Bleach Porno Story: Mine

Chapter 12

The next several days went by like a blur for Ichigo. Each day, Ran and Rukia would take him to Kyoto for lunch and shopping (which he hated but it seemed to be the women’s favorite pastime). Ichigo’s mask of indifference during the day was slipping and he appeared to be losing his desperate battle to keep it firmly in place. He felt himself sliding further and further down a path that he knew would bring him nothing but ruin.

Each day he spent with her, Ichigo felt as though his insane affinity for her was growing by leaps and bounds. Although the sex was mind blowing and the best he’d ever had, the most problematic part of this situation was the fact that it wasn’t merely physical. The more he found out about Rukia, the more he actually liked her. From her keen wit to her surprisingly violent tendencies, everything about her was perfect to him-and absolutely fascinating. He’d never felt more than a passing interest in other women and the fact that he felt so strongly for a client bothered him as nothing else ever had. He was a pleasure slave-Shihoin Yoruichi’s pleasure slave-and as such he could never give in to what he was beginning to feel.

The hopelessness of his situation slammed into him on his seventh day in Kyoto. Rukia had given Ichigo a day to himself as she and Ran had some family business to attend to.

Ichigo made his way out to the stables and straight to the stall of the horse he’d been visiting daily. Diablo was an enormous, blood bay stallion with a nasty attitude and as such was given wide berth within the stables by everyone-everyone except Ichigo.

They met a few days ago when Ichigo noticed two men taunting Diablo through his stall. Whenever the animal would come near the door, they would laugh as they hit him across the face with a buggy whip. Before Ichigo could get close enough to stop him, he saw one of the men strike the horse hard enough to make his eye bleed. Ichigo rushed over and ripped the buggy whip from the man’s hand as he slammed his fist into the bastard’s nose. As the first man’s blood gushed out, he sent the other one flying with a swift uppercut and advised them both to never treat any animal that way ever again.

The men quickly scurried away to nurse their wounds, muttering apologies as they ran. Ichigo turned toward the agitated animal and began speaking soothingly to him. It took several minutes for the horse’s breathing to even out and although he stayed alert, Diablo did seem to relax a bit. Ichigo cautiously approached the stall and stretched his hand toward the horse on the other side. Diablo tentatively stretched his neck toward his orange haired savior and touched his velvety muzzle to Ichigo’s hand. At that moment, man and beast seemed to reach an accord-they felt a kinship with each other that neither had felt before.

Most people who had ever tried to approach Diablo had run in terror from his massive slashing hooves and biting teeth. Therefore, the stable boys were in absolute awe when they saw Ichigo actually enter his stall and give the horse a much-needed brushing. Ever since that day, Ichigo would go to the stable and spend time with his newfound best friend. Something about Diablo quieted Ichigo’s soul. It was like they shared a bond that transcended the animal/human relationship-they had each found someone who understood them and didn’t judge them for their inherent natures-no matter how scary they might be.

Halfway through the morning, Ichigo heard a rider approaching. He looked up to see a familiar figure atop a sleek black horse racing headlong for him and sighed as Yoruichi came to a grinding halt a few feet away from him. She dismounted gracefully and Ichigo went to her horse to loosen the cinch. “So she’s got you working in the stables, huh? You must be the most expensive stable boy in the history of the universe,” she said with a laugh.

“Rukia is gone on family business so she said I could have the day to myself. I decided I’d like to spend it out here. You know how much I love horses, Yoruichi-san.”

“That I do, Ichigo. So, tell me how she’s been treating you…anything too strange going on?”

Ichigo looked puzzled at her odd query, “No, everything’s actually been great. I really like it out here…it’s peaceful.”

“What about your little mistress? Do you get along well with her?” Yoruichi watched as a blush actually appeared on her slave’s beautiful face. What the hell is that all about, Yoruichi thought.

“We get along very well.” His color deepened and he seemed to struggle with his words, “Actually, Yoruichi-san, I was wondering if you know how long I’ll be staying here?”

“Well, Rangiku was at Seireitei last night and Rukia had her bring me enough money to keep you for at least two more months. I must say, I applaud your talent, Ichigo. From what Ran says about her, it is very out of character for Rukia to keep one lover for so long. You have managed to exceed all of the expectations I had when I first found you and this week alone has more than paid for your sisters’ lavish lifestyle. Speaking of those lovely young ladies…” Ichigo cocked his head suspiciously. “Their debut into Karakura society is next weekend and the girls have asked that their big brother be in attendance. They made sure the date of their party would fall on Saturday so that they might be able to celebrate your 19th birthday with you.”

Ichigo’s expression looked troubled and he began rubbing his neck in agitation. “Look, Yoruichi, can you just tell them that I’m busy or something? You know I don’t like to go there and I have Rukia to consider. If she doesn’t want me to, then I won’t be able to go.”

“Ichi, it’s been more than a year since you’ve seen them and they miss you. I’ll talk to Rukia and let her know what’s going on…besides, my seamstress has already completed your new suit of clothes for the party so you have to be there!”

“Yoruichi,” Ichigo groaned, “Please just tell them I can’t…I don’t want them around me. I’m too messed up.”

Yoruichi’s expression turned crafty, “Ichigo, do you intend to never see the girls again? Because if that is your intention, then I’ll just tell them you’re dead too, how bout that? Then they won’t have anyone left in the world. Is that what you want? To make those sweet souls think that they’re all alone?”

Ichigo sat down hard on a nearby bench as though the weight of the world was on his shoulders. He dropped head into his hands presenting the perfect picture of dejection, “Of course I don’t want that, Yoruichi. I do want to see them, it’s just that…”

“You do know what this party is for, don’t you Ichigo? They’ll be meeting the eligible men from the area and I can tell you that those two young beauties will receive several offers. Don’t you want to intimidate all of those hopeful suitors?”

At her words, Ichigo’s expression hardened and he shot up from the bench, “What the hell do you mean they’ll get offers? They’re too young to get married and I’ll fucking eviscerate any bastard who tries to touch them like that!”

Yoruichi grinned knowingly at him, “Not old enough, huh? By whose standards? Those girls turned 15 last month, Ichigo. You missed their birthday party but surely you know how old they are? Plenty old enough to get married and start a family. I told you when you agreed to my terms all those years ago that I would find them husbands when the time came, and I’m making good on my promise. You can’t stop them from growing up…they’re not little girls anymore, okiniiri.”

Ichigo stalked angrily away from her, “Damnit, Yoruichi! Why couldn’t you just… Fine!” He turned back to her with a menacing glare, “I’ll be there as long as Rukia doesn’t have a problem with it, but you have to promise that you won’t let them get married until they’re at least 16. They’re still too young for all of this!”

She smiled like a cat with cream, “Alright, Ichigo, I promise. Luckily Karakura isn’t that far from Kyoto so I can stop by here and bring your clothes to you and we can go on from there. Does that sound alright?”

“Che, as if what I think matters to you,” Ichigo snorted derisively.

“Ichi, you wound me,” Yoruichi donned a pained expression as she walked up to Ichigo and wound her arms around his neck. “So we’re all alone, hmmm?” She asked while nuzzling his neck.

Her mood change was swift but not surprising to Ichigo…she always got like that around him. He was actually grateful when Kisuke threatened to kill him because it had kept his insatiable wife out of Ichigo’s bed. Now that she discovered she could get away with having sex with him again, Ichigo knew she wouldn’t hold back any longer. Since these odd feelings for Rukia had developed, the thought of sleeping with any other woman had become quite repugnant to him. He attempted to circumvent the sensual creature wrapped around him the only way he could think of. “Yoruichi, I don’t know how long Rukia will be gone today but I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t like to come back and find us going at it in one of the stalls.” He gently peeled her arms from his body and shot her a look that was full of false regret. “Another time, perhaps?”

Yoruichi pouted up at him, obviously piqued at his refusal to be intimate with her. “I don’t think I like you being here, Ichigo. Maybe I’ll just return her money and take you home.”

The sadistic voice in his mind growled at her suggestion, She won’t keep me away from Rukia…I may need to kill this greedy slut! Ichigo was surprised at his venomous thoughts and did his best to reign in those dark musings. He shook his head as if to clear it and took her hands in his as he looked into her eyes, “Yoruichi-san, I wouldn’t feel right if you returned the money. After all, you just said that my time here has paid for my sisters’ expenses and that soothes my conscience. As much as I enjoy being with you at Seireitei, I finally feel like I’m contributing something to them instead of taking charity from you. Please let me finish this job, Yoruichi.”

Yoruichi sighed as her expression softened considerably, “Alright Ichigo, you know I can never deny you anything.” She refused to leave without any sort of satisfaction so she raised her face to his for a kiss. Ichigo knew it couldn’t be helped and gave her a kiss hot enough to melt her bones. By the end of it, Yoruichi was breathless. She told him that she would get a room in town and be back later tonight to speak with Rukia. Ichigo helped her mount her horse and watched her ride away.

Ichigo collapsed back down on the bench. Why did she have to come here? He thought unhappily. He hated begging for anything especially from her but he would do anything to stay here with Rukia. If Yoruichi had only known how desperate he was to stay here, she would have demanded much more than a kiss. As disgusted as he’d be with himself, Ichigo would’ve dropped to his knees right there in the stable alley if it meant he could stay with Rukia a little longer. He was just thankful he didn’t have to go there.

Ichigo was very close to going upstairs and preparing some tea from the Eros root that Yoruichi sent with him but he really didn’t want to resort to drugs. Since he met Rukia, he hadn’t felt the need to indulge in that particular vice and he didn’t want to start now. His mind full of tumultuous thoughts, Ichigo instead chose to saddle Diablo and lose himself to the freedom of practically flying along on the sleek beast’s back.

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When Rukia returned and found Ichigo gone, her already black mood worsened considerably. “Whatsa matter, Ruki-chan?” Her perpetually perky blonde friend asked right away. “Upset that your boy toy isn’t here to greet you properly?” Rangiku was never one to be overly tactful, after all.

In no mood to deal with her audacious friend, Rukia rolled her eyes and snapped, “Of course not!” Rukia frowned a bit, “He told me that he’d probably be riding all day and we did get home a bit early.”

“Oh…well that’s good! So whatcha in a bad mood for if not because of that?”

Rukia shot her a withering glance and sighed, “Just leave it alone, Ran.”

Rangiku suddenly glomped the smaller demon, effectively suffocating her in the bottomless valley that was her cleavage. “Come on now, spill it! You know you can’t hide anything from me…I’m your bestest friend in the whole wide world!”

Rukia finally wriggled free and came up gasping for air, submitting the only thought in her air deprived brain. “Alright! I’ll tell you-just don’t ever do that again you overly inflated crazy woman!”

Rangiku grinned at her easily won victory, “Do tell, sweetie.”

Sighing in defeat, Rukia did her best to explain her feelings. “I honestly don’t know why I’m feeling this way. These past few days have been a lot of fun but it just seems like he tries to distance himself from me…I thought that he might be here to greet me but instead, he’s gone. Our first day together, he was so much fun but then Renji ruined everything and he hasn’t been the same since! I don’t understand why he’s so withdrawn all the time. What the hell is wrong with him, Ran…or is it me that has the problem?”

Rukia’s uncharacteristically melancholy behavior caused Rangiku’s eyebrows to rise of their own accord. She had never seen Rukia get upset over a man before and it was quite disconcerting to witness her obvious distress. If she wasn’t mistaken, Ran would say Rukia was having this pity party because Ichigo wasn’t happy. While she was glad that Rukia was finally expressing some real emotions for someone, Ran thought that having too much of an attachment to a pleasure slave was a bad idea.

“I have been an excellent master, haven’t I? I do my best to keep him happy-I allow him full access to the house and grounds, I let him spend as much time with my damned horses as he wants, and the sex…well…I get wet every time I think about him! At night, he’s perfect…better than perfect actually, I’m starting to think he must really be some sort of deity of fornication! I mean honestly, how does a human that young know how to give me the best fucking sex of my life?” As Rukia nearly screeched the last, Ran raised a hand and started to interject but Rukia cut her off. “So why in hell isn’t he happy? WHY? He acts like he’s just a servant during the day and I have never treated him like that! ‘Hai, Rukia-sama…whatever you like, Rukia-sama…as you wish, Rukia-sama’ she mimicked. “It’s enough to make me go insane! He has to know I don’t think of him like that but what more can I possibly do, Ran? I just don’t know what he wants! It seems like he is constantly trying to remind me that I’m paying for his time. I just want to…I want him to see me as a woman and not as a paying customer,” Rukia stammered. Her embarrassment at admitting such things was apparent but she realized that she needed Ran’s opinion.

As Rukia finished her exasperated diatribe, Rangiku was finally able to voice her thoughts, “Ahhh…Ruki-chan…well…do you want me to be honest with you?” Rukia nodded her assent and looked hopefully at the strawberry blonde. “First of all, he’s good in bed because Shihoin Yoruichi trained him to be good in bed!” As Rukia leveled a dark glare at her, Rangiku cleared her throat and gathered the nerve to continue, “He blows your mind every night because it’s his job to do so. He does see you as a paying customer because you are a paying customer. He’s a whore, Rukia…it’s just what he DOES! Now don’t get me wrong…it’s not that I don’t like Ichigo-’cause I do-I think he’s a great guy and hot damn is he nice to look at! It’s just that I don’t like seeing you turn yourself inside out like this. You’re acting like an innocent girl with a crush instead of a demon with hundreds of years’ worth of experience! Why don’t you ask yourself why you even care what this kid thinks or feels? You brought him here for one thing…sex…and he’s giving you that in spades. He is nothing more than a fuck toy, Rukia, but you’re acting like you want more than that and it really worries me!” At that Rukia’s cheeks reddened and she quickly looked away.

Ran was so focused on getting her point across that she didn’t notice Rukia’s discomfort. “Enjoy him all you want, Rukia, just don’t forget who and what he is! He has been with countless women and I’m sure he’s made them all feel exactly the same way that he is making you feel. I mean, even Yoruichi isn’t immune to him and she’s the one who taught him everything he knows!” Ran was really building up a full head of steam as she forged ahead with her personal assessment.

“You should have seen her the morning Ichi and I left for Kyoto…she was all over him like a bitch in heat. She couldn’t keep her hands off of him-every time I turned around she was either groping him, shoving her tongue down his throat, or a combination of both! I must say, I didn’t notice him putting up too much of a fight either…seriously, you should have seen how he groveled on his knees after she gave him that ridiculously expensive katana-I was surprised he didn’t take her back upstairs to give her a quick thank you session. You wanna know why a woman with her level of experience would act like this? Well, I’ll tell you! It’s all because the night before he reminded her of just how great he is at fucking! Not that you can blame her really, but anyhow, now I hope you see that he’s just …” Ran trailed off as she was suddenly assailed by the killing intent roiling off of her best friend. Rukia was standing rigidly with her gaze firmly focused on the floor. Ran’s eyes widened as her hands flew to cover her mouth-as if that action alone could undo the damage that had just inadvertently been done. “Ooohhh no… aaahhhhh…”

“Rangiku,” Rukia began in a deadly calm voice, “Are you telling me that Ichigo was with that bitch after I left him?”

“Uhhh…well…,” Ran squeaked in a small voice.

“Tell me exactly what happened, Rangiku.” Rukia’s voice was as calm as death and her gaze hadn’t wavered from the floor in front of her.

“Okay…well, when I arrived to collect Ichigo, Kenny told me that Yoruichi was still sleeping so I ran upstairs to wake her up and let her know what was going on. I sort of barged into her room-very uncharacteristically of me, I might add-anyhow, Ichigo was in there with her. I was, of course, shocked that she slept with him knowing how her husband felt about him and she informed me that Kisuke was out of town and would be gone all week so Ichigo would be safe. The rest I kind of already told you,” Ran finished sheepishly.

“Why didn’t you tell me right away?”

Ran started fidgeting at that question, “I…I didn’t want to upset you. For some reason you react…oddly…to anything involving Ichigo and I was worried you might do something… well…something crazy.”

Rukia nodded slightly still looking at the floor, “I suppose I can understand your reasoning. Could you do me a favor?” Ran nodded but looked confused at the request. “I need you to leave for the night. What I need to do requires…privacy.”

When Ran realized what she meant to do, she reached out to Rukia but stopped short at Rukia’s frosty tone, “Do not touch me, Rangiku. I need you to go. Now.”

Ran felt absolutely wretched for bringing all of this to light. She had never meant to do so and now Ichigo was going to pay for her mistake. “Rukia…you don’t want to do this. He probably couldn’t help it-I mean he does belong to her, after all. I’m sure he didn’t have any choice!”

For the first time, Rukia looked up at Rangiku and she took an unconscious step back at the malice she saw in them. “He does not belong to her. His is MINE…do you hear me? He belongs to me and no one else and that bitch will pay for touching what is mine. As for Ichigo, he must be made to understand the consequences of his actions. By this night’s end, Ichigo will understand exactly who his master is-and that Shihoin whore will understand soon enough!”