Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Ginger Snaps ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

A/N: I feel dirty. And I don't own Bleach.

Warning: If you have issues with graphic citrus content, S&M, dark themes, swearing, or Orihime acting like a sociopath, please hit your "back" button now. Don't worry though; by the end of this chapter Unohana will make it all better. She always does.

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Two days after the hallway incident, Jyuushiro sighed for possibly the 30th time as he stared in his mirror. He was sporting a hell of a love bite.

Trying to comb his long hair over the mark was useless; one small gust of wind would give away his dirty secret. If people saw it, they would definitely ask him where he got it from, and what would he tell them? That he was a disgusting old man who molested a teenage girl in a back hallway? He frowned at himself. Orihime just barely got out of Hueco Mundo unscathed and he's jamming his tongue down her throat like she's a common streetwalker. Inappropriate. Disgusting.

He looked at his reflection in the mirror again. He still hadn't recovered fully from his last TB attack 2 weeks ago. He was too thin. Instead of having a healthy glow, his skin looked pale and he thought, sickly. The dark circles were still under his eyes. He snorted. Appropriately he was looking like death warmed over.

When he thought about it, even though Orihime looked pale from her time in the desert, the girl still radiated life with her ginger hair and warm gray eyes. Soon her skin would gain back that healthy glow, she would head home to the living world to go to school to hang out and possibly date boys her own age.

He scowled at the mirror. Boys her age wouldn't even know what to do with a woman like her. They would have fumbling hands and only try to greedily sate their own needs, as teenage boys are wont to do. She deserved better. He could give her better.

Shaking his head to rid it of those foolish thoughts, he returned to the problem at hand. The large purple mark just above his collarbone. He had to admit, that was unexpected but he would be lying if he said that he didn't absolutely love the pleasure/pain of her teeth latching onto his neck. It was better that he had managed to put some distance between the two of them before he took her hard against the wall in that hallway.

Damn, it was bad enough in the past 36 hours he had to keep tending to a persistent erection that popped up every time he remembered that moment. Hmmm. Lets think about something else then, like how practical Captain Kuchiki's scarf is. Sure the thing cost as much as 10 mansions, but it might be worth it for extremely rare occasions like this.

Jyuu sighed. There was no way around it, he was going to have to shunpo over to the Fourth to have Iemura heal the damn thing and pray he didn't ask too many questions. Hopefully, he would just comment on how manly it was, and then Jyuushiro could distract him with a question about the next Men's Association meeting.

He had to pick up his weekly tea prescription from Retsu anyhow, and then he could head into the office to make sure that Kiyone and Sentaro didn't destroy the place with their usual nonsense. It would then be a perfectly normal day.

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That morning, Orihime was meeting with Captain Unohana in her office to begin what she believed to be the long task of unloading her conscience of how she survived her time in captivity. The office itself was unimpressive; it had the standard rice paper shoji as the door, a faux leather couch, a long desk, and a chair. It all seemed sterile. She felt out of place and began to fidget.

Orihime leaned back on the couch and noted that it wasn't very comfortable. She looked up at the ceiling and tried to find hidden images in the white swirled tiles - bunnies, snowmen, white robots attacking sheep, Acidwire's hollow mask, an outline of Hueco Mundo. She snapped her eyes shut and willed the images to go away.

Captain Unohana arrived a minute later with a notebook. After running through the basics of her paranoia and dark thoughts, they agreed to start with her interactions with Ulquiorra, since those seemed to disturb her the most.

"I have an idea of what is going on, but just to be sure, please tell me about one of the times you saw the Espada intimately."

***Flashback***

Orihime was beyond pissed. She didn't have any particular reason to be this angry, but she paced her room…no, she reminded herself, this is a cell. She was clenching and unclenching her fists. Her reiatsu was disturbed and snapping around her.

Everything was horrible today - her clothes felt wrong, the food was bland, her skin felt oily, her bangs were hanging in her eyes, and she needed fucking release. Ulquiorra was late with her dinner; at least she was pretty sure he was. With no watch, time was impossible to tell, but it felt like fucking forever since she ate lunch. Oh, he was going to pay for making her wait. She smirked. Szayel was "kind" enough to lend her some instruments from his lab this morning.

Less than 10 minutes later, but what seemed like an eternity to her, Ulquiorra arrived with what was considered to be dinner. But Orihime wasn't going to be eating food this evening. Wheeling in the food cart, the nameless arrancar felt the predatory aura coming from the girl and scurried out as quickly as his legs would move slamming the door behind him.

Ulquiorra watched the other arrancar with his usual blank expression. When he turned to regard her finally, before a single monotone word could even leave his thin lips, Orihime shoved him backwards.

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Jyuushiro arrived at the 4th division and was healed up by Iemura within a few minutes. As predicted, he talked about how manly it was to have a beautiful woman in bed and asked him who the lucky lady was. Jyuu was tempted to tell him a man gave it to him just to see the reaction he got, but settled on smiling and telling Iemura that he didn't kiss and tell.

After discussing the location of the next Men's Association meeting, Jyuushiro said his goodbyes and headed back to Retsu's office to pick up his tea prescription. He paused with his hand on the shoji when he heard a familiar voice floating through the screen.

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"Get on the fucking bed," she pushed Ulquiorra again, "NOW!"

She tore off his jacket and hakama, and shoved him sideways onto the futon. Faster than he could blink his black obi was then used for the dual purpose of securing his hands behind his head and acting as a blindfold. She then grabbed Murcielago from its sheathe, and impaled him to the mattress through his left shoulder. Hmmm…good. But not good enough, he barely flinched.

Without uttering a word, she grabbed the kit Szayel gave her earlier, pulled out three items, and then began removing her own clothing.

"Woman, when Lord Aizen kills your friends, I'm going to request that you be there to watch."

"Shut the fuck up!" Picking up Murcielago's sheathe from the floor, Orihime began whacking her prisoner across the chest and thighs barely missing his crotch. The decorative metal ring around the center caught on his skin and began to create welts and gouges on his white flesh. His cock started to stir to half-mast.

"You like this don't you, you goddamned freak!" she shrieked, getting even angrier when his high-speed regeneration began healing the wounds almost immediately. Realizing this was getting her nowhere, she settled for shoving her panties in his mouth to keep him quiet while she finished fighting with the top of her dress. That action brought his prick to full hardness. Ignoring the small voice inside her head that pointed out the absolute wrongness of her actions, she leaned over, gripped his shaft, and gave it a good hard pull bordering on abusive.

Orihime heard Ulquiorra suck a breath in though his nose from the initial contact, so she tugged again and was rewarded with a barely there shiver. She released his length and then began to slide her fingers up and down through her moist folds while circling the bed and contemplating what she would do to the prone figure laying on it. She sneered, she was enjoying the sight of her prey; the prick deserved everything she did to him.

Picking up one if her new instruments, she smiled mirthlessly as she clapped the enforced binders around his wrists and secured them to the floor. As soon as he realized what she had done, he began to pull on them immediately. But Orihime wasn't stupid, he could escape if he really wanted to, this was all part of their usual game.

"Don't bother struggling, you will be released when I'm through with you" she said in a mocking voice. "And you love it. Your cock looks like it's about to fucking explode" To punctuate her statement - she leaned in giving his shaft a long lick from base to tip and to her inner glee, his body went rigid. She then began to lick around his cockhead, pausing to dip her wet tongue into the slit, which caused him to inhale sharply.

Orihime bit her bottom lip as her fingers began rubbing her clit in small hard circles. Damn, she was getting more reactions from him tonight than she had in months. Feeling the beginnings of a power trip, she began to pant and grind onto her fingers. It was time to move on to the second stage of her plan.

She picked up the other items she got from Szayel, flipping open the cap to the lube and pouring a generous amount onto the rod in her hand. She then reached over and liberated Ulquiorra from his blindfold.

Grabbing the horn of his helmet for emphasis, and holding the large ribbed phallus nearly an inch from his nose, thus allowing him to see the lube nearly dripping onto his face, "Do you know what this is?" she sneered.

His brows furrowed slightly and he barely shook his head.

She smirked at his confusion. "This is called a vibrator in the real world. And since you won't fuck me, I'm going to fuck you while you eat my pussy. And Gods help you if I don't cum."

Ulquiorra's eyes widened and he let out a sound through the panties still stuffed in his mouth that sounded suspiciously like a mewl.

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Jyuushiro stood just outside of Retsu's office with his mouth agape. His brain was desperately trying to process the information he just heard through the thin shoji door. Orihime - young, sweet, innocent, Orihime was a pervert to rival himself. He attempted to pull moisture into his too dry throat, and wound up choking on his own spit.

Before anyone could come and investigate, he pulled his haori closed to hide the impressive bulge in his hakama and took quick strides toward the front exit, only to run into Isane.

"Captain Ukitake!" greeted Isane, " It's so good to see you! Are you heading out to your division? Please tell my sister I said hello!"

"Oh I'm not heading to my division yet, but I'll let her know!" he waved and replied cheerily. Contrary to his original plan he wasn't going to be heading to the 13th just yet. Because he was so turned on, he would be lucky if he even made it to the nearest restroom before masturbating furiously.

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Orihime blinked. "Err, did you hear someone coughing?" She was shaking, but to her disgust it was with arousal after replaying what she had done to the stoic Espada.

Captain Unohana paused in her note taking and shook her head. "I didn't hear anything"

To her credit, Unohana didn't seem surprised and wasn't disgusted by the issues she was facing of a sexual nature; in fact, the Captain didn't seem disturbed by any of what she said.

"Orihime, I want you to know that everything you experienced in Hueco Mundo was pretty normal" Upon seeing the incredulous expression on her patient's face, she continued, "When high level hollows live in packs, they create massive amounts of negative energy. Being human, you were especially susceptible to the fallout of that energy. You started taking on the violent characteristics of the hollows you were around.

"You are also suffering from what humans call Post Traumatic Stress disorder, or PTSD for short. This is very common in shinigami returning from the war. I can give you a tea you can take for a time that will take the edge off the paranoia."

Orihime was shocked. It was that simple? "I'll take the tea for the paranoia, but will the negative energy from the hollows wear off over time?"

"Yes and no. In a few more days you won't want to slice up your sexual partners anymore, but you will always be more a bit more daring than most humans."

Orihime frowned. "I want to be normal again."

"Define normal. Part of the problem you are facing is that you are judging yourself by human standards." Unohana smiled, "Orihime, you surpassed being human when you gained your Shun Shun Rikka and entered Soul Society for the first time. You can't possibly hold yourself to those standards anymore. I can't even classify you as human in my files." She waved her hand dismissively, "Besides, normal is overrated."

"Guys…sorry, humans my age are not going to understand this, I barely understand this!" She fretted.

"Then don't date humans your age"

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Orihime had just left and Unohana was finishing up her notes on the session. She sighed quietly to herself and gave one of her secret smiles. "You owe me Jyuushiro."

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A/N: A quick explanation of the Orihime/Ulquiorra scene. She didn't jump his bones because she wanted to humiliate him and she knew that he did not want to have sex with her. While she was taking on hollow characteristics (ie referring to him as "prey"), she wasn't that far gone yet, but she was getting close.

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