Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Admissions Under the Moon ❯ Admissions in Urahara's Store ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3

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.

“This bites harder than Zabimaru,” Renji mumbled, heading back towards Urahara's store. Rukia now in her gigai form rode atop Renji's back, liking the feel of the tattooed Shinigami carrying her for a change. Sometimes Ichigo would transport her when she first surrendered her powers to him, on their missions.

“Well just look at it this way, at least now you can drink all the sake you want with no messes, unless you end up visiting the porcelain god,” Rukia teased. There was something nostalgic about having Renji carry her though. Securely he held her lower legs in the stirrups of his arms and enjoyed the feel of Rukia's breath on his neck. Despite the scowl he wore, he found much pleasure in delayed gratification. In addition, he knew that there was a perfectly good bottle of sake hidden in his belongings that they could both partake in.

“You'd better make this worth my while,” he threatened, but she kissed the back of his neck along one of the dark marks. He shivered, swallowing hard.

“Better save some of that for later. You don't want me to drop you,” he confessed.

Rukia clung to his neck, resting her cheek against his back. She felt the sensation of him dropping effortlessly from their telephone wire path to the street below. Carefully Renji set her down, and then reached for her hand. Together they crept around to the rear of Urahara's shop. Renji slipped through the wall, and then opened the window to his room for her.

“First time I sneaked into this place,” Rukia whispered. “And Kon bitched that it was hard.”

“Heh, reminds you of old times too, eh?” Renji nodded, reaching up to help her in through the window. She giggled when she saw his own gigai sprawled out lifeless on its mat, arms splayed and mouth wide-open dead to the world.

“You probably snore in your gigai just like you do in Soul Society,” she teased. Renji tossed her an annoyed glare as he dropped to one knee and shoved himself into the body. It reminded her of Ichigo, Keigo and Mizuiro when they were struggling into wetsuits for the summer beach trip over the holiday break. Finally, the gigai Renji blinked open his eyes, sitting upright and patting himself to make sure that he really had succeeded.

“Damn thing's always too tight,” he cursed, then glanced up at Rukia. Her dark eyes were pressed tightly shut as her entire body heaved with suppressed laughter.

“Sorry, you just looked so damn hilarious then!” she gasped, hugging her ribs.

“Well thanks a bunch for making me feel like a total ass,” Renji snorted.

“You don't need MY help you're doing fine all yourself,” she giggled, her face turning pink.

“So are you going to stand there watching me BE an ass or get a good look AT my ass?” he asked, tossing the sheet aside and patting the mat beside him.

“Well,” Rukia pretended to contemplate the situation.

Renji impatiently glanced up at her, seeing the teasing look on her face. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she knelt down next to him when he turned and extended a hand to her. Her violet eyes widened at the view of his bare chest and back fully visible. Only a pair of boxer briefs covered him, and she admired the artisanship of Urahara in duplicating Renji's true form. Long red hair hung loose about his shoulders, his headband off and revealing all his markings to her save those she had not yet seen.

Breathing deeply she sat down next to him, and he scooted over. His dark eyes gleamed invitingly. This time he reached over to unbutton her pajamas and slide them off her body. She hadn't bothered dressing on the way over, figuring it was a waste of time because they'd come off quickly anyhow. That is if things continued the way they'd started at the `love hotel'. Slowly he ran his hands over her bare shoulders, taking his time to admire her bare chest. Inclining his head Renji bent down to kiss her collarbone, then further down on either side after giving each full attention.

Rukia squeezed her eyes shut, arching her neck. She became aware of Renji's hands taking a hold of her hips and shifting her to the center of his mat. Then two strong thighs bracketed her, and she felt him holding the greater part of his weight off when he straddled her. Softly blankets whispered, and she felt him gently nudge her down. Rukia lay back, reaching up and opening her eyes to see him arching over her intently.

“Damn you're beautiful,” he whispered. The ends of his long hair tickled her face, forming a curtain around their countenances. Eagerly she folded her hands behind his neck and guided him down. It was a pleasant sensation to feel his gigai clad body next to hers, and the loud thump of a heart and rasping of his breath in her ear as he nibbled it.

Slowly he tugged at her pajama bottoms, and she lifted her hips so he could pull them off and away from her ankles. Sitting to the side Renji, they stretched out to lie alongside her. Rukia turned on her side to face him, and they covered one another's mouth in a kiss. Slowly, leisurely they tasted one another with no need to rush. Rolling her over she felt him place her on top, so she rested across his body and his arms enfolded her protectively. Rukia then kissed his chest, tracing his line of tattoos with small pecks that drove him crazy. He arched his back, gasping when she reached his belly, then lower.

“This is in my way,” she whispered, removing his last garment.

Renji Abarai opened his mouth and bit off his sharp cry of pleasure. Rukia's soft eyes looked up at him as she smiled. Apparently, she had discovered the answer to her long awaited question. He was pleased that she liked what she saw, and felt comfortable enough to play. Brown eyes again regarded violet with an unspoken question.

“Do you want to?” Renji whispered.

“Yes,” Rukia answered, nodding solemnly. She felt the sting of tears, knowing things would forever change between them, yet she had dreamed of it for a long time. Peering deep into those pools of amber she wondered if he had done the same. Then she saw her answer. Renji's feral grin stretched from ear to ear, thrilling and arousing simultaneously.

Rukia sat up on the bed, shifting to the side. Renji carefully pressed her shoulder to the surface of his futon. Almost reverently he hovered over her, his eyes filled with concern as he repositioned himself. Fondly she glanced up at him, her face bearing an unguarded smile that lit her up like a newborn star. Heart pounding double time Renji then slid his hand down the curves of her body, sliding along the dark hair that matched her head. Biting her lip she shivered, and the tattooed Shinigami withdrew his hand.

“Slowly, I'll go more slowly,” he promised, realizing she was unaccustomed to someone else touching her down here, or it had been a long time.

Rukia nodded, grabbing his wrist and guiding it down to where she most wanted it. When Renji's index and middle finger brushed the center of her desire she shivered from head to toe. Softly like a butterfly's caress he slipped his finger down before sliding them between her legs and inside. His eyes widened and another sort of smile replaced the hungry one, that of awe. Rukia whimpered and giggled as Renji parted her legs and slipped his fingers in and out of her. Moisture flooded copiously and the dark haired Shinigami nodded.

“Don't stop,” she begged.

“I don't plan on it,” Renji vowed, urging her to look him in the eyes. Rukia clamped her legs around his hand and Renji thrust his fingers sharply. He added a third, then a fourth. Ever faster till Rukia let out a muffled scream. Bending down he kissed her, cutting off the sound. The earth shattered into thousands of bright fragments and she gasped against his shoulder.

“Damn, it felt that good?” he whispered.

“Oh hell yes, Renji,” she laughed deeply, tingling all over with well being. “I didn't realize anyone else could…”

“Anyone else touch you like that?” he frowned, his brow knitting angrily.

“I mean besides MYSELF, you jealous fool,” she corrected.

“Ah,” Renji said. “Why don't you show me how you do it?”

Rukia released his wrist and Renji bent down to lick his fingers. His tongue lapped up her juice from his hand and then he bent down to lick where his hands had been. Rukia thought she was going to lose her mind when he plunged his tongue AND fingers inside.

“R… re… RENJI!” she chattered, her teeth clacking together as if she was freezing to death. A wave of intense heat followed tingling cold and then her entire body twisted and loosened. A second later she felt him licking contentedly, his head between her legs as he stared down at her.

“You look fucking… hot when you came,” he got out. The tattooed Shinigami stifled his comment when he thought it was crude.

Screw poetic, Rukia thought. This was Renji, HER Renji Abarai. He didn't need to be eloquent.

“I want more,” Rukia hoarsely moaned, reaching up and grabbing hold of his hand. Renji scooted up on his knees, and Rukia raised her ankles to wrap around his tattooed hips. Intently he fixed his stare into hers, paralyzing her when he cupped her ass and lifted. Slowly he slid his length, just placing the tip to her wet entrance. Again she shivered, feeling him stopping.

“I want you, Rukia Kuchiki. You`re mine,” Renji blurted out.

“I can't argue with that. Just do it damn it,” Rukia panted, unable to keep from wrapping her legs around him. Simultaneously she tugged him towards her and Renji plunged into her. The sharp pain of his entry caused her to bite her tongue. He held himself still, kissing her shoulder and whispering into her ear as Rukia contained him.

“Ohhh Renji, DAMN!” Rukia bit off her words, her voice low and throaty.

Experimentally Rukia wiggled, causing Renji to twitch inside her and she felt as if her entire inside was impaled with no way to escape. To have her legs spread so wide felt wickedly good and Rukia jerked her hips up. Renji nodded, shifting faster and pounding down into her. Bracing himself up with one hand he then rubbed at the junction of her folds, causing her again to cry out. This time he slid more easily in and out.

She fixed her stare on the distinctive dark patterns on his brow wrinkled with effort and the same intensity of purpose as fighting. Gasping she contained him as he increased his assault to please her. Her breath tightened in her chest and the tingling burn came from her vagina to burst all over her. Then Renji shivered, snarling sharply as he pushed deeply inside. Hot molten liquid spurted deep inside her and she clung tightly to his back.

“Mmm,” she purred, her eyes blurred with tears. Renji whispered her name and then felt her senses overload.

***

Much later Rukia panted atop his chest, catching hold of his shoulders. Her blood pounded in her ears as Renji's hand rubbed soothingly down her back. Grabbing the cover, she pulled it over both of them, before settling down with her head under his chin. A rattling snore startled her and she pounded his chest, “Hey! Wake up!”

“Sorry,” he apologized, glancing down at her.

“I was only joking,” she answered, touching her sweaty nose to his. Sighing she stretched out atop him and spread her legs and arms as if claiming her territory.

“Going somewhere?” he asked slyly, as she shifted.

“Well,” she began. “To get more sake?”

“I'm not letting you go now I've got you here where I want you. But if it's for more sake I guess I can allow it,” he said with a playful growl. Slowly she moved and reached across him to the bottle beside the mat. Carefully she poured two cups and then moved back into position. Renji sat up a bit and took one of the cups from her while she sat on his lap. Together they sipped the strong liquor, and sighed as it burned down their throats.

“I knew I was saving it for a good occasion,” he said, holding his cup out for more. She replenished both and they sipped leisurely while looking shyly at one another. Rukia gasped when his hands grabbed her bottom and pressed it back. Her cup clattered to the floor beside Renji's bed, and he set his down.

“You're not asleep anymore I see,” she smiled with appreciation.

“That old bastard does good work,” Renji commented, caressing her cheek. One hand squeezed a breast, making her yelp. She retaliated by nipping his nose.

“You taste like sake,” she said, licking her lips.

“And you taste delicious, every bit of you,” he murmured, leaning up to kiss her.

She eagerly laced arms behind his neck, and fell down as he lay back. Again, they kissed, never tiring of the taste and richness of one another's mouths. He couldn't stop touching her soft pale skin, or tangling his fingers in her dark hair. Nor could Rukia stop herself from caressing his muscles and running her fingers along his tattoo markings. Quickly he began to move once more, shifting her in a long dance to satisfaction. Rukia bit back a cry, and Renji kissed her hard to stifle her scream. Then he flipped over, pressing her into the mat under his body. He lifted her legs up and hung her knees over his shoulder, and Rukia felt the earth itself shift and spin.

Renji soon joined her, shuddering and reaching the place he most loved. Gasping he then slammed the flats of his hands on either side of her shoulder to stop from pressing her hard. Rukia's legs were still tangled around his hips, and he held himself off her.

“Don't move,” she whispered.

“I'm not going anywhere,” he whispered, kissing her neck. Rukia helped him flip over on his back again and they lay exhausted.