Bleach Fic: Wedding Blues and Clues part 1- multiple parings rated R=NC17
Chapters: 1
Author:
starbearertm
Word Count: 1723 of 8,860 total
Genre: PWP, angst, humor
Pairings: Uryuu/Orihime/Renji, Hitsugaya/Matsumoto, Ryuuken/Tatsuki, implied Ichigo/Rukia
Rating; NC17
Warnings: 3 some sex, lemon, adult situations, m/f/m, m/m,
A/N: This is a separate story not connected to any of my other stories, except for the Ishida/Nemu fic. Except perhaps to the idea of thepairings and how I’ve written them before.
Summary: At Ichigo and Rukia’s wedding, everyone but the bride and groom seem to be amorous.
Disclaimer: Tite Kubo created Bleach, and it is licensed and owned by Shonen Jump. I don’t own the characters. This work of fan fictionmeans no harm and I make no money from the writing of it. All the people in this fiction are 18 and over and of age to participate in such relationships. This takes place when Ichigo is 20.
That was what all this led up to, the orange haired shinigami thought to himself. Now his skin crawled under the formal tuxedo his now sweaty body was sheathed in. Pinned under the gaze of almost a hundred eyes he just wanted to retreat. Squeezing Rukia’s hand he muttered, “I love you… now can we get out of here?”
“Ichigo, don’t you dare think of running off,” she whispered, but smiled at him sweetly. Although Ichigo could hope for slinking away to have her to himself he knew he couldn’t avoid the inevitable circumstances of a Kurosaki family wedding. At least, he thought with relief glancing at Byakuya, the presence of Rukia’s brother would keep shenanigans to a minimum.
Weddings were supposed to bring happiness, Tatsuki thought. Hands clenched around the bouquet she strode up behind Orihime clad in a sea foam blue dress. Instead of the other bridesmaids, she wore a sea foam green pantsuit made from silk. Behind her strode Momo in pink, followed by Rangiku in a similar color. If they were in soul society they’d be walking under an arch of drawn zanpakuto. But Isshin had insisted his son marry in a living world ceremony in addition to the traditional Kuchiki one in Soul Society that had happened in a clandestine noble’s only ceremony two nights earlier.
Having escorted Rukia down the aisle, Byakuya her older brother had moved to the side. Now beside Ichigo stood Chad, his best friend, sporting a similar tuxedo with red bow tie and cummerbund. Standing next to Rukia was Kiyone, the co third seat of squad 13. Her short blonde hair was styled in gentle waves under a crown of flowers. Across from them Sentarou gaped at her, his eyes wide with joy as he fantasized what he’d be doing to her after the reception.
Several of the captains of the 13 court guard squads were present. Urahara and Yoruichi both sat on the groom’s side, while on Rukia’s side sat Ukitake, Kyoraku, and Hitsugaya on the other side of Byakuya. Ichigo saw the half goofy look on Ukitake’s face, guessing it was far less cheesy then the one on his father who was trying hard not to cry. Even Unigiya was there, next to his dad handing him tissues. When the woman found out her errand boy was getting married she insisted on coming. That led to an argument, where Ichigo finally grudgingly agreed if she came as his crazy father’s date.
Beneath a flurry of cherry blossoms Ichigo kissed Rukia soundly, taking her hand. They rushed out towards the large ballroom in the rented hall towards the banquet tables set up in the next room over. Amidst a forest of chairs other people were starting to file out.
“My son is MARRIED!” Isshin proclaimed, leaping up and down as he whooped. Giving him a death ray glare, Karin stuck out her foot and kicked him in the kneecaps. Promptly the patriarch of the Kurosaki clan collapsed.
“Thank you,” Ichigo muttered to his sister. Already his skin had flushed two shades of pink in inevitable embarrassment.
Nearby Chad felt sweat dripping down his forehead. He felt Karin reach for his hand, leaning up to whisper in his ear, “Let’s go get some punch. I only agreed to wear a dress because it’d make Yuzu happy.”
“You could have worn pants like Tatsuki,” Chad whispered back. Since her growth spurt the tall dark skinned man didn’t have to lean down as far to talk to her. Yet there was something enticing about her. So small but yet by no means delicate, Karin packed power into each ounce of her lean trim athletic body. She and Yuzu had both blossomed into womanhood, each in their own way.
“This family’s CRAZY,” grumbled a redheaded young man taking Yuzu’s hand.
“I know, but would you have it any other way?” Yuzu asked him. She nodded over towards Dad, indicating that she wanted to go help him up. Rolling his eyes, Ginta went to help his girlfriend. They’d been going steady for a few years now.
“Is that any way to honor your son’s wedding?” Ikumi grumbled as she hauled Isshin to his feet. “Stop wrinkling your suit and let’s get in there and toast him before I drag you in!”
“You implying I’d miss this most important moment in my son’s life? For shame!” Isshin gasped, as if scandalized.
“Well it’s good you’ve got your priorities in order,” Ikumi said a bit sweetly, before he took her arm and led her inside the reception area.
Soon the sounds of people filing in could be heard. At a large long table across the front sat Ichigo, tugging at the collar of his shirt next to Rukia, still wearing her veil flipped over the other portion handing down her still short dark hair. Immediately next to Rukia sat Kiyone, while Sentarou was seated next to her. Ichigo had Chad next to him, with Karin immediately beside him. The others were seated around round tables draped in white cloths, surrounding a dance floor of highly polished wood. Pure white and blue roses were tied up in bouquets in crystal vases. Each wedding guest found his or her seat demarcated by a card lying across their plate with their names printed in script.
Rukia tugged on Ichigo’s sleeve whispering, “There’s some seats missing…”
Ichigo glanced over at her and muttered, “If they wanna come, they’ll come. Don’t worry.”
“But I want them to be here for our special day!” Rukia hissed, glaring at the vacant seats.
“Rukia, lighten up,” Ichigo grumbled. “The reception’s for everyone. Just chill ok?”
“But… but…” she continued to complain. Rolling his eyes Ichigo shoved a glass of champagne in front of her.
Thankfully Isshin clanked his glass loudly with a spoon and shouted out, “Toast… TOAST! We must have a toast to my third daughter and this son of mine who finally got the courage to marry her! May they have many grandchildren…”
“Someone get me out of here,” Ichigo whispered as he hid his face behind his hand. It was going to be a LONG afternoon.
**
“Fucking pain in the ass,” Renji muttered, bitterly glaring up at Ichigo and Rukia. Those damn lace ruffles still made Renji choke. It could have been his wedding, but for Ichigo’s change of mind.
Resplendent in pink Orihime nudged Ishida Uryuu, who glanced over at the unhappy shinigami. “He’s so sad…” she whispered.
Adjusting his blue silk tie under the collar of his shirt Uryuu muttered, “If only…”
“Maybe we can help him?” Orihime whispered, half expecting Uryuu to disagree.
However he replied, “You wouldn’t mind?”
“Not in the least,” Uryuu said to her widening gaze.
Across her sweet face appeared a broad smile. “He needs someone so bad…”
“Indeed,” Uryuu confirmed, pushing up his glasses. His cobalt eyes swiveled to their target, the vice captain of squad six still flopped into his chair.
As the happy couple left for the reception, Renji sat glumly in his chair. He was surprised to see Orihime come over and put a hand on his knee. Frowning he muttered, “What are ya doing?”
She plopped into his lap and kissed him hard. He pushed her away muttering, “Don’t…”
“Why not?”
“Do ya have to ask?” he grumbled. “I don’t need yer pity.”
“You’re a proud fool, Abarai san,” said Uryuu as he sat on Renji’s other side and glared at him.
“WHAT?”
“We both want to help you. You’re lonely…” Uryuu said. “So we want to accommodate you.”
“I don’t like pity fucks!” Renji snapped.
“Who says it’s a pity fuck?” snapped Uryuu.
“Can’t we give ourselves to you?” asked Orihime softly, straddling Renji as she reached down to rub him. Uryuu leaned in and massaged Renji’s shoulder.
“You can have either of us,” said Uryuu.
“Or both,” Orihime said. Swallowing hard Renji gasped as Uryuu and Orihime undid his pants. The Quincy reached in and rubbed Renji’s erection while Orihime kissed him gently. Sighing deeply Renji relaxed and let the two coax him.
Uryuu thrust his fingers into Renji’s ass as he snaked his hand inside Renji’s pants. Renji yelped and Orihime cut off his kiss. She guided his hand to her breasts and slid onto his lap. Uryuu nibbled Renji’s ear and rubbed his balls with his other hand. Orihime rocked down on him. Taking out a condom Orihime then ripped it open.
“What are ya doin’?” Renji asked.
“We cannot leave you in such a state,” said Uryuu.
“Fuck… I wanna but you two…”
Carefully Uryuu maneuvered the chairs so Renji was balanced across one with his arm over the back of one. He tugged Renji’s pants down so Renji’s ass was partly off the chair and his backside was exposed. Feeling cold air on his ass Renji gasped and Orihime squeezed him. He thrust up into her and pulled one leg through the back of the chair. Then Uryuu unzipped his own pants and rubbed his pale erection. The redheaded shinigami yelped at the sensation of Uryuu pushing into him at the same time Orihime impaled herself on him.
“Ahhh…” Renji sighed, eyes rolling into the back of his head. He’d had sex with the healer before, during one lonely night at the engagement party, a month before she started dating Uryuu. She’d used her powers to restore herself at his suggestion so Uryuu could take her virginity.
Renji ended up on the floor, straddling Uryuu’s knees while taking Orihime on his own and slamming into her. He then pushed her down and got on top of her while Uryuu laid his jacket for her to lie on, and slammed into Renji doggy style.
In Hueco Mundo Uryuu had his taken by Renji and Nemu. Now Renji felt himself between the healer and the Quincy, gasping in satiation. It didn’t take long to his embarrassment to come hard and long inside her.
***
“Renji what are you doing? Rukia’s asking for you!” said Momo as she slid open the door. Then she gasped in shock.
Rangiku smirked a bit and said, “Let’s let them go…”
“But…” she trailed off.
“He deserves comfort after what he went through,” Rangiku said quietly. “Leave them be…”
“But Rukia…”
Innocently Rangiku blinked her grey eyes. “Didn’t you know?”
“No…” muttered Momo.
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Author:
starbearertm
Word Count: 1723 of 8,860 total
Genre: PWP, angst, humor
Pairings: Uryuu/Orihime/Renji, Hitsugaya/Matsumoto, Ryuuken/Tatsuki, implied Ichigo/Rukia
Rating; NC17
Warnings: 3 some sex, lemon, adult situations, m/f/m, m/m,
A/N: This is a separate story not connected to any of my other stories, except for the Ishida/Nemu fic. Except perhaps to the idea of thepairings and how I’ve written them before.
Summary: At Ichigo and Rukia’s wedding, everyone but the bride and groom seem to be amorous.
Disclaimer: Tite Kubo created Bleach, and it is licensed and owned by Shonen Jump. I don’t own the characters. This work of fan fictionmeans no harm and I make no money from the writing of it. All the people in this fiction are 18 and over and of age to participate in such relationships. This takes place when Ichigo is 20.
That was what all this led up to, the orange haired shinigami thought to himself. Now his skin crawled under the formal tuxedo his now sweaty body was sheathed in. Pinned under the gaze of almost a hundred eyes he just wanted to retreat. Squeezing Rukia’s hand he muttered, “I love you… now can we get out of here?”
“Ichigo, don’t you dare think of running off,” she whispered, but smiled at him sweetly. Although Ichigo could hope for slinking away to have her to himself he knew he couldn’t avoid the inevitable circumstances of a Kurosaki family wedding. At least, he thought with relief glancing at Byakuya, the presence of Rukia’s brother would keep shenanigans to a minimum.
Weddings were supposed to bring happiness, Tatsuki thought. Hands clenched around the bouquet she strode up behind Orihime clad in a sea foam blue dress. Instead of the other bridesmaids, she wore a sea foam green pantsuit made from silk. Behind her strode Momo in pink, followed by Rangiku in a similar color. If they were in soul society they’d be walking under an arch of drawn zanpakuto. But Isshin had insisted his son marry in a living world ceremony in addition to the traditional Kuchiki one in Soul Society that had happened in a clandestine noble’s only ceremony two nights earlier.
Having escorted Rukia down the aisle, Byakuya her older brother had moved to the side. Now beside Ichigo stood Chad, his best friend, sporting a similar tuxedo with red bow tie and cummerbund. Standing next to Rukia was Kiyone, the co third seat of squad 13. Her short blonde hair was styled in gentle waves under a crown of flowers. Across from them Sentarou gaped at her, his eyes wide with joy as he fantasized what he’d be doing to her after the reception.
Several of the captains of the 13 court guard squads were present. Urahara and Yoruichi both sat on the groom’s side, while on Rukia’s side sat Ukitake, Kyoraku, and Hitsugaya on the other side of Byakuya. Ichigo saw the half goofy look on Ukitake’s face, guessing it was far less cheesy then the one on his father who was trying hard not to cry. Even Unigiya was there, next to his dad handing him tissues. When the woman found out her errand boy was getting married she insisted on coming. That led to an argument, where Ichigo finally grudgingly agreed if she came as his crazy father’s date.
Beneath a flurry of cherry blossoms Ichigo kissed Rukia soundly, taking her hand. They rushed out towards the large ballroom in the rented hall towards the banquet tables set up in the next room over. Amidst a forest of chairs other people were starting to file out.
“My son is MARRIED!” Isshin proclaimed, leaping up and down as he whooped. Giving him a death ray glare, Karin stuck out her foot and kicked him in the kneecaps. Promptly the patriarch of the Kurosaki clan collapsed.
“Thank you,” Ichigo muttered to his sister. Already his skin had flushed two shades of pink in inevitable embarrassment.
Nearby Chad felt sweat dripping down his forehead. He felt Karin reach for his hand, leaning up to whisper in his ear, “Let’s go get some punch. I only agreed to wear a dress because it’d make Yuzu happy.”
“You could have worn pants like Tatsuki,” Chad whispered back. Since her growth spurt the tall dark skinned man didn’t have to lean down as far to talk to her. Yet there was something enticing about her. So small but yet by no means delicate, Karin packed power into each ounce of her lean trim athletic body. She and Yuzu had both blossomed into womanhood, each in their own way.
“This family’s CRAZY,” grumbled a redheaded young man taking Yuzu’s hand.
“I know, but would you have it any other way?” Yuzu asked him. She nodded over towards Dad, indicating that she wanted to go help him up. Rolling his eyes, Ginta went to help his girlfriend. They’d been going steady for a few years now.
“Is that any way to honor your son’s wedding?” Ikumi grumbled as she hauled Isshin to his feet. “Stop wrinkling your suit and let’s get in there and toast him before I drag you in!”
“You implying I’d miss this most important moment in my son’s life? For shame!” Isshin gasped, as if scandalized.
“Well it’s good you’ve got your priorities in order,” Ikumi said a bit sweetly, before he took her arm and led her inside the reception area.
Soon the sounds of people filing in could be heard. At a large long table across the front sat Ichigo, tugging at the collar of his shirt next to Rukia, still wearing her veil flipped over the other portion handing down her still short dark hair. Immediately next to Rukia sat Kiyone, while Sentarou was seated next to her. Ichigo had Chad next to him, with Karin immediately beside him. The others were seated around round tables draped in white cloths, surrounding a dance floor of highly polished wood. Pure white and blue roses were tied up in bouquets in crystal vases. Each wedding guest found his or her seat demarcated by a card lying across their plate with their names printed in script.
Rukia tugged on Ichigo’s sleeve whispering, “There’s some seats missing…”
Ichigo glanced over at her and muttered, “If they wanna come, they’ll come. Don’t worry.”
“But I want them to be here for our special day!” Rukia hissed, glaring at the vacant seats.
“Rukia, lighten up,” Ichigo grumbled. “The reception’s for everyone. Just chill ok?”
“But… but…” she continued to complain. Rolling his eyes Ichigo shoved a glass of champagne in front of her.
Thankfully Isshin clanked his glass loudly with a spoon and shouted out, “Toast… TOAST! We must have a toast to my third daughter and this son of mine who finally got the courage to marry her! May they have many grandchildren…”
“Someone get me out of here,” Ichigo whispered as he hid his face behind his hand. It was going to be a LONG afternoon.
**
“Fucking pain in the ass,” Renji muttered, bitterly glaring up at Ichigo and Rukia. Those damn lace ruffles still made Renji choke. It could have been his wedding, but for Ichigo’s change of mind.
Resplendent in pink Orihime nudged Ishida Uryuu, who glanced over at the unhappy shinigami. “He’s so sad…” she whispered.
Adjusting his blue silk tie under the collar of his shirt Uryuu muttered, “If only…”
“Maybe we can help him?” Orihime whispered, half expecting Uryuu to disagree.
However he replied, “You wouldn’t mind?”
“Not in the least,” Uryuu said to her widening gaze.
Across her sweet face appeared a broad smile. “He needs someone so bad…”
“Indeed,” Uryuu confirmed, pushing up his glasses. His cobalt eyes swiveled to their target, the vice captain of squad six still flopped into his chair.
As the happy couple left for the reception, Renji sat glumly in his chair. He was surprised to see Orihime come over and put a hand on his knee. Frowning he muttered, “What are ya doing?”
She plopped into his lap and kissed him hard. He pushed her away muttering, “Don’t…”
“Why not?”
“Do ya have to ask?” he grumbled. “I don’t need yer pity.”
“You’re a proud fool, Abarai san,” said Uryuu as he sat on Renji’s other side and glared at him.
“WHAT?”
“We both want to help you. You’re lonely…” Uryuu said. “So we want to accommodate you.”
“I don’t like pity fucks!” Renji snapped.
“Who says it’s a pity fuck?” snapped Uryuu.
“Can’t we give ourselves to you?” asked Orihime softly, straddling Renji as she reached down to rub him. Uryuu leaned in and massaged Renji’s shoulder.
“You can have either of us,” said Uryuu.
“Or both,” Orihime said. Swallowing hard Renji gasped as Uryuu and Orihime undid his pants. The Quincy reached in and rubbed Renji’s erection while Orihime kissed him gently. Sighing deeply Renji relaxed and let the two coax him.
Uryuu thrust his fingers into Renji’s ass as he snaked his hand inside Renji’s pants. Renji yelped and Orihime cut off his kiss. She guided his hand to her breasts and slid onto his lap. Uryuu nibbled Renji’s ear and rubbed his balls with his other hand. Orihime rocked down on him. Taking out a condom Orihime then ripped it open.
“What are ya doin’?” Renji asked.
“We cannot leave you in such a state,” said Uryuu.
“Fuck… I wanna but you two…”
Carefully Uryuu maneuvered the chairs so Renji was balanced across one with his arm over the back of one. He tugged Renji’s pants down so Renji’s ass was partly off the chair and his backside was exposed. Feeling cold air on his ass Renji gasped and Orihime squeezed him. He thrust up into her and pulled one leg through the back of the chair. Then Uryuu unzipped his own pants and rubbed his pale erection. The redheaded shinigami yelped at the sensation of Uryuu pushing into him at the same time Orihime impaled herself on him.
“Ahhh…” Renji sighed, eyes rolling into the back of his head. He’d had sex with the healer before, during one lonely night at the engagement party, a month before she started dating Uryuu. She’d used her powers to restore herself at his suggestion so Uryuu could take her virginity.
Renji ended up on the floor, straddling Uryuu’s knees while taking Orihime on his own and slamming into her. He then pushed her down and got on top of her while Uryuu laid his jacket for her to lie on, and slammed into Renji doggy style.
In Hueco Mundo Uryuu had his taken by Renji and Nemu. Now Renji felt himself between the healer and the Quincy, gasping in satiation. It didn’t take long to his embarrassment to come hard and long inside her.
***
“Renji what are you doing? Rukia’s asking for you!” said Momo as she slid open the door. Then she gasped in shock.
Rangiku smirked a bit and said, “Let’s let them go…”
“But…” she trailed off.
“He deserves comfort after what he went through,” Rangiku said quietly. “Leave them be…”
“But Rukia…”
Innocently Rangiku blinked her grey eyes. “Didn’t you know?”
“No…” muttered Momo.
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