Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Tales of a Broken Society ❯ Chapter 31

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

He was cool, calm, and rather collected, or at least that’s what he presented to the world. He knew that under the ice that covered hi, Ishida was fiery, passionate about his beliefs and his pleasures. But he hid it so well it had taken Renji nearly a year to crawl under the Quincys skin, but when he had, it had been quite worth it. All that passion under frosty coolness focused at him left the red head breathless and he had been with Ichigo. That had been one boy who could be wild when he let loose.

But the sweeter times, when it was just them, allowed him to catch his breath before it was stolen by the sweetness of those moments. It was amazing to him and he had a feeling that it would always be that way.

Smiling gently, he brushed his fingers through dark hair, watching Ishida shift and murmur quietly in his sleep, his nose wrinkling as he shifted again and pressed his body close.

Running his fingers down the lean body against his, Renji enjoyed the warmth under his hand, basking in it. Licking his lips, he hummed quietly and nosed into the soft hair as a slim fingered hand stroked over his chest, teasing a nipple.

“Why aren’t you asleep?” came the sleep husky question, making him smile gently.

“I was being amazed at having you as my lover,” the red head replied, feeling the chuckles from his Quincy lover against his chest. “How did I get lucky with you again?”

“You decided that you wouldn’t leave me alone until I said yes, followed by Ichigo decided that we needed to be shoved into a closet and locked in there. It’s like he has a thing for match making,” Ishida drawled, lifting his head up to smile at his read headed lover.

Maybe because you shoved him into that closet with that one delegate,” Renji laughed softly, getting a smut smile from the other man. “Yeah, feel smug. You did up until Ichigo kicked your ass, even while he limped. That delegate is still after him.”

“Is he now?” Ishida asked, sitting up on one elbow. “Has he been told Ichigo is taken?” Or is he being stubborn?” he continued, drawing his fingers over his lovers chest. Renji laughed softly and captured them with his own hand.

“He’s refusing to accept that fact actually. Ichigo sent him a letter telling him who he was with and how long they had been together. Sent a letter back stating he wouldn’t believe it until he got invited to the wedding,” was the reply, making Ishida snicker.

“So, he ends up with a stalker and I end up with you. A fair trade if you ask me,” the Quincy teased, smirking at the indigent sound that came from his lover. “So, what are we going to do since you woke me up?” he asked, tugging on a bit of Renjis hair, snickering at the pout he got.

“Well, we could always fuck again,” Renji mused, dodging the smack to his head with a smirk. “Or we can get up, shower and make that cake we were supposed to make for Orihimes birthday,” he suggested, Ishida slipping out of bed at that.

“The cakes were actually done. I just have to decorate it,” the Quincy retorted, making Renji twitch and glare at his lover at that.

“I’ll decorate it. You finish with her present,” came the quick reply, tossing aside the blanket and slinking out of the bed with a smirk for the leaner man. “You may be able to cook and sew, but you’re not all that good at decorating cakes.”

“This, I know. I got the lace work done, the sugar stuff,” Uryuu said, looking only mildly insulted. He knew that he was weak when it came to decorating pastries, hardly denied it. He could decorate everything BUT cakes, but tended to not have a reason to make excuses about why he couldn’t decorate them. Renji on the other hand, had a surprisingly delicate hand when it came to pastries and decorating, surprising Uryuu quite a bit.

Huffing quietly, the pale Quincy collected fresh clothes and a towel, moving to their bathroom, ass swaying. Renji paused in his own gather, staring at the ass that was walking away from him and licked his lips, hoping he wasn’t drooling too much. Standing up, he smoothed his hair back, ignoring the strands that feel forward again. Following after Uryuu, the red head wrapped his arms around a tiny waist, burying his nose into softly scented hair with a contented sigh.

Even after being mussed and dirtied, the Quincy still smelled clean and sweet.

Walking into the bathroom, the two men took their time in washing each other, hands stroking over soft skin and through slick hair. Pressing together, they occasionally brushed kisses over their favorite parts of their lovers body, feeling bunched muscles quiver under their lips. Soon they were stepping out of the shower and taking their time in drying each other off before dealing with their clothes and hair, not wanting to get long red strands in the cake decorations.

“So, shall we go deal with the cake and dress?” Renji asked as he tweaked the last of his hair into place. Ishida smiled and nodded as he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

“Yeah, let’s go deal with those. Maybe we’ll get some more sleep later. I’m just glad we don’t have to worry about the little details, like decorating,” the younger male mused as they walked out into the kitchen, Renji gathering what he would need to use. Nodding his head, he shooed Ishida over to his sewing machine as he started to set up for his sugar molds. Ishida in the mean time gathered the last of the trimming that would be placed on the dress.

They were soon lost in their own tasks, working in companionable silence, only occasionally breaking it to ask something of the other man. It didn’t take long for Ishida to finish with the dress and to wrap it up after a quick run through the washer and dryer. Just as he was sticking the bow on, Renji was putting on the last of the decorating touches, finishing the cake.

“Are the dishes in the dishwasher,” Ishida asked, allowing himself to be tugged close.

“And rinsed, waiting for me to turn it on. I know how picky you are,” Renji assured him, nuzzling int sweet smelling hair.

“Good. Then you can take me to bed after the cake is put away.” Ishida highly doubted that he had ever seen a cake disappear up to that moment.