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I choose to draw first blood. Read at your own discretion.Title: Posthumous Sex AffairRating: Either an M or an NC-17. I don't believe in the NC-17 rating so I'll say it's an M.Summary: There was blood by the buckets. Everyone died, there was nothing she could have done then. All alone, it can be hard not to cry, even for a girl like her. She had to escape...Series: You have three guesses and the first two don't count. I'll give you a hint, though: it's Bleach.Genre: Romance? No. Definitely no. Note: Not one to back down from a challenge, here is my mighty (?) counter to a Deathmatch for everyone not to read. It's somewhat gross...in my opinion. The story may vary depending on where you read it, depending on whether or not I decide to post this at Fanfiction.net.Pairing is Tatsuki x dead body.That's right, you heard me.Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.---rig·or mor·tis [rig-er mawr-tis]noun 1. temporary stiffness of joints and muscular rigidity occurring after death2. Muscular stiffening following death, resulting from the unavailability of energy needed to interrupt contraction of the muscle fibers. ---Posthumous Sex Affair---She blinked, and it happened that fast.In the middle of a cold, wintry battlefield she shouldn't have even been in, Tatsuki saw her friends--Orihime, Ichigo, Chad, Ishida, and Rukia--in fighting stances. The image of the five, standing proud and ready to risk all, snow billowing around them; the blizzard doing nothing to perturb them. Neither did the threatening aura that kept Tatsuki's knees shaking, against her will. Indeed, it was as though nothing could knock them down. They were granite. And Rukia and Ichigo's Shinigami uniforms were majestic. Almost made her jealous.Then she blinked.Just for the tiniest fraction of a second, her eyes were closed, but when they opened the carnage was nearly over. A trickle of red drool was the only mar on Orihime's face...but her eyes had lost their light and, looking down in horror, it seemed a sword had pierced her breast, nearly splitting her in two. Where had that blade even come from?! Through the icy winds, it was impossible to see anything beyond her friends. Beside Orihime, Ishida still stood. Yet, his head had gone missing somewhere. Tatsuki scanned the ground but could see nothing. Chad...Chad had to be all right...! And he was! She could only see his profile, but he looked fine...his body twisted...fine...and there was no other half of his body to be seen. Not so fine. Rukia...it was too horrible to describe what happened to her.Taking this all in an instant was too much to bear for Tatsuki. For anyone. She was beyond stunned by the inexplicable turn of events. How could so much that she valued be lost so quickly? So easily?! The blood turning pink in the cold snow wasn't possible!The heroes fallen, the dangerous aura hidden by the winds left. Tatsuki felt worthless. On top of being completely helpless to protect her friends, those most important to her, the invisible monsters didn't even care whether she lived or died.Left her alone!Or was she?...Ichigo...No, he couldn't have, either! One of her friends still had to be alive! She wasn't alone, was she...?Freezing rain frozen on her face, she gasped when she saw his dead body, separated from the rest. His face was serene, at peace somehow. He didn't even look hurt, the fatal wound was hidden beneath tattered Shinigami rags. Only a chest not moving up and down revealed the cold reality....Wait. What was that, rising up?Unbidden, memories of a strange afternoon class, before this nightmare, were stirred by the odd vision she saw of Ichigo Kurosaki.---Yawning, Tatsuki ignored biology class. It was summer. Karate championships were right around the corner. It was summer. It was hot. It was summer. It looked so nice outside, where she could be training. It was summer, and she needed to prepare for the karate championship.Summer, karate, hot, nice...kind of sleepy, though...yawn...the sweat was rolling down her back now, like it would be when......When she......won the......karate...Victory!"Tatsuki! Wake up!"Huh what?! Eyes she hadn't realized were closed snapped open, and she was greeted by a goofy, heartwarming grin."Sleeping in class again, Tatsuki?" Orihime laughed. "You do that way too much in the summer! Every year!"Still groggy, Tatsuki was compelled to defend herself. "It ain't right to..." Yawn. "right...for us students to be stuck inside a musty old classroom like this when it's so sunny out! It's criminal!" Her emotion towards this academic injustice powered her to alertness."Be careful, Arisawa," a new voice interjected. "I believe you are already on the verge of failing some classes. Sleeping in class certainly will not help matters."Ryo.Delivering another one of her "lectures" while straightening her glasses."Hey, I can study just fine! I pass every year, even though I have no plans to go to university!" replied Tatsuki quickly, taking in the classroom. Mostly empty. "Err...where is everybody else?""Out for lunch!" An obnoxious person, who could only be..."but I stayed here so I could play with my favorite big itty-bitty boobie woo--"Chizuru! Her nemesis, whose words and subsequent groping of one Orihime Inoue were cut short by a swift fist from Tatsuki!Which wasn't quite as fast as it should have been. Guh!...Ouch. Her muscles were stiff."Oh!" Her best friend, Orihime--who had been oblivious to Chizuru's earlier advance--suddenly piped up out of concern for Tatsuki. "You shouldn't move so soon after sleeping! You need to do serious, heavy-duty stretching so you don't pull any muscles."Duh. She was an athlete and knew this too well. Couldn't Orihime see that she sacrificed herself for her sake? Heh, it's to be expected. Tatsuki always was giving up tiny pieces of herself for Orihime and it wasn't like she demanded anything in return...other than seeing that smile still on plastered on her face. Yeah, that made it worth it."Umm..." Another girl was in the room, who had slipped past Tatsuki's notice more times than once. Michuru, that is. "Why exactly...did Tatsuki's muscles get all stiff? I don't get it..."Orihime's retinas gleamed ecstatically for the chance to answer a question. "It's rigor mortis! A temporary stiffness of joints and muscles. Happens when you sleep like the dead, like Tatsuki does."Hey!"Really? Wow...I didn't know that," Michuru sounded impressed."Wrong," the only girl in the school more studious than Orihime corrected. "Rigor mortis isn't what happened to Tatsuki. Rigor mortis is a temporary stiffness of muscles that happens to people after they die."How blunt. Everyone else was stunned quiet momentarily."Oh yeah...that's right," Orihime pursed her lips, while Michuru suddenly appeared very frightened."Hey, hey! I got a question!" Damn, Chizuru again! This couldn't be good! "Isn't rigor mortis what happens to men that keeps them hard after they die?!"Ugh. That was totally disgusting. Tatsuki thought she braced herself for stupidity, but clearly she was unprepared.Beside her, it seemed Michuru felt the same. Orihime didn't seem to understand Chizuru's question and remained blissful. Lucky girl."Yes, it is," Ryo answered without losing composure. How could she stay calm in the face of a dumb question like that? More importantly, why did she even know the answer?!"Thought so. I knew men were gross! This proves it. You better stick with me, Hime-chan!"Tatsuki got set to smack Chizuru around again...but it wasn't necessary.Orihime's reply stopped Chizuru stonecold herself. "Oh, but Kurosaki-kun isn't like that."Yet, their women-inclined friend would not go down without a fight."Yeah, he is. I bet he'd try to molest us poor, defenseless girls with his rigor stiffy, just like the other guys!"As if. That was totally out of Ichigo's character. Tatsuki knew from experience that he had zero interest in dating, much less raping girls."He would not!" denied Orihime, quite loudly, her bubbly persona disappearing. "He's nice, even if he doesn't look like it! And he's-not-going-to-die, so it's completely out of the question!"Everyone stared at her in silence as she breathed heavily, the heat in the room causing her to perspire lightly. Awkwardly, Orihime laughed to ease the tension."Come on. Let's go. We already ate and we need to prepare for Phys. Ed."It was Ryo, always the cool one, that broke the silence and left the room. Furthermore, she dragged a reluctant Chizuru and an indecisive Michuru with her.Just her and Orihime, whom appeared confused by their friends' departure.Ah, everything seemed as it should be."You know, Orihime, I agree with you," Tatsuki told her, being a good friend. And nothing more. "Ichigo is a great guy. Cool, good in a fight." Plus, he'd probably never had a boner in his life."You think so?" Amazing, really, how serious her friend got when the subject turned to Ichigo. "He really isn't a sex maniac, right? I don't really know his past like you do, so I just spoke up from my gut without thinking."Her reply was instant. "Of course he isn't." She hesitated momentarily for her next words. "...Hey, you should hurry up and confess to him! Tell him how you feel! No need to be shy!"Red, as always. Heh. "I...um, I...err, I...I...Tatsuki!""Got any leftovers, Orihime! I'm starving enough that I could eat your food!""Hey!"---Hey.Hey.Hey!That bump in the clothing. Nothing could draw Tatsuki's eyes away from it. It attracted her in ways she couldn't explain.Rigor mortis. Rigor mortis. Rigor mortis.She knew she should be disturbed by this. A lot. Like, only a few minutes ago she witnessed the most shocking and disturbing event she had ever seen in her life. The sound of blood splitting the air still rang cold in her ears. And, if she thought about it real hard, she seriously was horrified. Thing was, however, Tatsuki could not concentrate on the horror, no matter what she tried. Inevitably, her attention turned back to him.An escape was presented by that not-so-little thing he was born with.It stood proudly. Majestic, even, underneath Tatsuki's rapt gaze. It was the only other thing standing here, beside herself, creating a sense of camaraderie between them. The two were quite the odd pair, she had to admit. Wait...did she think of the two as an item?Oh, but it was so hypnotizing!Rigor mortis. Rigor mortis. Rigor mortis.A lump blocked passage in her throat, causing Tatsuki difficult to swallow. Unfortunate, that, since her mouth was salivating profusely. Moreover, she felt this lump to be bothersome due to a rapidly beating heart pounding against it thrice every second. Well, at least the blood flow stopped her from keeling over in this freezing wind.Should she get closer to it? That could be a disastrous idea, really. Much smarter to keep her distance, to stay away from it. If Tatsuki stepped nearer to it, she may become compelled to approach it even further. And if she got too close, she might end up...No!What the hell was wrong with her?! This was disgusting! Sick! Utterly revolting! Thinking about doing something like that with one of her dead friend's corpse. Disgusting. The thought made her gag.No, no, no! Don't even think about doing something so disgusting! Don't even...!Ah, err, don't even think about thinking about it! Just stop. In fact, get the hell away from it. Yes, she thought she would run away. Best choice was to flee. That's what her natural instincts told her to do, to prevent her body from discharging everything she ate in the past twenty-four hours.Determined, Tatsuki stepped back. No, she did not hesitate. She wasn't hesitating...Step back, already, Tatsuki! There. Good. And stop thinking about it, for Hell's sake.Rigor mortis. Rigor mortis. Rigor mortis.But it was impossible to ignore, sick though it may be. Even the stench of death and blood in the billowing, chilly air, foul as it was, lost out to this illogical, overwhelming need to examine the protrusion further.So, Tatsuki took another step back, and again, and again. Still keeping her eyes locked on the stiffness before her. Making sure it didn't do anything funny on her. Heh...hehh...err, heh, not anything more funny, that is. Blech.Another step. Her breath became ragged...and not from anything strenuous. Another pace back. That damn heart would not slow down! Great progress being made...wow, not only were her thoughts demented, it would be insane to take off clothes in this blizzard...Don't think like that...! This was exhausting! Further, and further away. A sensation akin to emptiness grew somewhat prominent, though Tatsuki could not be certain of that. While she still looked at it, she found it more and more difficult to see. That made the sense of not being whole, she thought that was what she felt, all the worse. But she pressed on.Slow, slow, fast, slow, fast, fast, fast, and slow came each intake of air, following a completely erratic pattern. Meanwhile, her heart continued to find new ways to beat faster....Back. Back away. Could hardly see it at all through the misty snow...Back...Then, suddenly, her foot caught on something and she was moving backwards far too quickly!Pain lanced in her backside as she hit the solid ground unprepared, and fear assailed her immediately thereafter. Eye contact with it was lost. That was her intention, yet it happened too quickly. The lump in her throat sank deeper, closer to heart. Breathing ascended in frequency.Anyways! What the hell did she just trip on?! Very uncalled for whatever got in her way, whatever that was! Well, at least it helped distract her from the problem she faced, so she wouldn't have any hard feelings lingering.Standing up, brushing the dust off the skirt of her uniform, Tatsuki swerved her head down to glare at the...at the...at the...the bloodied corpse responsible for her fall.For a second, her heart took a break to pause and the breath got caught in her throat.How could Tatsuki forget she was there? Like, weren't the two best friends? Shameful. Totally shameful of Tatsuki! No, shameful didn't begin to describe how awful Tatsuki felt she was. What an insult she delivered to her best friend, on top of being unable to protect her!In anger, she tightened her fist. Sharp fingernails dug into slick, blue palms....Slick palms? From what?Nah, couldn't be what she thought it was. Had to be sweat. Probably, her palms had been wet with sweat for a long time, and she simply hadn't noticed before. Yeah, that's it. So confident in this answer was Tatsuki that she did not even bother to ascertain what made the palm wet.Instincts, though.That grating curiousity, innately attached to her extroverted personality, came back to haunt her, metaphorically speaking. Like with that terrible bulge--which she definitely refused to think about!--there was this need, compulsion, to take a little peak. Look a little bit closer.One finger slipped free of the fist. Red! She gasped. No, no. Need to make sure...Another finger. More crimson. Finger. Red. Finger. Red. Finger. Red. Five for five.No denying it. Her hands were painted crimson with her best friend's blood.Repulsed, shaking, disturbed, Tatsuki turned away. She had to get away! Escape. Escape from the horror. Blood thrashed wildly in her veins. Escape! This world was insane! An urge to vomit. Nothing else stood by her side! Escape!Oh.Rigor mortis. Rigor mortis. Rigor mortis.That's right. It wouldn't deny her. They were of a like mind, those two, and Tatsuki was certain it would not refuse.Phew.A big sigh of relief left her mouth. Her pulse slowed and the malaise left her mind, the storm calmed by the sickening bulge.No, don't be a fool! She already got away once. Don't think you'll get away again! This is wrong! The voices in her head screamed their lungs to the bursting point in desperation. But Tatsuki could not hear them. Would not hear them, since she felt herself being distanced from reality. That she was getting away from everything. Escaping.One little glance should make her feel much better...and, she did kind of wonder if what Ryo and Chizuru were talking about was true...The encounter with her dead buddy distracted her quite a bit, and it was rather far away and should have been tough to find, yet...her eyes found it once more immediately.Her heart soared in joy, that lump came back. And Tatsuki looked away, to escape. Her heart twisted in sorrow.Maybe another look...Besides, it wasn't like she was actually interested in that part of his anatomy...Rather, she despised it...Oh! It looked so alive!No! No! No! Look away! Better look away...! But it was so fascinating...Ah, screw it! She wasn't close enough, she had to move next to it!A reversal of a few minutes ago took place. Instead of backwards, forwards. Top became bottom and reason thrown out the window to be damned forever.Her friend continued to be dead behind her, virtually forgotten.Rigor mortis. Rigor mortis. Rigor mortis.With each step she took, it grew larger. With each step she took, her heart went faster. With each step she took, it occupied more of her vision. With each step, she forgot about another friend's death. With each step, she was less alone. With each step she took, she wanted to take another step!Rigor mortis. Rigor mortis. Rigor mortis.So close. So close. So very close. Oh, it's near, it's near, it's near! She could reach down and feel it!Rigor mortis. Rigor mortis. Rigor mortis.Right next to it, a blot of sanity returned to Tatsuki.Her walk towards it paused.This was ridiculous. Why was she so fascinated by a frickin' hard-on?! It belonged to him! He was dead! Dead! Dead! Dead! Dead! Shouldn't she be more concerned with him being dead?! Dead, dead, dead! But, no, all she cared about was that one part of his body! Taking it for herself! Disregarding his feelings. Violating him!As if sensing her thoughts, the erection appeared to grow stronger. She licked her lips.Hmph. What did it matter if she wanted a piece of him?! She saw him first, before anyone else did! Tch. She cared about him more than anyone else! More than her best friend behind her! From the beginning, always! More than Little Ghost Girl ever did! This wasn't Tatsuki's fault. No, it wasn't! She was so nice and let everybody go gaga over him, and pretended she didn't care one bit about him. All for their sakes. Why should she do a thing about herself? Why should she try and be happy?! He was her childhood friend. They knew each other best! He should have seen behind her words and shared it...or even considered...before he had to distance himself from her. From everyone. Before he had to stop being the man she knew!So, if anything, it was all his fault.He deserved anything she did to him. She deserved the chance to do whatever she wanted. They deserved each other.To death.Rigor mortis. Rigor mortis. Rigor mortis.Looking down at him, so strong and erect in that one place, Tatsuki made her decision.Anticipation reached a new high. It's been said before how quickly her heart has pulsed, and it couldn't have possibly gotten much faster, but Tatsuki's heartbeat gained power now and throbbed painfully. The cold was forgotten, it made her body so hot. As if it were trying to do the load of two bodies. Coupled with heavy intakes for air, she was surprised her chest did not snap open.With this sense of exhilaration interfering with her vision, Tatsuki knelt down and stared at Ichigo's penis and the tent it made in his grey, school uniform.Warmth spread through Tatsuki, staring at the only part of her dead childhood friend that hadn't died, creeping out from the center of her womanhood to spread throughout her entire body.Funny. Though the rank odor of death was still so strong, she could still clearly detect the smell that was uniquely his. She realized this with excited startlement. It was her secret. No...their secret. Just between them.Inhaling deeply with her nostrils flared wide open, she ravished this scent deeply and grew hotter. Much like she suspected Orihime would have dearly liked to. But it was her turn, now.What's this?Aha! The musk was stronger in his lower regions, around it. Oh, it looked to be in so much agony, imprisoned in those restricted clothes.So Tatsuki chose set his dick free. Expose it to the freezing air.Slowly, she unclasped the button of his uniformed pants. Ichigo's body felt so cold, she noticed sadly. Even in that one special spot...though it was kind of hard to tell since the whole world felt cold to her...But it was such a sad thing for him to be so frozen when he had always been so warm, even while he attempted to hide behind a cold facade. A zipper was loudly unzipped. He looked so much more comfortable now, but Tatsuki hadn't had enough. Though she struggled slightly, she managed to lift his midsection up while pulling the pants down all the way to his knees.Much better!Not only did his penis appear happier, but the heat inside Tatsuki raised significantly, too. Sweat rolled off her forehead like a rain shower, and everywhere on her body. Hot breath left her mouth to wintry air in smoky puffs. Her heavy, winter clothes were chafing, she noted distantly, so slick with perspiration were they. The sports bra she wore--one of her few reluctant admissions of feminity--was burning up her body way too much, adding to her whole slickness. Yeah, and she was getting wet between her thighs, too, not something she was very experienced with, but that was no sweat, she knew that much.Back to the task at hand, there was still one article of clothing to take care of: the red, pinstriped boxers blocking access. Heh, so typical of him, she thought and felt aroused even by that little detail. Tatsuki hadn't seen what lurked in those shorts since she was six or so--not that she marked the date on the calendar--but she had imagined seeing it again. More often than she would like to admit in the past year. This scenario, with Tatsuki unveiling his dick, had been imagined before...albeit, in livelier circumstances, but this would have to suffice. So the boxers were nearly torn off in her haste.Her body felt hotter. Her breath caught.Now, it--err, his penis--was unveiled to the harsh air.The sweat made her clothes all the more unpleasant to her skin....Err, his crotch probably shouldn't have been blue. Oh, he had blue balls! Hilarious, hilarious, hilarious! Completely kept her mind away from a couple of minutes ago, it was so funny!Hmm, Tatsuki should make it red. With friction. He would like that.Using one hand to unbuckle her pants, in order to cool the hottest spot of her body, she tentatively reached forth to touch it......There. Her wet fingertips could feel it.At last.It felt great. She moaned for him. Or maybe because she was so happy...for both of them. Or perhaps because she just slipped two--count 'em!--digits inside her own pussy.Matching the rhythm between the two, Tatsuki began sliding her hand up and down Ichigo's cold shaft while rubbing her womanly folds. No pre-cum leaked out of Ichigo, not that Tatsuki knew this should be happening, but her sexual center was dripping profusely.Yeah, her pussy was wet but, you guessed it, this wasn't enough. Her and Ichigo's relationship had to be consummated. Brought back to the life it once had. Furthermore, Ichigo was kind of...well, dead, and she figured his stamina would be even less that of a living man.So, reluctantly, she stopped touching her hotspot and removed her other hand from Ichigo's dick in order to slip her pants off and ready herself for entry. She wanted, no, needed this feeling badly!Too bad she had to do all the work herself, though. It was embarassing to squat over Ichigo's dead body with all her womanly body parts exposed like this! Ahh, but she would forget this shame in a few seconds. Forget all her shame.In the cold winter day, Tatsuki's greedy pussy hung suspended above Ichigo's unwilling, but all too capable, cock for only a few brief seconds before..."What...the fuck...are you doing with my body?!"Delirious, Tatsuki turned around in complete surprise.It couldn't be......She saw...!...But it could not be anyone else.Shocked, she fell onto the object of her lust unceremoniously."I-I-Ichigo?!" she gulped his name loudly, hardly feeling her cherry burst."Yo," he greeted, red with either stifled anger or blatant embarassment, Tatsuki had no idea which, "...is what I would normally say, but this is totally f--"What was he blathering about?"You're really alive?!" she interrupted, weird feelings spinning uncontrollably. Cold and hot. Confused and excited. "This is no dream I'm imagining?! Where's...Is everyone else okay?! How are you still here?! Why did..."...you leave her? "What I saw before was...real?"Images returned of the shocking violence."Yes, I am, no, yes, that's, uh," Ichigo desperately tried to answer her rush of questions, while trying to keep his eyes off of, uh, his mostly-naked body and Tatsuki's partially unclothed body. At the place their bodies connected. "Everyone else is...fine. We just reincarnated to the next..." His explanation stopped short when he realized Tatsuki was shaking. Took him a while since he was avoiding her sight."Are you okay?!"She couldn't escape from it. Could not deny it. Over and over again, she saw her friends being pierced by blades from the shadows. Their viscera fly. Again. Again. Again! Too much. And, to top it off, she lost herself and actually...ugh, she couldn't think it!Ichigo asked again. "Are you fine?! I'm not that mad that you...with my...Hey, are you...crying? ...Did...did the Hollows hurt you, too?!"...However, a familiar voice was breaking through to her..Reaching inside and pulling her back up...Kind of the opposite of how things used to be...heh...That old self was returning to her...Shaking her head, which sent tears flying every which why, Tatsuki put on a smile and answered."No...I'm fine...I'll be fine, now. Really!"And, really, she wasn't moving her body up and down then, approaching a climax. Really, she hadn't been doing that for the past few minutes. For certain, though penetration occurred, she did not take advantage of Ichigo's Shinigami corpse. Really, she didn't fuck him or anything until she nearly passed out from exhaustion.Really, the conversation she had with him was not imagined.---Really!---And I just invoked the ire of somebody, somewhere.Anyways, I strongly dislike how all my lovely formatting (italics, bolds) got lost when I directly copy-and-paste text from my crappy word processor's document. It's a major pain in the ass.New info!Truth is, rigor mortis would have nothing to do with a man having an erection post mortem, as the penis is not a muscle (they're a part of us guys' brains, ladies, unless, of course, the opposite is true and our minds are actually extensions of our wangs). So, Ryo (and not me) was actually very wrong and totally bluffing in the flashback when she said this was the reason a dead dude would "feel" a little frisky. As for what would give a guy a boner after his heart stops beating, he would either need to die with one already (like, having a heart attack in the middle of sex) or would need to die face-down so that gravity would naturally draw all the blood inside his dick and fill it up. In Ichigo's case, it's obvious that going into battle makes him hard (but who wouldn't get that way with a chick like Rukia at their side?), so that's what happened in my story....Too much information, per chance?You bet your ass that was. Be happy I didn't link to the site where my research was conducted. The other fruits of my labour will be used to great effect in one of my later stories, so get your barf bags ready or run for the hills. Link to Laurie's story:http://laurie-bunter.livejournal.com/39448.html