ajremix | [drabble][Mercy Street, Ikkaku, R] Just Out of Reach

Title: Just Out of Reach
Fandom: Bleach RP

mercy_street_rp
Rating: R, to be safe
Word Count: 712
Characters: Ikkaku
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mercystreetnote speed drabble (3rd=21 minutes)
Summary: Ikkaku’s happy bachelorhood is screwed. In ways that doesn’t make him happy.

Ikkaku was not, by all accounts, a handsome man, pretty much just passably good looking. He wasn’t exactly rich, either. He had money, but most of it went to pay for rent, Tetsu’s college and maintenance on his bike and not necessarily in that order. Nor was he even that romantic or attentive to women in general. If he thought a woman was hot, he’d go out and say it. If he wanted to fuck her, he made that apparent from the get-go. Some women like it. Some didn’t. Though, from the amount of play he had under his belt (aha), it seemed most liked that straightforwardness of his.

Over the years, though, his attention toward women started to wan. It started with Boss’s rule that he was no longer allowed to date customers or screw a woman while he was on the clock. And with all the time he spent working and all the people that came in, it certainly cut into his pimping. And when women started complaining that he spent too much time working and not enough giving them lip service (again, aha) Ikkaku became less and less inclined to get into relationships. Even if his girls averaged about a week, anyway.

After a while, the need for women and sex died down and the older he got and the more he talked to various women (and the men most of them tended to ruin) the less he cared. It got to the point where, if needed, he could find a girl to screw should the need outweigh his hand. Other than that, he really didn’t care much if he ended up being bachelor-for-life. In fact, he was looking forward to a lifetime of freedom.

And he was perfectly content with that until she came along.

Her. Nemu. Sex on legs and a conservative skirt.

Oh, sure, she didn’t seem like much to most people. There were plenty of bombshells out there willing to go down on him should he choose his lines right, but they weren’t Nemu. They didn’t have the same innocence, the same shyness, the same… Nemu-ness about them.

All of the sudden Ikkaku had someone he wanted to watch out for, someone he wanted to stick close to, someone he wanted to protect. Not in the way he looks after Tetsu and Renji and Ran and just about all of his other friends. Differently. More…

All he knew is he wanted to see her smile and hear her laugh. He wanted to see what she was like behind the sheltered shell. And, goddammit, the more time he spent with her the more he wanted. Wanted to know what she tasted like, wanted to see how she felt. If she was just as shy or if there was a wildness under there that needed a way out. He wanted to know how she’d feel moaning against his mouth and pressed into his hands, wanted to know what it took to get her mewling and pleading. Wanted to see if she’d flush when he’d whisper all the things he’s been wanting to do to her into her ear, see how long her reserve would last before she’d fall on him just as hungrily. He wanted to know how far her could push her, if her silent lips held secret talent and how the precision of her long, slender fingers would feel against hot, pulsing skin stretched too taunt and aching too hard and throbbing at the thought of her against him, around him, touching him, licking him, squeezing him so damned tight-

He bit another muffled groan into his pillow, spilling across a towel he’s been taken habit to keeping within reach of the bed as of late. He shudders, trying to fight the gray that edged his vision for a moment. The nights have been getting harder to sleep through and the days (spent with her) have been getting tougher to deal with.

Just once, he’d think as he’d wipe himself off with a small measure of annoyance, I’d like to take her. Just to put all these goddamned thoughts to rest.

But he knew that one night would never happen. Because, try as he might, he could no longer envision anyone else sharing his bed.