CherryWolfChan Works

Two yaois

Sun, 25 May 2008 15:33:54 GMT

Title: Didn't Need to Know
Fandom: Ghost Hound
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Makoto/Masayuki

“Ah...Ahh!”
“Shut up!”

He arched off the bed and into the hips of the man above him. Makoto grunted as he strengthened his hold on the tanned hips. He felt sweat bead on his brow as he thrust against him. If someone had told him before all of this that he'd be having sex with this idiot, he'd probably kill them. But here he was, smashing his hips into Masayuki's own.
“Ah, Makoto!”

Makoto grunted in return, closing his eyes.

--

School had always been the same. Makoto never showed, and when he did it was always a shock and random. Today wasn't one of those days either.
Nakajima Masayuki had gotten use to it. And though he felt a kinship toward him and Tarou, the more days Makoto missed, the less he noticed his absences and would leave with Michio without so much as a thought about the Ohgami boy.

But today, though Makoto wasn't at school, was different. Masayuki and Michio left together, talking it up until Makoto stood in their way. Masayuki merely stared at the glaring boy, as if they were having a silent conversation. Michio was left confused as the two of them walked off together. Masayuki questioned him as they moved onward. Makoto eventually had enough and told him to shut up.

And then he kissed him.

--

And that brought them here. Masayuki laying beneath him panting. The two of them had taken it slowly at first. Vigorous make outs turned into forceful ones. Everything Makoto did was with force. And then hands became active Masayuki had initiated in the first place. While Makoto had been devouring his lips, Masayuki's hands became bold and had taken refugee in Makoto's pants, sliding up and down the other boy.

Makoto must have liked it, for the next time he guided the other's hands there. Step by step their meetings intensified. The jerking, the ass-kneading, the sucking... and soon they began grinding against each other's bare skin. It wasn't too long after that when Makoto's fingers became curious and now... now Masayuki was on his hands and knees, Makoto bent over him.

When they were intimate like this, Masayuki loved making noise, but Makoto would rather have it quiet. And though it appeared that they couldn't agree on anything, there was one thing they could agree on.

Tarou didn't need to know.

Masayuki gasped as Makoto managed to hit him in just the right spot. Makoto grunted and aligned himself to make sure he was hitting the spot over and over. Masayuki shuddered as he ran his hands over his manhood. Almost there...

Makoto pulled out, causing Masayuki to cry out in protest. He turned him over, something new, and yanked his legs over his shoulders, placing his own on his thighs.

Masayuki let out another cry as Makoto began to pound mercilessly into him, hitting his g-spot every so often. Masayuki shuddered as he pulled Makoto for a passionate kiss as he climaxed. Makoto wrenched himself away but didn't move to get off of Masayuki yet.

He glared down at the boy, panting down at him.
“Idiot.”
Masayuki couldn't help but grin.
(TBC)

--

Title: Skin Shouldn't Taste So Sweet
Fandom: Gintama
Pairing: Gintoki/Shinpachi
Rating: NC-17

It was another hot day in the yorozuya, the three occupants sweating from head to toe. Shimura Shinpachi held a paper fan, fanning himself with it, Sakata Gintoki was stretched out on the couch, his head hanging over the side as he stared up at the ceiling while Kagura was attached to the fan. The fan had been replaced roughly about three times now, and each time had been harder than the first. But air conditioning cost more money and money was something that they all didn't have.

And though they didn't have it, Gintoki perked up. “Oh, Jump is out today.”
Shinpachi let his sour mood get the better of his face. “You don't need Jump in weather like this.”
Kagura jumped up “I'll go get it.”
Both Gintoki and Shinpachi looked at her as if she had grown two heads with horns and forked tongues. Shinpachi wondered if maybe Kagura was sick. Gintoki placed a hand on her forehead. “You're burning up!!”
“Gin-san, we all are burning up.”

It was official, the heat had made Kagura delusional, there was no other way of explaining it. She pulled out her umbrella and left to go get Gintoki his Jump magazine. But when she didn't come back within an hour and a half, they both knew Kagura hadn't been delusional, but had ditched them to go somewhere else and that Sadaharu was missing too.

Gintoki groaned. “Great, now I'm hot and I don't have Jump.”

Shinpachi didn't say anything, just slumped beside the fan. Gintoki got up and crept over to the fridge, opening the freezer department and pulled out some ice cream.
“Ah! You didn't say you had ice cream!”
“Well yeah, I didn't want Kagura finding out... and I didn't really want you finding out either, so go on back to the couch.”
“No way! Give me some!”
“No!”
“But Gin-san, it's hot out!”
“It's my ice cream!”
“You don't need all of that, you'll get fat!”

The ice cream fight continued, the container held by both that wanted it. Back and forth, back and forth. The ice cream container began to bead with moisture as the heat beat upon it. Soon enough, the moisture got the better of the both of them and it flipped into the air, flap open, and fell right on top of Shinpachi.

“Ah my ice cream!”
“My head!”

The ice cream oozed down his forehead to his nose, then moved it's way to his cheek, down his neck and into his shirt. He yowled and turned to get a towel. He was stunned when a sweaty hand grabbed him.

His eyes met with a pissed looking Gintoki. “Gin-san?”
“That was the last of my ice cram... I'm not letting it go to waste!”
“What? Gin-san-!”
Shinpachi didn't get to continue as he felt something wet on his cheek. His eyes widened in horror, ready to push Gintoki away, then the wet appendage moved.

As the tongue moved slowly down his cheek, a tremor ran through his body. Gintoki pulled back for a second, licking his lips. He dipped back in, his tongue starting at the ice cream drenched forehead. Shinpachi gasped as his glasses were removed as Gintoki continued his journery downward. The tongue glided past the bridge of his nose and licked the corner of his mouth. He could feel his face heat up and his lower stomach tighten. The tongue didn't stop there, it went lower to his neck. Shinpachi bit his lip to stop himself from moaning out.

Gintoki was slightly puzzled. He had expected the ice cram to be totally ruined by sweat. But it wasn't that bad. Gintoki licked the same spot again. Skin... but it didn't taste bad. He blinked and moved back up to lick off more ice cream. He noticed Shinpachi's flustered expression along with a red lower lip. Though he'd normally be appalled at such an unmanly sight from another man, right now he oddly found it attractive. Intrigued, he ran his tongue down slowly, swirling it a bit. He bent over a little and bent Shinpachi as well for better access. He licked the neck languidly then began suckling it.

Shinpachi would die if Gintoki found out how incredibly aroused he was at the moment. It was hard not to as those hot lips nipped at his throat. He licked his own lips.
“Gin-san... you're going to leave a mark.”

He had expected Gintoki to stop there. Words and talking should have been the magical spell to break this one. He hadn't been expecting to hear a deep throated moan out of the other man and a gravelly voice.
“Don't worry Shinpachi... I just have to get the rest of the ice cream that fell in your shirt.”
“Now wait a minute Gin-saaaAa!”

Gintoki's tongue moved along his collarbone, lapping up the thin layer of ice cream. His tongue moved down to the chest. Shinpachi gasped as the wet trail continued until it met a nipple. Gintoki stared at it, the tight feeling in his pelvis grew as he took it in his mouth.

Shinpachi's mouth dropped as Gintoki's mouth suckled one of his nipples, his tongue flickering over it. It shocked him when he felt a hand began tweaking the neglected nipple. Though everything before had been innocent, as innocent as licking ice cream off of your friend could get, but now... It was very obvious that the ice cream had been forgotten and now Gintoki had other things on his mind. Shinpachi gasped out a moan as Gintoki relinquished his hold on the nipple and opened the kimono further, allowing his tongue to dip into his stomach. He moved his hand around the hem of the hakama pants.

Gintoki looked up at Shinpachi as his hands dived into the hakama. Shinpachi moaned as Gintoki's hand met with his hardened length. Gintoki allowed his hand to move up and down the manhood. He pulled the hakama pants down to Shinpachi's knees.
He was not ready for the wet warmth wrapping around his cock.
“Gin-san!”

Gintoki took his time with running his tongue along the manhood in his mouth, adding suction time to time and bobbing up and down. Shinpachi's hands dug into the silver hair, tugging at the wavy locks. He shivered when a moan vibrated the lips around his manhood. He wanted to buck into the mouth, but Gintoki's hand held his thighs and hips, caressing them in time with his sucks.
“Gin-san!”

He relinquished his hold on the silver tresses and leaned back. Gintoki wiped his mouth and backed away. Shinpachi wasn't sure what was going to happen next. The two of them had just experienced something intimate together. How could they possibly go back to normal?

He didn't have time to question as Gintoki pushed him onto his back and threw his legs over his shoulders.
“Gin-san?”
The silver haired man didn't say anything, just shoved his fingers into the other's mouth. Shinpachi grunted, feeling Gintoki scissor his fingers with in his mouth, it made him want to gag.
“Suck.”
Shinpachi didn't argue, not like he could, as he began sucking on the fingers in his mouth. He ran his tongue around the three digits, grabbing Gintoki's hand to steady himself. After a couple of minutes, Gintoki seemed to think it was good enough and pulled his hand away, the fingers came out with a 'pop'. Shinpachi gasped as one of the saliva drenched fingers found his opening.

“Gin-san!” He wailed in a disapproving tone. Gintoki merely looked at the flustered Shinpachi as his wet finger slid in deeper. Shinpachi grunted as the intruding finger began to wiggle within him. The odd pressure began to slowly subside as the finger began to easily move in and out. He gasped lightly as the tip of the finger grazed something within him. Gintoki withdrew the finger and came back with two. Shinpachi grunted uncomfortably, but it quickly subsided and Gitnoki's fingers began mercilessly attacking that sensitive part inside of him.
“Aah!”
The curling, twisting, and thrusting was getting to be too much. He clasped his hands on Gintoki's shoulders as he inserted another finger. Shinpachi couldn't imagine how dumb he must look right now. He was sure his face was completely red and flushed, mouth agape, eyes heavily lidded, and hips thrusting down against fingers. He must look stupid.

Apparently not too stupid since Gintoki's fingers sped up, his mouth falling agape in small pants, and an obvious bulge in his pants as he shifted. Soon enough, he couldn't take it anymore.
He wiped his unoccupied hand on Shinpachi's forehead, gathering sweat and some left over ice cream, covering it over his now exposed cock. Once he thought it was coated appropriately he withdrew his fingers and positioned himself.
Shinpachi's eyes widened. “Wait! Condom!”
“Condom?”
“Yeah, we need one.”
Gintoki licked his upper lip, catching the sweat off of it. “Who uses those nowadays?”
“Gin-san!”
“Don't worry, Shin-chan, I promise I won't get you pregnant.”
Shinpachi wanted to tell him that that's not what he was worried about, but Gintoki didn't give him any time, he speared him.

Gintoki moaned as he slowly slid in deeper. He trembled as Shinpachi wiggled a bit, trying to accommodate to his cock. He breathed a sigh of relief as he was finally fully inside. He looked at Shinpachi. Their eyes met and almost as if this was a natural occurrence they came to a silent agreement.

This never leaves this room.

And then Gintoki moved. Slowly, his length moved out inch by inch, then slammed back in. Shinpachi threw back his head, allowing a large moan to pass through hi slips ass the two of them came to a steady pace. Their rhythm finally beginning to sync up.

The silver haired man gritted his teeth as he grabbed Shinpachi's legs, giving himself some leverage as he slammed into Shinpachi's hips. Shinpachi belted out moan after moan, begging for Gintoki to continue and a bunch of gibberish, which all that really mattered were the breathless 'Gin-san' moans. He shivered as he rocked into Shinpachi's pelvis, enjoying the tight sensation in his lower stomach and the tight warmth around his penis. He knew couldn't hold in much longer.

It was apparent that Shinpachi couldn't either.
“Gin-san!!”
“Aah...Aah!!”

Shinpachi came and shortly after, Gintoki shivered and moaned as he came within Shinpachi.

Unbeknown to them, down in the Otose snack house, very green looking customer's decided that they've had enough. Otose breathed a line of smoke then glared up at the ceiling.
“I wonder if they know the walls are pretty thin.”
Catherine blinked and looked at Otose. “Do you want me to go tell them?”
Otose shrugged. “It's best if you don't go up there. Don't want you getting sick or blinded.”

--

Kagura sighed. “The air conditioning is nice yes boss.”
Otae smiled. “I'm glad you enjoy it, Kagura-chan.”

Kagura smiled as she snacked on more of her sukonbu, she did feel bad though. She wondered how Shinpachi and Gin-chan were holding up. Maybe she should have invited them too.

On second thought, she would be much better in the air conditioning... and let those two fry!

(The End)

Burning Off Energy

Tue, 24 Jul 2007 00:53:41 GMT

Title: Burning Off Energy
Author: CherryWolfChan _cherrywolf_
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: GwendalxGunter
Dedicated: Wow, this is the first time(and definitely not the last) one of my fics is actually dedicated someone. This is for Mary maryohki... I hope you enjoy luff, and I'm terribly sorry if it isn't what you expected or wanted. *hug* I did my best. =3

Burning off Energy

His Majesty had ran off yet again... with Conrad and Wolfram no less! Why did it seem like he was always left out and left only to stalk the castle halls? Why must his majesty forget about him like this? Not only that but he needed to study! He ran a hand through his silver hair and peered out the window one more time, hoping to see Yuuri come from over the hills or even just strolling around the court yard, but alas, the young Maou was no where to be seen. He sighed out in defeat. But the restless feeling just wouldn't go away. He stepped outside of the office, holding some finished papers he had sorted for the Maou... the new Maou sorted things horrendously!

He noticed some of the maids out of the corner of his eyes as they were giggling and peeking through a door. Arching an eyebrow he walked over to the maids, shooing them away, some had flushed when looking at him, but all did as they were told. He sighed and leveled his gaze to whatever the maids had been staring at. His lilac eyes widened lightly at what he saw. The maids had been spying on Gwendal. Not only were they spying on Gwendal, but they were spying on his bathing time. The man was soaking in a massive tub of water, his long dark hair turned pitch black with the moisture it's strands held, droplets of water clung to his sun kissed skin, while the young prince leaned against the wall of the bathtub. The view from the door only allowed the viewer to see up to Gwendal's abs and no further. Gunter could feel his cheeks heat up as he watched Gwendal's hand scrub at his body, suds of soap clinging to his skin. Gunter turned away, tightly walking away from the scene. He should know better than to spy on Gwendal bathing! It wasn't proper, no matter how attractive the man was.

He returned to the Maou's study and sat back down to sort papers, angry that he was still without his majesty and now frustrated from seeing Gwendal. What was a man suppose to do when he was this bored and so full of energy? Well, boredom won over and he nodded off to sleep as he dreamed of his Maou returning to him.

--

Gwendal opened the door to the Maou's study, ready to rebuke(and thank) Gunter for spying on his bathing session(for shooing away the spying women), when he noticed the other man asleep at the desk, papers spread about him in filed piles. Gwendal sighed, he supposed it was better that he got the Maou's work done than having the young king whine about doing it himself. He walked over to Gunter, ready to wake him up, when he paused, staring down at the other man for a moment. He looked extremely peaceful right now, but that was natural, it came with sleep's illusion, but Gunter had always had this innocent air about him... while Gwendal knew his air was anything but innocent... except some of his hobbies. He gasped when he noticed sleepy lilac eyes looking into his blue ones. Gunter blinked, trying to lull the sleep away. He lifted his head a little, his brow furrowing lightly. “Gwendal? What are you doing here?”
Gwendal frowned lightly. “I should've asked you that earlier.”
Gunter blinked, then felt a twine of fear go through his heart. Gwendal was mad at him for sort of spying on him bathing. Gwendal sighed as he noticed those eyes widen lightly. “It's okay... just make sure not to do it again... why are you sleeping in the Maou's study. They will be back shortly, you don't have to keep waiting for him in here.”
“But the paper work...”
“Is finished. You finished it, remember?”
“But...”

Gwendal sighed. Was Gunter that worried about Yuuri? Didn't the other man know that Yuuri had two others with him at the moment, both more than capable to protect Yuuri? It wasn't like the new Maou was completely defenseless... he seemed to have shown some great prowess of his own already. “If you don't want to go back to sleep, keep me company in my study then.”
Gunter stood up, stretching lightly as he watched Gwendal head toward the door. It was true, he wasn't tired anymore and he didn't have to wait for Yuuri inside the study... any place would do and he would hear his majesty return either way, besides... company sounded nice. He followed the other man into the study. Gwendal sight down in his chair, grabbing a cup of tea, which had grown slightly cold. Gunter smiled lightly. “I'll go fetch us more tea.”
Gwendal merely grunted in agreement and Gunter fled down the hall, for only a moment later, he came back with tea.
Gwendal sipped at his hot tea, while finishing up some of his own paper work, while Gunter stared out the window, wondering if he could see Yuuri come riding back in from here. Gwendal rolled his eyes as he placed his pen down along side his tea cup.
“Is Yuuri all you ever think about?”
Gunter looked over at Gwendal as if he was nuts. “Well, he is top priority.”
Gwendal leaned back in his chair. “Don't you ever think of yourself first? It's always 'Maou this...' 'Maou that...' 'Will his majesty like this?' Don't you ever have time to think of Gunter?”
“... I take care of myself just fine, thank you.”

“Hmm. Really, do you really want the Maou then?”
Gunter flushed. “I don't think it's really any of your business, Gwendal.”
“When the Maou is my brother's fiance, then I do believe it is my business.”
“The Maou is a handsome and respectable young man... anyone would be foolish not to be interested him.”
“Even when he's taken?”
“That shouldn't stop someone from looking!”
Gwendal scoffed. “If Wolfram heard this, he may be furious. He's jealous of you, you know.”
“Jealous? Of me? Why on earth would he be jealous?”
“It's not just you either, it's Conrad as well. Wolfram is jealous of anyone who steals time away from his fiance.”
Gunter frowned. “I have to take responsible for his majesty's safety though... and his study habits.”
“I know, Wolfram is being a child about it. I was just letting you know how much it effects Wolfram on your incessant attachment on Yuuri.”
“Can we please drop this subject... Let's talk about something else.”
“Like what? All you like to talk about is the Maou.”

Gunter bit the inside of his cheek as he looked at Gwendal closely. The brunette seemed to slightly annoyed, if not angry, about something and was taking it out on him. He doubted it was still the bathroom incident. It had happened and was over, Gwendal wouldn't have continued to worry about something like that. No, something else was bothering the other man and Gunter wanted to find out what it was. He leaned against the desk, peering into Gwendal's eyes.
“What do you desire, Gwendal?”
A jerk, a crinkled frow, and parted lips. He had hit a nerve. Interesting. Gwendal scoffed lightly and looked back at his tea cup. “I desire nothing... other than for things to run smoothly.”
“Oh my, how hypocritical of you... weren't you the one just berating me for solely worrying about the Maou?”
Gwendal opened his mouth to protest, only to have it snap back shut at the look in Gunter's eyes. He felt himself straining not to grin at the silver haired man. He stood up, walking behind Gunter, whispering in his ear, in a gravelly voice. “Do you really want to know?”
Gunter felt a lump form in his throat at Gwendal's advancement on him, but curiosity had bitten him and whispered out a small, hoarse yes. His eyes widened as twin lips touched the back of his head, then he felt his hair being pushed out of the way, more kissing continued. Gunter grunted lightly as he felt a hot tongue glide against the nap of his neck and down. Tan hands slowly rubbed against his hips, up and down in a sensuous path. Gunter bravely craned his neck, looking into azure eyes filled with lust, knowing his own eyes were reflected the same feeling. He sucked in a breath as their lips met. He released a small puff of breath mingled with a moan as the other's hips pressed into his own. Once his mouth had opened, tongues clashed.

Gunter managed to squirm around without breaking the kiss so they were facing each other, their tongues waged a battle of dominance, which Gwendal's eventually won as the silver haired man was pressed onto the desk, papers falling onto the floor and ignored as he wrapped his legs around the other's middle. Gwendal bucked lightly into the hips, mocking sex with the other. Gunter whimpered lightly as his erection began to struggle against his pants, he was more than positive Gwendal felt the same way, but friction for him eased some of the pain. Gwendal pulled out of the kiss as he had heard Gunter's whimper. He began to pull off the other's pants. Gunter gasped as cool air hit his groin area, exposed from the waist down to Gwendal. Gwendal fixed his own pants to pull out his own manhood. Gunter flushed lightly as the other began to rub a lotion on his shaft. “Where did you get that?”
“I had it in my drawer.”
“For... special occasions?”
“... if you want to say that, yes.”
Gunter gasped as a slicked finger entered him, easing slowly in and out. Gunter grunted against the finger as it struggled to move at first, then became easier to move, then as soon as it was easy to move, another slick finger was added. Gwendal's brow was furrowed in concentration as he worked on stretching Gunter out, soon enough he had Gunter bucking against three fingers. Good enough. He pulled out slowly, causing the silver haired man to whimper and cast him a sad glare. Gwendal merely grunted in response as he situated himself at Gunter's opening, which caused the small sadness to dissipate into passion. Gwendal slowly forced his way into Gunter, the lilac-eyed man thrashed for a moment, then stilled as the other man was inside of him. Gwendal slowly began to set the rhythm, grabbing a hold of a corner on the desk with one hand and taking hold of Gunter's member with the other, slowly pumping at the other as he matched the rhythm of his own thrusts. Gunter gasped out a string of moans as he felt sparks behind his eyes, forcing him to close them. It felt too good. Gwendal's hand lost grip, opting to grab one of Gunter's legs, forcing it over his shoulder, causing the position to shift lightly and Gwendal's manhood to drill in a little deeper, causing Gunter to cry out as his prostate had been hit. Gwendal perked up at this and relentlessly tapped at the spot that caused Gunter pleasure. Gunter felt his opening quiver and convulse against Gwendal's member as their rhythm sped up. Gwendal increased the pressure of his hand jerks as he thrust into Gunter deeper and rougher. Gunter cried out as he spilled his seed. Gunter shivered as Gwendal growled and spilled his own seed within his walls. Gwendal relaxed against Gunter for a moment, allowing the two of them to lean against each other, enjoying the other's warmth, then he slowly pulled out of him.
“Sorry, you'll have to change your shirt now.”
“So do you... and it doesn't matter.”
“... I never knew you desired... that.”

Gwendal grunted, a somewhat embarrassed look crossing his face, he threw an over shirt over to Gunter and went to fetch his own. “The Maou has returned, you might as well go greet him, but get cleaned up first.”
Gunter smiled slightly and changed his shirt, hurrying on back to change into appropriate attire to meet up with his majesty, but he knew that for now on, the Maou would come in as a second priority to his own needs and desires. After all, he is still a person, and he needs to care for himself... even if Gwendal is there helping him do so.

(The End)

x_x Okay, I know it's probably terribly out of character, and I'm sorry for that. I hope you enjoy it anyways Mary!! I tried so hard~ So Enjoy it and I'm sorry if it sucks. ;-;

Final Part of My HichiRuki fics

Wed, 18 Jul 2007 01:24:15 GMT

Title: Past the Point
Author: CherryWolfChan _cherrywolf_
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: IchiRuki, slight HichiRuki

Rukia almost never fell asleep before he did. So when she did, Ichigo savored to examine his girlfriend's beautiful visage. How lovely the moonlight made her already fetching raven hair shine and look bluish, the shadows that danced around her face from the moon also made his toes curl. Dark lashes dusted pale cheeks and pink lips parted ever so slightly, emitting the soft sounds of sleep. Oh yes... Ichigo loved looking at his girlfriend. She was very beautiful. His eyes wandered downward, looking at the smooth neck next, connecting to the shoulders and lower... the breast, seeing love bites along her body that he didn't remember bestowing upon her... and that worried him.
It had worried him deeply in fact... Rukia had avoided him awhile back and suddenly, bam, she decided to open her sweet legs to him again... but those marks, he never remembered giving her such malicious looking hickies... sure, he saw some of his own pink-red ones, but these... these were dark red, nearly purple... almost blue, like a bruise. It was like someone had bit down hard for a long time on the spots.
At first, he had came to the conclusion that Rukia was cheating on him. The thought of her seeing another man boiled his blood. Was he that unsatisfying? But then he cooled and knew that Rukia wouldn't do that. She was too good to go with another man and if he was unsatisfying, Rukia wouldn't spare his feelings, she would tell him straight up. So where had they come from? Another thing that worried him was the constant voice in the back of his head as he laid with Rukia, made love with Rukia, or did anything with Rukia. He would hear the high snicker, hear his hollow say dirty things about Rukia and the act that they were doing. It at first flustered him, but then he became use to it... though he did wonder what was with his hollow's sudden interest with Rukia. He never even spoke of her before... and to be honest, Ichigo didn't even think his hollow knew who Rukia was. Rukia murmured something in her sleep and tossed about. Ichigo got up, pulling on a pair of boxers and went and sat near the window sill... he needed answers, and he knew where he could get them.

~*~

“Oh, King... what brings you here?”
Ichigo's eyes narrowed at his hollow, who was merely leaning against one of the buildings. “I need you to answer some questions for me.”
The hollow's eyes glinted. “Oh?”
Ichigo frowned, he was tensed, ready for the moment his hollow might run at him. He spoke through clenched teeth, slightly embarrassed. “Is there a reason why you interrupt my intimate life?”
The hollow laughed and rose an eyebrow. “Interrupt? I'd never interrupt you're time with Rukia-chan... I am merely instructing you.”
Ichigo growled. “One, don't call her that. Two, I don't need you instructing me. And three, how do you know Rukia, better yet, how do you know I am intimate with Rukia.”

The hollow rolled his eyes and grabbed a hold of his own head. “Jeez King, you really kill me, you know? How can I not know Rukia? When I hear you think about her all the time and from your mind, I kind of get the gist of what's going on between the two of you.” Ichigo's cheeks burned red and the hollow snickered. “Oh don't be embarrassed... it's not like I haven't had a go either.”
That statement flushed all the redness out of Ichigo's face, leaving him pale. He bit down on bile as he spoke one simple word. “What?”
The hollow sneered, flicking it's wrists in a bored fashion, his eyes gleamed at Ichigo. “Oh please Ichigo... you shouldn't have to think about it that hard, in fact, it's rather simple. When the cat is away the mice will play, and same goes for you... when you're away, I come out to play. With Rukia-chan. But honestly! If I can hear and see your intimate moments, why can't you? Is it because you don't want to believe that they were real?”
A chill ran down Ichigo's spine. Yes, that was it... he didn't want to think of Rukia and his hollow in intimate positions... and though he had thought he dreamed it, perhaps those thoughts were merely his way of seeing what was going on outside of his own little world... when the hollow takes control. He shivered violently as he remembered seeing the hollow pound mercilessly into Rukia, her face flushed and eyebrows creased, but only moans, deep and raspy moans, fluttered out of her mouth... she enjoyed it. The banter that went between the two, causing her nipples to harden immediately... the way her midnight eyes would be filled with lust. Rukia enjoyed how his hollow treated her in bed. And that thought ate away at Ichigo, cause he knew with Rukia, he was everything his hollow was not. He treated her gently and with respect. The hollow thrashed at her and treated her like dirt, calling her malicious names. He worked slow and deep in her, reflecting his emotions into his movements, his hollow slammed into her, working at his own pace and his alone, not giving a flying fuck about Rukia's feelings.

And yet, the face didn't lie... Rukia seemed to enjoy the roughness of it all... but the worst thing that he could think of, was the fact that she enjoyed his hollow being inside of her. An hollow... no matter the guise, she should know a lot better. His hollow swooned lightly. “Ah, I'll never forget that face... how exquisite it is to see the face of a sexual sedated wench.”
“Leave Rukia the fuck alone from now on!!”
A twisted grin merely widened. “Why? She doesn't want me to.”
Ichigo's temper flared. “Then I'll change her mind.”
Ichigo disappeared before the hollow, the hollow sneered. “Do as you wish, King.”

~*~

Ichigo's eyes snapped open as he looked over to see Rukia sitting up, looking at him with worried eyes. His face nearly disobeyed him and melted under her gaze, but he needed to be strong in this situation. He lowered his eyes to the dark spots around her chest region. Rukia followed his line of sight, flushing at her exposed bosom. Ichigo walked back over to the bed and sat down. The silence only worried Rukia further. She opened her mouth to ask him a question when he spoke before her.
“Where did you get those hickies?”
She shuddered, his voice sounded so icy right now, and she couldn't help but lowering and averting her gaze. She touched one of the darker hickies, then frowned. “You know where I got them.”
“Do I?”
Rukia glared up at him, meeting accusing brown eyes. “Of course, cause if you didn't, you wouldn't ask.”
“I shouldn't have to ask though, Rukia! You are after all my girlfriend! I don't expect other guys to be giving my girl hickies!!”
“You did give them to me!”
Ichigo spat out, enraged. “I did not! I am not that... that thing!!”
Rukia snorted. “You house it inside you, you use it's power... thus it's a part of you.”
“I don't need to hear this bullshit, what I want to hear is an explanation!”
“Of what?”
“Why? Why do you seek my hollow when you have me right here!?”
Rukia growled “I didn't seek it at first, okay!?!!”

Ichigo calmed down lightly, still angry, but the look on Rukia's face, it was a look of someone who was lost, someone who was lost, confused, and hurt. She lowered her gaze, eyes shifting away once more. “It's not like I wanted it at first... at first, I didn't know it wasn't you. I thought you just wanted another go... then I saw it's eyes... hollow eyes... I was scared to death, I told it stop, I called out for you, but the thing kept going, murmuring in my ear on how it will eat my soul someday... then... it kept coming back, repeating the act... soon enough, I became use to it's presence... it no longer mentioned soul eating, but it mentioned fucking... a lot. It always told me how it liked fucking me, it liked when I fucked it... it had became a game to it, and I was only playing the game....”
Ichigo frowned. “Well, it's still no excuse, you could have easily said no.”
Rukia looked at him desperately. “You don't think I've tried? Do you know how hard it is to deny a man that looks exactly like your loved one? I distanced myself from you, I'd lock the door while I slept... I did everything I could think of, but he still came back... I gave in.”

Ichigo rolled his shoulders. “Do you like it though? Do you like it when my hollow fucks you?”
Rukia's face turned pink with the thoughts, but the pinkish hue was also because of shame. “Yes... I liked it... I liked it when your hollow fucked me.”
Ichigo felt a spike of pain run through his stomach. “Really?”
“... as shameful as it is, yes.”

Ichigo grabbed a hold of her chin, making her look at him. He pressed his lips against her roughly. She made a protesting noise, her eyes wide with shock. He pulled away, only to move his lips lower. She moaned lightly, confused on why Ichigo was acting like this... weren't they just a second ago arguing? Ichigo bit down on her flesh, causing her to cry out. He released the flesh, only to lick it. He moved on to her breasts, kneading them roughly, bucking his hips into the part in her legs. She moaned, eyes clamping shut. He pulled away. “On your knees.”
“Ichigo... you don't have to.”
“I said on your knees, shinigami bitch.”
Her eyes widened as she saw inky black try to inch it's way into Ichigo's eyes, he closed them for a moment, shaking his head, opening them to show cinnamon brown eyes. She frowned, but did as told. Ichigo grabbed a hold of her panties and eased them down, amazed at the wetness of her sex. He lowered his head to it, taking a long, languid lick, then biting lightly on her outer lips. She moaned and trembled, bending over further hiking her end up further for him to lick. He pressed his tongue into her womanhood and sucked at her. Ichigo made sure he was being rough at the actions though, if this was Rukia wanted, he'd give her rough sex. He bit down one last time and pulled away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He got up on his knees and placed his hands on her soft little bottom. Rukia flushed. She and Ichigo rarely did it like this, cause Ichigo had said he liked seeing her face, the hollow never did, saying that it was no fun unless he saw her pain. She gasped as her thought ceased as Ichigo rammed into her.

Ichigo grunted at the tightness of her, which never ceased to amaze him... he and her had been having sex for awhile, and with the sexual encounters with the hollow, you'd think she'd be looser by now, but Rukia kept a tightness that was just fitting for her. He pulled out roughly, only to ram back into her. She moaned out in pleasure, but soon, the repetitive thrusts began to grow painful. Rukia whimpered as Ichigo only went in deeper and harder. She slumped lightly, Ichigo still holding onto her bottom. Tears began to leak from her eyes as Ichigo finally came. He pulled out of her, petting her sex. She winced, but moaned lightly at the soft feeling. Ichigo looked at her. “I'm not done with you yet.”

Rukia opened her mouth to protest, when Ichigo had moved up and pressed his dick into her mouth. She winced as the appendage hit her mouth, and the taste of his dick and her juices was an awkward taste, she whimpered around his dick, causing him to moan and thrust lightly. Rukia didn't want to hurt Ichigo, so she sucked and bobbed her head as best as she could.... hoping to satisfy Ichigo, his half erect manhood grew to full length within her mouth as she continued to fuck him with her mouth. He finally came again and pulled out. She caught her breath, a few tears rolling down her cheek. “Have you punished me enough yet Ichigo? Have you extracted your pound of flesh?”

Ichigo frowned. Yes, that was what he had been doing, wasn't it? He sighed and kissed her. He loved Rukia... he was pissed at her for doing things with his hollow, and he'd be suspicious about it for awhile, but he loved her and could forgive her. He pulled away and looked down at her. She lowered her head. “I'm sorry Ichigo... I do like what your hollow did to me, but I like what you do to me too. I enjoy the feelings you give me... I enjoy being with you... I enjoy the fact that you make love to me, not fuck me... not use me... but you see me... you love me.”
Ichigo finally deflated at that. He hadn't thought of that... it was possible for someone to like one way of doing things and like another, so why couldn't Rukia? He felt ashamed to have been seeking revenge on her like he did. She chuckled as she saw his face. “It's okay Ichigo.”

She kissed him, then pulled away. “But it wouldn't kill you to be forceful like that every once and awhile, okay?”
Ichigo laughed and kissed her again, perhaps she was right... what's wrong and showing her his hollow every once and awhile? As long as it was still himself. Then... he guessed it wouldn't hurt.

(The End)

Urgent Desire

Sat, 07 Jul 2007 12:02:27 GMT

Title: Urgent Desire
Author: CherryWolfChan _cherrywolf_
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: IchiRuki, IchiHime

Oh why did the devil's mistress have to return? Her sweet lips only encased him in hell and her light touches only sent his soul into agony, but it felt so good. She gasped into his mouth as his tongue fought it's way in to duel with her own tongue. He felt as if he should have been surprised that her tongue was small and perfect, instead of forked and rigid... but what else should he suspect of a temptress? He pulled his face away from hers, looking down at her glistening, puffy pink lips as his eyes slid further upward to her cute little upturned nose and those lovely blue-violet eyes. Midnight eyes that were full of lust, laced with accusing... accusations in which she was just as guilty in.
“We don't have a lot of time.”
“Ichigo... we shouldn't even be doing this.”
“She comes home at 8, it's 6 right now... if you want an after glow cuddle, you better hurry.”

Kurosaki Ichigo watched with amusement as the shinigami woman beside him shivered and began to strip. Ah, Kuchiki Rukia... she was his siren, his succubus, his “devil's mistress”... his curse. She had been the bane of his existence, in one way or another, yet she was the light at the end of the tunnel... such a dualistic person she was to him, but that made her ever more important to him. She was pretty much, his one true purpose... the reason behind his name. He stopped pondering about her to admire her. She was naked. She sat with her knees bent inward, those pink dusted creamy knees, that fanned every so slightly into luscious thighs, he could see a small patch of black curls, but not a whole lot, then a tiny stomach and sides that did a beautiful arch up to her small, pert breasts dusted with pink nips. He leaned over and kissed her throat, beginning to take off his own shirt, enjoying the way he elicited moans out of the normally composed Rukia. He finished undressing himself and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her down onto the bed. Her hooded eyes narrowed lightly. “Is the ring off?”
Ichigo rolled his eyes and pulled off his wedding band and laid it on the coffee table as he made his way inside of her.

--

It hurt, it hurt him to know what he was doing to her... even if she was unaware of it. To their friends, they were the perfect picture. A loving husband with a loving wife. But it was more than what it seemed. Kurosaki Ichigo loved his wife. He loved her dearly, would do anything and everything to keep her from getting hurt, but oddly enough, Ichigo wasn't satisfied. He craved things, like any man, and unlike most men, he caved into his cravings, especially when they showed up willingly. It hurt him to know that he was cheating on his wife... but he didn't want to stop. He enjoyed what Rukia did to him... how she did the things she did. It was just Rukia... everything about her. And tonight, of all nights was the worst time to want Rukia.

It was the second year anniversary of their marriage. The night Inoue Orihime had become Kurosaki Orihime and they had become man and wife. And tonight, Orihime had it all planed out... a beautiful rose-scented bath, while feeding each other strawberries dipped in chocolate, followed by a great time in a rose petal covered bed. Since Ichigo loved his wife, how could he refuse? He lay in the tub, Orihime against his chest, eating a strawberry out of her hand. Orihime rocked lightly against him in the tub, the rose petals that accented the tub swayed with them. Ichigo groaned in pleasure, while Orihime giggled at her husband's response. Ichigo lightly took a breast in one hand and pushed burnt orange hair back with another as he gave his wife small kisses around her neck. He brought his lips to her ear. “Let's take this to the bed.”

His wife was a blushing bride all over again. “Ah, It took me forever to get all of these roses.”
“There will be more roses in the future.”

He picked her up and gently placed her on the bed. He studied her, taking her visage in, her beautifully sculpted legs, fanning out into child bearing hips, then dipping inward to a perfect waist... only to fan out again with voluptuous breasts. Her light brown eyes stared up at him with such love as he slowly took her legs and parted them enough for his body to settle between them and they became one.

--

Happy faces.... the walls were adorned with pictures of a happy couple. Their bright smiles only accented with bright smiling eyes. The pictures only served to fuel her guilt as she sat and listened to her dear friend talk about the marriage. How wonderful it was. How she couldn't wait to have children. Those talks almost always killed her. She loved Orihime dearly, but listened to the wife of the man she has sex with... it only made her feel the remorse ten fold. Orihime filled the tea cup again, handing it to Rukia. The ring on her finger glistened as Rukia took the cup. Orihime tipped her head to the left.
“Do you have a man you're interested in, Rukia-chan?”
Rukia's cheeks heated up. Although she had many suitors, none really interested her. She had considered to just settle down with Renji... someone she knew she could trust and depend on, but then she just had to have Ichigo come back into the picture, willing to take her, even if that meant cheating on a wonderful person like Orihime. Rukia merely shook her head 'no' and Orihime's eyebrows drew in together and she began telling Rukia of a few guys she could hook her up with. But Rukia politely declined and sipped at her tea, hoping to wash it down with the guilt.

--

Orihime watched as Rukia left, her heart beating erratically. Rukia was probably heading back to her temporary apartment while she stayed at the human realm and was going to bed.
With your husband in it.
Orihime shook her head. She didn't want to feel this way... the feeling of hurt and distrust, but she couldn't help it. She had known the moment Kuchiki Rukia stepped back into her life that it spelled trouble for her marriage. She had seen the way Ichigo's eyes widened and locked on Rukia's form, the way they had slowly inched up and down the smaller form and the fond smile that Ichigo seldom gives out. She knew that when Rukia came back, that old feelings would be renewed. That's why day after day... she had prayed that Rukia would not return to Karakura or anywhere near Ichigo.
It was selfish of her, and it wasn't like she didn't like Rukia, but the foreboding feeling she got with Rukia around only caused her to worry... and then she had seen the proof of it all. The proof that Ichigo was cheating on her, the proof of how his heart and soul didn't belong solely to her... the day when she found a shirt that did not belong to her and the sheets in the washer.

When she had first saw that, defeat had been stamped on her head. In the end, Rukia had been the victor, she was the one who held Ichigo's heart, not her. But then strange things started to happen... Ichigo never spoke a word of it, nor did Rukia... and Ichigo seemed to want to stay with her. It was strange because she had been so certain that Ichigo would have easily dropped her and went to Rukia... but instead the cheating continued and she had to play the role of the dumb victim... the unaware wife who merely smiles at her husband even after knowing where he had really been that day.
Orihime picked up the tea tray and brought it back into the kitchen, pouring out one last cup, then draining the rest. She took a tiny sip and closed her eyes.

(The End)
(?)

I had put a question mark after the end, because I'm not too sure if I'll continue this... and sorry it wasn't porntastic. I am planing some porns though. ^_~

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Fri, 22 Jun 2007 14:18:31 GMT

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Another Hollow/Rukia!

Thu, 21 Jun 2007 01:27:24 GMT

Title: White on White
Author: CherryWolfChan _cherrywolf_
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Hollow Ichigo/Rukia, Ichigo/Rukia

It had started slow, but soon, Kurosaki Ichigo had begun to take notice of some odd changes in his girlfriend. She refused to stay and sleep with him after one of their love making sessions, she would recoil from his touch, and would sometimes look at him with these wide, frozen eyes... as if she were afraid of something. It had been gnawing away at him since the first time she refused to sleep with him. Was it him? Had he done something to upset her? Why was she ignoring him now? Was it her? And if so, what was her problem? Why should he worry? If Rukia was too proud or whatever to admit anything or do anything, then whatever. Ichigo grunted as his head pounded lightly. Rukia had always done this to him... made him feel as if he always had a migraine.

He hollowly walked into his bedroom, he glared down at the bed, almost expecting Rukia to materialize there so they could couple together, like they use to... He growled and walked away from his bed and toward his sister's room. He peered in, breathing a sigh of relief at seeing Rukia only in the room. Rukia was slowly undressing, getting into her pajamas. Ichigo sucked in a breath as he saw the silky-looking red bra clash against her creamy white skin, her ebony hair dusting the straps... it was a beautiful sight. She bent over to pick up her nightie, revealing that her bottom was covered with the same colored panties as the bra. Ichigo felt his mouth run dry at seeing her like that, only to blink and see it all be covered by a nightgown with punk bunnies all over the gray material. Rukia began to turn around, to gather her clothes, when her dark eyes caught hold of Ichigo's soft brown. Her dainty eyebrows dipped angrily.
“Ichigo... were you watching me dress?”

Ichigo didn't say anything. He walked over to her, looking down at her as she glared up at him. With a small exhale of breath, he lowered and pressed his lips against hers. The kiss wasn't harsh nor was it entirely soft... but it was full of tenderness and need. Rukia moaned as the red head's tongue began to sneak it's way into her mouth. She felt her knees tremble lightly beneath her and Ichigo took that opportunity and swept her up and carried her into his room. He kicked the door shut behind him, gently laying her on his bed, following suit as he laid on top of her. Rukia moaned lightly against Ichigo's prodding tongue, making him caress her side lightly. Rukia whimpered out his name as he cupped a supple breast. He pulled away from the kiss, admiring his work real quick. Her face was flushed and eyes clinched shut, eyebrows bent upward to her forehead, and pink swollen lips opened, saliva lightly coating them... such a beautiful sight.

His eyes lingered downward as he slowly pulled off her nightgown, as soon as the cotton was discarded, his lips connected to her throat, making her mewl lightly. He sucked lightly at her throat, nipping every now and then, only to lick the nips in an apologetic gesture. His right hand kept kneading her breast, while his left began to venture downward. He gently pushed his hand into her panties. She let out a high pitched breath as two of his fingers began to prod at her womanly lips. She shivered as he slowly slipped them inside of her, the gentle glide of his fingers made her moan contently as his head moved lower to her breast, He paused for a moment, reaching his hand behind her, pulling off the bra. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Her hands limply rested against the juncture between his shoulder blades as he slowly took of her panties as well, his boxers soon discarded with them.
Ichigo grunted, flushing lightly. “Hold on for a moment...”
Rukia nodded as he reached over her to the nightstand, grabbing a foil wrapped item out of the drawer. He read the expiration date and sighed in relief as he opened it and slid it on his shaft real quick. Rukia wrapped her legs around his middle as he slowly pushed himself in. Rukia moaned as he filled her up.

When it came to love making, Ichigo was a very good partner. Not only was his cock a decent size, but he made sure everything was okay with his partner. He coupled with care... perhaps it was because he knew he housed a monster inside of him or because he was always subconsciously strong. No one knows, but Ichigo always made love like he was in love. Rukia moaned in pleasure as he hit her sweet spot as his thrusts became a little more desperate... but even in the moment of climax, his strokes were sweet and gentle. His eyebrows furrowed as he unleashed a satisfied groan and spilled his seed into the protection. Rukia moaned as she felt her own fluids release. He withdrew himself as he pulled the condom off and threw it away. Rukia decided she was too tired to get up and decided to curl up against Ichigo to go to sleep.

~*~

She knew there had been a reason why she had been avoiding Ichigo... locking the door to the girls' room as she slept, avoiding intimate contact with her boyfriend... and here it was. She gulped as she peered around the sideways buildings. She hoped to find the wise elder man that had been Ichigo's counsel during his escapade at Soul Society... but she didn't see Zangetsu any where, which made her worry. She placed a handle gently on her sword as she carefully walked about, ignoring the fact that she was defying gravity and the laws of physics... this was Ichigo's mind, she was safe here.

She paused as she reached the roof of the building... her mouth turned into a grim line as she saw him. He was slumped against the side of a building. He wore a white hakama and kimono top... an inverted shingami uniform. His skin pure white, like a hollow's face... his hair too, a stark white... his eyes were shut and his mouth was pulled downward in a vicious frown. He opened his eyes abruptly and glared at the raven haired shinigami. “Hello, Rukia.”
She felt the hairs at the back of her neck stand up, he rarely called her by her name. She tartly responded with her own hello. He stood up more straight walking over to her, glaring down at her. She gripped her sword lightly making the hollow rolled it's eyes. “What's wrong Rukia? Afraid of me? Good... you should be.”

“I can kill you right here and now if needed.”
The hollow sighed, a twisted grin finally forming on it's face. “Yes, yes... you could try... but I don't think you would... after all, where else would you turn for a good fuck if you did?”
Rukia snarled, taking out her zanpakuto, holding it up to his throat. The hollow raised an eyebrow and laughed. “You obviously aren't that serious... with your sword being in its latent state. Beside, I don't intend to kill you right now.”
Rukia frowned as the hollow threw his zanpakuto off to the side. His yellow eyes never leaving Rukia's blue-violet ones. She frowned and sheathed her sword. She knew what he wanted...

The hollow grinned as her muscles relaxed and she wasn't as rigid anymore. The hollow chortled. “I told you before, I wanted to fuck you with my real body... well... here I am, here you are... why the fuck are you still clothed?”
Rukia hissed at him. “I don't want to fuck you! I don't want you to fuck me... but I do want you to leave Ichigo and I alone.”

The hollow frowned, wiggling a finger at her in disapproval. “You see... there are a couple of problems with that... One! I can't leave my partner alone... he needs me... without me, he is such a powerless pussy!! Two, I can't leave you alone... if I did, where else would I find such a good fuck? Three. I don't want to stop fucking you... and lastly... you really don't want me to stop fucking you, you want me to fuck you brainless!!”

Rukia's upper lip curled in disgust. “You're such an arrogant prick... I am not toying with you.”
“Oh, but I'm toying with you... dear Rukia-chan... you know, the first night where I went to his sisters' room... I was shocked to find the door locked... I figured that one of his sister's had locked it, afraid of something on the outside,” the hollow chuckled. “Which they should be... but then I kept returning, only to find the same result, and then you stopped sleeping with Ichigo, even refusing him sex sometime!! I knew... right away, that you were behind it...”

He grabbed a hold of her cheek, glaring into her eyes. “Did you find it funny, shinigami bitch?”
Rukia ignored him, which caused him to lower his head and ravenously bite down on her neck. She yelped as he pulled away. He snarled and shred off her shinigami top, grinning as he saw perky breasts topped with hardened nipples. She was aroused by this... He tweaked one gently with his fingers, then dipped his head down and licked the opposite one. Rukia moaned loudly, grabbing hold of his head, longing to be touched some more. Rukia flushed as she felt him roughly push his hand down her hakama and shove his fingers inside of her womanhood. She bucked against the curious fingers as he pumped them in and out of her lithe body. She gasped in pleasure as he began stroking her clit as he pumped in and out of her. She moaned loudly as her fluids rushed out of her body.

The hollow pulled his soaked fingers out and licked his fingers. Rukia watched his blue tongue in fascination, partly because it was blue and secondly because the erotic motions he was hinting at. But he ripped off her shinigami pants, grabbing her ankles, forcing her to fall, he followed motion as he sat on his knees. He snarled at her. “I was thinking about fucking your pussy with my mouth, but.... you don't deserve it, shinigami bitch...”
“Just shut up and fuck me like you wanted to.”
He snickered. “Like you want it.”

Rukia was about ready to protest when he shoved himself inside of her. Her left leg, bent over his shoulder, while he held her right one up to her head. He was directly in her face, sneering as her face had changed from that cold, sassy face into one of pleasure and need. She moaned loudly as he pounded into her. The sounds of flesh hitting flesh resonated throughout the area. He leaned his head down slightly, and began sucking on the place where Ichigo had marked her... the place he had bit at earlier. Rukia cried out in pleasure as the two sensations built up on her. His kisses were rough and made her mewl in pleasure. They approached climax quickly, but it seemed like forever to them as his thrust quickened in pace and became even more rough, if that were possible. Rukia let out a pained moan as her body had began to rock upward with each thrust that the hollow made. She felt her inner walls tighten around the hollow's cock as she climaxed. He continued to thrust into her, until he let out a screechy-like cry and unleashed himself inside of her.
Unlike with Ichigo, he roughly pulled out of her, and grinned at his job. He then spat at her. “And remember, dear Rukia-chan... don't ever fucking toy with me again... know your place! Which is beneath me!."

Rukia awoke, sitting up in Ichigo's bed. She looked down at the orange haired man beside her, who snored lightly, unaware at what had just happened between her and his hollow.... and perhaps it would be best if he didn't know... she shivered as she laid back down. She pressed herself against her boyfriend. Ichigo grunted in his sleep and wrapped his arms around her contently. If there was one thing Rukia could say... it would be that her boyfriend was more of a man than that hollow... he knew how to satisfy a woman, not just himself. Despite how much Rukia liked how the hollow fucked her.

(The End)

Woo~ I need new panties... ~^^~ Hope you all liked. And I totally felt bad in my last fic about H!IchiRuki... I had knocked Ichigo off like he was nothing to Rukia... I was kind of hoping to show in this fic that Rukia does care about Ichigo... but her primal needs like Ichigo's hollow.

Gurren-Lagann

Sat, 16 Jun 2007 12:36:34 GMT

Title: Toward the Heavens
Author: CherryWolfChan _cherrywolf_
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Simon(solo), KaminaxSimon

Nia couldn't believe how nice everyone had become to her after learning about her father denouncing her as Princess and throwing her away. But somehow, she knew that the Beast King would be after her. Not to bring her back, but to eliminate her. She hated to admit it, but she knew it was true... and she felt only a burden to this group of humans... especially to the one called Simon. She had a fascination for the smaller man. He was interesting, determined, loyal, and ever so loving. He was the type of guy she wished most beast men would be like... but no, they weren't anything that Simon was... perhaps it was because Simon was human? And only humans felt such raw emotions so intensely. Her blue and pink eyes looked at the door, Simon was in there... probably carving and sculpting more mementos of his beloved “aniki”. She tipped her head as she heard a small grunt from behind the door. She slowly opened it a crack, she saw Simon, leaning against the most recent sculpture of his late brother.

The disowned Princess had not idea why Simon was rubbing his groin area, but something told her that she shouldn't bother him. Instead her eyes remained glued to his hand. Simon was lost in his own little world to acknowledge the person in the door way, instead he began slipping off his pants, donning off his underwear as well. Simon pawed at his manhood for a moment, gasping at the sensation it sent down his spine. He clenched his eyes shut as he finally grasped the member into his hand and began stroking. He soon began moaning, imaging that his hands weren't the one's stroking him to pleasure, but the hand of the man that gave him so much courage. He moaned loudly as he pictured Kamina's sculpted, tattooed shoulder moving in tempo with the strokes. The cocky grin in place, devilish purple eyes glued to his face. Simon gasped as he could feel himself build up a bit.

His stray hand began to rub his thigh, leaning further back into the chest of the sculpture. His thigh rubbing began going further behind himself, till he finally reached his bottom. He flushed as he imagined Kamina parting the two cheeks and slowly entering. Simon let out a strangled gasp as his index and middle finger were inside of him. A shiver shot through him for a moment, then he slowly began moving against the hand. He moaned loudly as the thoughts of Kamina's manhood filling him up, pumping in and out of him, danced through his head. He began to buck against his fingers, crying out in pleasure. “K-Kamina!”

Nia's blue-pink eyes were wide with curiosity at Simon's actions. Nia had heard of sex... Beast men talked about it all the time and had always had tried to have lewd conversations with her, but this... this was different, no one else was touching Simon. But he was moaning, withering, and crying out for “Kamina”, which Nia had learned was Simon's deceased brother. She flushed, feeling slightly dirty for watching this, but her eyes just didn't want to leave Simon's lithe body. Simon was completely soaked into his thoughts as one hand moved against his cock while the other move in and out of himself.

“Ungh Simon... So tight.”
“Aah... Aniki.”
Kamina chuckled, a grin filling his face. “Call me Kamina in this situation, Simon.”
“Okay... Kamina.”

Kamina's grin only grew at that as his hand began to tease the tip of Simon's penis, pre-cum leaking out. Simon yelped in pleasure, his face hot and pink as he grounded himself against Kamina. Kamina let out a low growl as he pushed in out of the small ass. He would pull half way out, leaving his head in, then push back in. Simon whimpered. Kamina fucked like he fought. With everything he had. Simon gasped as Kamina's hand brushed against his balls. Simon moaned loudly at this feeling and bucked up into the older man. He moaned out Kamina's name as the older boy continued to fuck him and rub at his manhood.

Kamina grabbed Simon's legs, hoisting them up and over his shoulders. Simon let out a small cry, his pink flush turning dark red as Kamina began to pound into him mercilessly. Simon shivered, he buckled up as he came, all over Kamina's chest and stomach, while Kamina continued to pound Simon, until he finally came as well. Slowly the taller of the two removed Simon's legs, gently laying them down, then slowly pulling out. Simon whined in pain for a moment, then was fine. Kamina put an arm around Simon.
“Aniki... I love you Kamina.”
“I love you too Simon, but to bad none of this is real.”

Simon snapped out of his reverie. He was still leaning against the sculpture, but now his eyes were heavy with sex and exhaustion, a sticky substance all over his stomach. He flushed in embarrassment as he realized what he had been doing... he looked around to see if anyone had seen his act of perversion. He froze as he saw the door cracked open, but no one was there. He breathed a sigh of release and began to clean himself off, unaware of a retreating Nia.

'Sorry I watched Simon!'

The End

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Cinnamon After Taste

Tue, 29 May 2007 04:34:58 GMT

Title: Cinnamon After Taste
Author: CherryWolfChan _cherrywolf_
Rating: NC-17
Pairing:Hollow Ichigo/Ichigo, Hollow Ichigo/Rukia, Ichigo/Orihime

Cinnamon After Taste

The schoolyard was alive with the girls laughing and gossiping, all of them off in their own little circles. The serene day was only accented by the beautiful sky about them, the soft breeze adding comfort to them all. Some people decided to stay inside and eat their lunch, while two students decided they weren't hungry for food. Their lips smashed together, tongues tangling together. It was unfortunate that their lungs needed air as the pulled apart, gasping for breath. Their brown eyes met for a moment, until he tentatively lifted the hem of her shirt.
“Kurosaki-kun.”

With that little word and a shirt tossed aside, the young man kissed her again. She sighed into his mouth, hands running through his hair, rubbing at the nape of his neck, while his own hands began to explore the exposed flesh. He flushed as his fingers brushed against cleavage. He broke the kiss and looked down at the bra-clad chest. His eyes widened at her bosom. The cleavage very prominent. It looked soft and inviting. His large hand touched one breast, cupping it... she was a little more than a handful, but he knew he could handle it. She gently took his hands and pulled them away. He looked at her confused, but then she took off her bra. His mouth went dry as he watched her breasts bounce out freely. He let out a small surprised grunt as he placed his palm over the breast again, this time feeling a hardened nub against his hand. She moaned lightly as he began to fondle her breasts.

Is this what you really desire, eh king?

Ichigo's eyes widened, but he didn't stop his ministration on Orihime's breasts, trying to focus on her pleasure, he could tell she enjoyed it as she squirmed and panted. He grinned lightly in pride. He was making her feel like this. He kissed her lightly. Orihime smiled lightly at him as she leaned back onto the ground, pulling her panties off and spreading her legs lightly. He shivered and graciously took her offer. He kissed a line down from the bottom of her breasts to the delicate auburn curls. He inhaled her scent and shivered. His tongue slowly came out of his mouth and flicked at her folds. Orihime gasped, tossing her head to the side. Feeling encouraged, he lifted a hand and spread her lips lightly and licked her full on, she let out a pleased squeal, her face flushing even more. Ichigo couldn't help but feel excited at that reaction and began lapping at her womanhood, she tossed her head to the left, then to the right and lifted a hand and bit her knuckles. Ichigo couldn't help but moan as he watched her as he licked her juices.

“Funny, I could have sworn you were dreaming about the shinigami-bitch last week.”

He couldn't ignore it anymore, he looked over to the left, his eyes widening. Rukia was sitting up on parted knees, her hands resting against her ankles. Her blue-violet eyes filled with lust and a come hither look flashed through them. His eyes narrowed as another sight come into view. His hollow. The hollow fell to his knees behind Rukia, his arms wrapped around her body as one hand grabbed a small breast, it molded into his hand perfectly and while the other slowly rubbed underneath her black curls. Rukia let out a husky shuddered breath. The hollow laughed wickedly. “If I remember correctly, it went something like this... did it not?”

Ichigo looked down at Orihime, who was still in a dazed look, like Rukia had been a few minutes ago... It didn't take Ichigo any longer to realize what was going on. He was dreaming, and that damned hollow was interrupting. He growled and looked back over to tell him to bug off, when his eyes widened. Rukia's legs were wrapped around the Hollow's waist as he held her in his lap. She panted as she bobbed up and down the white shaft, causing the hollow to grin wickedly at Ichigo, who glared at the hollow. The hollow thrust into her harshly, causing Ichigo to wince, but what surprised him was how Rukia moaned loudly, shuddering with pleasure... she also seemed to increase her tempo. Ichigo's eyebrows furrowed as he watched the scene play out. The Hollow frowned at Ichigo, speaking in a calm voice, as if he wasn't having sex and merely having a tea party.
“I always pictured you'd go for the shinigami-bitch... she won't break if you go rough on her... in fact, she'd probably love it, as she does right now. Instead you go for a shy, innocent girl like Inoue?”

Ichigo didn't say anything to the monster, who merely rolled his eyes. Figures. He pushed Rukia off of him, Ichigo looked like he was going to protest as Rukia fell to the floor, semen and other fluids running out of her womanhood. Ichigo flushed and looked back to his hollow, who cocked his head at him. The surroundings seemed to fade away and were soon replaced by the familiar sideways buildings. The hollow breathed in deep. “Ah, home sweet home, hm?”
“What do you want from me?”
“From you...? You know what I really want, I want my king to resign and give the position to someone worthy.”
“Someone like you?”
The hollow cackled. “Why, Ichigo! I'm shocked you would even imply me.”

Ichigo snorted and looked away. The hollow walked over, grabbing the other's face, forcing him to look at him, his hollowed eyes narrowing. “But, that's not why I am here today... I get as bored and as lonely as anyone else in this miserable place. You would to, if you were me.”
“...”
The hollow sneered. “And I have a lot in mind for us to do...”
Ichigo was about to ask the Hollow of what he had in mind when the white lips crashed upon his flesh ones. First off, his eyes widened in shock, then he shuddered in repulsion or because his lips were cold, preferring repulsion at this moment. He felt a tongue run against his lower lip, the tongue was warm, causing him to open his mouth. The tongue darted in and began playing with the other. Ichigo grunted as the hollow's kiss became harsher, almost to the point of bruising. The hollow pulled away, eying the red head, who growled at him. “You sick fuck.”
The hollow laughed, throwing his head back. “Well, yes... I suppose I am a sick fuck, but from the tent in your pants, I'd say you are enjoying it, you sick fuck.”
Ichigo growled at the hollow. The white hand snuck into Ichigo's black hakama, causing the red head of the two to gasp as his manhood was found and stroked. There it went, the fuse in the back of Ichigo's head sparked, then went out. He groaned and thrust his hips into the white hand as it worked on his length. Ichigo panted and decided to repay the hollow, putting his own hands down the white hakama. The hollow let out a strangled(and very hollow sounding) cry as the warm hand began stroking his own member. The two grunted and gasped as they pumped at each other's cocks. The hollow growled, moving his hand faster, feeling the need to realize press upon him. Ichigo let out a strangled cry as his seed burst forward, splashing all over his hollow's hand and inside his pants. The hollow growled and also came into his partner's hands and inside his pants. Ichigo fell back, letting out a sigh, sweat pouring down his forehead.
“I think I should clean myself up.”
The hollow cocked an eyebrow, his grin screaming amusement. “Why? This is all inside your head anyways.”

Ichigo let out a strangled cry as he sprung up in his bed. He sat there for a moment, composing himself. He looked down at his soiled covers, cursing. He hated cleaning his shits when he had one of his “nights.” Yuzu always asked questions and his father would laugh. He let out a frustrated sigh, pulling himself out of bed. Though his sheets were soiled and he'd have an embarrassing situation ahead of him as he wadded up the bed sheet and comforter to clean them... he was still thankful that the incidents had only been a mere dream. He shuddered as somewhere within his head, he heard a wicked hollow-like laugh.

(The End)

Omake 1-

Orihime rubbed her hands up her arms as she peered around her room, her cheeks red and nipples hard. “Kurosaki-kun?”

Omake 2-
Rukia bolted up in bed, a jolting shudder running down her spine. She sat there for a few seconds, then calmed down. She looked up at the ceiling. “Why do I feel violated and why do I feel the need to hit Ichigo?”

Mon, 21 May 2007 23:55:27 GMT

Title: Silk and Daggers
Author: CherryWolfChan _cherrywolf_
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Hollow Ichigo/Rukia

And the clock strikes, the sound of loud gongs, twelve times... the darkness before the twilight that was making it's way toward the sky. As the last stroke from the clock rang inside the home, the door opens to a room full of innocence. Three beds cramped into the room, all having inhabitants sleeping inside of them. A cool drift washes over one of the occupants, causing blue-violet eyes to open and a slow smile spread onto her face, she sat up, her midnight hair sticking up in places, her nightgown shifted and ruffled, eyes heavy with sleep. She whispered. “I was beginning to wonder when you'd show up.”

A wicked voice snickered. “I come at the same time every night, you know that.”
Those large eyes closed and a heavy sigh emitted out of pink lips. “I suppose you're right... but why midnight?”
The figure looks at his nails, as if they were interesting. “It seems it's the only time the king's defenses are down low enough for me to come out and... play...”

She shivered at his voice and watched him intently. The stare down between unblinking hollowed eyes and hooded blue-violet eyes continued, until the silence was broken by a small grunt of disgust out of the man. His wicked yellow eyes flashed at her, a look of boredom lacing through them. “So, are we going to fuck or are we just going to stare at each other.”
“You're the one not making a move.”

A sinister sneer spread across the man's face, distorting it into a horrible monster's face. The taller of the two slinked around the two other beds, the forms of the two twins sleeping soundly... one emitting soft snores, while the other ones' chest merely rose and fell gently. The man finally made it to the third bed and as soon as he did, he pushed the woman down, holding onto her neck. His kisses went roughly onto her skin, making her grunt out in frustration at the bruising sensation. His tongue rolled along her jawline. She hissed as he bit down on her neck, licking the sore spot afterwards. His hands began rubbing her exposed thighs. Rukia narrowed her eyes at him. “Not in front of his sisters.”

The yellow eyes twinkled darkly. “That's why you should have made the first move... it's out of your call now.”
Rukia seethed as the red head bit down onto her skin again, suckling it afterwards. Her eyes shifted between Yuzu and Karin... afraid that either one of them could awaken and find their brother, yet not their brother, a top of her, biting her seductively... and her allowing it. It made her feel disgusted. She groaned quietly as the hollow continued it's way down her body. He reached her bosom, eyes narrowing at the cotton that was there, knowing quite well that it was covered by more cotton beneath that cotton. He snorted and glared at her. “You need to start waiting for me naked...”

Rukia's eyes turned to slits. “I will not confuse Yuzu and Karin by saying I want to sleep naked.”
The hollow rolled it's eyes, looking very un-hollow-like, and then leered at her, a lecherous grin upon it's face. It took a hand, a hand that seemed colder than usual, and ran it along her nightgown. “But if you don't, you'll lose nightgowns that way...”
Rukia opened her mouth to protest, but it was too late... a loud rip thundered throughout her ears and her eyes widened as she saw her nightgown was thrown aside, torn in half. She glared icily at the hollow in Ichigo's skin, who merely sneered, tossing his head to the left lightly. “Do I need to rip the bra off as well?”

She snarled, unbuttoning the bra and tossing it aside. The hollow hummed in appreciation and greed as he drunk in her chest. Rukia wasn't built busty like Orihime or Matsumoto, but she was modest at best. The hollow lowered his head to her small bosom and took in a hardened nub and lapped at it. Rukia let out a small grunt of pleasure as teeth scrapped against her nipple while fingers began to pinch the other. The hollow's other hand began to slink down her stomach, taunting it lightly, causing her to gasp and squirm. The hand traced around the band of her underwear, until he snapped it down on her stomach, making her gasp again. He chuckled darkly as he ran a hand over her underwear, right about her soft mound. She whimpered, flushing as she felt herself grow wet(or at least wetter) as the hand became a little forceful, while his mouth still worked on her breast as well as his left hand. Rukia moaned out quietly, still aware of the sister's sleeping, as the hollow's fingers began to mimic the act of sex. She squirmed again, shifting against the fingers, until he finally pushed back her underwear. He growled lightly as his fingers were instantly covered in a warm wetness.

The hollow looked down at his fingers as they pumped underneath the black curls of Rukia's sex. Rukia looked down at the orange head, almost relieved to see his eyes downcast where she couldn't see the hollow eyes... the eyes that frightened her yet excited her. But most of all, they were a reminder of things she wished to forget. She shivered as those menacing eyes looked up again and met her own eyes. The hollow sneered at her as it's fingers were removed, causing her to shiver as he pulled himself up over her. He kissed her. They rarely dealt out kisses to one and other, they found it pointless. But the times they did share kisses, it was always the same thing. Fighting each other for dominance, in which the hollow always won, and the brutal feeling of teeth nipping on her lips till they bleed only to be soothed by a cold tongue. She whimpered as the kissing torture ended and a whole new torture began. The hollow seethed, aroused, at her. “Take off those ridiculous things you call panties.”

His breath came out in short pants as Rukia slowly took off her underwear. She shivered as the cool air hit her wet warmth. The hollow growled lightly, pushing the shinigami down, parting her legs and made a slow journey downward. Rukia flushed as the orange head was soon between her legs. The hollow sat there for a moment, taking in her scent, growling in hunger as he looked at her womanly lips. He smashed his lips against her womanhood, causing her to cry out. She ran her hand threw his hair, gripping at it as his tongue flicked at her vagina. She cried out softly as he nibbled on her for a bit, purring sensuously as she squirmed from his touches. He mercilessly bit down, eyes narrowing as she bit her lip instead of crying out. He pulled away, glaring up at her. “I will make you cry out.”

Rukia's eyes narrowed at the hollow, but he was unaffected, though admired her tenacity.... He always had. He lowered his head and ran his tongue slowly from the opening of her womanhood all the way up to the beginning of her curls. She let out a slightly louder moan, her toes curling at the sensation. The hollow snickered and continued his ministrations until Rukia cried out Ichigo's name and climaxed. The Hollow pulled away, wiping his mouth lightly with his arm, snickering. “Too bad he couldn't be here to hear you cry out for him.”
“Shut up and fuck me.”

“Such a demanding wench.”

Rukia gasped in pleasure as he rammed into her. As the hollow began to pump into her, she couldn't help but allow her mind to wander. She began to compare the hollow and Ichigo. Ichigo was always soft with her. Treating her as if she were a precious doll in bed, he would look down at her as he lay on top of her, not using his full weight, and ask her if she were okay. His brown eyes always filled with warmth and every action taken with care. The hollow, on the other hand, was rough. It knew what it wanted and took it, regardless if she didn't want it. It's thrusts had no love behind it and was merely aiming to satisfy itself.

In all honesty, when this all began to happen... Rukia hated what the hollow did to her. She hated the fact that after a good lovemaking session with Ichigo would soon turn into a restless night of brutal fucking. But as time weared on, she became more comfortable to the feeling. The hollow no longer posed a threat to her anymore. He would visit her every midnight... they would either fuck, or do other things... such as foreplay. They even fought a couple of times... mainly when Rukia wasn't in the mood. But the hollow always came back to her and they almost always ended up in the same result. Fucking until the morning near broke out.

And as this happened, Rukia began to favor it over lovemaking. She loved how the hollow would take her roughly and without any second thoughts, crushing her with his body. She was snapped out of her revere as she felt a sting on her stomach. She looked up at the hollow, whose yellow eyes looked angry. She grunted as she also felt some blood on her stomach were he scratched her at. She bucked her hip, causing him to moan and that sinister grin to spread across his face. “Asshole.”
“Stop day dreaming then, you shinigami-bitch.”

She yelled as he began slamming into her with a destructive force. Tears brimmed at her eyes as he drove into her roughly, the bed was beginning to scoot across the floor as he satisfied himself with her body. It was too much for her, too much... she cried out as she unleashed herself again, while the hollow also unleashed his load into her. The two winded down and he lay there for a moment, slowly gathering himself. He peered at her, grinning madly. “Next time, I hope to fuck you with my real body.”
Rukia looked at him weirdly, then he let out a wicked high pitched laugh.

“Perhaps you'll dream about me some time.”

And with that, he left the room. Rukia frowned, she was sure that the hollow had retreated back into Ichigo's mind. She looked down at the torn nightgown and frowned. Fuck. How would she explain this to everyone? She picked it up after putting on her panties again, ready to throw the torn nightgown into the trash, but held onto it. She brought it close to her face and closed her eyes. Perhaps one day she would dream about him and it won't be a nightmare.

(The end)

Okay... Though I use Hichi, in my descriptions for pairings and such. The hollow Ichigo came right out and said he didn't have a name, so he shall never have a name when I write him. He will always be refered to as 'the hollow'. As much as I wish Kubo's creative way of putting Ichigo's name in reverse, making it Ikasurok Ogihci, being the hollow's name.... I think he only did it to add to the effect of the whole concept of the hollow being Ichigo's complete opposite.

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