Bleach Porn Story: Mine

Chapter 31

(Pet-A Perfect Circle)

The two striking males stood tall before Rukia. They looked at each other for just a moment before Ichigo murmured, “My turn.” Grimm nodded and some silent signal must have passed between them because it was like they flipped an internal switch. Their expressions went from contemplative to molten hot in an instant. Rukia was taken aback by the change…she’d seen Ichigo like this before at Seireitei but to see them both like this? They were strong and in control-they were the masters of this domain-and they knew it. These men were the finest pleasure slaves on the continent, and tonight, they were all hers.

They were gods among men and she was meant to worship them.

That thought alone was enough to turn her insides to jelly and shake her resolve to the core. I will do the right thing. I will do the right thing. I WILL do the right thing! Rukia repeated that mantra again and again in her mind until she was sure it would stick…at least she hoped it would.

Ichigo’s eyes burned into hers as his smooth, confident voice washed over her, “Are you sure this is what you want, Rukia? Once we take control, there’s no going back and this could be…difficult for you.” His mask fell for a moment as worry creased his brow, “You’re just so fucking small, Rukia…”

Rukia licked her lips and nodded, “I’ll be okay.”

Ichigo sighed and ran a hand through his unruly hair. He regained his composure and inclined his head toward her, “Just remember…I warned you.”

He closed the distance between them and lightly rested his hand on the curve of her neck. He ran his thumb along her jaw line as he leaned down to gently graze her ear with his lips. His sensual whisper went through her overly-sensitized body like lightening, “We’re gonna make you feel so good, baby…I promise.”

She whimpered as he released her and slowly backed away. Ichigo held her gaze as he lowered himself onto one of the leather chairs. When he gave her a lust-inducing smirk, Rukia couldn’t remember her own name…not that she cared.

Ichigo glanced toward Grimmjow and gave an almost imperceptible nod. Grimm closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he returned Ichigo’s nod and made his way toward the tiny demon. Rukia was so absorbed in watching her lover, that she didn’t notice Grimm walking toward her. She actually jumped when she felt him behind her-hands on her hips.

“What’s the matter, Kuchiki? Did I scare ya?” He whispered in her ear. She tried to fight what was happening-tried to retain her sense of right and wrong-but her senses were already being overwhelmed by them. Had Ichigo always looked so damned fuckhot? Had Grimm’s voice always been this seductive? Rukia bent her head slightly when she felt his warm breath on her neck.

None of this was supposed to happen. When Rukia decided on the best course of action to make Ichigo leave her, it wasn’t supposed to go this far. She was just going to let things get started and then stop them cold, but now…well, perhaps letting them go a little further wouldn’t hurt. After all, she did still need to get some payback for Nel’s deceit.

When Grimm’s lips danced over her skin, Rukia reached behind her to pull him more firmly against her neck and gave a mental shrug, If I’m going to hell anyway…might as well enjoy the ride, right?

“I want to see her,” Ichigo said quietly without taking his eyes from her. There was no hesitation on Grimmjow’s part…he simply did as he was told. They’d played this game before and both knew it well. This time, it was Ichigo’s turn to be alpha and Grimm was fine with that. He didn’t want to control this.

Ichigo watched avidly as his friend untied the belt of her yukata. When Grimm slowly parted the garment to reveal a naked sliver of her lithe body, Ichigo took a quick indrawn breath and shifted in his seat to accommodate his growing problem. “Touch her.” His husky command was immediately obeyed. Rukia never took her eyes off Ichigo as his best friend began running his hands up and down her sides. Grimm slowly skimmed the sides of her breasts before lightly grazing their provocatively covered peaks.

Rukia couldn’t help but moan softly at this unexpectedly gentle treatment. Ichigo’s breath hitched at the sound and his eyes became pure, molten lava. His intense gaze held her in his thrall until he casually parted his shirt, leaving the majority of that beautiful torso on display for her viewing pleasure. Rukia’s body responded of its own accord as she remembered the feel of those hard muscles and smooth, tawny skin beneath her hands.

“Stop fucking around, Grimm.” Ichigo growled lowly, “I want more.”

Grimmjow’s surprising bit of gentleness ended abruptly with those words. He gripped her breasts and pulled her forcefully against him. As he began expertly manipulating her nipples with his calloused hands, Grimm bit down hard on the skin between her neck and shoulder until blood began to flow from the site. Rukia groaned, her pleasure mounting with every stroke of his skillful hands. When Rukia saw a pained look cross Ichigo’s face, she closed her eyes in shame.

Shame.

Something she’d never felt as a demon before she met him. Now, it was all she seemed to know. She’d done so much to him already and Rukia wondered how much more she could possibly do to this beautiful man before he finally broke completely. She had to stay focused on her mission-saving Ichigo from her selfishness. This night was a means to an end…the only way she could think of to make him hate her completely. It had to happen to ensure his survival…she only hoped it wasn’t too little, too late.

Rukia opened her eyes only to see that Ichigo’s vulnerable expression was gone. He couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off the single bead of crimson that moved tantalizingly slow over her collar bone, to the swell of her breast, until it stopped inside the shallow indention of her belly button.

“Enough,” Ichigo growled causing Rukia to look up in surprise…and no small amount of apprehension. Her mind was torn…part of her wanted him to end this debauchery, but the greater part of her was terrified that he would do just that.

She couldn’t have been more wrong.

When his eyes finally rose to meet hers, Rukia saw her own carnal needs reflected inside his burning golden irises. What is this? His eyes are golden but there is no black? Is this some sort of new form he achieved? Rukia’s thoughts stalled when he rose from his seat. She could almost feel the power seeping from his pores and felt herself weaken in a strange mixture of fear, desire, and anticipation.

He began walking slowly towards them-almost stalking her-and Grimmjow held her arms tightly at her side. When he felt her knees buckle a bit, Grimm held her even tighter and pulled her arms securely behind her back.

Rukia knew she could escape his firm grip at any time, but she had no desire to be free of this sensual assault. In fact, she would allow nothing to interfere with what was about to happen…she would rather die, first.

Ichigo’s resolve was surprisingly strong as he directed Grimmjow’s actions, but his calm demeanor didn’t last long. He was aroused-of that there was no question-but the second he saw Grimm’s hands on her, he felt his ardor cool in the face of his hurt. Even now, the young man wondered why he wasn’t enough for her…but his feelings were inconsequential. She was all that mattered and Ichigo needed to stay focused, so he shoved his weak thoughts and crippling feelings aside to focus on the job at hand.

That was how he had to look at this…just another job. It was the only way he could get through it. He had to stay strong. She needed this and he was going to make sure she got it. He would perform like a trained animal and then it would be over. There would be no more p
athetic cutting; he would never be weak in front of her again, and the nightmare that was his life would finally end. After this was done, she would never again need another man to satisfy her desires…he’d make sure of it.

His resolve was firm, but when he saw Grimm’s roughness and the pleasure it gave her, something shifted in him. As blood sluiced down Rukia’s body, Ichigo felt a change come over him.

He couldn’t help his reaction to such provocation…

(Drilled a Wire Through My Cheek-Blue October)

Ichigo felt the fire and primal hunger that was usually so well-hidden, rise up to the surface. His demon was begging to be released, but he kept the creature from taking over completely. This part of him was purely instinctual, and Ichigo was afraid of what he might do to Rukia or Grimm. He refused to give his demon free reign, however he was quite willing to use it. It was very dark and extremely dangerous, but if he managed it just right, it would serve all of them very well.

He finally allowed the demon some access to his mind and body, and the adrenaline rush that it gave him was insane. He no longer had to force himself to play this game…he was the motherfucking game…and he would make it as raw as the beast that clawed at his soul.

His lust for her and her lust for them was all he felt. It was all he could feel at the moment and he relished the absence of sentiment. This was what he knew. This was his element and he was prepared to bend it to his will. He would give her every dirty, filthy, vile thing she’d ever desired and then some. There would be no feelings. There would be no love.

This would be hardcore fucking…and he couldn’t wait.

As power flooded every fiber of his being, Ichigo stalked his prey. All of his senses were heightened almost painfully-he saw her hesitation, he felt her fear, but most of all, he could smell her desire. The young demon stopped mere inches from the pair and cocked his head ever so slightly. Like a curious cat, Ichigo watched Rukia squirm.

He raised his left hand and placed it lightly against the wound at her neck. His fingers slowly traced the path her blood took and Rukia’s belly quivered at the contact. When he reached her navel, he dipped a long finger inside and stroked once against that highly sensitive area. It was as though a nerve went from that spot straight to her core and her body pulsed in response. Ichigo removed his finger and immediately raised it to his lips. His tongue shot out to lap away the precious liquid before he took the entire digit into his mouth and sucked it clean. Rukia moaned and leaned unconsciously toward him but Grimmjow held her firmly against his chest.

Ichigo smiled enigmatically before returning to his previous vantage point, content to be a voyeur for now. When he spoke again, Ichigo’s voice radiated power, “Don’t you think it’s time you paid Grimm some attention?”

Ichigo’s control of the situation was undeniable and Rukia turned immediately to do his bidding. She stared straight into Grimm’s eyes and ever so slowly slid the yukata from her body. As she stood before them, naked and proud, Grimmjow pulled her close to his body. She looked up to say something, but he was too fast.

Rukia never expected him to kiss her and was caught by surprise when his smooth tongue swept over hers for the first time, but it didn’t take her long to respond. After all, he was almost as good at this as Ichigo…Ichigo. She wondered what her lover thought of them kissing and opened her eyes to find out. Rukia actually stopped breathing and her eyes went wide as she stared at him.

He was sprawled across the settee, staring at them with half-lidded eyes that simmered with lust. His chest and abs were tensed as his hands fisted in the thin pants slung low on his hips. His eyes met hers and a slow, calculating smile spread on his face as he released his grip and let his muscles relax.

Ichigo leaned back and dropped his chin to his chest as if inspecting his body. He brought his hands to his ribs and lightly traced the scars she gave him. His fingers converged in the center of his body and, with his chin still on his chest, Ichigo began covertly watching her. He never took his eyes off of Rukia as he slowly moved his hands down his belly, until he reached the top of his pants, where he paused.

Her eyes were glued to his hands as he moved them over the material barely concealing his hard on. He must have been uncomfortable with it confined like that, but he gave no indication of it. Rukia licked her lips and swallowed hard as he began to stroke himself through the thin cotton, making it grow harder. Rukia’s lower half was throbbing as she watched the show and she couldn’t wait to see what he did next.

When Ichigo unbuttoned and parted his pants, Rukia whimpered unconsciously. Grimmjow heard her and thrust his cock forcefully against her center while. Even through the clothing, his dick felt amazing and Rukia rubbed herself against him, but her eyes were completely focused on Ichigo.

The red head watched Rukia as he began sliding the pants down his hips, but he stopped for a moment. “Do you want to do it?” He asked with a quirked eyebrow. When Rukia didn’t reply right away, Ichigo decided for her, “Get over here, baby.” His smooth command was met with silence, so he sat up until his forearms were resting on his thighs. His words were soft, but the threat in them was unmistakable, “I said get the fuck over here, Rukia.”

Grimm immediately released her and when she started to walk toward him, Ichigo stopped her, “No…I want you to crawl.” Rukia hesitated for a moment before she got on her knees began crawling toward him. When she was right in front of him, Ichigo leaned forward and cupped her chin, “Are you having fun so far?” She nodded at the understatement of the century. “Good,” He chuckled darkly and kissed her cheek sweetly, “Because we’re just getting started.”

She felt drunk-intoxicated by his presence-and Ichigo knew it. He hovered around her mouth, teasing her with his scent. She was panting by the time he finally took her mouth in a searing kiss. When he ran his tongue lightly over her lips, Rukia eagerly took it inside her mouth. It seemed like forever since she’d last felt him like this and she savored every moment.

Ichigo was kissing her so deeply that Rukia felt it in her core, but it was clear that he was toying with her. When she tried to mold her body to his, Ichigo smirked and dropped his hands to her hips to hold her away from him.

She made a dissatisfied sound low in her throat and Ichigo grinned, “Don’t worry, Rukia…you’ll get more.” He leaned back and lifted his hips so that Rukia could peel the fabric from his body. She saw what he wanted and smiled, more than happy to comply with his unspoken request. When his cock was finally free, Rukia couldn’t resist grasping it with both hands.

It was Ichigo’s turn to flinch when he felt her hands on him, but he was still in complete control. He looked over her shoulder and into the eyes of his best friend. Grimm got the message and made his way toward Rukia. He dropped to his knees behind her, but did not put his hands on her.

She touched Ichigo reverently, gliding her hands up and down his shaft, clearly enjoying his body. His breathing picked up when she leaned down to taste him. Her small, pink tongue followed the same path as her hands and Ichigo tangled his hands in her hair, urging her to continue. When she finally took the thick head into her mouth, Ichigo thrust hard and hit the back of her throat. She tried to pull away but Grimm was right behind her, refusing to let her retreat. Having no other choice, Rukia swallowed and took him into her throat.

Ichigo shut his eyes and groaned with pleasure, somewhat undone as Rukia took more of him than any woman ever had. As if the look on his face wasn’t enou
gh, Grimm rewarded her good behavior with two long fingers inside her begging pussy. As he pumped his fingers into her slick center, Ichigo fucked her mouth relentlessly.

As she became more used to the size of him in her mouth, Rukia allowed him to set the pace, but she was not a passive participant. She licked and sucked his length as it glided in and out, but the parts she couldn’t fit, Rukia squeezed and stroked with her hand while she skillfully massaged his balls. She saw the ecstasy on her lover’s face as she took more and more of him and reveled in her power. Finally, it was her turn to make him burn.

Grimm began rubbing and pinching her nipples while his other hand continued to pleasure her. If her mouth wasn’t full of dick, Rukia would have been screaming in pleasure at what these men were doing to her. As it was, she could only mewl and squirm closer to their talented bodies. She felt Ichigo’s member swell impossibly harder in her mouth and he went still beneath her. She knew he was close, but before he went over the edge, Ichigo pulled out. Grimm ceased touching her at the same time and Rukia was left gasping for breath.

Panting, body glistening with sweat, Ichigo laughed breathlessly, “See why I like her so much, Grimm? This chick is fucking amazing…” Before his friend could reply, Ichigo lifted her up and laid her on the rug in front of him. “Spread those killer legs for me, baby.”

What else could she do but comply as this gorgeous creature began licking and nibbling her neck and collarbone? Rukia threw her head aside to allow him greater access and spread her legs just like he’d asked. She was immediately rewarded by his fingers on her clitoris. With every flick of that small nub, Rukia’s body jerked and more juices flowed from her willing body. After a few seconds of that, Ichigo licked his way down to her tits and Grimm knelt between her legs to begin licking, tasting, and generally driving her insane. She was certain that heaven was on the horizon and Rukia couldn’t stop watching them.

Seeing Ichigo’s tongue glide over her peaks made her ache for him, but his friend was doing one helluva job as well. Grimm was so damn hot with his head between her legs and every time that azure hair brushed her inner thighs, she was a little closer to cumming in his face. As she watched him, he never looked at her, just ate her pussy like the fucking professional that he was and then…they both just stopped.

Horny and frustrated, Rukia seemed to completely forget her earlier convictions, “What the hell? Why did you stop?” She asked in exasperation.

He just smirked at her, “Because you don’t deserve to cum, bitch.”

“What the hell do you mean? Is this a fucking game to you?” She scrambled to her feet-indignant and naked-while she looked down at their smug faces.

“Well, actually…” He drawled lazily before shrugging his broad shoulders.

Ichigo attempted to hide his grin, but she saw it and was incensed. How dare they play her for a fool? She would show them!

Moving at demon speed, Rukia ripped Grimmjow’s shirt in two, slicing his chest in the process. Grimm didn’t even flinch, clearly unimpressed by her display of power; simply raised one sexy eyebrow, “Is that all ya got, Kuchiki?”

Her low growl was his only warning before Grimmjow found himself thrown to the floor and held there by his throat. She was on her knees, straddling him, “Remember your place, boy. I could kill you in an inst-…” Her words ended with a squeak as she felt a steely grip on her throat.

“I think you are the one who should remember your place, Rukia,” Ichigo’s body was flush at her back, also straddling Grimmjow. His voice was as smooth and seductive as ever, but its malicious undertone was loud and clear, “Grimm and I are in control tonight and you’d do well to remember how easily I could hurt you, baby…” He growled menacingly, “So, don’t fuck with me.“

Rukia swallowed hard against his restrictive hand and nodded in agreement. “Now, I want you to play nice.” She took her hand away from Grimm’s throat, however Ichigo didn’t move his…merely loosened it. He glanced down at Grimm and gave a quick nod. His friend immediately began inching his hands up Rukia’s legs, effectively distracting her from the dangerous creature at her back.

“Good girl,” Ichigo whispered and slid his hand to the back of her neck and began pushing her torso toward Grimm. “You know we were only playing…we wouldn’t leave you hanging, baby.” Grimm gripped her hips, pulled her wet center against his abdominal muscles, and took one nipple into his mouth. “Yeeesss,” She gasped and started grinding against him, her earlier pique forgotten.

Ichigo grabbed her hair and pulled her back up. He forced her head to the side and licked her neck, “You like that, dirty girl?” Her helpless whimper seemed to amuse him as she shifted her hips once more, trying to relieve the pressure that was building within her. Ichigo palmed her firm breasts, kneading them and rolling the nipples before releasing them and abruptly shoving her chest down once more. Rukia braced her shaky arms on either side of Grimm’s head as he reclaimed her tits with his mouth. When Ichigo thought she was successfully distracted by his friend, he raised her bare ass up higher and slid one finger inside her dripping pussy. He began slowly moving it in and out while Grimm used his thumb to rub just above her swollen clit.

“Nnnnnuuuhhh,” Rukia moaned as two sets of hands pleasured her aching body. Grimm kept firm pressure above her clit with one thumb and slipped the other inside her, working in tandem with his friend. Rukia dug her nails into Ichigo’s firm thighs and panted as she rode both their hands.

Ichigo smiled sinfully before pulling his wet finger out and immediately slipping it inside her tight ass. Rukia gasped at the unexpected intrusion, but as he began working it in and out, it began to feel better and better. When she couldn’t take anymore stimulation, she screamed as her orgasm finally ripped through her, “Fuuuuck!”

Boneless from her exertions, Rukia attempted to lie down on Grimm’s warm chest to catch her breath, but that was not to be.

Ichigo took his finger out of her grabbed both hips to hold her steady. Before she could protest, he rammed his monster cock inside her tight pussy.

“Uuunnnngodyeeessss,” She breathed all at once before screaming again, “FUUUCK!”

As soon as he entered her luscious body, Ichigo froze. The twisted, calloused armor of his demon melted away leaving the beleaguered young man vulnerable and overwhelmed. Ichigo silently cursed himself as he felt the demon’s strength fade away and every emotion he’d previously suppressed-love, hate, jealousy, despair-all came screaming to the forefront. What the hell was he thinking? It was always too intense between them and his control over his demon was tenuous at best, but it didn’t matter. The untimely return of his accursed weakness didn’t change a damn thing. Ichigo would still fuck her like an animal and hold her down for Grimm to do the same, only now…it was gonna hurt like a bitch.

Fuck it.

I can still give her what she wants.

He almost had himself under control again when the unthinkable happened. Inpatient and dripping with need, Rukia took matters into her own hands. She shoved her body backwards until his cock hit her womb and began using her silky sheathe to milk him dry. Ichigo’s eyes went wide, his muscles rigid as he fought to stay sane from her provocative movements. He panted to stave off his impending orgasm, “You’ve gotta stop or I’m gonna…” Rukia merely picked up the pace until he finally had to pull out or risk her fun ending too soon.

“Noooo,” Rukia keened as he slid his length from her body. He sat back on his knees to stare at her pretty, wet pussy and tried to catch his breath. The sight did nothing to quell his
desire.

He watched as Grimm slipped three fingers inside her and tweaked her clit with his thumb. Noble intentions long forgotten, Rukia gripped his shoulders and rode his hand hard. When he saw his friend’s long fingers inside her and Rukia so clearly enjoying it, it hurt, but Ichigo refused to give into his weakness. She was begging incoherently, desperate to cum, and Ichigo decided to end her suffering.

In defiance of his own mind, Ichigo rejoined the fray. “Fuck it,” He breathed out and dropped low to slide his tongue inside her. Grimm removed his fingers and Rukia moaned when she felt Ichigo’s tongue there. It was as though he hadn’t tasted her in months and like a starving man set before a feast, Ichigo couldn’t get enough of her. He buried his tongue inside her tight opening before sliding it up her slit and back down again, over and over. While Ichigo worked her over with his tongue, Grimm rubbed hard on her sensitive clit.

Rukia was shaking uncontrollably from their ministrations and dropped to her forearms to steady herself. She’d forgotten exactly how good Ichigo really was at driving her insane with his mouth…If Grimm was a pro, Ichigo was a fucking master.

“I-Ichigo…pleeeaaase,” she moaned.

“What do you want, baby?” He goaded as he continued his assault. He took mercy on her as she whimpered from his insatiable onslaught, “Its okay, baby… I already know.”

“Uuunnnnhhhh…f-fuuuuck!” She screamed as Ichigo finished her off. It was so intense that her juices shot into his mouth. As she rode out her orgasm, Ichigo licked and swallowed every drop.

When she was finished, Ichigo sat up on his knees and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. Determined to see this to its conclusion, he kissed her smooth back and returned to his seat on the couch. With his friend gone, Grimmjow sat up suddenly and moved her onto his lap. She flinched when his barely-covered erection pressed hard against her sensitive clit, but the sensation lasted only a moment before the glorious human lifted her, quickly and easily moving her beneath him.

As he settled his large frame between her thighs, Rukia felt extremely small and vulnerable. She was undoubtedly stronger than him, but Rukia knew that Ichigo would shut her down if she tried to take over, so her strength really wasn’t a factor. That wasn’t very reassuring to a woman who liked to be in charge, but it was really fucking hot. So here she was, naked and spread out beneath a sadist who openly despised her…and so fucking horny that she didn’t give a damn about it.

Grimmjow began a slow, methodical perusal of the woman beneath him. From her shiny, black hair to her perfectly formed toes, he examined the demon. She was tiny, much smaller than he preferred, but perfectly formed…and that really pissed him off. He wanted to find fault with her, but he couldn’t. Grimm could well understand how his friend became entranced by this she-devil…she was fucking beautiful…not that he’d ever tell her that. His ice-cold eyes finally met hers and Rukia shivered from the malice she saw in them, “You’re still a fuckin’ bitch.”

Rukia could only look for a moment at the flesh that was slightly smaller than Ichigo’s before it plunged into her soaking center. The air rushed out of her lungs as he thrust powerfully inside her. When he found his rhythm, Rukia felt that familiar burn begin in the pit of her stomach. As Grimm angled his hips and hit her just right, Rukia couldn’t help but compare him to Ichigo.

They were so alike-both of them knew exactly what to do to bring a woman to her knees-but Grimmjow was missing that certain something that made Ichigo so irresistible. Whereas she could enjoy Grimm once or twice, Rukia knew she’d be done with him after that…She would never tire of Ichigo.

As his best friend fucked his woman, Ichigo looked on with a sort of sick fascination and his cock swelled in response. He didn’t know whether to be grateful to his traitorous body’s automatic reaction, or disgusted by it. While he watched Grimm’s dick slid in and out of her, Ichigo was torn between jealousy and lust. He did his best to ignore the former and allow the latter to consume him.

Ecstasy played across her stunning face before she opened her eyes to stare straight at him. Ichigo never broke eye contact as he wrapped a hand around the base of his painfully hard cock and stroked to the head and back. Rukia licked her lips when Ichigo began pumping his cock in time to his friend’s thrusts. Ichigo gave her a lazy smile and she dug her claws into Grimm’s back.

He gritted his teeth as pain shot through him, but the human didn’t miss a beat. His orgasm was building and Grimm was desperate to stay in control, so he turned his head and gritted his teeth. He didn’t want to give this slut the satisfaction of cumming first, so he thought of everything he could to keep from giving in. In doing so, he accidentally did the one thing he’d steadfastly avoided since this fiasco began…he looked at Nel.

Her eyes glistened with tears that would not fall, but her face was stoic. When she noticed his eyes on her, Nel’s face softened and she gave him a small, sad smile. Grimmjow closed his eyes, shamed to the core by her unfailing love, and stilled inside Rukia. He took a few deep breaths before deciding that it was time to end this. He couldn’t stop because of Ichigo, but he didn’t have to draw it out…and he didn’t have to cum inside of her. That was for Nel and he wouldn’t share that part of himself with this witch.

His decision made, Grimmjow rolled over and let the little whore be on top. She gasped for a moment as more of him filled her, but recovered quickly. Rukia put her hands on his chest and began moving slowly at first. Her small, pale breasts bounced as she rode him faster and Ichigo licked his lips at the sight. He caught Grimm’s eye and knew that his friend was ready for this to end, and Ichigo agreed. He’d already asked too much of him…

Ichigo got to his knees on the floor behind Rukia and watched her ass rise and fall. He was scared that he would hurt her, but apparently she wanted this, so he would do it.

Grimm pulled out a little and Ichigo slipped two fingers inside to get them wet before his friend went back inside her.

Rukia was mindless with need, so when Ichigo pressed his fingers against her ass, she didn’t pull away. Normally, she’d be afraid of that feeling, but tonight, she was without inhibition. Rukia shoved back against his hand and one finger slid inside. Even that small bit of stimulation had her wanting to cum again, but Ichigo wasn’t finished. He began moving that finger and then added another. He scissored them, stretching her tight ass to prepare her for what would happen as Grimmjow plowed her pussy.

Rukia didn’t think she’d ever been this horny and was begging them to end her torment, but still he stretched her. After a few minutes, Ichigo was still worried about her, but he didn’t think he could take much more. “Grimm,” It was all he had to say for his friend to pull out completely and allow Ichigo to take his place. Ichigo pumped into her wet heat a few times until he was sure his dick was wet enough. The instant he pulled out, he placed his head at her entrance and began pushing inside.

Rukia stiffened when she felt his huge cock at her entrance. When he began pushing forward, Rukia felt like her ass was on fire. She whined and attempted to pull away, but Ichigo was determined. He held her hips tight and kept pressure against her until his head finally popped past the tight ring of muscle.

She was so tight around him that Ichigo thought he might lose his mind. He immediately thought of that night he’d raped her and even though he couldn’t remember it, guilt washed over him in waves. If she was in this much pain now, he couldn’t imagine the agony he must have caused her. Mentally shaking those thoughts away, Ichigo focused on the present.

There were tears pooling in her eyes, but as soon as Grimm re-entered her slick pussy, Rukia was ready to go. Even in pain, she was clearly enjoying herself. As Grimm fucked her slowly, she moaned and tried to move but Ichigo was not yet ready to continue. He could stop her hips from moving, but there was nothing he could do about her ass squeezing his cock. That delicious torture combined with the sensation of Grimmjow rubbing him through the thin skin that separated their dicks was enough to drive Ichigo insane, but somehow he kept it together.

Ichigo could see that she was close. He could feel her body tremble around him as she approached the precipice of her orgasm and when Rukia was on the very edge, Ichigo decided that enough was enough. He began to slowly fill her incredibly tight passage. Grimm quickly got the message and began fucking her harder.

Rukia was dying. She was sure of it.

Grimmjow felt amazing inside of her, but when she felt Ichigo penetrating her at the same time, every coherent thought she’d ever had flew out the window. It was like white-hot lightening shot through her body and it was the most exquisite agony she’d ever experienced. She wanted to rip and claw at the man beneath her, but Rukia knew that could kill him and managed to stay motionless. All she could do was bite out expletives mixed with praise of the glorious beings that were giving her things she never thought she wanted.

Ichigo pushed and pushed until he couldn’t go any further and then stilled, allowing her time to adjust to his size. Rukia was actually reveling in the painful pleasure and started squirming and begging him to move, “Ichig-aaaahhh…pleeeaaase!” When he complied, she couldn’t contain her gratitude, “Yes…yes! Holy, sweet, merciful…fuck! Nnnaaaahhhh…fuck me harder!” He did.

They both stroked in and out of her, relentless in their attack…and Rukia was in heaven. She could only mumble incoherently as she was filled more thoroughly than she ever thought possible. Ichigo’s huge cock swelled inside her ass and Rukia gasped in response. She looked into Grimm’s face and saw a look of intense concentration as he struggled against his release. When he caught her eye, he growled and pushed even harder into her.

“Fucking hell, Grimm,” Ichigo gasped at the increased pressure and nearly lost his own battle. Both of them were under control again and Grimm decided he’d had enough. Her leaned up and took one pert nipple into his mouth and sucked it hard. The sensation shot straight to her pussy and Rukia’s body arched like a bow. Ichigo took advantage of her position and pushed even further inside of her while Grimm started stroking her wet clit.

She couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe. She sure as fuck couldn’t move as she exploded from the strongest orgasm she’d ever had. As she rocked and screamed profanities, Rukia’s body squeezed both of them relentlessly, determined to drag them into the depths of ecstasy with her.

“Fuck, motherfucking hell!” Grimm gasped and tried to push her off of him before he completely lost his shit. Ichigo knew what was going on and lifted her completely off his friend, but he wasn’t done with her yet. As Grimm stumbled and grabbed his discarded pants, Ichigo pulled out of Rukia long enough to lay her on her back. With her eyes closed, she whimpered at the loss of contact, but she didn’t have long to wait.

As soon as she was down, he settled between her legs and pushed his dick inside her ass again. Rukia’s eyes shot open in surprise as she was clearly expecting it to be over. Ichigo smirked at her as he began slowly pumping in and out of her. As his thrusts increased in strength and frequency, Rukia dug her claws into his sweaty shoulders. Ichigo grunted as he felt her ripping into his skin and smiled at the familiar sensation. He leaned down to suckle one pale breast as he slid three fingers inside her neglected pussy.

Tears fell from Rukia’s eyes as her overly sensitive body was ravaged once more. He had to be the most talented sonuva bitch on the planet because he never skipped a beat. As he drilled her ass so hard Rukia was sure she’d never be able to sit again, his fingers were sliding in and out of her slick pussy, rubbing her g-spot with each pass.

There was so much heat, so much sweat, and so much fucking stimulation, Rukia couldn’t stand it. “I-Ichigo!” She pulled him to her and bit down hard on his neck as her body pulsed around his yet again. This time, Ichigo couldn’t hold out. She moaned and squirmed as she felt his hot cum finally fill her ass.

When their bodies stopped jerking, Ichigo leaned up on his forearms looked at her with tired eyes. He gave her a cautious but beautiful smile before dipping down to kiss her gently. When they parted, he closed his eyes with a sigh and put his cheek against hers as he whispered, “I love you.”

(The Last Remaining Light-Audioslave)

Those three words brought reality crashing back into the small demon and she closed her eyes from the pain. She may have completely ruined her original plan, but the end result had to stay the same…it was time to make him hate her. Rukia hadn’t wanted things to go this far, but Ichigo was right…once they started, there really was no going back. She was a completely selfish creature and this was just another glaring example of why she couldn’t keep him.

She would ruin him.

Rukia allowed herself a few seconds to bask in his adoration as she ran her hands through his silky hair. He grabbed her tighter and made a contented noise and Rukia knew that it was time. This had to be done as quickly and painlessly as possible, but he had to know that there was no chance for them.

Rukia gripped his hair painfully and pulled his head away from her. His bewildered eyes met her hard ones as she shoved him away. “R-Rukia…what’s wrong?”

She stood quickly and pulled on her discarded yukata before she finally turned back to her young lover. He was on his knees, gloriously unashamed of his body as he tried to gauge her mood. “What’s wrong?” She bit out angrily. “What do you think is wrong, Ichigo?”

Rukia noticed that Grimmjow had made his way back to Nel and both of them were watching her closely. “I don’t know. I don’t understand…”

“What is there to understand, Ichigo?” She said as she walked to stand before him, “You say you love me, but that’s a fucking lie!”

He shook his head as he hurried to correct her, “N-No, it’s not a lie! I do love you…more than anything! That’s why I…” He swallowed hard, “That’s why we did this…because you said you needed it to move on.”

She laughed in his face, the sound cold and hollow. “I was testing you,” She hissed. “What man would willingly share the woman he loves? No one…that’s how I know you’re a lying bastard!”

Ichigo didn’t know what to think, all he could do was stare at her incredulously as he tried to form the words for his defense, “No, you’re wrong…I only did this because you wanted it! Y-You said it was the only way for us to be together-that you couldn’t forgive me any other way.” Desperation was seeping into his voice as she was seemingly unmoved by his words. He gripped his hair nervously as he spoke, “Rukia, do you think I wanted him touching you? I hated it…I fucking hated it!” He stood and grabbed her upper arms as he attempted to convince her, “I tried…I tried so hard to be strong for you and I almost lost it so many times, but I held it together because I thought it was what you wanted…and I did it! I fucking did it and now…I don’t understand why you’re saying this.”

She stared pointedly at his hands until he got the message and released her. Her eyes raked his naked body and Ichigo shivered from the chill in them. “Get some clothes on, Ichigo. The way you parade your body before them sickens me.”

Ichigo flinched away from the venom i
n her eyes and looked around for his pants, allowing the mundane task to occupy his turbulent mind for a moment. When he found them and could stall no longer, slipped them on and turned to Rukia once more.

Before he could speak, Rukia’s imperious words cut him to the fucking bone, “I’m done with you, Ichigo.” She appeared annoyed by his wounded expression. In actuality, she was sickened by herself. Rukia pressed on, determined to do the right thing for once in her miserable existence, “There’s no doubt that you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had, but you’re not worth the aggravation.”

Ichigo’s head snapped back at the harsh words and he swallowed the lump of dread forming in his throat. “What do you mean?” He practically whispered.

Rukia sighed and her expression seemed to soften, “Don’t you understand? First of all, I can’t trust you and second…you’re just too fucked up. I’m done with you, Ichigo. I want you and your sisters to pack what you can carry and get the hell out of my house.”

Ichigo was stricken by her words, “W-What? No, p-please, no…don’t do this baby. Please, don’t do this!” He dropped to his knees and grabbed her hands in supplication. Rukia pulled free, walked past him and around her desk. She opened a drawer and began rifling through papers as the other three occupants of the room stared at her with equal parts of confusion.

She threw a set of keys on the desk, “The key to Nel’s chains is on there. When I’m gone, unchain her and all of you get the hell out of my house.” When she found the documents she’d been searching for, Rukia held them up. “These papers prove my ownership of you.” As they stared on in disbelief, Rukia ripped the documents in two. “Now you’re free.”

“No,” He whispered as he watched her destroy the papers. “Please, Rukia…I’ll do anything you want. You want to hurt me, right? Do it! Beat me until I can’t fucking move. I won’t fight back, I swear! Whatever you want, I’ll do it. Just…please don’t make me leave!”

“Ichigo!” Grimm shouted as he rushed to his friend’s side, “Shut the fuck up! You don’t know what you’re saying.” Ichigo kept his eyes trained on Rukia. “I know exactly what I’m saying,” He growled as he finally looked at his friend.

“No, you don’t!” Grimm said angrily as he dropped to his knees and grabbed both sides of Ichigo’s face, “This is a good thing! All the bullshit she put you through,” He swallowed hard and glanced at Nel, “What she fucking forced us to do tonight…it’s all worth it because she’s letting you go. She’s finally doing something right, Ichi…You’re finally free!”

Ichigo completely ignored his friend’s passionate entreaties and stared past his head and into Rukia’s emotionless eyes. “She will always own me.” He said it with such conviction that it shook her to the core. He couldn’t feel this way. She had to make him hate her…forever.

“You said anything, Ichigo?” Rukia said as she wallowed in self-hatred, “You would do anything to stay with me?”

His expression never wavered as he nodded his head. Rukia forced a smirk onto her face, “Really? Somehow I don’t believe you…but alright, I’ll play along. There is something that could prove your devotion to me without any doubt.” As he watched her warily, Rukia prepared to destroy all the love in those beautiful eyes, “I want Grimm to fuck you.”

“You miserable, sick, fucking cunt!” Grimmjow was still on his knees next to his friend as he railed at her, but Rukia kept her eyes on Ichigo. “Ichigo, let’s get the hell outta here…this bitch is crazy!”

Every bit of light faded from his eyes and Ichigo’s head dropped to his chest as if he was suddenly too weary to hold it up. “I can’t…” He whispered quietly.

Rukia assumed he was talking to her and nodded in understanding, “I know…now, I want all of you out of here within the hour.” When she stood to leave, Ichigo finally lifted his head. She wanted to comfort him, to tell him that she would never want him to do something like that, but instead she just kept walking. As she reached for the door handle, Rukia heard him call her name and turned automatically.

What came next seemed to happen in slow motion. Ichigo never took his eyes off her as he grabbed Grimm by the back of the head and crashed their lips together. The blue haired man’s eyes flew wide open at the unexpected contact and when Rukia saw it, her back crashed into the door. Ichigo’s eyes kept her in their thrall as he forced his friend to submit to him and Rukia couldn’t have looked anywhere else if she tried.

She wanted to be disgusted by what she saw, but instead, she was disgusted by her body’s response to it. At first, Grimmjow was struggling hard, but there was no way he could get free from Ichigo’s iron grip…and Rukia saw the second he stopped trying. The hands that were pushing against Ichigo’s solid chest were now curling against him.

Ichigo finally broke eye contact with Rukia when he pulled away from his friend. He stared for a moment before he slanted his head and ran his tongue along Grimm’s lips.

Grimmjow didn’t like men.

During his short life, he had to fuck and be fucked by whoever paid him, but he hated it. Every single time.

Ichigo was different. At first, he only saw him as a little brother and tried to take care of him. As they grew closer, Grimmjow started having unusual thoughts about his young friend…disturbing thoughts. The older male shoved those things down deep inside, shamed to the core to ever think such things about Ichigo. That first night the young man joined him and Nel, Rukia was right…it was all he could do to keep from touching him. Ever since then, Grimm struggled with his feelings, but Ichigo never knew. He was so fucking careful to never let his friend know. He didn’t want to scare him…ruin him. What the fuck ever…Grimm was just afraid he’d lose him forever and that was the one thing he couldn’t take. There was no question that he loved Nel, but it was his need to protect Ichigo that finally forced him to go with her.

Now, his best friend was kissing him and Grimmjow was about to lose his fucking mind. He knew it was for her, but it didn’t seem to matter anymore. Ichigo’s skin was hot and slick beneath his hands and Grimm wanted to feel every inch of it. When he felt Ichigo’s tongue on his lips, he groaned in surrender and opened his mouth.

Ichigo’s grip on his head loosened when he saw that he wasn’t fighting anymore. Grimm took over at that point and tangled his hands in Ichigo’s hair as he deepened the kiss. He started walking, pushing Ichigo backwards until his knees hit the desk and he fell onto it.

Rukia spared a glance at Nel and saw that she was in a similar state of shock. Both women’s eyes were wide open as they stared at the erotic picture the men presented. Grimm was pushing Ichigo back onto the desk, and as the kiss deepened, his hands were roaming all over Ichigo’s body. She assumed Ichigo was enjoying everything…until he looked at her. Rukia had never seen eyes so devoid of life…

Ichigo was gone.

She had to stop this…this was the one thing she couldn’t do to him. She could never hurt him like this. “Stop it…” She said hoarsely. The words could barely be heard, but Rukia was amazed that she was able to choke them out at all.

Too far gone to care what the fuck she was saying, Grimm ignored her and slid his hand down Ichigo’s abdomen.

His dull, amber eyes never wavered as Ichigo moved and responded automatically to Grimmjow. When Grimm’s hands dipped inside his waistband, Rukia took action.

She sonidoed to Grimm and ripped him away from Ichigo. “That’s enough!”

Grimm growled at her, “What the fuck are you doing? This is what you wanted!”

Rukia said nothing, just pointed at Ichigo. Grimm’s blue eyes blazed briefly…until he saw his friend’s vacant expression. “What the fuck…Ichigo, are you okay?”

“I’m fine
…why’d you stop?” Ichigo shrugged and smiled. He looked so at ease and so fucking sexy, Rukia thought for a moment that she’d imagined everything. Then she saw behind the smile…and her Ichigo wasn’t there.

When he moved toward Grimm again, Rukia stepped in his way. “I said that’s enough, Ichigo. It’s obvious that if you do this, it will break you and I don’t want that.” He looked like he was about to protest, so Rukia put the final nail in the coffin, “I tried to be nice about this but…I’m really done with you. I only told you to fuck your friend because I thought you wouldn’t do it. That you would is a glaring example of just how incredibly weak you really are.” Ichigo dropped his head and closed his eyes, taking everything she threw at him. “Take what you can carry and get out, Ichigo. I’ll send everything else later. I need a man that I can screw without worrying about destroying his fucking mind…I don’t want this anymore.” And the grand finale… “I don’t want you anymore.”

(Space Bound-Eminem)

“No,” It was said quietly but the finality in his voice bothered Rukia.

“What do you mean, ‘no’?” Rukia asked carefully.

He raised his head and Rukia took a step back. His eyes were no longer vacant… they were black and gold and filled with rage. “I mean I’m not going any fucking place and neither are you. I’m staying right here.” He began advancing and Rukia was backing slowly away, suddenly unsure of what he would do. She was deathly afraid of how calm he was acting. She didn’t like this Ichigo…he was all demon right now, and Rukia had no chance of defending herself against him.

Grimmjow took the opportunity to snatch the keys and run to Nel. As he worked to free her, he looked back at Ichigo and what he saw scared the fuck out of him.

Ichigo had Rukia against the wall with one large hand was wrapped around her throat. As the smaller demon flailed about and tried to take a breath, Ichigo wore what could only be deemed a sweet smile on his demonic face. Grimm had never seen Ichigo like this and with his fangs bared so close to Rukia’s throat, anything could happen.

It wasn’t that Grimm would mourn the bitch’s loss but…Ichigo would. Once this rage was out of his system, Ichigo would never forgive himself if he hurt that slut…and Grimm knew what would happen, and he refused to see his friend walk that dark and lonely path. “Hurry, Grimm,” Nel whispered. His surprise must have registered on his face because Nel answered without his having to ask, “I recovered my ability to speak a few minutes ago…I just couldn’t bear to say anything.”

He looked down shamefully, “Nel, I’m so fucking sorry. It’s just…I just couldn’t…”

“Shhhh…It’s okay, Grimm. It doesn’t matter, love. All that matters right now is that Ichigo needs our help. He’s not in his right mind.” Grimm nodded and went back to finding the correct key.

“Did you honestly think I would ever let you go, let alone see you with another man?” Ichigo asked it conversationally, like they were discussing the weather. His next words were said with equal gentility, however there was such malice beneath them that his intent could not be mistaken, “You may not want me anymore, Rukia, but I’ll be damned if anyone else has you. I’d rather see you fucking dead than with another man. Who is it, anyway? That skinny, fucking prick, Ulquiorra?” As he spoke, his hand tightened convulsively.

He appeared contemplative for a moment as he cocked his head to the side and watched her face turn dark red, “It is, isn’t? You want that pussy? Why, baby…why would you choose him over me?” Rukia tried to shake her head, but Ichigo tightened his grip and growled, “What’s the matter, Rukia? Are you scared?” Rukia tried to say something, to move, anything, but his grip was too strong. He leaned until his lips were next to her ear and whispered, “Don’t worry, baby, it’ll all be over soon.” He kissed her cheek softly and pressed his body against hers to hold her still. “Shhh…Its ok, as soon as you’re gone, I’ll be right behind you, baby.” As he squeezed even harder, Ichigo kissed all over her hypoxemic face, “I promise.”

Rukia was on the verge of passing out when the door to her office flew open, “Rukia, I couldn’t find Ichigo, but-… what the FUCK is going on?” Rangiku’s eyes swept around the room and saw Grimm trying frantically to free Nel before she noticed Ichigo and Rukia against the wall. At first, she thought they were embracing but when she saw what was happening, she flew towards them. She was doing her best to get Ichigo off of Rukia but he was too damn strong, “Ichigo! Ichigo, stop it! STOP!” She screamed as she tried to pull him by the neck, choke him, whatever she could, but nothing was working.

(Let It Go-Blue October)

Finally, Grimm got Nel free and she ran to assist Rangiku. Nel had been weakened by Rukia’s kidou, and while she was still insanely strong, she was no match for Ichigo’s fury. He threw both of them off without loosening his grip one bit. He didn’t spare them a glance as he spoke, “This is for the best…it’s what we both want, so leave us the fuck alone.”

Nel didn’t want to go all out, but Ichigo wasn’t leaving her much choice. There was no way she’d let Ichigo kill himself…no way in hell. As he used his free hand to caress Rukia’s unconscious face, Nel said three quiet words, “Black despair…enslave.” From Nel’s outstretched hand, something resembling black, thorn-covered vines shot toward Ichigo. They wrapped quickly around his entire body, causing Ichigo to lose his grip on Rukia. As she fell to the ground, the large demon let out a scream of rage before he too, fell to the ground. The more he struggled, the tighter the vines became and the deeper the thorns dug into his skin. Still, he refused to stop fighting.

Nel and Grimm ran to his side while Rangiku saw to Rukia. “Ichigo…stop fighting it and the pain will stop,” Nel said desperately.

“Do you think I give a fuck about pain?” He asked incredulously. “Fuck the pain!”

“Ichigo,” Grimm tried to reason with him, “Stop it, you’re hurting yourself for nothing.”

Blood oozed from the hundreds of thorns embedded in his skin, but Ichigo wasn’t fazed. “Is it for nothing, Grimm? Maybe you’d rather be the one to hurt me?” At Grimm’s guilty expression, Ichigo laughed humorlessly. “I know you want to hurt me, brother, so why don’t you just do it already?”

“Ichigo, I…I just…” Grimm couldn’t come up with any words to convey his regret, but it wouldn’t have mattered.

“You just, what? You just want to fuck me like everyone else?” Ichigo almost choked on the words. “Well hell, brother, why didn’t you say so years ago? Yoruichi woulda loved that shit.”

“Ichigo,” Nel interrupted sternly, “That’s enough.”

“Fuck you, Nel…it’s enough when I say it’s enough. Didn’t you hear? I’m not a fucking slave anymore so no one can tell me what to do…now let me GO!” Ichigo renewed his struggles and cried out in pain and frustration when the vines tightened, “FUUUUCK!”

After finally exhausting himself, Ichigo lay facing the wall as his blood slowly leaked from his wounds. Rukia had woken up shortly after he released her and heard every bit of his rage-fueled words. She cringed to see him hurt, yet again, because of her. Could she really blame him for finally losing it? After everything she’d just put him through? Of course not…she could never blame him.

Everyone was quiet; each one of them unsure what to say in the face of Ichigo’s lost control. Even Rangiku was uncharacteristically silent as she held Rukia’s limp hand. After a few minutes, Nel finally spoke up, “Ichigo, are you okay?”

For a while, they didn’t think he would say anything when he suddenly sighed, “Yeah, Nel…I’m okay.” She walked around him and knelt down to stare into his eyes. She let out a relieved breath when she
saw that his demon form was gone.

Nel muttered the release command and the vines disappeared. Ichigo sat up as Nel efficiently healed his numerous, small wounds. “Thanks, Neli,” He said softly.

She smiled and gently touched his face, “I’m sorry, Ichi, but I couldn’t let you…”

“I know,” He interrupted with a small smile, “Thank you for stopping me.” His eyes shifted briefly to Rukia. When he saw the welts forming on her neck, he looked quickly away, “Rukia…I’m so sorry.” He closed his eyes and rubbed them tiredly. “I don’t know what I was thinking…I never wanted to hurt you.” His voice broke over the last word. “I’ll do what you want…the girls and I will go with Nel and Grimm. I think it would be best for everyone.”

Rukia closed her eyes and shook her head, “Yes, it would be for the best.”

Ichigo glanced briefly toward his friends, “Grimm, Nel…I-I’m sorry…for everything. I know I don’t have any right to ask you, but, could we…?”

“You don’t have to ask that, Ichi,” Nel said with a smile, “You and your sweet sisters are always welcome in our home.”

He nodded his thanks and looked slightly more upbeat, “Okay then. Do you guys mind helping Karin and Yuzu gather what they’ll need?”

“No problem,” Nel muttered kindly.

“I just need to get a few things out of my…Rukia’s room. I’ll meet you in front of the house in about 15 minutes, ok?” Nel and Grimm agreed and filed out, happy to leave the room where they’d experienced such upheaval. Before he walked out for good, Ichigo walked to where Rukia was sitting and crouched down in front of her. When he reached out to touch the angry line at her throat, Rukia flinched involuntarily. Ichigo immediately withdrew his hand, “I’m sorry…so fucking sorry.”

As he turned and walked toward the door, Rukia called out, “Ichigo, wait!” He stopped in his tracks as she pulled away from Ran and walked up behind him. She slipped her slender arms around his bare middle and laid her cheek on his back, “I’m the one whose sorry…I’ll miss you.” When she placed a kiss on his smooth skin, Ichigo gently lifted her arms from him and walked out of her reach. Just before he walked out the door, he paused briefly and whispered, “I’ll love you forever.” With those words, he was gone.

~X~

(Hurt-Nine Inch Nails)

Ichigo walked down the hall without seeing anything. When he reached the door, he opened and closed it quietly behind him. His eyes took in every detail, knowing that this would be the last time he’d ever see the room they’d made so much love in. When his eyes fell on the bed, Ichigo grimaced to think about all the men who would come after him. He decided to stop looking and get what he came for.

Ichigo walked purposefully toward the armoire where most of his personal items were stored. He reached inside and removed a single item. Once he retrieved it, Ichigo turned around and walked to the center of the room, never taking his eyes off of it.

It’s time. Today, I lost everything within me that I held dear. My heart, my soul, and what little honor I ever had…It’s all gone. Ichigo’s mind could barely comprehend all that he’d done this day and he struggled with the crushing weight of his guilt. There is nothing inside of me anymore…I’m just an empty shell. I’m dead-I’ve been that way for so long-and there is nothing I can do to change it. I thought she could help me, change me, make me better somehow…but no one can do that. Like she said, I’m just too fucked up.

As he unwrapped the silk binding, Zangetsu’s black blade gleamed in the late afternoon sun. It really is beautiful, He thought objectively. So beautiful, but deadly-just like her. I hope she keeps it when I’m gone…I hope she looks at it and thinks fondly of our brief time together.

Ichigo let the silk fall to the ground and turned the long katana until the point was just below his breastbone, facing up toward his heart. It was too long for him to grip the handle, so Ichigo held the blade reverently in his bare hands, every cut he received a badge of honor to his beleaguered mind. He gripped it tighter as his thoughts spiraled out of control… Rukia naked in the bed, on the horse, in the meadow…looking at me with those beautiful eyes and telling me she loves me…I’ll never forget that. I’ll never fucking forget that. His eyes hardened as he thought back on this disastrous day…Rukia, naked and fucking my best friend…Both of us fucking her…Rukia being disgusted by me and my eternal weakness…My hands around her throat, the life leaving her beautiful eyes… the fear in those eyes when I reached for her. The sharp blade sliced easily through his fragile skin, reveling in the pain that was his way of atoning for the things he’d done wrong. I know the girls will be safe with Nel, and Grimm will protect them with his life. Deeper, ever deeper, the blade sank into flesh as flashes of his short life flashed by. Mom and dad…I miss you so much. Why did you have to leave us? We needed you. We needed you so fucking much. Karin, Yuzu…I’m sorry. I’m sorry because I have to leave you too. Ichigo let the tears fall from his eyes, unashamed by them for once. They were for his family. Nel, Grimm…Please forgive me for what I’ve done to you both…and for what I’m doing now. I love you both. His strength was fading fast as his faithful companion moved slowly, agonizingly through his body. I’ll miss you all…more than you’ll ever know. No longer able to hold himself up, Ichigo sank to his knees. The ground pushed Zangetsu even further into his chest, until his heart was pierced. With unfocused eyes, Ichigo watched his blood spill for the last time. As crimson covered his hands and pooled at his feet, Ichigo felt serene and blessedly numb.

He could no longer see. He could no longer hear. He no longer felt anything. Ichigo was finally at peace. His last thought before welcoming death’s cold embrace was of her…always her:

I will love you forever…Rukia.