Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Suddenly and Secretly ❯ 5 ( Chapter 5 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Chapter 5. Reality, Insanity, And A Computer.

Disclaimer: i own this story but not bleach

Warnings"A LEMON SCENE and adult content like yaoi and sex

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Renji's forehead glistened with sweat. The tiny drops of moisture blistering into pockets of uncomfortable as he perspired. His skin was bronzed by fresh kisses from the sun, leaving him marked by its scorching fingers. His eyes were closed with weary, his lids weighed down with exhaustion. His back was arched, his hands hanging loosely by his side, as he sat on top of a city building. He was tired, his body tingling with overuse. The sky was lazy, skewed with wispy clouds, and sluggishly twisting its cold blue color into burning amber. The sun was setting and his day had been wasted staring at the passage of cars. Some much time lost to the knowldge of reports and second information.

This was where it was all suppose to happen. This was where the attacks were suppose to commence and where the hollows ventured out from their crevices to play. However, the only thing that had appeared before Renji were countless humans and the flapping of wings.

Renji was dizzy with sarcastic happiness at the progress he had accomplished. Three days had passed since he moved into Ichigo's closet, seven days total that he had been in ningenkai, and not one major hollow attack had occurred. He had been sequestered away in suburbia awaiting the alarming beep of his cell phone. By the second day he had been driven out of Ichigo's comfy house to slay a hollow but was left the sticky residue of disappoint. The hollow's energy level had been that of minuscule. The hollow had been a freshly born fledgling, incapable of the heinous acts that Renji's reports' boasted.

Where was the numerous and omni powerful hollows? Where was the bloodshed and missing humans? Where was the job that he had been ordered to fulfill? Renji threw the questions to the passing birds and spent the third day of his shacking up with Ichigo pondering.

Had he been given wrongful information? No, he was wasting time and money just being out of soul society. Had the bureau of information and technology been wrong? Hardly practical, that creepy captain would never make such a mistake. Had Renji been lied to?

Byakuya was an evil bastard.

This question struck a chord and Renji dwelled upon the possibilities of this being a scheme created by Byakuya. Why call a meeting and have fake reports? Why do any of this if Byakuya's soul purpose was making Renji's life miserable? The man had already accomplished that feat with his slipping of his tongue. Byakuya's voicing of his personal exploits had caused Renji to be harassed not only by his squad but by all of soul society. Byakuya was a coward, hiding behind smirks and tricky usages.

Renji flushed red with anger at the thought of Byakuya tricking him. His blood boiled and scenarios of Byakuya's trickery flowed to him.

With a loathful groan and a heavy sigh, Renji shook away the image of his steely captain. Though, whether this case was false or genuine, Renji was still stuck in ningenkai. Still stuck and graced with the opportunity of sleeping three feet away from Ichigo. A shiver erupted through Renji's body and he mewed in appreciation at the memories that name brought forth. Gone was the picture of perfectly groomed composure. Its replacement was rawness, subtle smiles, and brutish behavior. Ichigo, the real Ichigo, was more than Renji could ever hope to imagine. The last three days had filled him with enough lust and seedy desires that Renji was stricken with need. With a quivering voice and a hidden body Renji was forced to jerk off a record twelve times. Each time more fulfilling than the last stroke. Luckily, Ichigo had not broken his record of walking in on him. Otherwise, Renji doubted if would be able to control his urge to grab the shinigami and fuck him into the floorboards of the closet.

Renji growled and opened his eyes, forcefully ending his recount of what he would do to Ichigo. The sun had set, leaving in its trail a dusting of stars. Night was coming into bloom and Renji was weary from doing nothing all day. He need to move, to return to Ichigo's house. With a gentle push, he leaped from the building and began his return back to Ichigo.

Ichigo, was a strange person. The boy was obessed with chocolate and other such treats. For the last three days Ichigo would do the same routine. He would wake from his slumber, rub the sleep from his eyes, and strip for his bath. Then, after selecting his outfit for the day, Ichigo would trudge down the steps and clean up his house. Breakfast eluded him and therefore Renji was well. When all the chores had been finished Ichigo would do something that truly made Renji' mouth water. Ichigo would train.

For hours the strawberry shinigami would toil under the sun, sweat slipping down his front, over his muscles, and down his back into forbidden crevices. Renji would watch from the sidelines until he could take no more. He had surprised Ichigo three days ago by nearly jumping him. Renji had been so thralled by seeing Ichigo flex and twist that he attacked the other man. A fist, a kick, a dive, and that was all it took before they were sparing. With the images of the sex scene from that strange box Renji was fueled with energy. He replayed it all in his mind and with that burning need, Renji channeled it all into beating Ichigo.

Any excuse just to touch Ichigo. That was how there short time together was spent. After the fights they both collapsed exhausted, their breath's merging into one heavy pant as they stared at each other. Seconds flowed, insult were playfully thrown, and an otherwise telltale blush would blend in perfectly with their over heated bodies. Neither of them knowing that the other was red from something other than their activities. Then after they would finally look away, they would fall into silence, Ichigo leading them into his house. They would bathe and Renji would fantasy. Afterwards, with the silence still reigning, they would settle upon Ichigo's couch and watch came out of the television set.

That was what Renji was expecting when he entered through Ichigo's window. He expected to bathe, climb onto the couch, and watch the new episode of Fragile with his one secret desire. But destiny had other plans. Funny how things never work out, especially for Abarai Renji.

Renji entered through the window, his feet hitting the soft carpet, and his head ducking under the sill. Smiling at the cold air that brushed over him he called out for Ichigo. No answer met his and Renji shrugged. He placed Zabimaru on the bed and started to towards the door intent on bathing. He grasped the handle prepared to turn it when a flicker of movement caught his attention. Renji cocked his head to the side and stared at the other strange box that Ichigo possessed.

This box was different from the one in the living room. This box's screen was thin, its color blue not black, and its resting box was stamped with the shape of pear(1) This strange, little rectangle came with a thing Ichigo called a "mouse" and another square with up raised cubes. Renji had noticed the box the first day he came to stay with the other man, but its screen had been black, dark, and turned "off". Upon asking Ichigo the Renji had been forewarned never to touch it. Ichigo's threat had been severe, telling Renji that Ichigo would send him back to Urahara with the products Renji had "borrowed" from the saddle hat's shop. However, this time the screen was not vacant of black. It was now illuminated and the picture on its surface caused Renji to nearly gasp. Renji stepped away from the door and ventured forth to explore just what Ichigo had been doing while he was away.



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Ichigo's POV


Maybe it wasn't his fault. Maybe it wasn't stress or lack of something important. Maybe it wasn't so horrible to want it. Maybe the way he felt had nothing to do with trauma or some horrible physiological wound. Maybe....just maybe he wasn't sick. Just so possibly..... maybe it wasn't anything of these things had caused him to stare and question everything before him.

What he wanted and what he should be expected to want were so incompatible that he felt like cringing. Inside he was squirming with unsorted images and shocking actions that he had committed.

His mind was a screaming cauldron of repetitveness. His voice was echoing, bouncing around inside his skull. He was becoming twisted, his emotions blaring forth in scribbles and jagged lines. How many times had he asked himself the same tormenting question? How many seconds had passed before he caught himself staring at things that had always been forbidden? How much longer he could hide?

Contemplative, annoying, and dicisive.

He wanted an answer to these vexing questions. He demanded a reason for his actions, for his erratic behavior.

For his own betrayal.

His body was held captive, his mind the tormentor, the calumniator. His heart was a quaking mass of unease, his symptoms startling. He was burning, his fingers tingling, and his breath turning into strained wisps of exertion. His thoughts were not his own. They were foreign and blasphemous. They were humiliating, threaded with longing, and dipped in heat.

He wanted, he craved, he desired......and he couldn't handle it.

He was screaming, thrusting his hands against slabs of stone and cursing. Why must he feel such things? Why must he be the one to constantly be different? Human or shinigami, dead or alive, gay or straight? He had no answer for these labels, no knowledge of how to attach them to his body. He was a death god, yet a living being. He appreciated plump breasts but was captivated with a drooling yearning at chiseled abs. He wanted one more than the other, he wanted to suck, bite, and dive into a fantasy of the same gender. It was a desperate situation, a mind consuming stand still.

Why did "he" have to come. Why did that man have to slump into his, Kurosaki Ichigo, life and cause him to quake with uncertainty. Ichigo had been strong, handling his feelings, and subduing them. Days would pass and he would not be subjected to starring. He could almost muster enough strength not to glaze at Ishida when they bathed after recess. He could almost pat Chad on the back or spar with him without looking at his firm behind. He was almost sane, almost able to comprehend. That was.....until "he" showed up in his bed naked. The man was wild, Abarai Renji was destructive, volatile, and everything Ichigo longed to touch.

Renji had been his one fantasy, his one sexual dream that still haunted him long after the others had faded. Renji was what he wanted, and it made Ichigo's life horrible to live. After their fight with Aizen, Ichigo assumed Renji would return to Soul Society, to chase after Rukia, or who ever else caught his fancy. What Ichigo had assumed had been wrong. Ichigo had never foreseen that Urahara would throw the red head out into the street or that he would be forced to house Renji in his closet. Ichigo never expected that Renji would be so carefree with his body, his nudeness, or his heated stares.

But...then again what could he expect when dealing with Abarai Renji?

Renji broke all of Ichigo's restraints. Renji caused Ichigo to shudder with hidden pleasure when he saw Renji's naked form. Worse still, Ichigo never knew how he managed not to groan or mewl or release some other type of lusty growl when he caught Renji masturbating in his closet. That was the straw that near broke his proverbial back. Forlornly it almost.

Yet Ichigo had more than enough control to not act on his confusing emotions. Whether or not he liked the appearance of Renji was not in question. It was whether or not Ichigo could admit to himself and the rest of the world that he like the appearance of most of the male population.

It was a shock, a long drown out illusion that Ichigo thought he had yet to awake from. Ichigo had heard the muffled whimpering leaking out from his closet door. He had been woried, afraid that Renji was in pain only to discover something more sinister. Renji's hands around his own shaft and his pants bunched around his own ankles. This was the second time Ichigo had seen Renji naked and he had yet to tire from it. Thankfully fear settle in at his discovery, causing Ichigo to scream and curse at the unabashed warrior.

Ichigo could block the images from his mind and elude their flirtatious calling to remember them, by watching Tv. Ichigo had been able to dislodge his glaze from Renji's when watching Tv. Though unfortunately Renji had found the sex scene on TV so stimulating, that he conversed about it long into the night. The man's lips were murder.

For three days Renji had been staying with Ichigo. Three days and it was already beginning to crack his resolve. Ichigo found himself waiting for Renji to leave to do something he had not done in months. It started out as harmless curiosity, as research into his own pulsating dilemma. It ended with a click of the mouse and the dropping of his jaw. It had grown from a heated blush and straining erection he had acquired from Ishida. For hours Ishida had labored under a hot sun in their shared class Agricultural Studies of the World. Ichigo's mouth had started to water and things other than tending to plants entered his mind.

Ichigo had ventured away from harmless staring and into hazardous ogling of man on man porn. The internet was a tool to fuel his quest for understanding, and a device that caused him moan behind closed doors. The first time he had masturbated to the grainy film of homosexual porn he had been horrified. Still, silent pictures and then writhing bodies coupled with screaming audio plagued his mind. His eyes were assaulted with couplings of moral indecency. Ichigo would grasp his shaft, precum dripping from his slit, and shout mumbled words long into the night.

For three months, Ichigo had snuck away to stare at the saved porn sites he had hidden on his computer. Xero Gravity, Three Men And A Kitten, Seamen, and Taking A Bath With Bubbles(The Guy Next Door) where among his favorite selections from the various visual entertainment that the site Xclusive offered.

Ichigo had an account, false names, and even a profile featuring what he would do if he ever starred in an adult film. To the world of gay porn, he was known as the ThornedStrawberry, XxXSwordSlasherXxX, or worst yet VelvetThunder57. Next to Xclusive Ichigo visited three other free adult sites; Loves To Touch, StrangerThanWhips, and finally Illusions. For three months, Ichigo explored the internet porn world until Yuzu nearly caused him to have a stroke.

Ichigo had been careless, leaving his history uncleared and bookmarking Xclusive. Yuzu had entered his room while he was doing chores. She had wanted to find information for a report on Thailand, and had nearly discovered that her brother liked to watch men being tied to bedposts. Luckily for him, Ichigo entered the room just in time to snatch the mouse out of her hands. Ichigo had freaked, screaming inaudible words and throwing the mouse out of the window. He could deal with Yuzu's screams of him being mean instead of ones of him being an indecent pervert.

After that humiliating experience, Ichigo had evaded the use of his computer. He had been strong, determined, and stuck solely to touching himself under his bed sheets. His orgasms lacked the heat and power they normally possessed when matched with visual components. It was a deamanding sacrifice that Ichigo would stick with in order to be strong and undiscovered. He had been succeeding. That was, until, Renji entered the picture.

All bets were off and his desire to explore his own body intensified. After all, pleasure was only a click away.

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Renji was exploding, his eyes caught in a defiant state of disbelief. He blinked, trying to will the sight away. futility bloomed, and he had no expression for his failed attempt. Nothing would surrender its will and obey, nothing would disappear. No groan escaped his lips, no sigh, or even a forceful moan reached the air. His lips were drawn tight, thin lines of desperation. His heart beat with a frantic pace, shocked at his discovery. His mind processed with an incompetent stupor, a reaction to images presented before him.

The words, the letters, the pictures, and the sinful sounds remained intact. They would not vanish, they would not eroded into a the black confines of the box because he wished it so. Desperately, he shook the screen and was rewarded with slithering of bodies. When the images moved it was violent, more forceful,l and startling than he had ever encountered. They twisted with deception before his figure. Words, images, sounds, they were all fraudulent facts and he dared them to be anything else. Illusion must had seized him, forced his eyes to view corruption. Otherwise he had no explanation.

Renji was chocking, his mouth constricting with an essence of paralyzing. His throat was closing, his mind screaming at the absurdly of it all. It was useless to understand, to guess what this site meant. Just when he was about to lose it all, to become truly flabbergasted, a strange thought struck him. Beneath the uncertainty of his own fear at not knowing what he was staring at, a sense of finding a hidden treasure seized him. Gold lacked luster now, silver burned in an ugly gleam, and everything else that was precious no longer held their value. Renji had discovered a secret, something greater than silver bells and sapphire rings.

Renji had discovered a diamond in the rough, a prize to hold above all others. Renji had found what the human's deemed as "adult material". It was risque, it was dangerous, and it was blatantly exposed before his unvirgin eyes. Renji swallowed, the lump in his throat loosening into a downfall of pebbles that turfed his stomach acid into burning salacious. His body stiffened, his manhood hardening into stone, as his eyes traveled over oiled flesh.

Slowly a lecherous mind overtook his. The site upon the screen was a fantasy straight out of gay hell. Red and black borders overlapped to surround a row of tiny pictures.These pictures despite their size were detailed, exposing every nook and cranny of the human flesh. Raunchy words illuminated in glowing text displayed double meanings. Renji's mouth watered, his lips cracking with new found dryness, and his body began to itch. Madness seized him, giving way to lustful thoughts, and lucrative awareness. Stripped Candy, Naughty Chocolate Bear, The Sweet Spot, Explosive; These words were familiar to Renji. Put them together and they registered as one single thing in Renji's mind.

Sex and lots of it.

Renji smirked, his finger's grasping the "mouse". With curiosity blaring in his eyes Renji pressed down on the up raised surface of the mouse. A click resonated, and the tiny little arrow flickered away. Renji waited, his tension mounting, and his groin tingling with heat.

Nothing happened.

Renji blinked then clicked again

No movement ventured forth.

Renji's lips twitched, turning into a snarl that he flashed at the tiny arrow. With desperate determination Renji clicked a third time, the forth following into a explosive fifth until the sound of vicious chirping filled the room. With full blown vehemence, Renji thrashed the the round piece of plastic in alternating movements until the screen moved and Renji froze. Everything disappeared into a backdrop of white.

Had he broke the box? The once strange and luscious picture dissolved. Renji waited, his head swirling until color appeared, fragmented, and jittery. Renji inhaled then released just as a new image appeared.

"The World Of Secretive Blogs. A Foot Note To Hidden Desires."

The title was bedazzling. Renji's brain scratched itself with invisible fingers. Confusion was abound.

With heavy lashes Renji blinked, the words insighting a reaction to raise his eyebrows. Renji narrowed his amber hues into slits, squinting suspiciously at the bizarre headline. A question stood out from the pool of others and Renji choose to recognize it. What was a blog?

The page that had now appeared was in complete contrast to the former. A large black box situated it's self in the middle of the screen. Gold stars danced around its edges while up at the top, words flashed in and out before disappearing to nightmarish pictures of naughty toys. This box encased a column of carefully scrawled words in multicolor letters. In the top corner two bold words sided by white rectangles stood out.

Username and Log In.

These words sat on top of each other. Their rectangles housing tiny rows of stars that looked like small black dots to Renji's eyes. Not seeing anymore pictures of nipples and reddish groins, Renji moved the arrow up to second white rectangle and clicked.

Experimenting, waiting, hoping desperately for a single glimpse of something out of the ordinary.

A repetition of former actions. Renji's inside quivered with unexpected joy. His breath hitched in his throat. His eyes began to water with the straining of detail that he sought after. The page submerged into white and writing dripped itself upon the page. It contained an entry, a conversation list, and a set of small, square pictures.

Renji hesitated, unsure of what to look at. The "user's favorites pics" were condemning. The conversation list was appealing, if not causing another shrug from Renji. However it was the lasted entry that Renji chose to view. It was after divulging himself in the tiny print, that Renji found something more interesting than displayed nudity. The screen read as such.


Screen Name: ThornedStrawberry
User account 2813712597

Last entry. 12/9/07
A Peek Into My Amber Desires

I am ashamed, embarrassed to have hidden my feeling for so long. My thoughts are overriding inside me. I can not take it much longer, having him living so close to me is strangling. He is suffocation, pure damnation, and sexy all in one. For so long I have desired him, for too long I have wanted him, and for to many nights I have found myself awakening in a stinky mess. I can't explain when I first started of dreaming of him. Just that each night for almost a year it has been the same tantalizing dream

I envision him sneaking into my room, cupping my mouth with his hands, and making everything rough. He touches me, slowly, languishingly. I am fallen, consumed in his utter presence. He is my master, my devourer. He controls me like a puppeteer controlling fragile strings. I beg for more, coo like a wanton whore, and continue begging until my throat bleeds "touch me please". He is a tease, trailing kisses along my chest, biting my nipples, and sinking into the loop of my navel. He licks close, oh so close to my nether regions and i buck with need. He strays, nibbling along the curves of my thighs. I squirm, my toes curling into my body, and my breath hitching. He brings his hands up trailing his nails along my sides. Its electricity, thrilling me to my core. My member his weeping now, burning, and leaking whitish dew.

He smiles. His face is masked my a veil of long reddish tendrils. He leans forwards, his fiery locks brushing against my chest and hardening nipples. His hair ghosts over my throat and I shiver. Who knew that a throat could cause such pleasure? My lover grasps my hips, his nails sinking into my flesh. He flips me over, forcing me to my knees. I am bended to his liking. His breath warms my ass, lingering over my balls, and I shudder. He leans forward and takes a tentative lick. He blinds me with his glory, the positive beauty of his arching member sliding against my crack sends me reeling. It is more than fantasy, more than desire, its straining. I am sinking, melting to each lick of his tongue. Each alternating slide of something larger. I scream, my voice lost in the echoes of our foreplay. A quick sampling before striking.

A harsh slap resonates through my ears. He makes contact again, reddening my ass. He punishes me, marks me for him and him only. I am arching, throwing my head back and screaming silently. I bite my lips and bury my hands into my comforter. I throw my head back as he continues spanking me. Each hit is like lightening, forcing my member to continue swelling. With a final slap he pushes me down and flips me over to face him. I am laying flat against my bed, my breath heaving in and out with the rhythm of a ticking clock.


He takes my hands. Slowly he suck each finger, treasuring their tips and curves. My face is pressed into the mattress of my bed. My family is just feet away, my father watching television. If I scream I am sure to give everything away. Can I sustain my actions? Can I truly control my voice from making mewing screams? I have no answer or desire to think anymore as my fiery lover truly makes me hard.

He lifts my knees up, spreads them apart, and smiles. He is animalistic,, carnal in his methods. He licks his fingers, sucking on them until they drip. He swipes at my balls, trailing his digits lower until they circle my ring. I moan, my fingers twisting, and my body bucking. I press against his hand and he spirals around my muscle before inserting one. I stiffen and wait as he stretches me, inserting another, scissoring me until he completes the trio, and I am full. He pushes, prods, and explore me. I am more than moaning now, past groaning, and over sighing with need. I now that i must release myself, to scream into the air. I swallow as he positions himself. His large member is magnificent, it twitching, moving with a single action as he touches my entrance. I now what is to happen next and as he enters me with i final scream his name. My fiery lover, my dream desire, his name is --

RENJI!!!!!!!!!

Renji snaps his head away from the screen, his body shaking as he the intruding voice startles him out of the chair. Renji looks up, he was just about to read the name of the lover when the voice of Ichigo forced him away from the text. Reeling from the printed sex, Renji blinked as an orange blur assaults him. Renji is lifted up into the air and with a violent movement, Ichigo throws Renji across the room. Then with a mumbling stream of noises Ichigo quickly unplugs the computer. The screen collapses into darkness and the images fades before Renji's dizzy eyes.

With a more than redden face and far to long without oxygen Ichigo races towards Renji and grabs him. Ichigo opens his mouth and inhales, about to assault him verbally when Renji beats him to it.

"HEY! I WAS JUST GETTING TO THE BEST PART!"


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