Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Tales of a Broken Society ❯ Chapter 29

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

They were adorable, standing on either side of the room, nearly glaring at one another as they fought with each other. It wasn’t often they fought any more, but when they did it, it was adorable to watch for a while. Ichigo was a fiery as his hair while Ishida was the opposite, being cool usually but getting down right freezing when he got pissed, which wasn’t often. It was still cute and gave him a good show, as the fight he was watching now proved.

Settling back into his seat, legs crossed, Renji sipped his iced as Ichigo snarled, eyes flashing at Ishida. The accusations coming from the Quincy made him wince a few times, knowing that Ichigo would never stray, much less cheat on them but the even of their morning had set off Ishida in the worst way, nearly attacking Ichigo the moment they had sent their friends off from the early morning breakfast.

“What do you mean how long have I been fucking Rukia?” Ichigo yelled, disgust evident in his voice as he shook his head and started to talk from one side of the room to the other. “Her jumping me while I’m getting the fucking juice does not constitute me fucking her! I can’t get it up for a girl, and as it is, I really don’t want a female in my bed. I would have thought that my rather high screams last night would have clued you into my delight of having men in my bed.”

“You didn’t push her off!” Ishida growled in return.

“Do you know why I had teeth marks in my lip? I had no urge to loose my bottom lip, thank you,” Ichigo snarled, turning around and looking hurt at his Quincy lover. “Is that what you really think about me? That I would just sleep with someone?” he asked quietly, stunning the two into silence. Snorting again, Ichigo walked out of the living room, their bedroom door closing behind him soon after.

“Lovely,” Renji moaned as Ishida flopped onto the couch and buried his face into his hands. “You do realize that we’re both screwed until you say sorry to him right?” the red head drawled, getting glared at by Ishida. “You should know better. He’s loyal to a fault and is easily hurt by unfounded accusations, especially when they include him cheating on someone. You know how much Kenpachi cheating on him hurt.”

“I know. Gods, did I fuck up,” Ishida moaned, rubbing his face and picking up his own drink, draining half of the glass. “Just seeing that bitch all over him like that made me so pissed. I don’t know, I just lost myself to my anger ands it just came out.”

“You’re gonna have to do some major sucking up to get back in his good graces,” Renji mused, pulling Ishida into a hug. “You figure out how to suck up to him and I’m going to go sooth him. Maybe see if I can’t coax him out of the room,” he continued, getting a nod before Ishida stood with a slight bounce.

“I have an idea. Cuddle our fiery one and then, if you have to, drag him out in about and hour,” he told his red headed mate, eyes sparkling as he stalked to the kitchen. Shaking his head, Renji headed to the bedroom, finding Ichigo sitting in the window seat, knees drawn up so he could rest his head on them.

Pausing to take in the beauty of his youngest mate, he enjoyed the way the sun danced over red hair and lean limbs. It was a pleasant sight, that was for sure. Smirking, he walked over and sat down, pulling a surprised Ichigo into his arms, wrapping him up with a sweet smile.

“He didn’t mean it,” he breathed into a delicate ear, feeling the younger male shiver against him. Nuzzling into the soft hair, he took a deep breath of the tea scent of Ichigos shampoo, feeling the substitute nod and relax against him.

“I know. I heard him talking with you out in the living room. I suppose I can understand where he’s coming from, but it still hurts to be accused of cheating. I’m not going to put you two through that, couldn’t do it,” he breathed out, leaning into Renjis body, eyes fluttering closed as he breathed in his lovers musky scent.

“He knows that and I know that. It wasn’t like he meant it. I believe that he had lost himself, like he had said,” Renji soothed, smoothing his hands down Ichigos arms, feeling another shiver move the lean body. The two sat there, enjoying the closeness of t heir partner, eyes half lidded and watching the outside world, thoughts drifting about.

“Do I smell coconut and chocolate?” Ichigo hummed, shifting in place, smiling sweetly up at Renji.

“Yeah, it’s almost time for me to drag you out of this room and into the kitchen there,” the red head teased, the small of the two tugging on his lovers hair in retaliation. “Come on. Let’s go enjoy our lunch and see what Ishida has to say to you,” he hummed, standing up and throwing Ichigo over his shoulder, ignoring the protests that came from him. Walking out of the room, he found Ishida putting down several dishes, ranging from pancakes all the way up to some of Ichigos favorite desserts. “Wow, that’s some apology,” he breathed, putting Ichigo down as he stared and nodded.

“I am sorry, Ichigo,” Ishida hummed, hugging Ichigo from behind, burying his nose into the soft neck.

“I suppose I can forgive you, especially if that’s baklava,” was the reply, Ichigo smiling at the huffing laugh.

“Looks like it. Let’s eat and then we can plot on how to strangle Rukia for touching what’s ours,” Renji suddenly chirped, nearly drooling at the food.

“I thought she was your best friend,” Ichigo said, sitting down before being tugged into Ishidas lap. Renji smirked and shook his head, eyes trailing over the two beautiful men before him.

“She tried to touch you. She’s hardly a friend now,” Renji drawled, reaching forward only to get his hand whapped by Ishida.

“Ichigo first!”

“Aww!

“Ha!”