Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Admissions Under the Moon ❯ Admissions in a Love Hotel ( Chapter 2 )

Admission

Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. Tite Kubo created the characters, which are licensed by Shonen Jump.  I earn no money from the writing of this fan fiction and mean no harm to the anime/manga.

No sooner had they left the park than Renji scooped Rukia up under the arms and back. She yelped, catching hold of his neck and glowered at him. The sense of déjà vu was uncanny because it reminded her of another recent time when he had carried her.

"Put me down, idiot!" Rukia protested.

"Shaddup," Renji said. An audible and playful swat cracked on her backside making Rukia yelp.

"Watch it! Don't do anything else like that again," she warned.

"You're not fun," Renji began.

"Not till we get into a bedroom," said Rukia panting.

"And get interrupted? No way," Renji snorted. "No, I've got a better place in mind."

"Who could... oh yeah... we don't want any 'sensitives' like Don Kannonji seeing us. On the other hand, restless souls. Tatsuki complained enough as it is," said Rukia. Renji smiled conspiratorially, carrying Rukia effortlessly as he took another tightrope walk on a wire between poles.

"Ahh here we are," Renji said a half hour later.

Rukia saw the flashing neon sign and a tasteful series of hearts. At least one couple entered the office of the establishment, holding hands and giggling demurely. Rukia's eyes almost popped out when she noticed who they were.

"Renji, bad move," she hissed, pointing down. Holding her tightly Renji dropped into the shadow of the building. Both Shinigami poked their heads around to see a dark haired slender main slid his arm around the waist of a girl in what appeared to be sweat pants. Her spiky hair was distinctive, while the arm around her waist glistened with a bracelet that was equally characteristic. Streetlight shimmered from the five pronged cross on the wrist rosary. As he turned his head to the side, his glasses flashed.

"Oh gimme a break! The Quincy's shacking up here?" Renji complained.

"Who, you mean Ishida..." gasped Rukia in surprise, then saw who his female companion was. Covering her mouth with one hand, she suppressed a giggle.

"Isn't that the tomboy who won't let the Princess near the 'substitute'?" Renji smirked.

"Well well," Rukia sniggered. Renji set her down carefully, and they continued to watch. There was no way that they had been avoided being seen, but Tatsuki Arisawa's nervous glances around were soothed when Ishida rubbed her back.

For a moment, the Quincy glanced up and his blue eyes narrowed. Rukia ducked behind the building when he locked gazes. Yep, he had seen them. A loud, "Humph' echoed up and both Shinigami tensed.

"He should laugh. He's the one paying for a love hotel," Renji grunted.

"What makes you think that this is a good idea?"

"That's what people do here. They won't notice two Soul Reapers when they..." Renji began before Rukia clapped a hand over his mouth.

"I heard something, Uryuu, I swear it," Tatsuki bristled, her hand on the handle of the door.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I shall deal with it forthwith," the Quincy assured her. "Don't tell me you're frightened in my..."

"If anybody from the school catches us and gossips, I'll clobber you," the tomboy vowed.

"I'm sure that whoever it is won't risk exposing themselves," Ishida said in a louder tone. Rife with implication, its significance was not lost on the two soul reapers.

"Okay, it's a cinch we need to work on hiding our reiatsu," Renji complained.

"Got any better ideas, smartass?" Rukia asked.

Smirking, the Quincy then reached around his companion and opened the door for her. She stepped up and he followed. His last glance up for good measure showed his seriousness. Then catching Rukia's eye he smirked. She felt herself shiver with excitement and caught hold of Renji's hand. His fingers laced through hers and they heard the clang of the door.

"Don't tell me you're backing down," Renji whispered, lips tickling her ear.

"No, but I don't think many of the rooms are vacant except... there is one a bit down from us. But I'm not going to look if someone comes in," said Rukia forcefully.

"Your high level elite powers will tell us so I can kick their ass," Renji nodded. Hand in hand, they traversed the roof to the room empty of any reiatsu. No soul ribbons fluttered out of the windows so the soul reapers slipped their spirit forms through the molecules of the roof rather than climb in any windows. IT dissolved around them and they landed on a carpeted floor. It was rather small but neat.

Rukia giggled, pointing to the walls. Renji blinked incredulously at the pink and white bunnies festooning one wall. "You see, that's a sign there this is a good idea," he said triumphantly.

"You know how much trouble we could get in snogging on the job?" Rukia asked, with a gleam of mischief in her eyes. Both Shinigami took in the double bed, set with apricot silk pillows and a deep red comforter the shade identical to Renji's hair. Tugging his hand Rukia led him to the bed before she sat down on it. Renji sat next to her and then pressed the flats of his hands down. Rukia yelped when he bounced on it, almost knocking her off the edge.

"These beds are too soft," Renji quipped. "What idiots don't see the good sense of sleeping on the floor like we do?"

"It's good enough for me," Rukia said, licking her lips. Renji watched with interest as she walked on hands and knees towards him. Playfully he scooted to the center of the bed and rested his back against the pile of pillows. Soft pink lighting cast them both in its glow, the scent of peppermint and cinnamon infusing the air. He did stop to question just who had left the lights on.

Rukia's face blocked his view. She climbed on top of him and then bent down to kiss him. Her hands grabbed at his robe while Renji parted his legs. For a moment, he reached down to his sword strap and she helped him unfasten Zabimaru from his hip. Likewise, he assisted her in removing her own zanpakuto in its sheath, and then set them to the side of the bed.

"It's so beautiful," Renji said, fingering the hilt.

"Who, Sode no Shirayuki?" she asked.

"Both you and she, but especially its owner," Renji answered.

He moaned contentedly as he opened his mouth and drank in her kiss. Her fingers untied the sash of his kimono, and parted the halves. Tugging up the under shirt, she then opened it as well. Then she gave an amused smile when she glanced down and ran her hand along the dark markings forming a V shape on his chest. Her fingers caressed the tiger like stripes on his ribs. Renji glanced down with interest, letting her play and look as much as she wanted. It was evident she liked what she saw. Softly she kissed along each mark, licking and nipping. Renji moaned, enjoying the soft touches that sent fire tingling through his body.

"Just how far down your body do these go again?" she winked.

“Be my guest and find out,” he invited, licking his lips. Renji glanced at the tie of his hakama that she playfully tugged open next.

She pulled the ends of his long undershirt out of them, and then eased them down. Her eyes widened at the dark markings on his hips. He bent his knees so she could pull the pants down to the level of them. Renji snickered, loving the surprise present in her violet eyes. She noticed the prominent dark stripes along each hip that coordinated with the others, and even the hint of the lightning bolt motif along the outside of either thigh. His underwear concealed a sizeable bulge. Reverently Rukia hesitated, seeing the neatly twisted cord that formed the traditional underclothes of a soul reaper. Evidence of his excitement it tented considerably. Breathing heavily he glanced up at her, resting his arms behind his head.

"You do like what you see, doncha?" he could not resist crowing.

"You look like a tiger," she answered. Renji licked his lips and watched her run her hands over his markings one by one. Reaching up she then tugged at the band confining his hair. Then she watched the soft fall cascade around his broad shoulders and tangled her fingers in it. Renji purred, loving how it felt.

"Come here, woman," he growled.

"Woman?" she blinked.

"Well you're my woman," Renji clarified.

"Ah, that's better," Rukia smiled. Not the polite one of a Kuchiki, but the sweet one of the girl he knew from so long ago, full of life and promise. Swinging one leg over him, she sat on his tenting erection, and lay atop his strong body. Renji groaned in pleasure to feel her fully clothed form rubbing against his bare skin.

"Rukia... that feels damn good," he gasped.

Playfully she ground her hips into his. Her hakama seam pressed to his erection, and she felt moisture soaking through the fabric. Renji buried his nose into her neck as she rubbed her robe-clad breasts to his chest. Her mouth devoured his and he sighed in bliss. Tossing his head and heavily leaning on the pillows Renji reached up with one hand to the sash of her uniform.

She sat up on him, letting him undo the ties. Reverently he pulled her robe open, and the kurisode underneath. The bindings holding her smooth small breasts in place made him inhale sharply. Rukia shrugged the top half of her outfit off, leaving her only in the breast bindings and hakama. Her half-lidded eyes looked on him with love and desire and Renji pulled her down atop him.

Soon he helped her peel her hakama off, mourning the absence of her weight atop him. She sat to the side, and pulled of the socks and sandals. Then Renji lifted his bottom so she could tug his clothes off and leave them both in their undergarments. Although they were soul forms, their bodies were as real in this plan of existence as any hollow. Their bodies were more substantial than mere human ghosts were, but far less so than flesh and blood.

Still the spirit pressure of their bodies could affect physical matter, such as pressing the beds under weight, or the molecules of the floor holding them up. They were beings of energy and spirit at a much different frequency then the slow moving particles of matter. Another dimension where sprit was as solid as flesh was in this one.

"If only we had some sake," Renji mourned.

"There's some over there, complements of the hotel," Rukia jerked her head in the direction of the dresser. Leaping off Renji, she padded over and picked up the bottle.

"We can't drink that," he protested.

"We can taste it," she winked, carrying the bottle in her hand with two small saucers. Renji watched her set the one to the side and carefully undo the seal. Expertly she used her spirit pressure to manipulate solid matter and pour one serving for him and the other for herself. His nose twitched at the smell and his stomach growled.

"If I didn't want to stop, I'd suggest we say screw it and go back to the soul society to continue this," he cursed.

"Or go back for our gigai's?" she asked, lifting one cup to his lips. Renji touched his tongue to it, swallowing it. Yet he knew it would not be metabolized.

"Ah hell it's so good," he cursed. Automatically he had swallowed it, but he felt the heavy real matter weighing in his body, and then felt the wetness of it seeping through to the bedspread. Cursing he rolled off and Rukia rushed to grab a towel and dab it up.

"Crap," she cursed.

"I forgot," Renji lamented. Sighing they regarded one another. The sense of fluttering reiatsu made them reach for their clothes and hastily dress again. Sure enough, there was the sound of a key clicking in the lock and voices in the hall that indicated their sanctuary was about to be invaded.