Chapter 2: Within Reach...
Smut Warning. Ichigo x Goro, just skip first part if not your cuppa ;)
"Hey, Mitsuru!" Goro yelled down the window, making the other boy pause before he could get on his bike. "What are you up to now?"
"I dropped something." Mitsuru yelled back, starting the Harley's engine to warm it up. "Put a shirt on, man. I can see your fugly nips from here." He chuckled.
Goro looked down at his bare chest then shook his head. "Dropped something? In the parking lot? Have you forgotten how we've wrecked that place last night?"
"I know, but I have to get it back." Mitsuru adjusted his helmet and pulled the goggles over his eyes.
"Just get a new one!" Goro raised his voice as Mitsuru rolled out the bike from the parking slot.
"Later, bro!" Mitsuru waved his gloved hand, then drove away.
"What was that all about?" A sleepy feminine voice spoke behind Goro as he stood there looking out the window.
"Oh sorry, did I wake you up?" Goro scratched the back of his hair sheepishly. "I kinda forgot you were still asleep..."
"Hmm..." Ichigo merely shook her head, tucking the loose strands of hair that fell on her face behind her ear. "You would have raised up the dead had you two kept it going."
Goro blushed a little as he sat down beside her. "Was I really that loud?"
"Uh-huh." Ichigo confirmed as she dragged the sheets to cover herself as she sat up and leaned against the headboard.
She looked so beautiful as she sat there, he couldn't help but admire the pretty picture she made as Ichigo finger combed her hair.
Feeling his eyes on her, she looked away. "Goro..." She said softly, her green eyes shy. He knew that she was body conscious, particularly of her breasts, though she'd never admitted it. He knew about it all the same, just like he knew everything about her.
"How many times do I have to kiss those pretty breasts before you start believing me?" He murmured as he tugged the sheet away.
Ichigo gasped and covered herself with both arms. "Goro!"
"What?" He said with a boyish smile, "It's not like I haven't seen more of you."
She blushed even harder, almost the color of the tart fruit she was named after. "We talked about this!"
"Yes, but I never agreed, did I?" He said wickedly.
"Oh god, you're impossible!" Ichigo almost shrieked.
"And you're so cute." He leaned over to rub his nose against hers. "Come on, let me see you. Pretty please?"
"F-fine." Ichigo relented, "But only a little."
He waited expectantly, like a child on a Christmas morning about to open gifts.
Ichigo looked away, then slowly lowered her arms, exposing her breasts. He saw a brief flash of her pink nipples before she covered herself again.
"That's not fair." Goro groaned, he barely saw anything.
"You snooze, you lose." Ichigo retorted, an impish gleam in her green eyes.
"Oh, so that's how it is, huh?" Goro straightened up.
"What are you doing?!" Ichigo gasped when he began to unbutton his PJ bottoms.
"Just getting comfy." He replied with a wicked smile.
"Put them back!" She covered her eyes as his pants dropped to the floor.
Completely unperturbed by his nakedness, Goro looked at her with arms akimbo. A smile kicked the corner of his lips when he saw her peeking through her fingers.
"I will...only if you let me see you first."
"I already did." Ichigo looked at him, only to realize her mistake.
"Goro!" She shrieked as she covered her eyes again.
"What, baby?" He murmured, touching himself, not feeling a whit of shame. "It's not like you haven't seen me like this before."
Yes, but in broad daylight? He's impossible. Ichigo was at a loss how to handle the unruly boy before her.
He was fully aroused and so hard his cock almost touched the muscled plane of his abdomen. Oh god, oh god. Ichigo shook her head as if to brush away the naughty image. Think of stuffed animals, think of cute little kittens, she mentally recited the litany.
"I'm still waiting." Goro said, she could hear the smile in his voice. What a bully!
"If I do, you promise to put your clothes back on?"
There was a pause as he considered this. "Alright, but since you made me wait...I want to see more than your breasts."
"What?" Ichigo couldn't believe the audacity of his demand.
"Well?" Goro murmured, pushing his eyeglasses higher up his nose. "I can wait like this all morning you know. Your move, Ichigo."
"You're supposed to be resting."
Oh, I'm not falling for that one. Goro thought with an impish smile. But out loud he said, "I didn't hear any complaints last night."
He could almost hear her brilliant mind searching for a way out. God, she's so adorable.
"That's it." Goro murmured, his eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. "Negotiation time is over."
"Huh? Wh-what?" Ichigo stammered in confusion but there was no more time to think.
He leaned over to kiss her, stealing her breathless words of protest.
"Don't fight me...sweet, sweet Ichigo." Goro whispered against her lips. "You know you can't stop me."
"But we had a deal...or at least was negotiating one!"
"I never promised not to touch you..." He murmured as he kissed the side of her neck. "Besides...that one will always be off the table."
He's so unbelievably wicked.
Ichigo went still as he moved down her breasts. They still felt so inadequately small to her, but like this...when he kissed and licked her like this, her insecurities melted away into pleasure.
She made a startled sound as Goro playfully tugged her down the bed, until she lay on her back and he moved over her, covering her body with his.
He smiled at her as he pressed a kiss against her nipple, then slowly, almost lazily ran the tip of his tongue over the sensitive bud.
"Don't tease me." Ichigo gasped as he did it again, so agonizingly slow she almost writhed in frustration.
"I thought you liked to take things slow." He murmured, breathing against her moistened nipple.
"Not like this!" She gasped, "Goro!" her fingers clenched against his hair as he suckled her nipple, long, hard pulls that always, always sent shivers of electricity across her body.
"More..." She ordered, her voice becoming husky now.
"Yes, boss." Goro said with a smile.
"Oh god, yes please..." Ichigo gasped as his hand slowly crept lower until he cupped the soft flesh between her legs. She was already wet, moist with her own desire.
His breath hitched, then became erratic as excitement coursed through his veins, the slippery, slick folds of her felt so good against his fingers.
Her hips arched against his hand when he found her clit and cried out softly as he gently stroked her.
"Easy baby..." He whispered kissing her panting mouth. "I got you."
"Please..." She requested, cheeks flushed with arousal, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as he began to rub her so exquisitely.
"Oh god, you're so beautiful Ichigo." Goro groaned as he watched her face, stroking her clit with his thumb, making her gasp as he carefully slipped two fingers into her tight pussy.
Her soft flesh gripped him tightly, promising him pleasure beyond this world.
She cried out as he began to thrust his fingers into her flesh, stroking her even as his other hand teased the sensitive bud. He knew her so well, knew how to drive her mad, drive her body to feverish heights.
"Goro..." She gasped as he began to pump her pussy faster, his fingers stroking her with such breathtaking speed she almost lost her mind. And then there was no more room for coherent thoughts. Ichigo flinched then arched against his hand as she climaxed, her soft flesh sweetly contracting around his fingers as pleasure stole her breath and bliss enveloped her entire being.
"That felt so nice." She gasped as her breathing slowly returned to normal, her body still shivering with aftershocks of pleasure.
Goro didn't speak, just leaned down to kiss her. Their lips met, parted and touched again in an unhurried sensual pace until passion once more reignited within her.
"Want me, sweet Ichigo?" He whispered as he parted her thighs and slid his hips between her legs. Goro groaned as he rubbed against the slick, wet folds of her pussy, his cock twitching in need.
"Goro..."
"Tell me...tell me how much you want me." He whispered as he kissed her neck, gently caressed her breast, tweaking her nipple until she squirmed.
"Don't be so mean!"
"Ask and you shall receive..." He rotated his hips once more, rubbing against the tiny slit, teasing, nudging but not giving in to her demands.
"I want...you."
"You got me." The wicked gleam in his eyes both infuriated and amused her.
"You know what I mean!" She said, almost drumming her small fists against his back in sheer frustration.
"No, I'm no mind reader." Goro smiled. "You must tell me."
"Dammit." She muttered, without warning, she pushed him away. Goro was taken off guard completely and before he knew it, he was the one lying on his back.
"Negotiation time is over." Ichigo said, repeating his words from earlier.
"Whoa, baby." Goro gasped as she straddled his hips.
Her green eyes looked bright against the morning light, her pupils were almost pinpoints, giving her an almost feral look.
She reached for his cock with one hand and rubbed him against herself, making both of them gasp.
"Ichigo...oh god." Goro groaned as she slowly lowered herself on his cock.
Nothing could prepare him for this. Nothing. The sight of her pussy stretching wide, wider still as his cock went in...oh god, she was so tight, so warm.
Ichigo winced for an instant, their fit was still too tight. She pulled him out and rubbed the blunt tip against her clit, coating him with her own slick nectar, before trying again.
"Ichigo..." Goro clenched his teeth as he sank deeper, as her little pussy stretched, expanded to accommodate him.
She took in as much of him that was comfortable, then leaned over him, her eyes never leaving his. Goro held her hips and began to move, gently sliding in and out, stroking her, gradually sinking deeper, until she took all of him.
"You're stretching me out..." Ichigo gasped as she looked down between their bodies. "Oh god, you're all the way in."
"Yes...and it feels so good." Goro groaned, "Your pussy is so hot, so tight..."
"Goro!" She protested, touching his lips.
"What?" He murmured, making her cry out as he lifted his hips, pushing his cock even deeper. "I'm just telling you the truth. Sweet, sweet Ichigo."
She has no answer, couldn't form even a single word as he grabbed her thighs and began to move into her with rapid thrusts of his hips.
Damn, she looked so beautiful as she sat there astride him, taking in his sensual assault with soft cries of pleasure, her little hands bunched into fists against his chest.
But it was no longer enough...he wanted to fuck her harder.
Ichigo gasped as Goro clasped her around the waist and then rolled until she lay beneath him once more, his cock still buried in her flesh.
"Say my name." Goro groaned as he parted her knees, kissing each before placing her ankles on his shoulders.
"Goro." Ichigo gasped as he pushed her legs higher, her knees almost touching her breasts, lifting her hips towards him. Like this...he'll go deep, really deep.
"Say it again." He demanded, his eyes intense, making her cry out as he sheathed himself to the hilt and then began to fuck her in a furious, hard rhythm that had her clawing down his back.
"Too deep." Ichigo gasped, "oh god, Goro!" It didn't hurt but the sensation was indescribable. Like being stretched full near to bursting...something inside her snapped.
God, he loved it when she's like this. Like a little hellcat, clawing, biting him, no longer the composed honor student, but a wild, sensual lover in his arms.
And he loved watching her eyes as she neared her climax, the way her pupils would dilate as her pussy would clench around his cock, stroking him, squeezing him in a sensual rhythm that would trigger his own orgasm.
Goro tried to hold back, to make it last, but it was no use. Her body knew how to break his control, knew exactly how to lock him in as her tight sheath caressed him, tugged at the blunt tip of his cock in a maddening sensual suction as if drawing the very last drops of his semen.
"God...I love you Ichigo." He groaned against her neck as he collapsed on top of her, feeling drained but satiated.
She didn't speak, kissing the top of his head instead.
A small pang of pain made his chest tighten, but Goro controlled himself. There are things he can't push her, or else he will surely lose her. This was one of those things.
He was her first lover. But Goro knew he wasn't her first love.
And there were times he still wondered if, behind those beautiful green eyes, she's wishing it's another guy, not him who's with her now.
Perhaps...if he could teach her body to love him, need him until she couldn't live without him...the heart will also follow.
-o-
Mitsuru went back to the abandoned parking lot where they have brawled the night before. The location was part of the city's worst slum areas and can be pretty dangerous even at daytime. Not many lived there anymore, and even thugs avoided the place.
He cursed himself for oversleeping and cursed the guys for not waking him up when he'd asked them to. He didn't want the extra hours of sleep, damn it all! He wanted to be here at first light...
Mitsuru had been searching the whole afternoon, carefully scouring through the debris. Despair a weight on his chest that kept getting heavier with each hour that passed and twilight slowly crept in.
He kept telling himself, one more sweep, one more round upturning used cups, cartons, boxes, smelly furniture. He'll tear apart the whole place if he had to, but he'll make damn sure he'd searched every inch of the goddamned lot.
He tried to retrace his steps from the previous night, revisiting the spots he may have walked on. And then, like an answered prayer, he saw something that made his heart race. Please, let it be the ring, please, please...he brushed aside crumpled dirty newspaper, old clothes and empty milk cartons, a small sound of pure elation escaping his lips as he pulled the chain.
Mitsuru closed his eyes as sheer relief washed over him, bringing the ring to his lips, not caring whatever dirt it may be covered in. It was the last piece of her he had. It had become too small to fit even his pinky, so he had it suspended on a chain, close to his heart.
Checking the bottom of his jacket's breast pocket, making sure it would hold the ring securely, Mitsuru smiled slightly as he zipped up the pocket. Everything's right in his world again. He backtracked to a location where he found an old faucet earlier, it was still tapped to clean water and freshened up.
He was on his way out of the godforsaken place in a relatively lighter mood than when he came...until he saw a sight that froze his blood and had his stomach plummet at crashing speed.
God. Was he hallucinating? Please let it be an illusion. Just an aftereffect of last night's fight. The punk must have hit him harder than he thought...oh god, please...
It was the sight of her long locks of wavy blonde hair that first caught his eye. It shone bronze against the setting sun, but he knew her features like the back of his hand, there's no mistaking it.
As he got closer, despite himself, he couldn't stop his eyes from devouring her. The beloved face, the soft full lips, the cute straight nose...her creamy skin has taken a golden glow as well. She was still in school uniform, the jacket primly buttoned, clutching her schoolbag with both hands. She turned her head at the sound of his approach, her blue eyes huge as she looked at him warily. Of course, she wouldn't recognize him with his goggles and helmet on. If he passed her by, she will never know, never know that he'd left her all alone in a dangerous place.
Goddamit all! How could fate be this cruel? No matter what he did, what he sacrificed, there were things simply beyond his control.
She stepped away, her eyes huge and afraid when he parked in front of her, so nervous she almost backed into the graffiti-filled wall behind her.
"Kokoro...it's me."
He first saw the way her eyes widened in recognition then the sheer relief that washed over her as if he'd just saved her from the pits of hell. He didn't have to remove his helmet or goggles. She knew him, knew his voice.
"Mitsuru..."
She knew he's bad for her sanity. Just when she has started to have some measure of peace, some semblance of control over her emotions...fate dealt her another surprise.
He can be so cold and aloof, he could freeze tears off Niobe's face. But she was drawn to him, like the proverbial moth to a flame. Yet still, she wanted to get close, even if it meant she'll be burned. Heaven help her, but no matter what lies she has told herself before, she's still not over him, not by a long shot.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, it was hard not to hear the impatience in his voice as he removed his goggles. To others, his intense green gaze could appear cutting, but knowing him well as she did, she saw the concern beneath the glare.
Mitsuru impatiently removed his helmet then looked around once more as if expecting trouble.
"I got lost...I was waiting for the bus, but..." Kokoro said in a small voice, she looked at him intently, taking in every inch of him. He'd grown taller than the last time she saw him, his shoulders broader, his legs longer...he's more a man now than a boy. And oh god, so drop dead gorgeous!
"Come here." He said, urgency in every word. He placed the helmet on her head, tied the strap securely but not too tight.
"Get on." He indicated the spot behind him with a slight twist of his head.
Kokoro has never ridden a bike before, much less one as huge as a Harley. But sensing the urgency of the situation she climbed up behind him. Or tried to.
"Grab on to my shoulder." Mitsuru almost hissed.
Biting her lip, Kokoro did as she was told, finally getting the leverage she needed to throw her leg over the seat and pulled herself up the bike.
She tried to adjust her skirt, knowing the wind will surely blow it off her legs. Good Lord, what has she gotten herself into? But what choice does she have?
Sitting astride the bike with Mitsuru in front of her felt so...illicit. She blushed as she tried to keep some distance between their bodies, he was literally between her legs, just an inch or two closer and he'd be touching her lady bits.
How on earth can she stay calm when he's so near?
"Lean the same way I lean, press your thighs against mine. Hold on to me and close your eyes, the wind will sting without protection." Mitsuru instructed as he pulled the goggles back over his eyes.
It sounded so simple in theory, but in practice? Her skirt barely covered her legs as it is. Press against his thighs? Oh god, oh god...
She tried searching at the sides of the seat for something to hold onto but found nothing.
But there was no more time. Mitsuru revved up the engine and rode off. Kokoro grabbed on to his waist with a shriek, cheek laid against his leather-clad back and held on for dear life.
-o-
Lost in his thoughts, Mitsuru didn't notice he missed the turn that would take them to the boarding house, instead, he drove on, to a location that had been deeply ingrained in his memory, his subconscious has taken the driver's seat.
This felt too surreal. Like some kind of a dream.
Was she really here? Or was he having some kind of psychedelic breakdown after last night?
But the feel of her body, the soft weight of her breasts against his back, the creamy pale skin of her thighs pressed against his...and the small hands wrapped around his waist. They're no illusion.
Mitsuru felt his throat tighten as he saw the ring on her hand. Oh god, she has kept it.
Has it really been two years since they broke up? Felt like an eternity ago, but he could still remember that day clearly.
They'd met again after school, in their usual spot at the park. The trees had been dwindling, but still, a quiet, cool place for evening walks.
"You've been troubled lately." Kokoro had said, her blue eyes looking at him with concern.
"I got drafted." He answered simply. There was no use beating around the bush anymore. She had to know, sooner or later. "My Parasite score is 326."
Kokoro had gone completely still, clutching her hands together as she pressed them against her lips. "I scored at 556."
Close but no cigar. The mandatory score was set at 500. That had been his silver lining.
Then she had looked at him, with eyes that silently asked for reassurance.
"But we can still be together, right?"
He had reached out and traced the sensual curve of her lips. Touching her as if it would be the last time. And it was.
"Things won't be the same for us again."
"But—"
"Don't you see?" He cupped her face and leaned closer until their foreheads touched.
"I'll be forced to spend time with another girl. Train with her. What will that do to you?"
"Mitsuru..."
Tears magnified the irises of her eyes, but she blinked them away. She has never used tears to get her way, and she won't start now. That was one of the things he'd always liked about her.
"It hurts to let you go." He whispered, closing his own eyes as emotions started to choke him. "But I must."
"I don't want to..."
"We both know what happens to pilots. Most of them never return home. Majority dies while on training and the war finishes off the rest. You still have a chance for a normal life. Don't waste it on me, my fate has been sealed."
"No, Mitsuru...let me join with you."
"What do you think it will do to me...to see you hurt, broken?...it will destroy me."
"But I want to be with you!" This time, the tears did fall, and she angrily wiped them away. God, she's so beautiful even when she cried.
"No, you must live for me. You will forget about me in time. You'll move on with another boy." If she didn't know him well, he may have been able to convince her, but Kokoro heard the hesitation in his voice, heard the pain he tried to hide.
"How can you decide these things for me?" She gripped his arms, fingers clenching, digging into his skin.
"Because...I have to be strong for both of us."
It broke something inside him, something that could never heal again as he saw the pain in her eyes. No matter how many times he told himself it was for her own sake that he had to leave her...he'd felt like the most worthless scum on earth.
He had ached to hold her in his arms, comfort her, tell her that they will never be apart...instead, he ran away from her, ran and ran, not caring where he was heading, not caring anymore if he got hit by a car, or landed in a ditch.
He ran until his legs gave in, until he could no longer move a single muscle. And then only had he let out the scream of pain, of the terrible loss he had to endure.
He lost a piece of his soul that day, and ever since then he had been searching, trying to find something, someone to fill that emptiness.
But the abyss only grew darker with each girl he tried to patch up the cracks with. There had been others, girls training to be Parasites...pale imitations, none ever had her hair or eye color, but anything, anything close enough that would remind him of Kokoro, he'd tried to substitute.
But it was no use. He'd tried to forget, he'd tried to move on. But he only ended up hurting others, and almost destroyed himself in the process.
He found a measure of peace by accepting that he will never be able to love again as he loved her. Maybe given time, there will be another, but never like this, with all of his soul, with all of his heart, with everything that's in him ever again.
Mitsuru swallowed the sudden knot that formed in his throat as he parked before what looked like an abandoned school building. As if waking up from a stupor and finally realizing the consequences of his actions.
Shit, shit, shit. What has he done? He never should have brought her here. What was he thinking? None, that was the problem, he wasn't thinking at all. He drove here out of habit, on autopilot most of the time.
And now he'd brought her here.
Mitsuru thought of turning back, now before it's too late. This was his hideout, no one, not even his closest friends knew about this place.
It was dangerous to be alone with Kokoro, like this, when she's so close, so within reach.
There's no way he will be able to hold back. She's simply not safe with him, because...sooner or later, his basest instincts will take over, overriding all logic, all reason. He wanted her, had wanted her far too long, far too much.
Oh god, what was he to do?
But even the freedom of choice was taken from him.
It started to rain, drenching them both.
A/N: The Goro x Ichigo part was unplanned. But when I started writing, the scene just unfolded so it sort of just happened. I've thought of editing it out, this is supposed to be Mitsukoko centric...anyways whether it deducts or adds to the overall story, I'll let the reader be the judge. ;) I didn't think I'd be changing rating so soon though. lol
That said, it was an attempt to portray a sexual relationship that's based on mutual respect, rather than romantic emotions. Goro and Ichigo did start off as a one-sided romance. If that's what you got, then the muse did her job, if not, will have to to do better. :')