Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.

AN: This is a just something fun to get the Ichiruki outta my system- speculation about how the relationship might evolve- into something sexual!

FYI- I started this forever ago and have been adding here and there so it hasn't really taken away much from my other writing time- which I'm kinda flailing about with if truth be told… Boo. But anyway…

Please indulge in the randomness! Note now that Ichigo might be OOC- a little more aggressive and somewhat of a sex god…

Rating: M for admittedly brief smuttiness

Summary: She was a battle-hardened warrior- a fighter in her prime, yet she simply could not keep up with him. A college boy's stamina is nothing to scoff at.

Word Count: 2,994

Satiate

Boy Unmasked

Part 1

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Hazy yellow sunlight. A warm breeze just hinting at the coming season of cold with its scent. Clouds casting shadows, lazy cotton drifting across baby blue skies. It was autumn. Still warm and inviting, the outside world beckoning to be indulged in.

But it was much too hot. The light burned- scorched already rosy flesh and heated the salty moisture kissing what was normally snow-pale.

Even the air flowing through the crack in the patio door stuck to her skin, not pleasant and teasing but greedy and suffocating.

No she could not enjoy the beautiful fall day- could not venture beyond these pale gray walls to the outside to revel.

He would not let her.

"Please," Her pleas were exhaled- heavy pants spilling from her dry mouth, "At- at least- close- the- blinds!"

She cried out as he pierced her even more fervently for her audacity.

"Shh," He murmured, soothed, purred, "It's better this way."

When had his voice become so buttery- so much like heavy velvet- like rich melt-y darkness? Gone were the days when his voice used to crack slightly with anxiety or uncertainty. Women could no longer provoke him into losing his cool silky tone.

He was not a boy to be teased any longer.

He rarely even blushed anymore.

Yet her skin was flushed, her cheeks afire, her whole body drowning in his flames as much as raked by the vicious rays of sun.

And she had no control.

Her eyes were tearing.

A trained, battle-hardened shinigami of one hundred some years, and she was reduced to begging- to imploring him to let her rest.

It did no good.

He bounced her viciously in his lap, his arms hooked under her bare thighs, spreading her wide for all the world to see.

"But- but someone- might look-," She tried to reason in a weak practically breathless whimper.

"Let them." Was his simple, sultry reply as he buried his nose in her dark hair at the nape of her sweaty neck. Her back arched at the tickling sensation and she again could only make a breathy protest. As though to emphasize his point he let one hand wander down to finger her pink folds.

A strangled moan tore from her helplessly as her eyes closed.

The darkness was blissful, bordering on the abyss of unconscious delight.

But his fingers were sliding up and down along her clit and the bright natural light was hitting her just so that her whole pussy tingled.

It was too much. The pleasure over the last few hours was just too much.

He was too much. His relentless thrusts, his unflinching hold, his spiritual pressure coursing through her veins with each brush of her womb with the head of his cock.

"Let everyone see how beautiful you are." He whispered hotly against her skin and she felt the heat spike.

Just when she thought he had wrung all sense of gratification from her, she felt the jolting gush of orgasm soak him, felt her walls grasping and quivering.

Poised precariously on the edge of the bed, he was still thrusting, still hefting her up and down vigorously, reaching her depths and growing impossibly big inside her. She could only groan when he released his hold on her legs only to wrap his arms tight around her middle. His breath was a desert wind buffeting against her. And a deep rumbling moan was bubbling from his throat. Then he was bursting inside her, splashing thick cream into the deepest part of her, squeezing so tight her ribs ached in protest.

"Ichigo!" She gasped, her arms pinched to her sides.

His slick chest at her back was rising and falling swiftly, each inhale and exhale audible as the last of his essence coated her insides.

"Aa." He muttered finally, forehead resting against her shoulder blade as he steadied his breath slowly. His muscled arms eased around her and she sagged against him, his presence keeping her upright.

Sleep tugged at her, her eyelids dropping heavily over her eyes, shutting out the noon daylight.

Her breathing relaxed almost instantly, became deep and rhythmic as her body went limp.

She felt the vibration of his chuckle and then she was uprooted and tossed behind him onto the bed.

There was pain and she wondered if it were as much a mental reaction to being parted from him as it was physical. She felt tender everywhere.

"Shit." She heard him curse. "That time? You made me late for my Chem class." There was a smirk in his voice and her brows furrowed.

But the bed was solid and enveloping beneath her, the protest she normally would have spat a fuzzy jumble of words in her blank mind.

She could barely register the sound of his footsteps on the wooden floor, the squeak of the bathroom door, or the pitter-patter of the water hitting the tile and glass of the shower.

But when she felt the bed shift and the sensation of his nose nuzzling her neck she stiffened despite the soreness of her body. When his lips brushed her ear her eyes shot open.

"You don't want to join me, do you?"

"No!" She cried, her eyes wide in near-horror.

Again his breath brushed her skin as he mocked her with a throaty laugh, "Just thought I'd ask."

He pushed himself up from his bent position over her and sauntered back the way he'd come, humming some tune she was almost positive had raunchy lyrics (AN:Steel Panther, my friends- it's irreverent vulgarity- not for the sensitive, but a good- fun time- seriously check out a show).

With a sigh she let her limbs turn to jelly again, melting back into the comfort of his bed as she closed her eyes once more.

Still she let her senses finger the atmosphere. It never did hurt to be on alert with such a predator around.

When they had turned the corner in their relationship was still somewhat fuzzy to her. She honestly couldn't remember their first sexual encounter.

After the war with the Quincies, but before he decided to go to college after all. She mused in her half aware state.

The exact moment he had become a man, was no mystery to her however. It was that instant the point of her blade parted the skin of his chest. That was the moment, Ichigo Kurosaki had reached adulthood.

It wasn't just what she told herself to justify the affair- it was the truth though she nor he had recognized it at the time.

The real shocker was not the adult relationship that took place when they were alone, but the fact that Rukia submitted to it- submitted in every way, shape, and form in actuality.

She'd always been the dominant one- he differed to her in almost everything (with the exception of her classic rescue). But in most instances she had always had the upper hand, been the calm rational minded one between them. He had always respected her authority regardless of how he liked to push her buttons and openly insult her. In truth, Rukia was his superior, his captain in a sense and he relied upon her opinions.

It was not so when they were alone now.

At whatever point their interaction became intimate it was then that he had stepped into the role of dominant. Grabbed it, really, snatched it in his hands like a leash.

There was an invisible collar around her neck, and when Ichigo yanked she fell to her knees.

It was all sex. They had made no confessions, had no frank talks about their connection or relationship. Though the depth of their bond was unquestionable, they couldn't claim to be anything, but friends.

Best friends perhaps.

Best friends who also had sex...

But there were no titles for them and there were no promises.

In her mind, it would be much too complicated. If they were to approach things from an emotional stand point to define their affiliation it would be ultimately worse than the mortal terms of a "long distance relationship."

Kyoraku Sou-Taichou had found it imperative that there was a lieutenant-class shinigami that reported on the World of the Living on a monthly to every other month basis. Never mind that the Substitute could have submitted such reports via Soul Pager.

What with Ichigo attending college it honestly only made sense to task someone from the Gotei Thirteen with this assignment.

It had been the perfect set-up. The perfect catalyst for this evolution between them.

Still, regardless of the thought that had gone into nudging the two toward more, both were reluctant to let labels weigh their actions.

Correction: She was too adamant about not disrupting her friend's life to take any sort of romance into consideration.

And while she was slightly embarrassed about what a lamb she became when he reached for her, she tried not to think about it much.

It was better not to overanalyze anything at this point.

It was simple: When they succumbed to passion, he boasted the upper hand. Behind closed doors she withered under his desirous gaze, wobbled backwards on trembling legs until he got her where he wanted her: the sofa, the bed, the shower, the kitchen, the laundry room, up against any wall…

There were no boundaries in his own space.

Even in public, however, she had to be careful not to let their gazes lock on one another- to him if she met his eyes it was a provocative invitation- whether she was intending to send such a message or not. Sometimes it was simply her proximity that set him off and he would make up a sly excuse to drag her away.

He had never been a good liar, but for some reason he had a silver tongue when he wanted her to himself.

There were still normal days, though. Thank kami for normal days or she'd get no rest!

More often than not though, days that started out normal ended in dirty romps all over his apartment.

So much energy! Even after fighting hollows, studying for exams, and attending classes he managed to work her over in the most perverted sense of the phrase.

Blindly she reached for the crumpled sheet and only half covered herself before exhaustion prevented her from further movement.

It seemed as though she only closed her eyes for a moment when she felt something trail along the outer edge of her ear.

She only stirred slightly, letting out a soft sound as she clung to the darkness behind her eyes.

"Hey," His voice, rumbling sweetly, caused her to shiver, "You awake?"

There was an ache in her throat, a childish plaintive whine itching to break forth as she tensed at his words- sleep slipping from her grasp. She tempered herself, held very still hoping he would simply leave off.

"Rukia." He prompted, leaning further over her, warm breath breezing against her face and neck.

Damn. Still… She made another sound, a soft grunt, twitching slightly.

"Hey." He nudged at her head with his own, the bed dipping as he pulled his legs onto it, holding himself over her fully now.

She lay on her side, curled up tightly; she could feel him caging her in- legs and arms on either side of her. Stubbornly she kept her eyes shut and drew in on herself even tighter.

When she heard that teasing tone of his she felt all of her muscles clench, "Ru-ki-aaaa."

Her fists were starting to shake now, clutched to her chest. She sorely wanted to knock him on his ass with a quick uppercut, but she knew that would just spark a fight she had no energy to win. Besides, to this beastly college boy a little scuffle was as good as foreplay.

Again she wanted to voice a protest without words, but she bit into her lip instead.

His chuckle feathered up her spine and he let his nose trace her ear again, "You're awake aren't you?"

Ignoring him was obviously not a firm enough denial of his attentions.

After a few more moments in which his hand began to tickle up her bare arm she resigned herself to making her opposition apparent.

"No." She muttered between her teeth.

But his teeth were at her earlobe, and between nibbles he purred, "Oh? Then I'll just have to wake you." His fingers were gliding over the sheet at her hip, fingertips burning through the thin covering.

"I don't want to wake." She hissed, shifting away from his eager hands.

At this he simply scoffed and shook his head, freeing crystalline droplets from his locks to sprinkle her skin.

She winced, eyes clenching tighter before she cried, "Ichigo!"

Again he merely chuckled at her protesting, but he drew back to sit on his calves, holding up his hands in a gesture of innocence, "Okay, okay… I just wanted a 'see-ya-later' before I left."

She opened one eye looking up at him with a suspicious gaze.

He spread his hands, impatience in his tone as his look wavered between a scowl and a smile, "Look I have to go! I told you I'm already late."

She rolled her eyes turning her face from him as she growled, "Whose fault is that?"

He smirked, but knew the response that leapt to his mind would tip her off so he just shrugged and ran his hands through the damp hair at the back of his head, "Lost track of time…"

It was her turn to scoff and she closed her eye with a sigh, "Better get going then… Before your professor scolds you again."

His lips twitched again, but he agreed gruffly, "Aa." He dropped his hands to either side of her again however and spoke earnestly next to her ear, "Will you stay?"

She remained quiet for a time, but she really didn't want to leave the comfort of his bed. She slept the best when her head was buried in his pillow- the scent of him like a drug keeping her coma induced. The perfume of him spoke to her: safe, warm… loved.

Finally after exhaling in surrender she hummed acquiescence, "Mmm."

"Then tell me to have a good day." He grumbled at her, a petulant scowl forming.

Rukia returned this scowl over her shoulder. She knew what he wanted. After a momentary hesitation she turned her head and met his lips with a quick peck before turning her head back into the fluffy comfort.

Despite her expectations, the young man allowed the brief contact and moved away.

She felt a shot of coldness in her heart- a little stab that spoke of a minute sense of rejection. Her lips formed a helpless pout. She couldn't help but be surprised by his lack of effort. What's wrong with that pervert? She wondered. With that thought she sat up and whipped around to accuse, "Oi- what's your problem?!"

"Eh?" He gave her a rather quizzical look over his as-of-yet bare shoulder, arms poised to pull a t-shirt over his head.

The boyish- almost guileless look on his face gave her pause and she flushed and sputtered, "I mean- don't you- aren't you- agh! Never mind!" With that she threw herself back down dramatically, her back to him.

But her sulk lasted all of a moment before she was screeching in surprise as she was tossed over a muscular shoulder and promptly flashed to the living room.

She gave another startled cry as she was shoved onto the carpet and covered by a lean, toned body.

A roguish smirk could be seen beneath the shadow of tangerine bangs, "Of course I want to and I will."

The helpless shinigami shuddered instantly recalling she was quite naked. She closed her eyes to escape the heated gaze of her partner, her face already aflame as he settled himself between her conveniently parted thighs.

There was no shirt in sight on his ripped chest and as it was she could feel him reaching between them one-handed to deal expertly with the belt he'd fastened on not so long ago. She felt her breathing hitch- coming faster and kept her eyes closed. His one hand clasping her wrists together over her head slowly released the restraining grip. The hand trailed languidly down one arm, caressing the skin, down, down, over one very eager nipple toward her belly.

His knuckles dug slightly against her as he used both hands now to pull his belt from his waist. Another cry was loosed when she felt him snatch at her hands that had settled on his biceps, only to fix them into place over her head yet again. This time the belt he drew tight and buckled around her wrists held her captive and she made a soft whimper as she opened her eyes to look at him from beneath her lashes.

He chuckled and it reverberated like a purr causing gooseflesh to appear on her skin, "Don't give me that look. You didn't really think we'd part ways with such a half-assed good-bye did you?"

His lips curled further into a rakish mien as she only managed a moan due to his one hand having strayed downward again to twist her nipple playfully. Her little form squirmed beneath him and she began to pant- attempting to stifle a cry when he began to pull a little roughly at her sensitive peak.

"You should know better, Rukia." Ichigo admonished in that sexy tone that was steeped in sin.

The woman's eyes grew dark, meeting the challenge in his eyes with a stubborn glare. This insatiable brat dared to scold her?

She would not have it! She would not surrender this time. There was no way in hell-

Her scream echoed in each corner of the apartment as she writhed in unanticipated bliss.

Is it really so bad to be the sub? Her mind uttered dreamily as her body began to ease from its convulsions.

As he sat up and cocked that devil-wild grin at her she decided it was open for debate.

To Be Continued...

AN: The ending is kinda 'meh'- I know. There w/b a part 2 to this- a little something from Ichigo's POV about their relationship- probably a lil more fluffy from his view honestly- and of course some more sexy times. And this will prob be home to any other one-shots of a sexual nature unless they have a broader theme- so look for those!

Thanks!