Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Suddenly and Secretly ❯ chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )
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By: ForlornShadowLily009 
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Suspense / Drama / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.04.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 886 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Suspense / Drama / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.04.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 886 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 4 A Lingering Touch and A Dirty Tv
Disclaimer: MY STORY but the characters belong to bleach. blah
Warnings Adult themes, yaoi, oral, solo
THANK YOU MY REVIEWERS! PLEASE KEEP READING AND REVIEWING AND I'LL KEEP WRITING. Next update if i get 3 reviews please.
89999999RenjiIchigohavesexinabathtub788888888888
He was hot, scorching under a frivolous mind and an explosive touch. He was dying, smoldering with the images and touches that surrounded him. He was suffocating, basking in secret pleasures, and burning. He was dreaming and dying all in one.
Condemn him, his thoughts tormented him. Teasing touches and ghosting lips.
A man straddled him, powerful hands pinning him down. Such a display of dominance, so breath taking, and delirious. Orange haired streaked with sweat quivered above him. The strawberry hair's owner quaking with each sensational ripple that he caused to pass through his body. He was riding him, grinding against his thighs and forcing his hardened member into his body.
A rush of pain, a scream, a moan. So overwhelming
Renji took them all in, as his desire, his dream Ichigo rode him like a stallion. He was coming closer, grasping Ichigo's firm backside, and squeezing it with like it was a piece of fruit. Something to be crushed, to be explored with rough hands, and a violent sense of urgency. He was coming closer, almost there, as Ichigo screamed his name and shuddered. He was coming closer, about to explode when he lost it all. His dream, his partner, his moaning all dissolved into a blackened mess.
~CREAK
The image of his eyelids, the annoyance laced at a disasterious sound.
~CREAK
Renji was thrust from his dream of sex and flirtatiousness by the groaning of floorboards. He cursed, opening his eyes, and turning upon his side. His body was slick, saturated with his own perspiration. His fingers where clenched tight, his hands made into fists. He breathed heavily and cursed. His member rose to the attention, its head straining against the denim he had slept in. He was aching, straining with need. He was hard, the toughness of stone and steel. He needed to cum. He had been denied this pleasure, denied the chance to merge with his dream lover, to scream his name.
A stolen chance, the lingering of illusion.
He could almost taste him, the sweet flavor of what he imagined Ichigo to be. It was like fleshy honey, raw, and powerful. It was subtle, containing the heavy essence of the strawberry Shinigami. It rolled around in his mouth and caused his head to swim. He was frozen in a stolen dream. He wanted it.
Behind his closed closet door he could hear the murmurs of movement. The soft twitching of thudded foot steps told him what was happening. Ichigo, the real Ichigo, was awake. He would be yawning, stretching his body, and wiping the sleep from his amber eyes. He would be tired, and oh so lick able.
The teasing of sounds from behind closed doors leads to fantasy of the mind.
Renji was captured why his imagination, compelled to act on it. He freed his hands from their closed posture and moaned silently. He licked his lips and reached down. The metal zipper was hard, cold, and snuggled against the blue material. He clutched at it and zipped it down with a paced speed. Silence was what he would become. He grabbed his hips, his hands slipping beneath, and pulled his pants down past his knees. He was breathing rapidly now, his chest heavy in anticipation. Now he was ready and acted with speed. He grasped his member, his fingers curling around its center. A moan escaped his lips, they parted, and he stroked.
It was heaven, it was hell, it was needed friction.
His fingers worked with a certain touch. Only their very tips pressing against his member. The moved in slow circles, switching between sliding and spiraling. His fingers roamed, they squeezed, they swirled around over his slit and the milky precum that dewed at its top. He was so close, so very close. He could feel the pressure building, mounting in his stomach, and uncoiling in his groin.
He was lost, his eyes rolling backwards, his lips closing. He was so thrown, that he did realize that a new sound had entered into his jerking. He was so close, that when he finally came, he had not noticed the opening of his closet door until it was to late.
A spilling of his essence, a thrusting of his head towards the door, a shocked body.
He had turned his eyes just as he came and came face to face with Ichigo. The man was staring at his soiled seed, his mouth open, and his eyes wide. Renji blanched, a nervous sensation clutching at his chest just as.
"MY FUCKING EYES!" Ichigo screamed and slammed the door shut.
"Fuck," Renji mumbled and looked around for something to clean himself with. He found it and pulled it off its hanger to wipe at his heated skin. He was almost done when the closet blared open again.
"NOO! NOT MY DAMN SHIRT! GO TO THE BATHROOM, THE BATHROOM!" Ichigo had returned, his cheeks flaming and his voice booming. He had caught Renji in the act again. He had been so shocked and flustered at having to find Renji. He had heard the creaking from between the closet door, his ears perked, and wondered what the hell was that sound. Then he heard a moan, a whispered name, and he had lunged forward. What if Renji was hurt? This thought blazed through his mind and he felt worry seize him. He had rushed forward and thrown the door open ready to help Renji with whatever ailment ailed him.
To bad for him, Rejni was only indulging in himself. Ichigo's mouth had gone slack, his eyes taking in the site of Renji pumping himself to completion. Ichigo's mouth watered and he was shaken with fear at what he was seeing. He had screamed, thrown the door closed, and prepared to run out of the room when a thought struck him. What would Renji clean himself off with? With a hurried paced he had thrown the door back open just in time to discover his most convented fear. Renji was using his best shirt to clean his cum covered body. He didn't now what happened next, except he had grabbed the tan shinigami. Ichigo's hands clutched at the firm body and hauled him out of the closet. Renji sputtered, letting go of Ichigo's shirt, and tried to pull his pants up.
Ichigo was screaming, his voice shrieking um, why, and up! He pulled Renji out of his room trying desperately to get the thoughts that raced through his mind to slink away. Renji was good looking, Renji was hot, Renji was big. Finally Ichigo came upon his prize and he threw the door open and tossed the other man inside. He immediately slammed the door shut and heaved. His breath was shaky, his lung screaming at his exertion. Why was he assaulted with such thoughts, why couldn't he breathe, and why could he still feel Renji beneath his finger tips.
"USE THE DAMN BATHROOM LIKE THE REST OF US!"
"OH? So this is where ya go to jerk off uh? Renji asked from behind the wooden door. He stared at the pattern of th wood grains, a blush slowly disappearing. He looked down at his hands. They were stained with a fleshy red. Heat that Ichigo had left upon his touched skin. Ichigo had connected with him. Sighing, he kicked off his pants and grabbed the nearest roll of toilet paper. He began to clean up what the shirt could not.
"SHUT UP! YOU...YOU...EXABITIONIST!" Why had he been overcome with the need to care about Renji? Next time he thought the red head was in pain he'd leave him to die!
"That a big word for ya, why don't ya go get a candy bar as a reward?" Renji moved forward and took of his shirt. He tossed it to the floor and undid his hair tie. Long tendrils of red clashed against light brown as his hair cascaded down his back. His scalp tingled, his body shivering.
"SHUT UP YOU....."Ichigo retaliated, his hands shaking and his cursing rumbling through the wooden door. He heard a familiar click and squeak and knew that Renji must be undressed. His eyes closed, his back resting against the wall as his mind filled with hardened images of striped black and intricate designs embedded into flesh.
An exposed body, an unusual desire, killing him softly and forcefully.
Renji listened, taking in the words until they were drowned out by the sounds of the shower. He stuck his hand under the warm spray and winced. He tried to adjust the water temperature, fiddling with the knobs, and cursing that something so human could cause him so much trouble. It was a torture device, designed to either scold you to death or ice you into a popsicles. Finally he mastered the technique of hot and cold and stepped into the stall. On the other side of the door, Ichigo was still screaming and trying to blot out the images of a naked Renji. In the shower Renji was trying to get the feeling of Ichigo off his skin. Too much desire and sensation would kill him.
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He didn't know how he ended up here, staring at the strange box in Ichigo's living room, and eating dango. He didn't know what was going on between Steve and Susan and whether or not Steve was cheating on her with Jill the barman. He could even begin to fathom what propelled Ichigo to watch such a thing as absurd as "The Truth About Cats And Hogs. So far Renji had not seen one hog or a damn cat. Though most importantly he could not figure out how Ichigo managed to look him in the eyes, let alone not kick him out on the street. Maybe his show of flesh and fingers had scarred the other man into a brain freeze? Or just maybe he had caused some other adverse reaction to surface. Why else was his dream lover staring at his chest and blushing?
It had been three hours since Renji had taken his shower. Three hours since he stepped out of the bathroom in a too small towel. The purple fluffy terrycloth had been wrapped around his waist with plenty of eye candy to behold. Why the hell was there wash cloths and shower cloths? Ichigo had seen him, his face twisting into a contorted frown until he threw his hands up and stalked downstairs. Renji had been left there standing, his fingers scratching at his wet scalp with puzzlement, and his ass exposed..
Time had speed forward, a blur of repetitive actions had taken place until 10 minutes later Ichigo had returned to slump against the wall. His mouth moved noisily, a fish lips taking over Ichigo' own bite able until he curse at him. The words where go gritty and triple x that Renji's ears had never before encountered. It had been amusing and really annoying. Some how the other man registered the same emotions and rushed over to his bed. With a the turning down of his lips he flipped his mattress up and seized a delicate indulgence. With a mouth full of dissolving chocolate he sent garbled words at Renji. Renji was left strickened, his mouth watering, his jeans tightening. A single smear of chocolate marred Ichigo face and Renji was forced to look the other way.
Human strawberry and coco what a sinful concoction.
Now they sat beside each other, Ichigo's face clean of chocolate, and his eyes not focused on the tv. Instead they were fluttering over Renji's body and causing his mind to strangle itself. He was torn, conflicted over what he was, and what he tried to suppress.
"So just where is your family? Did you kill them because you felt bad for telling me to stay up stairs like secret sex slave?" Renji careful quipped, his eyes focused on the scene in front of him. It was hot, smoldering, ad he knew that it could never happen outside the black box.
"Like you could ever be used as a sex slave. From what I understand, you can't last more than five minutes." Ichigo answered back calmly, his eyes locked upon the fabricated kisses and stokes.
"Heh, desperate needs take only minutes to complete."
"Is that so?" His face was burning, his lips drying. He wanted to lick them, to moan, but he couldn't. He wouldn't venture down that path. It was to life changing, to adventuring.
"Yes, now fulfilling and mind tormenting, that takes hours."
"You shouldn't try to be cleaver it doesn't work, you come up short. Besides don't get use to being out here, my family is only gone for a week."
"And there should be a law against the inhuman treatment that ya force your house guests to endure." Renji whispered as he could take no more. The tv was a set for wet dreams as the show finally got explosive. Steve had strayed, coming to the barman's house and attacking him. The struggled, rolling around in each others mouths as they explored each other. It was pure man on man action and Renji was watching it with Ichigo. He could hear his shortness of breath, feel the vibrations of his twitching body, and see the blush that seemed to always be on Ichigo's face. Renji himself was hot, his body aching, as clothes were shredded. The foreplay was precise. It was to good, to heated, to radiating. They could sense the fire that was emitting from the screen and they stared on with secreted looks at each other as the two tv stars finally started rutting.
Moans echoed, lips were licked, nipples were gripped between pearly white, as breaths were dangerously close to stopping. Completion was imminent, eyes watering, and names were being screamed and when the last shout finally echoed through the room minds were immersed in fantasy.
Ichigo reached slowly, grasped the controller, and clicked onto the next channel.
Renji breathed, his lung screaming and he slowly stuttered. "Ya don't see that in Soul Society."
Disclaimer: MY STORY but the characters belong to bleach. blah
Warnings Adult themes, yaoi, oral, solo
THANK YOU MY REVIEWERS! PLEASE KEEP READING AND REVIEWING AND I'LL KEEP WRITING. Next update if i get 3 reviews please.
89999999RenjiIchigohavesexinabathtub788888888888
He was hot, scorching under a frivolous mind and an explosive touch. He was dying, smoldering with the images and touches that surrounded him. He was suffocating, basking in secret pleasures, and burning. He was dreaming and dying all in one.
Condemn him, his thoughts tormented him. Teasing touches and ghosting lips.
A man straddled him, powerful hands pinning him down. Such a display of dominance, so breath taking, and delirious. Orange haired streaked with sweat quivered above him. The strawberry hair's owner quaking with each sensational ripple that he caused to pass through his body. He was riding him, grinding against his thighs and forcing his hardened member into his body.
A rush of pain, a scream, a moan. So overwhelming
Renji took them all in, as his desire, his dream Ichigo rode him like a stallion. He was coming closer, grasping Ichigo's firm backside, and squeezing it with like it was a piece of fruit. Something to be crushed, to be explored with rough hands, and a violent sense of urgency. He was coming closer, almost there, as Ichigo screamed his name and shuddered. He was coming closer, about to explode when he lost it all. His dream, his partner, his moaning all dissolved into a blackened mess.
~CREAK
The image of his eyelids, the annoyance laced at a disasterious sound.
~CREAK
Renji was thrust from his dream of sex and flirtatiousness by the groaning of floorboards. He cursed, opening his eyes, and turning upon his side. His body was slick, saturated with his own perspiration. His fingers where clenched tight, his hands made into fists. He breathed heavily and cursed. His member rose to the attention, its head straining against the denim he had slept in. He was aching, straining with need. He was hard, the toughness of stone and steel. He needed to cum. He had been denied this pleasure, denied the chance to merge with his dream lover, to scream his name.
A stolen chance, the lingering of illusion.
He could almost taste him, the sweet flavor of what he imagined Ichigo to be. It was like fleshy honey, raw, and powerful. It was subtle, containing the heavy essence of the strawberry Shinigami. It rolled around in his mouth and caused his head to swim. He was frozen in a stolen dream. He wanted it.
Behind his closed closet door he could hear the murmurs of movement. The soft twitching of thudded foot steps told him what was happening. Ichigo, the real Ichigo, was awake. He would be yawning, stretching his body, and wiping the sleep from his amber eyes. He would be tired, and oh so lick able.
The teasing of sounds from behind closed doors leads to fantasy of the mind.
Renji was captured why his imagination, compelled to act on it. He freed his hands from their closed posture and moaned silently. He licked his lips and reached down. The metal zipper was hard, cold, and snuggled against the blue material. He clutched at it and zipped it down with a paced speed. Silence was what he would become. He grabbed his hips, his hands slipping beneath, and pulled his pants down past his knees. He was breathing rapidly now, his chest heavy in anticipation. Now he was ready and acted with speed. He grasped his member, his fingers curling around its center. A moan escaped his lips, they parted, and he stroked.
It was heaven, it was hell, it was needed friction.
His fingers worked with a certain touch. Only their very tips pressing against his member. The moved in slow circles, switching between sliding and spiraling. His fingers roamed, they squeezed, they swirled around over his slit and the milky precum that dewed at its top. He was so close, so very close. He could feel the pressure building, mounting in his stomach, and uncoiling in his groin.
He was lost, his eyes rolling backwards, his lips closing. He was so thrown, that he did realize that a new sound had entered into his jerking. He was so close, that when he finally came, he had not noticed the opening of his closet door until it was to late.
A spilling of his essence, a thrusting of his head towards the door, a shocked body.
He had turned his eyes just as he came and came face to face with Ichigo. The man was staring at his soiled seed, his mouth open, and his eyes wide. Renji blanched, a nervous sensation clutching at his chest just as.
"MY FUCKING EYES!" Ichigo screamed and slammed the door shut.
"Fuck," Renji mumbled and looked around for something to clean himself with. He found it and pulled it off its hanger to wipe at his heated skin. He was almost done when the closet blared open again.
"NOO! NOT MY DAMN SHIRT! GO TO THE BATHROOM, THE BATHROOM!" Ichigo had returned, his cheeks flaming and his voice booming. He had caught Renji in the act again. He had been so shocked and flustered at having to find Renji. He had heard the creaking from between the closet door, his ears perked, and wondered what the hell was that sound. Then he heard a moan, a whispered name, and he had lunged forward. What if Renji was hurt? This thought blazed through his mind and he felt worry seize him. He had rushed forward and thrown the door open ready to help Renji with whatever ailment ailed him.
To bad for him, Rejni was only indulging in himself. Ichigo's mouth had gone slack, his eyes taking in the site of Renji pumping himself to completion. Ichigo's mouth watered and he was shaken with fear at what he was seeing. He had screamed, thrown the door closed, and prepared to run out of the room when a thought struck him. What would Renji clean himself off with? With a hurried paced he had thrown the door back open just in time to discover his most convented fear. Renji was using his best shirt to clean his cum covered body. He didn't now what happened next, except he had grabbed the tan shinigami. Ichigo's hands clutched at the firm body and hauled him out of the closet. Renji sputtered, letting go of Ichigo's shirt, and tried to pull his pants up.
Ichigo was screaming, his voice shrieking um, why, and up! He pulled Renji out of his room trying desperately to get the thoughts that raced through his mind to slink away. Renji was good looking, Renji was hot, Renji was big. Finally Ichigo came upon his prize and he threw the door open and tossed the other man inside. He immediately slammed the door shut and heaved. His breath was shaky, his lung screaming at his exertion. Why was he assaulted with such thoughts, why couldn't he breathe, and why could he still feel Renji beneath his finger tips.
"USE THE DAMN BATHROOM LIKE THE REST OF US!"
"OH? So this is where ya go to jerk off uh? Renji asked from behind the wooden door. He stared at the pattern of th wood grains, a blush slowly disappearing. He looked down at his hands. They were stained with a fleshy red. Heat that Ichigo had left upon his touched skin. Ichigo had connected with him. Sighing, he kicked off his pants and grabbed the nearest roll of toilet paper. He began to clean up what the shirt could not.
"SHUT UP! YOU...YOU...EXABITIONIST!" Why had he been overcome with the need to care about Renji? Next time he thought the red head was in pain he'd leave him to die!
"That a big word for ya, why don't ya go get a candy bar as a reward?" Renji moved forward and took of his shirt. He tossed it to the floor and undid his hair tie. Long tendrils of red clashed against light brown as his hair cascaded down his back. His scalp tingled, his body shivering.
"SHUT UP YOU....."Ichigo retaliated, his hands shaking and his cursing rumbling through the wooden door. He heard a familiar click and squeak and knew that Renji must be undressed. His eyes closed, his back resting against the wall as his mind filled with hardened images of striped black and intricate designs embedded into flesh.
An exposed body, an unusual desire, killing him softly and forcefully.
Renji listened, taking in the words until they were drowned out by the sounds of the shower. He stuck his hand under the warm spray and winced. He tried to adjust the water temperature, fiddling with the knobs, and cursing that something so human could cause him so much trouble. It was a torture device, designed to either scold you to death or ice you into a popsicles. Finally he mastered the technique of hot and cold and stepped into the stall. On the other side of the door, Ichigo was still screaming and trying to blot out the images of a naked Renji. In the shower Renji was trying to get the feeling of Ichigo off his skin. Too much desire and sensation would kill him.
898090909090
He didn't know how he ended up here, staring at the strange box in Ichigo's living room, and eating dango. He didn't know what was going on between Steve and Susan and whether or not Steve was cheating on her with Jill the barman. He could even begin to fathom what propelled Ichigo to watch such a thing as absurd as "The Truth About Cats And Hogs. So far Renji had not seen one hog or a damn cat. Though most importantly he could not figure out how Ichigo managed to look him in the eyes, let alone not kick him out on the street. Maybe his show of flesh and fingers had scarred the other man into a brain freeze? Or just maybe he had caused some other adverse reaction to surface. Why else was his dream lover staring at his chest and blushing?
It had been three hours since Renji had taken his shower. Three hours since he stepped out of the bathroom in a too small towel. The purple fluffy terrycloth had been wrapped around his waist with plenty of eye candy to behold. Why the hell was there wash cloths and shower cloths? Ichigo had seen him, his face twisting into a contorted frown until he threw his hands up and stalked downstairs. Renji had been left there standing, his fingers scratching at his wet scalp with puzzlement, and his ass exposed..
Time had speed forward, a blur of repetitive actions had taken place until 10 minutes later Ichigo had returned to slump against the wall. His mouth moved noisily, a fish lips taking over Ichigo' own bite able until he curse at him. The words where go gritty and triple x that Renji's ears had never before encountered. It had been amusing and really annoying. Some how the other man registered the same emotions and rushed over to his bed. With a the turning down of his lips he flipped his mattress up and seized a delicate indulgence. With a mouth full of dissolving chocolate he sent garbled words at Renji. Renji was left strickened, his mouth watering, his jeans tightening. A single smear of chocolate marred Ichigo face and Renji was forced to look the other way.
Human strawberry and coco what a sinful concoction.
Now they sat beside each other, Ichigo's face clean of chocolate, and his eyes not focused on the tv. Instead they were fluttering over Renji's body and causing his mind to strangle itself. He was torn, conflicted over what he was, and what he tried to suppress.
"So just where is your family? Did you kill them because you felt bad for telling me to stay up stairs like secret sex slave?" Renji careful quipped, his eyes focused on the scene in front of him. It was hot, smoldering, ad he knew that it could never happen outside the black box.
"Like you could ever be used as a sex slave. From what I understand, you can't last more than five minutes." Ichigo answered back calmly, his eyes locked upon the fabricated kisses and stokes.
"Heh, desperate needs take only minutes to complete."
"Is that so?" His face was burning, his lips drying. He wanted to lick them, to moan, but he couldn't. He wouldn't venture down that path. It was to life changing, to adventuring.
"Yes, now fulfilling and mind tormenting, that takes hours."
"You shouldn't try to be cleaver it doesn't work, you come up short. Besides don't get use to being out here, my family is only gone for a week."
"And there should be a law against the inhuman treatment that ya force your house guests to endure." Renji whispered as he could take no more. The tv was a set for wet dreams as the show finally got explosive. Steve had strayed, coming to the barman's house and attacking him. The struggled, rolling around in each others mouths as they explored each other. It was pure man on man action and Renji was watching it with Ichigo. He could hear his shortness of breath, feel the vibrations of his twitching body, and see the blush that seemed to always be on Ichigo's face. Renji himself was hot, his body aching, as clothes were shredded. The foreplay was precise. It was to good, to heated, to radiating. They could sense the fire that was emitting from the screen and they stared on with secreted looks at each other as the two tv stars finally started rutting.
Moans echoed, lips were licked, nipples were gripped between pearly white, as breaths were dangerously close to stopping. Completion was imminent, eyes watering, and names were being screamed and when the last shout finally echoed through the room minds were immersed in fantasy.
Ichigo reached slowly, grasped the controller, and clicked onto the next channel.
Renji breathed, his lung screaming and he slowly stuttered. "Ya don't see that in Soul Society."