Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Casual Friends ❯ Talking before Taking ( Chapter 4 )

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(A/N: Hey everyone! ;D Here's another update for `Casual Friends.' I kind of took a break from it when I wrote `Murder My Heart' but now I'm back so don't despair. This story won't be very long. It was just kind of a spontaneous brainchild of a whimsical idea. I just want to show the intense desire I think lurks under the surface for Ichigo and Rukia. So yeah, long explanation but still. Hope you like this new chapter!

Also: WARNING! THE `F' WORD IS USED QUITE FREQUENTLY HERE, BE WARNED!!!

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Casual Friends

 

4.

 

Rukia

 

I never want to have sex again.

 

Well, that's not true, I really do want to have sex. Lots of sex. I want to have so much sex that my head will explode and I'll die in ecstasy.

 

I just don't want to have sex with anyone other than Ichigo. Because if I had sex with anyone other than Ichigo they might have a sexually transmitted disease. And if I had sex with someone who happened to have a sexually transmitted disease then I would get the sexually transmitted disease and that… that would just be bad.

 

I mean, have you seen what these things can do to you? I mean, I have been stabbed, had all of my spiritual energy sucked out, kicked, throttled, emotionally abused, and all-out wailed on but I would rather go through all sorts of hell again, than get only one of those things.

 

I saw a picture of what herpes can do to you and… and… oh God, going to throw up.

 

Oh shit. What if Ichigo had one of these? Would he tell me about it? I mean, he must have had sex before if he knew exactly… exactly, oh exactly where to touch me. I mean, he was so fucking talented that he must have had sex before. And if he had sex before with an unprotected partner—well, I don't know, it might have been protected, who am I to really judge… but then again, Ichigo and I didn't use any of those condom thingies. Were we supposed to? I mean, each of these books that I've read tells me that I need to use “protection” of some kind. A condom, go on “the pill” or get one of those anti-pregnancy patches, but do I really need to? I mean, I'm in a gigai after all, do I really need to? I guess if I were in my true spiritual form it would have been a problem, but now… who knows?

 

Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah, Ichigo's previous suggested sexual history. If he had sex with someone other than me (I'll kill whoever it was) then he might have gotten one of those diseases. Oh shit, what if I have the crabs and I don't know about it? Well, I think I'd know about it, because I would be itching. But still, it's the whole principal of the thing.

 

But I don't really want to think about Ichigo and his previous suggested sexual history.

 

Really, how could he have had sex in the past few years and not have me notice? We're always together, killing Hollows, fighting evil in general, and trying to finish high school without failing miserably. When would he have time to sneak off—and out of my vice-like grip on his social life—and actually have sex with someone?

 

I don't really think it's at all possible. I am the control freak of his life. I hold the reigns. He wouldn't be able to do anything without my knowing about it.

 

Woefully, I replace one book on the shelf and reach up to pull down another one. Damn it all—can't… reach!

 

Oh well, no one will see if I levitate for a moment. Jumping, jumping, jumping… got it! Ha, take that big, high, book shelf!

 

Oh fuck. It's a pregnancy book. Do I even want to know?

 

Well, let's face it, the closest to a baby I've ever gotten is probably Yachiru. She's young, only about fifty or so, and so cute! Little apple cheeks and pink hair! Too bad she hangs around that psychopath Kenpachi all the time. I want to know what the hell is wrong with that guy. I mean, I know he was raised in the seventy… ninth? Yeah, seventy ninth district of Rukongai and must have had some fucking hard times back then but seriously… did he, like, loose his mind while he was there? Because he's pretty fucking crazy. And sadistic. Can't forget sadistic. I mean, just look at all the times he tried to chop up Ichigo—not that the bastard doesn't deserve it, at least right now, anyway—the guy's nuts! I sigh whimsically and shrug my shoulders. Maybe I can convince Kenpachi to come down here and give Ichigo and ass whooping he'll never forget. Maybe just a few limbs chopped off—nothing major. I'm sure Kenny would have fun and Ichigo… well… Ichigo…

 

At least I'd have a good time while watching him getting beaten to a pulp. Ah, and then I would go to him while he was lying unconscious on the ground, give Kenpachi the thumbs up and send him away. He wouldn't want to go of course but I could give him one of my ice-bitch stares and growl, he'd probably just scoff and saunter off to wait for Ichigo to wake up.

 

Anyway, I'd carry Ichigo back to his room—I might have to work on that particular scenario because he's pretty damn heavy—and put him down on the bed. Ah, then I'd carefully strip off his clothes—clearly for medical reasons only—and begin to perform my kidou so he could heal. And whilst I was sowing his skin back together he will wake up and smile at me. I've only seen him smile at me a few times and Christ knows I wasn't really paying attention to his smiles during times like those. When he came to rescue me for example—not that I ever asked him to, mind you, he's just too fucking stupid to get any type of hint—when he flew in front of my face and said “Hey.”

 

Hey.

 

Just like that! Who the hell says `hey' anymore either? That word is so antediluvian it's not even funny. Seriously… I mean, you've been through fire and death to come and rescue me—even though I told you not to—and all you have to say when you see me is `hey'? Like some prehistoric slug.

 

But he did smile when he said it. Kind of… is it still technically declared a smile if he's frowning while curving his lips upward? Maybe… I still think it is. Damn, I think he even frowned while we were fucking. I mean, I could see it plain as day. Him, thrusting into me and I was, well, I was… I was trying not to pass out but still. I swear when his cock exploded into me he still had that frown on his face.

 

Yeah, but still. I wasn't really focusing on his sinfully sexy smile. Instead I was kind of staring at the humongous fiery bird that was directly behind my so-called-savior. You know, the big thing that was ready to plunge into my heart if something didn't stop it again—yeah, I was kind of focusing on that.

 

Actually, out of all of the people who came to save me it was actually Byakuya who did it right. There was namby-pamby wishy-washy I'm-going-to-fight-a-million-people-before-I-actually-figure-out-who-the-ba d-guys-are-but-I'm-too-weak-and-bleeding-too-much-to-do-anything-about-it kind of thing. No, he just kind of stepped in front of me and let that freakishly long sword stab him instead of me.

 

The whole gesture would have been really sweet, you know… if he hadn't been the stupid fucker who let me almost get executed in the first place. Fucking captains and all their fucking pride… weirdo's, every last one of the. I wonder if they ever get laid…

 

But I shouldn't speak ill of the captains. God knows they can probably hear every one of my thoughts. Shit, what if my brother can hear my thoughts?

 

Hehehehee, that'd be amusing. My brother hearing all of my naughty thoughts. It would kind of be like a telephone. “Yes, operator, connect my thoughts to my brother. He should hear what I am thinking. Maybe then he'd want to un-adopt me.”

 

Hmm, what about a picture phone? Now that'd just be rude.

 

Nah, but thinking about it… I don't want to be un-adopted. I like being a Kuchiki… most of the time.

 

I mean sure there are a lot of double standards to live by, the whole being a noble and just being noble at the same time. No partying, no drinking—not that I do that now anyway, but like I said, it's the principal of the matter—and no sex.

 

I'm sure I could have sex, but only with someone of Nii-sama's choosing. He wouldn't want me to have sex with just some random guy. Especially if it was a certain Shinigami Representative who happened to fight my brother and kinda-sorta win (did he really win? I mean, Nii-sama kind of gave up. He said that Ichigo won, but in the end, Nii-sama was the one standing while Ichigo was lying prostrate on the ground. So did he really?) But no, he would definitely not want me having relations with Ichigo Kurosaki.

 

I think my brother views Ichigo as a type of bug. He's a very annoying insect who needs to be crushed underneath the heel of one of my brother's lackey's. Because Nii-sama would never crush a bug himself. No, he'd make someone else do it for fear of getting his pretty little noble feet dirty.

 

I think that's what he doesn't like about me. The fact that I am ready and willing to get my feet dirty. I know he wants me to be careful and not to throw away my life recklessly but I can't help it. He doesn't want me to get any stronger—I think—but at the same time he's ashamed of how weak I am. I just don't get it. I want to get stronger. I want to be able to compete with Ichigo and Renji. I want to make my brother proud.

 

But I just can't seem to get out of stranglehold Nii-sama has on me.

 

I guess you could call it the stranglehold of love, because he really does want me to be safe. It just feels like sometimes he wants to stop from bettering myself.

 

Oh great, now I'm depressed. Now I'm just thinking about Renji's huge bankai and Ichigo's compact-but-all-powerful one.

 

And then there's my sword…

 

Sure Sode no Shirayuki would kick all of their asses in a beauty pageant—especially Renji's, that damn thing was hideous, but maybe not Ichigo's, his bankai sleek and had the most aesthetically pleasing hilt—but when it came to power… I was definitely lacking.

 

Sigh, now I'm really depressed. Let's not think on my lack of power right now. I need to focus on something brighter…

 

It's not like I'm not training. All of those times I've killed Hollows and battled various beasts from hell. I'm trying and I'm training… I just need to get a little more, resolve I guess would be the appropriate word.

 

Sode no Shirayuki and I just need to communicate better. Ya hear that, you stupid sword, talk to me!

 

Not that you're stupid… no, not at all. I love you… I just wish you would work with me a bit more.

 

Not that it really matters anyway, didn't Nii-sama say that it takes about one thousand years to even touch on the subject of bankai?

 

Well… except for Ichigo… he got it in about two days. Two freaking days! I wish I had one of those doll thingies.

 

Yeah… but Ichigo really does have a nice bankai. And he did save me with it—he actually saved me with it a couple of times.

 

Yes, it was nice…

 

So powerful…

 

So erect…

 

So big…

 

Whoa, getting a bit off track right about now. I'm talking about swords. Swords you dirty perverted brain. Not Ichigo's dick.

 

But that's nice too.

 

I put my hand on my head and shake it. Damn. This isn't going to work. Not with how I'm going about it anyway. Sure, learning about STD's was horrifying and all but I still want sex. Maybe I should just slip over to the Must-Be-Over-Eighteen-To-Enter-This-Section part of the library and get one of those bodice ripping sleaze novels.

 

Or… maybe… possibly… I could… might… perhaps… I could just… go and um… talk to Ichigo?

 

I sigh once again and exit the library.

 

Ichigo

 

I. Can't. Take. It. Any. More.

 

I can't. I'm not strong enough. I'm really not. I mean, give me a couple of Hollows to kill or captains to defeat and I'll take those things down in a couple of seconds but Jesus fucking H. Christ! I am definitely not man enough to take all of this.

 

Why won't you stay down?

 

Damn you my constantly erect member! Fuck it all. Fuck. Fucking… sex… oh, god, sex. I want sex. If sex doesn't happen within the next twelve hours… minutes—of fuck, the next twelve seconds all of this pressure is just going to burst inside of me and I'll explode! I'll fucking explode! I don't know what else I'll do. I just keep thinking of her. Every day I think about her and what we did and how I want so much to do it again and I know that if I don't have my cock pounding into her soon I will have some sort of internal explosion and then lie on my floor for the rest of the time that I am alive simply thinking of Rukia and how fucking good she looked naked while my guts spill out onto the floor.

 

I need her. I really do. I need her now or else I'll never be at peace. Never fucking ever. I'll never tell her that, of course, never fucking ever. She won't know that I need her. She'll never fuc—well, you get the idea. Never.

 

I rolled onto my side and I groaned, clutching my stomach in pain. It wasn't my stomach that was hurting though, go a bit south though, that is where the real problem is.

 

I want her around me. I want her to be so tight as I pummel into her. I want her to scream and moan and whimper and do that thing with her tongue that felt so fantastic. Damn, when she swirled that little pink muscle over my erect cock I practically erupted instantaneously. But she got her way and I held off a bit longer so she could suck me… oh and did she do it right. I didn't know how she had gotten so good at sex. She must have had some practice or something like that because there was no way that she… that she…

 

Wait a second. If she had done this type of thing before… that's gotta mean that she's… that she… she had sex before.

 

I surge up from my bed and start to pace angrily around my room. No. Just no! No fucking way! I'll kill whoever it was. I'll go up to them and immediately pull out my bankai, I won't even bother giving him a chance with shikai, no no no no no… I will rip my bankai through his heart so fast at first. He'll be stunned when it first pierces his skin but that's the beauty of it! He'll be so stunned that he won't move and I'll be able to penetrate his heart with the sluggishness of a sloth. He'll be screaming in pain, of course, but I'll continue just as slowly as I started. Until blood is running down Zangetsu and dripping from my hands. Then, when he's dead I'll stab him a few more times, just to make sure…

 

Then I'll cut off his dick. I bet whoever it was he has a pitifully small dick. Yeah. Small… not like me.

 

Now… I wonder why Renji's face was the one I just pictured as I stabbed and sliced. Hehehee… not that I mind really.

 

WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?

 

My brain is short circuiting. I hate it. I hate her. I hate her for being so fucking sexy. I hate her for making me want her this badly. I mean, I'm an attractive young male with a rather impressive—if I may say so myself—member. I should have my pick of virulent females. I really should. I want my pick of them! I don't want to be stuck on only one single woman! Why… why… did she have to be so… so… so…

 

So fucking Rukia!

 

Short, temperamental, sweet, violent, sexy, gorgeous, mean, wicked, malevolent, gracious, fun, annoying… Rukia. It was all Rukia. My Rukia. Mine. She was mine.

 

There's a light tapping on the stairs and my ears immediately tune into the sound. They aren't heavy footsteps, it's not my father coming up to whack me in the face. Damn, I still don't know why he does that. Fucking moron that he is, he knows that I can beat him now, hell, I can crush his face into a bloody pulp if I wanted to… but he is my father so I guess I kind of have to be nice to him.

 

But then again… he did pass me down my Y chromosome so I guess it's his fault that I'm going through the problem that I'm going through. If his genes had just been a little short on the Y side and he had given my mom an X I wouldn't have these urges. I would be fine. I would be a girl.

 

Um, wow…

 

Never mind. I would never want to be a girl. That would be… uh, ah! No… no! Not even going to think about it for another second.

 

…

 

…

 

…

 

Anyway, guys have it lucky, we can take a piss standing up. Ha. Take that female species.

 

Stairs. Feet. Person. Right.

 

It's not Karin either. She scuffs her feet on the stairs. Yuzu always gets mad at her for doing that. Well, as mad as Yuzu can get anyway. She just does her weird little pouty thing and hearts immediately melt and she gets her way. It always happens, without fail. I swear. I mean, it's like a deadly weapon. A couple of teary eyes, a squeaky voice, and a little, down-turned lip make everybody do exactly what she wants. I should know. She's used it on me more than a billion times.

 

But yeah, it wasn't Yuzu either. She always tries to be as quiet as possible so as not to disturb anyone in the house. She's considerate like that.

 

Well… I shouldn't have had to contemplate any of this. Because I know that Dad, Karin and Yuzu are attending a soccer game. Karin is playing in it with some kids from the neighborhood against this really established and prick-ish team from the main city. So… yeah…

 

Wait.

 

Wait a minute.

 

Wait just one fucking minute.

 

If it wasn't Dad. If it wasn't Karin. If it wasn't Yuzu. If it wasn't any of them… then it had to be…

 

My door opened and she—she—walked passed the threshold and came into my room.

 

You know, the threshold is always something very important in literary works. It always symbolizes some great change in some pathetic character's fucking life. Like some long lost love or friend or coworker or I don't care who else always walks over a threshold so they can be reunited with someone else and then they finally realize one thing—who cares what it actually is—that has been missing from their lives for a long, long, long time and then they remedy the situation… but who cares about that? She was here! She is here! Oh fuck. She's finally here. She's here.

 

She. Is. Here.

 

Do I have an erection?

 

The answer to that question is yes. A very sturdy yes. Oh well. I could care less right now.

 

“Ichigo.” She says.

 

What does she want me to say to that? What the hell does she want me to say in response to that?

 

Yes, my name is Ichigo, now get over here so I can take your clothes off.

 

Oh, I like that response. I wonder what she'll think of it.

 

Instead I chose, “Rukia.”

 

She wasn't stepping forward. I wanted her to step forward. I wanted her to be naked and panting. Wow, that was kind of a leap. Walking forward to being naked, huh… only my brain could do that.

 

But I can do that. I can do that now. Come on Rukia, just take a little step forward… come on… you just need to get within arms reach of me and I'll take care of the rest.

 

“I need to talk to you.”

 

You don't need to talk. You need to have your tongue in my mouth. Better yet, you need to have my tongue in your mouth.

 

Come on, just a little step. Just one… little… step.

 

“Okay.” I said instead. Was I standing? I think I was standing. I'm pretty sure I was standing. Yeah, I had gotten up to walk around my room and think of the person—Renji—who had possibly fucked my Rukia. Yes, killing Renji in my brain was fun. Really, really, really fun.

 

She came forward just a bit. “We had sex.”

 

I know that. Trust me. I know. That's the only thing I've been thinking about for the past four days. I KNOW! Now take your clothes off.

 

“Yeah.”

 

She frowned at me and I immediately wanted to erase that fucking look from her face. Oh making her moan was going to be such fun. Her hands ball into fists and she stormed up to me. I could feel how hot she was. It was fucking exuding off of her. And trust me, I don't use the word `exuding' lightly. I mean I can just feel how hot she is. The heated anger and the steaming sexual tension. I could practically lick it out of the air. I need her. I needed her now.

 

Now.

 

“You can't just ignore me after we fucked!” She screamed at me.

 

Wait a second… turn that statement around.

 

“But you've been avoiding me.” I pointed out to her stupidly. Why was I even saying this? I wanted her! I shouldn't be here driving her away when all I wanted was to yank her closer. Closer damn it!

 

She growled at me. “I don't care!” She screamed at me.

 

Oh damn, she was wearing a dress. Granted, I would have preferred her school girl uniform—that would have been a bit kinkier with what I wanted to do to her—but the dress would be fine too. I want to pull up that fabric and make sure her panties are ripped into so many pieces that she never finds all of them.

 

She was still staring at me like she wants to either hit me or fuck me. God I hope it's the latter.

 

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. I had had enough of this. I didn't give a shit anymore. Just having her staring at me all angry and heated was making my libido throb even harder.

 

“Oh just fuck it!” I yelled and surged towards her.