I Hate Everything About You, Chapter 2
Summary: Ichigo and Renji accidentally lock lips whilst they are wrestling. They try to ignore the-kiss-that-never-happened, but what will they do when they discover they have feelings for each other? Yaoi, Ichigo/Renji, Chapter 2 now up! Beta’d by cantcutccc . Rated R for later chapters.
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Chapter 2.
My name is Ichigo Kurosaki. I always get what I want when I put my mind to it. When I stood no chance of rescuing Rukia in the soul society, when I trained to become a soul reaper, and when I protect my friends and family. I find myself indulging in the unattainable, desiring something so wrong I wonder why I even want it. But I can’t help wanting it - no, him, Renji, the fool who acts like a teenager, with those stupid tattoos all over his body and his pineapple shaped hair style.
It started off as a joke, just a simple thought that came to mind when that idiotic Shinigami had wrestled me to the floor, somehow locking lips with him. To begin with, I passed it off as a mistake and we continued to argue and fight like before. I don’t even know what made me do it. What made me press my mouth hungrily to his, sparking something between us that was unexplainably sensual, soft and… well, nice? I would have preferred to ignore this. Whatever the reason, I’m finding myself wanting, craving, lusting after that man. The same man who once pissed me off so badly all I could do is punch and swear.
We’ve not spoke about it. Perhaps it’s easier to continue doing what we usually do - fight, wrestle and argue, rather than speak? It is more than just fighting to me; I crave his touch, his voice, his warmth. However, the only contact I allow myself with Renji is through our zanpakutōs, and maybe, when our swords clash, held between us, I can hold away these thoughts of mine.
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Ichigo was interrupted from his thoughts as his balcony window was pushed aside. Ichigo’s breath hitched, knowing who was about to step through the window. There could only be one idiot who doesn’t know how to use a bloody door.
Ignoring the intruder, Ichigo pretended to be asleep. He could hear feet padding lightly across the floor, paper shuffling on his desk. Then, a loud thump! Ichigo hid his laugh with a cough and his trademark frown. Getting up to see Renji placing everything back on the desk that was scattered on the floor.
“What the hell are you doing here, Renji?”
It was Renji’s turn to frown, his contorted face suppressing his wolfish grin, “You’ve been avoiding me.”
“If I was trying to avoid you, don’t you think I would have left before you got here? Idiot!” snapped Ichigo, annoyed. Ichigo pressed his hand to his forehead, sighing as he dragged his fingers over chapped lips and scowled further at the other man.
Silence. It was raining. The wind whistled furiously, rain pitter-pattered against the window pane and engines grumbled outside.
“Leave. Now,” said Ichigo. Silence, once more. “Did you not hear me? Fuck, Renji! You deaf as well as stupid?”
Renji growled, lunging forward and pinning the substitute soul reaper against the wall. “When did you turn into such a coward? The hell you so scared about?”
Breathing and heart rate quickened from the overpowering heat of Renji pressed firmly against him. Ichigo was finding it unbearable to be near Renji.
“You don’t scare me.” The intensity from Renji’s amber eyes caused Ichigo to tremble and pant, his breath quick and harsh. Scowling, eyebrows set into a deep furrow, Ichigo tried to flinch, to move away from the hold, but to no avail. Renji grabbed his shoulders, hard enough to leave a bruise, and shoved him back against the wall. Their mouths were inches apart, hot breath ghosting over their mouths.
Their lips brushed fleetingly, teasingly as Renji whispered, “You’re a fool, Ichigo,” speaking softly.
Something vibrated against Ichigo’s thigh.
“Renji,” panted Ichigo. His hand slipped between their bodies, down the hard, firm chest. Ichigo smirked as he felt Renji’s chest rise and fall faster. His hand continued on its search, teasing around a prominent bulge. Renji gasped. Ichigo’s fingertips slid in to grab onto the hard object that was concealed.
“Hollow,” they said at the same time. Ichigo flipped open Renji’s phone, closed it and tossed it towards the rightful owner. Ichigo pressed his badge against his chest, his body falling to the ground with a light thump as they both jumped out of the window; towards the hollow and into the night.
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Renji fell backwards, to lean against the stone wall behind him, his breath heavy. Blood was dripping from a gash on his forehead, stinging his eyes as it rolled and dripped down the side of his face, into his mouth. He wiped at his lips, spitting the fluid out as he caught his breath. He was staring at the ground, groaning as blood spattered onto the floor.
Ichigo, on the other hand, was standing opposite, curiously watching the other man. He had left the battle with the hollow practically unscathed.
“You alright, old man?” Ichigo raised a single eyebrow in question. Renji grunted in reply, not acknowledging the other.
“Fool,” whispered Ichigo, with surprising softness to his voice. Ichigo reached a hand forward, lightly easing it down the side of Renji’s face which was covered in blood. He brushed it away. Renji’s eyes stared back into Ichigo’s, searching. As soon as the tender moment began, it was over. Ichigo pulled away.
“You think you can get back to Urahara’s shop in one piece?”
“Who do you think you’re talking to, strawberry?” replied Renji, rolling his shoulders back, stretching out sore muscles. Renji’s lips curved into his wolfish grin.
“Goodnight,” Renji muttered. He said louder, “Ichigo?”
Ichigo did not reply. His eyes were fixated onto one spot, specifically Renji’s mouth which was still curved into a huge smile.
Ichigo closed the gap between them, placed lips against lips, arms locked around Renji’s neck in a tight embrace. Lips searched, stroked, brushed. Ichigo’s tongue ran the length of Renji’s bottom lip, as if tracing the lines of Renji’s smile.
Ichigo coaxed Renji’s mouth open with his tongue and savoured the feeling and taste of Renji’s mouth, as it brushed against his own.
Renji’s kiss was needy, urgent. Large hands moved up the nape of Ichigo’s neck and pulled him in closer for a deeper kiss. Teeth clashed, lips moved hungrily and their breath came out in harsh puffs of hot air. Renji broke away from the kiss, and resting his lips on Ichigo’s cheek, he panted, lost for words.
“Goodnight, Renji,” Ichigo finally replied. “And don’t call me strawberry,” he then raised a small smile. The first of the night, and the first one of months.
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