Bleach-Marking Territory (one-shot)
akuni had a birthday recently. I had wanted to write a little birthday fic for her but RL and my body conspired against me. I let her know what I intended (and apologized) and said she'd get something a little belatedly from me. Well, here it is. She has given me permission to share with you guys (since the fic was my gift to her).
One of her fav pairings is RenIchi, so that's what I've written. This is rated... ummm, PG-13 for implied stuff and a little potty mouth (this is Renji and Ichigo *snorts*). Use caution where reading.
Author's Note: I don’t own Bleach and make no claims on it. If I did, there’d be a whole hell of a lot of kinky shit going down.
Marking Territory
I carded my fingers through Ichigo’s short hair. He made drowsy noises of pleasure and rubbed his cheek against my belly. I let my hand drift down to the nape of his neck and ghosted my thumb over the coin sized mark he now had. Ichigo hissed softly and shifted his body away from the touch. My heart jumped into my throat and I waited for him to say something, to question why the back of his neck was suddenly sensitive or to accuse me of being responsible for it; which I was. My pulse settled back to normal when Ichigo sighed and his hand slid over to rest on my hip, fingers stroking along the tattoos there.
When Ichigo wriggled around from my touch to the back of his neck, he’d moved a little lower down my body and I could clearly see the mark I’d made. As pleased as I was with the way it’d turned out, he was probably gonna try to kill me when he finally saw it. Little things like the chance of serious bodily harm were worth what I’d done, though. I was almost positive he’d be okay with it when he heard my reasons and found out how hard I’d worked to be able to do it.
Maybe. If I was lucky.
Kira was a damn fine friend and had more patience than a dozen people put together. He was also the only person I trusted to keep his mouth shut and had the skill to teach me what I wanted to do. There’d been a few dicey moments during the lessons Kira gave me in private after hours. I swear my eyebrows were just starting to grow back now from one of my less than successful tries to master the kidou. Thank god for my tattoos ‘cause nobody seemed to notice, and the last thing I wanted to do was explain why I had no eyebrows.
At one point, even I doubted I’d be able to master the kidou technique I’d wanted to learn. Kira never gave up on me though. He was an incredibly patient teacher and kept working with me even when I’d suggested I give it up as impossible. Kira had smiled at me and said he believed I could do it because it whenever I set my mind on something, I did it, no matter what it took.
Those had been some of the hardest two months of my life. I still couldn’t quite look at a piece of pork without feeling a little queasy. I’d turned more raw pork into charcoal when I first started trying to make the kidou work than would feed a family for a month. I hadn’t trained that intently with kidou even when I was in the academy and desperately needed to pass that class to graduate. Looking at the perfect red mark I’d put on Ichigo's neck, I thought it was worth the time, frustration and several weeks worth of my pay for pork I’d never eat.
“Renji?” Ichigo asked in a soft voice.
“Yeah?”
“Are you gonna tell me what you did or do I have to beat the snot out of you to find out?”
Ichigo didn’t need to say what he was asking about. There could be only one thing. Shit. Fine time for Mr. Oblivious to suddenly be paying attention to stuff happening around him. I shot a quick glance down at Ichigo and noticed for the first time just how close his hand had moved to my groin. A couple of inches more and he’d have my nuts in the palm of his hand. I could take a good, old-fashioned, knock down, drag out fight and come out of it grinning like a loon from the sheer pleasure of the fight. Having my stupidly powerful lover clenching my balls in his fist until I begged for mercy… not so much.
“Uhhh, I’m not sure what you mean,” I stalled as I wondered if I could move faster than Ichigo before he could de-nut me.
Ichigo raised his head from my belly and stared straight into my eyes. “Stupid, I’ve gotten way better at sensing reiatsu and shit since the war. You did something just before I came. I felt your reiatsu jump. Now, the skin on the back of my neck feels tight and hot, and it stung when you touched it. I know you didn’t bite me. That feels different. What the fuck did you do?”
“I…uhhh… well, you see,” I trailed off as every single explanation I came up with sounded stupid, girly or both. Ichigo really was gonna kill me.
Ichigo pushed himself up so he was sitting next to and facing me. I let out a tiny breath of relief when he rested his hands on his knees, that being a decent distance away from my groin. He frowned and set his jaw mulishly. I knew that look. He was worse than a dog with a bone when he wanted to know something.
“Start talking, Renji, or I swear I’m gonna go all ban kai on your ass until you tell me what you did.”
He’d do it, too. I could see it in his eyes. Not that I didn’t like a fight with him. I did. But the last time we’d really pulled out all the stops and used ban kai on each other, he’d kicked my ass but good, and I hadn’t gotten any ass from him for nearly two weeks. It wasn’t so much the lack of sex I’d minded as not being able to sleep with him in my arms for that long. I sighed. This was probably gonna hurt me way more than him once he found out what I’d done.
“I don’t like the way guys hang all over you, trying for an ass grab or trying to cop a feel. You never say shit or shove them away when that happens and it pisses me off. I want them to know you’re taken and to back the fuck off. I love you so damn much it….” I blew out a breath and looked down into my lap. “I… uhhh… I put a tiny mark on you that lets others know you’re off the market. Kinda… uhhh… marking my territory.”
“What guys? Chad? Keigo? Mizuiro? They’re my friends. It doesn’t mean anything when they do that. Marking your territory? Like what, a stray dog? Are you off your fucking nut, Renji?”
“Them and some of the Shinigami,” I said with a wave of my hand as I looked up at Ichigo. “That last time in the bar in Soul Society you were letting them hang all over you. Fuck, Ichigo, Yumichika was petting your hair!”
Ichigo’s eyes widened before he threw his head back and started to laugh. He fell to his back and clutched his sides, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. I scowled at him. I didn’t think having guys hit on him and him letting them was funny. I was being serious here. It was a good five minutes before he managed to get his laughter under control. Even then, the occasional snort still escaped. He turned his head to look at me, the smile he gave made my guts clench in uncertainty.
“You dumb, jealous fuck. Yumichika doesn’t see anybody else but Ikkaku in that way. Yumichika was brushing out the peanut shells you threw into my hair when you were half in the bag. Don’t you remember doing that? It’s you I love. God, how many times do I have to tell you before it sinks into your thick skull? I guess I should be thankful that you didn’t piss all over my house, or my shoes, or some dumb shit to mark this territory of yours, huh?” Ichigo said with a snort that sounded suspiciously like laughter.
He sat up, grabbed a hank of my hair and pulled me to him. His nose was touching mine and his eyes were very intense. A look I’d only seen a few times during the war came into his eyes. He gave my hair a sharp tug to make sure he had my attention. He meant business and was deadly serious. I’d be an idiot not to pay attention.
“Abarai Renji, I love you with all my heart no matter how stupid you act. That won’t ever change. We made a promise between us. You, better than most people, should know that I don’t break my promises. Now, what the fuck did you do to ‘mark your territory’? It stings like a son-of-a-bitch.”
Warmth spread through me. No matter how many times I heard him say it, I never got tired of hearing it. I think I needed to hear it, but I wasn’t about to say something that… girly. I knew I’d still have moments of jealousy no matter how sure I was of his feelings. I doubted I could change that, but maybe I wouldn’t make such an ass of myself next time. At least I hoped I wouldn’t.
“I had Kira teach me how to do a really small, specific kidou. I’d seen Captain Kuchiki do it once to put his seal on an order on the battlefield and… well… the more I thought about it, the better the idea seemed.”
“You put your name on me?” Ichigo said in disbelief, his eyes narrowing as his fingers gingerly touched the mark on the back of his neck.
“No. I’m not a complete moron. You’d have killed me for sure if I did that. It’s a stylized dog. Kira helped me with it. You know, for me being a stray dog and all.” I hoped that didn’t sound as lame as I thought it did. God, it’d seemed like a good idea at the time.
Ichigo continued to touch the kidou mark, his brow wrinkling. I was getting a little nervous when he didn’t say anything for a while and seemed to be thinking. Eventually he looked at me and folded his arms in front of his chest, pinning me with a hard stare.
“Okay, I can deal. My dad is gonna freak out when he sees it. He’s just barely cool with the idea of you and me being together. He might wanna kick your ass and I’m not gonna stop him. You, by the way, are gonna have to get something of mine permanently inked. If you get to mark your territory on me, it’s only fair that I get to do the same. I’ll let you know what and where when I decide.”
If Ichigo wanted to mark me as his, I was very cool with the idea. I liked the idea of belonging to him. I leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips. I may have been a stray dog when we’d first met, but I’d found a home with Ichigo. He was a territory worth marking and defending and I knew how lucky I was.
One of her fav pairings is RenIchi, so that's what I've written. This is rated... ummm, PG-13 for implied stuff and a little potty mouth (this is Renji and Ichigo *snorts*). Use caution where reading.
Author's Note: I don’t own Bleach and make no claims on it. If I did, there’d be a whole hell of a lot of kinky shit going down.
Marking Territory
I carded my fingers through Ichigo’s short hair. He made drowsy noises of pleasure and rubbed his cheek against my belly. I let my hand drift down to the nape of his neck and ghosted my thumb over the coin sized mark he now had. Ichigo hissed softly and shifted his body away from the touch. My heart jumped into my throat and I waited for him to say something, to question why the back of his neck was suddenly sensitive or to accuse me of being responsible for it; which I was. My pulse settled back to normal when Ichigo sighed and his hand slid over to rest on my hip, fingers stroking along the tattoos there.
When Ichigo wriggled around from my touch to the back of his neck, he’d moved a little lower down my body and I could clearly see the mark I’d made. As pleased as I was with the way it’d turned out, he was probably gonna try to kill me when he finally saw it. Little things like the chance of serious bodily harm were worth what I’d done, though. I was almost positive he’d be okay with it when he heard my reasons and found out how hard I’d worked to be able to do it.
Maybe. If I was lucky.
Kira was a damn fine friend and had more patience than a dozen people put together. He was also the only person I trusted to keep his mouth shut and had the skill to teach me what I wanted to do. There’d been a few dicey moments during the lessons Kira gave me in private after hours. I swear my eyebrows were just starting to grow back now from one of my less than successful tries to master the kidou. Thank god for my tattoos ‘cause nobody seemed to notice, and the last thing I wanted to do was explain why I had no eyebrows.
At one point, even I doubted I’d be able to master the kidou technique I’d wanted to learn. Kira never gave up on me though. He was an incredibly patient teacher and kept working with me even when I’d suggested I give it up as impossible. Kira had smiled at me and said he believed I could do it because it whenever I set my mind on something, I did it, no matter what it took.
Those had been some of the hardest two months of my life. I still couldn’t quite look at a piece of pork without feeling a little queasy. I’d turned more raw pork into charcoal when I first started trying to make the kidou work than would feed a family for a month. I hadn’t trained that intently with kidou even when I was in the academy and desperately needed to pass that class to graduate. Looking at the perfect red mark I’d put on Ichigo's neck, I thought it was worth the time, frustration and several weeks worth of my pay for pork I’d never eat.
“Renji?” Ichigo asked in a soft voice.
“Yeah?”
“Are you gonna tell me what you did or do I have to beat the snot out of you to find out?”
Ichigo didn’t need to say what he was asking about. There could be only one thing. Shit. Fine time for Mr. Oblivious to suddenly be paying attention to stuff happening around him. I shot a quick glance down at Ichigo and noticed for the first time just how close his hand had moved to my groin. A couple of inches more and he’d have my nuts in the palm of his hand. I could take a good, old-fashioned, knock down, drag out fight and come out of it grinning like a loon from the sheer pleasure of the fight. Having my stupidly powerful lover clenching my balls in his fist until I begged for mercy… not so much.
“Uhhh, I’m not sure what you mean,” I stalled as I wondered if I could move faster than Ichigo before he could de-nut me.
Ichigo raised his head from my belly and stared straight into my eyes. “Stupid, I’ve gotten way better at sensing reiatsu and shit since the war. You did something just before I came. I felt your reiatsu jump. Now, the skin on the back of my neck feels tight and hot, and it stung when you touched it. I know you didn’t bite me. That feels different. What the fuck did you do?”
“I…uhhh… well, you see,” I trailed off as every single explanation I came up with sounded stupid, girly or both. Ichigo really was gonna kill me.
Ichigo pushed himself up so he was sitting next to and facing me. I let out a tiny breath of relief when he rested his hands on his knees, that being a decent distance away from my groin. He frowned and set his jaw mulishly. I knew that look. He was worse than a dog with a bone when he wanted to know something.
“Start talking, Renji, or I swear I’m gonna go all ban kai on your ass until you tell me what you did.”
He’d do it, too. I could see it in his eyes. Not that I didn’t like a fight with him. I did. But the last time we’d really pulled out all the stops and used ban kai on each other, he’d kicked my ass but good, and I hadn’t gotten any ass from him for nearly two weeks. It wasn’t so much the lack of sex I’d minded as not being able to sleep with him in my arms for that long. I sighed. This was probably gonna hurt me way more than him once he found out what I’d done.
“I don’t like the way guys hang all over you, trying for an ass grab or trying to cop a feel. You never say shit or shove them away when that happens and it pisses me off. I want them to know you’re taken and to back the fuck off. I love you so damn much it….” I blew out a breath and looked down into my lap. “I… uhhh… I put a tiny mark on you that lets others know you’re off the market. Kinda… uhhh… marking my territory.”
“What guys? Chad? Keigo? Mizuiro? They’re my friends. It doesn’t mean anything when they do that. Marking your territory? Like what, a stray dog? Are you off your fucking nut, Renji?”
“Them and some of the Shinigami,” I said with a wave of my hand as I looked up at Ichigo. “That last time in the bar in Soul Society you were letting them hang all over you. Fuck, Ichigo, Yumichika was petting your hair!”
Ichigo’s eyes widened before he threw his head back and started to laugh. He fell to his back and clutched his sides, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. I scowled at him. I didn’t think having guys hit on him and him letting them was funny. I was being serious here. It was a good five minutes before he managed to get his laughter under control. Even then, the occasional snort still escaped. He turned his head to look at me, the smile he gave made my guts clench in uncertainty.
“You dumb, jealous fuck. Yumichika doesn’t see anybody else but Ikkaku in that way. Yumichika was brushing out the peanut shells you threw into my hair when you were half in the bag. Don’t you remember doing that? It’s you I love. God, how many times do I have to tell you before it sinks into your thick skull? I guess I should be thankful that you didn’t piss all over my house, or my shoes, or some dumb shit to mark this territory of yours, huh?” Ichigo said with a snort that sounded suspiciously like laughter.
He sat up, grabbed a hank of my hair and pulled me to him. His nose was touching mine and his eyes were very intense. A look I’d only seen a few times during the war came into his eyes. He gave my hair a sharp tug to make sure he had my attention. He meant business and was deadly serious. I’d be an idiot not to pay attention.
“Abarai Renji, I love you with all my heart no matter how stupid you act. That won’t ever change. We made a promise between us. You, better than most people, should know that I don’t break my promises. Now, what the fuck did you do to ‘mark your territory’? It stings like a son-of-a-bitch.”
Warmth spread through me. No matter how many times I heard him say it, I never got tired of hearing it. I think I needed to hear it, but I wasn’t about to say something that… girly. I knew I’d still have moments of jealousy no matter how sure I was of his feelings. I doubted I could change that, but maybe I wouldn’t make such an ass of myself next time. At least I hoped I wouldn’t.
“I had Kira teach me how to do a really small, specific kidou. I’d seen Captain Kuchiki do it once to put his seal on an order on the battlefield and… well… the more I thought about it, the better the idea seemed.”
“You put your name on me?” Ichigo said in disbelief, his eyes narrowing as his fingers gingerly touched the mark on the back of his neck.
“No. I’m not a complete moron. You’d have killed me for sure if I did that. It’s a stylized dog. Kira helped me with it. You know, for me being a stray dog and all.” I hoped that didn’t sound as lame as I thought it did. God, it’d seemed like a good idea at the time.
Ichigo continued to touch the kidou mark, his brow wrinkling. I was getting a little nervous when he didn’t say anything for a while and seemed to be thinking. Eventually he looked at me and folded his arms in front of his chest, pinning me with a hard stare.
“Okay, I can deal. My dad is gonna freak out when he sees it. He’s just barely cool with the idea of you and me being together. He might wanna kick your ass and I’m not gonna stop him. You, by the way, are gonna have to get something of mine permanently inked. If you get to mark your territory on me, it’s only fair that I get to do the same. I’ll let you know what and where when I decide.”
If Ichigo wanted to mark me as his, I was very cool with the idea. I liked the idea of belonging to him. I leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips. I may have been a stray dog when we’d first met, but I’d found a home with Ichigo. He was a territory worth marking and defending and I knew how lucky I was.