86th. 24th. A Bowl of Soup
This is the second story that I, writerx75 and spikykun wrote together :D
This one I started, Spikykun did the middle and WriterX finished. I'm guessing that you guys all know what game I'm talking' 'bout, if not, you can go here and read the most about it. AND, if you havn't already read it (which you shuld have, cuz it's fuckin awesome!) you can go HERE to read the piece that WriterX started :D
Title: A Bowl of Soup
Rating: M
Characters: Renji, Ichigo
Other: BIGG thanx to hopelesslover23 for being an awesome beta!
A Bowl of Soup
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It's always a bit disturbing, and there's always a feeling of uneasiness that settles in my chest,
when I see Ichigo's empty body. It's like seeing Ichigo dead, which is something so hard to even say - we just don't. It's not possible, it could never happen. He's supposed to live and shine as the God he is, just as the sun is supposed to rise in the east.
I make a jump over the bed to land directly on the floor. The body is laying face down, sprawled out over the floor, and there's something... red? ... Under it.
My heart skips a beat and before I know it I'm down on my knees, turning him over.
It's amazing, really. How my mind goes completely blank when I register the big red mess that covers his chest. How my eyes fill with water without that black knot in the back of my throat, without the burning in my eyes. It’s like there’s someone else that’s controlling my body.
Then I really realize what I'm seeing and my mind goes haywire. It's like watching a hundred different shows at once, but then there’s a blackout and everything I wanted to do and everything I wanted to say is lost. Deleted.
And my fingers start to shake and my strength leaves me and my head drops to rest on his chest. And for some reason, I still have it in me to breathe through my nose, 'cause I don't want to drool on him. And somewhere in the back of my mind the station starts working again and one screen starts a show about tomatoes. And it's probably a good show 'cause most screens starts to view it.
But it still takes a while, a couple of seconds, for me to register that a big part of my face is now covered with tomato soup.
But that's wrong, isn't it? It should be blood; I should just be able to smell blood. Iron and dirt. Not tomato and spice. Basilica. Oregano.
And my mind goes blank again, but it's more of a shocked kind of blank than a cleaned, erased one. More like a buffering hold than a wipe-out.
And I sit up a bit, so that I can see his chest that is, indeed, covered in tomato soup. And I notice, that just a few meters from me, under the desk, there is an empty bowl. And next to it is a spoon.
Relief washes over me like a tsunami and I act before I think.
I kiss him. I lift him so that he sits up and hug him tightly to my chest. And I'm so happy that the tears, that never stopped falling, continue to fall.
And I look up and see the bright blue sky, a few clouds, a weather that's too nice for comfort, and Ichigo in the window, with wide eyes, staring back at me.
And things crash again. But only half of my mind, it seems, 'cause the other half is still busy with processing the fact that the one I thought was dead is still alive and my life still has a meaning.
What the fuck did I just do?
I just kissed his body when he wasn't in it.
I'm fucking hugging his body right now and he's fucking staring at me.
Shit, I'm so screwed. In ten seconds I'll be the one who's laying face down on the floor with red all over me.
I squeeze my eyes shut, holding my breath, counting the seconds to my doom.
10, 9, 8, 7,
6,
5,
4,
3...
2...?
...1?
Carefully I open an eye, to see what he's doing. Which is nothing, absolutely nothing. He's still sitting on the window frame, staring at me.
I abruptly stand up, though I fumble a little with his body before I manage to do so. I close my eyes again, holding my breath just a little bit longer. Heart stops in my chest, what the fuck am I supposed to do?
Releasing all the air in my lungs and breathing in deeply again, I open my eyes and meet his.
"I love you." It slips out before I can stop it. And a hundred years from now, I'll still love you.
He's still frozen on the window frame.
I can feel my hands getting colder and sweatier by the second.
"I'm sorry," I say, arms straight down by my sides. I give a light bow, as though I'm greeting a Taichou, then I turn my back to him and walk out the door.
When I close it behind me, what crosses my mind first is, I actually used the door. And in front of me is a wall I've never seen this close. Behind me is the door. Behind that door is Ichigo. It's silent; I should be able to hear him move around when it's just a piece of wood between us. I guess that means he's not moving. He's not moving...
Oh fuck, what did I do?! Why did I do that?!
I confessed my feelings to Ichigo, to Kurosaki Ichigo.
The man that's all determination, beliefs, pride, too nice for his own good. The man that never backs down... Never backs down.
Why... I used to be like that, too. When did I stop believing in myself? When did I start to be such a coward?
Why did I leave?
Why am I standing here? I should be in there, claiming him. I need him. I love him.
Love.
I told him I love him. Holy shit.
Slowly I turn myself around so that I'm facing the door. He's on the other side of this very door. And he hasn't moved.
Then I hear thumping. The sound of sandals against wooden floors. And they're getting closer, before they stop right in front of the door.
I don't know how long we stood there; my ears got used to the silence and I swear I could hear him breathe on the other side; heavy, deep breaths.
Eventually the door slides open. I don't know how it managed to do that without any of us moving, but I come face to face with Ichigo again. What am I supposed to say? Is there anything I could say at all?
He doesn't look mad. His shoulders are relaxed. His eyes staring into mine, looking so clear and peaceful. I don't understand. What does he want?
What am I supposed to say? How do my eyes look? What does he see in them? Can he see the panic that's rising inside me? What-
Does it matter?
For some reason, when I look at him, time always drifts away and stops at the same time.
I want him. I only want him.
I still don't know if what I said earlier has even registered in his mind. And I don't know how he feels about it all, if he wants to kick my ass, if he wants me to disappear and never come back, if he's disgusted, if he's fine with it, if he'd like to give it a try, if he - if he likes me too.
Does it matter?
I want him. I only want him.
He's mine.
So I lean in, my hand landing over his ear, my fingers in his hair. He doesn't move and I freeze in hesitation just an inch from his lips.
What the hell am I doing? I'm trying to kiss Ichigo. Kurosaki Ichigo.
You can't claim a person, Renji; you can't just walk in and say "Hey! I want you! You're mine!" You can't just-
He'll kill me when he comes to. No, he won't kill me, he'd never kill me. He'd never kill anyone for himself. But he'll kick my ass badly and then I'll never see him again.
And isn't that worse?
It's too late now anyway. I can feel his breath on my face and his eyes have drifted half-closed, gazing down on my lips.
What am I doing? I can't be serious with this, can I?
He's what? Sixteen years old? Has he even kissed anyone before? I shouldn't do this; I shouldn't drag him into this whole mess. He already has enough to handle. I know that I definitely won't make life easier on him, 'cause, what can I do?
In Soul Society it's no big deal but here on Earth, it's a deal at least. He's already an outcast. I can't do this to him. I won't do this to him.
I- I-
"Come on."
Just a quick one. No one will ever know.
Fuck.
My lips meet his. They're cool, but grow warm quickly. They're smooth but I press against them and I can feel his teeth right behind that soft flesh.
I wanna- I wanna-
I pull away just slightly, but not enough for us to part. My thumb moves over his cheek, and I get his lips to slip open, and I can press my own between his.
More. Give me more.
He doesn't move nor make me stop, just stays frozen, petrified before me. The urge to shake him, to get him to spit out what's been keeping him trapped inside his head for so long, is battling the urge to back off completely.
Amidst the cowardice mixed with daring, our lips are still pressed together. I'm getting used to the feeling - too used to it. It took me so long to do this, and I feel like this is supposed to be the grand opener of everything I've ever wanted. So why does it feel like an ending?
My hand slowly leaves his face, but just as I move to pull back and make my escape, his tongue seeks out mine. The mere action sends a jolt down my spine, and the implications of it make me shudder. When I open my eyes, the unresponsive Ichigo I closed them in front of has completely vanished. The gaze he's fixing on me is bursting with force, and urgency, and want. The spark that always lit them up is rekindled there, focused on me, staring deep into my eyes.
The blankness inhabiting my mind is gone just as quickly as it had appeared, when I saw the lifeless form on the floor. Now it's swimming, completely taken over by streams of secrets and colors and feelings and-Ichigo. His mouth, his tongue, the need burning in his eyes.
He needs me too. He needs this. I feel a groan escape my throat when his tongue darts into my mouth and, oh, Ichigo has definitely kissed before. I don't dare close my eyes again, as if this will all go away if I do.
Doubts were eating away at me for so long; I can hardly believe this is happening. It makes sense, it has to make sense. There is no way he would kiss me like this if he doesn't mean it, not with that look, and not with the hand creeping up my shoulder.
Suddenly, I stop asking myself what I'm doing. Suddenly, it's a matter of what the fuck have I been waiting for?
I think we're both overwhelmed when we part, breathing harshly. The moment Ichigo pulls away I tighten my hold on his neck, forcing him to stay in place. He seems willing. He also seems a little pale, and a little more conflicted than I'd have liked.
And damn it, he should be. This isn't a common situation. We aren't common people, and the way I feel isn't common for me, so it's natural Ichigo would feel confused. As long as he stays right there - really stays, without escaping to his own head again, without letting me go for one second - I'm okay with that.
"You fucking idiot," Ichigo mutters, his breath ghosting over my chin, almost distracting me from what he said. I open my mouth to retort, but he already shuts me up by adding, "Why haven't you told me?"
That, I can't answer. Maybe there are too many answers. 'Cause sometimes you're too much. 'Cause you're a human. 'Cause I can fuck up your life like you wouldn't believe. 'Cause there was never a right time.
Eventually, I disregard every logical argument screaming at me to shut the fuck up, and tell him the truest one. "'Cause I just couldn't go for it."
Ichigo inhales, but it sounds more like a whine, a stifled noise. I probably would have taken offense, had he not leaned closer, pressing his forehead against mine, our lips just a hair's breadth away again. "Not while I was conscious, you couldn't."
I snort, nudging Ichigo playfully. It's funny, how comfortable I can feel, and yet not. How used to this I am, and yet completely alien. Getting this close without being pushed away or cut to ribbons, touching like I've wanted to, being touched. I peck Ichigo's lips again, far too impatient. "You left me hangin' too, dumbass."
Ichigo tilts his head slightly, almost nuzzling my cheek. It feels like an apology, and I find myself grinning from ear to ear. I wanna kiss his nose, but that would be just too much, wouldn't it? Fuck, I wanna touch him.
"You try climbing back to your room and finding you kissing me. I had to let it sink in, and be sure. You holdin' me, you telling…" He doesn't say it, and I sure as hell ain't gonna repeat it, but just being like this is more than enough. Just the way he looks at me is enough of an answer (a 'confession').
Another wave of urgency hits me all at once, because I am holding him, and it's okay. It seems every second I spend not kissing him is just a waste. Since Ichigo's looking at me like that - daring me to take him up on every offer he could think of - I don't ask permission. Not to push him back into the room, not to maneuver the door shut, not to press him up against a wall.
Not gonna make it to the bed. I wanna say it aloud, fuck, I wanna tell him everything, whisper in his ear all the dirty things I've picked up over the years - but I'm still treading thin ice here, aren't I? Ichigo's one of the most predictable people I know, but I can't guess what he's like in situations like these-
I groan, pushing against him harder, when he sucks my tongue into his mouth and wraps his arms around my neck. Playing aggressive now, eh?
I spend half my energy on kissing him and half on filing all the information I find - draw out with my tongue, my hips, my hands - for later use. Okay, maybe not really half and half. Hell, I'm hardly focused right now, my tongue in Ichigo's mouth and my hands fumbling with his sash. If I'm going too fast, he'll tell me, right?
That is, if we stopped kissing for long enough. Damn, I can't. It's like everything about him - his inner fire, his astounding resolve, his possessiveness and need to take on the fucking world - is open for me now, pouring into me from his mouth. For my taking.
I'm still trying to get used to the idea. I'm kissing Ichigo, and I'm awake, and he's grinding his hips against mine (impatient bastard), and it feels amazing. Almost too much - teetering on the edge of surrealism-just right.
Of course, that's before it really does become too much. Too hot, too intense. I gotta breathe. I pull back, but this time it's Ichigo that keeps us close, hands locked tight around my neck. His lips almost follow mine. I smile, though considering my current state of mind, and that I'm in the best position I've ever been in - wrapped by Ichigo, it's hardly a sweet smile.
Staying apart doesn't last too long, not with Ichigo still breathing into me, nor the fact our hips haven't stopped rocking. I can almost feel the little grunts he's making hit my neck, taste them, smell his arousal. Surreal or not, I don't give a fuck. I need more.
I finally manage pulling his sash free and tugging the upper part of his uniform out of the way. I hook my thumbs in the slits of his hakama and then draw back, to look down and appreciate the view.
Sure, done a lot of that when we sparred, but now when I look at his muscles, his flat stomach and marred skin, I can trace all of them with my fingers. I can trail a scar that hadn't been healed, and feel him hold his breath. I can scrape his abs with my nails and feel him quiver. I can pinch a nipple and feel him pushing into me, groaning deep in his throat.
When looking isn't enough, I duck my head and kiss him again; the side of his mouth, his chin, his jaw. He's trembling against me when I suck on his neck, running my tongue over the spot. I swallow his gasps.
Grabbing his hips, I grind against him, making him throw his head back. He looks… ravaged. His eyes are closed, but I know he's with me. He's murmuring my name like it's the only word he can say, and it sets something loose in me. That's my name. He's mine.
I curse, shoving him flat against the wall and moving lower. I kiss the hollow of his throat, his collarbones, his chest, wrapping my lips around one nipple and sucking, nipping. He's practically bucking now, writhing for me. I want him to scream. I lick the hard nub until Ichigo's hands twist in my hair, pulling uncontrollably.
He doesn't push me lower. I do it by myself.
"What - fuck…" Ichigo sucks in a harsh breath as I run my tongue over his sides, tasting his taut muscles, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses on his skin. Always wanted to do this. When my tongue dips into his bellybutton, he's jolted into speech once more.
"What're you doing?"
To this, I answer by palming his hard cock. He doesn't do a very good job in resisting, if that's what he's getting at. "Thought it was pretty obvious. Want you in my mouth."
I make my point by giving his hipbones a small bite, still not looking him in the eyes. "Can I?"
"Yeah. No. Fuck, don't ask me."
I chuckle. Men of action, ain't we? He needs me to move, but fuck if I'm risking it.
"Tell me if you don't like it," I say, knowing how ridiculous that sounded even before the words leave my mouth.
Apparently, Ichigo agrees, and he says in a dry tone, "Think I won't tell you?"
Didn't mean it like that, stupid. "Know you're gonna like it," I say instead, smiling darkly and finally looking up at his face.
Damn, he looks amazing. His eyes are almost all black, passion melting brown irises. They're half-lidded as he stares down at me, looking so… unusual. Older, human. Not the strongest man in the world. Now, I have power over him.
Ichigo's mouth is open, lips puffed, sucking in breaths like there's not enough air in the world. My eyes travel lower. His skin is sweaty by now, a slight flush blossoming along with marks I made. Expanses of strong muscles. His body is strong, every part of it, and I know how to handle it, now don't I? I want to taste him.
I push his hakama down, smile fading promptly. Next comes the fundoshi, and I'm practically staring when his cocks strains free. My tongue peeks out of my mouth again and I run the tip in a trail of thin hair, carefully avoiding what really needs my attention. I let his body lead me.
The skin I'm thumbing is paler now, and much more sensitive. Ichigo's knees are shaky when I run my fingers up his legs, while latching my mouth to the inner crease of his thigh. My cheek brushes his balls, and I know it's driving him crazy, me being this close. For some reason, I need to take my time.
Of course, Ichigo will have none of that. He starts moving his hips impatiently, breathing out curses. His voice sounds so coarse; I never imagined I'd hear it like that outside of sparring sessions. Not pressed against a wall, not in his bedroom, definitely not licking his thighs and sinking my nails into his skin.
His back arches off the wall, and fuck if I'd ever been this hard without touching my cock. He lets out a grunt of my name, and that really does it. I give him one look before taking as much of his cock in my mouth as I can.
"Fuck, fuck, Renji," he grunts, though I can barely make out any words with how erratic his voice is. It's so low - and hot - I can barely recognize it. Tentatively, I suck around his cock, and Ichigo practically shoves his hips forward. Brat. I chuckle, and the vibrations draw more moans out of him. I'm not even sure who's driving who crazier.
My hands are planted on his hips, and I push him back once more, ass against the wall. I give one hard suck before pulling back, to run my tongue over the silky head. He practically whimpers, but I'm too focused on how he tastes. Damn, damn it. I lick a slow line down his entire length, and then back, pushing up underneath the head.
Leaving one hip to wrap my hand around the base of his cock, I pump lazily up to where my mouth is. I tongue over his slit, almost relishing the pre-cum. I did that. I pull back again, licking my lips.
"Feels good, Ichigo?" I ask, hand still moving.
Ichigo stops biting his lower lip long enough to utter a broken, "Don't stop."
I laugh, milking the situation for all its worth. "Say please."
My hand slows down, and I move my head just a little lower, brushing past his cock. I think I got pre-cum smeared on my cheek now, almost in my hair. Fuck if that doesn't light Ichigo on fire.
"Renji," he moans, cursing. His hand moves from my shoulder to the back of my head, threading his fingers through my hair from the root and pulling. I grunt, even more turned on, but still…
"Say it," I growl, flicking my tongue over his sack, his perineum. There's a bang when Ichigo throws his head back against the wall, almost shouting in pleasure, and frustration. Fuck, that looks good.
"Want my mouth around your cock, don't you? Want me to suck you 'til you come?" I blow warm air over his slick cock, watching it twitch.
"Renji, please…" Ichigo finally utters. That's it. My own cock twitches at his voice, his words, the look he's giving me. Urges to tease him further completely vanish, and I suck the head of his cock into my mouth, sinking lower and lower until I have his entire length down my throat.
By now he's spouting every obscenity he knows and a few I don’t, tugging at my hair almost painfully - just right - and moving his hips. I'm still sucking, throat working around his cock, and he's practically delirious. Fuck, look at you.
I can't take it anymore. I reach into my hakama, my eyes sliding shut when I clasp my hand around my unbearably hard cock. I can't hold back a moan, which… does something rather interesting to Ichigo's cock, going by his surprised shout.
We're both less than patient. My hand moves fast, and I'm still swallowing around him, lightly moving my tongue, just waiting for him to snap. He surprises me by grasping my hair even tighter and moving my head back, and his hips the other way.
Shit. He's fucking my mouth - and fuck, I let him.
His hand suddenly leaves my head, instead going to claw at my shoulder, as if to get my attention. He lets out a string of curses, before uttering, "I-I'm gonna-"
That's the point, stupid. My hand squeezes the tip of my cock rather harshly, and I hum around his almost desperately. Finally, we're toppling over the edge. It's a blur for a few seconds, bodies going rigid together, our hearts beating so hard I can hear them both, 'til we come together.
Damn, it took me a ridiculously short time, but it felt too good. To make Ichigo come undone; back arched, making wanton sounds I drank up, coming in another man's mouth. I love doing this to him. I wanna do it again. I wanna have him.
I look back up after I slowly pull my mouth off of him, relishing every little quiver that I feel in the hand that's still holding his hip securely to the wall. He looks completely wrecked, shudders still running through him, and the dark eyes that he tries to focus on me are still dreamily hazy. I know I've still got that orgasm high shooting through my veins, too, but I can't help fixing him with a sly smirk after seeing his condition, just before he starts trying to speak.
“Renji...I, fuck...that was so much more than I even imagined-” he says, starting out all slurred and lazy, and then cutting himself off with a gasp once his brain catches up with his mouth.
After a moment to let it sink in, my eyes widen as he begins to blush. I chuckle as I quickly move to stand, pressing him up against the wall with my whole body now. So apparently I'm not the only one who'd been keeping secrets here. Almost on its own, my clean hand moves to lock the door.
Ichigo turns back to look at me when I push my body against him, and now his attention seems fixated on my sticky hand, as if he was surprised that I'd come too. So, I watch him, his eyes glued to me, as I move that hand to my mouth and clean it with slow, broad strokes of my tongue. Since I'm pressed against him, I feel the shudders that start up in him again, his abs contracting so hard that he probably would have bent forward if my body wasn't pushed up into his. He moans long and low as I lap up the last of my come, and then he surprises me by leaning forward to kiss me. I bend in to his mouth, and am again surprised as he sucks on my tongue, as if he wants that last bit for himself. The low rumble I make in my chest is matched by a small moan from him. My hands are all over him as he breaks the kiss moments later. Fuck, I want him. I want to hear that moan as he writhes under me.
“Come on,” I say and half-drag, half-carry him to the bed, leaving his clothes behind us in a trail. Once we're there, he's fumbling through undoing his sandals while I manage to get everything off before he's even done. By the time he's finished he just watches me, naked and leaning back to his window to mess with the blinds until I get them to shut. All of this is just for me to see. I watch him just as closely, running my eyes over his long, lean form as I press him down into the bed.
“So,” I say, whispering into his ear, “you've thought about us being together before?”
Ichigo gives a shaky moan, shivering as I start to trace his ear with my tongue. “Yeah,” he answers in a quiet voice that can't seem to decide if it's defeated or excited. Or maybe he thinks I'm pissed at him for not telling me.
“'s OK, I don't mind,” I murmur against his throat to reassure him as I continue kissing and nipping my way down his neck. “What did you think about us doing?” I ask, trying not to let the excitement get into my voice too much, but I'm damn sure Ichigo can feel my cock twitching back to life as I imagine him squirming in this bed, getting himself off to mental images of us. Fuck, yeah.
I can also feel against my thigh that he's fully hard again. He doesn't answer though, just bends his face away so that it's harder to see his expression. Fuck, this is gonna be so much fun. I hum in my throat as my lips move back up his neck.
“Well, I already sucked you off,” I whisper right next to Ichigo's ear, “so maybe you had something else in mind because you're still rock hard.” He shakes again and groans as if he's embarrassed to say, and I know it won't be long until I have him.
“Did you want to suck my cock?” He shifts his eyes to give me an intrigued look, but it's not really the reaction I'm looking for. “Maybe you just wanted me to lick you and fuck you with my tongue.” He looks a little confused until I say 'fuck' and then a huge shudder runs through him. I feel a small smile spreading across my face. “Did you think about us fucking?” I ask and then can't help letting out a big, victorious smile as Ichigo smothers a moan in the back of his throat and continues to tremble. “Did you think about me fucking you?”
“Yeah,” he answers in a tiny, hoarse voice, and I suck in a breath as I feel his cock twitch at the same time mine does. Fuck, I was hoping he'd say that.
I swear then, thrust down against Ichigo, and swear again as I feel his hips raise up to meet mine.
“Is that what you want, Ichigo? Do you want me inside you, fucking you?”
Damn if he doesn't look me in the eye then, his blush gone. He looks excited as he answers me. “Yeah, Renji. That's what I want.”
I think I start to swear again, but I have to stop since my lips are on his. I have to kiss him, taste that fire once more. Fuck if I'm not hard again, too, and I force myself to pull back a little, resting my forehead on his. I notice that Ichigo's breathing as quickly as I am, and that his eyes are so dark that they're nearly black. I've gotta calm down and focus, keep it under control at least for a little while.
“OK, Ichi, but you've gotta be patient. We're gonna need to go slow at first.”
His moan in return sounds sort of frustrated, but he doesn't protest, just grinds his hips against mine and starts running his hands down my back. They stop sort of uncertainly at my hips, and I laugh a little against his neck as I move one of his hands down to grip my ass as I push back against him.
“That's it, touch me Ichigo. Put your hands on me,” I murmur against his skin. He must have liked that invitation because when I move to suck on his collarbone I can feel his fingers dig into me hard as he groans under me. I can't stop grinding against him; just the sounds he makes are driving me crazy. But when I look at his face as I slide lower on his body, he looks like he's feeling even crazier than me. The flush across his cheeks, and the fact that he's biting his lip like that, and those dark, half-closed eyes...fuck if I wasn't groaning at the sight of him.
I let my hands slip lower as my mouth works its way down his chest. I'm gonna make you feel so good you're not ever going to want anyone else, Ichigo. I'm gonna make you come so hard that you'll want to follow me around like a puppy afterwards, begging me to do it again. I smirk as I look up at him, then draw another moan out of him as I circle his navel with my tongue, then let it dip in.
“Fuck, Renji,” he moans, fingers clutching at my shoulders as he grinds his hips against me. I growl against his stomach, feeling the trail of precome that was laid across mine from his twitching cock as I slide lower still. When I'm kneeling between his legs, crouching over him, everything just stops for a moment as I look back over him. I feel my own cock jump as I see all that pale skin spread out before me like a fucking banquet and here I am, between his thighs. Kurosaki Ichigo is moaning for me, spreading his legs for me...and I'm going to fuck him.
Just the thought makes my mouth go dry and it makes my hands wander, pumping his cock once, making him cry out, and then down to gently play with his balls. I begin looking around the room, and my eyes finally fall on the desk drawer nearest the bed. Stretching out over him to reach for it, I'm surprised at his mouth latching onto my neck. I close my eyes, letting a pleased sound rumble through my chest but stop as my hand encounters what I'm looking for. Pulling a bottle of lotion out of the drawer, I smile broadly. Ichigo looks a little embarrassed, but after I kiss him again, hard, he seems to forget.
He just watches as I slick my fingers up, his eyes still wide and dark, and he closes them as I move my hand back to where it had been moments before. Ichigo gasps and then bites his lip at the first light touch of my fingers near his entrance. Fuck, this is gonna be good. I continue playing my fingers around lightly as he twists and groans. I'm waiting for some of his tenseness to disappear, but his whole body seems taut with it. I sigh.
“Ichigo, I need you to relax for me,” I say, my voice suddenly sounding low and dark and almost unrecognizable. “Here, let me help you.”
He bucks up at me as I take him in my mouth and shivers as I chuckle around his cock. As he relaxes back down to the bed, I press a finger up against his entrance and suck in some air through my nose as he just lets me in. The moan he lets out is almost unearthly, but I'm still able to slowly slide the rest of my finger in, knuckle by knuckle. My cock twitches again and I thrust against the bed. He's tight and hot and...fuck if I'm not shaking now. I move my mouth up and down on his cock a couple more times and then let it go so that I can look up into his face. He's still looking at me through half-closed eyes, but now he looks a little thoughtful.
“You doin’ OK?” I ask softly, my voice almost sticking in my throat as my gaze moves back down Ichigo’s body, all flushed and laid out right in front of me.
“Yeah, just feels kind of...different,” he replies, frowning as if he's trying to place the sensation.
“Oh, just wait,” I say with a smirk as I twitch the finger inside him that I'd been keeping still.
I feel this amazing wave of heat flow through me as I watch him convulse and gasp, throwing his head back. And then he's writhing and cursing again as I slowly start moving that finger in and out of him. My smirk gets wider when I watch the look in his eye as I move down and take his cock in my mouth again. He's practically incoherent now with curses and gasps and groans, one hand clutching my shoulder and another buried in my hair as I tease him and suck him. I find I'm able to slide a second finger inside him much more easily, and the moan he makes as I do...fuck, I want to take him right now, but I force myself to be patient.
As I continue to finger-fuck him, I start searching, my fingers twisting in him until I find that spot and he bucks against me hard with a sound that's somewhere between confused and turned on.
“Fuck, Renji, what-” he starts, but cuts himself off with a low groan as I stroke him a little harder.
I just chuckle against his cock, which gets him cursing again and I keep going. The fucking sounds he's making seem to encourage me to continue and I suck him slowly as I keep thrusting my fingers deep in him. His hips start to slide down, trying to bury them even deeper and it makes this crazy heat in my groin twist that much tighter. After a while, I've got all four fingers in him and I can't even suck his cock anymore because I'm panting too hard. I've gotta watch the incredible expressions on his face as Ichigo really lets himself go; thrusting his hips down onto my hand and making these noises that just make me want to do every damned thing I can think of with him. I wanna mark him. I wanna make him mine.
Finally, Ichigo starts saying coherent words again, other than 'fuck' and 'Renji'. He actually strings them together with a few others to make a sentence, and when I hear it, I think it's probably one of my all time favorites.
“Fuck, Renji, please...please fuck me. I can't take too much more of this...I'm gonna come again...fuck, Renji-”
“No you're not,” I interrupt, and it's almost a growl. “I want you hard and ready when I fuck you.” He gasps as he feels me take hold of his balls, which are getting all drawn up as if he is close. As gently as I can given the situation, I pull them farther away from his body. When I'm done, Ichigo looks at me in confusion.
“What did you do?” he asks as he realizes that the overwhelming need to come has receded a bit.
I smirk. “I gave you a little more time,” I say as I thrust my fingers into him one last time, and then pull them out. “Trust me, it'll be better this way.” He gives this frustrated moan as I pull my fingers back that make me even harder for him, if that's even possible. I curse as I put some more of the lotion on my hands and slowly lube my cock up, hissing as I try to calm down enough so that I don't push myself over the edge.
Ichigo's leaning back into the pillows now, watching me with avid eyes. I can't help moaning as his little pink tongue peeks out to lick his lips as he watches me. Suddenly I'm kissing him again as I push his legs apart even further, and I draw my head back to look him in the eye before I move.
“Sure you're ready?” I ask, willing him to say yes. He just snorts in annoyance and tries to move his hips up to take me, but I'm right there, holding him down.
I smirk. “I told you that you have to be a little bit more patient, Ichigo,” I say as I lean my body back against his and press the head of my cock against his entrance. I gasp against his neck as I start to slide smoothly into him and it takes everything I have to make it as slow as possible. Ichigo's groaning again, but this time it's right next to my ear and fuck if it doesn't sound so delicious that I want to taste it.
I turn my head a little and catch his mouth up in a deep, slow kiss. I'm trying to forget about the fact that I'm in Ichigo now and that he's so tight around me that I think I can feel his every heartbeat transmitted through my cock, because it just makes me want to move. So, I focus on the shaky breaths and moans that he's feeding into my mouth. When I feel his hips start to move again, I pull my head back a little so that I can see his face.
Ichigo's eyes are open all the way, and he's giving me a look so hot that it makes my stomach flip. He lifts his legs up around my waist and moves his hips again, causing me to gasp.
“Come on, Renji, fuck me,” he says, ending with a smirk.
Something about that just sets me off. I growl at him as I pull out about halfway, then push back into him harder than I should. Ichigo's wanton cry as I do just makes me more insane, and before I know it, I'm pulling back about as far as I can and slamming into him. His dirty talk and moans in my ear are more than I can handle, and it's a few seconds before I can rein myself back in.
“Fuck, yeah...that's it, Renji...nnngh...yeah, that's it, fuck me hard...”
He groans discontentedly when I stop, and I realize I'm shaking. I suck in a deep breath before I change to a slow pace. Ichigo glares at me for a second, but he doesn't realize until I brush slowly past his spot that I've changed the angle, too. I smirk at the change in the look on his face as it softens, his eyes getting sort of distant as he looks at me, and he lets out a long gasp.
“See? I told you it would be better,” I say, unable to keep my smirk from widening as I watch Ichigo getting swamped by the sensations running through him.
“Fuck, Renji, please do that again,” he begs, looking at me with those dark, liquid eyes. How the fuck could I say no?
I try to keep it slow as long as I can, but the way he responds to every little thing I do is so damned intoxicating that I can't help giving him more and more. After a while, the only word he seems to remember is my name. Other than that, he just gasps and groans and writhes under me, his hips coming up to meet my every thrust.
I don't think I've ever been so turned on in my whole life, and I'm struggling to keep it together so that I can continue fucking him as long as he wants, because from the way he's clutching me and grinding up against me it doesn't seem like he ever wants it to stop. I don’t either, but suddenly his eyes go wide and it seems like his whole body clutches mine before I feel hot spurts on my stomach and chest. Ichigo closes his eyes and cries out wordlessly as he shudders, and suddenly he's so tight around my cock that I can barely hang on, but somehow I do, thrusting into him until he goes still.
I'm panting now, and so damned hard that it's almost unbearable, but now that I've waited so long to come I'm thinking I might have trouble doing it. But that's just before Ichigo opens his eyes again and I watch, sort of spellbound, as he fixes this hazy gaze on me. I can tell he's not quite back because his look doesn't have the force it usually does, but once he's able to focus enough to realize it's me, he just gives this crazy, happy looking smile, a real one. And then he calls my name and suddenly I'm coming so hard I can't even see for a few seconds.
Once I can see him again I kiss him, slow and long. His eyes are almost closed when I look him in the face again, and he makes a little pleased noise in the back of his throat. I pull out of him slowly and then clean us up the best I can until I feel a hand on my forearm.
Ichigo's grip is surprisingly strong for someone who looks as blissed out as he does right now so I let him pull me back into bed with him. He hums in the back of his throat as he presses his body up against mine, sliding one arm over me to hold me close. The other hand ends up, of all places, on my cock. Possessive little brat.
He tips his head back a little, and I realize it's to see my face, because he's trying to look at me through eyes that are fast closing. Ichigo smiles and says something before he buries his face in the crook of my neck and it takes me a minute to register what he'd murmured.
“Love you, Ren,” he'd told me.
Damn if my heart wasn't off like a rocket again, even though I could feel weariness overtaking me as well. I kissed the top of his head as I heard his breathing even out in a way that told me that he was already asleep.
He is mine, I realize as I slide slowly into sleep. And I'm his.
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okay, the text fucks up. It always do somehow when I use cuts. It's a real pain. Pieces jump back and forward, I've fixed it twenty times now. Hopefully it stays okay now.
(and it is totallt ok to drop comments here, in fact it's probably easier for the others to find if they're here ^^')
This one I started, Spikykun did the middle and WriterX finished. I'm guessing that you guys all know what game I'm talking' 'bout, if not, you can go here and read the most about it. AND, if you havn't already read it (which you shuld have, cuz it's fuckin awesome!) you can go HERE to read the piece that WriterX started :D
Title: A Bowl of Soup
Rating: M
Characters: Renji, Ichigo
Other: BIGG thanx to hopelesslover23 for being an awesome beta!
A Bowl of Soup
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It's always a bit disturbing, and there's always a feeling of uneasiness that settles in my chest,
when I see Ichigo's empty body. It's like seeing Ichigo dead, which is something so hard to even say - we just don't. It's not possible, it could never happen. He's supposed to live and shine as the God he is, just as the sun is supposed to rise in the east.
I make a jump over the bed to land directly on the floor. The body is laying face down, sprawled out over the floor, and there's something... red? ... Under it.
My heart skips a beat and before I know it I'm down on my knees, turning him over.
It's amazing, really. How my mind goes completely blank when I register the big red mess that covers his chest. How my eyes fill with water without that black knot in the back of my throat, without the burning in my eyes. It’s like there’s someone else that’s controlling my body.
Then I really realize what I'm seeing and my mind goes haywire. It's like watching a hundred different shows at once, but then there’s a blackout and everything I wanted to do and everything I wanted to say is lost. Deleted.
And my fingers start to shake and my strength leaves me and my head drops to rest on his chest. And for some reason, I still have it in me to breathe through my nose, 'cause I don't want to drool on him. And somewhere in the back of my mind the station starts working again and one screen starts a show about tomatoes. And it's probably a good show 'cause most screens starts to view it.
But it still takes a while, a couple of seconds, for me to register that a big part of my face is now covered with tomato soup.
But that's wrong, isn't it? It should be blood; I should just be able to smell blood. Iron and dirt. Not tomato and spice. Basilica. Oregano.
And my mind goes blank again, but it's more of a shocked kind of blank than a cleaned, erased one. More like a buffering hold than a wipe-out.
And I sit up a bit, so that I can see his chest that is, indeed, covered in tomato soup. And I notice, that just a few meters from me, under the desk, there is an empty bowl. And next to it is a spoon.
Relief washes over me like a tsunami and I act before I think.
I kiss him. I lift him so that he sits up and hug him tightly to my chest. And I'm so happy that the tears, that never stopped falling, continue to fall.
And I look up and see the bright blue sky, a few clouds, a weather that's too nice for comfort, and Ichigo in the window, with wide eyes, staring back at me.
And things crash again. But only half of my mind, it seems, 'cause the other half is still busy with processing the fact that the one I thought was dead is still alive and my life still has a meaning.
What the fuck did I just do?
I just kissed his body when he wasn't in it.
I'm fucking hugging his body right now and he's fucking staring at me.
Shit, I'm so screwed. In ten seconds I'll be the one who's laying face down on the floor with red all over me.
I squeeze my eyes shut, holding my breath, counting the seconds to my doom.
10, 9, 8, 7,
6,
5,
4,
3...
2...?
...1?
Carefully I open an eye, to see what he's doing. Which is nothing, absolutely nothing. He's still sitting on the window frame, staring at me.
I abruptly stand up, though I fumble a little with his body before I manage to do so. I close my eyes again, holding my breath just a little bit longer. Heart stops in my chest, what the fuck am I supposed to do?
Releasing all the air in my lungs and breathing in deeply again, I open my eyes and meet his.
"I love you." It slips out before I can stop it. And a hundred years from now, I'll still love you.
He's still frozen on the window frame.
I can feel my hands getting colder and sweatier by the second.
"I'm sorry," I say, arms straight down by my sides. I give a light bow, as though I'm greeting a Taichou, then I turn my back to him and walk out the door.
When I close it behind me, what crosses my mind first is, I actually used the door. And in front of me is a wall I've never seen this close. Behind me is the door. Behind that door is Ichigo. It's silent; I should be able to hear him move around when it's just a piece of wood between us. I guess that means he's not moving. He's not moving...
Oh fuck, what did I do?! Why did I do that?!
I confessed my feelings to Ichigo, to Kurosaki Ichigo.
The man that's all determination, beliefs, pride, too nice for his own good. The man that never backs down... Never backs down.
Why... I used to be like that, too. When did I stop believing in myself? When did I start to be such a coward?
Why did I leave?
Why am I standing here? I should be in there, claiming him. I need him. I love him.
Love.
I told him I love him. Holy shit.
Slowly I turn myself around so that I'm facing the door. He's on the other side of this very door. And he hasn't moved.
Then I hear thumping. The sound of sandals against wooden floors. And they're getting closer, before they stop right in front of the door.
I don't know how long we stood there; my ears got used to the silence and I swear I could hear him breathe on the other side; heavy, deep breaths.
Eventually the door slides open. I don't know how it managed to do that without any of us moving, but I come face to face with Ichigo again. What am I supposed to say? Is there anything I could say at all?
He doesn't look mad. His shoulders are relaxed. His eyes staring into mine, looking so clear and peaceful. I don't understand. What does he want?
What am I supposed to say? How do my eyes look? What does he see in them? Can he see the panic that's rising inside me? What-
Does it matter?
For some reason, when I look at him, time always drifts away and stops at the same time.
I want him. I only want him.
I still don't know if what I said earlier has even registered in his mind. And I don't know how he feels about it all, if he wants to kick my ass, if he wants me to disappear and never come back, if he's disgusted, if he's fine with it, if he'd like to give it a try, if he - if he likes me too.
Does it matter?
I want him. I only want him.
He's mine.
So I lean in, my hand landing over his ear, my fingers in his hair. He doesn't move and I freeze in hesitation just an inch from his lips.
What the hell am I doing? I'm trying to kiss Ichigo. Kurosaki Ichigo.
You can't claim a person, Renji; you can't just walk in and say "Hey! I want you! You're mine!" You can't just-
He'll kill me when he comes to. No, he won't kill me, he'd never kill me. He'd never kill anyone for himself. But he'll kick my ass badly and then I'll never see him again.
And isn't that worse?
It's too late now anyway. I can feel his breath on my face and his eyes have drifted half-closed, gazing down on my lips.
What am I doing? I can't be serious with this, can I?
He's what? Sixteen years old? Has he even kissed anyone before? I shouldn't do this; I shouldn't drag him into this whole mess. He already has enough to handle. I know that I definitely won't make life easier on him, 'cause, what can I do?
In Soul Society it's no big deal but here on Earth, it's a deal at least. He's already an outcast. I can't do this to him. I won't do this to him.
I- I-
"Come on."
Just a quick one. No one will ever know.
Fuck.
My lips meet his. They're cool, but grow warm quickly. They're smooth but I press against them and I can feel his teeth right behind that soft flesh.
I wanna- I wanna-
I pull away just slightly, but not enough for us to part. My thumb moves over his cheek, and I get his lips to slip open, and I can press my own between his.
More. Give me more.
He doesn't move nor make me stop, just stays frozen, petrified before me. The urge to shake him, to get him to spit out what's been keeping him trapped inside his head for so long, is battling the urge to back off completely.
Amidst the cowardice mixed with daring, our lips are still pressed together. I'm getting used to the feeling - too used to it. It took me so long to do this, and I feel like this is supposed to be the grand opener of everything I've ever wanted. So why does it feel like an ending?
My hand slowly leaves his face, but just as I move to pull back and make my escape, his tongue seeks out mine. The mere action sends a jolt down my spine, and the implications of it make me shudder. When I open my eyes, the unresponsive Ichigo I closed them in front of has completely vanished. The gaze he's fixing on me is bursting with force, and urgency, and want. The spark that always lit them up is rekindled there, focused on me, staring deep into my eyes.
The blankness inhabiting my mind is gone just as quickly as it had appeared, when I saw the lifeless form on the floor. Now it's swimming, completely taken over by streams of secrets and colors and feelings and-Ichigo. His mouth, his tongue, the need burning in his eyes.
He needs me too. He needs this. I feel a groan escape my throat when his tongue darts into my mouth and, oh, Ichigo has definitely kissed before. I don't dare close my eyes again, as if this will all go away if I do.
Doubts were eating away at me for so long; I can hardly believe this is happening. It makes sense, it has to make sense. There is no way he would kiss me like this if he doesn't mean it, not with that look, and not with the hand creeping up my shoulder.
Suddenly, I stop asking myself what I'm doing. Suddenly, it's a matter of what the fuck have I been waiting for?
I think we're both overwhelmed when we part, breathing harshly. The moment Ichigo pulls away I tighten my hold on his neck, forcing him to stay in place. He seems willing. He also seems a little pale, and a little more conflicted than I'd have liked.
And damn it, he should be. This isn't a common situation. We aren't common people, and the way I feel isn't common for me, so it's natural Ichigo would feel confused. As long as he stays right there - really stays, without escaping to his own head again, without letting me go for one second - I'm okay with that.
"You fucking idiot," Ichigo mutters, his breath ghosting over my chin, almost distracting me from what he said. I open my mouth to retort, but he already shuts me up by adding, "Why haven't you told me?"
That, I can't answer. Maybe there are too many answers. 'Cause sometimes you're too much. 'Cause you're a human. 'Cause I can fuck up your life like you wouldn't believe. 'Cause there was never a right time.
Eventually, I disregard every logical argument screaming at me to shut the fuck up, and tell him the truest one. "'Cause I just couldn't go for it."
Ichigo inhales, but it sounds more like a whine, a stifled noise. I probably would have taken offense, had he not leaned closer, pressing his forehead against mine, our lips just a hair's breadth away again. "Not while I was conscious, you couldn't."
I snort, nudging Ichigo playfully. It's funny, how comfortable I can feel, and yet not. How used to this I am, and yet completely alien. Getting this close without being pushed away or cut to ribbons, touching like I've wanted to, being touched. I peck Ichigo's lips again, far too impatient. "You left me hangin' too, dumbass."
Ichigo tilts his head slightly, almost nuzzling my cheek. It feels like an apology, and I find myself grinning from ear to ear. I wanna kiss his nose, but that would be just too much, wouldn't it? Fuck, I wanna touch him.
"You try climbing back to your room and finding you kissing me. I had to let it sink in, and be sure. You holdin' me, you telling…" He doesn't say it, and I sure as hell ain't gonna repeat it, but just being like this is more than enough. Just the way he looks at me is enough of an answer (a 'confession').
Another wave of urgency hits me all at once, because I am holding him, and it's okay. It seems every second I spend not kissing him is just a waste. Since Ichigo's looking at me like that - daring me to take him up on every offer he could think of - I don't ask permission. Not to push him back into the room, not to maneuver the door shut, not to press him up against a wall.
Not gonna make it to the bed. I wanna say it aloud, fuck, I wanna tell him everything, whisper in his ear all the dirty things I've picked up over the years - but I'm still treading thin ice here, aren't I? Ichigo's one of the most predictable people I know, but I can't guess what he's like in situations like these-
I groan, pushing against him harder, when he sucks my tongue into his mouth and wraps his arms around my neck. Playing aggressive now, eh?
I spend half my energy on kissing him and half on filing all the information I find - draw out with my tongue, my hips, my hands - for later use. Okay, maybe not really half and half. Hell, I'm hardly focused right now, my tongue in Ichigo's mouth and my hands fumbling with his sash. If I'm going too fast, he'll tell me, right?
That is, if we stopped kissing for long enough. Damn, I can't. It's like everything about him - his inner fire, his astounding resolve, his possessiveness and need to take on the fucking world - is open for me now, pouring into me from his mouth. For my taking.
I'm still trying to get used to the idea. I'm kissing Ichigo, and I'm awake, and he's grinding his hips against mine (impatient bastard), and it feels amazing. Almost too much - teetering on the edge of surrealism-just right.
Of course, that's before it really does become too much. Too hot, too intense. I gotta breathe. I pull back, but this time it's Ichigo that keeps us close, hands locked tight around my neck. His lips almost follow mine. I smile, though considering my current state of mind, and that I'm in the best position I've ever been in - wrapped by Ichigo, it's hardly a sweet smile.
Staying apart doesn't last too long, not with Ichigo still breathing into me, nor the fact our hips haven't stopped rocking. I can almost feel the little grunts he's making hit my neck, taste them, smell his arousal. Surreal or not, I don't give a fuck. I need more.
I finally manage pulling his sash free and tugging the upper part of his uniform out of the way. I hook my thumbs in the slits of his hakama and then draw back, to look down and appreciate the view.
Sure, done a lot of that when we sparred, but now when I look at his muscles, his flat stomach and marred skin, I can trace all of them with my fingers. I can trail a scar that hadn't been healed, and feel him hold his breath. I can scrape his abs with my nails and feel him quiver. I can pinch a nipple and feel him pushing into me, groaning deep in his throat.
When looking isn't enough, I duck my head and kiss him again; the side of his mouth, his chin, his jaw. He's trembling against me when I suck on his neck, running my tongue over the spot. I swallow his gasps.
Grabbing his hips, I grind against him, making him throw his head back. He looks… ravaged. His eyes are closed, but I know he's with me. He's murmuring my name like it's the only word he can say, and it sets something loose in me. That's my name. He's mine.
I curse, shoving him flat against the wall and moving lower. I kiss the hollow of his throat, his collarbones, his chest, wrapping my lips around one nipple and sucking, nipping. He's practically bucking now, writhing for me. I want him to scream. I lick the hard nub until Ichigo's hands twist in my hair, pulling uncontrollably.
He doesn't push me lower. I do it by myself.
"What - fuck…" Ichigo sucks in a harsh breath as I run my tongue over his sides, tasting his taut muscles, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses on his skin. Always wanted to do this. When my tongue dips into his bellybutton, he's jolted into speech once more.
"What're you doing?"
To this, I answer by palming his hard cock. He doesn't do a very good job in resisting, if that's what he's getting at. "Thought it was pretty obvious. Want you in my mouth."
I make my point by giving his hipbones a small bite, still not looking him in the eyes. "Can I?"
"Yeah. No. Fuck, don't ask me."
I chuckle. Men of action, ain't we? He needs me to move, but fuck if I'm risking it.
"Tell me if you don't like it," I say, knowing how ridiculous that sounded even before the words leave my mouth.
Apparently, Ichigo agrees, and he says in a dry tone, "Think I won't tell you?"
Didn't mean it like that, stupid. "Know you're gonna like it," I say instead, smiling darkly and finally looking up at his face.
Damn, he looks amazing. His eyes are almost all black, passion melting brown irises. They're half-lidded as he stares down at me, looking so… unusual. Older, human. Not the strongest man in the world. Now, I have power over him.
Ichigo's mouth is open, lips puffed, sucking in breaths like there's not enough air in the world. My eyes travel lower. His skin is sweaty by now, a slight flush blossoming along with marks I made. Expanses of strong muscles. His body is strong, every part of it, and I know how to handle it, now don't I? I want to taste him.
I push his hakama down, smile fading promptly. Next comes the fundoshi, and I'm practically staring when his cocks strains free. My tongue peeks out of my mouth again and I run the tip in a trail of thin hair, carefully avoiding what really needs my attention. I let his body lead me.
The skin I'm thumbing is paler now, and much more sensitive. Ichigo's knees are shaky when I run my fingers up his legs, while latching my mouth to the inner crease of his thigh. My cheek brushes his balls, and I know it's driving him crazy, me being this close. For some reason, I need to take my time.
Of course, Ichigo will have none of that. He starts moving his hips impatiently, breathing out curses. His voice sounds so coarse; I never imagined I'd hear it like that outside of sparring sessions. Not pressed against a wall, not in his bedroom, definitely not licking his thighs and sinking my nails into his skin.
His back arches off the wall, and fuck if I'd ever been this hard without touching my cock. He lets out a grunt of my name, and that really does it. I give him one look before taking as much of his cock in my mouth as I can.
"Fuck, fuck, Renji," he grunts, though I can barely make out any words with how erratic his voice is. It's so low - and hot - I can barely recognize it. Tentatively, I suck around his cock, and Ichigo practically shoves his hips forward. Brat. I chuckle, and the vibrations draw more moans out of him. I'm not even sure who's driving who crazier.
My hands are planted on his hips, and I push him back once more, ass against the wall. I give one hard suck before pulling back, to run my tongue over the silky head. He practically whimpers, but I'm too focused on how he tastes. Damn, damn it. I lick a slow line down his entire length, and then back, pushing up underneath the head.
Leaving one hip to wrap my hand around the base of his cock, I pump lazily up to where my mouth is. I tongue over his slit, almost relishing the pre-cum. I did that. I pull back again, licking my lips.
"Feels good, Ichigo?" I ask, hand still moving.
Ichigo stops biting his lower lip long enough to utter a broken, "Don't stop."
I laugh, milking the situation for all its worth. "Say please."
My hand slows down, and I move my head just a little lower, brushing past his cock. I think I got pre-cum smeared on my cheek now, almost in my hair. Fuck if that doesn't light Ichigo on fire.
"Renji," he moans, cursing. His hand moves from my shoulder to the back of my head, threading his fingers through my hair from the root and pulling. I grunt, even more turned on, but still…
"Say it," I growl, flicking my tongue over his sack, his perineum. There's a bang when Ichigo throws his head back against the wall, almost shouting in pleasure, and frustration. Fuck, that looks good.
"Want my mouth around your cock, don't you? Want me to suck you 'til you come?" I blow warm air over his slick cock, watching it twitch.
"Renji, please…" Ichigo finally utters. That's it. My own cock twitches at his voice, his words, the look he's giving me. Urges to tease him further completely vanish, and I suck the head of his cock into my mouth, sinking lower and lower until I have his entire length down my throat.
By now he's spouting every obscenity he knows and a few I don’t, tugging at my hair almost painfully - just right - and moving his hips. I'm still sucking, throat working around his cock, and he's practically delirious. Fuck, look at you.
I can't take it anymore. I reach into my hakama, my eyes sliding shut when I clasp my hand around my unbearably hard cock. I can't hold back a moan, which… does something rather interesting to Ichigo's cock, going by his surprised shout.
We're both less than patient. My hand moves fast, and I'm still swallowing around him, lightly moving my tongue, just waiting for him to snap. He surprises me by grasping my hair even tighter and moving my head back, and his hips the other way.
Shit. He's fucking my mouth - and fuck, I let him.
His hand suddenly leaves my head, instead going to claw at my shoulder, as if to get my attention. He lets out a string of curses, before uttering, "I-I'm gonna-"
That's the point, stupid. My hand squeezes the tip of my cock rather harshly, and I hum around his almost desperately. Finally, we're toppling over the edge. It's a blur for a few seconds, bodies going rigid together, our hearts beating so hard I can hear them both, 'til we come together.
Damn, it took me a ridiculously short time, but it felt too good. To make Ichigo come undone; back arched, making wanton sounds I drank up, coming in another man's mouth. I love doing this to him. I wanna do it again. I wanna have him.
I look back up after I slowly pull my mouth off of him, relishing every little quiver that I feel in the hand that's still holding his hip securely to the wall. He looks completely wrecked, shudders still running through him, and the dark eyes that he tries to focus on me are still dreamily hazy. I know I've still got that orgasm high shooting through my veins, too, but I can't help fixing him with a sly smirk after seeing his condition, just before he starts trying to speak.
“Renji...I, fuck...that was so much more than I even imagined-” he says, starting out all slurred and lazy, and then cutting himself off with a gasp once his brain catches up with his mouth.
After a moment to let it sink in, my eyes widen as he begins to blush. I chuckle as I quickly move to stand, pressing him up against the wall with my whole body now. So apparently I'm not the only one who'd been keeping secrets here. Almost on its own, my clean hand moves to lock the door.
Ichigo turns back to look at me when I push my body against him, and now his attention seems fixated on my sticky hand, as if he was surprised that I'd come too. So, I watch him, his eyes glued to me, as I move that hand to my mouth and clean it with slow, broad strokes of my tongue. Since I'm pressed against him, I feel the shudders that start up in him again, his abs contracting so hard that he probably would have bent forward if my body wasn't pushed up into his. He moans long and low as I lap up the last of my come, and then he surprises me by leaning forward to kiss me. I bend in to his mouth, and am again surprised as he sucks on my tongue, as if he wants that last bit for himself. The low rumble I make in my chest is matched by a small moan from him. My hands are all over him as he breaks the kiss moments later. Fuck, I want him. I want to hear that moan as he writhes under me.
“Come on,” I say and half-drag, half-carry him to the bed, leaving his clothes behind us in a trail. Once we're there, he's fumbling through undoing his sandals while I manage to get everything off before he's even done. By the time he's finished he just watches me, naked and leaning back to his window to mess with the blinds until I get them to shut. All of this is just for me to see. I watch him just as closely, running my eyes over his long, lean form as I press him down into the bed.
“So,” I say, whispering into his ear, “you've thought about us being together before?”
Ichigo gives a shaky moan, shivering as I start to trace his ear with my tongue. “Yeah,” he answers in a quiet voice that can't seem to decide if it's defeated or excited. Or maybe he thinks I'm pissed at him for not telling me.
“'s OK, I don't mind,” I murmur against his throat to reassure him as I continue kissing and nipping my way down his neck. “What did you think about us doing?” I ask, trying not to let the excitement get into my voice too much, but I'm damn sure Ichigo can feel my cock twitching back to life as I imagine him squirming in this bed, getting himself off to mental images of us. Fuck, yeah.
I can also feel against my thigh that he's fully hard again. He doesn't answer though, just bends his face away so that it's harder to see his expression. Fuck, this is gonna be so much fun. I hum in my throat as my lips move back up his neck.
“Well, I already sucked you off,” I whisper right next to Ichigo's ear, “so maybe you had something else in mind because you're still rock hard.” He shakes again and groans as if he's embarrassed to say, and I know it won't be long until I have him.
“Did you want to suck my cock?” He shifts his eyes to give me an intrigued look, but it's not really the reaction I'm looking for. “Maybe you just wanted me to lick you and fuck you with my tongue.” He looks a little confused until I say 'fuck' and then a huge shudder runs through him. I feel a small smile spreading across my face. “Did you think about us fucking?” I ask and then can't help letting out a big, victorious smile as Ichigo smothers a moan in the back of his throat and continues to tremble. “Did you think about me fucking you?”
“Yeah,” he answers in a tiny, hoarse voice, and I suck in a breath as I feel his cock twitch at the same time mine does. Fuck, I was hoping he'd say that.
I swear then, thrust down against Ichigo, and swear again as I feel his hips raise up to meet mine.
“Is that what you want, Ichigo? Do you want me inside you, fucking you?”
Damn if he doesn't look me in the eye then, his blush gone. He looks excited as he answers me. “Yeah, Renji. That's what I want.”
I think I start to swear again, but I have to stop since my lips are on his. I have to kiss him, taste that fire once more. Fuck if I'm not hard again, too, and I force myself to pull back a little, resting my forehead on his. I notice that Ichigo's breathing as quickly as I am, and that his eyes are so dark that they're nearly black. I've gotta calm down and focus, keep it under control at least for a little while.
“OK, Ichi, but you've gotta be patient. We're gonna need to go slow at first.”
His moan in return sounds sort of frustrated, but he doesn't protest, just grinds his hips against mine and starts running his hands down my back. They stop sort of uncertainly at my hips, and I laugh a little against his neck as I move one of his hands down to grip my ass as I push back against him.
“That's it, touch me Ichigo. Put your hands on me,” I murmur against his skin. He must have liked that invitation because when I move to suck on his collarbone I can feel his fingers dig into me hard as he groans under me. I can't stop grinding against him; just the sounds he makes are driving me crazy. But when I look at his face as I slide lower on his body, he looks like he's feeling even crazier than me. The flush across his cheeks, and the fact that he's biting his lip like that, and those dark, half-closed eyes...fuck if I wasn't groaning at the sight of him.
I let my hands slip lower as my mouth works its way down his chest. I'm gonna make you feel so good you're not ever going to want anyone else, Ichigo. I'm gonna make you come so hard that you'll want to follow me around like a puppy afterwards, begging me to do it again. I smirk as I look up at him, then draw another moan out of him as I circle his navel with my tongue, then let it dip in.
“Fuck, Renji,” he moans, fingers clutching at my shoulders as he grinds his hips against me. I growl against his stomach, feeling the trail of precome that was laid across mine from his twitching cock as I slide lower still. When I'm kneeling between his legs, crouching over him, everything just stops for a moment as I look back over him. I feel my own cock jump as I see all that pale skin spread out before me like a fucking banquet and here I am, between his thighs. Kurosaki Ichigo is moaning for me, spreading his legs for me...and I'm going to fuck him.
Just the thought makes my mouth go dry and it makes my hands wander, pumping his cock once, making him cry out, and then down to gently play with his balls. I begin looking around the room, and my eyes finally fall on the desk drawer nearest the bed. Stretching out over him to reach for it, I'm surprised at his mouth latching onto my neck. I close my eyes, letting a pleased sound rumble through my chest but stop as my hand encounters what I'm looking for. Pulling a bottle of lotion out of the drawer, I smile broadly. Ichigo looks a little embarrassed, but after I kiss him again, hard, he seems to forget.
He just watches as I slick my fingers up, his eyes still wide and dark, and he closes them as I move my hand back to where it had been moments before. Ichigo gasps and then bites his lip at the first light touch of my fingers near his entrance. Fuck, this is gonna be good. I continue playing my fingers around lightly as he twists and groans. I'm waiting for some of his tenseness to disappear, but his whole body seems taut with it. I sigh.
“Ichigo, I need you to relax for me,” I say, my voice suddenly sounding low and dark and almost unrecognizable. “Here, let me help you.”
He bucks up at me as I take him in my mouth and shivers as I chuckle around his cock. As he relaxes back down to the bed, I press a finger up against his entrance and suck in some air through my nose as he just lets me in. The moan he lets out is almost unearthly, but I'm still able to slowly slide the rest of my finger in, knuckle by knuckle. My cock twitches again and I thrust against the bed. He's tight and hot and...fuck if I'm not shaking now. I move my mouth up and down on his cock a couple more times and then let it go so that I can look up into his face. He's still looking at me through half-closed eyes, but now he looks a little thoughtful.
“You doin’ OK?” I ask softly, my voice almost sticking in my throat as my gaze moves back down Ichigo’s body, all flushed and laid out right in front of me.
“Yeah, just feels kind of...different,” he replies, frowning as if he's trying to place the sensation.
“Oh, just wait,” I say with a smirk as I twitch the finger inside him that I'd been keeping still.
I feel this amazing wave of heat flow through me as I watch him convulse and gasp, throwing his head back. And then he's writhing and cursing again as I slowly start moving that finger in and out of him. My smirk gets wider when I watch the look in his eye as I move down and take his cock in my mouth again. He's practically incoherent now with curses and gasps and groans, one hand clutching my shoulder and another buried in my hair as I tease him and suck him. I find I'm able to slide a second finger inside him much more easily, and the moan he makes as I do...fuck, I want to take him right now, but I force myself to be patient.
As I continue to finger-fuck him, I start searching, my fingers twisting in him until I find that spot and he bucks against me hard with a sound that's somewhere between confused and turned on.
“Fuck, Renji, what-” he starts, but cuts himself off with a low groan as I stroke him a little harder.
I just chuckle against his cock, which gets him cursing again and I keep going. The fucking sounds he's making seem to encourage me to continue and I suck him slowly as I keep thrusting my fingers deep in him. His hips start to slide down, trying to bury them even deeper and it makes this crazy heat in my groin twist that much tighter. After a while, I've got all four fingers in him and I can't even suck his cock anymore because I'm panting too hard. I've gotta watch the incredible expressions on his face as Ichigo really lets himself go; thrusting his hips down onto my hand and making these noises that just make me want to do every damned thing I can think of with him. I wanna mark him. I wanna make him mine.
Finally, Ichigo starts saying coherent words again, other than 'fuck' and 'Renji'. He actually strings them together with a few others to make a sentence, and when I hear it, I think it's probably one of my all time favorites.
“Fuck, Renji, please...please fuck me. I can't take too much more of this...I'm gonna come again...fuck, Renji-”
“No you're not,” I interrupt, and it's almost a growl. “I want you hard and ready when I fuck you.” He gasps as he feels me take hold of his balls, which are getting all drawn up as if he is close. As gently as I can given the situation, I pull them farther away from his body. When I'm done, Ichigo looks at me in confusion.
“What did you do?” he asks as he realizes that the overwhelming need to come has receded a bit.
I smirk. “I gave you a little more time,” I say as I thrust my fingers into him one last time, and then pull them out. “Trust me, it'll be better this way.” He gives this frustrated moan as I pull my fingers back that make me even harder for him, if that's even possible. I curse as I put some more of the lotion on my hands and slowly lube my cock up, hissing as I try to calm down enough so that I don't push myself over the edge.
Ichigo's leaning back into the pillows now, watching me with avid eyes. I can't help moaning as his little pink tongue peeks out to lick his lips as he watches me. Suddenly I'm kissing him again as I push his legs apart even further, and I draw my head back to look him in the eye before I move.
“Sure you're ready?” I ask, willing him to say yes. He just snorts in annoyance and tries to move his hips up to take me, but I'm right there, holding him down.
I smirk. “I told you that you have to be a little bit more patient, Ichigo,” I say as I lean my body back against his and press the head of my cock against his entrance. I gasp against his neck as I start to slide smoothly into him and it takes everything I have to make it as slow as possible. Ichigo's groaning again, but this time it's right next to my ear and fuck if it doesn't sound so delicious that I want to taste it.
I turn my head a little and catch his mouth up in a deep, slow kiss. I'm trying to forget about the fact that I'm in Ichigo now and that he's so tight around me that I think I can feel his every heartbeat transmitted through my cock, because it just makes me want to move. So, I focus on the shaky breaths and moans that he's feeding into my mouth. When I feel his hips start to move again, I pull my head back a little so that I can see his face.
Ichigo's eyes are open all the way, and he's giving me a look so hot that it makes my stomach flip. He lifts his legs up around my waist and moves his hips again, causing me to gasp.
“Come on, Renji, fuck me,” he says, ending with a smirk.
Something about that just sets me off. I growl at him as I pull out about halfway, then push back into him harder than I should. Ichigo's wanton cry as I do just makes me more insane, and before I know it, I'm pulling back about as far as I can and slamming into him. His dirty talk and moans in my ear are more than I can handle, and it's a few seconds before I can rein myself back in.
“Fuck, yeah...that's it, Renji...nnngh...yeah, that's it, fuck me hard...”
He groans discontentedly when I stop, and I realize I'm shaking. I suck in a deep breath before I change to a slow pace. Ichigo glares at me for a second, but he doesn't realize until I brush slowly past his spot that I've changed the angle, too. I smirk at the change in the look on his face as it softens, his eyes getting sort of distant as he looks at me, and he lets out a long gasp.
“See? I told you it would be better,” I say, unable to keep my smirk from widening as I watch Ichigo getting swamped by the sensations running through him.
“Fuck, Renji, please do that again,” he begs, looking at me with those dark, liquid eyes. How the fuck could I say no?
I try to keep it slow as long as I can, but the way he responds to every little thing I do is so damned intoxicating that I can't help giving him more and more. After a while, the only word he seems to remember is my name. Other than that, he just gasps and groans and writhes under me, his hips coming up to meet my every thrust.
I don't think I've ever been so turned on in my whole life, and I'm struggling to keep it together so that I can continue fucking him as long as he wants, because from the way he's clutching me and grinding up against me it doesn't seem like he ever wants it to stop. I don’t either, but suddenly his eyes go wide and it seems like his whole body clutches mine before I feel hot spurts on my stomach and chest. Ichigo closes his eyes and cries out wordlessly as he shudders, and suddenly he's so tight around my cock that I can barely hang on, but somehow I do, thrusting into him until he goes still.
I'm panting now, and so damned hard that it's almost unbearable, but now that I've waited so long to come I'm thinking I might have trouble doing it. But that's just before Ichigo opens his eyes again and I watch, sort of spellbound, as he fixes this hazy gaze on me. I can tell he's not quite back because his look doesn't have the force it usually does, but once he's able to focus enough to realize it's me, he just gives this crazy, happy looking smile, a real one. And then he calls my name and suddenly I'm coming so hard I can't even see for a few seconds.
Once I can see him again I kiss him, slow and long. His eyes are almost closed when I look him in the face again, and he makes a little pleased noise in the back of his throat. I pull out of him slowly and then clean us up the best I can until I feel a hand on my forearm.
Ichigo's grip is surprisingly strong for someone who looks as blissed out as he does right now so I let him pull me back into bed with him. He hums in the back of his throat as he presses his body up against mine, sliding one arm over me to hold me close. The other hand ends up, of all places, on my cock. Possessive little brat.
He tips his head back a little, and I realize it's to see my face, because he's trying to look at me through eyes that are fast closing. Ichigo smiles and says something before he buries his face in the crook of my neck and it takes me a minute to register what he'd murmured.
“Love you, Ren,” he'd told me.
Damn if my heart wasn't off like a rocket again, even though I could feel weariness overtaking me as well. I kissed the top of his head as I heard his breathing even out in a way that told me that he was already asleep.
He is mine, I realize as I slide slowly into sleep. And I'm his.
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okay, the text fucks up. It always do somehow when I use cuts. It's a real pain. Pieces jump back and forward, I've fixed it twenty times now. Hopefully it stays okay now.
(and it is totallt ok to drop comments here, in fact it's probably easier for the others to find if they're here ^^')