Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Casual Friends ❯ Indignation and Insinuations ( Chapter 5 )

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Casual Friends

 

5.

 

Rukia

 

He was kissing me. He was kissing me. He was kissing me.

 

Granted, keep in mind that I hadn't planned for this to happen, quite the contrary, in fact, I was the one who only wanted to talk—only wanted to talk! Jesus, I can't do anything right with this guy, I swear, you try and talk to him one second and then the next his tongue is in your mouth and you kind of, well, yeah, completely, forget what you were talking about and try and kiss him back.

 

Not that I wanted to kiss him back though, it's not like it feels so nice I can't really do anything but attack him back. Oh and fuck do I want to attack him. I want to push him back on the bed and tear off his clothes and just take every single thing he has denied me for the past four days. FOUR DAYS! And finally he just decides to start kissing me.

 

Fucking bastard.

 

I deserve better than this! I—I—well, I deserve at least some sort of speech. Something poetic that Ichigo got from one of his Billy Shakespeare books. Was that his name? Billy? I mean… it was William, and isn't William abbreviated to Bill? Oh who cares?

 

But that's not the point.

 

The point is that he owes me something emotional. Something sweet. Something that only he could—would—say. Something Shakespearean. Something… something… poetic.

 

He could at least say please.

 

But he couldn't speak right now. I mean, even though I was fucking indignant at being devoured like this. Okay, so I didn't mind being eaten alive, but I still felt… violated, but more in an inconsiderate manner than anything else.

 

But oh did it feel good. His hands were gripping my elbows really hard—I mean, I know I'm going to have bruises tomorrow—and he was pushing me so close to his body. So close. I mean, I am fucking molded onto him. I can feel every fucking muscle underneath his clothes—why is he even wearing clothes? He should have really been more prepared. I don't want him to have any clothes on!

 

Wait a minute, aren't I supposed to be indignant? Yeah, I don't like this! I mean, I do, but I need my statement before he does anything else! My poetic justice! My… my… wow… he's never done that before.

 

He's wrapped his lips around my tongue entirely and sucked me into his mouth. Damn. Oh fuuuuuuck that feels soooooo nice. My head is smashed against his, I think my nose is broken. God, I can't feel my lips anymore. Oh, this is so nice. He's crazy. He's good. He's going to… he's going to…

 

He's dragging me to his bed.

 

Okay, I might be gone but I'm not that far gone. I mean, I still have control over my thought processes and all. I'm not just going to jump into the sack with him after he only said… what was it… um, seventeen? Yeah, it was seventeen. Seventeen words! And of course just ending with `Oh just fuck it!'

 

Yeah, that was real romantic.

 

He could be a fucking Casanova.

 

Seriously… I can see him now. Sitting on a picnic blanket with a young girl just, you know, hanging out and all. Then he goes to stroke her cheek and says, “Shall I compare thee to a summers day… oh just fuck it!” And then he'll pull down her panties and… and…

 

Whoa… he'll never pull anyone's panties down except for mine. Mine! Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.

 

Speaking of panties… I think mine are now melted onto my skin. I mean, if I'm exuding as much heat as I think I am then my underwear should be relatively burnt off my body. Jesus, why am I still even wearing these things? Ichigo should have had them off by now. He really should. I mean really… he had them off fast enough last time.

 

Urg! I need to stop. I need to get him to say something before he's running through me fast and hard.

 

I push him back. Or, at least, I try. My first attempt doesn't do anything except make him grab me tighter, which I don't really appreciate since he's hurting my arm. Okay, I know what I need to do. I need to hit him. Punch him really. I need to... um, kick him in the balls.

 

No… no, I won't do that. I want to have sex with him sure, I just don't want to have sex with him without hearing him say something… well, meaningful.

 

So, anyway, the second time I pushed him I actually succeeded. Sort of… his hands released my elbows because I basically karate chopped them off but his mouth didn't get off of mine. It felt kind of weird, actually. I mean, really. When I'm kissing someone—Ichigo—I would rather have full body-on-body contact. His hand on my nonexistent breasts or locked around my waist. That I don't mind. I really like it actually. But when someone—Ichigo—kisses me and he doesn't even touch me, well, except for our mouths, it's just kind of creepy.

 

Anyways… yeah, his lips were like super-glued to mine. It would have been sexy had I not actually wanted to talk to him.

 

Okay… one… more… shove!

 

Good, this is good. No more tongue in my mouth.

 

AHHH! I want it back!

 

Can't think about that. I need to talk to him. Talking is good. Talking is supposed to be the prelude to sex. To fucking. Yes. I need to talk to him.

 

I drew in a breath and tried to screw my face into a frown but I think it came out as more of an orgasmic expression. I mean, my face was all red and I was panting and my lips were all swollen and wet—and those weren't the only lips on my body that were swollen and wet—and I just knew that I needed him soon. I knew that I needed him inside of me—as corny as that sounded—but I really did. I didn't care about STD's or the weird stuff that technically goes on during sex—ick, just ick—and I just needed to feel him. Ooh, tha was something really good about sex. Just how great it felt.

 

But yeah, talking. I needed to talk. I mean, I was standing her panting and just staring at Ichigo and he was standing across from me and panting and he had the biggest erection that I have ever seen in my life. Not that I have seen very many of them in actuality, but still it was freaking huge. It was like a pole was sticking out of his pants. And not just any pole either, it was like a flagpole.

 

“What?” He demanded, panting and shifting. He looked really uncomfortable just standing there and having this flagpole sticking out of his pants. I could tell. He was really, really, really, uncomfortable.

 

Oh… I'm causing him pain…

 

… Never knew it could be this fun to cause Ichigo pain. Or maybe I did. I mean, I do tend to kick him a lot. And punch him. And smack him. And punt his face whenever I feel like it. Yeah, it's fun to hurt him.

 

Oh god, I have a problem.

 

“You can't just do that!” I scream at him, raising my hand dramatically and throwing it out into the air. I think it was pretty, well, dramatic. I should go into the film business.

 

“Do what?” He screamed lurching forward a bit. His flagpole jerked a bit and he groaned.

 

“That!” I screamed again. Both of us were screaming. I don't think we should have been because we could hear each other perfectly fine but like I said, it was pretty dramatic. I pulled my hands out in front of me and gestured to the space between us. “Just, come up to me and kiss me after saying something as stupid as `oh, just fuck it!'” I snarled at him and shook my head, folding my arms angrily. “That's not how it's supposed to go!”

 

“So?” He cried, taking another step forward. I was glaring at him and took another step back as he came forward. Soon I'd be pinned against the wall but I didn't care. Really, I didn't. I wanted him to jump me just as much as he wanted to but I knew that if I didn't get this out now then it would never be said again.

 

“So!” I shrieked. “When we fucked first you said that you loved me.” I slammed my hand against my heart and scowled furiously at him. Oh yeah, now it was my turn to wear the stupid frown. “And now you want me to fuck you after you say that?”

 

His eyes popped open and his jaw dropped. He looked pretty comical to tell the truth but I couldn't care. Just so long as his answer was no. After that I could say something like, “Good!” And he would say, “Good!”

 

Then we'd screw like rabbits on the floor.

 

“Yes!” He screamed.

 

“Goo—what?” I bellowed, my hands going up to my hair and tearing lightly. “AAAHHH! You're not supposed to say that!”

 

He was still coming closer. “So?”

 

God, we were still being so loud. Why were we yelling again? I couldn't care. Whatever. The yelling was making me angrier… and hotter… and wetter… and oh I wanted him.

 

But he was still talking. “You want me to say something sweet? You want me to go all slow and sentimental and be all loving and all that fucking crap? Well sorry to disappoint you but I want you and you have put me through the seven stages of hell with the constant fucking erections I have had for the past four days. So I'm going to pass on the sappy shit and say that if you're not out of those fucking clothes in four fucking seconds I will rip them into so many pieces we'll still be finding them in my room one hundred years from now.”

 

And then he was on top of me, pushing me against the wall, hands on my clothes, tugging them away from my skin.

 

Okay… I thought as I panted breathlessly, not exactly what I was expecting… but then again, it was Ichigo. Come on, something sweet from Ichigo?

 

Nah.

 

Oh well, what he said came pretty close to a confession of… of… oh who cared?

 

I started tearing at his clothes and immediately wanted him hot and naked.

 

Ichigo

 

She wanted me to wait. What's more! She wanted me to wait so she could listen to me spouting off some sentimental drabble that would have actually, well, you know, coaxed her to fuck me. Let me tell you, there was no coaxing involved. I did not need to coax Rukia Kuchiki into bed with me. I mean, I saw her looking down at my massive erection and immediately knew that her panties were wet. I'm not exactly sure how I knew she was ready for me. It must be some sort of special power I have, like Superman or Aqualad or something. I mean, Aqualad can hear the thoughts of the sea creatures around him and he can call to them. Maybe I have a power like that where I can sense the dampness of Rukia's panties. Or better yet, I had that power and that other ability that allowed me to call her to me. Oooohhhh… yeah, if I sensed she was hot and wet for me I would send out waves from my brain and make her come to me. Oh that would be fucking fantastic!

 

Or I could just have Superman's power and look at her naked whenever I wanted.

 

Oh well, either one.

 

But yeah, when she pushed me away from her—the third time, mind you, not the first or second times. Fuck, both of those times I was latched onto her so tightly I was I didn't think a paint scraper could have gotten me away from her—I was pretty stunned. I mean, I could tell that she wanted me just as much as I wanted her and I didn't know why the hell she was doing all that whiny girl shit when it was very clear to me that the both of us completely wanted to skip over that part and just start screwing like rabbits.

 

Oh, that's kind of silly. Rukia really likes rabbits. Screwing like them would be kind of symbolic then… oh shit… but what if she wore a tiny playboy bunny outfit that wrapped around her tight ass and her tiny waist so hard her nearly nonexistent breasts are pushed up so high that I could kiss their bulging tops. Well, almost bulging, she doesn't have much bulge…

 

But still. Oh, I can just picture her sitting on the top of my desk as I walk in from a fucking hard day at school. And as I walk in I'll watch her look up at me with a sexy smirk… then, ever so slowly… she'll part her legs and I'll see that she's not even wearing any panties. Then her hand will go up and she'll do that hot beckoning-with-one-finger thing. I—of course—will be powerless and just fall to my knees in front of her. She'll open her legs a bit wider and I'll immediately start licking her hot pussy. Oh fuck I can practically taste her now.

 

I am tasting her now. Right now…

 

Or at least I was… until she pushed me away and I ended up staggering backwards. I could barely believe that she wanted some sort of mawkish speech spouted from my lips before I screwed her for all she was worth.

 

Which would kind of mean that we would be screwing for eternity because Rukia Kuchiki is worth a helluva lot more than any other girl I've ever known.

 

But yeah, so she just pushed me away and then told me I was being uncouth for being so crass about wanting to fuck her again.

 

What? I thought that saying `Oh just fuck it' was a testament to my commitment. I mean, her brother—I am going to say this once and only once—is the scariest shit on the face of the fucking planet and by declaring that I wanted to just `fuck it' I was really saying `Hey, let's forget about all of the rules and just do whatever the hell we want to each other. Consequences be damned! Let your brother come and cut me up into a billion pieces… just make sure that he does it while I am inside of you so I can be screaming and coming and making you feel oh so good when I die.'

 

I thought I made it pretty clear to her.

 

Maybe I should have extended my original orated sentence to include all of that stuff because seriously… at some times Rukia can be pretty dense.

 

So yeah, I guess I just kind of gave her some speech about how I wasn't going to put up with any of that fucking romantic shit because let's face it—I'm a guy. Guys just don't do that. I mean, we do when we're at a fancy restaurant and we have a diamond ring waiting in the breast pocket of our suit but other than that we just don't do that type of stuff.

 

I mean, I guess I only said I loved her that night because I was still semi-out of it.

 

Not that I don't love her or anything I'm just… I'm a guy. Guys don't show their feelings on their sleeves—as cliché as that sounds. I don't know, maybe I should tell her or something… that I still love her, I mean. Yeah, I should probably tell her. Again.

 

I have come to terms with the fact that I love Rukia Kuchiki. Hell, I've even come to terms with the fact that I'm in love with Rukia Kuchiki—is that the same thing? I'm not really sure. I mean, you can love something but not be in love with them. Like how Rukia loves her bunnies, she's not in love with them. I'm pretty sure that her brother might have something against inter-species joining. But then again, he has something against me too. I'm almost positive that he considers me to be some sort of monkey, or maybe an insect. Just a little bug… that's what I am…

 

A little fucking bug that whooped his ass! Yeah, that's the type of bug that I am you fucking bastard.

 

Anyway, what the hell was I talking about? I hate it when I do that, go off on another tangent I mean. But honestly, I can't keep all of this in my head all the time. It's bound to come out in weird little thought patterns. Like when I just—

 

No! Stop, brain! Must stop. Why am I even using my brain right now? I don't really need to use anything except for my cock right now. Not when I just grabbed her again and starting kissing her all over.

 

But there's something that's always good about kissing Rukia Kuchiki—you know, aside from the fact that she is Rukia Kuchiki and kissing her is like kissing some type of heavenly goddess from above. It's really the fact that she's a fucking great kisser.

 

It's not normal for someone to be as great a kisser as she is. I swear, her tongue moves in synch with mine with they were made for each other—ew, sentimental—but yeah, she's fucking unbelievable. She's not like other girls I've known—don't worry, I haven't known known them, I've just heard about them from people like Mizuiro and Keigo—but the guys I cavort with say that some girls just kind of sit back and let the guy do all the work, with kissing I mean. Yeah, I wouldn't want to do that. I mean, when I kiss someone I don't want it to be just a one sided thing, I want it to be freaking World War Three going on between our tongues. Which was what Rukia was doing right now. She's such a fucking great kisser. She actually comes out to meet me while I'm slithering my tongue inside of her. She doesn't let me be. I have to keep working and working to please her and I like it. I mean, I'm fucking fighting her while I'm kissing her. That's just two of my hobbies combined into one!

 

Fighting + Kissing = Fantastic Mouth Orgasm.

 

Yes! Finally! I mean, fighting and kissing is just like, perfect for me.

 

And Rukia gets it. She gets the fact that I don't want to be the one doing all the work. I mean, before we had sex I wondered how Rukia would like it: I honestly didn't think that she was a “missionary-position-all-the-time” type of girl. I thought that she might like to be in power every now and again, hell, that's okay with me. I can just see her now, on top of me, riding me like some type of animal.

 

Oh… fuck… I can feel myself harder than I've ever been in my entire fucking life.

 

But that's okay… I'll be inside of her soon. I will.

 

I just need to get her clothes off.

 

Ye that's where the problem lies. I'm not very delicate, if I must say so, that's the only thing I'm not sure she likes. But, let's face it, when I want something, I don't do any pussy-footing around to get it. I want it. I get it. Rukia, on the other hand, likes a little… um… foreplay, I guess you would call it. But still, before she actually lets out that carnal hunger that I absolutely love she really does like some amount of tender kisses, little strokes, etc. Then she gets bored with that and finally starts acting like the animal I know her to be.

 

Sooooo… when I rammed my hand up the skirt of her dress and found the little hem of her panties I didn't waste any time as I yanked them off her legs. She gasped when she heard that little tearing sound but I didn't care. I need her. I need her now.

 

I'm pounding against her too. Her body is smushed between mine and the wall and I just hope to god that I'm not squishing all of the air out of her as I gyrate against her body. Fuck she tastes so good. I can't help but want to just eat her alive. Lick every part of her skin. Taste between her thighs—didn't get to do that last time, too busy trying not to pass out—and just feel her wrapping around me so tight my cock might suffocate from being squeezed so hard.

 

Oh fuck and is she kissing me like I want it. Her mouth is hard and hot and I can feel every motion of our lips as she groans and moans against me. My hand is still up her dress and gripping her naked ass as I thrust myself against her. I still don't feel any of her skin—except for my hand—because I'm still wearing my fucking pants and she's still wearing her dress. Why is she still wearing that dress? Didn't I tell her to get out of it?

 

Whatever. Her arms are completely wrapped around my neck, her elbows pinning my straining head as close to hers as possible. My eyes are closed and I can feel her breasts against my chest. She's rubbing her body against mine even though she's basically glued to the fucking wall. Her legs are open and with my one hand on her ass I push her up the wall until her hot pussy is right against my throbbing cock. Oh fuck I want her so fucking bad. I didn't think it was possible to be this hard… I think I just made my own Guinness World Record.

 

But yeah, she was liking it. I was rubbing against her like a fiend and she was fucking loving it. I mean, it must feel good if she was moaning like that. Moaning and groaning and just responding like that… fuck, I might come early if I don't get a grip on myself now.

 

Then, all of a sudden—I mean, really, I was not expecting this. It kind of came out of the blue and was really, well, disturbing, I guess—Rukia's entire hand was on my face—I couldn't see her do that! My eyes were closed!—and she pushed me back.

 

She. Pushed. Me. Back!

 

I panted and stared at her for a few minutes but I noticed—because she kept on whimpering and whining—that I was still grinding my erection against her. Still… I wasn't going to stand for this. Not when I was this hard and this needy. Come on, Ichigo Kurosaki, needy? This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and she was almost tossing it out the window. I mean, I'm not a fan of forcing people into sexual acts or anything but if she says `no' I might have to use less romantic means of convincing her.

 

She was biting her lip. I didn't know how long I was staring at her lips—I guess since she pushed me off of her but who really cared? I just wanted to kiss her again and again and again and again and—

 

Well… you get the picture.

 

“Where did you learn to do this?” She panted at me as I kept rubbing her. I was getting hotter and hotter and I just knew that she was getting wetter and wetter. I wondered briefly if her juices would start to seep through her dress, could she ever be that wet?

 

“Do what?” I demanded, completely ready to get back to kissing her.

 

“This!” She shouted. And for once I didn't care about shutting her up; no one was in the house. Truth be told I wanted to make her scream bloody freaking murder.

 

“What?” I was getting so fucking tired of her being so unspecific.

 

“The kissing!” She cried angrily, her face contorted into pleasure and pain, yeah, oh yeah, I was still grinding against her. “T-The kissing and the s-se-sexxxoh…. The sex!” Her head arched back a bit and I immediately surged forward to bite her creamy neck. She gasped and jerked against me again. She was trying to get me off… off of her, not off in the orgasmic sense.

 

But that would come soon enough.

 

“Where?” She screamed at me, pushing my head away from her. Her eyes were furious and her face was red with rage and passion. Rage and passion… oh yeah, that would be Rukia. The faultless emotions that complement each other so well it's crazy how perfectly they work together. “Where did you learn to do all this?”

 

Oh she was mad. I love it when she's mad. It makes her that much hotter. You have no idea how many times she's kicked me in the face, boiling with anger, and I just want to flip her around and fuck her on the floor. And these are circumstances that were pre-us-having-sex too!

 

“I don't know!” I shout back, even though all I want to do with my tongue right now is to stick it back in her mouth. “Instinct I guess!”

 

Her scowl was immediate but there was something else in there as well… skepticism. “You haven't practiced on anyone else?”

 

Why wasn't her voice breaking anymore? Was she not as aroused? I need to work harder then. I begin to slam onto her with more force than before. Her skeptical eyes widened and she let out a tiny yelp. I position her on the wall so her thighs are now perpendicular to my legs. She's right there. Right there. She's directly on my cock. I can feel her wet juices heating my skin through her dress. It's fucking unbelievable.

 

“Anyone else?” I growl. Damn I'm getting so fucking tired of talking. I want to kiss her. Fuck her. Feel her. “No!”

 

Her head was thrown back completely against the wall. Her arms are no longer around my neck but her hands are grasped onto my shoulders. I can feel her nails digging into my skin and immediately wish I weren't wearing clothes. “A-Are yo-you sh-sh-sure?”

 

I keep going, it's crazy how much I love to watch her pant, watch her whine, watch her come. The hand underneath her dress—which has been mercifully dormant for the past couple of minutes, well, `mercifully dormant' for her anyway—starts moving along to the side of her thigh. I watch her face as I move closer and close to the part of her that wants me the most. My fingers are lightly brushing her tiny hairs and I feel her shudder convulsively.

 

Oh… this is going to be fun.

 

“What about you?” I'm panting now too, I can't believe it, but it's true. My heart is beating so fast I feel like a racehorse after a run for the win. But it's okay… I'll be okay… I have Rukia, or, more accurately, I will have her, quite soon, in fact.

 

“W-What a-about m-m-me?” God I love the way she sounds when she's aroused.

 

“Been practicing with Renji or something?” I'm grunting now. I can't help it. I mean, I know I must sound like some type of orangutan in heat humping his mate but really, can you really blame me? I mean it's Rukia for Christ's sake.

 

“No!” She shouts. I love how she says that, just no. There's not a drop of doubt in her voice. Guess that means I won't be killing Renji after all.

 

Oh well… too bad.

 

Then her hands are on my chin and she forces my eyes to meet his. I love her eyes. I always have. Whenever I stare into them it feels like I'm drowning in a sea of violet and blue and purple and silver—have you ever noticed how the edges of her amethyst eyes are always lined with just a bit of silver? Especially when she looks into the moon or any other type of light. God she's just so fucking beautiful… I wonder why she's never been asked to be married before… oh well, if someone ever did ask her I'd just kill them. Then people would be way too afraid to ask and she'd be all mine.

 

All mine.

 

Just like she'll be in a minute.

 

“Good.” I say and crush my mouth to hers.