FIC - United Front: Ch. 2 - Sidetracked ~Renji/Ishida ~NC-17

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Story Title: United Front
Chapter: 2 - Sidetracked
Pairings/Characters: Abarai Renji and Ishida Uryuu
Spoilers: mild spoilers for the Heuco Mundo manga arc.
Warnings: angst, yaoi, oral sex
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,508
Description: Renji gets happily distracted
Beta(s):  2metaldog
A/N: I wrote a one-shot for this back in August, that will now be considered chapter one. If you need to read or re-read that chapter, it’s here:  Chapter 1 Third Base

It’s currently plotted out for 8 to 10 chapters, but as I’ve found with trying to write chapter 3 and 4 this story tends to have a mind of its own. Since this is the first multi-chapter story I’ve ever posted I don’t know how fast or slow each chapter will be, but I am hoping after the holidays to polish and post a couple more.

Dedication:  vayshti because RenIshi is her OTP and I promised ages ago that if I ever wrote them again it would be for her. Also, I totally missed her birthday and hope this makes up for forgetting. *facepalm*  

Chapter 2 - Sidetracked

Renji watched Ishida’s spectacular ass sway on the walk to the bathroom to clean up. He thought he really should follow. Now that the afterglow had started to die, he was feeling mighty gross. Besides, a little foreplay in the shower couldn’t hurt. It might even help to get things rolling again so Ishida could top.

Renji was in complete denial about Ishida saying he was in love with him. Love was a big deal for a shinigami, probably more so than for a human because of the relatively small community. A soured relationship was big news around Soul Society. Not to mention, the awkwardness that accompanies a broken relationship with a former lover who is impossible to avoid during routine duties. That was one of the biggest reasons he rarely engaged in anything more than casual sex or simple fucking. Fewer strings, fewer issues, and less chance for hurt feelings and retribution, which could be dangerous in the close quarters of Soul Society.

Renji sighed. He was definitely going to have to think about everything Ishida said, but later when his brain was actually engaged. He really needed to wait until his dick wasn’t in charge, and obsessively contemplating how good it would feel to pound some hot Quincy ass into the mattress.

For now though, he was definitely going to follow that firm little ass into the shower and see if he could stir Ishida up again. Maybe now that Ishida accepted the fact that they were going to be lovers, he would loosen up a little - but just a little. Ishida wouldn’t be the same if he wasn’t at least a little uptight.

“Oi, Ishida, want some company?” Renji padded into the bathroom after his hot little lover. He stood in the doorway taking in the tiny washroom and Ishida standing at the toilet, his back to Renji.

Squawking like his ass was on fire, Ishida moved to try to preserve some modesty. “Abarai! What the hell? Get out. I don’t share the bathroom with anyone! Ever!”

“Geez, Ishida we just fucked each other’s dicks and you don’t want me to see you pee? Damn man, you’re even more prissy than I thought.” Renji’s low chuckle seemed to awaken Ishida’s condescending attitude and alleviate his residual embarrassment. It was almost too easy to manipulate Ishida sometimes, but Renji liked that aspect of his archer just fine.

“Nice, real nice. I can’t believe I let you kiss me with that mouth.” The tension left Ishida’s shoulders. “I hate to admit it though, you’re right.” Ishida sighed and finished. “Honestly I can’t believe the number of times you’ve been right today. It must be a new record for you.”

“Ah, now there’s my snarky little boyfriend, back from hibernation.” Renji snickered.

“Hibernation? My, my… such a big word for such a little brain. Wherever did you hear that from?” Ishida smirked.

“Okay, smartass, enough verbal… whatever it is you’re doing. Get in the shower with me and let’s wash this shit off.” Renji stepped into the shower stall and bent to turn the water on. He grimaced as the substance on his belly cracked and pulled at his pubic hair. “I think it’s turning into cement. Must be your cum. I’m too easy going to have mine turn into rock. You on the other hand are such a hard ass.” Renji grinned unrepentantly.

“It’s called repartee you stupid baboon! And ejaculate always gets sticky and flaky when it starts to dry.” It never ceased to amaze Renji how easily he could stir Ishida up. The fact that is was so much damn fun, just made him happier.

“There’s no way I’m getting into the shower with you, either. We’ll never get clean. Hey! Quit peeing down the shower drain, you stupid shinigami. Weren’t you ever taught any manners at all? Even if you’ve got the water running, that’s repulsive. I just washed this down yesterday.”

Renji decided his day was complete. He loved it when Ishida called him names and yelled at him. With his Quincy, it meant he cared enough to notice. Besides, Ishida’s outrage was one of the things Renji enjoyed most about his prudish lover. The ease with which he could tease Ishida was probably his favorite leisure activity, especially since getting a rise out of Ishida was nearly impossible for people he didn’t care about.

“Ha, ha, ha. I knew I could piss you off without even trying. Give it a rest Ishida. It can’t be any worse than the rest of the shit we’ll be washing off in a minute.” Renji grabbed the archer’s arm and dragged him into the shower. He pulled their bodies flush against each other.

“Eeep!” Ishida’s undignified yelp was just more entertainment for him.

Renji wondered sometimes how Ishida managed to keep from getting an ulcer with all the little things that bothered him or he couldn’t control. His boyfriend really needed to lighten up some and Renji was determined to teach him how.

His thoughts completely derailed, though, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the erotic feeling of Ishida squirming, his chest pressed to Renji’s front, all naked and wet. “I really wish I were ready again. Shower sex is a lot of fun, but since you’re too short to take me in here, I’ll have to wait anyway. One of these days though, I am so going to fuck you in the shower.”

Ishida blushed prettily and cleared his throat. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up. Your communicator could go off any minute and we don’t want to be running around still sweaty and smelly.” Renji reluctantly released his sticky, wet lover.

Ishida leaned out the shower stall and busied himself with getting soap, shampoo, and washcloths from the cabinet just around the edge of the shower wall, while Renji once again admired that remarkably taut ass.

Stepping out from under the water, Renji snaked his arms around Ishida, pressing his front fully against the archer’s back. He whispered gently in Uryuu’s ear, “Don’t be shy again Ishida. The sex was good and it will only get better as we get more used to each other. I’ll teach you whatever you want and maybe your genius brain can come with a few things I’ve never thought of. Sex should be fun, and I like to talk about it, especially with you. You have to know by now that I would never do anything that you wouldn’t want. I’m pretty sure though, if I’m patient enough, you’re going to let me do anything I want to this strong, sexy body in my arms. Aren’t you?” The last sentence more growl than actual words, Renji followed it with a gentle nip to Ishida’s ear.

An intense shudder passed through Ishida’s body and Renji could all but feel the lust coil through every pore in his lover’s body. Ishida was trembling and even hotter to the touch than before.

“Yes,” he groaned almost inaudibly into Renji’s ear.

He could see Ishida losing his grip on the items in his hands and slowly divested him of them before they fell to the stall floor. Renji wanted nothing more than to flip Ishida around and kiss the life out of his arrogant sexy mouth. With the lust roiling off Ishida in waves, Renji imagined he was having similar thoughts. Although, they were probably more along the lines of stupid, sex crazed shinigami.

Abruptly Renji pulled them both back under the hot water, and then laughed at Ishida’s squawk of protest. “Oops, sorry! You’re right, though, we really need to get clean. If we don’t start soon, I’m going to get hard again and then being clean will be the last thing on my list of stuff to do.” Renji grinned despite the remorse of having to do the right thing.

Spluttering under the water briefly, Ishida remained quiet allowing Renji to observe him curiously and without protest. It was interesting to Renji how Ishida could be pissed and yelling one minute, and then quiet and thoughtful the next. The abrupt changes always made Renji wonder what huge problem Ishida was trying to solve. Now though, he wondered if Ishida’s quiet bode ill. Instead of dwelling on it though, Renji put it aside. Now was not the time to worry, when he had Ishida wet and in his arms.

Renji grabbed the shampoo he had set aside a moment ago and squirted some into his palm. Ishida’s eyes seemed to be fixated on Renji’s hands and the light blush he sported was adorable but a bit puzzling. Renji supposed there would be a lot of new things they would discover about each other as they spent more time together as lovers. Renji was definitely interested in any exploration or discussions Ishida wanted to pursue.

Gently pulling Ishida from the water, Renji shut it off. He began massaging the shampoo into Ishida’s hair and scalp. Watching those captivating blue eyes close in what could only be termed bliss, he wondered if anyone had ever washed Ishida’s hair for him. His Quincy was so closed off about his past, but the glimpses he did get convinced him that Ishida may have had many advantages, but he’d probably rarely had affection.

Renji watched the tension slowly seep from Ishida’s body. It was wonderful to see that beautifully slim, yet muscular body relax under his care. With the way Ishida was leaning into him and making soft noises of arousal, he was pretty sure it wouldn’t be long before both of them were ready for round two. He just hoped his communicator wouldn’t signal any trouble in the next hour or three, because he’d meant it when he said he wanted Ishida to top first. Renji was determined to show Ishida as slowly as possible how much pleasure could be had from playing the bottom. Although he’d never been known to last all that long when he was being penetrated, Renji was sure Ishida would still be able to see how good it could feel to be the bottom. He’d certainly last longer than his and Ishida’s docking encounter earlier, but there was just something about letting go and having someone else in control during sex that flipped his switch in a major way. So, he’d just have to make sure Ishida got to enjoy a lot of foreplay, both giving and receiving, before they got down to business.

Before he’d even gotten past massaging his lover’s scalp, Ishida was practically putty in Renji’s callused fingers. Working his way down that slim neck, over clearly defined shoulders and biceps, Renji realized the amount of strength and training it must take to wield that Quincy bow with such deadly accuracy. He continued to rub down his lover’s sleek body, kneading taut muscles and working out the kinks.

At first, he thought it should worry him, how little verbal reactions he seemed to draw from Ishida, until Renji remembered how much it took to get real reactions even when the Quincy was in excruciating pain. He supposed being closed off for so many years made it harder to let go for any reason, even if it was for pleasure. Physically Ishida was already letting go; his muscles complying with the request in Renji’s fingers as he coaxed them into relaxation. Maybe he could teach Ishida about being more vocal in his pleasure as well.

As he got closer to Ishida’s hips, he increased his pace so the archer didn’t have time to tense up before he bypassed all the sensitive areas to continue the massage down lean, muscular thighs and calves. It had been a long time since he’d had the opportunity to care for someone this much. Hell, it’d been even longer since he wanted to care for someone this much.

Finishing off the sensual attention, Renji lifted each foot and applied gentle but firm pressure to certain points to help Ishida relax even further. Pushing Ishida gently backwards, Renji flipped the water on again and rinsed his lover with as much care as he’d washed him. He felt exceptionally accomplished when Ishida moved like a puppet on strings without any words and very little prompting.

While the Quincy stood under the pounding water lost in sensation, Renji quickly and efficiently scrubbed himself from top to bottom before joining his lover under the water to rinse as well.

When they were both clean, Renji turned the water down to a slow cascade over Ishida’s back, grabbed the soap and tenderly washed his lover’s cock and balls, ignoring the tension seeping back into Ishida as he cleaned that beautiful white ass. He couldn’t seem to help himself and continued lathering up that tight rear, insistently pressing on the tantalizing entrance on every pass, but never breaching it.

“Unghnnn… Renji, wh…? What are you…? Ugnhh… What are you doing? Oh gods, that feels good. Don’t stop.”

“Hee, ha, ha. Not a problem, but I really was serious about you topping first. So, how about we enjoy a little fore play in the shower and I can prepare myself to take your cock. That way, I’ll be all ready to go when we hit the sheets?” Renji practically growled the last few words as he knelt in front of the archer; pushing him back just enough so the water spilled down his chest to rinse the growing erection he was quickly becoming fascinated with.

“Huh, uh, ah, okay. Um, wh…? What do you wa... want me to do? AH!” Renji slipped the hardening member into his mouth, lightly sucking on the head and Ishida nearly collapsed. Without Renji’s hands on Ishida’s backside, he surely would have hit the shower floor.

“Damn, Ishida, you taste so good. I can’t believe you made me wait this long. If I suck you off now, how soon can you get it up again?” Renji reached back and turned the water completely off. “Fuck it! I don’t care. I have to have a taste, a real one.” Renji continued to gently but insistently assault the puckered hole on each pass with his hands, while his mouth proceeded to nibble, lick, suck, and swallow the cock in front of him.

Skillfully pushing the foreskin back with his lips, Renji felt heat pooling in his own stomach as Ishida’s quiet moans and whimpers encouraged him to continue. When he pressed his tongue to the underside of Ishida’s cock, he also slid one hand forward and caressed his lover’s balls. At the next passage of his palm over Ishida’s balls, he felt them draw up in anticipation. He also became aware of the small sway to Ishida’s body as he snuck the tip of his tongue into the tiny slit in his lover’s cock. Just as Renji breached that puckered virgin entrance with one soap-slicked finger, Ishida shouted and arched further into Renji’s waiting mouth, orgasm ripping through him and making him shake violently. At Ishida’s release, Renji swallowed his lover’s cock, causing Ishida’s knees to buckle abruptly.

Renji easily caught the archer and held him close while continuing to swallow around the cock in his throat. He’d had to remove the tip of his finger from that beautiful ass for fear of hurting Ishida when his legs collapsed, but he didn’t think the archer noticed or cared.

He’d been right, though. Ishida tasted astonishing; if wild and lusty was a flavor… that was Ishida. “I thought you’d taste like antiseptic or something as hygienic as you are, but damn, Ishida you taste like days on end of wild passionate sex.”

“Urgnh…”

“Hehehe, oooookay. Let’s sit you down here until you can think again.” Renji briefly flipped the water back on to rinse the soap off his hands and Ishida’s ass and balls. Sitting back against the stall wall Renji pulled Ishida on to his lap. He was even careful to avoid putting his erection near any place that would make Ishida nervous.

“Let me know when you’re in the same room with me again.” Renji gathered his lover close and shut his eyes. He couldn’t remember the last time sex had been this much fun, especially since he hadn’t even gotten off yet. Oh sure, it was supposed to be fun every time, but sometimes in his busy, stressful life, it was just a means of release to loosen the tension that seemed to pound at him.

He felt Ishida shift in his lap, just before he felt the soft kiss on his lower jaw. “I know I’m not supposed to thank you for sex, but Renji… thank you. I can’t imagine letting go like that without trust. That was truly incredible.” Ishida snuggled tighter into the wet nape of his lover’s neck and awkwardly slung his arms around the tattooed waist. “I love you,” Ishida muttered as he drifted into the twilight of sleep.

Renji nuzzled the drowsy man in his lap. “Oi, Ishida. Don’t fall asleep. Shit man, come on. I’m still hard as a rock and I’ll be molesting you in about five minutes if you don’t help me out here.”

“Umnf… ugh, Renji… the hell.” Ishida yawned. “… do expect me to pound…” Snuggling in tighter, he continued his sleepy half-broken thoughts. “… your ass. …horny teenager, but… I’ve limits.” Ishida’s further relaxed state convinced Renji Ishida really was falling asleep.

“Ishida, damn it! Oh for fucks, sake.” Renji’s resigned sigh was completely at odds with his tense body. “I’ve waited this long, a couple more hours won’t matter.” He supposed after the previous few days of tense fighting, and coming twice in less than an hour had probably wiped Ishida out. Renji doubted the Quincy took matters into his own hands to relieve the tension very often. Jacking off for someone as fastidious as Ishida was probably difficult and only done when absolutely necessary. He could be wrong, but Renji doubted it. One look at Ishida’s tiny joyless apartment was enough proof for Renji that his lover didn’t take care of his own comfort and needs nearly often enough.

Renji stood with the Quincy in his arms. Ishida was surprisingly heavy for how slight he looked. Must be all those muscles from running and shooting, Renji mused.

Banging was heard from the front room. “Uryuu answer this door right now!”

Ishida startled awake and tried to stand, nearly knocking them both to the floor. Only the tiny shower stall walls kept Renji from toppling over and taking Ishida with him. In his panic, Ishida nearly spilled them both out of the shower stall again as Renji was setting him on his feet. Renji hadn’t seen anyone go from virtually asleep to outright panic that fast since his Rukongai days. It would have been amusing if it weren’t so disturbing. Nothing bothered Ishida that much except maybe Ichigo or Mayuri. No one else ever managed to get such a violent reaction from his Quincy lover.

“Shit, shit, shit! It’s Ryuuken.” When Ishida saw Renji’s blank look he elaborated. “My father; it’s my father! Oh, shit. Stay here. Do not come out. I don’t care what you hear, Renji. Please. Just. Stay. Here!”

Ishida quickly stood on tiptoes to plant a kiss on Renji’s lips before dashing from the bathroom. Renji sauntered after him and stood in the bathroom doorway, once again watching his lover’s fabulous ass. Ishida grabbed his dirty pants from bedroom floor, hopping and stuffing his legs into them. It was rather humorous to watch despite Ishida’s obvious panic. However, the fact that Ishida put dirty pants on despite the fact that he was wet and clean, told Renji explicitly how flustered and distressed Ishida truly was. As soon as the pants were up, Ishida rushed from the bedroom and made his way to the apartment door.

Even from the washroom doorway, Renji could feel Ishida pulling in his reiatsu and composing himself for the impending confrontation. Thinking it might be best to do the same, at least for Ishida’s sake, Renji pulled in his reiatsu as tightly as he could. He debated on whether to try and hide it completely, but discarded the thought. If Ishida senior was even remotely as good at sensing reiatsu as his lover was, then Ryuuken knew before he even pounded on the door that there was a shinigami inside this apartment.

The calm and collected response Ishida gave his father was impressive, even if a little loud. Never one to follow orders well or to be left out, Renji grabbed a towel off the bathroom shelf and slung it around his hips. He wandered into the bedroom so he was close enough to hear the entire discussion, but still not be seen. Renji was definitely interested in this turn of events. His neglected cock would not be thanking him any time soon, but he didn’t really mind the interruption. It would be worth it to find out more about Ishida and his closed past.

***   End chapter 2

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