Fanfic: Not Too Close? 1/25 Rated PG RenxIchi
Thought I'd give Renji Ichigo a try for once. This idea came to me when watching episode 76 (i think)
In the Bount Arc Renji gets too close for comfort, and Ichigo calls him on it. Hilarity ensues, and so do other things!
Beta'd by cmc42 whom I thank so much for this!
Too Close?
Beta’d by CMC42
Sitting next to Ichigo Renji realized, that looking over his shoulder to see a textbook in the living world, was a bad idea.' All Renji wanted to do was to get closer. Try to be the less boorish party. However, Ichigo just HAD to be a jerk and push him away. What was it about people getting close to him that Ichigo hated? Or was he just inexperienced? Did Renji see him blush as they sat with their faces almost touching? When Ichigo started to wrestle with him, Renji felt thrilled with the contact of the boy’s hand on his body. Had it really been so long?
He laughed when they were both banished to the hall. Man did he feel tickled with how easily he pissed Ichigo off. A fun game to tease the younger man, yet Renji saw a glint of something else there compelled him to push Ichigo further. Why did he feel the need to be nice? Moreover, why was Ichigo still yelling at him?
“Take it off, Renji,” he ordered.
“Huh?” Renji had answered. Flustered, Renji blinked wide-eyed at Ichigo. Had he heard the kid correctly?
“You heard, me, take it off!”
Ichigo pounced on Renji, knocking him flat. Feeling the youth pressed up against him, weighing him down felt... pleasant. Renji's eyes widened with shock. Ichigo squirming on top of him was actually turning him on. On the other hand, was it the tight jeans? Either way, having students spilling out to stare at them both was humiliating. Any other time he would love to play, but this was ridiculous!
‘Damn kid,’ Renji thought to himself when they finally untangled from one another. Blushing furiously.
In the schoolyard, Renji told himself that the jeans had to be too tight, whilst Ichigo babbled about the real reason for tackling him. Nobody looked convinced, and Renji had to hide a smirk at how cute the flustered Ichigo looked.
**
When they once more dispersed to return to classes and find the imposter, Renji grabbed Ichigo's arm. "Oi..."
"Let go of me, idiot," Ichigo snarled. "Haven't you been a big enough pain in the ass?"
"Never had anyone that close to ya before?" Renji teased him, shoving his face into Ichigo's again.
"Stop breathing on me damn it!" Ichigo snapped, shoving Renji back with a flattened palm.
"You don't like it when someone gets close, do ya dumbass? Admit it? I make ya nervous. You not man enough to handle it?"
"Shut up!" Ichigo barked back, as Renji snickered.
Renji grabbed both of Ichigo's wrists, and then pulled the boy towards him so their chests collided, causing Ichigo to hiss in shock. Ichigo licked his lips, trying to stop the blush spreading from his face and descending to his chest and collarbone. Renji's nostrils flared as he pressed his bandanna-clad brow to Ichigo's, inhaling the scent.
"Whacha gonna do about it now?" Renji whispered into his ear.
"You're fucking CRAZY!" Ichigo yelled in his ear.
Suddenly he drew back, and then bashed his forehead into Renji's, twisting his wrists out of the other man's grasp. Growling he then kicked hard towards Renji's gut. At the last moment, Renji twisted and pushed forwards, so Ichigo toppled under him this time.
"How's it feel? You wanted me to take it off?" Renji teased, legs splayed and pinning Ichigo's thighs between them.
"I said I wanted you to take the damn GIGAI off, not your fucking clothes! Your head is as hard as a rock, shit!" Ichigo glared up at him, shoving Renji's face off his with a hand. They flipped over so Ichigo was on top again, glaring angrily down at his assailant.
"Ya like being on top then?" Renji leered and Ichigo saw red; not just the red t of Renji's hair but his entire vision flaring out.
His heart pounding, Ichigo just wanted to smash the other's face in. Renji grabbed him by the front of the throat and Ichigo's breath fanned his face. He was lying when he said Renji's breath disgusted him. In fact, he had never smelled anything more intriguing.
Ichigo hated this loud-mouthed redheaded pain in the ass teasing him mercilessly. Not to mention he hated people ridiculing his lack of experience. Why couldn't some people understand he hated them touching him without his permission, because they violated him? To get Renji to let him go he would play along and repulse him just enough by attacking him another way.
Renji twisted his head to the side, while Ichigo did the same. Grabbing Renji's face, he twisted his fingers into the red hair, and then sealed his mouth off. With his own. When their mouths collided, Ichigo was aware of a few things:-
1. Renji wasn't pulling away.
2. Kissing a man was not disgusting, in fact, it felt... pleasant.
3. He did not want to stop.
4. Renji's hair was remarkably soft.
Ichigo broke from his thoughts as Renji's hands grabbed his head and pulled him down so they lay tangled together. Eyes squeezed shut, Ichigo focused solely on the wonderful way Renji's lips played over his, and the advance of a soft sweet tongue licking past his trembling lips. Hot moist breath shot across Ichigo's palate, his tongue paralyzed with inexperience. A split second later Ichigo thrust his tongue back, determined to show this shinigami he was not going to back down without a fight.
Ichigo inhaled through his nose, not wanting to pull away from the hot demanding mouth devouring his. A burst of hot pleasure tingled him, increasing his hunger to taste far more than this. Usually when a girl kissed him he felt like he wanted to die of embarrassment, but he felt no such reservation here. Ichigo did not question it, he simply allowed himself to let go because it felt so deliciously good.
Feeling nervous, Ichigo let go of Renji's hair. He was kissing a man who had pissed him off ten seconds ago, or was it a minute? Brain scrambled, and heart pounding a mile a minute, Ichigo straightened up and stared at Renji with panic. However, Renji's eyes were half closed and he seemed very calm, which surprised Ichigo even more.
"Not so bad." Renji smirked.
"What the fuck..." Ichigo stammered, "did I just do?"
"Gave me one hell of a fucking good kiss. Didn't think you'd be so good at it."
"L... let go," Ichigo babbled, as Renji once more grabbed his wrists, sweat blistering on his forehead.
Renji sat up, grabbing Ichigo's hips and holding him there so the boy sat on his thighs, not further up where he wanted him. "Relax, I'm not gonna kill ya, dumbass. If I wanted to you'd be bleeding and beaten up by now."
"Oh yeah, is that so?" Ichigo snarled at him, forcing his face towards Renji so their noses touched.
"Wanna try me, jerk?" Renji shot back.
Ichigo shifted up on Renji's lap so his hips straddled what seemed to be a very hard lump.
"Anytime pal!" Ichigo answered, baring his teeth. Renji's canines were bared but he was grinning, and it was strangely arousing.
‘Oh shit. What the hell am I getting myself into?"
"You get into me, or I get inta you?" Renji joked.
"Shut up -"
This time Renji silenced him with a kiss. Locking his arms under Ichigo's armpits, he imprisoned the boy on his lap, sitting Indian style. Angrily Ichigo slipped his lips from under Renji's to dominate the kiss, only to have Renji force his tongue deeper with long powerful strokes. Ichigo retaliated by changing the angle of their faces alignment and increasing the pressure of his mouth. Frustration bled through the gestures, while Ichigo wrapped his legs around Renji's hips and fused their lips together for a longer time.
Finally, he needed to breath and Ichigo broke the kiss with a gasp. His white shirt heaved in and out, as he sat there on Renji's lap catching his breath. Renji glanced up at him with a serious red-eyed gaze, neither angry nor teasing. Still their arms were around one another and Ichigo felt the tight tension had abated, his mind clearing and calm. All he could say was, "Shit."
"Calmed down now? Focused?" Renji asked, not leering but truly interested.
Ichigo saw no glean in the other man's eyes to indicate he was making fun of him, or playing games. No Renji was serious. Locking gazes Ichigo replied, "The... imposter... we gotta find him or her or whoever..."
"Yeah, I forgot," Renji admitted, glancing past Ichigo for a second. He released his grip and Ichigo reluctantly climbed off his lap. Both of them turned away, their faces flushed hot, and their jeans feeling suddenly several sizes too tight.
"You... me... what just happened?" Ichigo asked.
"Yeah?" Renji turned towards him, raising an eyebrow.
"What... the hell was that, anyway?" Ichigo said, voice quaking a bit.
"Don’t tell me ya never kissed anyone before?" Renji frowned.
"Shut up before I..." Ichigo growled, his blood again boiling.
"Settle down will ya? You're so damn easy to rile up. You gotta work on that!" Renji answered, rolling his eyes.
"Says YOU! You get pissed off way more easy than I do!"
"Enough of this Ichigo. We'll finish it later, when all this is done!" Renji waved a dismissive hand.
Ichigo thought better than to ask him just what he meant. It was distracting enough dealing with these new feelings rushing through his body. Trying not to stare at how tightly Renji's jeans fit him, Ichigo ran to keep pace with the other redheaded shinigami.
“This isn’t over,” Ichigo promised himself. He would find the underlying cause of what had just transpired and why it felt so right.**
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, Tite Kubo does. This is fan fiction; I am not paid for this!
In the Bount Arc Renji gets too close for comfort, and Ichigo calls him on it. Hilarity ensues, and so do other things!
Beta'd by cmc42 whom I thank so much for this!
Too Close?
Beta’d by CMC42
Sitting next to Ichigo Renji realized, that looking over his shoulder to see a textbook in the living world, was a bad idea.' All Renji wanted to do was to get closer. Try to be the less boorish party. However, Ichigo just HAD to be a jerk and push him away. What was it about people getting close to him that Ichigo hated? Or was he just inexperienced? Did Renji see him blush as they sat with their faces almost touching? When Ichigo started to wrestle with him, Renji felt thrilled with the contact of the boy’s hand on his body. Had it really been so long?
He laughed when they were both banished to the hall. Man did he feel tickled with how easily he pissed Ichigo off. A fun game to tease the younger man, yet Renji saw a glint of something else there compelled him to push Ichigo further. Why did he feel the need to be nice? Moreover, why was Ichigo still yelling at him?
“Take it off, Renji,” he ordered.
“Huh?” Renji had answered. Flustered, Renji blinked wide-eyed at Ichigo. Had he heard the kid correctly?
“You heard, me, take it off!”
Ichigo pounced on Renji, knocking him flat. Feeling the youth pressed up against him, weighing him down felt... pleasant. Renji's eyes widened with shock. Ichigo squirming on top of him was actually turning him on. On the other hand, was it the tight jeans? Either way, having students spilling out to stare at them both was humiliating. Any other time he would love to play, but this was ridiculous!
‘Damn kid,’ Renji thought to himself when they finally untangled from one another. Blushing furiously.
In the schoolyard, Renji told himself that the jeans had to be too tight, whilst Ichigo babbled about the real reason for tackling him. Nobody looked convinced, and Renji had to hide a smirk at how cute the flustered Ichigo looked.
**
When they once more dispersed to return to classes and find the imposter, Renji grabbed Ichigo's arm. "Oi..."
"Let go of me, idiot," Ichigo snarled. "Haven't you been a big enough pain in the ass?"
"Never had anyone that close to ya before?" Renji teased him, shoving his face into Ichigo's again.
"Stop breathing on me damn it!" Ichigo snapped, shoving Renji back with a flattened palm.
"You don't like it when someone gets close, do ya dumbass? Admit it? I make ya nervous. You not man enough to handle it?"
"Shut up!" Ichigo barked back, as Renji snickered.
Renji grabbed both of Ichigo's wrists, and then pulled the boy towards him so their chests collided, causing Ichigo to hiss in shock. Ichigo licked his lips, trying to stop the blush spreading from his face and descending to his chest and collarbone. Renji's nostrils flared as he pressed his bandanna-clad brow to Ichigo's, inhaling the scent.
"Whacha gonna do about it now?" Renji whispered into his ear.
"You're fucking CRAZY!" Ichigo yelled in his ear.
Suddenly he drew back, and then bashed his forehead into Renji's, twisting his wrists out of the other man's grasp. Growling he then kicked hard towards Renji's gut. At the last moment, Renji twisted and pushed forwards, so Ichigo toppled under him this time.
"How's it feel? You wanted me to take it off?" Renji teased, legs splayed and pinning Ichigo's thighs between them.
"I said I wanted you to take the damn GIGAI off, not your fucking clothes! Your head is as hard as a rock, shit!" Ichigo glared up at him, shoving Renji's face off his with a hand. They flipped over so Ichigo was on top again, glaring angrily down at his assailant.
"Ya like being on top then?" Renji leered and Ichigo saw red; not just the red t of Renji's hair but his entire vision flaring out.
His heart pounding, Ichigo just wanted to smash the other's face in. Renji grabbed him by the front of the throat and Ichigo's breath fanned his face. He was lying when he said Renji's breath disgusted him. In fact, he had never smelled anything more intriguing.
Ichigo hated this loud-mouthed redheaded pain in the ass teasing him mercilessly. Not to mention he hated people ridiculing his lack of experience. Why couldn't some people understand he hated them touching him without his permission, because they violated him? To get Renji to let him go he would play along and repulse him just enough by attacking him another way.
Renji twisted his head to the side, while Ichigo did the same. Grabbing Renji's face, he twisted his fingers into the red hair, and then sealed his mouth off. With his own. When their mouths collided, Ichigo was aware of a few things:-
1. Renji wasn't pulling away.
2. Kissing a man was not disgusting, in fact, it felt... pleasant.
3. He did not want to stop.
4. Renji's hair was remarkably soft.
Ichigo broke from his thoughts as Renji's hands grabbed his head and pulled him down so they lay tangled together. Eyes squeezed shut, Ichigo focused solely on the wonderful way Renji's lips played over his, and the advance of a soft sweet tongue licking past his trembling lips. Hot moist breath shot across Ichigo's palate, his tongue paralyzed with inexperience. A split second later Ichigo thrust his tongue back, determined to show this shinigami he was not going to back down without a fight.
Ichigo inhaled through his nose, not wanting to pull away from the hot demanding mouth devouring his. A burst of hot pleasure tingled him, increasing his hunger to taste far more than this. Usually when a girl kissed him he felt like he wanted to die of embarrassment, but he felt no such reservation here. Ichigo did not question it, he simply allowed himself to let go because it felt so deliciously good.
Feeling nervous, Ichigo let go of Renji's hair. He was kissing a man who had pissed him off ten seconds ago, or was it a minute? Brain scrambled, and heart pounding a mile a minute, Ichigo straightened up and stared at Renji with panic. However, Renji's eyes were half closed and he seemed very calm, which surprised Ichigo even more.
"Not so bad." Renji smirked.
"What the fuck..." Ichigo stammered, "did I just do?"
"Gave me one hell of a fucking good kiss. Didn't think you'd be so good at it."
"L... let go," Ichigo babbled, as Renji once more grabbed his wrists, sweat blistering on his forehead.
Renji sat up, grabbing Ichigo's hips and holding him there so the boy sat on his thighs, not further up where he wanted him. "Relax, I'm not gonna kill ya, dumbass. If I wanted to you'd be bleeding and beaten up by now."
"Oh yeah, is that so?" Ichigo snarled at him, forcing his face towards Renji so their noses touched.
"Wanna try me, jerk?" Renji shot back.
Ichigo shifted up on Renji's lap so his hips straddled what seemed to be a very hard lump.
"Anytime pal!" Ichigo answered, baring his teeth. Renji's canines were bared but he was grinning, and it was strangely arousing.
‘Oh shit. What the hell am I getting myself into?"
"You get into me, or I get inta you?" Renji joked.
"Shut up -"
This time Renji silenced him with a kiss. Locking his arms under Ichigo's armpits, he imprisoned the boy on his lap, sitting Indian style. Angrily Ichigo slipped his lips from under Renji's to dominate the kiss, only to have Renji force his tongue deeper with long powerful strokes. Ichigo retaliated by changing the angle of their faces alignment and increasing the pressure of his mouth. Frustration bled through the gestures, while Ichigo wrapped his legs around Renji's hips and fused their lips together for a longer time.
Finally, he needed to breath and Ichigo broke the kiss with a gasp. His white shirt heaved in and out, as he sat there on Renji's lap catching his breath. Renji glanced up at him with a serious red-eyed gaze, neither angry nor teasing. Still their arms were around one another and Ichigo felt the tight tension had abated, his mind clearing and calm. All he could say was, "Shit."
"Calmed down now? Focused?" Renji asked, not leering but truly interested.
Ichigo saw no glean in the other man's eyes to indicate he was making fun of him, or playing games. No Renji was serious. Locking gazes Ichigo replied, "The... imposter... we gotta find him or her or whoever..."
"Yeah, I forgot," Renji admitted, glancing past Ichigo for a second. He released his grip and Ichigo reluctantly climbed off his lap. Both of them turned away, their faces flushed hot, and their jeans feeling suddenly several sizes too tight.
"You... me... what just happened?" Ichigo asked.
"Yeah?" Renji turned towards him, raising an eyebrow.
"What... the hell was that, anyway?" Ichigo said, voice quaking a bit.
"Don’t tell me ya never kissed anyone before?" Renji frowned.
"Shut up before I..." Ichigo growled, his blood again boiling.
"Settle down will ya? You're so damn easy to rile up. You gotta work on that!" Renji answered, rolling his eyes.
"Says YOU! You get pissed off way more easy than I do!"
"Enough of this Ichigo. We'll finish it later, when all this is done!" Renji waved a dismissive hand.
Ichigo thought better than to ask him just what he meant. It was distracting enough dealing with these new feelings rushing through his body. Trying not to stare at how tightly Renji's jeans fit him, Ichigo ran to keep pace with the other redheaded shinigami.
“This isn’t over,” Ichigo promised himself. He would find the underlying cause of what had just transpired and why it felt so right.**
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, Tite Kubo does. This is fan fiction; I am not paid for this!