It's still yaoilicious
Title: Yaoilicious Part 2
Author: K8
Paring/Characters: Renji/Ichigo
Rating: Hmmm I think the title is a bit of a give away so....
Warning: Guess what kids!? There is Adult content from here on in, that means naughty words, mansex and *gasp* Mild Peril.
Spoliers: Erm yes, maybe I don't know
Disclaimer: Own Bleach? I wish.....
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Renji woke early, weak sunlight starting to creep into the room. He carefully eased his arm out from under the still sleeping Ichigo’s head, and slowly edged his weight off the bed so not to wake the softly breathing boy.
He found his clothes scattered about the room and dressed as quietly as he could.
Pulling his scarlet hair back into its usual high tail, he stood watching the orange haired boy shift lower into the bed as he slept. This was an intensely weird feeling; he must have woken the boy hundreds of times before, but now studying his face softened by sleep, without its usual scowl had a totally new meaning. It all seemed a bit too much to take in.
Renji shook his head, in an effort to clear it he bent down and gently nudged Ichigo awake.
“hmmmm?” Ichigo said groggily.
“I gotta go. I’m on duty in a few hours; I’m supposed to be training the new recruits for the next few days.”
“Oh ok.” Ichigo felt a little tightness in his chest as he watched Renji leave. He wanted to say something, only he didn’t know what. He sighed, whatever it was would just have to wait.
//4 days later//
Ichigo was struggling to concentrate through his afternoon lectures. Every few minutes he found himself drifting off, eyes glazing over, flashes of red hair and dark lines replaying in his mind. His breath caught every time he though back to that night, causing a tightening in his groin. He coughed and blushed, sitting up right, wary that someone might have been able to read his thoughts.
An ear-splitting scream tore threw the auditorium, causing Ichigo to flinch. He started throwing his notes into his bag.
“Going somewhere Mr Kurosaki?” the professor asked.
“Errr yeah… I just remembered ….I have to …go.” Ichigo stammered as he stumbled out of the room, running down the corridor.
He skidded to stop in front of the hollow, pulling Zengetsu over his shoulder. It rounded on him and screamed, spikes protruding from every direction, sharp and bristling. Ichigo yelled as he started hacking at the spikes, unable to get within striking distance without getting skewered. Sending the spikes flying he lifted his zanpatou high above his head, ready for the killing blow, when the severed spike shot out, piercing him in the side and shoulder. Ichigo screamed in pain, reeling back from the hollow, his head swimming.
He dropped his sword, it clanging to the floor, unable to summon the strength to hold it anymore. He was vaguely aware in the back of his mind that something was very wrong, he wounds were not that serious, but he could barely keep his eyes open. A cold feeling gripped him as he realized that the hollow must be taking his riatsu. He desperately tried to push himself away from the hollow, trying to pull himself off its life-sucking spikes.
A flash of metal passed close to his face, a rush of air against his skin, slashing through the spikes. Ichigo felt himself being caught in a rough embrace, caught a flash of red and everything around him blurred, he staggered backwards, suddenly able to move, his senses coming back to him in a rush. He looked upwards taking in his new surroundings and the scowling Shinigami before him.
“Renji” he gaped.
Ichigo felt a brief surge in his chest, his stomach fluttering at being close enough to feel the warmth of the fukutaichou’s body, but as he opened his mouth to speak, Renji turned on his heel and strode back toward the hollow.
“Wha…..?” Ichigo managed, before he noticed Rukia land gracefully beside the tall redhead.
“Blue fire crash down” she shouted holding her hand up in front of her, as the blast hit the hollow screamed, and exploded.
“Ichigo!” she yelled as she ran back to where Ichigo stood, dumbfounded.
She pulled the severed spikes from his shoulders, pressing down on the blood oozing hotly from the wounds.
“Idiot boy! What were you thinking?! Getting so close to it! Everyone knows that you can only kill a hollow like that with Kido!” She screamed at him.
“You could have been killed, if we had arrived a moment later and you would have been!”
“Rukia, hush” Renji said, placing a hand on her shoulder.
The diminutive Shinigami scowled, but said nothing more.
“He’ll be fine. Che, you really are hopeless sometimes y’no” Renji said shaking his head.
Ichigo looked up at the taller man searching his face, unsure what to say or do. He felt strangely awkward, uncomfortable that he had needing saving, and not even really understanding why.
Renji pulled out his ringing spirit communicator and scowled at it.
“Shit! He’s noticed I’m not there. I have to get back, I really don’t want to be shredded again….” He sighed.
“I’ll come too, I’m not overly fond of the thought feeling senbonzakura either. Ichigo, are you ok? Can you find Orhime? These are shallow cuts but I think you should get her to look at them.” She said as Renji opened the gate back to soul society.
And then they were gone.
Ichigo stood there for a moment still slightly reeling before he headed back the university buildings, in search of his body.
He replayed the whole thing in his head, trying to work out what had happened; firstly he was troubled by how easily he had been overcome by a hollow, so easily destroyed by a single blast from Rukia. It reminded him how much of his training had come piece meal and made him feel somewhat inadequate. It wasn’t as if he had ever been to the academy like the other Shinigami.
But what really troubled him was how stiff Renji had seemed around him, practically cold, he hardly spoke a word to him. Once again images were replaying in his head, but this time he couldn’t help but start to analyse every single movement, word or reaction.
That morning, they hadn’t really spoken, and Ichigo just assumed it was because Renji was in hurry, as he had been just a few moments before. But what if that wasn’t it? What if under the cold light of day Renji thought it was all a huge mistake? Ichigo’s blood ran cold. He felt a little panicked, what if everything was ruined? This is exactly why he had kept his feeling locked down where they should have stayed.
Ichigo slumped into his bed, sure that he would be unable to sleep, his brain was whirring, thoughts churning over and over. He rolled over and noticed a single strand of red hair resting on the pillow beside him. He carefully picked it up and held it in the light filtering through the window. It seemed to glow, like a frozen shard of fire. He sighed, remembering the feeling of Renji’s hair against his face when they had kissed. He blocked the thought out and dropped the strand on to the floor. That was all over now, and probably their friendship too.
Renji landed lightly on Ichigo’s window sill, tapping on the glass. After a few seconds the orange haired boy opened the window, looking shocked.
“Renji” Ichigo gaped.
“Hey…. You gonna let me in” he asked motioning to the room behind with a nod.
“er.. yeah” Ichigo said shuffling off the bed, allowing Renji to enter.
“You OK? You look kinda spaced?” Renji asked, eyebrows rising under the white bandana, looking uncharacteristically serious.
“I didn’t expect to see you, that’s all, after what …..what happened today.” Ichigo mumbled as he looked at the floor.
“Yeah, that’s why I came, I wanted to talk to you about that” Renji said, pushing his thumbs into the sash of his shihakusho.
Ichigo nodded. He gulped, a terrible feeling tightening in his throat. This had to be it; Renji was here to tell him he never wanted to see him again.
“See, I have a lot of responsibility at the moment, what with the training and everything, which I take very seriously. Y’no when I’m in this uniform, I have a duty to perform and an obligation to do it in a certain way.”
Ichigo felt himself go numb, he felt the room closing in on him, he wanted to run, but he couldn’t move. It was as if the hollows spikes had been plunged into him again. He slowly raised his head to look at the Shinigami.
“Which is why you had better get me out of it right now” Renji grinned.
They paused for a second, gazes locked, before crashing together, teeth clashing and hands grabbing frantically, their tongues probing almost aggressively as they fought for control of the kiss. Ichigo’s hands fisting in Renji’s clothes as the redhead grabbed his chin with two hands and tilted his head back deepening the kiss. The smaller man's hand trembled as he fumbled with the uniform’s sash, he tugged hard and Zabimaru landed on the floor with a thud, as it finally came free. Ichigo pushed the black fabric from Renji’s shoulders, letting out a soft moan as his hands slid across the tightly muscled skin underneath, to start unlacing the hakama.
“There… much better” Ichigo breathed, gently pushing the taller man back towards the bed. Renji resisted, pushing his hands away and starting to lift Ichigo’s T shirt off. The orange haired boy impatiently snatched it over his head and pushed of his shorts, kicking them across the room before roughly shoving the smirking man backward on to the bed, and straddling him.
“Fucking hell Ichigo, what’s got into you?” Renji exclaimed and Ichigo planted a hand both side of his head and fixed him with a serious stare.
“Nothing …yet” Ichigo said and he tugged Renji’s ever present white bandana over his eyes.
“Hey!” Renji shouted and he lifted his hands up to remove the blindfold.
“Don’t you dare!” Ichigo growled as he slapped the hands away.
Renji held his hands up in surrender.
“ok, ok …” Renji sounded strangely intimidated.
The smaller man leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips
“Don’t worry, I won’t break ya” he purred in his ear.
Renji scowled, dark inked eyebrows knitting together.
“hmmmm ….nngggah!” an unconvinced grunt turning into a moan of pleasure as Ichigo bit down on his neck.
Ichigo slithered slowly backwards, breath whispering over warm skin and his fingers lightly tracing along taught muscle, causing Renji to twitch and shudder under him. The younger man smirked as he softly raked blunt nails down the Shinigami’s chest, leaving pink ribbon scars to join the black lines already there, drawing a loud hiss as Renji gripped the sheets. Ichigo ground his hips, pushing himself against the redhead’s hardened length, watching him arch off the bed, slowly stroking his own length, intensely aroused by the scene he had created.
Renji’s breath was coming in short gasps, his skin felt electrified, tingling as he nervously awaited Ichigo’s next onslaught. The unexpected kisses, bites and licks sent tiny shocks through him, a heady cocktail of tender caresses that made him moan and rough, desire tinged, pain that made him gasp. Sometimes a tell-tail breath, or shifted weight would give some warning of where, but never what, was next; he was blind and totally helpless - it was the most glorious torture.
The orange haired boy leaned over and sucked softly on a nipple, trailing his hot tongue wetly down the now over sensitive skin, until he reached a hip. Ichigo lifted his head sharply, lifting his weight off the larger man, grinning at the quiet whimper this caused, moving over the fuktaichou, Ichigo studied the flushed, blindfolded face beneath him, still somewhat in awe at knowing it was him that was responsible for it, and took a long drink of the glass of water on the bedside table next to him.
Renji couldn’t tell where Ichigo was, he couldn’t feel his weight beside him, or the warmth of his body close to his; he didn’t think he’d ever felt so vulnerable before, so desperate for another's touch. He reached out, blindly hoping to find the younger man.
“Ichigo…?”
Renji cried out loudly, white flooding behind his bound eyes, as his cock slid quickly between Ichigo’s pursed lips, into cold wetness. Ichigo swept his tongue around the redhead’s arousal, lapping, as he slowly raised then lowered his water-filled mouth. Renji’s hips bucked as he let out a low, throaty, groan, his hands buried in orange hair.
“That feels fucking awesome” Renji gasped.
Ichigo swallowed the water, his groin tightening in desire as yet another loud moan came from the now heaving, trembling redhead. Renji saw stars in his blindness again, as the intense feeling of being drawn out of himself, as if he’d been hurtled toward of his release only to be stopped at the edge.
Positioning himself over the fukutaichou, Ichigo hissed softly as he slowly impaled himself on Renji's slippery length.
"Ahhh... Ichi ...wait ....can't .." Renji moaned, as he tightly grasped smaller mans hips, firmly holding him still, and breathing heavily.
Ichigo smiled at his lover's incoherence as he fought to keep his own breath even, bracing himself upright against the inked chest, gradually acustomised himself to the pain-spiked pleasure.
Renji relaxed his vice like grip, as slid his hands over his thighs, taking up Ichigo's own erection with long, loose wristed strokes. Ichigo closed his eyes and let his head fall back, a quiet moan escaping as he gently rolled his hips, taking Renji further inside him. Moving slowly at first, but with gathering urgency Ichigo started pushing himself over the blindfolded man, letting out soft noises as sparks of ecstasy shot through him as Renji's hardness brushed against a deliciously sensitive spot deep inside him.
They moved together, their thrusts becoming faster with building desire, gaining momentum like a wave threatening to crash over and consume them. Unable to withstand the overwhelming sensation any longer, Renji growled as threw his head back, arching hips driving up deep into the hot tightness as he shuddered through his intense release.
Ichigo's nails bit into taught flesh of Renji's hips as he rode the almost violent bucking under him, crying out as his own orgasm hit when the pulsing length inside him drove into that spot, flooding his senses and leaving him as blind as the heaving redhead.
Ichigo let himself fall onto the bed next to the bone-less looking Shinigami and reached for his t-shirt. He smiling to himself, amused by the striking contrast, as he wiped his white cum off the dark lines of Renji's stomach causing the redhead to twitch in surprise.
"Here" Ichigo laughed as he pushed the bandana back into it more usual position.
"You fucking liar..... you broke me - I don't think I could move if I tried." Renji whined.
"Why? You got somewhere better to be?" Ichigo retorted.
"Shuddup" Renji sighed, pulling the orange haired man down into a kiss.
Ichigo settled himself against Renji's shoulder, wrapping his arms around the gently rising chest, and let himself join him in a contented sleep.
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