Fanfic: A Fine Hello 1/1 RenxIchi rated T
Title: A Fine Hello
Author: StarbearerTM
Pairing: IchigoxRenji
Genre: Romance
Word Count: 1059
Rating: T
SPOILERS!: Lost Agent Arc! Issue 460 and 461 of Bleach!
Warning: Adult situations and Language
Summary: Of all those friends Ichigo was reuinited with, Renji was the one he had the most unfinished business with.
A/N: Not connected to my So Close and Yet So Far series. In honor of Renji's Birthday, though a bit late in writing.
Disclaimer: Tite Kubo created and owns Bleach, I don’t. It is licensed by Shonen Jump. I make no money from the writing of this story.
What felt like grim betrayal one moment where everything he'd worked so hard to accumulate was ripped from him became something nonplussed seconds later? Ichigo turned to see a face he hadn't counted on in 17 months. That followed by a strange sword in her hands and a huge kick to the jaw were one welcome he never thought again he'd see.
From behind a gate assembled figures in black and white regarded him. Seeing all those who had contributed to his power. What stunned him the most were a pair of dark crimson eyes looking into his from beneath inked brows. Just over them was bound a black headband over which fluttered a longer length of scarlet hair. The grin that split Renji's cheeks at that moment pounded Ichigo's heart.
His first inclination was to shout, "You son of a bitch..." but his second was to run towards Renji, arms stretched out and tackle him.
Only the other assembled Shinigami, Byakuya with a different haori, Hitsugaya with longer hair and a scarf along with Zaraki and Ikkaku stopped him from doing so. Not to mention the strangely armored enemy Kugo with his sword menacingly aloft over his shoulder.
Reasons why he felt abandoned for 17 months scattered from his mind like sand. They'd have to wait till these other matters were cleared up. For now, they had not failed him in his most desperate hour. Body humming through with reishi like a long forgotten friend the black despair had risen from him.
Of all the shinigami, his heart pounded hardest beholding Renji, grinning like a damn fool Cheshire cat. Except he didn’t speak in riddles. He simply spoke in soaring words of inspiration, plain and simple. Words that drew Ichigo along behind them to swing his sword and unleash a blast towards the hated foe. Even the taunting grin that followed it was answered with a long heartfelt Getsuga Tensho.
Just being able to strike back in that smug face was worth the misery of desperation. Reduced to an enemy he had the power now to defeat Ichigo couldn't resist being equally petty in returning the complement or lack of it.
Once he had knocked the enemy flat on his ass the first thing Ichigo did was flash step over to where Renji stood, and connect his fist into that familiar countenance. Renji shot back, landing on his ass and cursing as Ichigo had expected he would. Blood dripped from his nose, glaring up at the empowered shinigami glowering down at him.
"That's a fucking fine hello!" shouted Renji.
"Where the fuck WERE you for 17 months?" Ichigo ranted. "Not that I'm not grateful and all, but FUCK!"
"Ichigo..." trailed off Rukia.
"No, I can give you a pass, since it looks like you got promoted and I'm sure that took a lot of your time," said Ichigo to her. "But YOU! Damn it Renji!!!"
Scrambling to his feet Renji glared at Ichigo. "I'm a fukaitaicho too you jerk! You haven't changed a bit! Don't you realize that we all had a hell of a lot of cleaning up to do after Aizen's attack? The whole universe doesn't rotate around you Ichigo!"
"You're right Renji, and I’m sorry," Ichigo said as he glanced down. "But it still hurt."
"Why are ya putting so much stress on me eh?" Renji asked. "After all we've..."
"Because maybe I have feelings for you that aren't just like the ones I have for Rukia or the others?" Ichigo asked as he grabbed the front of Renji's robe. "And maybe I like you?"
"The hell..." Renji got out.
Smelling Renji's hot brassy scent so close was irresistible. Even the way his brow crinkled up only to relax as his narrow eyes widened in shock made it far easier to forgive Renji. The orange haired shinigami couldn't stay angry at him forever. Not when every inch of his body tingled and burned not from the new power, but from desire.
Ichigo pulled so hard at the redhead's robe that their lips crashed together. Teeth ground as he parted his lips and thrust his tongue into Renji's astonished mouth. Because he'd grown 2 inches it made it that much easier to angle his head to the size and fuse their mouths together.
"Ichigo, Renji what are you doing you idiots!" Rukia gasped as her brother turned his head away, and the others assembled cleared their throats.
"About fucking time," mumbled Ikakku.
"Less mush, more fighting," Kenpachi mumbled.
Only slightly aware of the voices in the background Ichigo poured more attention into the kiss. So far Renji hadn't pulled away. In fact his huge hands had seized Ichigo's shoulders, lips slipping out from under to control the kiss. A desperate moan rattled in Renji's throat telling Ichigo he was enjoying this. Tongues brushed and danced in the confined space, not battling but mutually caressing. Only the burning need for air made Ichigo release the kiss, blinking at Renji.
"Well damn Ichigo, you HAVE grown a lot," Renji chuckled as he touched his mouth and grinned at the shinigami.
"And in case you're wondering that WASN'T my first kiss," Ichigo said, blushing deeply.
A smirk crossed Renji's lips as he grabbed the orange haired shinigami by the slightly different styled sash and yanked him so their lips were only inches apart. Hands slid down and one gripped the younger shinigami's backside to squeeze it. "Maybe, but this is yer first ass grab?"
"You per..." Ichigo stammered but Renji kissed him this time, hot, demanding and heavy.
Both hands moved down to caress Ichigo's backside through his hakama, squeezing and kneading it. Pulling his hips close to Ichigo's the shinigami felt the hardness of the other rubbing against his tantalizingly. At once a bolt of full bodied arousal curled in Ichigo's stomach rushing to his loins and he grabbed Renji's shoulder to hold their mouths together. His other hand slid down Renji's muscular back to grip a tightly muscled firm ass. The grunt Renji made through the kiss around Ichigo's tongue made him sigh with bliss.
Meanwhile, the other shinigami had retreated to a distance, leaving Rukia watching both men with a smirk. She then went to explain to the others that the two needed a bit of alone time and would catch up in a bit.
Author: StarbearerTM
Pairing: IchigoxRenji
Genre: Romance
Word Count: 1059
Rating: T
SPOILERS!: Lost Agent Arc! Issue 460 and 461 of Bleach!
Warning: Adult situations and Language
Summary: Of all those friends Ichigo was reuinited with, Renji was the one he had the most unfinished business with.
A/N: Not connected to my So Close and Yet So Far series. In honor of Renji's Birthday, though a bit late in writing.
Disclaimer: Tite Kubo created and owns Bleach, I don’t. It is licensed by Shonen Jump. I make no money from the writing of this story.
What felt like grim betrayal one moment where everything he'd worked so hard to accumulate was ripped from him became something nonplussed seconds later? Ichigo turned to see a face he hadn't counted on in 17 months. That followed by a strange sword in her hands and a huge kick to the jaw were one welcome he never thought again he'd see.
From behind a gate assembled figures in black and white regarded him. Seeing all those who had contributed to his power. What stunned him the most were a pair of dark crimson eyes looking into his from beneath inked brows. Just over them was bound a black headband over which fluttered a longer length of scarlet hair. The grin that split Renji's cheeks at that moment pounded Ichigo's heart.
His first inclination was to shout, "You son of a bitch..." but his second was to run towards Renji, arms stretched out and tackle him.
Only the other assembled Shinigami, Byakuya with a different haori, Hitsugaya with longer hair and a scarf along with Zaraki and Ikkaku stopped him from doing so. Not to mention the strangely armored enemy Kugo with his sword menacingly aloft over his shoulder.
Reasons why he felt abandoned for 17 months scattered from his mind like sand. They'd have to wait till these other matters were cleared up. For now, they had not failed him in his most desperate hour. Body humming through with reishi like a long forgotten friend the black despair had risen from him.
Of all the shinigami, his heart pounded hardest beholding Renji, grinning like a damn fool Cheshire cat. Except he didn’t speak in riddles. He simply spoke in soaring words of inspiration, plain and simple. Words that drew Ichigo along behind them to swing his sword and unleash a blast towards the hated foe. Even the taunting grin that followed it was answered with a long heartfelt Getsuga Tensho.
Just being able to strike back in that smug face was worth the misery of desperation. Reduced to an enemy he had the power now to defeat Ichigo couldn't resist being equally petty in returning the complement or lack of it.
Once he had knocked the enemy flat on his ass the first thing Ichigo did was flash step over to where Renji stood, and connect his fist into that familiar countenance. Renji shot back, landing on his ass and cursing as Ichigo had expected he would. Blood dripped from his nose, glaring up at the empowered shinigami glowering down at him.
"That's a fucking fine hello!" shouted Renji.
"Where the fuck WERE you for 17 months?" Ichigo ranted. "Not that I'm not grateful and all, but FUCK!"
"Ichigo..." trailed off Rukia.
"No, I can give you a pass, since it looks like you got promoted and I'm sure that took a lot of your time," said Ichigo to her. "But YOU! Damn it Renji!!!"
Scrambling to his feet Renji glared at Ichigo. "I'm a fukaitaicho too you jerk! You haven't changed a bit! Don't you realize that we all had a hell of a lot of cleaning up to do after Aizen's attack? The whole universe doesn't rotate around you Ichigo!"
"You're right Renji, and I’m sorry," Ichigo said as he glanced down. "But it still hurt."
"Why are ya putting so much stress on me eh?" Renji asked. "After all we've..."
"Because maybe I have feelings for you that aren't just like the ones I have for Rukia or the others?" Ichigo asked as he grabbed the front of Renji's robe. "And maybe I like you?"
"The hell..." Renji got out.
Smelling Renji's hot brassy scent so close was irresistible. Even the way his brow crinkled up only to relax as his narrow eyes widened in shock made it far easier to forgive Renji. The orange haired shinigami couldn't stay angry at him forever. Not when every inch of his body tingled and burned not from the new power, but from desire.
Ichigo pulled so hard at the redhead's robe that their lips crashed together. Teeth ground as he parted his lips and thrust his tongue into Renji's astonished mouth. Because he'd grown 2 inches it made it that much easier to angle his head to the size and fuse their mouths together.
"Ichigo, Renji what are you doing you idiots!" Rukia gasped as her brother turned his head away, and the others assembled cleared their throats.
"About fucking time," mumbled Ikakku.
"Less mush, more fighting," Kenpachi mumbled.
Only slightly aware of the voices in the background Ichigo poured more attention into the kiss. So far Renji hadn't pulled away. In fact his huge hands had seized Ichigo's shoulders, lips slipping out from under to control the kiss. A desperate moan rattled in Renji's throat telling Ichigo he was enjoying this. Tongues brushed and danced in the confined space, not battling but mutually caressing. Only the burning need for air made Ichigo release the kiss, blinking at Renji.
"Well damn Ichigo, you HAVE grown a lot," Renji chuckled as he touched his mouth and grinned at the shinigami.
"And in case you're wondering that WASN'T my first kiss," Ichigo said, blushing deeply.
A smirk crossed Renji's lips as he grabbed the orange haired shinigami by the slightly different styled sash and yanked him so their lips were only inches apart. Hands slid down and one gripped the younger shinigami's backside to squeeze it. "Maybe, but this is yer first ass grab?"
"You per..." Ichigo stammered but Renji kissed him this time, hot, demanding and heavy.
Both hands moved down to caress Ichigo's backside through his hakama, squeezing and kneading it. Pulling his hips close to Ichigo's the shinigami felt the hardness of the other rubbing against his tantalizingly. At once a bolt of full bodied arousal curled in Ichigo's stomach rushing to his loins and he grabbed Renji's shoulder to hold their mouths together. His other hand slid down Renji's muscular back to grip a tightly muscled firm ass. The grunt Renji made through the kiss around Ichigo's tongue made him sigh with bliss.
Meanwhile, the other shinigami had retreated to a distance, leaving Rukia watching both men with a smirk. She then went to explain to the others that the two needed a bit of alone time and would catch up in a bit.