The Black Dragon Ch. 2

[only_dani]

The Black Dragon
Part 2

Author: Only_dani
Title: The Black Dragon Pt. 2
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Characters: Renji/Uryuu
Warning: No spoilers, just manXman sexing. Reader beware
Summary: A guy's night out leads Uryuu to try and teach Renji how to dance to dire results. Will the redheaded fukutaichou get the hang of things? Well you'll just have to read and find out won't you :)

Disclaimer: I dont own Bleach, nor do I make any money writing this. Its simply the product of my overactive imagination combined with my overwhelming urge to write.

Renji sat in the back seat trying to get a grip on his racing thoughts. When he had asked Ichigo about going clubbing he had thought that it was similar to the places he and his friends went to in Rukongai, expecting maybe a few games and some drinking to be had but when they had pulled in front of the wide, squat building, the thumping of music heard easily outside he realized how different it truly was. People mostly between the ages of twenty to thirty were lined up to get inside and once he passed through the doors the music was so loud he almost wished for earplugs. The dancing was unlike anything he had seen before either and he had watched wide eyed at the spectacle before him.

When he had teased Uryu about not knowing how to dance he was half expecting the archer to back down, give him one of his snide remarks or show off some half assed movements like many of the other drunken dancers knocking into people were doing. When Uryu met his eye with that air of determination and pushed his back up against Renji’s chest what he experienced next was not what he had ever expected from the young archer.

His body moved in graceful smooth lines, each step flowing into the next with such precision his mouth had dropped. Thankfully Uryu’s face was facing a different direction because if the archer had seen the look on his face Renji was pretty sure Uryu would have laughed at him and said something smart alecky and all knowing just to piss him off. Maybe it was because Uryu always seemed so uptight and prissy all the time; he simply didn’t expect the moves that he created and it took a few songs just to get the hang of not only how he was moving, but the fact that it was the tight assed Quincy doing it.

Once he got it the hang of things he started to really enjoy this real world dancing thing but then that one song came on and turned everything upside down. Uryu started arching his back, pressing his firm little rump up into the hollow between his hip and thigh, then sliding his hands up along his skin in the most tantalizing ways possible. His breath caught, his body reacted and his hands started moving, almost of their own accord along the planes of the archers body. He found Uryu’s skin was soft, his body tight with muscle and damn it every time he moved like that it sent Renji’s blood boiling.

Uryu had responded to his touches by pulling him even closer, his narrow pale fingers tangling into his hair, the touch of it making his skin prickle. He could smell him, the sweat of his skin and the sweet scent of his body pulling him further into the spell and when Ichigo broke them apart with his drunken comment he wasn’t sure if he was glad or not because just at that moment he felt Uryu shudder under his hands and Renji had almost flipped him around and kissed him.

He sat in the little vehicle now, his thigh brushing against Uryu with every bump in the road and each time it happened a little jolt shot through him at the contact. He kept his eyes trained on the passing scenery out the window and tried not to move, or even to breathe because if he did he was sure he would be able to catch that sweet salty scent once more. He had been offered to spend the night on Uryu and Chad’s couch since Urahara’s place was so far from where they currently were but he was of half a mind to walk back to the shoten across town just to get the evenings events out of his head. That would have been rude though and so he sat, thighs brushing and body jolting in the uncomfortable silence of the taxi.

When it finally pulled up to the apartment Renji got out of the vehicle with a little more alacrity than needed but luckily no one noticed and he went to the other side of the vehicle to help Chad out. Uryu was on the other side of him in a moment and each had an arm around the big guy, helping to guide him up the stairs.

“Man Sado how much did you drink?” Renji asked.

“You should know that he can’t hold his liquor very well.” Uryu grunted.

“Huh, you’d think with a body like that he could drink us all under the table.”

“I could see how one would think that but it’s apparently not the case.” Uryu said with a dark expression, cheeks slightly flushed under the weight of Chad’s arm.

Once they had gotten into the apartment they dropped Chad off in his room to sleep the night off and went into the living room.

“Man I was really looking forward to getting smashed with you guys tonight, by the looks of it the only ones that got there were Ichigo and Sado.” He looked over Uryu and saw the tension in his shoulders; the guy looked rather wound up for the end of a night on the town. “You look like you could use a drink.”

“I try not to indulge too much in that department but tonight I might need one.” Uryu said, leaning against one of the walls in the living room.

“Well you got anything in the house?”

Uryu’s forehead creased in thought for a moment. “Sake. My father brought it over the last time he came to visit.”

“Finally something I know!”

Uryu nodded and headed for the kitchen, frown still in place. Renji could hear him bustling around in the small space. He came back momentarily, two small cups and sake bottle in hand. He could almost feel the tension rolling off the archer; everything about him seemed tense, strung tight as a bow he thought with a smirk. He accepted the glass and drank the entire cup in one go, then poured himself another while Uryu sipped his with measured movements.

“Is something wrong?” Renji asked looking the archer over.

“It’s just been a long day. I’m fine.” He waved his hand airily across him but the frown was still in place and his shoulders hunched defensively at the comment.

“You don’t look fine.”

“Drop it Abarai.” Those piercing blue eyes held a warning in them and he lifted an eyebrow at the sight of it.

“Ok, ok Fine sorry.”

Uryu and Renji sipped their drinks in silence, Renji on his second, Uryu still on his first. Uyuu raised his head to look at the redhead and looked like he was about to say something but then his head dropped and shoulders slumped and an explosive sigh left him looking deflated and weary. He placed his little cup down on the coffee table, only half finished and stood up.

“I think I’m going to head to bed. I’ll get you some blankets for the couch.”

“Yeah thanks. And hey thanks for teaching me how to dance tonight, it was fun.” With that one comment the tension in his shoulders was back and his eyes became sharp as they looked Renji over. There was a long pause before Uryu gave him a forced smile. So that’s what had him wound up.

“Your welcome.” He said simply and Uryu gave him one more sharp assessing look before turning the corner down the hall. Renji sat on the couch thinking things over.

So it wasn’t just him that was affected by the night’s earlier endeavors. He knew he should feel better about that, knowing Uryu was just as affected as he was but all it managed to do was send his brain into overload thinking about earlier. The shudder that wracked the archers body, how he had pulled Renji closer to him on the dance floor, the way the archer looked when Ichigo had caught them dancing together, eyes wide and almost panicked. How he ran off like a fire was lit under his ass for the bathroom. The tension in his shoulders and the uncomfortable forced conversation all led to one conclusion.

His mouth went dry and he felt an all too well known twitch in one of his lower extremities at the realization. Uryu had not only lost himself in the music, he had been turned on.

And Renji had done it to him.

He should be laughing inwardly at the Quincy for it, maybe even teasing him about it but his own body was reacting in a way he had not expected, he was hardening at the thought and no matter what he tried to do to get himself under control it seemed his body had a different idea in mind. He sighed and pushed an errant lock of hair out of his eyes and leaned back on the couch.

He decided to think of things that had to be done, the paperwork he still had to finish before heading back to Soul Society, the chores he still had to do up at the shoten, the patrols he would be making around town but somehow each thought led him back to Uryu, skin glowing enticingly under that indigo shirt, hips moving in fluid motions, rubbing against his body. Hell even the smell of him was brought back to him and he dropped his head into his hands in defeat.

“I’m definitely not sleeping tonight.” He mumbled into his hands.

He had been waiting for Uryu to come back with his bedding but the kid still hadn’t shown up. The apartment wasn’t that big and it should have only taken him a few minutes at most to bring the articles needed for sleep. He waited a few more minutes before raising his head from his hands.

All he wanted was to get the bedding from Uryu and call it a night. The sooner that happened, the sooner he could leave and forget this whole thing ever happened.

“Ishida?” He said quietly before standing up and turning the corner.

***

Uryu stood at the end of the hall, blankets in hand and trying to calm his breathing. He saw the look on Renji’s face, the comprehension there before he left to get the blankets and seeing that had made his blood run cold. Fuck. He knows. No matter how he wanted to just leave him out there and hide in his room he couldn’t do that. It would not only be rude, it would be cowardly and one thing Ishida Uryu didn’t do was shy away from frightening situations. He had agreed with Chad earlier that night for Renji to stay over but he never would have thought how badly he might regret it until now. So here he stood holding the blankets, rooted to the spot.

“Ishida?” he heard Renji’s soft voice calling out from the living room and jumped a little, then cursed himself for it. Really it was only Abarai and once he gave the bedding over he could call it a night. He squared his shoulders, firmed his resolve and walked to the living room.

He turned the corner and ran smack into the redhead.

“Oof!” Renji’s breath was knocked out of him and he stumbled back, Uryu had stepped on his foot and Renji, in trying to regain his balance had grabbed a hold of the archer and both tumbled to the floor, Uryu landing on top of the redhead with a wail and blankets flying.

“Abarai?! what the fuck is-“ But he had stopped dead, unable to move, to breathe. His leg had wedged itself between Renji’s thighs and he could feel his half hard cock pressing into him. To make things worse, the realization of that had his own twitching and hardening against Renji’s stomach.

For a long moment there was complete silence in the room, heavy and thick with the understanding of each other. He chanced a look at Renji and saw he had a sheepish expression on his face, almost apologetic as dark red eyes looked back at him; he gave the smallest of shrugs. Any other time Uryu would have laughed outright at that look. It was so ridiculous as to be almost comical but right now all he could do was try to keep breathing. Then he felt it again, that reiatsu surrounding him, enveloping him once more and he moved closer, sliding his body so they were flush against each other.

“This is a bad idea, you know that right?” Uryu murmured. He was so close to the redhead now that he could feel his warm breath wash against his face.

“It’s a horrible idea.” Renji whispered with a little smile and he raised his head slowly, leaning up, Uryu’s head lowered just a fraction and their lips met. It was light, tentative and one of Uryu’s hands left the cool floorboards to slide neatly into the fall of crimson hair. Renji’s hands slid around his waist, warm and inviting, pulling him closer.

For a time that’s all it was, soft kisses and hands in place but it wasn’t enough for Uryu. He wanted to taste him, wanted to feel that slick muscle teasing along his own and he tipped his head slightly to the side, opened his mouth and sighed just a little. Renji groaned and brought one of his hands up to cup the back of Uryu’s head, pulling him closer and his tongue swept across the archers bottom lip. Then he was inside, dipping, tasting and teasing at his tongue.

His breath caught somewhere inside him at the taste, it was salty sweet with a hint of the sake they had both drank earlier and the flavor of it was dizzying. Both his hands were wrapped hopelessly in tangles of long red hair, impossibly soft and warm and his thumbs were stroking the soft skin behind each ear. Renji’s hand on his lower back tightened for a moment before moving lower and grabbing his backside, sending a shiver of pleasure through Uryu’s body. His hands were warm; every time the redhead touched him it was always so warm.

His heart was starting to pound and his chest was aching, he could feel it hammering against his ribcage with every dip and thrust of Renji’s tongue inside his mouth. He broke the kiss finally to gulp lung fulls of cool air and the lips he had been kissing trailed their way down to the column of his neck, nipping, biting, and kissing at the smooth expanse.

“Damn Abarai…” Uryu gasped as teeth closed over a sensitive earlobe and a pulse of pleasure shot through him, going straight to his groin.

”You like that huh?” Renji said in a gruff sultry whisper and chuckled softly as Uryu whimpered in acknowledgement. The teeth returned, dragging ever so lightly on his earlobe again, making his breath stutter slightly.

The sound of Chad’s muffled voice - whether in sleep or in waking he wasn’t sure - broke through the two bodies mangled together on the floor. Both froze their movements, breathing heavily. Uryu looked at Renji and could see that his eyes were dark, lips swollen from kissing and his cheeks were flushed with desire. The thought of Chad finding them on the floor like this was enough to pull Uryu into reality and he stood rather suddenly, grabbing Renji’s thin black tie to tug him along. He didn’t give himself time to think. If he did that he would realize just what was going on and who it was with and he didn’t want to think about that. Not just yet.

“My room. Now.” The words were harsh and gravelly and Renji heard it, his eyes lighting with a fierce hunger as Uryu pulled him along to his room.

When he closed the door to his bedroom he was pushed roughly up against it, Renji’s mouth hot and devouring in its need to learn every part of his own. His fingers fumbled with the tie and he pulled it off with quick jerky movements, then wrenched the black jacket off Renji’s shoulders so it could pool on the floor below them. He could feel his blood singing in his veins and buzzing in his ears. He had never really put a lot of thought into what it would be like to kiss Abarai but somehow he wasn’t surprised at the reckless abandon he put into every kiss and every touch. Just like everything else about the redhead, when he did something, he put his all into it.

His arms came around the redhead to his shoulders to pull him closer and one of Renji’s legs pressed between his inner thighs, grinding into him and he thrust into it, turning him into a writing moaning mess.

“Ah… Abarai!” Uryu gave a choked gasp as a particularly hard grind had him clawing at the broad shoulders above him.

“Renji. Say it. Say my name.” He growled, thick and low into the mess of his hair.

“R-Renji. Fuck.” His voice sounded needy and harsh, he didn’t even realize he could sound like that.

“God that sounds hot. You sound hot. I wanna see you, see you writhing like that under me. Where’s the light?”

Uryu scrabbled at the wall by the door, looking for the light switch. It was found momentarily and with a small flick of his wrist the dark room was illuminated with a soft glow from the bedside lamp.

His head was starting to spin, like he had drunk too much and he loved the feeling of it. He wanted more of those dizzying waves of reiatsu trilling along the planes of his body and kissed his neck, brushing long hair out of the way so he could taste the redheads skin. It was delicious, salty with a hint of musk and his mouth watered at the flavor. He found one of the tattooed lines along the side of his neck and nipped and sucked at it, wondering airily how far down those tattoos really went.

In fact, now that his mind had touched on that thought his fingers seemed intent on following through and his hands came to the top button of Renji’s blood red shirt. He noticed with mild irritation that his hands were starting to tremble but put that thought out of his mind, using what blood he had left in his brain to the task at hand. He could feel the warm skin beneath his fingers and with each button coming undone more of that tan, flushed, tattooed skin was revealed. He ran his fingers under the fabric of the half undone shirt just to feel it, feel him. His muscles were well etched into his body, hard and taught under his fingers and his skin was smooth and dry.

He was fully hard now and thrust once more into the leg pressed between his own. He could feel himself twitch again as he popped the last button and pulled the shirt off to land in some random direction on the floor. He pulled back a little to take in the half naked man before him. Long red hair framed his heavily tattooed forehead, his eyes were dilated and the deep red-brown of his irises were almost completely blown out with the black of his pupils from lust. His eyes seemed to burn, his face looked hungry and when Uryu’s hands came up to trace the black jagged tattoos that ran from neck to navel the hungry expression grew. Renji was gorgeous like this.

Uryu swallowed and quirked an eyebrow at the redhead, then encircled the small nub of one nipple with the tip of his finger. He liked the hum of approval he received and felt the little nub harden. When he took it between thumb and forefinger and gave it a pinch he was rewarded by a sharp intake of breath. He gave Renji a little smile at that and dipped his head, taking it between his teeth and groaned at the murmured ‘oh fuck yes’ that Renji sighed out above him. He took his time, letting the taste of salt-musk flood his mouth as he kissed his way to the other, flicking it with his tongue, nipping at it with his teeth.

Apparently Renji’s momentary stillness at Uryu’s ministrations had worn off at that and he lifted the archers shirt, rutching it up over his head. Uryu’s glasses fumbled on his face and he hissed at the cool air washing over him from the lack of shirt and Renji’s body heat leaving him as the redhead took his glasses completely off him and placed them carefully on the dresser. Then he was back, warm arms encircling him, pressing him back into the door and this time it was so much better. The heat of each others bodies wasn’t contained within layers of fabric and when chest met chest in another long drawn out kiss his body shivered at the sheer physicality of the heat rolling over him.

Hands were moving again, they were trying to feel all of each other at the same time. He wanted it - no he needed it - the pleasure that pulsed into him, filling his veins with delicious fire that coursed through his body, into his hands, his chest, and deep within his belly. His breathing was ragged, like he had been fighting all out for hours on end and broke the deep kiss to try and catch his breath.

“Damn Ishi- Uryu, you taste sweet, like candy. I wonder if all of you tastes this good.” Renji’s voice was thick and raspy with a seductive tone that made him groan and pull him closer. The redheads mouth was starting to trail down his body, licking and sucking on a firm clavicle bone, laving at the scar on the centre of his chest, nibbling at the taught muscles of his abdomen and lower still to tease at the narrow line of dark hair trailing into his pants. Uryu hissed and clawed at the wood of the door behind him at the sensations assaulting his senses. No one’s tongue should be that talented.

Renji knelt in front of him, hands resting on the top button of his pants, waiting for confirmation from the archer above him.

“Oh God do it. Take them off. Taste me.” His hands weren’t the only thing trembling now. His voice shook and cracked, but he met Renji’s eye with a glint. Even now he wouldn’t show him weakness, even if his body was surrendering to the desire rushing through him, making him shudder and tremble. Renji gave him a Roguish smile, eyes twinkling and popped the button, then worked the white fabric of the pants down his pale thighs.

When his underwear met the same fate as his pants and saw his dick bounce free, flushed pink and straining with need he couldn’t formulate a coherent sentence if he were paid to. Renji’s hand came up to encircle the base of it, lightly caressing the thin skin of his balls with the base of his hand and he forced his hips to stay still, not to buck into him. He watched in fascination at the redhead when a tentative pink tongue darted out to catch the single bead of pearly precum forming at the head. He moaned loudly, delving his hands into dark red hair and held on.

“You do taste sweet… Oh god damn.” Renji breathed. He felt the hot air against his prick and plunked his head against the door. He was sure his brain stopped working for a minute, positive of it in fact because at that moment he could feel Renji taking him, all of him in to the hot, wet heat of his mouth. His fingers dug into red hair and his body seized up. Then that tongue, that wonderful skilled tongue of his started doing things to him that had his legs quivering and his breath hitching and he lowered his head to watch.

His tongue was sliding up along the underside of his cock, tonguing the sensitive vein, sliding up over the blunt, pink head, swirling around and then back down again. The hand at the base of him moved to cup his balls, squeezing them gently before taking a hold of his hips. Every bob of Renji’s head and every lap of that tongue brought him closer to his beautiful end, that shining shimmering place of pure sensation. He could feel his stomach muscles tighten, his breathing was ragged again and he could feel a bead of sweat make a slow trail from his chin down to the base of his neck. He had to find his voice again, he just had to.

“Ah Renji I c-can’t…” With those stuttered whispered words the slick heat enveloping him pulled away and a deep throaty chuckle escaped Renji’s swollen lips.

“Not yet.” He whispered back and with that his hand came around to wrap restrictively around the base of him. He shivered at the feeling of it, the climax he was being driven towards was being pulled away from him and it was a rather strange sensation. Renji was starting to remove the pants coiled hopelessly around his knees; he placed a hand under each knee carefully, one at a time and removed the pants from each leg, then pulled each white sock off before placing each foot on the carpeted floor. He realized with a jolt that he was now completely naked and up against the door while the redhead still wore pants. He could feel Renji’s eyes looking him over, drinking all of him in and when he reached his eyes again they were dark and held a fire that he wanted so badly to burn through him. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are right now? Naked and sweating like that? God I just want to fuck you.”

Uryu let out a broken whimpering sound and wrapped his hands in red hair, pulling the redhead up to him to land sloppy crushing kisses over his mouth, his jaw, down his neck and back up again. The two started stumbling towards the bed and landed in a tumble of muffled curses and tangled bed sheets. They ended up with the archer lying on his back, legs spread wide with Renji on top between them. For a moment a flicker of uncertainty shined through Renji’s eyes.

“Have you ever fucked a guy before?” Uryu asked between pants.

“I know the mechanics.” A slow blush deepened the flush already staining his cheeks and at the sight of it Uryu quirked a wry smile.

“I’ll take that as a no then. It should be pretty close to sex with a girl, with one or two differences.” Uryu reached to his bedside table and opened the top drawer, fishing for the little bottle near the back.

“Wait what do you mean ‘should’, have you never fucked a woman before?” Renji looked amused at that. Uryu shrugged and his smile widened.

“I know the mechanics. Ah here it is.” He said quietly and closed the drawer, placing the little bottle under the pillow he was resting on for easier access. “I’ll tell you what you need to do, and right now you need to take off those pants, and anything under them.”

“Well that didn’t take long.” Renji said with a smile and started unbuckling his belt.

“What are you talking about?”

“Using that Quincy voice of yours, the one that sounds like you know everything.”

Uryu had a stinging reply ready but at the sight of those pants dropping to reveal more and more of that delicious tan, muscled skin the remark evaporated from his brain, as well any moisture in his mouth. The black pants and underwear met a similar fate as the rest of their evening wardrobe and were tossed carelessly on the floor of the once neat little bedroom.

He took in the sight of Renji kneeling in front of him, his long sleek limbs were thick with muscle, and the thick black lines of tattoos framing his body were enticing, begging to be traced with his hands, his tongue. He was sweating as well and a light sheen of sweat caught the soft glow of the light, making him glisten just a little. His stomach muscles stood out in sharp relief, catching the shadows and his eyes trailed down to the thin line of dark red circling his belly button, then lower to red curls that were so dark as to almost be black, and a long, thick pink erection that curved gracefully up to almost brush his flat abdomen. By Kami he was heart-stoppingly beautiful.

“Come here.” Uryu growled and reached out an arm to wrap around his neck, pulled him closer and kissed him again. He could feel every inch of him against his sweat slick body and it was wonderful. He could feel their erections pressing together and thrust against him. Renji hissed into his mouth and thrust back.

“So hot. Your skin is so hot.” Renji murmured against him between kisses he spattered along his cheeks, jaw and neck. He could feel that familiar clenching in his stomach and pulled back a little. If they were going to do this it needed to be now. He started fumbling under him before his hand found what he was looking for.

“Give me your hand.” Uryu whispered and when a large calloused hand came to rest in the narrow palm of his own he splashed it liberally with the clear warm fluid. By the looks of it Renji needed no other direction because the lubed up hand trailed its way down his body and slid easily into the cleft of his ass. He felt a finger probing him, tracing lightly the outline of his entrance. “One at a time.” He whispered and with that a single digit slid in easily to the first knuckle. Uryu shuddered and buried his face into a warm shoulder.
Renji was surprisingly gentle; he took his time with Uryu, sliding first one finger in until it slid easily all the way in and out. When the second was added he tensed a little but eventually relaxed as the painful stretching became easier, better. He started moving into each thrust of his fingers, arching his back and murmuring little words of encouragement into the redheads ear. Renji was slow, methodical and made sure Uryu enjoyed every minute of it.

“I need another… Please.” Uryu murmured into the waves of dark hair falling over his face and the two fingers inside him pulled out slowly to swirl around his entrance again before three slid in. his breath caught, he tensed again and the fingers stopped moving.

“I’m not hurting you am I?”

“No keep doing exactly what you’re doing. I’m fine.” And to prove his point he thrust into the hand inside him, asking silently to keep going. The fingers started moving again, slowly stretching him, working inside his body until he was moaning, gasping, needing more.

“I’m ready.” He said quietly and reached down to grab the hand working inside him. His hands were trembling again but this time it was more from anticipation than anything else. He placed a dollop of lube in the large hand and met Renji’s eye once more.

“Ok. Tell me if I hurt you.” With that he sat up a little and started slicking up his cock. He grabbed behind Uryu’s knees and pulled his rump onto the tan muscled thighs and leaned over, pressing the blunt head against him, into him. Uryu took a breath and clenched the sheets in his hands as the bigger man slid slowly inside him.

“Oh fuuuuuuck.” He heard Renji above him in a drawn out moan. Uryu closed his eyes at the new feeling. He could feel himself being stretched unbelievably and filled so completely as Renji slid all the way in. It hurt a little and the two stopped moving, the only sound in the small room being the harsh heavy breathing of the two. After a moment Uryu rocked his hips a little and the hands holding the backs of his knees clenched with an almost bruising force.

“So fucking tight. Oh God Uryu.” Renji’s voice sounded breathless and shaky and when Uryu opened his eyes he found Renji looking at him, wide eyed and tense. He leaned up a little, touching his forehead to the redheads.

“Move.” He whispered. Renji’s breath left him in a huff and he slid half way out and pushed slowly back in, then again and again. He worked up a slow steady rhythm until Uryu met every thrust.

A new sensation started working its way through the archer and he felt his hands clenching the sheets beneath him even tighter and his head snapped back. It wasn’t just Renji’s cock pushing into him, the warm sweaty body pressed against his own or the long red locks of hair dancing across the planes of his body. The feeling of Renji’s reiatsu broke over him and he could feel their spirit ribbons. They were swirling around them, between them, knotting, tying, braiding together, red on white swirling around his consciousness, flailing through the room as if caught in a terrible wind storm.

“Holy Fucking Hell!” Uryu cried. “The spirit ribbons…” He was experienced, had sex before, and enjoyed it too but this was unlike anything he had ever experienced before in his life. Their reiatsus filled the room, melding together; it tingled along his skin and roared in his ears so that he could barely move, barely breathe. The intensity of it was beyond anything he had ever imagined and each thrust brought another wave, another pulsating twist to those ribbons and he could feel it echoing deep inside him.

“You’ve never been with someone that has a strong reiatsu like mine before have you” He heard the words but they seemed far away somehow.

“No its- it feels like… Ah!” Another thrust, another ribbon tying them hopelessly closer.

“I’m everywhere?”

“Hah nng… yes”

“I can feel it too … you’re everywhere Uryu... Fuck. It’s like our spirit ribbons are tangling together or something… God its good… so good.” He wanted to respond, to agree wholeheartedly but words failed him and he grabbed on to the shoulders above him, hanging on for dear life at the feeling of being enveloped in this spiritual storm. The hands holding the backs of his knees came around to grip his waist and he instinctively wrapped his legs around the redhead above him.

The new angle brought Renji to that spot inside him and he cried out, his body jerked and arched back violently and his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

“There!” He cried and once again the redhead met with that spot. One of the hands on his waist found his cock, pumping it in time with their movements. It was getting to be too much. He felt like his sanity was being washed away, being pushed over the edge of some unseen cliff never to be seen again.

The ribbons were swirling around them like the fragmented thoughts inside his head were, clenching and bunching like his muscles every time Renji pushed inside him, tensing and flaring with every sweet delicious move they made together, bringing him closer to that edge, that blinding light and he changed their rhythm. He needed it harder, faster and he sped up, needing it desperate for it. He could hear the slapping of skin on skin in his ears, could hear the gasping hitching breaths Renji was making and he bit the shoulder his head was pressed into hard, tasting copper.

“Uryu!” Renji shouted above him and he could feel him tense and jerk inside him, filling his body with the liquid heat of his climax. The hand working his cock gave another tight jerking squeeze and the thin wire holding him together finally snapped. He could feel his stomach clench, the fire deep within his belly surged through him like a wildfire and he felt his balls pull up tight into him. He came hard, come spattering each of them, hitting the hollow of his neck, the scar on his chest, his stomach and the hand surrounding him.
He heard Renji groan and lean down, resting all of his weight on him and he raised a boneless arm to wrap around his waist. He could feel the body above him breathing rapid and shallow, still shaking with the aftershocks of his climax and could feel an echoing tremble in his own limbs. He felt heavy, like any movement made would take too much effort and his legs slid from around Renji to bounce lifelessly on the mattress beneath him. Renji eventually slid off, clumsy and slow to lay beside him on the narrow bed.

Renji turned his head a little from the shoulder he was breathing into to land a slow sweet kiss on Uryu’s lips. The salty sweet flavor was still there but it had changed somehow, it was sweeter, saltier, better. He pulled back from the kiss and lifted a heavy arm to push a lock of hair behind the redheads ear, caressing the soft pink shell of it.

“That was amazing.” Renji whispered and leaned up to give a small kiss to the end of his nose. It tickled and he wrinkled it in response and got a breathy laugh from the redhead.

“It definitely was.” His voice sounded dreamy, light and far away. “Does that always happen? The spirit ribbons I mean.”

“Not really. It’s usually just reiatsu flaring everywhere. I liked it though.” The dark red eyes looked him over, as if searching for something.

“I liked it too.” He said softly and the redhead smiled and nuzzled his neck just a little. Their bodies were starting to cool, sweat drying on their skin and Uryu sat up to reach over and grab the towel neatly folded on the chair by his desk. He cleaned himself up as best he could and handed the towel to Renji.

“Thanks.” He said and started mopping up his chest, cleaning the beads of come from earlier. Once he was done he handed the towel back. Uryu looked for a good place to put it and noticing the clothing bomb that had gone off in his room he sighed, decided that one more article really wouldn’t matter and placed it on the floor. He could clean up later.
He moved around a little, maneuvering the large blanket over the two and pressed his back against a warm chest. Renji’s arm came around him, heavy and strong.

“We need to do that again sometime.” Renji said quietly and Uryu snuffled a laugh into the blanket.

“Yeah. Just don’t push me up against any load bearing walls and we should be fine.” Renji barked a laugh and pulled him closer, both smiling as sleep took them down into sweet oblivion.

***

When Chad woke up it was with a searing headache. One of the slats of his blinds had a chink in it and bright happy morning sunlight landed in one of his eyes. Grumbling to himself he shook a little and made a mental note to fix them later today before rolling out of bed and stretching so thoroughly he could hear at least two pops from his back. He shuffled to the bathroom to relieve himself and grab an asprin before going straight to the kitchen for a glass of much needed water.

When he reached the living room he found blankets strewn across the floor and an open sake bottle with two glasses. It looked as if Ishida and Renji were in the process of celebrating more into the night but he found it strange that the blankets were thrown on the floor, like there was an emergency or something. Ishida was an insanely neat person, just like Chad which was probably one of the reasons why their living arrangement worked so well. He worried momentarily at what may have caused Renji to leave so quickly and looked around the room. If there was some kind of attack there was a possibility that he would have left his Gigai here but after a fruitless search he became more confused.

He was starting to get a little worried. Ichigo sometimes teased him about being a worry wart but he couldn’t help it, it was just a part of who he was. He tidied up the bedding and placed them neatly on the couch then went to check on Ishida. If there was some kind of hollow attack he usually would have woken up from a dead sleep or if not Ishida would have woken him up but with the evenings events he figured it would make sense that he would have slept through it. He closed his eyes for a moment to see if he could feel anyone’s reiatsu flaring but there was nothing. When he got to Ishida’s door he knocked lightly. There was no reply and thinking the archer may have left he cracked the door.

“Ishida?” He said quietly. His eyes widened at the sight before him. A trail of clothing led from the doorway to the bed and a crimson head rested snugly against black bangs. Chad closed the door quickly, blushing profusely. Headache and broken blinds forgotten for the moment he decided that maybe he would go out today. For all of today, just in case.

He grabbed his keys and his wallet as quietly as possible and slipped out the door with a small smile on his lips. Ichigo would never believe this… It’s a good thing Chad was good at keeping secrets.