This was written for the IchiRuki FC 2nd anniversary over at Bleach Asylum. The setting, for those who are familiar with it, is the World of Darkness – the old edition, because I’m not familiar with the latest at all. Some ideas that you’ll find here are definitely coming from my last gamemaster ideas about the world. As I already told Annie, this piece is a little different from my usual work.

Theme: the bikini spread (AU)

She didn’t like the lights from the flash lamps, but she bear with it.

“Rukia, please, I want a sexy look from you, not a half-absent one!” scolded her Kisuke in a rather cheerful manner.

She rolled up her eyes, annoyed for a second – it was so hot under the flash lamps! – and looked around to spot her favourite prey. He was looking at her, as always, clad in jeans and a tight shirt. Immediately, the urge to tease him surged, and she glanced at him, half hidden by Rangiku, in a way that was as commanding to him than a simple what a simple word could be.

She heard the sound of the camera, and Kisuke shouting a “Perfect!” – but all that interested her was Ichigo’s face. Oh, it was delicious how his eyes didn’t leave her, stripping her right here and there, but she feigned indifference. She knew it drove him crazy – and somehow, she liked to dance on the edge. She could almost see the command word on his lips, and she smirked. It was way too funny, she decided as the photo shoot continued.

She faced Kisuke, making her coat slid even lower, showing outrageously off her golden bikini, in a showy pose. A few shots were taken, and it was already finished.

As soon as she stepped out of the scene, she felt a strong grip on her wrist. “Not now,” she said. He looked at her, fighting her will – and it already took all of it to refuse him. It was pure torture to wait, but she wouldn’t let him do that here, with everyone around. No way in hell. “I said, later,” she repeated, putting a little bit more intent on her word. He was both mortified and fired up, she could see it, but he’d get over it she thought.

“Keep your bikini,” he murmured in her ear.

She frowned, slightly annoyed. He always forgets, she thought, rolling up her eyes. Afar, she could see Rangiku and Kisuke definitely smirking.

Ichigo, she decided as she put on a light dress, was really too young; he’d always forget important things, such as who they were and how they should act and think whilst with others from their kind. She’d always remember when she found him, ten years ago... he was a young man – and they fought for domination immediately. They were alike, she had realized, and although she wasn’t fond of it, they had sex on the very same night.

His blood had been strong, just like him, almost addicting. Of course, he had understood immediately what she was, but it didn’t seem to bother him that much. And regularly, during a year, he’d take her physically in exchange of which she’d feed off him. She didn’t really get why he liked doing this with her – seeing that, after all, her body was all but alive and she had to feed off random people to at least not be awfully cold before doing it – but the humans had only that way to make their claims over other people, she guessed.

She didn’t understand why suddenly it wasn’t good enough, but he asked her out of the blue to turn him into a vampire. She hadn’t want to at first, but he was resilient, to say the least, and one night, he finally won over her. That night, she went to see the Prince – who, of course, immediately agreed – so she finally turned him into one of her kind.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he growled behind her.

She raised an eyebrow – she had been lost in her thoughts, alright, but she wasn’t about to admit that. “Thinking a bit,” she replied. “Let’s go. You drive.”

She didn’t like driving – although, after much pondering, she finally learned somehow how to – so it was always Ichigo who drove. Unlike many vampires, they had a car – his own, when he was still a human – but they always left it afar from their apartments, always in random places. Kindred weren’t so kind.

“Say, Ichigo, why did you suddenly want to become... one of us?” she suddenly asked, somehow bugged by this question.

“The night before, I saw your mentor,” he groaned. “He told me I should stop this already, because our relationship was based off nothing. When I asked him what he meant, he said that your kind didn’t like to meddle with humans, that they couldn’t understand them. Especially for older ones like you, who have already forgotten what it was to be human.”

“Amongst us, I’m still very young!” she protested.

“Do you remember how it was when you were still human?”

She blinked. It was true, she quite didn’t remember it – she remembered the events, but sometimes she couldn’t understand her choices back then. She had been very poor, trying to survive by stealing food... so when Byakuya proposed this life to her, she accepted – because it was her only answer to an enjoyable life. “It’s far away,” she admitted.

“Hey tell me. Did you do what you did with me with your mentor?”

She opened up her eyes in surprise. “What? No!” she exclaimed. “Of course not!”

“I was jealous. And I wanted to enter your world, to be fully part of it. To see you once in a while wasn’t enough for me. That’s why I asked you.”

“You gave up your life for this,” she said, feeling unsettled.

“And I’m glad I did.”

Without a word, they left the car and walked around, verifying that no one was following them. It was a peaceful night and no one was in sight. The apartment was calm and dark. It was one of their smallest caches, where they didn’t need anything else than themselves – a bedroom and a bathroom was all that was needed. She lit up the only lamp in the bedroom – a tiny one that gave a very diffuse light. Ichigo’s hands, however, were already taking off her dress that soon met with the floor, letting out an approving growl as his cold hands ran over her skin, outlining the bikini with his fingers, running them under the thin fabric.

If vampires didn’t like sex that much, the foreplay though was still one of the best; after all, all their senses were far more acute than what they used to be when they were human, and when Ichigo touched her like this, her body intuitively knew what was coming.

“I wonder,” he whispered in her ear, “where should I drink this time? Here?” he asked, cupping her tiny breasts, “or here?” he continued, caressing her inner thigh.

It was definitely one of the most dangerous games that the vampires had – and they already both lost to each other. She remembered clearly, the first time he wanted to have sex with her once turned in a vampire. He was definitely surprised – and didn’t think that it could be not so good since they were both, uh, dead. So instead, she made him drink her blood, telling him however the basics – to only drink once, and let it fade, twice at most, but always wait before the third time because the third time was an eternal bind...

But of course, Ichigo had retorted that it was perfect, because it was already how it was; and really, she couldn’t help but think his views were odds but true. While he was still human, their bond had deepened and she had to admit that she had developed an attachment way stronger than what it should have been for him... It took them three days to bond that way – but she already knew from the first time that Ichigo had been addicted to the pleasure, far greater than mere sex for vampires.

She had been addicted too, she thought. Still was – when did her bikini fall off? She turned on her heels, to find his lustful gaze on her. “Don’t you want to strip off too?” she asked teasingly.

“Don’t you want to strip me off?” he retorted.

She grinned. “I wonder,” she asked, tracing his muscles under his shirt. “Who would first admit defeat? Feeling each other’s body, with nothing on... or maybe, you think your hands are enough? If it’s to drink,” she added, taking his wrist and putting it at her lips, licking the vein sensually, “then do I really need something else?”

“You...” he groaned, pulling out his wrist. She smirked as he took off his shirt, but the next instant, her back was falling hard on the mattress, a very naked Ichigo towering her with a smirk on his face. She blinked and he was covering her with fierce kisses – from her neck to her toe, no part of her body was forgotten.

“Ichigo,” she groaned, feeling her blood run faster in her veins, already aching to bite him.

“Not yet,” he replied, although she could sense the same thirst in his eyes. He was licking her body, as if already tasting her and she found it unfair. “Rukia,” he said, “I want you.”

She stared at him. “Again?!!” she exclaimed. “You’re a freaking vampire, what kind of pleasure do you have by doing that? That’s the way the humans do it! Aren’t you tired of it?”

He looked at her sternly as he sat up, taking her on his lap. “I don’t do it for pleasure, nor for claiming as you seem to think,” he said, his gaze locked on hers.

“Then, what for?” she asked, surprised.

“Can I?” he replied.

She sighed and nodded. It was curious to her, when Ichigo was obviously already addicted to the vampires’ games, that he’d ask her regularly to take her that way. Even though, she realized, he doesn’t really move... Puzzled, she tilted her head on the side and prepared herself as he entered her. It wasn’t a bad sensation, but the fact that she’d have to use some blood to make it work – just like him, now – didn’t make it the best.

“Do you know why I’ll never drop that habit of mine Rukia?” he wondered as he moved slowly, not even going out of her. She shook her head, still missing the clue. “It’s not only making love, claiming and pleasure. It’s also being one with the other. And I want that to its fullest when I drink your blood,” he added, taking her wrist to delicately cut her skin with his fangs, licking the precious blood.

She groaned as he took her closer, and licked his chest before mimicking him... at least, she thought, feeling his strong blood rushing in her mouth. She heard that all bloods tasted differently – maybe, she had no clue, the only vampire she drank blood before was Byakuya’s, the night when he turned her into one of them, and the feeling of hunger had been so strong that it easily erased any memory of the taste it had.

That was the last coherent thought that went through her head as the pleasure made her mind go blank, her muscling tensing up and down on a prolonged orgasm. She vaguely heard Ichigo moaning as she drank some more, unable to say anything, feeling him not moving inside of her anymore – probably as unable to speak or move as her. I wonder if one day, one of us will forget to stop, she wondered. She wouldn’t mind dying like that – not if it was Ichigo.

He fell on his back, hugging her against him, still very hard in her. Outside, behind the walls without any window, the night was ending and she felt numb. “You’re an idiot,” she said softly, not wanting to move for the first time.

He covered their body with one arm. “Why, yes of course,” he replied, grinning lazily.

The scents of their bloods were mixing, making one enticing, powerful smell. That was one of the best things when he took her that way, or so she used to think. Now, she found another reason to let him have his ways with her. “Sleep well,” she murmured to her already asleep lover.

A/N: if you feel like asking questions about this, feel free to leave a comment. I’ll try to reply. I hope you enjoyed this.