Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Suddenly and Secretly ❯ Chapter 3
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: ForlornShadowLily009 
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Suspense / Drama / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.10.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Suspense / Drama / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.10.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 3 The Stunning and The Alarming
Warnings Adult Themes! Yaoi, future(oral, anal)
Thank you! my reviewers!! I'm glad that someone is enjoying this story because i love writing it. Please keep reading and reviewing. Thanks!!
(....)' thoughts
"...." words
Previous chapter:
"Oi, Kon you better not have touched...." Ichigo's words fell short as he turned towards his bed and gasped. He eyes early popping out, his breath stopping, and his jaw nearly hitting the floor.
There, bathed in a stream of light from his closet, was a fully naked Abarai Renji. A fully naked and laying on his bed Abarai Renji. A fully naked, laying on his bed, and staring at him Abarai Renji. A fully naked, nestled between his sheets, staring at him with a smirk, and half hard Abarai fucking Renji. Ichigo's eyes swirled around in his head, roaming the other man's body to rest at a certain organ. He gulped, his mouth going dry, and feet losing their connection with the floor. He slid to the ground, his eyes still staring, his mouth still open, and his mind still void of any coherent thought.
"Yo Ichigo!"
9090909090
Silenced reigned, consuming the room, and forcing the ticking of Ichigo's clock to seem like a jack hammer. It was maddening, it was bizarre, it was fucking outrageous. Before Ichigo's shocked and flabbergasted body laid a naked man. A man that happened to be Abarai Renji. Stunned beyond belief, Ichigo's eyes darted back and forth witrh a dangerous, head-swimming speed. This lips tried desperately to form words but were unable to mutter a single syllable other than um. His mind was silenced, his cheeking blossoming with a embarrassing red until.....
"WHAT THE GOD DAMN HELL!!!" He exploded and allowed his emotions to override his still non functioning brain.
"Yo" That was all the reply that Renji gave at Ichigo's outburst. The other man arched one finely, shaped red brow and smirked. Languishingly he brought one hand up to scratch his tattooed chest.
"Don't just 'Yo' me! Why the hell...are you...In my bed!" His words were stumbled. His tongue skipping over the lucrative word naked. To bad for Ichigo, Renji had no problem saying it or for that matter pulling off the little bit of material that covered him. Shredding the blue cloth, he presented Ichigo with a full view of his half, erect manhood.
"You skipped the naked part" Renji answered coyly. His voice and facade the complete opposite of Ichigo's. He was calm, collective, and enjoying every bit of this scenario.The mere sliding of Ichigo's sheets over his bare form just hours ago kept him in a semi hardened state. He was burning inside, smoldering with temptation as he stared at his object of his desire. If only the other man knew....if only he could have a chance.
"What!...I know...I mean...why the hell are you here Renji! and .....NAKED IN MY DAMN BED !" Ichigo's voice seemed to excalade. His body shaking as he forced himself off of the floor to hell at Renji. Ichigo came closer to his bed, to Renji. Ichigo lowered his head to yell at the tattooed death god. His breath caught in his throat as he inhaled the musky scent of Renji.
"Careful Ichigo you might just cause your family alarm." Renji turned his head towards Ichigo's flustered face and smiled. Renji was enjoying this immensely. Enjoying the way Ichigo shook and the fact that Ichigo's eyes were still raking in the sight of his nude body. ( Keep him interested, keep him noticing) The orange haired man was flustered, his face tinged with red, and his breath heavy as he breathed. Such a tantalizing site for Renji to stare upon.
(God...damnit! why was Renji in his bed? Why was he in KaraKura town, and why was he still staring at him!) These thoughts ran rampant through Ichigo's recovering brain. He was confused at the situation, distraught that he would have to burn his sheets, and alarmed at the thought that Renji looked very good in his bed. (Where the hell did that come from?)
"Would you just get the hell out of my bed and put some clothes on!"
(What a shame it would be though. Again, where the hell did that thought come?) from Ichigo wondered as Renji stared at him with a frown. Finally he adhered to Ichigo's request and rose.
"You could always join me you know." Renji said as he stepped forward and stretched. At Renji's comment Ichigo's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He brought his fists up to head and buried them in his spiky hair.
"........NO!"
"It was just a joke ya baka. Don't ya know any better? Hn of course not!" Renji seemed to chuckle at him as he went to retrieve his ningen clothes from the bag that he brought from Soul Society. He sat down on the cold wood and began to cover his body with a dark, blue button-up shirt and a pair of blue jeans.
"Oi! you still haven't answered why the hell you are here!" Ichigo closed his eyes and turned to allow the other man to dress. By now he was more than pissed off and angry that he had to fight the smallest urge to turn around. ( Its Renji's own fault, he shouldn't have shown up at my home naked. GOD what if Yuzu or Karin had been the ones to find him.)
"You bastard what if my sisters found you like that?"
"Impossible. I'm not in my gigai." .
"That doesn't matter! Karin can still see you and Yuzu would probably sense you." Ichigo shot back and felt like saying so there but held back. He would not resort to Renji's level of childish antics to win this fight.
"Hn, if that happened they'd probably think that their older brother finally stopped being a loser and got laid." Renji said laughing. His face split into a wide grin and forced his canines to be shown.
"Fuck you Renji!" Ichigo screamed at the now clothed shinigami. (If only you would.) Renji thought as he stretched once more before rising to stare face to face with the other death god.
"Oi, you're still blushing"
"Am not!" Ichigo yelled louder than he was allowed with out alerting his family that he was alone. Amber eyes met hued red and electricity erupted. The match was set.
"What, never seen another man naked before? Am i'm your first? Hehe does that not make ya eyes virgin anymore?" Renji answered back, their eye staring contest kicking into over drive
"What...NO! Shut up before I make you! and answer my damn question! WHY ARE YOU HERE?" Ichigo's patience was past its breaking point. Pretty soon he'd be forced to smack the other man with his desk and the toss Renji out his window.
"Geez, stop getting all emotional ya fairy." Renji said casting his eyes to the ceiling and crossing his arms. "I'm here because I fell in a puddle and needed to change my clothes."
"That still doesn't explain why you are in MY room and I'm not a fairy you perverted nudist. Why didn't you go to Urahara's? " Ichigo growled at Renji. Oh how he wanted to slam the other man around or at least duck tape his mouth shut. That was one form of attack that he was sure would catch Renji off guard. ( They don't have duck tape in Soul Society do they?)
"Because....he won't let me in and yes you are" Renji mumbled. He was still upset that Byakuya's reach could extend all the way to ningenkai.
"Stupid damn royal......" he muttered grinding his teeth at the thought of the man.
"What was that? Why won't he let you? What did you do? The man couldn't turn away a fly. In fact I wouldn't be surprised if he has a horde of homeless people and an ark of animals hidden somewhere." Ichigo demanded. This was turning out to be interesting. Just what would cause the good, natured shop keeper to turn away the foul, mouth sword swinger?
"I did nothing! The man just said he had no room so I figured I'd crash in ya bed. Which by the way, has like fifty of those candy bar wrappers under it. Some one's going to fat aren't they? Also do you know any other words that start with W? You sound like a worried parent!" Renji raised one eye brow annoying as he watched the slowly, fading blush return full force to Ichigo's creamy cheeks. ( How cute he looked when stained with crimson.)
"Oi! thats none of your concern and go somewhere else." ( Stupid, annoying bastard........)
'No."
"Yes"
"No"
"YES!" Ichigo screamed throwing his hands in the air and casting his eyes towards his desk. ( So close.......)
"I have no were else to go Ichigo." The amount of emotion laced through those words caused ichigo to stop and stare at the red, haired death god. Ichigo eyes skimmed over his body, his disheveled hair, and the look Renji was giving him.(Was there a hint of sadness in his voice?) Ichigo questioned as he sighed and knew he had no choice. Giving in was a bitch.
"......Fine, you can stay here for whatever the damn reason you're here. But I have ground rules!" ( Don't you dare touch my candy bars.)
"Such as?" Renji asked and wondered if Ichigo's rules would be more strict than the sandle hat's.
"First no sleeping naked!" ( I don't need any life changing thoughts popping up.)
"Oh now ya just being cruel. Fine, but lead by example."
"I do not sleep naked!" ( Not without the damn door locked.)
"Heh prude....." Renji muttered. (Damn, why doesn't he?) Renji thought. ( Maybe i can break him of that...NO ya here on business not to bring spiky head over to the gay side.)
"Whatever! Furthermore, stay in this form. Do no change into your gigai, I do not want to deal with making up a story as to why you are, and will be sleeping in my closet."
"OOO the closet, ya an awesome host now"
"Wanna go back out to the puddle? I thought not!" ( At least I can threaten him with something.) Ichigo realized as he immediately got Renji to close his mouth and stare at him with narrowed eyes.
"Is that all?" Renji asked. ( Forget being hot, the other man is annoying and needs to be spanked.)
"For now. Now I'm extremely tired and am going to burn my sheets because of you. Go to the closet." Ichigo raised one hand and shooed Renji away.
"Yes master!" Renji shot back sarcastically and began to head to the closet. He would give Ichigo a break for the night and let him rest.
"At least you know your place."
"Careful Ichigo or I'll put ya over my lap and spank you."Instead of a crimson blush a stark pale corrupted Ichigo's skin. Renji laughed, his voice booming and his heart for once not heavy.
"I'm just going to get new linens......" Ichigo mumbled and fled his room in a whirlwind. With the slamming of the bedroom door Renji was left alone in Ichigo's room. Turning his head from side to side he surveyed the man's room. When he had slipped through Ichigo's window hours earlier he had no chance to study the quarters that the man lived in. They were small, humble and displaying the style that was unique to only Ichigo. Nodding in appreciation, Renji slipped into Ichigo's closet and turned off the light. There in the darkness, he listened to the average noises of a household and lost himself in his thoughts.
( Was coming here just a great idea?)
Even if the other shinigami had no clue as to Renji's feelings, he was content to stare and tease the other male. For it was all that he was allowed to do. Renji was constrained by his employment and by his fears. He doubted if he would ever get the chance...just to tell. Sure Renji was closer to the other man but he was forced to deal with all of emotions. What was the point of being close to Ichigo when Renji could look at Ichigo with love and he wouldn't know the difference between Renji's stares. Hate and anger, love and devotion; it would all be the same in the man's eyes.
Still........he would be living in the object of his sexual desire's room. He would be able to smell his scent, touch his things, and play with his fickle moods.
(Sigh, just when did i begin to fall for him anyway. He's a tormentor, a nightmare, and a God all in one.)
Renji never could figure out just when and how his feelings for Ichigo began. Worser yet, he couldn't decipher just when his feelings for Ichigo changed from malice into a deep, burning lust and then something.... deeper. At first he had despised Ichigo, hated with him such a passion. He was so angered at the site of the cocky, sword wielder. He was so flushed in fury at Ichigo's confident words and actions that he wanted to explode in fury and tear him apart. The furthest thing from his mind was wanting to figure out why he reacted with such wrath. All he wanted to focus on was the fraudulent fact that Ichigo was a threat. Ichigo was a creature that brought damage to his world. Ichigo was a beast that tried to take away the one person that Renji could confide in. Ichigo wanted to steal away his peace.
He was annoying, brash, and so similar to himself. Ichigo contained the possibility of understanding and that made Renji quake in fear. The mere thought that someone other than Rukia could put a label upon him, could get under his skin, and see the other truth hidden beneath shook him to his core. He wasn't suppose to feel anything other than hate and carnal desires. He wasn't suppose to care about anyone with such a strange fascination. But...he did and when he discovered that knowledge, he was left stricken with a web of conflicting images.
Renji, the dog of the sixth squad, for once in his life did not care about impressing Kuchiki Rukia or dieing in battle. The once suffocating and tormenting emotions that caused him lash out in self destructing, anger over the girl had simmered. He did not care, felt no empathy if she chased after someone else. He did not bother to feel, if she left him so far behind in the shadows that memories of his past surrounded him. He could not bring himself to conjure up images of their time together, almost kissing, almost hugging, almost stepping past the boundaries of friends.
Instead, all he could think about was the way Ichigo's body curved when he blocked an attack. The way he held his sword with facing an enemy.Strong, determined, yet graceful and poised. Even when Ichigo was down in the dirt, his body twisted, and his face covered in blood Renji could do nothing more than grip his fingers in something akin to fear. He was forced to watch with the expression of worry and puzzlement over his desire for the other man. He force to surround his tongue with insults just to get the chance to talk to the man, to keep the agruement going, to allow the seconds the chance to lengthen into minutes.
He was surprised hen at night his fingers came to life and his mind filled with the sight of Ichigo. He would jerk off mumbling about strawberries and how sweet they must taste. He could come powerful and forcefully than with any of his bedmates. He could truly enjoy pleasure and it was just from a mental image.
Now here he was, lying three feet away from his greatest desire's bed. He was locked inside the man's closet, surrounded by his scent. He breathed in deeply, reveling in the perfect smell. His ears perked up when the clicking of a door echoed through the room and he waited nervously as Ichigo entered. He must have been fresh from the shower. His skin must still be moist and soft, lingering with the scent of shampoo. Renji could imagine how he must looked wrapped in a towel, water sliding over toned abs. If only he could crack open the closet door and feed on such a sight.
But he couldn't, he wouldn't, and instead he just listened.
"Good night Renji, don't wet the bed you dog." A friendly insult, a chance for the seconds to lengthen.
"Ya same goes for you, ya be lucky tomorrow if i don't throw away those candy bars ya little piglet."
"Shut up!!"
"Hn, make me." Renji whispered to the night and curled up inside his blanket.
TBC....
Warnings Adult Themes! Yaoi, future(oral, anal)
Thank you! my reviewers!! I'm glad that someone is enjoying this story because i love writing it. Please keep reading and reviewing. Thanks!!
(....)' thoughts
"...." words
Previous chapter:
"Oi, Kon you better not have touched...." Ichigo's words fell short as he turned towards his bed and gasped. He eyes early popping out, his breath stopping, and his jaw nearly hitting the floor.
There, bathed in a stream of light from his closet, was a fully naked Abarai Renji. A fully naked and laying on his bed Abarai Renji. A fully naked, laying on his bed, and staring at him Abarai Renji. A fully naked, nestled between his sheets, staring at him with a smirk, and half hard Abarai fucking Renji. Ichigo's eyes swirled around in his head, roaming the other man's body to rest at a certain organ. He gulped, his mouth going dry, and feet losing their connection with the floor. He slid to the ground, his eyes still staring, his mouth still open, and his mind still void of any coherent thought.
"Yo Ichigo!"
9090909090
Silenced reigned, consuming the room, and forcing the ticking of Ichigo's clock to seem like a jack hammer. It was maddening, it was bizarre, it was fucking outrageous. Before Ichigo's shocked and flabbergasted body laid a naked man. A man that happened to be Abarai Renji. Stunned beyond belief, Ichigo's eyes darted back and forth witrh a dangerous, head-swimming speed. This lips tried desperately to form words but were unable to mutter a single syllable other than um. His mind was silenced, his cheeking blossoming with a embarrassing red until.....
"WHAT THE GOD DAMN HELL!!!" He exploded and allowed his emotions to override his still non functioning brain.
"Yo" That was all the reply that Renji gave at Ichigo's outburst. The other man arched one finely, shaped red brow and smirked. Languishingly he brought one hand up to scratch his tattooed chest.
"Don't just 'Yo' me! Why the hell...are you...In my bed!" His words were stumbled. His tongue skipping over the lucrative word naked. To bad for Ichigo, Renji had no problem saying it or for that matter pulling off the little bit of material that covered him. Shredding the blue cloth, he presented Ichigo with a full view of his half, erect manhood.
"You skipped the naked part" Renji answered coyly. His voice and facade the complete opposite of Ichigo's. He was calm, collective, and enjoying every bit of this scenario.The mere sliding of Ichigo's sheets over his bare form just hours ago kept him in a semi hardened state. He was burning inside, smoldering with temptation as he stared at his object of his desire. If only the other man knew....if only he could have a chance.
"What!...I know...I mean...why the hell are you here Renji! and .....NAKED IN MY DAMN BED !" Ichigo's voice seemed to excalade. His body shaking as he forced himself off of the floor to hell at Renji. Ichigo came closer to his bed, to Renji. Ichigo lowered his head to yell at the tattooed death god. His breath caught in his throat as he inhaled the musky scent of Renji.
"Careful Ichigo you might just cause your family alarm." Renji turned his head towards Ichigo's flustered face and smiled. Renji was enjoying this immensely. Enjoying the way Ichigo shook and the fact that Ichigo's eyes were still raking in the sight of his nude body. ( Keep him interested, keep him noticing) The orange haired man was flustered, his face tinged with red, and his breath heavy as he breathed. Such a tantalizing site for Renji to stare upon.
(God...damnit! why was Renji in his bed? Why was he in KaraKura town, and why was he still staring at him!) These thoughts ran rampant through Ichigo's recovering brain. He was confused at the situation, distraught that he would have to burn his sheets, and alarmed at the thought that Renji looked very good in his bed. (Where the hell did that come from?)
"Would you just get the hell out of my bed and put some clothes on!"
(What a shame it would be though. Again, where the hell did that thought come?) from Ichigo wondered as Renji stared at him with a frown. Finally he adhered to Ichigo's request and rose.
"You could always join me you know." Renji said as he stepped forward and stretched. At Renji's comment Ichigo's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He brought his fists up to head and buried them in his spiky hair.
"........NO!"
"It was just a joke ya baka. Don't ya know any better? Hn of course not!" Renji seemed to chuckle at him as he went to retrieve his ningen clothes from the bag that he brought from Soul Society. He sat down on the cold wood and began to cover his body with a dark, blue button-up shirt and a pair of blue jeans.
"Oi! you still haven't answered why the hell you are here!" Ichigo closed his eyes and turned to allow the other man to dress. By now he was more than pissed off and angry that he had to fight the smallest urge to turn around. ( Its Renji's own fault, he shouldn't have shown up at my home naked. GOD what if Yuzu or Karin had been the ones to find him.)
"You bastard what if my sisters found you like that?"
"Impossible. I'm not in my gigai." .
"That doesn't matter! Karin can still see you and Yuzu would probably sense you." Ichigo shot back and felt like saying so there but held back. He would not resort to Renji's level of childish antics to win this fight.
"Hn, if that happened they'd probably think that their older brother finally stopped being a loser and got laid." Renji said laughing. His face split into a wide grin and forced his canines to be shown.
"Fuck you Renji!" Ichigo screamed at the now clothed shinigami. (If only you would.) Renji thought as he stretched once more before rising to stare face to face with the other death god.
"Oi, you're still blushing"
"Am not!" Ichigo yelled louder than he was allowed with out alerting his family that he was alone. Amber eyes met hued red and electricity erupted. The match was set.
"What, never seen another man naked before? Am i'm your first? Hehe does that not make ya eyes virgin anymore?" Renji answered back, their eye staring contest kicking into over drive
"What...NO! Shut up before I make you! and answer my damn question! WHY ARE YOU HERE?" Ichigo's patience was past its breaking point. Pretty soon he'd be forced to smack the other man with his desk and the toss Renji out his window.
"Geez, stop getting all emotional ya fairy." Renji said casting his eyes to the ceiling and crossing his arms. "I'm here because I fell in a puddle and needed to change my clothes."
"That still doesn't explain why you are in MY room and I'm not a fairy you perverted nudist. Why didn't you go to Urahara's? " Ichigo growled at Renji. Oh how he wanted to slam the other man around or at least duck tape his mouth shut. That was one form of attack that he was sure would catch Renji off guard. ( They don't have duck tape in Soul Society do they?)
"Because....he won't let me in and yes you are" Renji mumbled. He was still upset that Byakuya's reach could extend all the way to ningenkai.
"Stupid damn royal......" he muttered grinding his teeth at the thought of the man.
"What was that? Why won't he let you? What did you do? The man couldn't turn away a fly. In fact I wouldn't be surprised if he has a horde of homeless people and an ark of animals hidden somewhere." Ichigo demanded. This was turning out to be interesting. Just what would cause the good, natured shop keeper to turn away the foul, mouth sword swinger?
"I did nothing! The man just said he had no room so I figured I'd crash in ya bed. Which by the way, has like fifty of those candy bar wrappers under it. Some one's going to fat aren't they? Also do you know any other words that start with W? You sound like a worried parent!" Renji raised one eye brow annoying as he watched the slowly, fading blush return full force to Ichigo's creamy cheeks. ( How cute he looked when stained with crimson.)
"Oi! thats none of your concern and go somewhere else." ( Stupid, annoying bastard........)
'No."
"Yes"
"No"
"YES!" Ichigo screamed throwing his hands in the air and casting his eyes towards his desk. ( So close.......)
"I have no were else to go Ichigo." The amount of emotion laced through those words caused ichigo to stop and stare at the red, haired death god. Ichigo eyes skimmed over his body, his disheveled hair, and the look Renji was giving him.(Was there a hint of sadness in his voice?) Ichigo questioned as he sighed and knew he had no choice. Giving in was a bitch.
"......Fine, you can stay here for whatever the damn reason you're here. But I have ground rules!" ( Don't you dare touch my candy bars.)
"Such as?" Renji asked and wondered if Ichigo's rules would be more strict than the sandle hat's.
"First no sleeping naked!" ( I don't need any life changing thoughts popping up.)
"Oh now ya just being cruel. Fine, but lead by example."
"I do not sleep naked!" ( Not without the damn door locked.)
"Heh prude....." Renji muttered. (Damn, why doesn't he?) Renji thought. ( Maybe i can break him of that...NO ya here on business not to bring spiky head over to the gay side.)
"Whatever! Furthermore, stay in this form. Do no change into your gigai, I do not want to deal with making up a story as to why you are, and will be sleeping in my closet."
"OOO the closet, ya an awesome host now"
"Wanna go back out to the puddle? I thought not!" ( At least I can threaten him with something.) Ichigo realized as he immediately got Renji to close his mouth and stare at him with narrowed eyes.
"Is that all?" Renji asked. ( Forget being hot, the other man is annoying and needs to be spanked.)
"For now. Now I'm extremely tired and am going to burn my sheets because of you. Go to the closet." Ichigo raised one hand and shooed Renji away.
"Yes master!" Renji shot back sarcastically and began to head to the closet. He would give Ichigo a break for the night and let him rest.
"At least you know your place."
"Careful Ichigo or I'll put ya over my lap and spank you."Instead of a crimson blush a stark pale corrupted Ichigo's skin. Renji laughed, his voice booming and his heart for once not heavy.
"I'm just going to get new linens......" Ichigo mumbled and fled his room in a whirlwind. With the slamming of the bedroom door Renji was left alone in Ichigo's room. Turning his head from side to side he surveyed the man's room. When he had slipped through Ichigo's window hours earlier he had no chance to study the quarters that the man lived in. They were small, humble and displaying the style that was unique to only Ichigo. Nodding in appreciation, Renji slipped into Ichigo's closet and turned off the light. There in the darkness, he listened to the average noises of a household and lost himself in his thoughts.
( Was coming here just a great idea?)
Even if the other shinigami had no clue as to Renji's feelings, he was content to stare and tease the other male. For it was all that he was allowed to do. Renji was constrained by his employment and by his fears. He doubted if he would ever get the chance...just to tell. Sure Renji was closer to the other man but he was forced to deal with all of emotions. What was the point of being close to Ichigo when Renji could look at Ichigo with love and he wouldn't know the difference between Renji's stares. Hate and anger, love and devotion; it would all be the same in the man's eyes.
Still........he would be living in the object of his sexual desire's room. He would be able to smell his scent, touch his things, and play with his fickle moods.
(Sigh, just when did i begin to fall for him anyway. He's a tormentor, a nightmare, and a God all in one.)
Renji never could figure out just when and how his feelings for Ichigo began. Worser yet, he couldn't decipher just when his feelings for Ichigo changed from malice into a deep, burning lust and then something.... deeper. At first he had despised Ichigo, hated with him such a passion. He was so angered at the site of the cocky, sword wielder. He was so flushed in fury at Ichigo's confident words and actions that he wanted to explode in fury and tear him apart. The furthest thing from his mind was wanting to figure out why he reacted with such wrath. All he wanted to focus on was the fraudulent fact that Ichigo was a threat. Ichigo was a creature that brought damage to his world. Ichigo was a beast that tried to take away the one person that Renji could confide in. Ichigo wanted to steal away his peace.
He was annoying, brash, and so similar to himself. Ichigo contained the possibility of understanding and that made Renji quake in fear. The mere thought that someone other than Rukia could put a label upon him, could get under his skin, and see the other truth hidden beneath shook him to his core. He wasn't suppose to feel anything other than hate and carnal desires. He wasn't suppose to care about anyone with such a strange fascination. But...he did and when he discovered that knowledge, he was left stricken with a web of conflicting images.
Renji, the dog of the sixth squad, for once in his life did not care about impressing Kuchiki Rukia or dieing in battle. The once suffocating and tormenting emotions that caused him lash out in self destructing, anger over the girl had simmered. He did not care, felt no empathy if she chased after someone else. He did not bother to feel, if she left him so far behind in the shadows that memories of his past surrounded him. He could not bring himself to conjure up images of their time together, almost kissing, almost hugging, almost stepping past the boundaries of friends.
Instead, all he could think about was the way Ichigo's body curved when he blocked an attack. The way he held his sword with facing an enemy.Strong, determined, yet graceful and poised. Even when Ichigo was down in the dirt, his body twisted, and his face covered in blood Renji could do nothing more than grip his fingers in something akin to fear. He was forced to watch with the expression of worry and puzzlement over his desire for the other man. He force to surround his tongue with insults just to get the chance to talk to the man, to keep the agruement going, to allow the seconds the chance to lengthen into minutes.
He was surprised hen at night his fingers came to life and his mind filled with the sight of Ichigo. He would jerk off mumbling about strawberries and how sweet they must taste. He could come powerful and forcefully than with any of his bedmates. He could truly enjoy pleasure and it was just from a mental image.
Now here he was, lying three feet away from his greatest desire's bed. He was locked inside the man's closet, surrounded by his scent. He breathed in deeply, reveling in the perfect smell. His ears perked up when the clicking of a door echoed through the room and he waited nervously as Ichigo entered. He must have been fresh from the shower. His skin must still be moist and soft, lingering with the scent of shampoo. Renji could imagine how he must looked wrapped in a towel, water sliding over toned abs. If only he could crack open the closet door and feed on such a sight.
But he couldn't, he wouldn't, and instead he just listened.
"Good night Renji, don't wet the bed you dog." A friendly insult, a chance for the seconds to lengthen.
"Ya same goes for you, ya be lucky tomorrow if i don't throw away those candy bars ya little piglet."
"Shut up!!"
"Hn, make me." Renji whispered to the night and curled up inside his blanket.
TBC....