The faint buzz of the neon light fixtures was driving Itami crazy. As was the bulge between his legs.
With a grimace the soldier shifted in his chair uncomfortably, cheeks a rosy pink. With everything in consideration, Itami looked a little less than sober. And yet, it wasn't alcohol that plagued him.
His fingers tapped impatiently against the form he was in the middle of. His eyes shifted to the stack next to his hand, the boxes, letters, and numbers swirling into an impossible inky mass. He let out a groan.
Admitting defeat against the endless paperwork, Itami threw down the pen to lean back into his chair. The sun outside of his window indicated late afternoon. Arms behind his head, his bored gaze followed a Humvee as it rumbled past. He tsked again, shifting his legs to reposition the pesky evidence of his arousal.
"Damn it, Rory," he whispered to himself, getting up from his office chair to stretch out his limbs, straightening out the camo green of his uniform.
Frustrated, sexually and otherwise, Itami paced around the room. Contrary to what his trousers' bulge implied, his mind wasn't focused on anything particularly dirty. In fact, only a few moments before the only thing firing and churning in between his neurons and synapses was the amount of paperwork he had to fill out before the end of the week.
No, the only particular reason for his frustration was repression. It had been two weeks since Rory had left, gone for a special excursion with a small squadron consisting of two Humvees. Her voice rung in his mind again, remembering the night before her departure.
"I hope you won't miss me too much, big boy," she whispered, naked and slick atop him as her tongue ran along his earlobe. She stroked him, giggling as his flaccidness grew hard again.
Itami forgot what he said in response, but his breaths shuddered out as his mind's eye recalled what he did to her in the next hour. He cursed himself for the moment's reminisce, his uncomfortable erection merely getting worse.
Ever since that night at Hakone Mountain, Rory kept Itami…busy. Whenever the two found themselves alone, conversation would dwindle, eyes and then hands would begin to wander, lips embracing. On the nights when Lelei wouldn't wander into his room to sleep, Rory would saunter in, naked within seconds.
As he had said before, she was truly insatiable.
And yet, Itami couldn't help but feel the same way. Rory had awoken something inside of his body, something that was impossibly hot and carnal. As Itami plopped down onto the couch near the door, he felt its presence seep through his skin again. Christ, he needed Rory back.
The beast that she had awoken refused to sleep or settle. In the past two weeks, Itami's lust raged without restraint. Accustomed to release within Rory's arms, the poor soldier had no choice but to release it by himself, thoroughly putting his collection of doujins to good use. But it wasn't enough. He needed her touch, her soft whimpers, her hot tightness. The realization of that he was suddenly dependent on the demigoddess made him even more frustrated.
He needed something to get this problem off of his mind.
Itami stood up from the couch, letting out another sigh. By now, the bulge in his pants had all but deflated. Thankful for the temporary solace, Itami left the office, knowing full-well that trying to get back to wouldn't help him in the slightest. He needed someone to talk to.
Social interaction would quell his desires, keep them at bay before his libido decided to hopelessly grip him again.
He exited the main administrative compound, letting the sunlight of the afternoon brush against his skin. Alnus Hill's soundtrack of life rumbled before him; the verbal droning of a head officer leading out a PT, the constant rumble of rolling tires, the chatter of children, occasional laughter. A smile found itself on Itami's lips as he reached upwards and stretched.
A healthy yawn later and Itami put his hands on his hips. He began to wander, waving and nodding his head in greeting.
Who to talk to? Lelei was most likely busy with her arcane exercises. Hayato, Wataru, and the others were either with Rory or busy with drills.
Before he could conjure up any other names, Itami suddenly found himself wandering into the residential area. Several refuges bowed in greeting, the children waving at him as he sauntered through. He smiled, waving back, before another name arose in his head.
Tuka.
The name brought about a smile and a wince at the same time. It was someone to talk to, definitely, but in recent weeks conversation with the elfin girl wasn't what one would label as "normal".
To put it in layman's terms, Tuka had lost it.
It was definitely understandable. She had lost the most important figure in her life to a fire dragon before being thrust into an inter-dimensional conflict, forced to live and adjust with people from another world.
Granted, she hadn't completely gone over the edge, but denial gripped the poor girl's heart. She insisted on extra meals and an extra bed. People heard her talking to herself, looking for her deceased parent when the sun began to set.
But in more recent days, Tuka's delusions took on a whole new level entirety: she suddenly began to address Itami as "father".
He enjoyed talking to her and often found himself in her living quarters to shoot the breeze. But as soon as she started seeing him as a surrogate parent, Itami found conversation difficult. He played along, trying his best to appease her grief, but the soldier felt that it was all wrong. He knew he shouldn't encourage her.
And yet, he found himself standing in front of her door. He stared at it, conflicted.
Itami's hand raised, poised to knock. He stopped, clutching his fist. He shouldn't. He should just find someone else to talk to.
He turned around to leave, but found that his boots refused to budge.
Then, as if in answer to his conflict, the door opened.
A slender face, framed with golden blonde looked back at the soldier in surprise, blue eyes shimmering. Then, a smile spread on her lips.
"Father…you're back early!"
Her sweet voice tipped the scales in Itami's head. He couldn't help but smile back as he took the girl's hand, letting her lead him inside.
"Yes I am…"
As the door of Tuka's quarters closed behind him, Itami didn't notice the beast inside of him begin to growl.