Fanfic: Complicated as Love
Music inspired: Everytime we touch, slow version (Cascada), Jet Airliner (Modern Talking), Thunder (East 17)
Pairing: Ichigo x Keigo
Rating: NC-17/M because of later chapters
Warning: Graphic citrus (lemon and lime) in later chapters.
Summary: Puberty is hard, isn’t it? More then when you’re a substitute shinigami trying to save the world and an unsure boy who thinks his beloved doesn’t care. Find out how Ichigo and Keigo cope with the complicated thing called Love.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. If I would own Bleach, we would see Yumichika and Ikkaku fucking eachother senseless, Ukitake and Shunsui would marry, Gin would be killed by Kira and Yamamoto by Aizen. And some shounen-ai pairs would out themselves. Seeing that none of this happens, I assume I really don't own Bleach. Maybe in my imagination, but that doesn't count, does it?
Chapter 8 "Hard without you"
Music: Everytime we touch
Warning: mild violence
Summary: Did he just really think that? He was becoming a softie! Damn Keigo. All his fault! Fuck him! God yes...
Chapter 8 "Hard without you"
Ichigo sat in class looking out of the window, his thoughts far far away by a certain brunette and what they did together just yesterday. Fuck, that was so hot... Ichigos face flushed as he thought about it. Keigos voice was so utterly erotic through the phone... Yes, indeed, they’ll be doing this more often... Maybe Keigo will sulk less when he can’t come over. He grinned at the thought. Keigo was becoming more and more unsatiable. And he was getting more and more addicted to the brunette with the jade eyes. Addicted to love.
... Did he just really think that? He was becoming a softie! Damn Keigo. All his fault! Fuck him! God yes...
Letting his thoughts trail off into naughty territories, he didn’t even notice that the teacher came in and that class began. If it was’t for Tatsuki, he wouldn’t have noticed at all. But that was now the last of his worries. Keigo didn’t appear. That was certainly not typical for his boyfriend. He was almost always the one of the first to arrive in school. Though he didn’t quite understand why. But to understand an Asano Keigo was a challenge. A challenge Ichigo particulary liked. But back to the problem – Keigos absence. Ichigo barely paid attention to the teacher. What if something happened to him? Chanted the voice of the worried boyfriend in his head. Don’t be ridiculous, countered the voice of the reason. That lazy bum probably overslept. Wouldn’t be a surprise since he overslept as you had sex for the forst time. He is just fine. He can take care of himself. But this was where the voice of the reason stoped, because Ichigo knew, that Keigo wasn’t really capable of taking care of himself. He varely waited for the class to end, so he can phone the guy and talk some fucking sense into him, for scaring him like that. Without admitting tha last, of course. Luck was on his side this time as the teacher didn’t notice his absentmindness and as soon as class ended he took out his cellphone and dialed the number of hi s boyfriend. Every second felt like an eternity. What if really happened something? What if...?
„Hello?“ asked a sleepy voice and Ichigo felt a heavy weight being lifted from his heart. Holding back a sigh of relief he called out: „Where the FUCK ARE YOU?!“
„No, Santa Claus, you dumbhead! Do you realize how late it is?!“
„Well look at the clock, idiot.“
... „BLOODY HELL!“
„Well, duh. Get your ass“ (Ichigo could barely hold the ‚sexy‘ back) „here, right now! Or else you won’t be getting any for a month!“
„Anything but that!“ Keigos voice sounded scared. Well, promiscuity can be used cruely against one.
„Then get here in this instant.“ With that Ichigo hung up. „Baka...“ he muttered. There was nothing but worry with that dumbfounded bastard. He sighed heavily. The worst was, it was one of the things which he loved on his boyfriend. He looked at the clock. Keigo wouldn’t be able to make it to the second period. Serves him right! Making the orangehead worry like that... Not that aforementioned orangehead would ever admit that. Che. As if. With that and a scowl plastered on his face he prepared for next class.
The first half of the second period was as uneventfull as the first period. It wasn’t untill he heard his badge ring. A hollow appeared not far away. Casting aglance at his teacher, he took out Kon, pulled himself out of his body and and with the usual ordeal he inserted the mod soul into his body and jumped out of the window to follow his duties. Little did he know, that this time it wasn’t only Karakura he had to protect...
At the exact same time a brownhaired boy ran like he wanted to win a marathon, cursing loudly.
„This sucks! Stupid alarmclock!“ he cried. „Mou...and just yesterday was so good...“
Heat exploded in him as he thought about that. Hearing Ichigo moan his name, but not seeing the face was something extremly turning on. Imagined sex was generally an extreme turn on. He sighed, while still running as if for his dear life.
„Things like that happen only to me...“
And in that exact same moment something exploded behind him and blew him several meters away.
He shook his head to clear his mind temporaly blacked-out. As he turned around to look at the cause of his unpleasent flight, his heart stoped beating for a moment. There behind him was a monster. Not some giant ugly man, but a monster. A real monster. Just in the middle of wondering whether he was halucinating, or not, the monster roared and Keigo decided, that he could ponder about it later. For now it would be probably better to prefer running. So he did as his instincts screamed at him and ran, this time really for his dear life. He felt how his lungs begun to ache, but he didn’t slow down. He heard the monster, felt it right behind him. If he slowed down...better not think about it. But as he saw how a shadow fell over him fear engulfed him. And as he looked up, the last thing he saw was a mask of bone and the last thing he felt before darkness overtook him was pain.
Ichigo thought he’d die on that very place at that very moment as he saw the giant hollow howering above his lover, opening his giant mouth to swallow him.
Ah, there. The hollow noticed his presence. Was that good or bad? Ichigo didn’t really care as he ran towards the hollow, a warriors scream escaping his mouth as he tore the lost soul apart. Right after it dissappered, Ichigo ran toward the brunette, gently taking him into his arms.
„Keigo...?“ he whispered unsure. „Keigo?“ this time it was a bit louder, but still leaking with unsureness and worry. „Keigo!“ now he was frantic. What the hell should he do?! Ichigo never felt so utterly lost in his whole life, and yes, he did count the loss of his mother. But if he...if he lost Keigo, he didn’t think he could ever go on. He had to do something! Then it hit him. Urahara! The sandal-hat helped Keigo once, he could do it again! Not giving it a second thought, Ichigo shunpoed to the ‚candy‘-store. It didn’t really surprise him as he saw Urahara already standing there.
„My, my, what do we have here? Come in, come in. Put him there.“ He said as he stepped to the side and gestured to a futon already prepared there. Ichigo did as he was told and then he was promptly kicked out not to ‚disturb the genius from doing something for the world‘. He voiced his protests with a „Hey!“ but it didn’t do a thing. The door was firmly shut and behind it, Urahara was already working on making Keigo feel better. Ichigo knew that the old man could do it. He has helped them already enough for Ichigo to know that.
Then what was this unsettling feeling in his gut, that tore his insides apart? Worry? No. Ichigo had a bad feeling and it wasn’t only worry for his lover. Something wasn’t right. Something was about to happen. Something bad. And as the door suddenly opened and revealed a distressed Urahara Kisuke (yes, a distressed Urahara Kisuke, you read right) he knew it was bad.
„I can’t help him.“
Ichigos world crashed. God no...plese no...
„The 4th squad could.“
So Keigo wasn’t lost? It was as if a stone was lifted from his chest.
„We only need to get him into soul society.“
Uh, oh. Yama-jii won’t like that one...Oh well, it wasn’t like he cared what that old man liked. The only thing he cared about right now was, that Keigo lived.
„Then do it.“
And Urahara smiled again. „My, my, aren’t we hasty today? Really, the young ones these days...“ Ichigo felt like strangling the older man. Damn him and his nonchalancy! It really was a pitty that he needed him.
Lifting the brunette into his arms he followed Urahara to the infamous storage room and not 15 minutes later he found himself in front of the gates to Gotei 13.
I know it’s been a while...Sorry about that...I had many things to do and I still have, but I found some spare minutes to do this at least.