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I decided that I will be focusing on this fic until I get some solid ideas for my other stories. Hope no one is upset. I know how frustrating it can get when an author doesn't update for a long period of time. I've rewritten the next chapter of Neko Love and Catnipped countless times. I just can't get it right. I want them to be perfect.
This seems to be a nice change of pace.
Although, I did feel very proud to have the word Complete beside one of my stores. Oh well.
This story is dark, dirty, pack full of Angst, OOC and lemons. It also has a touch of fluff mixed in for your enjoyment.
Fluff is one of my weaknesses. Hope no one minds.
A Lemon of some sort will be found in most chapters.
The morning tea was strong, just as she preferred it. The brown liquid ran hotly over Rukia's tongue as she took an elegant sip.
It would have almost been amusing seeing such a small woman at the unusually large table centered in the dining hall if not for her understandable personal grace and elegant wardrobe truly befitting of a member of the noble Kuchiki family.
The expensive china was set back into place. The steam of the tea filled the air, violet eyes meeting amber as she gave a small nod.
The butler moved closer with a tray of pastries and dessert was placed before the lord.
"You have a busy day today, young master," Ichigo said as he stood at his usual place at her side, Rukia taking a bite of her scone with a scowl.
"We must work on your studies before our guest arrives for supper."
Her annoyance was quite obvious, "Big brother deciding to grace us with his presence… how very strange indeed."
Rukia was the head of the Kuchiki House, and had been from the time Ichigo had joined her. Her brother, Byakuya Kuchiki, was not related by blood which meant he could never inherit the estate. He was nobility by marriage and nothing more. Although, he played his role very well.
Her hand found the large family ring on her left thumb, twiddling it absentmindedly out of habit. "He should not hold any power over me." Rukia mumbled rather bitterly, eyes dark.
"The rules of humans are rather peculiar." Ichigo sighed with slight bewilderment, "He is your elder after all, even if not due to blood."
To Rukia, Byakuya was simply an irritating babysitter. Leaning back in her chair, Rukia crossed her legs simply, tiny hands running over her dress skirts, smoothing out the material. "Blood is all that matters in this world."
Amber flashed red momentarily in response to his master's words. Ichigo was at her side because she had given her own blood to make a deal with the devil himself, connecting them by blood in a completely different way.
"He wishes to sell me off, I'm sure."
It came out rather offhanded and Ichigo gave her a sideways glace, trying to remain unbiased; "You do not desire that, young lord?"
She was apparently long past due for a husband, which was clear by the family's frustration at her constant rejection of the countless "suitable" fiancés thrown her way. It was well known that arrange marriages were a quick way to form ties with other wealthy families and gain power throughout the land. It was unknown how long they would accept her rebellion, The House's head or not. And usually during these debates, Byakuya was the family's personal messenger.
Violet met amber and Rukia sighed openly. "I do not wish for such a troublesome situation to befallen me."
Ichigo felt something unusual stir within him, but the demon ignored it as the table was cleared by the help, Rukia rising to her feet.
He moved to walk behind her, following her out of the dining hall, his voice even, "Would you like me to speak with him?" Take care of the problem.
Her heals were heard as they made their way down one of the many broad corridors of the mansion, and Rukia eyes grew troubled and tired, "Sister would not appreciate that."
Ichigo watched his master closely, but remained silent, obedient.
"I wish to take a bath now, Ichigo."
He did not comment on how she had taken one only a couple hours earlier or how it would surly conflict with their schedule. "Will you need my assistance?"
He was the one that bathed and dressed her on a regular basis; his words were code used when there could be possible ears listening. They couldn't afford to let their secret see the light of day.
Would you like me to join you?
Her answer was soft, nearly a whisper, "Yes."
The water felt amazing against her skin. Steam filled the large bathing room as Rukia closed her eyes with a content sigh, enjoying the strong arms holding her back against his muscular chest.
He was naked. It was clearly fitting but recently when they were together that almost never occurred. Ichigo learned that he liked to be prepared for any situation and that seemed to be difficult if he were to be caught with his trousers around his ankles.
A previous maid knew that all too well but it was their fault for losing control in the middle of the day, after all. The elderly lady had simply wanted to tidy up the study, only to have a very clear image of Ichigo's ass forever burned into her mind as the head butler of the household fucked his master into oblivion on top of the lord's desk.
Rukia had given her an early retirement.
They had to be more careful. That was one reason she loved bathing with him. It was safe. She couldn't help but enjoy how Ichigo's tan skin clashed greatly with her own creamy complexion. Just as his large body seemed to contradict with her own petite form—it made her feel positively feminine.
He always seemed to understand what she needed and he handled her with ease.
Ichigo nuzzled at her ear playfully and Rukia couldn't hold back a smile.
"Try not to over think the situation. You know very well I would not stand by and let something like that occur, little master."
Her dark blue nails raked through the bubbles surrounding them. "And if I gave your orders to not interfere?"
"…What are you planning, young lord?"
Rukia was quiet for a moment and Ichigo thought he may not get an answer but then she was turning in his arms to face him.
Her eyes were pained, though serious as she cupped his face in her small hands. The action confused Ichigo momentarily. Then she was speaking and it all became clear.
"If I were to order you stand by my side as I married a complete stranger; becoming his in every way possible, how would you react?"
Ichigo's eyes went wide and Rukia should have been frightened when his face twisted with unguarded anger. Although, when he grabbed at her long wet locks roughly, she felt unusually calm as she returned his gaze.
"You are mine." Ichigo's voice had changed, deepening into a snarl as he stated his fact. It was a fact. He made a point to reminded her of that every chance he got.
Her question was completely ludicrous.
Rukia ignored his comment, choosing to poke the beast with a very sharp stick rather than acknowledge its logic; "I would have to fuck him, you know."
Ichigo's hold on her tightened, his eyes glowing crimson, "No."
To the demon's dismay, Rukia merely gave him a sad smile and began to stroke his face softly between her hands.
"I'm all grown up now, Ichigo. It's irresponsible of me to deny my family this simple request."
The butler's eyes narrowed and he pulled her closer. Rukia couldn't help but be hesitant due to what he was most likely plotting.
"Could you really do that?"
Violet eyes blinked in surprise, "Excuse me?"
A large hand detangled from her hair, disappearing under the soupy water and Rukia let out a startled gasp.
"Could you really fuck someone other than me?"
The answer was obvious. The lie she had to tell would have been apparent as well if his touches between her legs weren't distracting her. Rukia could only let out a whimper.
"Hmm?" the mockery in his voice didn't go unnoticed and she cursed her body's strong reaction to him.
"I'm sure you agree that I am the only one you want touching you." He was pumping her slowly, "Kissing you. Licking you," Ichigo's thumb found her clit, caressing, pinching; "Fucking you."
Damn it.
"I'd kill him."
Eyes that she hadn't realized she had closed snapped open in astonishment.
"I know it would be a direct violation but I wouldn't care." His fingers left her and she nearly whined at the lost but then he was grabbing her thighs, pulling them further apart and wrapping them tightly around his hips, words completely serious. She could feel him against her and she let out a shaky breath.
"I would kill him before he had a chance to touch what's mine." Bringing his fingers that were still covered in her juices to his mouth, the strawberry sucked at them greedily as he watched Rukia's reaction darkly through damp bangs.
He was as hard as steal and she was dripping wet.
They reacted simultaneously, Ichigo pulling her forward, thrusting into her warmth as Rukia pounced, hands tangling in hair as a frantic kiss silenced their gasps of pleasure.
The idea that she didn't need him in every sense of the world was absolutely laughable.
"Pay attention." Ichigo huffed, Rukia clearly ignoring his lecture to stare aimlessly out the window.
She blinked and met his gaze momentarily before clearly deciding that she did not want to pay attention after all and began doodling in her notebook.
The man growled, fed up with her seemingly poor attention span; "Rukia!"
The little Kuchiki looked up in surprised. The only time he ever called her by her first name was when his control completely snapped.
She felt something stir deep within her belly.
"I'm tired," feel from her lips in a whisper without thought, her eyes wide as she met his glare.
His fierce look fell and he let out a weak sigh, softening some.
"It is my fault after all," Ichigo commented slyly, giving her a sideways glace.
She scuffed in reply as she stood from her desk, trying to ignore the man before her which, seemed to be easier said than done. Ichigo's orange hair was currently an adorable mess. Dark rimmed reading glasses perched upon the bridge of his nose, the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up to the elbows, tie hanging loosely around his neck as he busied himself with skimming through a textbook when a slight scowl in place… He was just too cute.
Rukia shook her head in annoyance. Being sexually dependent on her demon butler was one thing but calling him cute…
No, she would not go there.
She must have been staring at him and he must have noticed because now he was looking at her with one eyebrow raised in question.
…Damn it.
Covering her apparent red face with her forearm, Rukia shook her head meekly.
"Are you feeling ill, little one?"
Eyes wide, she backed away from him causing the demon's gaze to narrow in reply.
"What's wrong?"
"I…" An unsure gaze traveled the study, looking for an escape, "I don't feel very…"
Ichigo moved forward and Rukia moved back in response and he ended up crowding her against the oak desk.
That damn desk.
"Ichigo, what—"
A dress glove was once again momentarily discarded and Ichigo's hand was pressed to her forehead.
"You don't seem to have a fever. You are a rather warm though, little one."
Violet eyes stared at Ichigo's vest, not able to meet his gaze. "I'm tired," Rukia repeated, in hopes that this form of retreat would be a success.
He seemed to accept her answer.
"Very well," Ichigo moved away, stacking the school books in an organized manner, "Our guests won't be arriving until dinnertime."
Rukia nodded slowly, "I will be resting." She had to get away from him. Why was she reacting like this?
"I will join you momentarily."
She opened her mouth to interject, that won't be necessary, but Ichigo gave her a comforting grin and her mouth went dry. She could only nod and flee to her chambers.
As she raced out of the study, Rukia strangely felt close to tears. She had been holding herself back for years when it came to Ichigo. It didn't make sense as to why it would be so difficult now.
I have to stop it. I can't love him.
I can never truly have him.
It's not real.
Even though it is only chapter two, their daily routine seems to be wearing down on poor Rukia. I can't blame her though. Ichigo seems to be a handful! More fun to come. How do you want Ichigo to react, hm? Feedback seems to greatly influence my writing. Besides, I love hearing your thoughts!
Also, I'm looking for a dedicated beta reader to help me out with this story. I'm completely in the dark about the process as well as how to go about it. Please let me know if you're interested. Someone that's ok with my weird schedule, poor grammar and random stages of writer's block would be highly appreciated.