Okay someone came to me with a very special request, to translate "I want all of you" in english because her friend wanted to read the story. Given that my english is very poor, she friendly offered to translate the story. So many thank to Kuro-cho-Tsuki-shiro, take a minute to visit her page, she already had a amazing work on bleach. ( u/3015201/)

So here we go with chapter 1, Bleach belong to Tite Kubo unfortunately

CHAPTER 1

"Rukia-sama, it's time for you to get up; breakfast will be served soon."

She woke with a start at her servant's voice, and was sitting up in the blink of an eye. Even before she looked in the mirror, she knew that her cheeks were red; not so much a natural flush as one born of desire. The sight of her face, soaked with sweat, and her cheeks aflame, shocked her all the same, as she passed the looking-glass.

The dream hadn't been a nightmare, like those in which she was forced into a relentless flight from hollows and in which the monster always found her in the end. No, this dream had been one of the more pleasant ones.

A wave of heat posessed her anew as a memory from her dream resurfaced in her mind. The recollection of a man who had slowly explored every part of her body, his large, pale hands so hot that her skin seemed to burn beneath their contact. But there was no pain other than the desire for even more of their heat. Rukia had sunk into his strong arms. Possessed by this man, her heart had begun to beat at great speed; not one of her muscles protested; on the contrary, the more her breathing accelerated, the more receptive he found her.

"Rukia-sama….. is everything alright?"

Rukia started a second time. She realised that her servant was still on the other side of the door and awaiting a response from her mistress.

"Uh, everything's fine, Suzumi; I'm going to take a shower and then I'll get ready."

Rukia saw the woman's shadow disappear. When she was certain she was alone, she let out a long sigh. She shook her head to try and clear it. Those memories would not stop haunting her. It wasn't normal. Yet it had been several months now since she'd started having these recurring dreams, leaving her body aching in the early hours of the morning, aching and unsatisfied.

She told herself that, despite everything, it was not what she dreamed of that troubled her; no, the ecstasy she felt night after night was most….. appreciable. But it was the one who joined her in those moments of languid desire…..

Often, in the dreams, his face was fluid, vague or even non-existent. But Rukia knew exactly who it was who came to make her body reverberate to the very depths of her soul under an assault that was just as powerful as it was sensual. He was large, muscular; with pale, sweet skin; long ebony-black hair, so smooth to the touch; and a deep voice that made her tremble every time he pronounced her name, but the one thing that seemed to rob her of her defences was his powerful grey gaze, which seemed to enchant her and make her lose all reason.

She couldn't recall when the man had become Kuchiki Byakuya; perhaps it had been from the very first day. She did not know how or why her brother came to join her each night in dreams. But he took her to paradise.

Since that day at the academy she had been intoxicated by his presence. And this man who had come out of nowhere, who walked as if he were dancing; this man had come and proposed, so incongruous it can appear, that she become a part of his family. The first time she'd seen him she had thought that he was quite simply the most beautiful man she had ever encountered. Rukia might have salivated if she could. And he had wanted her to be his sister!

Since that time, he had been so cold, so distant….. inaccessible. He didn't even seem to be aware of her presence; he was completely ignorant of her. Rukia always asked herself why. Perhaps she had gained a family, but she had lost all her friends. Her first fifty years in the presence of Kuchiki were unbearable.

And so she'd had to endure a half-century before Byakuya found the strength to explain himself. Yes, a lot of things changed between her and her brother. That day, on Sokyoku Hill, when he had taken the blade of Ichimaru Gin in her place, he had sacrificed himself for her. That had been a revelation. And then he had revealed to her all the secrets of her sister. Rukia had felt loved and wanted.

She had finally experienced the love of a family. And when Isane Kotetsu, the fukutaichou of Fourth Division, had recounted to her what Byakuya had said and done in Hueco Mundo, saving her once more, her heart had opened like a flower.

She could no longer count the times that he had saved her. She did not take it for granted, for sure, but what surprised her more now were the glances he threw in her direction when he thought she wasn't looking. In such moments, Rukia couldn't help but think that he had such fire in his grey eyes. It was impossible to hold onto those glances because, the next second, they were gone. Her conversations with him were often clumsy and often embarrassing, but they were becoming longer and more natural.

Rukia stretched and picked up a towel. Given the state she was in, a shower would do her the greatest good, preferably cold. She re-adjusted her sweat-soaked yukata and left her chamber.

As she opened the door of her apartment though, she found herself nose to nose with Byakuya coming from the communal room for breakfast. He was already dressed, wearing his shihakusho, haori, kenseikan and a costly scarf that was an heirloom of the family. The whole effect was immaculate. Rukia nealy had a heart attack and at once slammed the door shut, letting out a small cry that was far from elegant.

"Rukia!"

The latter swallowed with difficulty and felt her knees go weak, hearing the same voice that haunted her nights. She reopened the door slowly, only letting him see a little of her face.

"Hai, Nii-sama?"

"That was not very polite."

"Go….. Gomenasai, Nii-sama," she apologised, colouring: "I….. I am not presentable; sumimasen, I don't want to offend you."

"I see," he said simply: "Get yourself ready, Rukia, you are going to be late."

"Hai, Nii-sama."

Rukia watched him continue on his way and let out a sigh of relief. She leaned her head out of the doorway and, assuring herself that the path was clear, left the chamber and ran quickly to the bathroom. Closing the door, at last she could relax.

He was the one person that Rukia didn't want to see her like this. She ran the water and stood under the jet. The hot shower immediately loosened her muscles. She took the soap and rubbed every part of her body. Yet it began to burn as she remembered something from her dream that she had tried, by all means, to forget, for fear that it might make her lose her mind.

Rukia was no longer in the shower. She was back when, having just returned to the mansion after a two month mission in the world of the living, she was glad to be back in the house. Kami, she was so glad! Although, having been told that she was to be the principal point of contact between Ichigo and the Soul Society, she couldn't really complain.

Lost in her thoughts, she reached her chamber and didn't see the tall figure who approached from behind. His thoughts too were also elsewhere. In fact, Kuchiki Byakuya was also thinking about the time his adoptive sister had passed in the company of that fool, Kurosaki and he kept telling himself that he could perhaps charge Renji, his fukutaichou, with certain tasks that would allow him to take Rukia's place instead.

He could not admit that he was jealous of the time that boy had spent with Rukia. And, to top it all off, he didn't like the way the young man looked at her.

Beneath the moon, the two of them stumbled into one another. The captain had just enough time to see who he had jostled before he reached out to try and keep her from hurting herself. But this did not turn out as well as he wanted because Rukia tumbled onto him, causing them both to lose their balance.

In the end, they both found themselves on the ground, Rukia atop him. All at once, Byakuya felt his breath catch, aware of the body of the little shinigami against his. He gritted his teeth; she wore only a very thin yukata that ended above her knees; her skin was still wet and her hair gave off a delicate aroma of jasmin. She must have come straight from the shower. Already his imagination was running wild. How could he avoid being overcome with desire as these sensations assaulted his senses?

While Byakuya battled himself, Rukia sat up a little. She still didn't know what she had fallen onto save that it was hard. She would not have been surprised if she had walked into one of the posts on the veranda again.

"Itai….. Sumimasen, my mind was elsewhere and I wasn't looking where I…..

Her words caught in her throat. As she'd sat up, an odour had enveloped her. She would know it anywhere. It was the scent of cherry blossoms, that of Kuchiki Byakuya. She turned sideways to see the face of her brother centimetres from her own, and froze in place, just as if Hitsugaya-taichou had passed in the vicinity.

"Nii-sama, I'm sorry; I….."

"You are not hurt, Rukia?"

Byakuya's question surprised her, though suddenly she understood why she had felt herself pulled towards the object she had collided with rather than knocked backwards by it. Rukia's cheeks coloured violently.

"No," she said in a small voice: "Arigato, Nii-sama."

It was then that Rukia noticed Byakuya was ill at ease. But of course, she must be crushing him beneath her weight. Just as she was about to remove herself, Byakuya suddenly trapped her small frame and held her in place. He didn't want her to leave. Indeed, he wanted her. He felt the heat of her skin against his, but it meant little since their bodies seemed to overlap and her heat was his own. Well, okay, perhaps it meant something. He gazed at her, feeling his member stiffen between them. Kami, the yukata hung so well on her body. He admired her legs where they touched his own body and her breasts, where the edge of her clothing opened slightly.

"Nii-sama….. I must…. I."

"No, you do not move," he ordered simply.

He raised his hips gently. He saw Rukia's lips open in an 'o.' She let out a little groan as she felt his erection grow larger still. A rare smile touched his face as he gently slid his hands towards the base of her belly.

Byakuya could see Rukia's resistence weakening and kept his gaze burning into her as he continued to move his hips. There was almost nothing between them, nothing but a simple pieceof clothing. In seeing Rukia's eyes close with pleasure, he smiled, satisfied; he kept one hand in the hollow of her body and, with a gesture, precise and skilled, he opened the yukata, revealing one of her breasts.

Rukia's eyes opened a little. What was happening? She seemed to have no control over her body; yet, deep inside herself, she knew only too well what was going on: she wanted more!

All the same, she tried to cover herself. But Byakuya moved too fast. Having foreseen what she intended to do, he gripped her hand, pushing it back and covering her breast with his other palm. He began to pet it and pinch it sweetly, while his other hand rested against her side, moving her small body back and forth.

He had instigated the movement, but after a little time, she started to move with him, almost involuntarily. Which left his hands free. He liberated her other breast and pulled down the yukata over her arms, leaving her unable to move them, taking her prisoner of her own volition.

Thus entangled, Rukia had no other choice but to abandon herself to the strange care of Byakuya. God, she had lost her head. All logical thought left her and her senses were overwhelmed with pleasure; her breathing became deeper.

"You give the impression of enjoying this Rukia," said Byakuya in a grave voice.

"Yesssss," breathed Rukia in pleasure: "Oh Byakuya!"

A small smile touched his lips; his eyes closed against his own desire as his member grew painful. He could already feel himself losing control. And equally, he could feel how hot and wet Rukia had become through the fabric of her yukata. His awareness of her presence worked against his self-restraint.

He pulled on his yukata, drawing her towards him and Rukia shifted a little to let him enter her. Rukia's warm, bare skin rubbing against him, his member tripled his anticipation. Oh Kami! Yes, he had wanted often to reach inside her and be lost in her. It was too intense; he must possess her, make her understand that she was a part of him. In letting him have this much now, she drove him mad. He could not wait anymore.

He rose, laying Rukia on her back, and positioning himself between her legs. He leaned into her and embraced her forcefully then. Rukia was already imprisoned in her yukata, but Byakuya made sure that her arms were pinned against her body, giving her no chance to escape him. She writhed and shifted impatiently beneath him. Too hot; it was too hot in her belly.

Rukia's ecstasy rose at the same pace as his own. He could hear her moans coming stonger and srtonger. Now, she pushed her hips up against his, trying to hold herself.

"Bya…..kuya…..By…..a," she groaned.

Her mind was seized with desire.

"You want more?" he breathed softly in her ear.

"Yesss, please. Byakuya, yes."

Rukia's gaze was unfocussed, her eyes half-closed with lust. She tried to free her arms, but Byakuya wouldn't give her the chance. He kissed her, guiding his pulsing member towards her as he did, and letting the swelling tease the opening to her body.

At last, Byakuya let a groan of pleasure escape him, entering her slowly, so slowly. Both of them were assailed by such extraordinary sensations.

He began with a rhythm that was cruelly slow as he penetrated more deeply inside of her, letting full length of his member enter into her before pulling back and re-entering anew, again and again, pushing further and harder each time.

And now he increased the rhythm, watching Rukia's features become consumed with pleasure, her body still captive in her clothes. A strange thought crossed Byakuya's mind then. She was his possession, his prisoner, a part of him. He was in complete control and he wanted to keep it this way. She was his and he was never going to let her leave. Kami, he had wanted, so often, to be lost in her. Rukia was so pretty, so sweet, so beautiful in her ecstasy.

He let his member enter deeper still, so that he had to open Rukia's legs, pushing them back towards her shoulders. Rukia's groans grew stronger as he changed their position, their breathing, raking and deep. Byakuya increased the rhythm still more.

Of a sudden, he felt Rukia's walls close about him and a wave of pleasure overtook him. Rukia let out a final cry, her body trembling sweetly as pleasure ravaged her senses. Byakuya thought that he had never seen anything so delightful before. His eyes widened as his orgasm rose and possessed him. He pushed his hips forward several more times, with force, penetrating her as deeply as he could, before releasing himself inside her with a groan, making Rukia's orgasm peak anew.

For several minutes, Byakuya remained bowed against her, pinning her to the ground with his weight. Kami. All the muscles in his body were trembling like a sakura petal and a strange emotion blossomed in his chest. His heart beat so fiercely for Rukia in that moment. When he saw her eyes flooded with pleasure and love, Byakuya stroked her cheek tenderly, his flint gaze meeting her own:

"Rukia, I….."

"Rukia-sama, it's time for you to get up; breakfast will be served soon."

Rukia knelt in the shower, her body trembling, her knees weak. It was at that moment she had woken, just as Byakuya had been about to say something important. And at the interruption, she could have surely cursed her servant for such poor timing.

Rukia leant against the walls of the shower, continuing to wash more hastily now. Although a part of her was afraid to know the answer, as she dressed, she couldn't help but ask herself:

"By Kami, what did he want to tell me?"

So that it, many thanks again to Kuroi-cho-Tsuki-chiro for her translation, please leaver your review, it will be a pleasure for her and for me to read it ^^ Till then, take care

Omake

Byakuya arrives and fixes me with a piercing stare.

Firebird: Uh…..what?

Byakuya: (…..)

Firebird: What? (starting to freak out)

Byakuya: Onna….. (in the style of Ulquiorra)

Firebird: (gulp) Hai…..

Byakuya: What were you going to have me say?

Firebird: Uh, I have no idea.

Byakuya: You have written this story and yet you don't know what you're writing….. Pathetic.

Firebird: (smiling a little) Leave a review; maybe I'll respond to you.

Byakuya: (sweat drop) Chire…..

Firebird: Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh