So…I was going to make this chapter longer but my inability to update my stories in a reasonable amount of time made me decide to simply cut it short for now. Hope no one minds.
I couldn't thank my newly appointed beta reader enough. She was able to take this messy chapter and tie it together in a nice neat bow. Thank you so much, Rukes!
This fic is rated M for a very obvious reason.
Her pillows smelt like him.
After countless nights of him lying beside her, Rukia had come to find the masculine scent comforting. Now, it was absolutely maddening.
Damn it.
She, at some point long ago, had come to accept her feelings for the demon. They were overwhelming at times, but she managed the best she could. Ironically, the cause was Ichigo himself; the only thing keeping her going and Rukia had quite literally given her soul to him in return.
Years ago, she had called upon him unintentionally. Rukia had been scared, alone, and full of anger.
"Would you like to make a contract with me?"
Even then, when she was afraid of the painful world she lived in, she hadn't been afraid of Ichigo.
She wouldn't allow herself to cry now.
Burrowed under her bedding, Rukia forced her eyes shut, ignoring the desire to simply scream her pain away.
Maybe this was her punishment for making such a deal in the first place. Giving her soul away had been easy in comparison to this.
I already miss him.
The thought angered her further and the girl let out a sob. She had power, fame and wealth, but Rukia Kuchiki still did not have the one thing she'd been craving for all these years, and she probably never would.
She had Ichigo in nearly every way; physically, sexually, possibly even mentally in some standing. But it was impossible for him to love her the way she loved him; to her very core. She had to constantly remind herself that he couldn't because he was simply a monsterthat didn't know how.
The truth was, when Rukia died the man she loved would most definitely eat her very soul.
She knew it was sick and twisted; possibly even masochistic, but he was perfect in her eyes, even if that was the case.
"You are mine."
The Kuchiki wanted to hate him, she really did.
The bedroom door creaked with its opening and then closed softly behind him. Her heart quickened as she felt the mattress dip with his weight and then he was under the covers with her. A kiss to her raven locks was his greeting as he spooned his tiny lover.
"Feel better, my little human." Ichigo whispered against her ear and Rukia fought back a shudder, faking sleep.
Was it possible that this was all a game to him? The idea that he was just fulfilling his part of the contract made Rukia's heart literally ache. She didn't want to think so… but if it were true, he was a remarkable actor.
What am I to you?
Before she could stop herself, she had turned and wrapped herself around him, hiding her face against his chest.
"Oh," Ichigo said in slight surprise, arms coming around her, a chuckle leaving him, "You're awake."
Rukia nodded against his shirt, a shiver running though her when he began to rub her back soothingly.
How could this man possibly be ademon?
"Are you feeling any better?"
She responded with a shake of her head; she didn't trust herself to speak in the weak state she was in.
Ichigo frowned in response, his gloved hand running through her deep black hair absentmindedly.
"What can I do?" I want to make it better.
With a heavy sigh she threw a leg over his hip. With her body fully against his, Ichigo waited patiently for a response. Although, she seemed to be occupying herself with his silk tie, smoothing down the fabric with her tiny hands absentmindedly. After a long moment of silence, he was about to repeat himself; but with a rush of strength and a shift in her weight, she had him flat on his back.
He watched her hovering over him, Rukia's tresses tickling his skin as she stared down at him darkly from her newly claimed perch.
"Don't move."
It was an order and Ichigo merely blinked in confusion.
His hand moved to cup her cheek in question, "What are-"
"No!" Rukia hissed, slapping his hand away, "I said do not move."
He almost looked hurt at her rejection and Rukia had to remind herself that he's just playing his part.
Her small hands found his tie, pulling it off smoothly before busying herself with the buttons of his shirt.
It was an action she had done countless times before, but for some reason, this time Ichigo felt himself shutter viciously in excitement.
Leaning forward, Rukia peppered soft kisses along his neck as she preceded her task and Ichigo allowed himself to relax somewhat against her touch. The demon allowing her to take control momentary.
With his tan chest now in view, Rukia let out a content sigh, hands petting at the wall of perfectly sculptured muscle set before her.
Ichigo jolted in surprise when his human began to nip at his nipples. Letting out a gasp, his eyes were wide as his chest was bitten and lapped at, causing his back arching towards her.
He didn't understand.
Even as her mouth met his, tongues meeting in a playful dance that he was accompanied to, he couldn't grasp why she was acting likethis.
She found his belt and with a quick movement Rukia was pulling his pants and undergarments down to rest at his mid-thigh.
He still didn't understand when she kissed down his torso, and a loud gasp left him as she gave the tip of his length a curious lick.
She wouldn't…
Rukia nuzzled the side of his shaft softly, wrapping her hands around the base, the dark blue of her ring shinning through the mess of wiry curls she found there.
She gave him a light pump, feeling as he grew harder around her.
Ichigo lifted his head, trying to look down at her; when did she learn to-
Violet met amber and then her warm, wet mouth was surrounding him.
"Ah! You are…!"
His head thumped back with a moan, amber turning crimson with desire as she worked him in and out of her mouth. The dark-haired girl let out a hum as she took him in as far as she could into her warmth.
In the time they had been sleeping together this had never been mentioned let alone discussed. He had woken her many a morning with his mouth between her thighs, though he never expected Rukia to repay such a thing.
Their sex lives revolved around, desperate kisses, hard touches, and fuckings that left them both dizzy with heat.
He always took care of her.
"Stop…can't!" Ichigo choked out in warning. He could feel himself tightening everywhere, the tingle of his approaching end clear in his mind as a hand grabbed Rukia's long hair tightly, trying to pull her off in time.
Rukia let out a moan around him, ignoring his calls, pumping him harder with a tight grip, until he came in her mouth with deep spurts of thick liquid.
"Rukia…!"
A dark shout left the demon. His eyes shut tight, hips rocking forward off the bed in release, and his heart racing in his chest as his human between his legs drank him up greedily.
Moments later, tired hands slowly fell from her hair, coming to rest weakly at his sides. He was panting, trying to gain some control of his quivering mind and body.
Without a word, Rukia rose from the bed and grabbed a handkerchief from her bedside table.
Ichigo watched her as she dabbed her mouth clean gracefully. Giving him a small glance, she moved to her closet.
"I would like a simple dress this evening."
The butler blinked at her, taken back to the fullest extent with his chest bare, trousers now around his knees as she proceeded with her day as if this situation was the everyday norm.
No, he still didn't comprehend.
"Master, I—"
"A dress not too uncomfortable, if you would." She continued with a blank stare over her shoulder.
Ichigo could only nod in response, hands busying themselves with the buttons of his dress shirt and the zipper of his slacks.
She watched him with pained eyes as he worked. If he could play his part perfectly, she would too.
Rukia would lock her feelings away day by day and allow them to run free through her actions, while they were alone. Maybe that way, she could survive.
"I would like a bath as well." Beautiful violets narrowing some as she continued with a heavy heart, "Alone."
Honey brown eyes watched her as the butler held back a grimace. He wouldn't allow himself to question her actions or push her for an explanation. It was clear that her defenses were up and he would wait for the proper time. He would wait for her to come to him and tell him what was on her mind.
But for now, he would obey.
"Yes, my tiny one."
The once insulting gesture had somehow become a loving pet name during their time together and her heart ached at the sound of his soft voice.
She squeezed her eyes shut and took in a shaky breath. Rukia wouldn't allow herself to cry.
Tears weren't allowed in this performance.
Even when I tell myself I will pick up the pace, life gets in the way. Unfortunately, Ichiruki fics don't pay the bills, lol. I will try my best to update sooner and hope you're still with me, even through the posting gaps. :)
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