Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Anything? ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Anything?

By, E-307

 

Disclaimer: Bleach and its characters are owned by Tite Kubo. I don't own them at all…I'm just using them for this little story. Enjoy!

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Abarai Renji let out a sigh as he sank into the warm waters of the sixth division's private baths. He'd had a long morning of paperwork and a long afternoon of training. He'd only recently gotten out of the fourth division's recovery center and had spent the day being as active as possible. He was feeling a little sore so he decided to stop by the baths and relax.

 

He was just settling back, enjoying the warmth of the water, when he felt the presence of someone else in the baths with him. He cracked an eye open and scanned around. He saw a head of dark black hair and opened the other eye. The first thought that came to mind was that his captain was in water. The thought was banished quickly, the great Kuchiki Byakuya had his own private hot spring. The vice captain was about to make another guess when he saw the person's face.

 

“Rikichi,” the tattooed man muttered. The young shinigami was resting calmly a few feet away from Renji, eyes closed and breathing slow. Renji assumed that the boy was asleep and leaned slightly closer. He made a little splash in the water to see if he could get the younger shinigami's attention and when he didn't stir, the vice captain nodded. Renji concluded that Rikichi had to be asleep and watched him for a moment later.

 

“He looks kinda cute like that,” Renji thought to himself suddenly. The red haired shinigami was surprised by his thoughts and shook his head. He leaned back and let his mind wander elsewhere. His thoughts immediately flew to his fights with Ichigo and Byakuya. He thought about how they'd beat him, and how he'd like another chance to fight them. Then thoughts of how their bodies had moved in combat. He began to compare the graceful movements of his captain and the hard, harsh movements of the substitute shinigami.

Renji, despite his other feelings towards and about the man, had always found Byakuya to be attractive physically. The man just kept himself too beautiful to not be. Kurosaki Ichigo was different. He may not have been as `beautiful' or `graceful' as the sixth division's captain, but his attitude and hard body had caught Renji's eye almost immediately.

 

Thinking about the two men he would've liked to have in his bed, had the blood filling Renji's member. The red haired shinigami let out a grunt of annoyances as he reached full mast, his hardness tenting up the front of his towel. He slid a hand down and rubbed his cloth-covered member with his palm.

 

“Dammit,” Renji cursed quietly. He pulled his hand away and let out another grunt of annoyance. The red haired shinigami didn't want to jerk off again. He wanted sex. He wanted to be pinned down by Byakuya and taken without concern for what he wanted to do. He wanted to fight and wrestle with Ichigo until one of them was able to claim dominance over the other.

A rueful smile formed on his face at the images that began to flood into his mind. The thoughts were making him more aroused but he knew that both were beyond his reach. The sixth division's vice captain grit his teeth and tried to think of who else he could go to. The memory of hot, sweaty, sake and adrenalin fueled fucks with Ikkaku from his days in the eleventh division came to mind.

 

They'd always start out as simple sparring matches. After a while, they'd both fall to the floor, cut and bruised. One of them would produce a bottle of sake and they'd start drinking. Once the alcohol ran out they'd start to fight again. One of them would tackle the other, and weapons would drop and clothes would start to fly. They had a silent agreement that they would alternate who got to be on top, but it really didn't matter to either of them once they got caught up in the moment. Unfortunately, that was a long time ago. Ikkaku was out of reach as well, the bald shinigami being far too interested in his own lover to help an old friend out.

 

Renji scowled momentarily before letting his mind drift again. He settled on the memory of the third division's vice captain pulling them both into an empty room or closet. Back when they were younger, they'd frequently find somewhere to be alone and explore one another's bodies. They'd started out innocently enough, just mutual jerk off sessions. Then Renji had them jerking each other off when he got bored doing it the usual way. It had been Kira's idea to move things onto oral sex and Renji was happy to go along with it. They never went farther than that and their encounters halted almost as soon as they moved to their respective divisions. And now, Kira was more beyond his reach than he had been back then, the blonde man still too pre-occupied with Gin's betrayal of Soul Society.

 

The red haired shinigami groaned and sank a little more into the warm water. He couldn't think of anyone else. He cracked an eye open and glanced at the still resting Rikichi for a moment. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head. When he'd said it before, had Rikichi really meant that he'd do anything to help him? Renji stared at the younger shinigami for a few moments before smirking. He sent a splash in the black haired shinigami's direction and waited.

 

When the coughing and sputtering shinigami raised his now wet head from the water, he was angry. The anger drained from his features and was replaced by surprise and a slight blush when he saw Renji sitting in the baths with him, grin in place.

 

“Renji-san!” he said in surprise. Renji nodded and gave a short wave. Small talk began and Renji started his plan. He'd guessed that the younger shinigami would copy just about everything he did. He was proven right when he removed his towel underwater and tossed it out of the baths while making a comment about what he thought of Byakuya's bankai. Moments later, Rikichi's towel was tossed out of the baths as the younger shinigami laughed at one of Renji's jokes. Deciding things needed to be moving faster, Renji gestured for Rikichi to move closer.

 

“Hey, come here for a minute,” he said. Rikichi hesitated for a moment, the blush that had faded while talking with Renji coming back. He slid through the water and stopped when he was sitting at arm's length from Renji. The older shinigami grabbed him and pulled him closer. Rikichi seemed nervous at the contact and the small distance between them. Renji looked down and saw why. Rikichi was sporting an erection. This knowledge widened Renji's smile. He knew that from how close together they were, Rikichi could see his own member and he was ready to move on.

 

“Rikichi, you said you'd do anything you could to help me, right?” he asked.

 

The younger shinigami was still staring at Renji's member through the water, a blush plastered on his face. He looked up at Renji slowly and nodded.

 

“Yes. Anything, Renji-san,” the raven-haired shinigami answered with a small smile. Renji nodded and pulled the boy in for a hard kiss. When they parted, Renji reached down to give the younger shinigami's erection a quick squeeze.

 

“Let's go. My place,” Renji said, bringing an enthusiastic nod from Rikichi. Both shinigami exited the baths and dressed in bathrobes, stopping only for a few more crushing kisses. One would think that they had flash stepped to Renji's home with the speed they traveled. As soon as Renji's door was securely closed, robes were sent flying as the older shinigami moved them both to the futon on the floor.

 

The tattooed man wasted little time, flipping Rikichi onto his stomach and moving between his legs. Rikichi didn't know what was going to happen until he felt something soft and wet pushing against his entrance. He let out a startled gasp when it breached him. As what he could only guess was Renji's tongue began to move inside of him, he found it difficult to breath normally. The feeling was much different than the times he had stuck his fingers into himself while jerking off. His breath was coming out in panting gasps and Renji's tongue swirled and thrusted within him.

Renji's treatment had the younger shinigami clawing at the futon under him. Faint moans and gasps of pleasure were the only sounds able to be heard in the room as Renji continued to loosen the younger shinigami. Once the older shinigami had prepared Rikichi to his liking, he sat back and pulled the younger shinigami into his lap. He positioned himself at the black haired shinigami's entrance and held his hips.

 

“Are you ready, Rikichi?” he asked, his lips close to Rikichi's ear. The boy nodded and Renji started to pull the boy's hips down. The younger shinigami's breath hitched in his throat as Renji pushed into him. The red haired shinigami tried to take things as slowly as possible, but he found it difficult to retrain himself. Renji was soon completely inside the teen. He groaned and reached around Rikichi to rub his chest. The teen's eyes were closed tightly from the pain but as it began to fade, he opened them slowly.

 

“You okay?” Renji asked, pinching both of Rikichi's nipples as he spoke. The boy nodded slowly and rocked his hips slightly. The experience was turning out to be much different than he had imagined it would be. He hadn't expected it to hurt as much as it had, but he knew the pleasure would come if he waited for it. He rocked again, bringing a muffled groan out of Renji. The red haired shinigami reached down and pulled Rikichi's knees up and lifted the boy up until only the head of his member remained inside of him. He pulled the younger shinigami down hard, causing the teen to yell out in pleasure.

 

Renji let out an animalistic noise and began to lift Rikichi up and pull him back down hard. Rikichi's cries of pleasure were coming with each pull down. Renji leaned back slightly and snapped his hips up to meet Rikichi's when he pulled the teen down. Rikichi let out a strangled yell and spots flashed before his eyes. Renji had hit something inside him that had brought him extreme pleasure. He wasn't sure what it was, but he knew he wanted it to happen again. Renji must've known what to do as all of the following thrusts hit the same spot.

 

Rikichi snaked an arm up Renji's and dug his fingers into the older man's tattooed shoulder. Before he could reach for his cock, Renji's calloused hand was gripping him tightly and jerking in time with each thrust. Rikichi's fingers dug into Renji's shoulder and thigh as he felt release approaching. Renji growled and bit down on the side of Rikichi's neck. The boy cried out and Renji released him, leaving a bruise. Rikichi tried to say something but his words melted into a yell of pleasure as he emptied himself onto his vice captain's fingers.

 

Renji let out a moan and thrust into the younger shinigami twice more before shooting inside the raven-haired teen. As they both rode out the last tremors of pleasure, both shinigami fell to the side. Renji slowly untangled himself from the younger member of the sixth division and pulled a blanket over them both. He wrapped his arms around the teen, and Rikichi moved closed to his vice captain.

 

“Thanks, Rikichi,” the red haired shinigami muttered.

 

“Anything for you, Renji-san,” was the response from the younger shinigami before he started to fall asleep. Renji pulled the teen closed and smirked. He began to think that he didn't want Ichigo or Byakuya after all.