Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Suddenly and Secretly ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )
[ 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: 10.04.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 899 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Suspense / Drama / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 10.04.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 899 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 6. Sink When You Get Close, Tie Me To The Bed Post.
Warnings! yaoi and sex plus adult themes
disclsmier me own story me, not own characters BLAH!
THANKS YOU MY REVIEWERS!
swordfighter: Thank you for finding my fic and giving it a try. i hope you continue reading
HumanInfiltrator: umm. okay thank you! i take that comment as a ood thing that my writing is realistic. thanks!
Tennak: thank you for the long review! i hope everything works out for them too heheh
Ogichi: yes i love the real sex scene but i'm tease and i love to draw readers in. besides waiting builds momentum.
swordfighter: lol i hate to think hard on names that Ichigo might use.
Penpal: oh thanks for the love i'm writing every chance i get.
X: thank you for thinking its one of the best fanfics you have read in awhile
reni4ever: i shall continue!
Aresy: thanks for finding it funny! this is my favorite bleach pairing
Touya06: nice screen name. i had to leave there! i'm lazy! lol i shall keep writing.
ami" thanks for the two reviews. lol yes byakuya does seem like that. he will appar in the fic later with all his pervertedness. thank you for liking my writing style!
and my one fanfiction.net reviewer, thank you! for chapter 5.
dnite07: i try hard to bring humor and naughtiness up a standard. thanks for finding my fic funny.
8980909090
Ichigo exhaled a freezing release of breath that chilled him to the spot. His fingers twitched like amputees, his eyes fixated on the floor, and he was held captive. His fear was stripped from him, replaced instead by venom. It coursed through his veins like liquid desire. Slowing his movements down to a wheezing crawl . Deadly, wanting, and horrish. His brain whispered feverishly to him. Soft coos and yelping "Nos" of denial encircled him and he exhaled once again. A pattern had been established. A callous rhythm of inhales that were filled with anguish. Composed with the knowledge that was sentencing him. The truth was painful, clear, and simple. No extra additives or fancy words could change that.
It was all over, a nightmare failed to compare with the horrorshow of facts. Kurosaki Ichigo had been discovered.
The words spoken from Renji's lips infiltrated Ichigo and he closed his eyes. He allowed himself to be lost in the final movements of terror. The hour had finally dawned and the stale ringing of the invisible clock brought a sense of imposing dread to Ichigo's heart. Ichigo heard clips and phrases, words flowing from the other man's mouth, and he felt sick like ginger ale. Silence was domineering, control the flow of words. It was a barrier encased by a veil of blatant realization. That was, except the slow motion movements of Renji's lips and the blaring thumbing of Ichigo's heart. It was breath taking and it caused Ichigo to blink. Ultra-violet and stunning, Ichigo's vision was swimming in psychedelic colors created by his spacing out. Fear was redundant, to mordifing to explain the spinning of his mind.
"I was just getting to the good part."
How sinister of a phrase, how ugly, and deadly the situation had progressed to.
"I was just getting to the good part."
Didn't Renji grasp the magnitude of what he had just inhaled from the screen? Didn't Renji realize he had just exposed Ichigo as a junkie? An addict that needs nothing more than a substantial fix from the most humiliating of addictions? Ichigo questioned himself, gulped, and stared at the shimmering colors.
"I was just getting to the good part."
Ichigo knew then that no matter what would happen, that the current exchange of words flinging from both of their mouths would forever be burned into the pages of history. There was screaming, fists beating against thighs, and voices merging into garbled obscenities. There was a whitewash of fog surrounding Ichigo, slowing down his movements, and coating his brain with a molasses goo of confusion. Ichigo could not think, just shout. Ichigo could not articulate, just thrash his body and point. Ichigo could not tell Renji a good enough lie to sate his burning questions. Instead the invisible colors gleamed impressively until everything stopped spinning. The whitewash had ended, and Ichigo truly breathed. Renji's voice cut him, reconfirming that he would have to act. To face the reality of this confrontation.
Ichigo would have to play his cards right. Otherwise, he'd be force to tell the truth.
"So what? You're yelling at me for the dirty, butchered piece of writing that ya wrote? Are ya saying that its my fault that ya couldn't contain yourself?" Renji stared at Ichigo. Renji's cheeks flushed, his face wild, and his eyes dancing in red. Renji's hair had come lose, tangling down his shoulders, and cascading loosely around his face. Renji looked shaggy, slightly mused, and more than pissed off. His stance was powerful, his posture creating tension, and imprisoning Ichigo in a cave of unease.
"I'm saying that you are to fault with everything! You are a tormentor Renji and you had no right to read what was written there. Regardless of who wrote it!" Ichigo fired back. His body shook with the effects of his discovery. His eyes danced over Renji's and he inhaled the powerful scent of the offended. Renji was towering, pressing his energy around Ichigo, and forcing him stare at Renji's all to familiar form. Renji looked ready to bite and Ichigo gulped.
What happens when fantasy becomes reality? Can it truly transcend the imaginary hipe that illusion creates?
"So ya are admitting that ya wrote it then? If so, ya could have been more descriptive. More hands on." Renji stepped forward and braced himself against Ichigo's chest. Ichigo leaned back, his body absorbing the scent of sweat and raw heat. Ichigo was twisting.
"Back off Renji." It was a warning plea. Ichigo narrowed his eyes into half lids, his body swaying close to Renji's.
"Or what?" Renji whispered, his breath ghosting over Ichigo' ears. Flashes of dreams, remembered suggestions of flesh, and the non existent echoes of yes, harder, faster, fuck me now! swirled around Ichigo's short circuiting brain causing a disastrous reaction. Renji dipped his head to the side. He smelled the scent of strawberries and blew one forceful breath against Ichigo's neck.That was all it took, the final push before Ichigo struck.
With strong hands Ichigo reached up and grabbed Renji's face. His lips moved with violence, smashing against Renji's. It was swift, angry, and demanding. Ichigo lunged forward, his lips assaulting a stun Renji and kissing him with all the passion Ichigo had building up inside him. Ichigo's hands shot forward, grabbing Renji's shirt and pulled him impossibly closer.
Shock wore off and Renji became a copy cat.
Fire, pleasure, and heat beyond all others soared between them. Lips opened and tongues battled for dominance, sinking over curves of chins, biting against inside flesh, and swiping at pearly whites. They were kissing, grasping, and gasping. They were shuddering, pressing their bodies together. They were grinding, lifting legs, and entangling. They were both forgetting everything and finally giving in.
Ichigo shuddered, arched his back like never before, and urged Renji on. Renji relished in the sensation of Ichigo's squirming body, his soft moans, and the feel of his ass. Renji screamed, releasing his hold on Ichigo's swollen lips and shuddering with pleasureful seizures. With strong hands Renji grabbed Ichigo's ass, squeezing it into fisty balls before returning to bite Ichigo's upper lip.
Renji lifted Ichigo off the floor, urging Ichigo to wrap his hips around Renji. Lithe legs encircled a narrow waist and Renji pressed forward. Awakardly eluding the ability to walk. With need so powerful Renji tumbled forward and pressed Ichigo against his bedroom wall. Their bodies slide down, up, and sideways against smooth plaster. Renji's hands found refuge against the wall, and he slammed Ichigo's body against it again and again as their mouths continued to suffocate each other.
fiery had new meaning, desire found relinguishing, and tormenting found its resting place in simmering saliva.
"Renji," Ichigo mewed between desperate oxygen breaks. The world was crumbling, Ichigo's lips were shivering, convulsing with the rapidly heated kiss of wanting. Ichigo was thrusting, banging his head against flesh and crying with memories of past dreams. Reality was to much, fantasy didn't seem surreal enough. Renji was too good of a kisser.
With Ichigo propped against the wall, Renji released his hold and ripped open Ichigo's button up shirt. He sank a hand inside and lowered his head to bite. Ichigo screamed again, mumbling broken syllables with amazing vocal capacity.
"Say it again!" Renji screamed, removing his teeth. Fleshy honey and rawness eat your heart out.
He had littered Ichigo's chest with bites, red marks of teeth indentions, and had left a wet trail of saliva coursing down Ichigo's front. With a smirk and tonguey kiss, Renji reached up grasped a harden nipple. It was hard, tougher than a pebble, and it made Ichigo cry even more vehemently. Renji twisted and Ichigo continued his sonnet of the name Abarai Renji.
Renji relented, released the abused nipple, and subjected its twin to equal punishment before raking his nails down Ichigo's chest. There was no hair, no course wiry covering of unattractiveness. Just a fine dusty of down that made Renji's arousal even harder. Ichigo pressed with the desire to return the torture, to return the pleasure, reached up and pulled Renji's on scarlet locks. He burrowed his fingers in it, causing Renji to jerk his head back. Renji's scalp burned and tingled. Ichigo tugged and ground his hips against something harder than rocky abs.
Their members were straining against their pants. Weeping, producing wet patches of dark material on their fronts. Sending large jolts of pleasure running through their bodies when they collided.
Somehow their dualistic display of walking, slinking against a wall, and humping horizontally found its way to Ichigo's desk. Somehow hands retracted from vermilion hair to rip apart a shinigami's top covering and suck at a red head's own neglected nipples. Somehow biting, scratching, and licking everything seemed to be too normal, to overpowering not to lead to thrusting and squeezing the innards of thighs. Somehow Ichigo's once precious computer was sent crashing to the floor in a display of sparks and broken plastic. Books, mouse, keyword, pieces of paper, and other trivia junk surrounded a crack screen as Renji swept Ichigo's sturdy desk clean.
Renji dropped Ichigo against the slab of wood and climbed on top of the almost naked shinigami. With fumbling fingers, Renji unzipped Ichigo's pants. He grasped at the boxer's beneath and with one motion pulled both coverings down to bunch around Ichigo's ankles. Renji leaned up, moving Ichigo's hands to commit the same act. Ichigo bit his lip, moaning as Renji fidgeted. Ichigo suppressed horrific anger. Renji was wearing his hakama and untieing them was more than a wait. With rushing fingers he undid the sash, grasped at the dark material, and when they would slide down Ichigo screamed. With frustration that amused Renji, Ichigo ripped Renji's pants off to discover a surprise. Renji didn't wear underwear.
An eyebrow lifted but Ichigo didn't dwell on that tasty fact as he continued to strip Renji of his modesty. Soon both of them were as good as naked. Only minor strips of clothing creating a barrier of proportional annoyance.
"Are you done?" Renji whispered.
"Shut up and fuck me Renji" Ichigo growled back and grasped Renji's ass.
"Yes master," Renji squeaked as nails burrowed themselves inside his soft flesh.
"Glad you know your place!" Ichigo twisted his nails and pulled Renji against is chest.
"Careful Ichigo, or i'll put you across my lap and spank you." Renji breathed as he licked Ichigo's lips.
It was a repeat conversation. This time lacking the annoyance, but gaining all the heated aggression and sexual fulfillment.
Renji licked the side of Ichigo's face. He nibbled on Ichigo's ear and lifted Ichigo's legs. Renji dunked under the opening of the spread limbs and rested them on his shoulders. With slick fingers Renji teased Ichigo. Sliding calloused digits down the strawberry head's crack. Renji was swift, slow, and terrorizing. Ichigo bucked with need as Renji inserted a single finger. The tight carven was a burning furnace, Constricting around Renji's fingers in sighting a buck from Ichigo nd i whimper from Renji. The single appendage explored, swirled around muscle before Renji slipped in another finger. Ichigo muffled a scream, his bofy pushing back on Renji's fingers. With a scissoring motion Renji loosened Ichigo while with a stroking manner Renji pushed Ichigo near the edge.
A tongue traced virgin curves, dipping deliciously close, and navigating around pulsing heat. Ichigo's member twitched as Renji circled around the base. Tasting, and biting before licking swiftly along its length. The taste of salt raced along Renji's tongue as he brought his free hand up to squeeze Ichigo's balls. Ichigo screamed, squirmed his body closer to Renji, and shouted "fuck yes" when Renji inserted the third and final finger.
Exploring was difficult. More than a tricky procedure when both of Renji's hands were doing different movements. His left hand was sliding around Ichigo genitals while is right was buried three fifths in the man's ass. Ichigo panted, his breath a dog's lament as Renji finally slid out of him. With a wicked smile Renji kissed him roughly.
One last deep heated kiss before causing Ichigo spasm in pain. With much force Renji entered Ichigo, slamming his member into the still to tight hole. Ichigo whimpered, tried not to press back, and urged Renji to move. Renji grunted, pressing his hands on Ichigo' shoulders and started his movements. In and out, fast and hard, and swift and pain easing. Renji twisted the stinging pain into a screaming match of pleasure. Ichigo shuddered, panted harder, and felt his body melt into butter.
Renji pounded into him. Bringing his member close to Ichigo's exit before slamming back in again. Renji swirled around inside of him until he hit something that caused white, hot bliss to erupt before Ichigo's eyes. With a final scream Ichigo urged Renji on until a tightening in Ichigo's balls signal what he had been waiting two years for. With a scream that matched Ichigo's Renji came spilling his speed into Ichigo's body. Ichigo's member released, coating both of their stomach with milky white semen.
Seconds passed, both of them staring at the other, as there breath's settled back into a peaceful pattern. Renji released his hold on Ichigo's shoulders and slide out of the still tight hole. Ichigo closed his eyes, starring at shimmering colors, and felt Renji's warm breath against his ear. Renji whispered softly, the words tragic, and oh so condemning.
"I was just getting to the good part."
Ichigo's eyes shot open, his mind halting to a stand still. The whitewash confusion had returned The room was spinning, tossing him back and forth violently before slowing down to a topsy curvy crawl.
Ichigo blinked. The room stopped spinning, and his eyes focused in on the real body before him.
"I WAS JUST GETTING TO THE GOOD PART!"
Renji shouted from his position on the floor. From where Ichigo had thrown him. Ichigo blinked, cleared the colors, cleared the rushed cheeks, and cleared the vision. His breath stopped, his lungs began to scream and Renji starred at him with confusion.
"OH!"
Nothing had been real, everything was fantasy.
"OH!"
Nothing was sane, the actions he had committed were fragmented. It was just a desire unfilled.
"OH! YOU BASTARD!" Renji screamed at him and Ichigo snapped back into reality. Renji was starring at him, standing in front of his blushing face, and yelling.
" WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME SEX WAS THAT EASY TO FIND HERE!" Renji quirked an eyebrow and asked an alarming question. His face composed of seriousness.
"You got anymore things that holds porn and all that craziness?"
What happens when reality becomes starts playing game and fantasy seemed oh so touchable.
So Ichigo starred, gulped, and fell backwards. Ichigo hit the ground with a thud and starred at the red head standing over him. Renji opened his mouth to say something else but Ichigo cut him off.
"I hate you Renji"
78890809090
I'm evil! but i thought it would be funny and a good chapter.
Warnings! yaoi and sex plus adult themes
disclsmier me own story me, not own characters BLAH!
THANKS YOU MY REVIEWERS!
swordfighter: Thank you for finding my fic and giving it a try. i hope you continue reading
HumanInfiltrator: umm. okay thank you! i take that comment as a ood thing that my writing is realistic. thanks!
Tennak: thank you for the long review! i hope everything works out for them too heheh
Ogichi: yes i love the real sex scene but i'm tease and i love to draw readers in. besides waiting builds momentum.
swordfighter: lol i hate to think hard on names that Ichigo might use.
Penpal: oh thanks for the love i'm writing every chance i get.
X: thank you for thinking its one of the best fanfics you have read in awhile
reni4ever: i shall continue!
Aresy: thanks for finding it funny! this is my favorite bleach pairing
Touya06: nice screen name. i had to leave there! i'm lazy! lol i shall keep writing.
ami" thanks for the two reviews. lol yes byakuya does seem like that. he will appar in the fic later with all his pervertedness. thank you for liking my writing style!
and my one fanfiction.net reviewer, thank you! for chapter 5.
dnite07: i try hard to bring humor and naughtiness up a standard. thanks for finding my fic funny.
8980909090
Ichigo exhaled a freezing release of breath that chilled him to the spot. His fingers twitched like amputees, his eyes fixated on the floor, and he was held captive. His fear was stripped from him, replaced instead by venom. It coursed through his veins like liquid desire. Slowing his movements down to a wheezing crawl . Deadly, wanting, and horrish. His brain whispered feverishly to him. Soft coos and yelping "Nos" of denial encircled him and he exhaled once again. A pattern had been established. A callous rhythm of inhales that were filled with anguish. Composed with the knowledge that was sentencing him. The truth was painful, clear, and simple. No extra additives or fancy words could change that.
It was all over, a nightmare failed to compare with the horrorshow of facts. Kurosaki Ichigo had been discovered.
The words spoken from Renji's lips infiltrated Ichigo and he closed his eyes. He allowed himself to be lost in the final movements of terror. The hour had finally dawned and the stale ringing of the invisible clock brought a sense of imposing dread to Ichigo's heart. Ichigo heard clips and phrases, words flowing from the other man's mouth, and he felt sick like ginger ale. Silence was domineering, control the flow of words. It was a barrier encased by a veil of blatant realization. That was, except the slow motion movements of Renji's lips and the blaring thumbing of Ichigo's heart. It was breath taking and it caused Ichigo to blink. Ultra-violet and stunning, Ichigo's vision was swimming in psychedelic colors created by his spacing out. Fear was redundant, to mordifing to explain the spinning of his mind.
"I was just getting to the good part."
How sinister of a phrase, how ugly, and deadly the situation had progressed to.
"I was just getting to the good part."
Didn't Renji grasp the magnitude of what he had just inhaled from the screen? Didn't Renji realize he had just exposed Ichigo as a junkie? An addict that needs nothing more than a substantial fix from the most humiliating of addictions? Ichigo questioned himself, gulped, and stared at the shimmering colors.
"I was just getting to the good part."
Ichigo knew then that no matter what would happen, that the current exchange of words flinging from both of their mouths would forever be burned into the pages of history. There was screaming, fists beating against thighs, and voices merging into garbled obscenities. There was a whitewash of fog surrounding Ichigo, slowing down his movements, and coating his brain with a molasses goo of confusion. Ichigo could not think, just shout. Ichigo could not articulate, just thrash his body and point. Ichigo could not tell Renji a good enough lie to sate his burning questions. Instead the invisible colors gleamed impressively until everything stopped spinning. The whitewash had ended, and Ichigo truly breathed. Renji's voice cut him, reconfirming that he would have to act. To face the reality of this confrontation.
Ichigo would have to play his cards right. Otherwise, he'd be force to tell the truth.
"So what? You're yelling at me for the dirty, butchered piece of writing that ya wrote? Are ya saying that its my fault that ya couldn't contain yourself?" Renji stared at Ichigo. Renji's cheeks flushed, his face wild, and his eyes dancing in red. Renji's hair had come lose, tangling down his shoulders, and cascading loosely around his face. Renji looked shaggy, slightly mused, and more than pissed off. His stance was powerful, his posture creating tension, and imprisoning Ichigo in a cave of unease.
"I'm saying that you are to fault with everything! You are a tormentor Renji and you had no right to read what was written there. Regardless of who wrote it!" Ichigo fired back. His body shook with the effects of his discovery. His eyes danced over Renji's and he inhaled the powerful scent of the offended. Renji was towering, pressing his energy around Ichigo, and forcing him stare at Renji's all to familiar form. Renji looked ready to bite and Ichigo gulped.
What happens when fantasy becomes reality? Can it truly transcend the imaginary hipe that illusion creates?
"So ya are admitting that ya wrote it then? If so, ya could have been more descriptive. More hands on." Renji stepped forward and braced himself against Ichigo's chest. Ichigo leaned back, his body absorbing the scent of sweat and raw heat. Ichigo was twisting.
"Back off Renji." It was a warning plea. Ichigo narrowed his eyes into half lids, his body swaying close to Renji's.
"Or what?" Renji whispered, his breath ghosting over Ichigo' ears. Flashes of dreams, remembered suggestions of flesh, and the non existent echoes of yes, harder, faster, fuck me now! swirled around Ichigo's short circuiting brain causing a disastrous reaction. Renji dipped his head to the side. He smelled the scent of strawberries and blew one forceful breath against Ichigo's neck.That was all it took, the final push before Ichigo struck.
With strong hands Ichigo reached up and grabbed Renji's face. His lips moved with violence, smashing against Renji's. It was swift, angry, and demanding. Ichigo lunged forward, his lips assaulting a stun Renji and kissing him with all the passion Ichigo had building up inside him. Ichigo's hands shot forward, grabbing Renji's shirt and pulled him impossibly closer.
Shock wore off and Renji became a copy cat.
Fire, pleasure, and heat beyond all others soared between them. Lips opened and tongues battled for dominance, sinking over curves of chins, biting against inside flesh, and swiping at pearly whites. They were kissing, grasping, and gasping. They were shuddering, pressing their bodies together. They were grinding, lifting legs, and entangling. They were both forgetting everything and finally giving in.
Ichigo shuddered, arched his back like never before, and urged Renji on. Renji relished in the sensation of Ichigo's squirming body, his soft moans, and the feel of his ass. Renji screamed, releasing his hold on Ichigo's swollen lips and shuddering with pleasureful seizures. With strong hands Renji grabbed Ichigo's ass, squeezing it into fisty balls before returning to bite Ichigo's upper lip.
Renji lifted Ichigo off the floor, urging Ichigo to wrap his hips around Renji. Lithe legs encircled a narrow waist and Renji pressed forward. Awakardly eluding the ability to walk. With need so powerful Renji tumbled forward and pressed Ichigo against his bedroom wall. Their bodies slide down, up, and sideways against smooth plaster. Renji's hands found refuge against the wall, and he slammed Ichigo's body against it again and again as their mouths continued to suffocate each other.
fiery had new meaning, desire found relinguishing, and tormenting found its resting place in simmering saliva.
"Renji," Ichigo mewed between desperate oxygen breaks. The world was crumbling, Ichigo's lips were shivering, convulsing with the rapidly heated kiss of wanting. Ichigo was thrusting, banging his head against flesh and crying with memories of past dreams. Reality was to much, fantasy didn't seem surreal enough. Renji was too good of a kisser.
With Ichigo propped against the wall, Renji released his hold and ripped open Ichigo's button up shirt. He sank a hand inside and lowered his head to bite. Ichigo screamed again, mumbling broken syllables with amazing vocal capacity.
"Say it again!" Renji screamed, removing his teeth. Fleshy honey and rawness eat your heart out.
He had littered Ichigo's chest with bites, red marks of teeth indentions, and had left a wet trail of saliva coursing down Ichigo's front. With a smirk and tonguey kiss, Renji reached up grasped a harden nipple. It was hard, tougher than a pebble, and it made Ichigo cry even more vehemently. Renji twisted and Ichigo continued his sonnet of the name Abarai Renji.
Renji relented, released the abused nipple, and subjected its twin to equal punishment before raking his nails down Ichigo's chest. There was no hair, no course wiry covering of unattractiveness. Just a fine dusty of down that made Renji's arousal even harder. Ichigo pressed with the desire to return the torture, to return the pleasure, reached up and pulled Renji's on scarlet locks. He burrowed his fingers in it, causing Renji to jerk his head back. Renji's scalp burned and tingled. Ichigo tugged and ground his hips against something harder than rocky abs.
Their members were straining against their pants. Weeping, producing wet patches of dark material on their fronts. Sending large jolts of pleasure running through their bodies when they collided.
Somehow their dualistic display of walking, slinking against a wall, and humping horizontally found its way to Ichigo's desk. Somehow hands retracted from vermilion hair to rip apart a shinigami's top covering and suck at a red head's own neglected nipples. Somehow biting, scratching, and licking everything seemed to be too normal, to overpowering not to lead to thrusting and squeezing the innards of thighs. Somehow Ichigo's once precious computer was sent crashing to the floor in a display of sparks and broken plastic. Books, mouse, keyword, pieces of paper, and other trivia junk surrounded a crack screen as Renji swept Ichigo's sturdy desk clean.
Renji dropped Ichigo against the slab of wood and climbed on top of the almost naked shinigami. With fumbling fingers, Renji unzipped Ichigo's pants. He grasped at the boxer's beneath and with one motion pulled both coverings down to bunch around Ichigo's ankles. Renji leaned up, moving Ichigo's hands to commit the same act. Ichigo bit his lip, moaning as Renji fidgeted. Ichigo suppressed horrific anger. Renji was wearing his hakama and untieing them was more than a wait. With rushing fingers he undid the sash, grasped at the dark material, and when they would slide down Ichigo screamed. With frustration that amused Renji, Ichigo ripped Renji's pants off to discover a surprise. Renji didn't wear underwear.
An eyebrow lifted but Ichigo didn't dwell on that tasty fact as he continued to strip Renji of his modesty. Soon both of them were as good as naked. Only minor strips of clothing creating a barrier of proportional annoyance.
"Are you done?" Renji whispered.
"Shut up and fuck me Renji" Ichigo growled back and grasped Renji's ass.
"Yes master," Renji squeaked as nails burrowed themselves inside his soft flesh.
"Glad you know your place!" Ichigo twisted his nails and pulled Renji against is chest.
"Careful Ichigo, or i'll put you across my lap and spank you." Renji breathed as he licked Ichigo's lips.
It was a repeat conversation. This time lacking the annoyance, but gaining all the heated aggression and sexual fulfillment.
Renji licked the side of Ichigo's face. He nibbled on Ichigo's ear and lifted Ichigo's legs. Renji dunked under the opening of the spread limbs and rested them on his shoulders. With slick fingers Renji teased Ichigo. Sliding calloused digits down the strawberry head's crack. Renji was swift, slow, and terrorizing. Ichigo bucked with need as Renji inserted a single finger. The tight carven was a burning furnace, Constricting around Renji's fingers in sighting a buck from Ichigo nd i whimper from Renji. The single appendage explored, swirled around muscle before Renji slipped in another finger. Ichigo muffled a scream, his bofy pushing back on Renji's fingers. With a scissoring motion Renji loosened Ichigo while with a stroking manner Renji pushed Ichigo near the edge.
A tongue traced virgin curves, dipping deliciously close, and navigating around pulsing heat. Ichigo's member twitched as Renji circled around the base. Tasting, and biting before licking swiftly along its length. The taste of salt raced along Renji's tongue as he brought his free hand up to squeeze Ichigo's balls. Ichigo screamed, squirmed his body closer to Renji, and shouted "fuck yes" when Renji inserted the third and final finger.
Exploring was difficult. More than a tricky procedure when both of Renji's hands were doing different movements. His left hand was sliding around Ichigo genitals while is right was buried three fifths in the man's ass. Ichigo panted, his breath a dog's lament as Renji finally slid out of him. With a wicked smile Renji kissed him roughly.
One last deep heated kiss before causing Ichigo spasm in pain. With much force Renji entered Ichigo, slamming his member into the still to tight hole. Ichigo whimpered, tried not to press back, and urged Renji to move. Renji grunted, pressing his hands on Ichigo' shoulders and started his movements. In and out, fast and hard, and swift and pain easing. Renji twisted the stinging pain into a screaming match of pleasure. Ichigo shuddered, panted harder, and felt his body melt into butter.
Renji pounded into him. Bringing his member close to Ichigo's exit before slamming back in again. Renji swirled around inside of him until he hit something that caused white, hot bliss to erupt before Ichigo's eyes. With a final scream Ichigo urged Renji on until a tightening in Ichigo's balls signal what he had been waiting two years for. With a scream that matched Ichigo's Renji came spilling his speed into Ichigo's body. Ichigo's member released, coating both of their stomach with milky white semen.
Seconds passed, both of them staring at the other, as there breath's settled back into a peaceful pattern. Renji released his hold on Ichigo's shoulders and slide out of the still tight hole. Ichigo closed his eyes, starring at shimmering colors, and felt Renji's warm breath against his ear. Renji whispered softly, the words tragic, and oh so condemning.
"I was just getting to the good part."
Ichigo's eyes shot open, his mind halting to a stand still. The whitewash confusion had returned The room was spinning, tossing him back and forth violently before slowing down to a topsy curvy crawl.
Ichigo blinked. The room stopped spinning, and his eyes focused in on the real body before him.
"I WAS JUST GETTING TO THE GOOD PART!"
Renji shouted from his position on the floor. From where Ichigo had thrown him. Ichigo blinked, cleared the colors, cleared the rushed cheeks, and cleared the vision. His breath stopped, his lungs began to scream and Renji starred at him with confusion.
"OH!"
Nothing had been real, everything was fantasy.
"OH!"
Nothing was sane, the actions he had committed were fragmented. It was just a desire unfilled.
"OH! YOU BASTARD!" Renji screamed at him and Ichigo snapped back into reality. Renji was starring at him, standing in front of his blushing face, and yelling.
" WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME SEX WAS THAT EASY TO FIND HERE!" Renji quirked an eyebrow and asked an alarming question. His face composed of seriousness.
"You got anymore things that holds porn and all that craziness?"
What happens when reality becomes starts playing game and fantasy seemed oh so touchable.
So Ichigo starred, gulped, and fell backwards. Ichigo hit the ground with a thud and starred at the red head standing over him. Renji opened his mouth to say something else but Ichigo cut him off.
"I hate you Renji"
78890809090
I'm evil! but i thought it would be funny and a good chapter.