Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Safe Sex ❯ Desperation ( Chapter 4 )

Desperation

 

By Tituba

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any Bleach affiliates.

 

(A/N: Hey guys, another installment of Safe Sex, I hope you find this one amusing and smexy! I also wanted to clarify something that might be confusing to people: I know that everyone who has been reading this might be thinking `Wow, fifty years, that's a long time…' but in my opinion, in the Seiretei—since you live for thousands of years—their conception of time is different than ours. I'm not really sure how it's regarded but that's just my opinion that I'm going with for this fic series. So, just for better understanding. Hope it helped!

Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far, I really appreciate everything that I've received, especially since these are basically a conglomeration of one-shots!

So, feel free to tell me what you think! Tituba.)

 

 

 

I've decided. I'm dying. Right now, right here, I'm dying. Dead, gone, kaput, nada, zip, zilch, I will no longer exist, air will stop ventilating into my lungs, I will keel over and fall into the ground, my funeral service will be held within a couple of days, I will be nonexistent.

 

It isn't even in a glorious way either! Whenever I pictured my impending death I always imagined myself on a field of battle, maybe fighting with my comrades or my squad or sometimes even single-handedly against a hoard of enemy hollows. Yeah, that fantasy is always fun to have. But seriously, when considering my death I always knew that I would go down extravagantly. I'm Ichigo Kurosaki. If I am going to be killed I am going to have to be slashed, hacked, beaten, stabbed, poisoned, broken, and blind before I ever allow my heart to stop beating. Yeah, I'm that tough.

 

But now, right now, when I think about my imminent death, the only thing I can really think about is the one person who began this entire fucked-up mess.

 

Rukia.

 

I'm striding limply towards Squad Thirteen Headquarters. My body feels drained of everything—blood, bones, muscle tissue, brain matter… all of it is gone. The grass beneath my feet is supple and green but all I can think about is the weakening of my heart and the fully-blown pain currently seeping into my stomach.

 

Kiyone and Sentaro eye me from their spot on the pavilion a few yards away. Why are they always together, I mused absentmindedly, I mean, its not like they can actually stand to be around each other.

 

Then again, Rukia and I can't stand to be around each other either and we're crazy about one another… so I guess it works out either way.

 

“Hey!” Kiyone shouted. I gritted my teeth and found my right hand longing to reach for Zangetsu and just slash at the source of that annoying, ear-splitting, shriek. But I can't, murder is wrong in the Seiretei too.

 

Unless it was justified, I thought greedily, my mind reverting to my hellhound of a girlfriend. Well, if you could even call her a girlfriend. More like a swamp beast.

 

…

 

Swamp beast? I mentally smacked myself and shook my head. All these weird thoughts were only coming to me because I was dying. I just needed to see Rukia before I keeled over completely.

 

“Taichou!” Kiyone called again, I squinted up at her and grimaced, I think I was trying to give her an acknowledging stare but in the end I just came out looking constipated. “Are you here to see Kuchiki-san… again?”

 

I nodded vigorously, not trusting my voice at the moment. I was, after all, dying.

 

“She's in the records room!” Sentaro screamed, giving Kiyone a smug, sideways glare. It was as if he was challenging her to yell even louder.

 

She did.

 

“She's putting away files!” She shrieked, only this time, she was turned towards Sentaro's ear. He covered them but immediately began yelling back at her. The verbal war began in no time at all.

 

I didn't care. I began to trudge to the records room, hoping that my legs would hold out long enough for me to see her before I died.

 

The trek wasn't all that long, with the help of the ever-useful shunpo I made it there in less than a few seconds. The building was old and well-used but its stately white walls and gleaming cherry wood floors gave it a sense of elegance and seniority. I would have admired the building if I wasn't in such a state of weakness and pain.

 

I slid the door open and it reverberated with a bang. There was a startled yelp from the other end of the room and a small, raven-haired Shinigami turned around to look at me.

 

Ice, ice baby. Isn't that how the phrase goes? Well there was ice, lots and lots of fucking ice… at least in her glare. She didn't even seem to notice that I was dying. Bitch.

 

The hand wrapped around a file in a manila folder tightened and she briskly turned on her heel, shoving her clothed back into my face.

 

“Kurosaki-Taichou.” She spoke my title cordially but there was such an undercurrent of hate inside of her tone that it nearly caused me to shudder.

 

I took a few steps forward. “Rukia,” damn, my voice was hoarse. I shook my head slightly and blinked a couple of times. I needed to do this damn it. I really, really, really, needed to do this. Maybe she had had enough time to cool down.

 

“Did you need something Kurosaki-Taichou?” She asked, there was a slight sneer in her voice but her back was still turned towards me. “A drink, perhaps? Something to eat? A young, busty, blonde, who, of course, would happen to have breasts bigger than my head?”

 

Damn, still mad.

 

“Rukia,” I said, “Come on, you've gotta talk to me here.”

 

Her spine stiffened and she slammed the file into its appropriate location. “I do not have to talk to you, Kurosaki-Taichou.”

 

“Then at least start by calling me by my first name!” I shouted, already enraged at her spiteful, insinuating, comments. Couldn't she tell that I was going to drop dead in a few seconds? I drew in a deep and ragged breath and exhaled slowly, willing my temper to slide down a few notches.

 

Damn, I never used to be like this. Whenever we fought it seemed as though I would always have the upper hand. I mean, I was bigger, stronger, taller, I had more spiritual power and I had a bigger sword! But now… now this pint-sized woman was lording over me like a princess over a serf. This was unfair. Still, she had something I wanted, something I desperately needed, and hell if I wasn't going to get it.

 

“Rukia,” I rasped, taking a few, cautionary steps forward. “Can I just have a minute? You've been avoiding me for the past nine months.” Nine months, seven days, eighteen hours, forty six minutes, and twenty nine seconds. “Please, just one minute?” I had my voice melting into a little, childlike plea, I was trying to coax her and I bet she knew it. Still, she couldn't resist the overall pathetic accent my tone had taken on. She was a sucker for that kind of stuff, at least, when it came to me.

 

I took another step forward and she stiffened again, her reiatsu flared purposefully and I winced. Rukia had gotten so much stronger in the past century and a half. Not to mention there was the fact that Rukia just as a woman was threatening enough. Still, when she poured out her reiatsu onto some poor, unsuspecting, desperate fool like me it was to be expected that I would fall back a bit.

 

There was also the issue of her knees. She had bony little knees attached to some of the strongest, miniature, thighs in the Seiretei. They were just very, very, bony… I swear, when she pulls that knee up towards my crotch—as she tends to do when I've done something that displeases her—I can't walk straight for a week. It's painful too. Plus whenever she does it I have doubts concerning my ability to possibly procreate.

 

Her feet shuffled softly against the floors and she snapped towards me. Her arms were crossed over her chest and her eyes were glaring heavily into mine.

 

“Speak,” she demanded harshly.

 

My mouth opened automatically but the speech I had prepared over the past nine months, seven days, eighteen hours, forty six minutes, and twenty nine seconds flew right out my head.

 

Shit.

 

She was tapping her foot, waiting, her face was softly red and her lips were pulled tight.

 

“I—um, I…” Wow, lame beginning much? I swallowed heavily and sidled forward just a bit. This was no time to be a coward, I reminded myself, I needed to be strong.

 

“She was just a fan-girl Rukia,” I blurted out as I came a bit closer. Her taunt frame was telling me to back away but… fuck, it was like I was magnetically attracted to her. “She told me that she was writing an article about me for the Squad Nine newspaper and asked if I could sit down for an interview.”

 

Rukia's eyes narrowed and she flashed her reiatsu dangerously. “I've heard all of this before.” She ground out angrily. A vein was throbbing in her forehead. “What I didn't hear was, why in fact, your head suddenly ended up nestled between her enormous… gifts.” She spat out acerbically.

 

I winced at her tone. “Rukia,” I whined, “Come on, she said she needed a photo.”

 

“Then where was the fucking camera?” She bellowed and threw her hands up into the air. I leaped back a bit in the tentative fear that she would use kido to keep me away. She had done it before. I still have a burn mark on my ass from where she got me from behind last time.

 

“She was holding it in her hand!” I cried and for once in the past nine months, seven days, eighteen hours, forty six minutes, and twenty nine seconds I saw her eyes waver slightly. She was considering it, I realized heavenly, she might actually consider…

 

“Her hand?” She asked, her tone was disbelieving. “It was in her hand?”

 

“Yes!” I cried, willing her to telepathically understand. “It was a camera phone! She was holding it in her hand.”

 

Her eyes narrowed and her teeth gritted against each other, I could practically hear them grinding together. I winced, this couldn't be good.

 

“Do you think I'm that stupid?” She demanded hotly. “Come on Ichigo! This is ridiculous! I have every right to be mad at you!”

 

I rolled my eyes and felt my insides withering on the spot. Fuck, I didn't need this right now. I needed something else and it sure as hell wasn't another lecture.

 

She turned around and began viciously shoving more and more files into the cabinets.

 

My eyes flashed a dangerous shade of red and I began to slowly advance.

 

“I mean, we've been together for what, fifty years or so? I know that we don't really have as much time together as we would like but at least I've never gone off with another man since that horrid affair at the soba restaurant! But you know what, if you want to go out with other women who will satisfy your carnal desire for larger chests then fine… fine! Go find yourself a new girlfriend.” She huffed and her back expanded with a deep intake of air, I could tell she was getting ready for the flamboyant ending to her dramatic speech but I didn't care. I was ready now. “Just don't come running to me when you—”

 

I pounced the moment she turned to face me. I was dying so naturally worrying about her temperament at the moment was the furthest thing from my mind. My hands grabbed her hips and yanked down her obi. Her eyes opened wide as saucers and her mouth dropped a bit. Pressing my body against hers I shoved her back onto the desk that was currently covered in the papers she had just been filing.

 

“Ichigo!” She shouted and her hands rose to beat against my chest. She had such small hands, they was nearly enveloped by the enormity of my much larger chest. Not to mention I was making it heave up and down with my frantic, near-death, breaths. Any of her appendages were inconsequential right now. Yet still, her hard, little, bony, hands were pounding on me forcefully enough to ensure I would have some bruises later today. She kept smacking them against me as she yelled. “Ichigo! What the hell are you doing?”

 

Her loose pants dropped down to her feet and I pushed her back until her bare ass was sitting on the edge of the cherry wood table.

 

She yelled out my name again and her hands whacked against me continuously. She kept on yelling, saying words I couldn't comprehend at the moment; I was called a Neanderthal, a monkey, an orange-haired baboon and so on and so forth. I ignored her and immediately pushed her shoulders back onto the desk. She sputtered in anger but I paid her no mind.

 

Then I sank so deep inside of her that I swear my cock must have been lodged somewhere around the back of her throat. That must have been why the next sound that came from her mouth was a strangled and barely audible moan.

 

I didn't move for well over seven minutes. I wasn't exactly sure why it was seven minutes; I guess I just needed more than five but less than ten to feel her around me. I had gone without it for so long that I was in paradise by simply being inside of her. Rukia, on the other hand, was squirming and writing slightly beneath me, she kept on making sounds, little whinnying noises that ranged from ones of frustration to ones of desperation.

 

“Ichigo,” she ground out after the allocated seven minutes of blissful appreciation, “Move, damn it. If you're going to fuck me then do it right.”

 

I sighed, utterly relaxed at the moment. Her tight, wet, silky heat was enveloping me completely. I could feel her pulsating warmth as it throbbed gently against my cock. I groaned when I pushed myself a bit further inside of her. God she felt so good.

 

I raised my head and wrinkled my nose at her, willing myself to glare at her as I drove just a bit further inside.

 

“You wouldn't fuck me,” I ground out levelly, as if I was just having a normal conversation with her. “For nine months.” I pulled out of her until only my tip was rubbing against the wet folds of her pussy. She groaned softly and I felt some of my strength returning. I wasn't dying. This was good. I would continue to live. There would be many, many years of vigorous living, fighting, paperwork, and fucking with Rukia.

 

I cocked my head to the side and let a long, wide grin spread over my face. “I nearly died.”

 

“Y-You did… nooo-tah, ah, ah!” Her sentence ended on a high squeal when I pushed myself so far into her they wouldn't have found my cock even if they had a GPS navigation system.

 

“Did so.” I grunted as I rammed back into her. Her eyes rolled back into her head but I felt perfectly fine. My strength was returning wonderfully. In the back of my mind I realized that screwing Rukia was my equivalent of a Red Bull. Whenever I needed a burst of energy… well, just fuck Rukia.

 

I did the same thing, the pulling and the pushing and the wrenching and the jerking. Rukia's knees were drawn up as far as they could go. Her center was completely open to me. Beads of sweat were forming on my forehead as I tortured her again and again and again. Oh fuck it felt so good.

 

I could feel my orgasm coming on faster than I really wanted. I mean, she had been holding out of me for nine fucking months. If I was really to be fair to her I would have to repeatedly screw her for the next ten or so years. I did, however, have the ability to hold off my own pleasure until she actually had her orgasm first. Oh… the feeling of her pussy tightening around me was like Christmas come early.

 

Then again, it wasn't exactly early… Rukia always comes on time.

 

My hands were planted on either side of her body. Her breasts were heaving uncontrollably underneath the thick black fabric of her shihakusho. There was nothing I would have liked more than just to strip her naked and swallow every part her body with every part of mine… but I couldn't. I had a meeting to go to.

 

I detached myself from Rukia and slowly bent down to pick up my pants. A flush ran across her skin and she quickly began to flounder on the top of the table. Papers were strewn about everywhere and I fleetingly wondered if a bit of our juices were mixed together on those inconspicuous sheets.

 

Sperm paper. I thought casually.

 

I tightened my obi and fixed Zangetsu on my back. I couldn't believe that I kept my sword on my back the entire time. But hell, desperate times call for desperate measures.

 

“The next time,” I said to her, my voice weak but still managing to come out stern, “You're mad at me, just come to me and we'll fight and then have copious amounts of angry make-up sex.” I came closer to her and saw her blanch in horror, desire, and surprise—all at the same time. My hands came up to her face, one of them wrapped around the back of her head and the other smoothed between her neck and collarbone.

 

“And if you ever,” I growled in such a low voice that a shiver ran through her body, “Make me go without sex for nine months again I will chain you to my bed and fuck you so hard and so loud that you will not be able to move for three years.” I bent down and pressed a hot, devilishly sinful kiss to her mouth. My tongue swept through her completely and when I pulled away she yanked me back.

 

We kissed for so long thoughts of screwing her again stamped inside my brain. She was definitely making some advances too, if hooking her feet around my legs and attempting to pull down the front of my shihakusho was any indication.

 

I finally pulled away and told her that I was late for a meeting. Her eyes were a hazy shade of navy and her lips were a delicate puffy pink. God she was sexy. I swallowed hard and tried to think of something less distracting, like… koala bears.

 

“I've got a Captain's meeting to go to.” I said, my voice low in my throat.

 

Her mouth, which was dangerously close to my collarbone, stopped immediately.

 

She pulled back and then narrowed her eyes to a dangerous level. “Captain's meeting?” Her tone was the same as when she was accusing me of cheating on her.

 

I blinked at her. “Um, yes.”

 

She closed her eyes and then opened them slowly. “With my brother?”

 

I nodded.

 

She slammed me away from her and sent her fist flying into my stomach. I grunted painfully and hissed when she used that same hand to smack me upside the head.

 

“How dare you come in and fuck me right before you go and see my brother!” She turned me around and shoved me towards the door. “I can't believe you! You know he has a sixth sense about these things!”

 

I tried to stop her from shoving me outside but when Rukia's determined there's really nothing—short of putting her in a headlock—that I can really do to stop her.

 

Her thin, strong, little arms thrust me outside and I stumbled heartily. My face was red and my temper was beginning to increase dramatically.

 

Her robes swished around her as she turned towards me one last time, her hand was positioned on the sliding door and her face was livid.

 

“Consider yourself forcibly abstinent for another nine months,” she spat and my eyes widened in abstract horror. “Besides, I don't mind, I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself, thank you very much!”

 

“B-But Rukia!” I sputtered as I dove towards the door in an attempt to find some way to convince her otherwise. “I can't—I can't do… I mean, I used to be able… but not—n-not anymore!”

 

She gave me a hard glare, her violet eyes glinting with dark amounts of lethal amusement. She cocked her head to the side and smirked. “You're a quick learner. You'll figure it out sooner or later.”

 

She shut the door.

 

Sometimes I just hate that bitch.