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One Long Night	By : JuxtaposedWars Category: +M to R > Munto Views: 1115 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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One Long Night
Louie x Ichiko oneshot
Disclaimer: I do not own Kyoto Animation's Munto or any of its characters and gain no profit from its use. This is strictly a fanfiction.

Damn her stupid dad and that stupid car he drives. How do you let the oil light stay red for four days and think nothing bad will happen?! Now here she was, Ono Ichiko, trudging along with oil and a paper funnel at four 'o clock on a Saturday morning so her stupid dad can get home from his stupid poker game. The nerve of that guy; she already had to put up with Yumemi's red-guy and his blue sidekick, Louie tried to put the moves on her during last night's party. Asking her for a dance?!
In the middle of her mental rant she felt a hand grab her mouth and something sharp at her throat. No…the tomboy kicked, flailed, and let out muffled screams and she was dragged into the alley she'd just passed. Just as Ichiko started trying to throw punches and elbows, the knife at her throat broke the skin and she realized this person wasn't worried about killing a seventeen-year-old girl; her heartbeat went crazy and the adrenaline pumped as she felt for anything on the ground she could use to get away. Not a damn thing. She felt drunken hands fumbling with her tucked in shirt; she bit a finger holding her mouth and called out as quickly as possible, soon finding his blood running passed her teeth when he covered her mouth again.
Ichiko could feel the rough stubble dig into her skin as the pervert laughed at her, "Keep ya' mouth shut, bitch. I'll be done with you in a—eh, who the hell are you?! Beat it, ya' quean!"
Ichiko's eyes barely caught the glimpse of blue before she felt the knife jerk away from her throat and a hand pulling her aside. A blinding light flashed and in an instant, the faceless man who threatened her life was nowhere to be found and a pale hand outstretched in the same direction. Her smoky quartz gaze followed the stern hand and the trail up its arm to see an elongated ear, a wisp of icy hair, and two pools of blue, smirking down at her.
"You!" she spat out in angst and surprise.
Louie snorted lightly, "That's a poor excuse for 'thank you.'" calmly, the General stood himself and the girl upright, "You shouldn't be walking alone at this hour, Ichiko-chan." Calmly, he wiped away the blood from her mouth and inspected the shallow cut on her neck; it was insignificant, but the blue-haired man seethed nonetheless.
Seeing red, Ichiko knocked his hand away firmly. "Stop calling me that! And me walk alone? How about you shouldn't be murdering people, Mr. Diplomat!"
Louie's blue eyes widened in surprise, "What in Heavens are you talking about?"
"You killed that guy! Vaporized him! I saw it!" she pointed accusingly.
"Ha! Please," he chuckled, "I only sent him to the country neighboring you. The scum isn't dead, unfortunately."
"Rrrr! There IS NO neighboring country, you idiot! Japan's an archipelago!" Ichiko stamped her foot in aggravation, fists clenching at her sides.
"Hm? Oh. Well, let's hope he can't swim. Now then—" He stated nonchalantly while brushing off the dirt from his sleeveless tunic and loose cape. "—shall we get you home?" Reaching out his hand.
"No thanks." Ichiko brushed herself off and picked up her items "Otousan probably ruined his motor, but I'm going to see if—"
"No need. It's been taken care of." Louie stated plainly.
Ichiko didn't move; her back turned to the celestial. "…What."
Louie caught on to her dangerously level voice and seemed genuinely surprised. "Didn't he tell you? He invited Munto-sama, me, and Kazuya to the game tonight; we left with him, and his automobile wouldn't start, Kazuya fixed it. I told your father I'd escort you home and he said he'd call you to let you know."
When no response was given except a throaty noise, the General paused to try and decipher the reaction.
He was barely given a second to think when the young woman growled loudly. "THIS IS SO SCREWED UP! Why the hell did the idiot call me in the first place? And why the hell did you decide I needed an escort?! I could've taken that guy out, no problem, and I don't need you showing up like some stalker coming to my rescue and SCREWING UP EVERYTHING! JUST GO AWAY!" She panted for air and refused to look at the man that she knew probably wore a broken gaze at her words.

"...Do you really despise me that much, Ichiko-chan?" the words came flatly.
The question took the teenager aback and she was suddenly more aware of the cool, humid, summer air. "I do not! What the hell is your problem?!" she bit the words, not listening to their oxymoronic tones.
"Don't play the fool, love. Your words hurt, but you can't shake me when you act the opposite."
"I don't get what you're playing at." Ichiko lied.
"You very well do." Seeing that Ichiko made no moves to face him, he ghosted behind her, listening to her breath hitch as the warmth of his chest radiated barely an inch from the teenager's back.

She didn't move, didn't speak. For once, Ichiko was speechless.
The words of the barely twenty-year-old officer breathed through her hair, "I catch you watching me walk away when I leave you be, Yumemi-hime says you blush when she says my name, and that night I had to hide you from the enemy, you spoke my name in your sleep. Yet every time I try to give you what I feel you asking for, you shun me. So what cruel game is this, Ichiko-chan?" His pale lips tickled against her earlobe, "Because I know you can't make up your mind…and I don't like being toyed with."
She spoke in barely a whisper, swallowing her pride, if only for a brief moment, "I know…and I'm…sorry. It's not going to happen though. It's not right." Dark chocolate locks wiped across Louie's face as the girl in front of him shook her head, as if to convince herself that what she just said was the truth.
Louie's eyes turned into narrow slits. He knew she wasn't going to move unless budged. Barely realizing he was on her, Ichiko felt her wrists being caught when she tried to move away from the lips that planted against her cheek.

"Don't run from me, Ichiko." Pale lips moved against her face as they ordered…no…pleaded with her. "I'm not like that piece of scum."
This time Ichiko did turn and as his hands didn't release her, they wrapped close together, entangled. What was his deal? Was he really worried she had him on the same level as that rapist?! A shiver of fault ran down her back as her brown eyes, riddled with shock, sank in the depths of his blue, topaz stare. She didn't think of him like that at all! He was just so damn different from…from everyone; she'd never encountered a guy like him, that's why she kept backing off.
She just couldn't put a finger on Louie and it pissed her off to no end; how the hell could she know if he was the real deal, or if he was just messing with her to get what he wanted and then leave? As she kept staring up at him, Ichiko's thoughts were derailed when she felt his lips touching her own. The general stared right back—gauging her—watching the young girl's eyes go wide, but not feeling her pull away. A barely-there whimper escaped her and blue eyes closed, pale lips soon locking more tightly against the fair, olive-skinned tomboy that his arms were entangled with.
She didn't kiss back and it frustrated Louie; why was she so reluctant? It was obvious that she wasn't put-off; he knew she wanted him, but she did nothing. She was fighting herself now, not him, but he'd be damned if she was going to act like a mindless doll whenever he touched her. Ichiko felt the young officer's chest rumble, a strong hand moving her own to tangle in his soft, icy hair, and a pair of muscled arms pulling her closer into him as he leaned forward. As her back arched, molding into his chest, the tomboy felt her feet lose their balance and she flinched; grasping the light blue locks in her hand roughly, biting the General's lip, and latching her once frozen hand across his broad shoulders.
A satisfied moan was the response given to her instinctual reactions, and Louie coaxed his lips against hers once more, hoping that this time Ichiko would reciprocate his affection. Cautiously, Louie felt the girl lifting her head; lightly pecking unsure lips against his mouth…the young man picked the girl back up to her feet and steadied her. Ichiko felt his lips press back a little harder, as if he was challenging her. Knowing how good it felt, the teenager sucked on Louie's bottom lip like she'd remembered from her first kiss. A smirk and audible moan caressed against the girl's attentions and the soldier receiving them lifted her legs around him, pinning her into a corner of the alley as he conquered her gasp of surprise with a hungry tongue.
He tasted the velvet of her mouth and was beyond pleased when she started battling him for dominance of their kiss. Her legs wrapped more tightly around him as Ichiko's athletic fingers perused Louie with an unknown urgency: the warm metal of his wrist gauntlets, the hard muscles twining up his bare arms, the low-cut chest of his tunic, and the feel of her core pressing against him. Louie bit back a sound as he felt Ichiko's lithe hips shift and his hand automatically latched onto her firm backside. He didn't know why she jumped or why she gave that freaked-out face, but suddenly, she was struggling against him.
An elbow knocked the General's chin harshly and Ichiko fell to the ground with a thud, "You bastard! Where do you get off touching me like that!" She scurried back to her feet, but was still cornered by the now disgruntled man.
"I get off in many ways, especially when you touch me like you just did. Where do you get off being such a prude?" Louie barely noticed the impact and shot a dagger-like stare at the dark haired girl.
Ichiko lurched back against the corner where she was pinned, despite having no room already. She didn't know how to answer that and did the next best thing—she made a break for it. With all her strength she knocked aside Louie's arm and ran out of the alley and down the sidewalk, only to be caught by the wrist and spun around, grappled into another kiss by this anti-hero that saved her skin less than an hour ago. It was rougher, much harsher than the last kiss. Louie summoned up the same light that he directed at that bastard who tried to take this young girl in his grasp.
Ichiko pushed him away, only to fall back against a bed. HER BED?! Frantically, she looked around, slightly blinded by the light change, taking in the dark surroundings of her small apartment, as if they were something foreign. The lines of the streetlight glaring through the blinds were the only things she could recognize as her dizzy head and vision tried to adjust from the sudden change. She felt as sturdy as a noodle.
Louie's hands went to steady her and he was answered with a right hook to his shoulder. It wasn't enough to make him stop though; he had no idea why she was doing this…why he bothered. She wanted him, he was no fool with women, after all, but she fought him off at any given moment, and even more confusing, she apologized for her actions whenever he called out her hypocrisy. The cycle was vicious, but he couldn't pull himself away—she was strong, a fighter, but also cowardly, wanting to be protected and hating it at the same time, an enigma—he was enamored with her.
All of this time Louie had spent trying to ease her concerns, make friends with her, trying to meet her impossible demands—he wasn't going to let her insecurities keep her from being with him finally. If her purpose was to drive him mad, then she was winning the gold medal right now, trying to lie to him and herself.

As Ichiko lashed her fist out to the arctic-eyed general, he caught it and easily caged it in his hand.
"Why do you lie to me…" Louie spoke in a low tone.
"SHUT UP!" Ichiko slapped him with her other hand.
"I will not. You want me then you fight me off! Why, Ichiko?!" Louie's typically calm voice began to raise in volume.
She cried this time more a question than an answer, "BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT, OR WHAT I SHOULD DO?!"
The only noises that broke the thick silence were Ichiko's heavy sobs and the pounding of a perturbed neighbor next door. Louie pulled the girl into his chest and held against her struggling.
"I want you, Ichiko-chan, and whatever you want to give me. Just…tell me the truth…do you want me too?" Louie whispered not surprised with her uncertainty; he held her tight.
Ichiko stood still and paused a long time in the Heavenly being's embrace, "I do…want you, Louie…you're not like the others…" she breathed deep, taking in his scent of something masculine along with the humid Summer air. She started to look Louie in his topaz eyes and felt like this couldn't be real, but soon swung back into reality when she felt the soldier's tongue invade her mouth again.
Just out of sheer stubbornness and not dislike, she struggled again, and her halfhearted attempt was only rewarded with being pushed further into the mattress—how they ended up there, she couldn't tell. Very unlike her confident reputation, Ichiko's hands roamed shyly as she melted under Louie's kiss. Skimming under his tunic and over his rippling abs, a throaty growl came from the general and his lips left hers to trail his hungry tongue along her neck and ear. The teen's body shivered as Louie suddenly pulled away from her to remove his loosely wrapped cape, tunic, and gauntlets.
He towered over her like many of the celestials did, but in his uniform, Louie didn't look like much. This new view of him though: the young man was chiseled, lean, and much more imposing than the King he served. Ichiko noticed him smirking at the way she stared at him and like the general was going in for the kill, Louie peeled Ichiko's shirt from her, eliciting a loud voice of surprise from the girl underneath him. Quickly, the tomboy went to cover the sport's bra garbing her chest, only to have her hands removed and pinned above her head. Without romance, Louie pulled the dark-eyed girl's constricting bra up her body until it reached her restrained and squirming hands.
Ichiko blushed madly in the dimly lit room and gasped when she realized the moisture escaping her core from Louie's roughness. Brushing his free fingers teasingly over Ichiko's exposed skin; Louie savored the shadowed silhouettes of her breasts, the twitching of her strong muscles under his touch. There was no way he was going to let her go now. His lips dipped down and devoured her slender neck while his wandering hand caressed and teased a pert nipple. The sounds of her gasps and moans were making Louie drunk with lust.
He sucked hard on the brunette's skin, wanting everyone to know that she was his. Ichiko's back arched up against his torso…and then a tug. Foggy thoughts became more clouded as the general's mouth latched onto her breast and flicking her nipple with his tongue. Ichiko didn't even notice that she'd been stripped of her shorts and panties until Louie let go of her wrists, and without a word, tasted her entrance.
The rough-and-tumble girl would've crawled out of her skin right there, had the feeling of Louie's tongue on that most sensitive area not sent her mind into a thoughtless swoon. With every swirl, every flick, the tiniest suction, the soldier with his icy hair tangled in her fingers was taking her over. It felt so good that she started pushing up towards his mouth, she was close to something—she could feel it. With an unsatisfied noise, smoky quartz eyes watched as the man stopped just before she broke, lifting himself up, unfastening his pants, and discarding them as him loomed over her once more. There seemed like there was no time to react when Ichiko felt Louie wrap his arms around her and the tip of his length begin to stretch her entrance.
"L-Louie it—"
"Shh…" He hushed her, "It won't hurt for long."
Soon Ichiko felt him move slowly, filling her up, her active life left her with no barrier there to stop him, but he could that this was her first time. Slowly he reaching the end of her and watched her gasp in her dull aching. Wanting to ease that, Louie's thumb nestled on her wet clit, kicking-in the unfulfilled orgasm from earlier. Ichiko bit her lip whimpering in many different ways as the painful waves running through her gave way to something mind-numbing. The general groaned loudly, holding himself steady as he felt his girl's tight sheath squeeze and quake around him. By this point, the tomboy was panting in high pitches and writhing under the young man that held her close.
A thumping from the neighbor next door came louder than before, but neither paid attention as Louie began to move in and out of the girl with rhythm. Not wanting to be outdone, Ichiko moved her slender hips to meet the soldier's pacing thrusts. Louie breathed her in, gripped her dark chocolate locks, and tasted every part of her moist skin that he could get his mouth on. Long, strong fingers flowed up his torso and back, feeling the rough terrain of his military form.
Roughly, Ichiko found herself being lifted and pushed up against the wall that the neighbor had been pounding on and Louie slipped the poisoned-honey of his mischief into her ears, "Let's give them a show, Ichiko-chan."
A shiver crawled up her spine and Louie pulled her rear up enough to dive into her wet sex from behind. As he worked into her, Ichiko felt her nipples get hard again as they brushed against the wall's cool surface. She wanted the grab onto something as her gasps came hot and heavy. Louie pounded into her with a steady beat and while his one hand pressed her abdomen against his piston-like movements inside her, the tomboy's mind burned uncontrollably and her desperately clinging hands found no purchase as her voice mewled against the wall. He thrust harder as he kissed and nipped at her neck from behind, breathing heavily against her ear.
The pounding fist next door boomed in the girl's mind and she startled at the vibration of warning. Louie would have none of it and let his free hand ravage his tomboy's little jewel, rubbing it and pinching it at a fast pace. Ichiko lost all of her control and began to scream out in pleasure, pounding the wall with her own fist, feeling the pressing of her sweet spot send her over the edge. With every thrust, Louie felt her quake uncontrollably and held her tight as he felt her knees buckle under the pleasure. He knew he didn't have long, at pulled out of his lover, sending them both tumbling back onto the bed.
Watching her quivering form climb over on top of him, Louie knew she couldn't realize how close he was when she mounted him and began to gyrate her hips with inexperience.

"Ichi—you hav—stop! I'm going to cum!" he clasped onto her hips warningly but she didn't seem to care.
Louie felt the girl pin his hands to his sides as she quickened her pace on top of him. His breathing hitched and the knot in his stomach burst as he spilled out into Ichiko's wet heat. He wrenched out of her restraints as she refused to stop after he came. He stiffened and nearly lost himself, breathing sharp and his mind disconnecting him as her hips sent his sensitive pleasures into overload. Finally he managed to bring himself out the abyss and flipped over, pulling himself out of the rebellious young woman and nearly collapsing on top of her slight figure.

~*~

Ichiko's eyes blurred open to see the red numbers of '2:30pm' on her clock. The smell was strange, but not displeasing, and neither was the sight of a very asleep, very naked Louie lying next to her. The reverie was short-lived as she noticed the substantial bruise she left of his chin, cheek, and shoulder…that, and she felt her stomach churning. There was a pill lying next to the clock with a note beside it; reading the paper groggily, she looked over to Louie, and processed the description of the pill and the choice he had left her with. Did she really do what she think she did last night? Hurriedly, she swallowed the pill dry, not wanting something so serious with the man just yet.
She nearly lost her balance when she tried to stand and hoped he didn't just see that. Looking behind her, he was fast asleep and she sighed in relief. Holding onto the wall, Ichiko wobbled her way into her tiny bathroom and grasped the rim of the sink looking in the mirror. Her brown locks were a mess and she put some antiseptic on the cut adorning her neck, until she spotted something purple just to the left of the knife mark. Frantically turning on the water, she tried to wash the offending mark off, but to no avail.
A sudden shriek and crash was heard from the bathroom and Louie jolted awake, running towards the sound. "Ichiko! What's wron—HEY!" The general dodged a toothpaste tube and saw an infuriated teenager heading his way.
"YOU ASSHOLE! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FACE ANYONE WITH THIS DAMN HICKEY?!!" Ichiko pointed to the sizably purple bruise on her slender neck, as if the cut wasn't noticeable enough on its own.
Louie chuckled with a smirk, but was soon yanked by his ear and shoved out the door of the young brunette's apartment and into the breezeway…facing a sleep-deprived tenant…and Louie was stark-naked.
"You!" The elderly woman pointed accusingly at the nude general and the realization hit him—the neighbor next door!
"Oh…" The blue-eyed celestial gulped heavily.
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