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HOLLOW ADMISSIONS
A Bleach Challenge and Gift Ficlet

Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess


CHALLENGE(S): A double header - You're my best friend, dangit! Is that a good or a bad thing? (wk107/108) and "This tastes like...." (wk 103/104).

AUTHOR'S NOTES: My first Bleach fanfic. Please keep in mind I have not seen nearly as much of this show as many I know have. But Mahiru-chan asked for one, and I'm determined to deliver. Warning for LEMON content. A Standard Disclaimer appears at the end of the story.




"This tastes like...."

"Wha--?! Orihime...."

Kurosaki Ichigo was stunned into silence.

And all it took was a simple kiss.

Well, perhaps it wasn't really simple. He was on the verge of losing control again. For the third time in as many days. He'd been lucky before, catching himself in the privacy of his own home. But now, mere blocks from a playground of screaming children, he felt his inner Hollow rise up, felt the bloodlust and desire to kill. He was in deep trouble. He couldn't allow the Hollow to come out. He couldn't.

Then Orihime showed up. No doubt following him. She'd been worried over the last few days. He'd never told her what was happening, but he had a feeling she knew. She'd seen the Hollow in action, seen him as some hideous creature bent on destruction.

So why the hell had she kissed him?

'She kissed you. So what?'

Yes, Ichigo was struck dumb by the occurrence.

'Kiss her back, stupid!'

Too bad his inner Hollow wasn't as quiet.

'What did you say?'

'You heard me, loser. Kiss her back!'

"Wha--?"

"Watermelon."

"Watermelon?"

"The kiss.... It tasted like the watermelon you ate for lunch."

"Orihime...."

Inoue Orihime tried desperately not to turn ten shades of red, her fingers trembling slightly as they pressed against her lips. What she said had not been the complete truth. Sure the kiss tasted like watermelon, but there was also a hint of tuna -- from the sandwich also eaten at lunch -- and the slightest taste of bubblegum --which she had been chewing. It was an interesting combination. One she wanted to taste again.

However, one kiss may have been too many.

She was extremely embarrassed by her forwardness. Granted she had wanted to kiss him for far too long. Almost did once, saying what she believed to be goodbye. Her heart swelled with joy at finally fulfilling that dream, but her confidence waned as she remembered the reason she kissed him in the first place.

The Hollow was coming out.

She was somewhat relieved that the kiss had served its purpose. The mask that had begun to appear was slowly fading. But in its place was another mask. One of confusion. Of fear.

With a tilt of her head she examined him more closely. His eyes seemed blank, yet they spoke volumes. Surprise. Uncertainty. Eagerness. They went from one extreme to the other. Perhaps the Hollow was still present, even with Ichigo more in control.

'Kiss her!'

Maybe the Hollow wouldn't mind if she kissed him again.

'No!'

Her eyes widened in surprise. Did she really think that? What was she thinking?! Something as dangerous as that wasn't something to be kissed. It was frightening. Powerful. Not to be messed with.

On the other hand, she reasoned, the Hollow was a part of Ichigo. A part he may never be rid of. While it was capable of horrible things, Ichigo was a good person. They balanced each other, she believed. A perfect compliment...in a strange way.

And that power...that sense of badness within him...it was enticing. Like something out of a forbidden dream. The thought made her blush even deeper.

'You know you wanna.'

'So what?'

'So...now's your chance.'

"Ichigo, are you all right?"

'Give it up, kid.'

"Shut it," he muttered.

"Ichigo?"

'She's right there. Look at those lips....'

"Is something wrong?"

'They were so very soft....And the feel of her skin.... I wonder what she feels like.'

'No, no, no. I can't do it.'

'Sure you can.'

"Ichigo? Say something." Her concern was sincere. Was the Hollow winning? Should she kiss him again? Maybe she needed to go for help.

'Kiss her back stupid!'

"Just shut up," he grumbled louder.

"Ichigo...."

'Do it. Do it. Do it.'

Grabbing Orihime's arm as she started to back away, he pulled her closer. She looked surprised by his actions, but her lips were ready when he swept them into another kiss.

He had done it to shush the Hollow. The thing was downright noisy! But even as his lips swept across hers, the demon was giggling. Even as his arms wrapped around her, he heard the monster cackle with glee. And when she answered the kiss, her arms wrapping around him in return, he was certain that he had been set up.

Orihime was once again more surprised by her own reaction over Ichigo's. This kiss was so much more, she thought. It was like she could feel every emotion inside of him. They poured into her like fresh water, and she hoped that her emotions got through to him. But once again the sound of playing children broke into her thoughts and dragged her back into reality.

To Ichigo's surprise -- and relief -- she was the one who pulled away first. The blush to her cheeks was quite beautiful, he mused. A musing he tried to fight, but it was so painfully true. She really was beautiful, even without the blush. His eyes trailed lower, stopping when he found her breasts. It was his turn to blush, now. Stepping away quickly, he closed his eyes and cleared his throat.

'Sissy boy.'

'Shut up!'

"Ichigo, I think we should get moving." She looked over shoulder nervously, then focused her eyes on the sidewalk, too nervous to meet his eyes.

As he looked behind her, the sounds of sports and cheering became evident. Where were they anyway? A whistle shrilled and he remembered the elementary school nearby.

"I think you're right," he said. "We should get out of here."

Orihime thought for a moment. "I know a place."

"Okay."

He was surprised again when she grabbed his hand and pulled him along behind her. He had no idea what was going to happen next, but they did need to get away from the school. While the Hollow continued to banter inside his head, he tried to focus on something, anything. It was just bad luck that his eyes fell and focused on Orihime's ass. Not something he usually paid a lot of attention to, but at the moment it was the most captivating sight in the world. The steady movement and gentle sway of her hips were downright memorizing.

'It is rather nice. Probably very firm....'

'Why are you...HEY!'

'What?! You're the one looking.'

'Am not!'

'Then what ARE you doing?'

Ichigo sighed. What the hell WAS he doing? Orihime was his friend. One of the best he'd managed to keep. One of the few that believed in him no matter what. He couldn't possibly look at her in such a perverted manner. No way, he thought as he shook his head to clear it.

'Oh come on. You know you wanna....'

But the Hollow had a point. Now that he'd seen it, he didn't mind looking at it again. And he did, quite extensively, cursing himself the entire time.

'Dammit.'

Orihime sighed as she turned the last corner and headed towards an open park. There were no kids, no couples, no dog walkers. And the pavilion was empty. Good.

As they neared the park, her confidence waned again. What was she doing?! This was so unlike her. But she had good intentions didn't she? Keep Ichigo from hurting others. Keep the Hollow from coming free.

Keep Ichigo all to herself for just a little while longer.

It was wrong, a little voice in her head said. But she couldn't help it. Could she? Ichigo didn't think of her as a love interest. He was too consumed with fighting and protecting than loving. She knew that. And if he turned her away today and never spoke to her again, she would cry for days. But it was the chance she was willing take. She needed to tell him. Just get it out! Then she would accept any decision he made as far as their relationship.

As the approached the covered pavilion, Ichigo asked, "Where are we?"

"Hiroshi Pavilion."

"Oh."

"Is it okay? That we're here?"

"Sure. Seems like we're far enough away from the school," he commented.

"Oh."

'Kiss her again.'

'Why?'

'Why not?'

"Ichigo?"

"Yeah?" His eyes focused on her what felt like the first time. She looked worried, her eyes avoiding his. "Is something wrong?"

That beautiful blush returned as she leaned against the brick wall behind her. "No. Not wrong just.... Are you feeling ok? That was a pretty close call.'

"I'm feeling okay now. Thanks."

'I'll take over if you don't kiss her.'

'Like hell.'

'Watch me.'

As Ichigo warred internally, Orihime continued. "I know I was pretty forward back there. Are you mad at me?"

"No." 'No, no, no, no, no.'

'Hahahahaha.'

'Bastard!'

"Good, because there's something I want to tell you."

'Just one more kiss won't hurt. You could even grab her ass while you're at it.'

'You are INSANE.'

'So says the loser.'

"I...think. No, I know. I'm pretty sure at least."

'I'm not a loser.'

'Like you could stop me from taking over. If the girly hadn't interfered, I'd be wrecking havoc.'

'Like now?'

"I l-love you."

That confession silenced them both.

"Really?"

She only nodded.

'Now's your chance!'

'Chance for what?'

'To do what you've dreamed about doing, idiot.'

Ichigo nearly winced. Okay, so he'd had some not too flattering dreams involving one of his best friends. Actually, they were very flattering, and he wouldn't mind knowing what the real thing looked like....

"Orihime...." Her name was meant as a question but came out sounding more like a plea. He knew he should say something. Anything! But he wasn't sure what to say, and he certainly wasn't thinking straight.

"You don't have to say anything right now," she said. "But.... Well.... Can I ask a favor?"

Ichigo's mouth suddenly went dry. And what was this cold sweat he felt all over his body? "A favor?"

Orihime nodded. "Can I...gosh this is embarrassing.... Can I ask for one more...umm...kiss?"

"I won't ask for another. Ever, if that's what you want."

"What I want...."

'What you want is a good fuck.' A moment of silence and then the demon commented, 'What, no comment?'

'I don't want to hurt her.'

'Wussy.'

"That's not what I want."

'I can't hurt her dammit! Emotionally, physically, I can't do it.'

'Fine. Then I'll help you out.'

'You'll what?!'

"Ichigo?"

'You sound surprised.'

'You think?!'

'Make up your mind, kid. Do you want her, or not?'

Ichigo braced himself against the wall, unknowingly trapping Orihime in front of him. Head bent, eyes shut, he tried desperately to find the honorable man within himself. She was his friend. This wasn't right. But he paused as trembling fingers brushed the side of his face. He stood motionless as those fingers moved down his jaw and gently graced his neck. When he looked up he expected to see some emotion that would make him reconsider. But what he saw made his heart stop. And he stopped thinking completely when his eyes met hers.

'Okay,' he acquiesced to the demon.

The Hollow only chuckled.

'But I'm warning you. If you do ANYTHING to hurt her. ANYTHING at all....'

'Calm down. Sheesh. Everything will be fine. Besides, I'm only going to show you this once.'

'Show me? Wha--?'

But if the Hollow heard him, he made no reply. Instead, the spirit seemed very in tune with Orihime's proximity, moving closer. And all too eager to kiss her again as she requested.

Orihime wasn't prepared for the onslaught of feelings Ichigo's new kiss pushed into her. It was like raw power, untamed and uncontrolled. Her entire body was encompassed in flames, heat pouring into every vein, flowing through every artery. She felt her own powers move forward, wrapping itself around the warmth, creating a whirlwind of sensation that made her heart jump and her knees weak.

There was a brief touch in her mind. Almost physical, but very surreal. It wasn't a harmful presence, but it left her with a feeling of dread. A touch of fear. Then she realized...it wasn't just Ichigo she was kissing.

And her entire body quivered.

The Hollow took that as a sign of willingness, taking the kiss and making it something more.

Ichigo was right at the edge of his own consciousness. He felt what the Hollow felt, saw what he saw, and he too welcomed the change in direction. His blood stirred as his body pushed the girl into the wall, pressing their bodies tightly together. But despite the rush, he was still leery, determined not to hurt Orihime.

'It's all about pleasure kid,' the Hollow told him.

'How do you know...?'

'I know.'

'And this....' Ichigo's consciousness faltered for a moment as Orihime pressed against him and he felt a part of himself stir in response. 'This is pleasure?'

'Just the beginning.'

Orihime, blushing madly, grabbed one of Ichigo's hands and pressed it against a breast. Moans became whimpers as he kneaded gently, their tongues dancing from one mouth to the other. She felt like a whore, wrapping one leg around Ichigo's in an effort to rub her aching core against him.

Was this right? Should they be doing this?

The voices in her head were meek, but she still heard them. She had wanted him for what felt like forever now, although this was not quite what she had expected. Still, she loved him. Did the time and place truly matter? Her emotions were so high that it hardly mattered now. And when he grabbed her ass, lifting her so that she could straddle him, it didn't matter at all.

Ichigo was beside himself and then some. Somewhere between the haze of his sight and the torrential downpour of feeling he couldn't quite understand, he could see Orihime. Could feel her hands as she tried to unbutton his school shirt. Could feel her body as his hand squeezed her breast. It was as soft as he'd thought it be. And her moans, her breath against his skin as the kissed moved from her lips to her throat, they were so intoxicating that all he wanted was more.

'Just warming up.'

'Warming up?' It was an interesting comment, considering how warm he felt. But maybe that was the point.

The Hollow was indeed a master at this.

'Don't worry kid, before this is over, you'll be a pro too.'

'I don't know about that, but-- Hey!'

Orihime cried out as her shirt was torn open and scraps discarded somewhere nearby. It had been more of a surprise than an assault. No, that came afterwards as Ichigo's hands cupped her breasts, fingertips touching her flesh and causing a new wave of sensation to engulf her. She pushed her chest forward, wanting to feel more. Her reward was the discarding of her bra -- she had no idea how -- and the feel of his skin on hers.

'Watch it!'

'I guess those guys at that school of yours weren't jokin',' The Hollow said, ignoring Ichigo's outburst.

Ichigo couldn't say a word, his own obscured vision trained on the bare breasts the Hollow was holding. They were a handful, bigger than he imagined and softer than anything he had ever touched. Her skin was smooth, until it puckered at the peak. Her nipples jumped out at him, daring him to touch them. When he did, she moaned, her head tilting back so it rested against the wall.

But Orihime wasn't exactly passive. Her hands sought without the use of her eyes. Both of her legs were wrapped around his waist, helping to hold her in place. Fingertips traced incomprehensible patterns on his chest, working downward to his sides. She noticed the shiver as her hands pressed against his waist, fingers fussing with the waistband of his pants. Then they moved over the material, brushing his erection and earning an agreeable moan from both suitors.

Ichigo felt distracted by her attention, but the Hollow continue to touch her. Then he felt something soft, yet hardened, in his mouth. Orihime's whimper caught his attention and he realized he wasn't just touching her, he tasted her as well.

'This tastes like....' But the thought went unfinished as he moved from one breast to the other, his hips pushing up to meet Orihime's grinding motions.

With both hands framing his face, Orihime went mad with need. His tongue scorched her flesh, soothed the pain, and repeated the burning over and over. She thought for sure she would pass out, blackness surrounding her already hazy vision. She tried to respond with motions, since words failed. Her hips pushed against his, her fingertips tracing the lines of his face. His lips opened and suckled her thumb for a brief moment before returned to the heated skin of her neck.

"Ichigo....Onegai...." Feeling him wasn't enough. Her skin, her blood burned for more.

Thankfully the Hollow understood where Ichigo, himself, did not.

'*grumble* What is this obstruction?!' the Hollow growled in frustration.

'Wha--?' It took a moment for Ichigo to realize he was tugging on the waist of his pants. 'It's...a belt.'

'Crude but effective.'

'Uh-huh.'

'Get it off, dammit!'

'O-OK.'

Ichigo felt his hands tremble as he worked on the belt. He was almost glad for Orihime's help as one of her hands searched and found his. There was no logic to their movement. A belt should be simple to undo, but they were in too much of a rush and finally, the Hollow's power rose enough for him to tear the leather in two pieces.

Then he concentrated on unbuttoning the pants, a much easier task without the obstruction of the belt. As he reached for the zipper, he felt Orihime's hand, fumbling for a bit before grasping the zipper and pulling down. He sighed as her hand cupped him, then nearly squealed as she reached inside his under to burn his aching flesh.

'Much better, don't ya think?'

Ichigo didn't answer. He felt as if he was standing outside himself and none of this was real. It felt too good. Felt...he wasn't sure he could explain it. Would he wake up soon? Would this all be a dream?

But the dream ended as he "watched" the Hollow tear off Orihime's underwear.

'Hey!'

'She's not arguing kid. She's begging.'

'But--?'

'Do you want me to stop?'

'No.' The answer was immediate, needy, but hinted at a bit of guilt.

Orihime had a streak of doubt as she dreamily watched her panties float away to the ground on her right. There was a second of mistrust. A second of questioning. Was this right? What had she gotten herself into? But the larger part of her trusted Ichigo, even with the Hollow in control.

The fear was just as tantalizing as the lust.

She begged for him again, unable to name what she wanted most. She was forced into the wall, caught soundly between it and Ichigo. His lips crushed hers in a near violent kiss. Then she felt it, his heated flesh pushing against hers. He prodded, moving cautiously. Then she really felt it, the pain of her vaginal walls stretching as he thrust inside of her. She tried to swallow the cry of pain, but it was lost somewhere in the kiss. She flinched, whimpering loudly.

"Ah!" she uttered as the kiss broke.

Ichigo suddenly rose up again, 'She's in pain! Stop!'

'Too late.'

'I told you not to hurt her you....you....'

'Are you that stupid?

'Wha--?'

'This HAS to happen.'

'HAS to happen?'

'Give it a moment. You'll see.'

Ichigo swallowed hard, his body trembling with the effort of staying still as he felt Orihime's warmth surround him. The heat of her core was incredible and the smoothness of which he could move.... His control slipped once or twice, his body arching upward into hers. He sunk deeper, but her whimpers weren't as strangled as before. And when he felt her arms wrap around him, her legs pulling on him tighter, he felt his body move in one quick motion, thrusting again.

And again.

And again.

"Ichigo...please.... Please....'

'She's all yours, kid. Don't fuck up.'

The Hollow backing down. Why? When he had been so eager? Was he being nice?

'Focus will ya! We won't last forever here.'

Tossing any thought of the Hollow away, Ichigo carefully took control. He was more unpracticed, not quite as skilled. But he managed to obtain a rhythm both of them enjoyed. Orihime helped, locking her legs around his waist so he thrust deeper. She moaned in his ear and he groaned in response. What control he had was slipping fast. He thought the Hollow was trying to regain control. But it was his desire in control, the desire to have, to possess, that was speeding his body to release.

With what he thought was the last strand of his sanity, Ichigo asked, "Are you sure...?"

'Don't give her a choice, idiot!'

"Don't stop. Please...." She held onto him tighter to emphasize her plea.

His body answered before he did, his hips pushing upwards and forwards until he could push no further. The movement was hard and fast, causing Orihime to groan. Ichigo groaned in response, instinct now driving him, and her, towards a conclusion.

Orihime's thoughts were in tatters, bits and pieces she couldn't collate into a coherent picture. What she felt was wonderful. Indescribable. A small measure of pain mixed with the overwhelming sense of possession. She felt an explosion from her gut tear across her whole body. She covered a shout by placing her mouth into Ichigo's shoulder. Her body trembled repeatedly and she felt the thought processes in her brain completely stop. When she was able to regain some semblance of sanity, she was sitting on the ground, her heels resting on the concrete. Heavy breath filled her ear and she hugged Ichigo tightly.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love...you too," was his breathless reply. When he could finally catch his breath, he asked, "Are you...all right?"

"Hai," she answered. "Although...."

He looked up at her quickly as he voice trailed off. "What? What's wrong?"

She smiled. "Nothing, silly. I was just thinking that...it's going to be difficult going home."

"Huh? Why?"

"We made quite a mess."

As he surveyed the surroundings he realized that his jacket was to his right, his shirt to his left and Orihime's bra and panties right beside it. His clothing was intact. Hers however....

"Is it all right...if I move?"

Orihime nodded, removing herself from his lap. She watched, somewhat sadly, as he collected their scattered belongings. She felt as much a part of him now as the Hollow. The thought of them -- yes, THEM -- left a small spot in her gut burning. She giggled as he muttered a curse, carefully inspecting her torn underwear. She smiled at him, his look apologetic as he returned to her.

"Sorry, guess he...we...I...got carried away."

"It's all right."

"No, it's not." He sounded angry, but not at her.

"Ichigo, it is okay. I have plenty of underwear at home."

"That's not...." He sighed, handing her the remains of her clothing. "Sorry." With his cheeks burning, he found his lowered eyes attached to her still bare breasts. Quickly, he pulled his school jacket around her shoulder, covering up the temptation.

'Wussy.'

'Shut up, asshole.'

'Is that any way to treat a friend?'

'Friend my ass.'

He pulled away from Orihime, pulling himself together enough to look presentable. He heard Orihime moving behind him, cleaning up herself. Then he felt her arms wrap around his waist.

"Are you sure you're okay? I didn't--?"

"I'm fine, truly, Ichigo."

He grasped one of her hands, turning to her. She looked a little tussled, especially her hair, but he felt something inside him swell when he saw his jacket zipped up on her torso. It was long enough that it nearly covered her skirt, too, giving him an excellent view of her legs.

'Down boy,' he told himself.

'Enjoy the view, and remember how good they felt wrapped around you,' the Hollow teased.

He sighed, not bothering to respond. "Ready to go home?"

"Yes."

It was quiet as they walked the mile or so to Orihime's home. Ichigo carried his bag and hers, his left hand clasped in hers. He felt relief, excitement and protective. It was so overwhelming that it left him speechless while he tried to sort it all out.

There was a brief thought to thank the Hollow but he pushed it aside.

Orihime also thought to ask about the Hollow, but remained silent.

'Hey, what about me?!'

Why ruin a beautiful moment?


~FIN~

Disclaimer: Ichigo, Orihime, and the entire series of "Bleach" belongs
to Tite Kibo and Shonen Jump. I do not claim any of it for my own. The characters have been borrowed and used here without permission. No money is being made from this story, so please do not sue.