A/N I've been trying to find my muse so I thought I should share my attempt. I have been just so out of it lately! This had to be done- after watching Bleach episode 342 Thank you, I just had to write some Ichiruki goodness. :D Every Ichiruki shipper should squeal at the adorableness of that episode- it was so them! I know I squealed. And I never squeal!
Also, I'm a really big Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler) fan. I seriously even have the Faustian Contract symbol inked on my back. It's a pretty popular anime so I hope you guys know what I'm talking about. The only thing is, I'm not a big yaoi fan and that anime is mostly full of really pretty men. SO! I gave Rukia a demonic Ichigo in trousers, a tailcoat, vest, shiny shoes, a fancy tie, threw them into the late 1800s and made a smutty one shot! Maybe even a possible full story! You tell me! Do you like the idea? I'm re-watching Kuroshitsuji so I have a lot of inspiration to come if you like! Also need to work on my smut :D This is M for a reason!
Also, for those of you that don't know, a simple explanation: The Contract (Faustian Contract) is what connects the demon to the master and vice-versa. That's represented by a mark/scar upon the body. Well, in Kuroshitsuji that is, haha.
Enjoy!
Yes, My Lord
A gloved hand cupped her cheek and long lashes fluttered in response. Rukia was warm; the soft sheets surrounding her seemed to only coax her deeper into sleep.
His voice was smooth like honey and as gentle as a mere caress against her skin; "Young master, it is time to wake up."
He was there. Ichigo was always there, just like she had asked.
Rukia Kuchiki was grateful. He was the only thing protecting her now.
He sheltered her soul because that was what she had asked for- Love and protection. It was the foundation of their contract and thus her soul was the demon's to do with as he pleased when the time came.
Though now, the demon was kissing and nipping at the column of her neck and she couldn't hold back a soft whimper.
"Ichigo…" her voice of soft and groggy and full of sleep; she was so content.
He nodded in encouragement; Rukia felt the movement against her collarbone and then he was running a hand over the soft skin of her thigh.
"Good girl. Wake up."
Her butler had crawled under her sheets, that clever bastard. A gasp left her, Ichigo making her body burn with his light and teasing touches.
In public, he was the ideal butler and protector, Ichigo Kurosaki. But in private he was just a demon, fulfilling the agreement they had made years ago; that also meant that from the time she turned sixteen, he had claimed her in the most primal way imaginable.
"Open your eyes," he purred. An arm tugging her to him, the young master's naked back fitting against his strong, dressed chest and she found herself staring at the white sateen of her pillow case with sleep filled eyes.
"Why-" she mumbled with a gasp as his hand tugged at her breast, her own managing to tunnel though his spiky orange mane in reply; "Why do you always seem to be clothed when we're together in the morning?"
A sound of a zipper, and the ruffling of sheets; "After I prove how precious my little master is, I must go fetch breakfast," Ichigo answered logically, as he pulled himself from his open fly.
Rukia trembled slightly; violet eyes now fully alert, meeting presently red orbs in the mirror hanging before them on the bedroom wall. As he curled about her naked form, needing to be inside of her as quickly as possible, it was clear that the he wasn't as controlled as he wanted to portray.
Last night, he had been there; over her, seemingly for hours. They had merged together in a furry of moans and gasps until she had been nearly delirious with pleasure. After, she burrowed into the nook of his neck while he nuzzled her crown and watched her sleep. It had become their usual. It was safe.
"You know," she started, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder, violet eyes soft, "I could do this with you forever, stupid."
He obviously understood her meaning and for a second, Rukia could see the surprise of the demon's face. It made her proud- Ichigo was always in control, one step ahead of everyone but Rukia was able to throw him off balance. Even if it was only for a small moment, she was the only one capable of such a thing. And she loved it.
She also loved him. That was also very clear.
To fall in love with a monster, the same monster she had sold her soul to for a second chance—in reality, she was the stupid one. But she had accepted that particular sin long ago.
Demons were said to not have souls. No emotions, no hearts. Rukia understood that he could never love her back. But sometimes, she allowed herself to believe that even that scenario was possible.
He made it so easy to believe in ungraspable possibilities.
"We will do this forever," Ichigo growled, hips moving forward rather violently, knowing somehow that she was ready for him. She was always ready for him.
"You're mine to do with as I please."
Rukia held back her gasp as he joined her, only to have him pull back moments later. The male starting a hard and fast rhythm as he held her to him.
Her head fell forward in reaction, moans leaving them both. Ichigo bit the back of her neck as she panted into her pillow. And yet, it was almost always like this.
The fact was, she could only recall him be gentle during her first time. Ichigo had been comforting her during a moment of weakness and then he had kissed her neck, right on the bonding seal, softly, a very simple gesture in itself. She didn't know how or why, but she had kissed his lips in a surprised spurge of passion and it escalated from there. He had held her and hushed her as their hips met in an unusual securitized rhythm. Even as she fought through the pain, she had met his every movement with her own.
Now, Rukia loved how good they seemed to be when they were like this the most.
"Ich-Ichi.."
"I'm right here." Ichigo answered automatically, his lips meeting the mark representing their sin once again, the tattooed skin of her lower neck giving him Goosebumps- it proved that this tiny human was his.
All his.
"Take off…take it off…"
He understood. His right hand leaving her bare hip momentarily, the white material of his glove soon left forgotten.
The mark was carved into his palm and Rukia grabbed his hand in hers, holding it against her as the moved quickly to their peaks.
Ichigo moaned deeply, thrusting with absolutely zero control now. He hated and loved it; losing his sanity when it came to Rukia Kuchiki. It was addicting.
She was gasping and whimpering, lost along with her butler and what was theirs; he made her feel cherished. Sadly, it also made it painful.
I love you. I love you. I love you!
Rukia bite her lip to silence her inner struggle, the taste of copper strong on her tongue as pleasure rocked through her wave after violent wave.
A sharp gasp left him in response, the man pumping even harder into her from behind as her slick inner walls clenched and soon he was dragged into shattering along with his mate, his cries for her nearly animalistic.
"Mine…Rukia!"
And then there was quite, and warmth, along with panting breathes and lazy, sleepy movements.
Ichigo had slipped from her inner warmth and moments later, Rukia had turned in his arms and tucked him gently back inside his black trousers.
He gave her a playful smile, his eyes now a bright amber; "Good morning, little master."
It almost annoyed her; her form was covered in a layer of sweat, hair a complete mess, and body obviously flushed, while the man before her looked as if he had merely raced gracefully down a corridor rather than fucked his master senseless first thing in the morning.
Rukia scowled up at him in astonishment. "Waking me up in such a manner has not begun to bore you, Ichigo?"
"I will never become bored of you, little one. I find you to be very entertaining."
His smirk and comment would have insulted any normal person but Rukia Kuchiki simply scoffed and tugged at his tie; "Kiss me."
Ichigo's eyes shined anew, his voice a near growl as they moved to mesh their lips together in a heated morning kiss; "Yes, my lord."
This was their morning routine, after all.
I hate commas. They are seriously irritating. Punctuation has always been my enemy in general. Sorry if that's apparent. Also, this was written and self edited at 3-5 in the morning (I think I have insomnia!) so, if I really messed up something please let me know.
I know its short but it will get longer! Well, that is if you want me to continue. Haha, that was just sex really but I really do have a plot in mind! Drop by and say hi in a review ne? I would love to hear your thoughts! (: