress. In a stroller. I WAS USED AS A FUCKING CHILD'S TOY!" growled the angry goddess, poking him in the arm. "Suck it up." was the clever answer of the mildly annoyed teen. "Anyway, don't move so much. Your wound will reopen." he added, not looking at her.
"Such concern..." muttered Yoruichi sarcastically, looking over Ichigo's shoulder at what he was doing. "A project on cells. Fascinating."
"Yup."
"Isn't it a lot of work?"
"Now it is. I was supposed to start on this at the beginning of summer."
"Don't you think you should take a break? I mean, so much work..." asked Yoruichi, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Wh... what the hell are you doing...?"
"Helping you take a break." she answered, trailing feather light kisses up and down his neck. She let go of him and jumped on him, pushing him down and tickling him.
"Yoruichi! Stop it!" laughed Ichigo, trying in vain to push her off.
Meanwhile...
"Karin?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you take this up to Ichigo please? It's been here for ages." said Yuzu, handing her sister Ichigo's school bag. It was summer vacation, so he hadn't needed it for a while.
"Alright." Karin grabbed the bag and stalked up the stairs, preparing to give Ichigo a piece of her mind. But when she opened the door, she stopped dead. Ichigo was lying on his bed, a slim, lithe goddess situated on top of him. She was tickling him, and he was laughing his ass off.
"Yoruichi! Oh God, cut it out." he laughed. Yoruichi smiled at her student. She hadn't ever seen him look this happy, and it brightened her spirits to know she was able to cheer him up.
"Ichigo. You left your bag downstairs for so long, Yuzu made me bring it up. Next time, get off your sorry ass and bring it up yourself." said Karin loudly. She dropped the bag and stalked from the room, wondering why that scene had made her feel so horrible.
"Oi! Karin, get your ass back here!" ordered Ichigo, pushing Yoruichi off of him and getting up.
"What?" said Karin tonelessly, her pretty face appearing in the doorway.
"Don't tell anyone that Yoruichi is really a human. Got that?" growled her brother, grabbing the front of her shirt.
"Yeah, yeah. What's in it for me?"
"You get to keep your life."
Yoruichi watched the scene play out with mild amusement. 'He really loves his sister... and she really loves him. You can see it in her eyes...' thought the cat, smiling to herself.
"Meh. Life is overrated," grinned Karin, trying to pry her brother's hands off her shirt.
"You better not," he muttered, and pushed her out the door.
"I love you too!" sang Karin. Snickers followed and he heard her footsteps receding.
"Man, I'm gonna kill her one day," murmured Ichigo.
"Ichigo, she loves you. She won't tell."
The teen looked at his teacher with mild surprise.
"Since when do you know my sister so well?" grouched Ichigo.
"Her love for you is written all over her face."
Ichigo went scarlet, and mumbled something incoherent.
Karin lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling quietly. 'Why does Ichigo make me feel like this?' she asked herself, wondering why her heart skipped a beat whenever he was around her, and why she occasionally felt a mild ache in between her legs when she would think of him. 'I mean, come on. He's my brother.'
"Ichigo?"
"Hm?"
"Come here a minute."
He walked over to where Yoruichi lay resting. She patted the spot beside her, and he sat down obediently.
"Can your laptop play DVD's?" asked Yoruichi suddenly.
"Yeah... why?"
"Let's watch one." grinned the cat.
"Wh... why?"
"Because I want to. What do you want to watch?"
After a few minor quarrels, they settled on Hackers.
"This is a great movie. I guarantee you'll love it," said Ichigo enthusiastically, popping the disk in.
The movie was long, and the painkillers were making Yoruichi sleepy. She yawned, and leaned against Ichigo, amusement faintly registering as she felt him stiffen, then relax again. The cat turned her head to look up at Ichigo and couldn't help being attracted to the young man beside her. He was adorable. He was sexy, hot tempered, foul-mouthed and ruggedly handsome. All those, coupled with the innocence of a boy were complete turn-ons. She grabbed a hold of one of his arms and draped it over her shoulder, and buried her face in his neck, shutting her eyes and breathing in the musky, masculine scent that was pure Ichigo. She knew he had probably gone into shock as soon as she moved, but hell, it was fun. And, it felt really good to have him so close.
Ichigo flicked his eyes down to look at Yoruichi, who appeared to have fallen asleep. It was pitch black outside, and he wondered what time it was. He stifled a yawn, and tightened his grip on the shoulders of the woman beside him. Soon after, he succumbed to sleep, his chin resting on Yoruichi's.
Yoruichi awoke with a start, and found herself lying underneath Ichigo, effectively pinning her down. He was using her chest as a pillow, and one arm still rested on her shoulder. The laptop was forgotten, and end credits still rolling. Suddenly, Ichigo yawned in his sleep and turned onto his front, hugging her in his sleep and muttering something incoherent. She thought it sounded something like her name, but it was probably just wishful thinking. She closed her eyes and leaned back on the pillows. She ran her fingers through his spiky hair and sighed happily, letting the darkness overcome her.
The next morning came at around 1:00 in the afternoon.
Ichigo was the first to wake up, and he was surprised to find himself with his arms wrapped tightly around Yoruichi's waist, and his face buried in her stomach. Yoruichi's hand rested idly on his head, and when he tried to get up, she tightened her grip.
"No... don't leave. Not yet..." she mumbled softly.
"But..."
"Finally, you're awake!" growled Karin from the doorway. She was leaning against it tiredly, as if she had all the world's troubles balanced on her slim shoulders.
"I was tired," muttered Ichigo lamely, pulling himself up and off of Yoruichi, who gave a mewl at the loss of his body, then curled up like a cat and yawned sleepily.
"Well come on, you can eat your lunch anyway. I saved some for Yoruichi; you can bring it up for her after."
"Thanks Karin."
Karin merely grunted and left. Ichigo heard the front door slam and the sound of footsteps running away from the house.
"What the hell's up with her?" wondered Ichigo.
"You are so dense, Ichigo. She LIKES you. Isn't that obvious?" said Yoruichi, startling Ichigo.
"B... but she's my little sister! She can't... she wouldn't like me!"
Yoruichi rolled her eyes and smiled. "Whatever you say."
Ichigo left the room, bewilderment clearly showing on his now flushed features. He went downstairs and found his father and Yuzu sitting at the table, finishing up lunch.
"What's wrong with Karin?" asked Ichigo, after popping a piece of crab sushi into his mouth.
"I don't know. I was going to ask you that question. Maybe she's got a crush on some guy," offered Yuzu, not noticing Ichigo's anguished expression.
"Either way, she should be able to work it out herself. She's a smart girl," put in their father. He got up and left, leaving Yuzu and Ichigo alone.
"I'm going out for a while. I've got a movie to catch," said Yuzu, and she piled up her dishes.
"Okay. See you later, Yuzu. I'll do the dishes for you." His sister smiled gratefully and left.
"Yoruichi-san! It's safe now," yelled Ichigo as soon as he was sure Yuzu or Isshin weren't going to come back.
"Stop adding the -san to my name. It makes me feel old," sighed the cat as she came down the stairs. Ichigo didn't answer, and instead offered her the food Karin had saved.
"Your sister," began Yoruichi.
"Drop it. It would never work between Karin and I, even if I did feel that way about her. As I'm sure you know, society frowns upon incest."
"Since when did you care what society thinks?"
"I said drop it!"
I"m merely saying that you'd make her happy... and she'd probably realize how foolish it is to fall in love with your brother." Yoruichi took a sip of tea, and was silent.
"Why is it foolish, in your opinion?"
"Because it's as you said, society would never accept you. It would cause only hardships for both. And because... I fell in love with Urahara. But he's like my brother, and I knew that it could never work. A relationship between two people who know each other even more intimately than soul mates... it would be hard. So I distanced myself from him, and eventually... moved on." Yoruichi winced as she stretched, then suddenly cried out.
"Yoruichi! What did you do?" exclaimed Ichigo, lifting Yoruichi into his lap.
"When I stretched... I tore my scab." The blood- Yoruichi's blood- was flowing freely onto Ichigo, soaking his shirt and pants.
"Stupid Yoruichi. Stupid, stupid Yoruichi," reprimanded the orange haired teen gently. "It's never going to heal if you insist on straining yourself."
Ichigo got up and carried the cat upstairs with him. A trail of crimson dripped onto the floor, and Yoruichi fought to stay conscious. She still hadn't recovered from the shock and loss of blood from two days ago.
The barely conscious woman clutched at Ichigo's shirt, grabbing a fistful of cloth and burying her face in his chest. It almost seemed to help dull the pain... almost.
"Well, the best thing to do is rebandage it and wait," declared the teen. Yoruichi smiled halfheartedly at him and shut her eyes, reveling in the solitary darkness. She felt herself being turned gently onto her back, and her shirt lifted up. It was nice, she thought. Feeling someone else do the bandaging for her was something she wasn't used to.
After Yoruichi's bleeding had ebbed to almost nothing, Ichigo stepped quietly away from her and started to clean up the blood that had been trailed through the halls. Halfway through his mopping, Yoruichi staggered up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"What are you doing?"
She didn't reply, and instead leaned against him, pressing her body against his. She sighed and closed her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Ichigo. For all the trouble I've caused you. Really, I'm fine now. I should go."
"You sure as hell aren't going anywhere until I can be sure you're not going to bleed to death. Now shut up and go lie down," he answered stubbornly.
"It almost sounds as if you care about what happens to me."
"Hat and clogs would kill me if I let you die." Yoruichi smirked when she noticed his red face reflected in the dirty water of the mop bucket.
"Here's some helpful advice, Ichigo. When you like someone, act on it," whispered the cat smoothly. Her lips were close to his ear, and her breath was pleasantly warm on his neck.
"Thanks, but what are you implying by that...? That I like you?" he asked suspiciously. She looked at him innocently and detached herself from him. She leaned against the wall, looking as slim and alluring as ever, reached out a finger, and hooked it under his chin, pulling him closer to her. Their faces were almost touching now, and Yoruichi only just realized just how tall Ichigo was. He was at least a few inches taller than her, and she definitely wasn't the smallest person ever.
"Ichigo," she purred, "You should know what a woman wants, in order to satisfy her. I'll teach you..."
Yoruichi licked the teen's neck slowly, sensually, seducing him with every movement she made. She stopped at his ear, and her eyes traveled to his lips.
"She'll want you to kiss her," said Yoruichi. His whole body was rigid under the cat's touch, and his eyes were glazed and lusty. He was staring at her with a predatorial gaze, like a predator stalking its prey.
"And I'll happily comply." His voice was low, husky, and unbelievably sexy. He slipped his hand to the back of her neck, and tilted her head. Their lips met with an electricity that Yoruichi had never felt before with any man, despite her experience. He was hungry and demanding, almost needy, his lips soft and eager. She didn't know where he'd learned how to kiss, but damn, he was good. The cat pressed her hips into his, rubbing herself against him and moaning when she felt a surprisingly large bulge in between her legs. A liquidy heat was beginning to pool somewhere in her stomach, and his closeness body and light touches only fueled the fire. Yoruichi's hand somehow snaked down Ichigo's body, and stopped at his fly, which she proceeded to expertly unzip.
"In the middle of the hallway? What if my dad or my sisters get home?" asked Ichigo doubtfully.
"Why not? The risks make it so much better," she replied, and proceeded to rip off his cargos. He finished the job with a swift kick. His black boxers were so simple, Yoruichi thought, it was a turn on. Yoruichi licked her now swollen lips and knelt in front of him.
"If she's experienced, she'll do this... If she's not, instruct her..." The dark skinned woman at Ichigo's feet slowly slipped off his boxers, allowing his sizeable length free from its confinement.
"Of course, not every woman is willing to give you a blowjob," she added, watching his expression turn from bewilderment to a sort of feral look. She took this opportunity to take him by surprise, and licked a drop of precum off the tip of his cock. The muscles in his abdomen tensed under her fingers, and he muffled a groan by digging his teeth into his shoulder. He leaned back against the wall and looked down at Yoruichi, who was running her tongue sensually up and down his length. He watched with a perverse fascination as she took him in her mouth, her tongue doing things that should be illegal, they felt so good. He groaned again, and Yoruichi muttered something that he couldn't hear, but definitely felt. The vibrations went all the way through his body, and his groin tightened. He knew he was close, although he wished it would last longer. But he hadn't jerked off in ages, and it was definitely better to actually see her mouth engulf his cock than imagine it. He could've sworn she'd yelled something then, because the last vibration was especially violent, and sent him over the edge. He came hard, gripping the sides of her head and fisting his hands in her long hair, which had come free from it's ponytail. He slumped against the wall and waited for a few seconds to try and regain the ability to speak and think coherently. When he was finally able to form thoughts other than "Did Yoruichi just do what I think she did?" again, he looked at the cat, who was struggling to swallow it all down. Some dripped from the corners of her mouth, and he knelt down and licked it away.
"That was amazing," commented Ichigo.
Yoruichi swallowed the last of his cum and licked her lips.
"Are you surprised?" she replied, grinning at the still somewhat dazed boy. He didn't reply, and instead looked at her as if scrutinizing a lab specimen.
"What?" she questioned, somewhat annoyed.
"Why are you still dressed?" he asked, as he began ridding her of her clothes. As soon as her shirt was gone, he pounced on her, staring at her with lusty desire.
"How many fingers will it take, Yoruichi? One? Or two?" Before she could even reply his fingers were on her, playing with her pussy. She was already wet for him, and he smirked cockily.
"Is this what a woman wants?" He slid a finger inside her, and she whimpered, nodding her head as she wasn't capable of coherent speech. He stroked her clit with his thumb, and she mewled in pleasure, arching into his hand. His finger left her and he licked it slowly, this time being the one to seduce.
"You taste good, you know." All of the sudden his mouth replaced his fingers, and he nibbled teasingly on her clit. A strangled cry left her, and she grabbed his head, pulling him closer, trying to get his tongue deeper inside her. His tongue curled around the little bundle of nerves, and she came violently, biting her tongue to muffle her scream. Before she was even completely back to reality, Ichigo was on her again, kissing her hard, letting her taste herself in his mouth. He broke the kiss, and played with her some more, building her up for a second orgasm by practically lapping at her pussy as she gasped and moaned breathlessly.
"By the time I'm done with you, you're going to be begging for my cock," promised the teen, removing his mouth from her and smirking. He was in complete control now, and both knew it.
Yoruichi was baffled now. How the hell did this virgin kid know so much? He awoke more sensations in her than Urahara (or any other male) ever had. And this dominance thing she was seeing now was erotic beyond belief. Not even in her wildest fantasies had she ever imagined him talking so... dirty.
He set to work, nipping at her breasts while rubbing his thumb over her clit as she moaned and writhed beneath him. But he never let her come. He kept bringing her to the edge and then stopping, enjoying her frantic attempts to finish herself off. Finally, she'd had enough of his torture.
"Please, Ichigo! I want your cock inside me!" she begged, spreading her legs for him. He seemed a bit surprised, then looked at her questioningly, while positioning himself in between her legs. She gave him a nod, and in one swift stroke, he entered her. A hiss of pleasure escaped him, and he almost came right then. The teasing had been almost as torturous for him as it had been for her. Her moans and gasps had been building him up for ages, and he'd held himself back. The pleasure now of being inside her was overwhelming his senses, and he waited only a few seconds before starting a slow pace. The sensation of over sensitized flesh on flesh was crazy, but Yoruichi gave him no time for torture. She'd endured enough before this.
"Faster..." she begged, biting back a scream when he happily complied. Neither lasted long after that, and he'd soon built Yoruichi up for umpteenth time, and was about to tip her off the edge. He hit a nerve on the last stroke, and brought her to a screaming orgasm. Her muscles contracted around him and he came a few seconds after, his cum spilling into her and coating her inner walls. Then he collapsed onto her, completely spent, and rolled onto his back, taking her with him. She sat on top of him, and immediately rolled her hips, arousing him once again. He groaned and pulled her down on top of him. His kiss was hot and needy, and Yoruichi couldn't help but marvel at how much he knew.
"How the hell did you know how to do that? You got me in all the right spots," she asked, shuddering pleasantly at the memory.
"Every guy my age has seen at least a few late night pornos. And when you're friends with Keigo, you see a hell of a lot more than a few."
Yoruichi laughed, then yawned tiredly. Pain suddenly registered, and she cried out in surprise.
"My back! I tore my scab again!" she yelled in frustration, watching the blood run down her back and pooling on the floor.
"Well what did you expect, raping me like that?"
She looked at him witheringly.
"Do you want to know what rape really feels like?"
17 year old Ichigo growled, and threw the tennis ball at the wall with enough force to make a dent in the blue painted plaster.
"Dammit Yoruichi!" he growled at the empty room as he threw the ball again.
The woman who'd stolen his heart was gone, off somewhere with Urahara, and God only knew when she'd be back.
The vision that came to mind was the memory, the painful memory, of when Yoruichi left. It wasn't like it was permanent or anything, but judging by the gravity of the situation (Namely, the increasing power of the Arrancar) she'd be gone for quite some time. The scene he'd thought about so many times popped into his mind, and he let it play before his mind's eye once again.
"Why so soon? You're not even healed yet," Ichigo had protested.
"Because, Ichigo. I'm needed in Soul Society. I warned you before we entered into this relationship that I'd have to leave a lot. This has been fun, but it's got to end sometime." Then she'd kissed him, a long, passionate kiss that he now thought of as the beginning and end of them. Because after she'd detached herself from his grip, she'd whispered those three words he'd been longing to hear.
"I love you."
Then she'd walked out the door, possibly out of his life, and disappeared into the pouring rain, on her way to Urahara's, then Soul Society. She hadn't looked back once.
Ichigo threw the tennis ball again. This time it flew through the open closet door, and the boy heard a muffled yelp.
"What the hell are you doing? Trying to kill me?!" yelled Kon angrily.
"Shut up. I don't want to deal with you right now," replied Ichigo, ignoring the stuffed animal's poisonous glare.
"What crawled up your ass and died?" asked Kon, noting Ichigo's foul mood.
"Nothing. Leave me alone."
"Stop moping Ichigo, it's been at least a week now. Get over it. She'll be back. This is nothing to get emo about," consoled the stuffed lion.
Ichigo didn't answer, and instead turned away from Kon.
"Well, it's not like you have to be sex-deprived while she's gone. There's always Ka-"
"Shut UP!" Ichigo yelled, cutting Kon off.
"Ichigo? Something wrong?" Karin appeared at the open door; obviously she'd just come from the shower, as a thin white towel was the only thing shielding her body from her brother's eyes.
"No... no, nothing's wrong."
"Well, Dad and Yuzu are gone. Should we start dinner or something? I'm starved," stated Karin mildly.
Isshin and Yuzu had left to go to a two day medical conference in Kyoto, as Yuzu had decided to run the clinic after Isshin's inevitable retirement. Unfortunately for Ichigo and Karin, Isshin and Yuzu had left in a hurry, so Yuzu hadn't had the time to cook for them. She'd apologized profusely, but her brother and sister had just shrugged her off, told her to have a good time and not to worry about them.
"What do you want for dinner?" she asked impatiently, bouncing a bit on the balls of her feet. By doing so, it made her full breasts jump slightly inside the confines of the thin cloth. Ichigo's keen eyes noticed this, and to his despair, made his pants get a bit tighter. His thoughts wandered to her lips, full, red, just waiting to be ravished. He wasn't aware that he'd begun daydreaming until Karin's worried voice entered his thoughts, snapping him back to reality.
"Ichigo! Are you alright?"
"Ehhh? Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, I zoned out a bit," he muttered, desperately trying to think of something to calm himself.
"Our principal. Dad. That annoying guy at the supermarket."
There, the rocket in his pocket was gone… for now. All he knew at this current point in time was that he wasn't going to talk calmly to his sister while packing a raging hard on.
She walked into the room and sat down beside him, completely oblivious to her brother's inner turmoil.
"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.
"Of course. I just said I was."
"No, I mean, you've seemed really out of it for the past few weeks. Is something bothering you?"
"Uh..."
"I noticed that Yoruichi is gone. Does that have something to do with it?" Her eyes held that affectionate, sisterly look he usually noticed Yuzu had whenever she was worried about him.
Ichigo sighed. "You know me too well, Karin."
Karin laid a comforting hand on her brother's back, and gave him a small smile. "She'll be back."
"Yeah, I know. Thanks."
"So what do you want for dinner?" asked Karin, abruptly changing the subject.
"Anything you want is fine, really."
She grumbled something that sounded like, "Indecisive bastard," and left the room.
Ichigo moaned.
"Stupid Kon! He's poisoning my fucking mind, the bastard," he cursed.
"Remember, there's always Karin," said inner mind Kon. Ichigo swore and threw his pillow at the wall, watching it as it hit with a dull thud and slid to the floor.
"What the fuck is with everyone? Geez, it's like they get off on condoning incest or something," he growled, hauling himself off the bed to pick up the pillow.
"Hell, if you get good sex, who cares who it's with, Kingy? Come on, give-"
"Ichigo! Can you help me with dinner?" called Karin; thankfully cutting off the rest of what Hichigo was going to say.
"Destiny awaits," laughed the hollow. Ichigo could almost see that self-satisfied smirk Hichigo always wore. He wanted to smack that fucking grin right off the bastard's face.
"Get out of my FUCKING HEAD!" he shouted at Hichigo.
"Shhh, now now. Calm yourself Kingy. No use in getting mad at the empty room."
Ichigo growled and went downstairs to help his sister.
"Ichigo, do you know how to read this?" asked Karin. He stepped up behind her and looked over her shoulder at the recipe.
"Who the hell wrote this?" he muttered, staring at the almost unintelligible writing.
"I don't know. But I can't read any of this."
"Well, when in doubt, break out the ramen," grinned Ichigo, reaching into the cabinet above and removing two cups of instant noodles.
"Ambitious tonight, aren't we?" his sister teased.
When the ramen was done in the microwave, they ate dinner in the usual way, friendly banter being passed between them, idle chitchat and regular dinner conversation. Karin played the part of Yuzu that night and cleared the table, refusing to let him help with a small stack of dishes needing to be washed.
"I can't let you wash AND dry, Karin," said Ichigo, stealing a dish from her and proceeding to dry it.
"Everyone's a saint these days," muttered his sister in mock annoyance, passing him another plate. They worked in silence for a moment, until Ichigo spoke.
"Guess what's on tonight," said the strawberry blond.
"What's on tonight?"
"Most Extreme Elimination Challenge. The marathon," he stated.
"I thought that was next week," she answered, looking slightly confused.
"And you call yourself a fan."
"Shut up. When's it on?"
"It's on in..." he paused to look at the clock on the stove, "It's on in five minutes."
"We can still make it then."
Karin finished washing the last dish and went into the living room to turn on the TV. Ichigo finished drying and joined her just as it was starting.
Like both had predicted, the marathon was as funny as it always was.
"You know, I can't understand why people would want to participate in this show. I mean, look at this guy," commented Ichigo, as they watched a guy have his ankles tied to two people in horse costumes, each running the opposite way.
"I'm surprised that he hasn't dislocated one of his legs yet," replied Karin, yawning widely.
"I'm surprised he isn't dead," Ichigo retorted.
"I'm surprised this show is still on TV."
"Why? It's hilarious. People love it."
"Also inhumane."
"You like it too, so don't go preaching about human rights when you're just as guilty as anyone who likes this show."
"Then don't you go preaching to me about preaching to you about human rights." Karin smiled defiantly, and Ichigo gave in.
"Okay, okay. Truce. You win."
Karin leaned against his shoulder, shutting her eyes sleepily. A small grin crept onto her pretty features, unknown to the man sitting beside her.
At midnight, after the end credits had rolled and a late night rerun of a game show was coming on, Ichigo switched off the TV and nudged his sleeping sister gently.
"Karin?"
"Go 'way."
"Karin."
"It's not school yet dad, lemme sleep, dammit."
Ichigo leaned over, moving so his face was mere centimeters away from hers.
"Wake up!"
"Huh?" Karin opened one bleary eye.
"Come on, it's bedtime."
"Okay," she mumbled. He took her hand and led her up the stairs to her room, with her walking docilely behind him. After dropping her off and making sure she wasn't somehow going to strangle herself with the sheets, he went back to his room, where his comfy bed awaited.
When Ichigo got into bed; actually lay down with the lights off, his mind began to work feverishly, spinning him a fantasy not unlike his previous ones, only this one had a different star. Instead of the goddess he usually fantasized about and whacked off to, it was his sister. Then the question popped up in his mind's eye, that damn pesky question that had been buried at the back of his mind all day, and he couldn't ignore it, or force it down again.
"What would it be like?" it said deviously, "What would it be like to have your cock buried deep inside a body formed inside the same womb you were?"
"It would be the same..." he mumbled to himself. "No different from Yoruichi."
"Only the knowledge of committing a sin would make it quite different, don't you agree?" Hichigo asked suavely, knowing perfectly well how right it was.
"Go to hell," Ichigo spat.
"Whatever you say, Kingy." The evil presence at the back of his mind vanished, and Ichigo was finally able to drift off to sleep shortly after.
Their lips meshed together hotly, tongues dancing and writhing together to an unknown tune. When he broke the kiss, his partner was flushed red, her cheeks glowing, her cobalt orbs burning with a fiery passion so intense it seemed to scald his very soul. Then her hands were all over him, lips creating trails of fire along his overheated skin.
The worst part was that he was letting it happen, just allowing a girl, his own sister, in fact, to use his body as she wanted. He found it horrid, but he still wanted more. As much as he hated to admit it, the damn hollow was right. The knowledge of committing one of the most frowned upon taboos was considerably erotic, and only fueled the flame of arousal that was building steadily in his abdomen. Her fingers danced sluggishly south, caressing lightly as they made their slow descent. He gave a low moan, urging her to move faster, to cut to the chase. But she was such a tease. She instead began working her way back up, tracing the lines of toned muscle with her tongue. While she used her lips to distract him, he failed to notice her rogue hand until it grasped his swollen member through his boxers, and wrenched another moan of pleasure from him.
She then put her hand into his boxers and stroked his cock gently, smiling mischievously when he groaned and unconsciously bucked his hips, straining for more contact. After slipping his boxers off, she proceeded to lean down and lick the head of his arousal, being careful not to take it all into her mouth at once, so as to torture him more.
"Ahh..." he moaned.
A distant scream suddenly distracted the two, and Ichigo was broken from his trace, sitting up straight.
"Karin!" He awoke with a start, but whatever had caused her to scream wasn't there, as the house was quiet.
"Shit." He swore when he looked down at his crotch, which was wet and sticky with semen. He got up and methodically changed his boxers, then stripped his bed. He deposited the dirty sheets and things into the hamper, and was about to go back to sleep; planning to wash himself off when he got up, when a muffled screech reached his ears.
He ran to his sister's room, finding her flailing around and grabbing at an enemy seen only in her mind's eye.
"Karin! Wake up!" he said, pulling her still writhing body into his arms. She fought him for a few seconds more, until he grasped her hand, and hugged her tense body to him. It was an old trick that his mother had used when Karin had nightmares. It always calmed her down, giving her hope in whatever desolate landscape her dreams had deposited her into.
"Ichigo? What are you doing here?" she asked him, voice sounding a bit husky from sleep. She sat back in his lap, legs straddling his waist as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
"You were having a nightmare," he answered, trying desperately to ignore the close proximity of her extremely enticing lower body to his.
"I was?" she asked, clearly not remembering any remnants of the dream. She sighed and crushed her body against him, closing her eyes tiredly.
"I think that I'm going to have to go take a shower," she muttered to herself, full lips forming a slight pout, "I'm all sweaty."
"Can I use your bathroom?" she asked suddenly.
"But..."
Karin shot him a glare.
"Alright, do what you want," he relented, a hint of a smile ghosting across his features.
Illuminated in the soft moonlight streaming in through the window, Ichigo looked like an extremely oblivious sex god. His strawberry blond hair was tousled and messy from sleep, making it even more unruly than usual. His eyes were hooded and he was completely relaxed, creating the illusion of having just gotten an extremely satisfying blowjob. The toned chest and torso were considerable turn ons, and completely innocent expression he wore while packing such a hot body was decidedly adorable. She couldn't help but feel slight surprise at the fact that her brother didn't have a girlfriend yet.
Karin suddenly realized that she was staring, and left the room hurriedly, hoping that he hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary.
Ichigo just sat on Karin's bed, not sure what to do with himself. He couldn't go to his room, as it would just stem more fantasies of her naked in his bathroom. But he couldn't really stay here either. He debated these options for a few moments and sighed, consenting to lying down on her bed and staring at the ceiling.
"Ichigo?" Karin's voice invaded his thoughts, and he sat up.
"Yeah?"
"Can you get my shampoo? Yours doesn't work on my hair type," she called.
"Alright."
Ichigo went to the downstairs bathroom and got the shampoo for her, all the while cursing the gods for giving Karin dry hair. When he reached the top of the stairs, Hichigo's evil presence popped into his head.
"You should test Yoruichi's theory. You know it's the perfect setup," said that stupid, relentless hollow in his brain.
"What if she's wrong?"
"So you'll get a kick in the head. Since when is that new?"
Ichigo growled, enduring more of Hichigo's wheedling while trying in vain to block it out.
"You know you want to try it."
"Shut up."
"Come on, it'll be fun. Stop being such a pussy. Have some balls."
"I already have two perfectly functional ones; want me to demonstrate?"
"How about demonstrating on that delicious little vixen in the shower?"
"That question was supposed to be rhetorical, numbnuts."
"Well, maybe my nuts wouldn't be so fucking numb if you'd give me some action once an a while!"
"You got a front row seat when I was with Yoruichi, stop complaining."
"But I was sleeping," it whined.
"We had sex almost every day, how long have you been sleeping?!"
"It gets boring in here, with only Zangetsu as company. And he just stands on that fucking pole all day. What else is there to do but sleep, fight, or jerk off?"
Their conversation was interrupted when Karin's voice reached Ichigo's ears.
"Ichigo, are you okay?"
"Yeah, sorry." He continued down the hallway, suppressing Hichigo with all the mental strength he could muster.
He entered the bathroom, and Karin said, "Just put it in the corner. I'll get it."
Ichigo stared hard at the slim body hidden only by the thin shower curtain. Seeing her move, her curves silhouetted behind the cloth, her body so unmistakably feminine and inviting, made something snap inside him, self control suddenly flying out the window.
Hearing nothing but the quiet rustle of clothing, a slow, creeping unease filled Karin.
"Ichigo?" she asked, voice wavering slightly.
"Mmmhmm?" answered the unbelievably sexy voice behind her. She whirled around, and ocean blue met dark brown. Usually a soft, cinnamon colour, his eyes were darkened considerably by lust and desire. Karin unconsciously backed up a bit, pressing herself against the cool porcelain tiles.
"What...?"
"Just thought I'd give you your shampoo in person," he replied, putting the bottle nonchalantly on the shower ledge. She realized belatedly that he was completely naked, and she couldn't help but stare at him. He was pretty damn big... down there. She wondered offhandedly how that could ever fit inside any woman, let alone her.
"Like what you see?" He gave her a cocky grin that was completely out of character, at least for the brother that she knew.
She was taken aback and averted her eyes immediately, blushing tomato red. She was so distracted; she didn't even notice the black that was slowly creeping into the whites of Ichigo's eyes.
"Well… since I'm here…"
Before she could even register the comment his body was flush against her, and his lips were on hers. His lips were soft and demanding; gently coaxing hers open so he could slip his tongue into her mouth. She mimicked him at first, but soon caught on. She bit his bottom lip, something she'd heard her friends talk about, and with the courage gained from his encouraging response, deepened their kiss, this time being the one to initiate a war between tongues. He broke away, trailing his lips down her neck with butterfly light touches, barely even touching her smooth skin. He brushed one of her hypersensitive nipples with his hand, enjoying her squeak of surprise. He pulled back, looked at her quizzically for a moment, and said, "You've never done any of this before?"
"No," she answered, lowering her eyes.
"Then why the hell are you willing to give away your firsts to me, of all people?"
"You're the only male I trust. I know you better than anyone… and I love you."
He took a step back, momentarily stunned.
"But does this really matter at all? Worry later, fuck me now."
Ichigo hesitated, as if weighing his options. He obviously decided to go with what his body wanted, said no more and instead kissed her, this time more gently. Her arms encircled his neck, and she smiled into his lips. He pushed her back against the wall, and for the first time Karin felt his fully erect cock between her thighs. It awoke that dormant ache that had been there for so long, turning it into a slowly burning fire in her abdomen.
His finger slipped into her, testing her readiness and she almost screamed, biting his shoulder while her walls contracted around him as she came. The small ache was now completely gone, replaced by a flaming need for something more, the need to be full, the need to be joined with him, to have him inside her.
"You realize, this is going to hurt," he said, looking her in the eye.
"Just do it!" she growled.
He slipped inside her, breaking her barrier and covering her lips with his as he did so.
She gave a cry of pain, audible even muffled by her brother's mouth. Her nails were clenched deep in his skin, as she tried to focus on something else. He covered her face and neck with kisses, distracting her from the pain of penetration.
After waiting a few minutes, he asked, "You okay?"
She nodded, wrapping her legs around his waist, and pulling him farther inside her.
He moved, hissing in pleasure as her tight walls contracted around him deliciously.
Soon, he was slamming into her hard as she mewled her pleasure to the empty house.
"Harder… Ichigo… fuck me harder," she panted. His thrusts became harder, more violent as he penetrated deeper inside her.
By the time she noticed that his strokes had become jerky, and his breathing became shallow, she thought she must have come at least four times.
"Ngg… fuck… I'm gonna…"
After one last stroke, he came, white light bursting into his vision as he roared her name.
"So this… this is what your first time is supposed to be," she murmured softly. He apparently didn't hear her, and pulled out of her and turned off the water, lifting her into his arms and holding her naked body close to him.
"What's the verdict?" he asked her after he laid her on his bed and sat down beside her.
She opened her piercing cobalt eyes and smiled serenely.
"Amazing."
He gave her a small smile.
"Tonight… can I sleep with you? Just this once?" she asked timidly.
"Alright." He moved over and let her slip in beside him. He put an arm around her and pulled her close, pulling the sheets over their still wet, naked bodies.
When he was sure that she was asleep, he whispered three words in her ear.
"It's not love."
Then he too entered the vortex of sleep, arms still wrapped tightly around her.
End