Bleach Porn Story: Mine

Chapter 21

As Yoruichi struggled against Ichigo, his iron grip around her slender throat tightened convulsively. “How does it feel, bitch?” His black and yellow gaze bored into hers, “How does it feel to be at the mercy of someone stronger than you?” Her only response was to claw at his muscled arm while she fought for precious air. “How many other boys did you let him fucking destroy, hmmm? Not that it matters, you treacherous bitch, one was enough.”

Ichigo smirked at her feeble attempts as he pulled her away from the wall and brought her closer to his body. His grip slacked enough for her to drag in a ragged breath, “That’s right…breathe you sick fucking whore,” he whispered into her ear, “Breath and stay alive so that you can feel the pain.” Before she could blink, Ichigo repeatedly slammed her smaller frame into the hard floor. As he knelt next to the groaning woman, his grip on her throat slackened again. “Awww, Yorui-chan…did that hurt?” His expression full of mock concern, he caressed her rapidly bruising neck. “So fuckin sorry bout that…I haven’t really been myself lately,” he said with a smirk.

Blood was oozing out of the dazed woman’s skull, nose, and mouth and Ichigo felt his senses sharpen at the smell of it. He suddenly had the intense urge to drain this bitch dry and that thought served to shock him out of his destructive mind frame. He released her throat as though it burned him and looked down at his hands in horror. “What the hell am I doing? This isn’t me…this isn’t fucking me,” he whispered to himself.

As sanity returned to the crazed young demon’s eyes, he stood and backed quickly away. He looked toward Rukia with something akin to panic in his eyes, “Please…get her out of here before I…” His voice broke and he turned away from them both, “Please, Rukia.”

~X~

Rukia watched Yoruichi struggle to breathe and felt immense satisfaction. How dare she? How dare that disgusting woman allow a man to violate him like that? As much as he hurt her last night, she knew it was nothing compared to what he must have gone through. Fifteen years old, held down and brutally raped…her poor Ichigo-has he ever felt safe in his life? His mother and father were cruelly taken from him at such a young age and he was left alone to fend for his life as well as the lives of his young sisters. To protect and provide for them, he offered himself as a human sacrifice and in doing so, he lost a piece of his soul. Then there was Rukia. No matter what atrocities Yoruichi inflicted upon him, she was right about one thing…Rukia hurt him more than that bitch ever could.

When Rukia saw Ichigo release Yoruichi, she wanted to scream at him to continue. She wanted him to maim this woman…she wanted her fucking head on a silver platter and it seemed only right that Ichigo be the one to deliver the death blow. However, when he looked at her with terror in his beautiful brown eyes, all she could think of was making his pain go away. She’d been selfish enough…it was time to take care of him for a change.

“Please, Rukia.” Those broken words snapped her out of whatever trance-like state she was in and she rushed to action. Rukia grabbed Yoruichi and hauled her to her feet and practically drug the other woman outside. Yoruichi said nothing the entire time and Rukia didn’t spare her a glance until she released her on the other side of the barn. Rukia finally turned to her nemesis and spoke menacingly, “You putrid, disgusting creature…if you ever even look at Ichigo again I will hunt you down. And by all that’s holy, if you attempt to talk to him or touch him…I will fucking CRUCIFY you! Do you hear me, you vicious slut?” Rukia screamed.

Throughout her warning, Yoruichi looked at the ground. When Rukia finished she looked up with a vacant expression and softly answered, “I hear you, Rukia.”

Her soft reply caught Rukia off guard and the smaller woman just stared as Yoruichi continued, “You’re right…I am putrid and disgusting and God knows I’m vicious. I was wrong to do what I did to him…so very wrong.” Yoruichi actually had tears in her eyes, “Forcing him to do that was the worst mistake of my life, and believe me, I’ve made lots of mistakes.” She gave a humorless laugh. “I know it doesn’t matter-the damage is done-but I am sorry for the pain I caused him…so fucking sorry. You don’t have to worry about me bothering him anymore…I think I’ve done enough damage to him to last a lifetime.” As Yoruichi turned to walk slowly away from Rukia, she spoke over her shoulder one last time, “Oi, Rukia…you might wanna start giving that boy some blood…might make him a bit easier to handle.” With those words, Yoruichi was gone. Just fucking disappeared. What in HELL’s FIRE was that, she thought. Rukia’s shook her head disbelievingly and turned back toward the house-toward Ichigo. He needed her.

~X~

Yoruichi would have almost let him kill her. She deserved it…hell, she wanted it for what she did to him. If she wasn’t terrified of what Kisuke would do to him, she would have gladly slit her own throat for her beautiful boy. Ichigo was so right when he accused her of pretending that night never happened. It was much easier for her to live with herself that way. When he didn’t speak about or acknowledge her betrayal, she actually convinced herself that it wasn’t that bad. She convinced herself that she never watched the light drain out of his beautiful eyes. She convinced herself that he would be okay. But he wasn’t okay, not by a long shot.

When she saw his eyes change tonight, she was very surprised. Kisuke told her that he had him under control, but what she saw in there was the complete opposite of control. The first time she ever saw those eyes was after Mayuri raped him. They were at the training grounds and he was sparring with Kenpachi. Kenny managed to get Ichigo on the ground and put his knee in the boys back. Ichigo went absolutely ballistic. Yoruichi saw his eyes change and everything after that was pretty much a blur. Ichigo nearly killed him and would have if Kisuke hadn’t drug the fierce boy off of him.

Because of his odd eyes and his apparent ability to live without blood, they weren’t sure exactly what kind of demon Ichigo was…but they were pretty sure that he was one-if only a half breed. Neither Yoruichi nor Kisuke ever told Ichigo their suspicions…because they would have probably had to explain how they knew about such things. After the incident with Kenpachi, Kisuke decided to take matters into his own hands and he began personally training Ichigo. This was no ordinary training-it was the same training that newborn demons went through. In addition to that, Kisuke told me to start secretly adding blood to Ichigo’s wine in the off chance that he was getting worse because of its absence. With the blood and the training, Ichigo made a dramatic turn around. His demon form hadn’t appeared since then…Yoruichi had gone so far as to have him and Grimmjow tailed on the nights they went looking for trouble. She received detailed accountings of all the fights those two got and not once did he lose control. Seeing him lose it tonight was a total shock.

As much as she deserved to suffer and die…as much as she wanted to allow him his revenge, she knew that Kisuke would have his head if he killed her. If Ichigo hadn’t stopped when he did, she was going to have to hurt him to get free and that was the last thing she wanted to do. But at the last moment, he came through. He always does. Yoruichi just smiled sadly as she sonidoed back to Seireitei.

~X~

When Rukia arrived back inside, Ichigo was sitting in the room, vacant eyes staring at the blood on the wall and floor-obviously feeling awful. His shoulders were slumped, elbows on knees and his chin was resting in his hands. He looked so young and lost that Rukia wanted to cry for him. She just stood quietly, looking at him. He spoke suddenly and quietly-his voice as absent as his eyes, “You deserve so much better than me. I’m so fucked up its ridiculous.”

“Ichigo, I’m just as screwed up as you are…I mean, honestly-do you not remember what a vicious bitch I am?” Rukia asked with mock exasperation.

Ichigo’s small smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, “Yeah, but you’re not vicious and fucking insane.” He dropped his forehead into his hands and drew in a ragged breath, “What kind of crazy asshole rapes the woman he loves and then assaults another woman the very next day…and this time, I don’t even have drugs to blame!” He grabbed fistfuls of his spiky hair and yanked hard, “What the hell is my problem? I was controlling this bastard inside of me before this…now it seems like the sonuva bitch comes out to play every damn day!”

Rukia didn’t know what to say to comfort him, so she just kept standing silently beside him while he ranted.

“Why don’t you just throw me out of here?” At that point he looked up at her, “Seriously, why would you want someone like me screwing up your life?”

“Ichigo…I told you, you dumbass. I love you! What don’t you get about that…not to mention the fact that we’re demons and as such, we’re all a little fucking nuts-most of us are a lot nuts…I was outta my mind the first 50 years and hell Ichi, you’re only 19! Give yourself a break baby.” Rukia put her hands over his, pulled them away from his soft hair and kissed each fist.

“I’m just so scared I’m gonna lose it and hurt you again. I refuse to do that. I would rather die first…I would fucking kill myself before I hurt you again,” he declared, his voice thick with self-disgust.

Rukia froze for a moment, a petrified look on her face, before she delivered a swift right hook to his cheek. She smirked at the look of stunned disbelief on her lover’s face, “What?” she asked with an innocent shrug of her dainty shoulders.

“Wh-what the fuck, you violent damn midget! What the hell was that shit for?” Ichigo’s furious stuttering just made Rukia giggle.

“It worked didn’t it? You were depressing me, Ichigo…now you’re wearing a look on your face that I really, really like.” As she spoke, Rukia straddled Ichigo’s thighs and pulled him flush against her body. “Don’t even joke about killing yourself…got it, okiniiri?”

Ichigo swallowed hard and nodded, his exasperation was gone but in its place was the intense urge to lose himself between her silky thighs. He pulled her down as he pushed up, his erection already throbbing at having his woman so close. “Fuck Rukia, do you know what you do to me, baby?”

“Why don’t you just show me, you sexy mother fucker.” At her provocative whisper, Ichigo growled and attacked her lips. His fingers were digging into her hips as he used his sinful tongue to wage war against her own. He broke away from her to trail slow, hot kisses along her jaw, to her ear lobe, and down her creamy neck where he gently nipped and sucked. He kept one hand on her hip while the other found its way under her skirt. He cupped her mound and just let her wetness coat his fingers as he kept up the maddening assault on her neck. Rukia mewled in protest at his hand being so near but doing nothing to assuage her ache, so she ground her pussy against his hand as hard as she could. Ichigo grinned sadistically into her neck but he still wouldn’t relent. He used his left hand to yank her shirt down and expose her breasts to his hot mouth. He pushed a little harder against her dripping pussy and just as he took one nipple into his mouth, he shoved two fingers deep inside her. Rukia screamed, maddened by lust, as he worked his fingers in and out of her. She grabbed his hand as though he might take it away and rode his long fingers as hard and as fast as she possibly could. Ichigo released her breast and just watched her as she ground against him. Her eyes were closed, breasts still glistening from his mouth, as she rose and fell on his soaking wet hand. Ichigo rubbed his thumb against her throbbing clit and watched as she bit her lip and squeezed her eyes tighter. His eyes were half closed and his own breathing was erratic as he watched and felt her break into a million pieces. His fingers were still deep inside her as she rode out the rest of her orgasm.

His tiny demon collapsed against him, panting like she’d just run a race. Ichigo slowly pulled his fingers away as she weakly protested the loss, “Ichigooo…”

“Shhh,” He raised his hand to his face and proceeded to lick his fingers clean, “You taste so good, Rukia.” He took her small face between his hands and kissed her, letting her taste herself on his tongue. Rukia moaned and pushed down on the erection that was still straining against his clothes. Ichigo never stopped kissing her as he reached down and began unbuttoning his pants.

“AHEEEEMMMM!”

Ichigo was still kissing Rukia when he opened his eyes to see the absolute worst sight he could ever possibly see in a million years-goodbye erection. Matsumoto Rangiku-cock blocker extraordinaire- and walking in behind her was none other than his baby sisters. He watched as their expressions quickly changed from mildly curious to identical looks of horror within three seconds.

Ichigo sort of, well, freaked the fuck out. He guiltily shot to his feet causing Rukia to fall hard on the floor. He gaped like a fish at his sisters before realizing his mistake and hauling the supremely pissed off midget awkwardly to her feet.

Deciding to forgive him since it occurred under extreme duress, Rukia focused on the trio before then and broke the awkward silence with a nervous laugh, “How long have you guys been here?” She directed her question to Ran who was having a very hard time keeping a straight face.

“Not that long,” She replied with a not-so-subtle grin, “Juuust long enough.”

Ichigo knew his sisters only saw him kissing Rukia, so he was able to relax fairly quickly and walked up to embrace his dumbfounded sisters. “Karin, Yuzu, I’m so glad you’re here,” he said as he loving kissed their heads. Yuzu gave him a brave smile, attempting to ignore the intimate scene they’d walked in on.

Karin, however, had no such intentions. “Why were you kissing that woman, Ichi-nii?” She asked angrily.

Ichigo didn’t miss a beat as he answered confidently, “Because I love her, Karin.”

The twins’ eyes nearly bugged out of their heads at that statement and Yuzu sputtered, “Wh-what did you just say?” While Karin simultaneously screamed, “What the hell?”

Ichigo took a deep, calming breath and looked at each of them before turning to Rukia, “Can you and Ran give us a few minutes?” Rukia nodded in acquiescence and the two women quickly took their leave.

“Girls, sit down…I’d like to talk to you.” They were still in shock but did as he asked. “I know that you’re probably confused and I’m sorry for that, but what I said is the truth. I love Rukia and she loves me.”

Yuzu let out an unladylike snort, “How can you possibly love a woman who treated you the way she did last night?”

Karin added her own thoughts, “And how could you delude yourself into thinking she loves you when she clearly sees you as nothing more than a…a slave.”

Ichigo lowered his eyes for a moment-the shame of his sisters knowing about him was rearing its ugly head, “I know it’s hard to understand or even believe, but it’s true. Rukia is…different. She’s an extremely jealous woman and she has a hard time controlling that part of her. To be fair,” Ichigo’s voice dropped, “I’ve done terrible things to her too so…don’t judge her so harshly, okay? I promise you both that she does love me and she is trying to be better…and so am I. That’s really all we can do.” He looked up at them both and saw disbelief written plainly on both their pretty faces.

“I don’t care what you say, Ichigo,” Karin began, “Someone who loves you would not keep you as a slave!” Yuzu nodded emphatically in agreement. “That means that she doesn’t even see you as a person, Ichi-nii…let alone love you.”

Ichigo sighed and rubbed his eyes in frustration, willing them to hear him. “You don’t understand…I wouldn’t want her to free me. The whole reason I started all of this five years ago was to make sure that you two were taken care of and that reason still stands. As long as you need me, I’m going to take care of you and at least with Rukia, I’m only with one woman…and the woman I love, at that!” He looked at their sad expressions-both on the verge of tears-and held his arms out to them. They both rushed into his embrace, sobbing into his shirt.

When they had control of themselves again, they both stepped back looking sheepish. Ichigo just smiled at them both, “I know you’re both hurt and angry because of the choices I made but I just need you to trust me, okay? Trust me and please…please give Rukia a chance. She is so sorry for what she did and she sincerely wants to make it up to you both. Will you give her another chance?”

The twins looked at each other and looked as though they were communicating telepathically before they turned back to their brother, “We’ll try,” they said in unison.

Ichigo let out the breath he’d been holding and gave them a beautiful smile, “That’s all I can ask…thank you both.”