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Felt it in my fist,
In my feet,..
In the hollows of my eyelids..
Shaking through my skull,
Through my spine and down through my ribs.
- Blinding, Florence + the machine
If someone had ever questioned Ulquiorra as to how lost within a moment or a person-for that matter, you could become, he would have immediately cast aside such a question as stupid or superfluous. To be lost within another persons presence...inconceivable
The notion itself was simply irrational, only signalling weakness and confirming that the thing called the heart did nothing more than cause a being to internally decay. Make them weak. erode. Rot. Yet somehow, he now found himself in true rapture of the living creature within the barriers of his arms. Orihime...Lost. Imprisoned. Slave. Yes, he was lost within her.
The only thing his eyes could see was the ruby hue of her hair, cascading across her sculpted shoulders and those cobalt eyes piercing him. They were clouded with an emotion caused by him. All he could feel was the soft, sensuous curves of her body and the sparse patches of skin that were not covered by the clinical uniform.
The odd contact of skin to skin felt delicious and unnerving, his ice skin un-used to the warmth of her own. Her body.His acute sense of smell was dominated by the maddening lush scent of her, it had the capabilities to drive him wild and cause his brain to fundamentally shutdown, all his thoughts had become intangible and illogical. A stream...perfume.
Every fibre and molecule within his body seemed to have begun to vibrate, energy in it's most basic form orbiting and centering around her. Their bodies touching and moulding against the other to form one complete being, it felt somewhat like they were two broken shards cut of the same crystal, only now were they once again being reunited to be whole. Broken...apart...shatter.
Two bodies contacting without blood or torn flesh was a new and foreign experience to the tear marked Espada, the only occasions he had been this close to another creature was when he was so intricately and precisely piercing the sternum of his enemies, creating a void of pain and emptiness that reflected his own scorched hollow hole.
However within this new experience of pressing his flame haired girl hard but carefully against the wall, it still elicited that same thrill and hollowific hunger only more intensely. Fervent...burning. It seemed that his entire reaitsu somehow had become entirely focused on her the moment he had initiated the contact of their lips, as if the universe itself had tipped it's axis just to accommodate this entity within his arms.
He studied her now, still held forcefully-yet obediently against the wall with his own lean form. Turning her amber crown to the side and resting it against the wall. Exhaustion and something else unfamiliar was causing her focus and coherency to disperse, eyes closed while she panted and greedily gasped for air with beads of perspiration adorned across her pale brow. Drops of dew in a desert, his own throat thirsted greatly for their taste and moisture. Dry. His lips also hungered for the prolific nature of desire- her lips. so raw. parched...Hunger.
Ulquiora himself no longer had the capabilities to analyse and solve, his brain unable to contemplate the cause of her feverish symptoms, his thoughts and eyes became captured by her newly exposed high cheek bones and pallor skin which ran across her jawline, down her neck and past her collar bone.
Unlike his own deathly colouring she gleamed incandescently in the moonlight spilling through her barred windows, the un-waxing moon the only witness to his selfish act. Drawing his mouth across her cheeks and down to the soft corner of her mouth, brushing lightly. Intimate. Delicate.The espada held still.
The feather touch of his lips against the corner of her own small mouth awakened foreign sensations and strange reactions within Orihime, she suddenly felt her heart clench and jolt with a spike of electricity, her eyes burned from the tears threatening to fall ,but not out of sadness in-fact it was Far from fear or pain- the converse of the emotion. His gentleness was bitterly sweet snd it shook her entire body and form, she swore that if she held her breath and listened attentively she would hear the rattling of her bones.
To be held so possessively and gently by a beautiful dangerous creature who could crush her bones between his fore fingers within a second was shattering... Uquiorra...
Turning in response to his gentleness and the charcoal lips that beckoned and coaxed her, she parted her own slowly till she was open mouthed. breath to breath. Orihime Inhaled gently his own exhales of breath into her body, Filling her starved and empty lungs. Her mouth danced and evaded contact with his but still continued to draw him further and further into his own demise.
Shivers rippled up and down the Quatro's spine, the roots of his hair also stiffening and even the sensitive nerves on his hollow mask also reacted violently to the girls actions, they were barely touching lips and were only mere centimetres apart, but the girl simply continued to inhale deeply his hot breaths.stole...soul...sacrifice...
...so painful, but pleasurable.
It felt as if the human girl was pulling his very essence from his body, pulling his reiatsu..his soul out from the chambers of his corpse..his soul...no, that was lost a long time ago, too far back in time when he was not even yet a hollow and far before his rebirth as an arrancar. Pointless. His own memories before his rebirth were lost, however he had always abided to the belief that nothing in his past life had any meaning or value except for the meeting of a deviant shinigami, his sosuke-sama.
However he now Instead wondered what if he had never encountered him that night on the sandy dunes of Hueco Mundo, then the methodical twisted paths he had walked or as humans percieved it to be destiny, would never have presented him with the opportunity to encounter this young girl. Rare..Fascinating.
As she continued to rob him of breath he was powerless to stop her, He couldn't draw away and above all he didn't wish to either, it was too intoxicating. Magical. Odd...beautiful. All thoughts of the other arrancars had deserted his mind..even his King and creator Sosuke-Aizen.
''Orihime...'' he breathed as her fingers slid from their grip on his neck to brush his charcoal lips, Her index-digit softly sketching their curves and shape. Her pulse resonated from her fingertips to charge through his bones and down throughout his ribs. Veins of life echoing...pouring...spilling.
Sosuke-Aizen sat ever proud, the king upon his throne with his knights surrounding him. The architectural design of the council room was specifically designed to his taste, the curves and pillars a homage to his fascination in the classical studies. The white walls that rose up towards the skies, their amplitude and breath larger than life.
Even the monochromatic colour scheme throughout his kingdom personified his philosophical doctrine of the negation of colour, the only true colours to exist were black and white, anything in-between was a mixture of lies and ignorance. Here in Hueco mundo he could create such a place free of corruption, no hypocritical dogs of the seireitei council to stop his developments-and he had created such a place. Las Noches was the precise personification of futurism and grace.
No, he was more than a mere king, a king could be so easily De-throned and disposed of, he was a God...and the espada, his children and creations of perfection which had been carved and moulded from his own hands, And Like a God Sosuke-Aizen knew all and sensed all within his kingdom.
The Espada nor any other of his subjects did not know that the very fibres and structure of Las Noches were constructed from the very escence him, small particles of his reiatsu existed in the marble white walls, existed in the dome ceilings and even the vast floors. Thus this let him sense everything that happened in his kingdom, even his direct subordinates; gin and kaname, were not aware of the extent of knowledge he could gain from simply touching the walls, the phrase of if these walls could speak..did not even measure it's intrinsic value.
As he looked smugly down on his court he could not help but laugh within the corridors of his own mind at them, they were all his puppets and he was their marionette, they could hate him, despise his very bones yet they would still belong to him, after all how could a child ever fully despise its own parent...There would always be a part of them which would seek his attention, his approval.
A total of twenty minutes had elapsed by since he had dispatched his quatro espada Ulquiorra to attend to his quest, Orihime Inoue. The young girl was truly quite the specimen, a diamond in a coal mine, glittering and sparkling among the filth of karakura town, not even the seireitei had acknowledged the potential of her abilities.
A Reality-warper, the very notion of it defied realism and the physics of reality, yet he did not feel any form of fear towards her power,she was young, naive and impressionable. Their age difference was greater than that of appearance, he was a minimal of 200 years older, he had knowledge and experience that surpassed her countless times, after all knowledge is power.
Despite these clear advantages, she was not quite as expendable as any of his arrancars, yet he knew he would make a profit from her as he did from every one else, one way or another. Orihime..he mused, the literal meaning being princess. It was Ironic really, perhaps the work of a greater being or destiny..impervious..He was a king and a God, therefore he was not dominated by other forces instead he controlled and bewitched others. They were after all his pawns in the end, every single one of them..even you too Ichigo, though you are not aware of it, I devise your destiny.
Even at this very precise moment he could sense Ulquiorra and Orihime, both of their reiatsu softly entangling and enveloping one another, it resonated within the very air filling the pristine white room which his court now sat so attentively to his every action and spoken were of course oblivious to their reiatsu, so blindly was somewhat poetic, death and life, a hollow and a human finding not only solace in one another but an easily they were ensnared in his game.
O' the beauty of deception. However he could not deny that he was somewhat dissapointed in his most loyal espada, had he cast aside his position and honour all for the warmth of that girl..My, my Ulquiorra, giving in so easily he mused that simply won't do.
Looking outwards along the narrow table at his seated arrancars, the most equipped of their kind thus donning the title of Espada. In this case he had one arrancar specifically in mind, his quinto Nnoitra. It would do well for Nnoitra to learn his place, he had of recently begun to demonstrate an attitude that belong to an arrancar of a higher rank and ability than number five. A small lesson in humility would do know harm, but of course he was very easily replaceable if Ulquiorra was to take great offence to the intrusion.
It would all depend on Ulquiorra but more importantly on orihime, if she has enchanted him as profoundly as he believed then the quatro would punish the quinto for his undoubtedly lecherous tongue, but in rendering an espada immobile or decapitated without permission was cause for judgement and law. My dear child, you would not want to anger your father and creator, not I. Time would tell and theories were often always better put into practice than not.
''Nnoitra, go and find what is keeping Ulquiorra so long,...I'm sure our guest does not require his presence as much as I''
Nnoitra frowned, the trade mark smug expression becoming replaced by one of annoyance for being asked to go and search for his Superior, however he was not so innate and stupid as to question the command, Sosuke was king therefore his word was power. His law's were black and white, to defy orders meant death, where as to obey meant life until the next battle or demotion. Once again they were merely pieces to be moved accordingly to the chessboard and opposing forces.
Once again bearing that manical grin, Nnoitra departed the room but not before muttering sourly ''as you wish''.
Walking down the seemingly never ending halls of Las Noches, frustration coursed through his body towards Ulquiorra. A hatred boiling and festering like a disease, rising up and bursting for a release, more specifically for an opportunity to rip Ulquiorra into unidentifiable pieces. He could almost visualise his scythe swinging and slicing into the quatro, the feel of his blood running thick and heavy across his hands but above all he wanted watch him squirm in sheer un-distilled horror and anger as he ravaged Orihime Inoue.
Being the fifth espada in rank, one position below him he was reluctantly aware of his behaviour, he had in last noticed small changes within the fourth, that aloof nature becoming more prominent in conversations somehow like he was trying to protect the all he had noticed his possessive hollow nature beginning to rear its these occurrences were probably only in action for his precioussosuke-sama. He wondered what else the quatro did behind closed doors in her chamber and what it was keeping him so long.
That damn Bastard! Ditching the meeting so he could fuck with that bitch.
Nnoitra snorted at his own thoughts, as if he would touch that whore, he's got a stick too far up his own ass to touch 'trash' like her.
Rounding the corridor towards Orihimes cell a scent burned his nostrils, an unfamiliar yet unmistakable scent...his grin stretched wider threatening to tear his skin from the tension of the smile.
Heh..perhaps I was wrong after all.
Orihime marveled at the strange almost enchanting dark beauty of Ulquiorra, The feel of his cool and sharp lips underneath her sensitive fingertips made her feel things she had never experienced before, the taste of his hot breath was somewhat similar to an elixir of Ecstasy, she couldn't help put open her mouth and suck those breaths into her own raw lungs, to fill her tired and weak body with warmth and pleasure.
His presence had the ability to Healeven the most aching wounds. A Revelation she had not truly realised until after the night he had held her so tightly as she slept, for once she had been free of dreams or nightmares, those dreams of her friends calling her home. It had been a relief without dreaming of her friends and ichigo...ichigo always looking at me with such hurt and betrayal. But I must move on, or I'll break.
Between the kisses and gasps for air she had begun to feel her fingers itching to touch those black lips, to allow her fingertips to dance across them and feel their texture. She wondered how they felt after he had kissed her, did they change in temperature like her own which felt so hot and swollen. After building up the courage to take the action she caressed them, but she had not comprehended his reaction towards this simple act, It felt like her heart had momentarily stopped when he breathed out her name so hauntingly.
For an unknown reason he seemed to revel in the light touches her fingers made, but she believed that it was nothing compared to the body shattering bliss she was experiencing from this moment, Encased between the cold wall and his hard body she was in awe of the image before her, His head tilted back slightly, eyes closed causing his dark lashes to dust the teal markings. Such pain and sadness, I will heal you..
His lips parted beneath the contact of her finger pads, showing the pink lining of his mouth and for once he seemed at peace and vulnerable.So beautiful...That pooling desire and pressure pulledtighter in her abdomen, an ache throbbing relentlessly within her. A need and true emptiness within her pleading for completion. It was such a foreign experience that nothing could have truly prepared her for.
Orihime leaned in once more, towards the sweetness of his lips,the strange salty and sweet escence similiar to the taste of tears. Her own mouth felt dry from the abscence, she wanted-No!-Needed to feel him again against her. So close. They were only a small breath apart, her lips closing in to his own advancements. However before her wish and desire could be granted she felt his hands tightly grip the tops of her arms painfully, without understanding what was happening she felt cool air whipp her hair across her face and the sudden movement cause her neck to jerk roughly.
Disoriented from the rapid movement and blood forcefully rushing to her head made her even more unclear and unbalanced. Blood pounded loudly in her ears, her pulse beating furiously. Orihime stretched a hand out in front of herself to grip anything for support, this case being a chair.
She Leaned in against the chair to balance her equilibrium and tried to solve and rationalise what had just happened. The red headed girl then realised as she looked around thar she was across the other side of the room, at complete opposites to the wall she had been pressed heatedly against mere seconds ago. A surge of emotions hit her, surprise, confusion, hurt and finally embarrassment and rejection.
After having established her location Orihime searched franticaly for Ulquiorra, she found him Facing towards the door with his back to her. Standing coldly and distant like he had when she had been first brought here to las Noches, to her relief he was not as guarded like he had been back then, she could the tense setting of his shoulders. Apart from that though she could sense the tense atmosphere rolling off his body in waves.
'' Ulquiorra,..what is-''
Before she could finish her question Nnoitra entered the room, the door quivering from the force he had exerted on opening it. A jolt of fear and disgust rippled through her at the lecherous and libidinous smile that graced his lips upoon seeing her. The beady singular eye became even more slitted as his overly long branded tongue fell from his mouth to lick across his lips, the action elicited the notion of a hunter about to torture his prey before watching it's life fade only to devour it.
She felt fearful for Ulquiorra as well despite the obvious divergence in rank,his form so perfectly sculpted appeared fragile to the quintos own distorted body. If Ulquiorra had felt intimidated at that moment, he did not show any sign in his expressions or body language, instead that cool and composed mask fitted perfectly and revealed no flaws.
Nnoitra leaned back onto his ankles tilting his head up into the air before taking a hearty sniff, the very action revoltedOrihime.
''mmmm...I haven't had the pleasure to smell something so mouth watering in so long!''
His eye remained trained on the young girl, that one lustful eye undressing her from the stiff uniform, he practically relished in herflushed pink cheeks and messed hair, he imagined countless ways as to how to make her more breathless. The scent of her juices were like a kick in the gut- Maddening. He would fuck her dry..that was for sure. The quinto espada took a step towards the frightened girl, his hands itching to tear her apart.
Nnoitra had not completed the first step towads orihime, before Ulquiorra had a cero charged, its startling aqua light pulsing on his index finger directly placed on Nnoitra's sternum.
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