Dead, battered bodies scattered all over the crystal clear floor of the Kuchiki Mansion, fifth floor in the grand ballroom, overlooking the kingdoms. All the glass walls were splattered with the blood of the dead and forgotten. Ichigo plopped down on one of the room's unoccupied love making seats, as Byakuya described them. His black suit stood out against the pure, white cushions of the 'so called' chair. Pulling out a cigarette from the pack, he lit it, stretching his left arm over the seat beside him. Rukia walked around the grand ballroom, double checking the bodies on the dirty floor. She was heard swearing and specking of the funny smell surrounding her. Dusting her knee high length platinum colored dress; she made her way to the loveseat. Pulling out a cigarette from the pack, Rukia teased Ichigo, her dress rolling up mid-thigh, she showed off her milky white legs. The princess then took the liter out his hand and lit the flame of her cigarette. Leaning towards him, she licked three drops of blood off his face. There almost love making took a hold as Ichigo gazed at a bullet size hole on the dress he bought her. He pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and tossed it onto the dead body's laying on the floor.

"You ruined the dress I gave you." He breathed out, feeling his member swell as she started moving and grinding her hips on it.

Rukia looked down at herself, noticing the huge hole in her dress. She threw away her cigarette and turned towards him again.

"Then you'll have to get me a new one." She grinned and licked his neck furiously. "Isn't that right?"

"Hmm…" he simple moaned, enjoying the attention giving to him by his princess.

He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, biting down on her pulse, receiving a sharp hiss from her as he did it harder. Tangling his hand into her black locks, he pulled her lips to his. Their kiss started as an awkward gentleness with tender center and quickly progressed into a battle of dominance. The kiss tasted like cigarettes and blood with a little hint of saliva been transferred from him to her. He trailed his lips down her neck, nipping occasionally as he took in ever part of her. He picked her legs up, placing each on each side of him, placing himself in the middle. His hand slid up her leg and under her dress, Rukia whimpered at his caress as she become wetter by the second.

Their moment was interrupted when the door of the ballroom swung open. Renji looked at the scene before him. It seemed familiar, since he seen it before and was almost killed by Ichigo for it. He chuckled nervously and bolted down the hall, running as fast as he possibly could. Before Ichigo could go after Renji, though, Rukia pulled him down by his tie, back in between her legs, for another kiss, and she whispered on his lips.

"Wanna play, Kurosaki.?"

A/N: Just another oneshot. It not really my type of writting, but I just wanted to try something new, not using any ones point of view. Review??! I will be happier, then you will be happy. :)