Writing Game Piece (with babyluw and spikykun) - Sticky
A/N: For anyone who may not have heard, babyluw and spikykun and I started a writing game a couple of months ago where we all began RenIchi pieces and then passed them along to each other to finish. This is the piece I began babyluw wrote the middle of and spikykun finished. In case you're wondering where this piece would fall in the Stuck...er, universe, let's consider it Act 11.5...a little glimpse into the future. Enjoy!
The other two pieces that we worked on can be found in Babyluw and Spikykun's journals - A Bowl of Soup and Maximum Density (parts I and II).
Much thanks to my super hero beta reader gwoman for somehow managing to review this piece along with her multitude of other world-saving tasks!
Warnings: Bad language, dirty talkin', explicit good sex (yaoi), adult toys!
Usual disclaimers: I don't own these characters and don't make any money for these writings; I'm just creating these stories to entertain myself and (hopefully) you.
The people in this story are fictional, and so you might see them doing things that aren't strictly safe from a sexual standpoint. You are a real person, so please be safe when you play! If you want more information about how that all works, please click here ...there are plenty of other sites with good info on the web, too, so check them out and be safe.
Oh, yes, one more thing. All of the people depicted in sexual situations my stories are intended to be and considered to be by the author of the legal age of consent in any jurisdiction, regardless of what age these characters may be in the material they are derived from. OK?
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It was the unexpected hand on Ichigo's shoulder that caused his body to automatically move from the chair and face the person behind him. He'd been deep into trying to complete his latest lab report before he needed to leave in an hour, and between that and the music in his headphones, Ichigo had been so focused that he hadn't noticed anyone approaching.
His customary scowl loosened a bit as he realized he was holding onto Renji's forearm, his other arm drawn back ready to throw a punch. Renji just looked at him in return, an eyebrow raised.
“I can't believe you just let me sneak right up on you,” the redhead said with a smirk.
“Renji? What the hell are you doing here?” Ichigo asked, his scowl changing to a confused frown. “It's only Friday night. I didn't think you were going to get in until tomorrow.”
Renji shrugged as he used Ichigo's hold on his arm to reel the other man closer in. “I wasn't 'sposed to be here, but I got a request to look into something in the living world today. I think it's more like a bribe, really, since they knew I was coming out here and didn't want to bother to send someone else.”
With that, he bent to kiss Ichigo, deep but short. Renji smiled again as he looked at the younger man when they broke the kiss, and he watched Ichigo's dark, starry eyes refocus on him.
“So, what's the problem?” Ichigo asked, unconsciously leaning closer to Renji.
“We've lost touch with the shinigami who's supposed to be watching over Karakura. He was due to report in yesterday, but we haven't heard from him for the past 24 hours,” Renji replied, then shrugged. “My bet is that he got drunk and passed out somewhere.”
“Do you need help?” Ichigo asked, drawing back a little, fingering his substitute's badge and smirking.
“I was hoping ya might ask,” Renji said, giving him a devilish look in return.
“OK, but I've got to call Chad first. I was supposed to meet up with him and Orihime and Ishida to see a movie tonight, but I'll tell them I won't be making it.”
Ichigo dialed, and then spoke for a few moments before hanging up. “He said to let them know if we want to join them afterwards, since they're thinking about going out for something to eat after the film. I told him we'd call if we did.”
Renji shrugged as Ichigo lay down on his bed and then reached for his substitute's badge. “Hopefully this won't take too long; maybe we can get together with them later.”
Renji stood back a little as Ichigo's shinigami form rose out of his body. “Come on, let's go,” the smaller man said as he stepped outside.
When the two arrived at the missing shinigami's flat a while later, they went in through the sliding glass door on the balcony.
“Don't any of you believe in knocking?” Ichigo asked as they went in.
Renji snorted in response. “I think we all figure it's easier not to make someone answer the door for what looks like nothing to the average person.”
They looked around in the near darkness for a moment before Renji found a lamp on a small table and switched it on. At first, the two of them just stood there and looked around at the mess. Things were strewn everywhere - dirty dishes on the floor, clothes and papers scattered haphazardly, pictures on the wall were tilted at crazy angles. After a minute of looking around, Renji pointed at a figure underneath the blankets on the futon.
“See, just like I thought,” he said as he bumped the mattress with his toe, and he and Ichigo watched the man continue to snore. Renji shook the other shinigami and tried to wake him, but he was sleeping too soundly. Finally, the redhead just shrugged.
“Guess he's gonna be out of it for a while. I think we should plan on keeping an eye on Karakura, at least for tonight.”
Ichigo grunted in annoyance. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“What's wrong? You need to finish that paper or whatever you were workin' on?” Renji asked, leaning up against the nearest wall.
“No, I can do it tomorrow, as long as you can keep your hands off me for an hour,” Ichigo said, looking over at Renji with something that looked suspiciously like a leer. Renji rolled his eyes in response. Ichigo continued, “It's just that this all seems kinda weird. I mean, if the guy's sleeping it off, where are all the empty bottles? The place is basically trashed, so you'd figure they'd be here.”
Renji frowned, now looking around thoughtfully, but was interrupted when his communicator went off. He and Ichigo looked at the signals as he opened it.
“Well, at least it looks like they're in the park,” Ichigo said. “We'll have plenty of room to fight there. Race you?” he asked with a laugh as he bolted out the sliding glass door.
“Cheater!” Renji yelled as he flash-stepped after Ichigo.
The moon was nearing full, so they had no trouble spotting the group of hollows as they approached an open area on the far side of the park. There were six of them, four large and two smaller ones, and none looked like they would be that much of a challenge. Ichigo and Renji looked at each other for a moment before charging in.
“It's just not the same after having fought arrancar,” Ichigo said discontentedly as he sidestepped a large claw coming down for him and leaped to slice one of the large hollows' masks in two.
“Yeah, well, hopefully we'll just make quick work of these and that'll be it. Maybe we will be able to meet up with everyone later if it stays quiet,” Renji replied, blocking a blow aimed at him by swinging Zabimaru in a small arc to push his opponent's large paw back, and then reached out with his sword to shatter the hollow's mask.
It was barely worth coming out here, Ichigo thought. As he was considering that, he used the long tail of the remaining large hollow near him to run up its back and then split its mask from behind as it turned its face in his direction. He jumped to the ground as the creature dissolved and stood in front of one of the small hollows. It wasn't a type Ichigo had seen before, but he was able to note in the split second before the thing opened up its mouth to spit something at him, that the hollow came up just past his waist and appeared to be mostly a big head supported by two flat feet.
“Gross!” Ichigo said with contempt. He dodged most of the missile but ended up getting some of the goo on his hands and right arm as he turned to avoid it.
Now that he was pissed off, Ichigo wasted no time in bringing Zangetsu down on the hollow's big head with enough force to shatter the mask of one of its much larger friends. However, as his sword contacted its target the hollow's head seemed to explode, and Ichigo turned his face away as the front of him was splattered with more of the weird substance that the creature had launched at him from before.
After glancing up to see Renji with a savage grin on his face and chasing down the one remaining hollow, Ichigo turned back to his own predicament. The thick liquid that was now all down the front of him looked transparent and colorless in the moonlight, and the consistency reminded Ichigo of the alcohol-based hand cleaner that was always kept at the handwashing stations in his family's clinic and all the big hospitals. The big difference, as Ichigo found a moment later when he tried to wipe his hands off on some part of his uniform that wasn't already wet, was that although some would rub off when he touched other things, a layer still remained on his skin.
Looking at his hands in disgust, Ichigo brought them closer to his face, trying to figure out how to get the weird liquid off them, when he realized it had sort of a sweet smell. A moment later, Ichigo's hands dropped to his sides as his heart suddenly throbbed hard in his chest once and then settled into a much faster beat than normal. He felt like he was suddenly seeing everything through a delicate red haze and...and he felt good. Ichigo's head tipped back a little as he felt every muscle seem to relax and lengthen and a breathless heat move into his body. He felt great. He felt amazingly warm. He wanted to be touched. His breathing started to pick up as Ichigo brought his gaze level again and saw Renji. Ichigo seemed to see him as he stood there, hair up as usual, resting for a moment to catch his breath, and also saw him with his hair down, uniform off to display his glorious tattoos and hard cock, licking his lips. Not able to hold a moan back, Ichigo started walking towards the other man.
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The whole fight was finished pretty quickly, Renji thought, and he'd been a little disappointed, even though he'd had to chase the last hollow around a little. As he looked up, still grinning at the thought, Renji saw Ichigo headed in his direction, walking sort of unevenly. Renji moved to close the distance between them, worried that maybe Ichigo had been injured, and then was confused as Ichigo just looked into the redhead’s eyes when the two of them came together. Ichigo flashed a broad, affected-looking smile at Renji, and suddenly the redhead felt wet, sticky hands running all over his chest and back as the smaller man moved even closer and pushed his shihakusho open at the chest.
“Ichigo, are you OK?” he asked with some confusion.
“Yeah, I feel...really great,” Ichigo answered drunkenly. “Renji,” he continued, looking straight into the other man's eyes as if he was about to say something important, “I want you. I want you to fuck me. Now.”
“What’s this crap you got all over you?” Renji asked Ichigo, now aware of the fact that the smaller man seemed to be soaked as whatever it was sank into his uniform as well.
Ichigo shrugged sloppily. “The last hollow I fought sprayed it all over me when I killed it. Doesn’t matter. Renji, come on, fuck me,” he repeated, his hand slipping into Renji’s hakama.
Renji hissed as he felt his lover's hand on his cock, and then he realized that the other man was already hard. Ichigo had moved to straddle one of his legs and was rubbing against him and moaning in his ear. Suddenly, Renji was conscious of something different, a flowing, blooming heat everywhere Ichigo’s hands had been touching him moments earlier and where the front of his uniform had been soaked through. Oh fuck, this isn't normal, he thought as his heart sped up to a quick, fluttering beat.
His mind seemed to work overtime for a moment as he suddenly realized that, along with there being no empty bottles in the other shinigami's apartment, there hadn't even been any smell of alcohol as he'd bent over the man to try to shake him awake. Also, his brain was trying to bring up half-forgotten memories of some of the different types of hollows he'd studied in school. Renji vaguely remembered that some of them could secrete poisons or drugs on their skins or in their bites, but they weren't very commonly encountered, so the information was mostly forgotten.
“Fuck,” Renji said, blinking as he tried to keep the hazy heat away from his brain for a few moments longer. “Come on, Ichi, we've gotta get back to your place.”
“No, Renji,” he replied, trying to break away as he met the redhead's look with big, dark eyes. “I want you to spread me open and then lick me and fuck me right here in the grass. Please, come on Renji.”
The redhead bit back a curse as he felt his cock twitch at the thought, but he kept his hold on Ichigo and gathered him into his arms instead. “We've got to get you into the shower, Ichigo. I know you like it when we're in there together with all the warm water running down your hot body and me pushing into you from behind. I'll make you come so hard you'll scream for me.” Maybe we can wash some of this crap off of us, Renji thought, trying to move as quickly as he could before conscious thought deserted him.
Renji almost growled as Ichigo shuddered and groaned in his arms after hearing that. The smaller man held tighter to Renji as they flash-stepped through the city and he licked and bit the redhead's throat. “Hurry, Renji. Fuck, I need you so bad,” Ichigo murmured into Renji's ear, starting to stroke himself through his uniform.
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“Urahara Shop, how may I help you?”
“Urahara, is that you?”
“Yes, what is it?” Urahara asked, trying to focus in on the main voice on the phone despite someone else talking in the background.
“Fuck, thank goodness. It's Abarai Renji...Ichi, not now, gimme a minute,” Renji said, the last part more indistinct, as if he'd turned away from the phone.
Urahara's eyebrows threatened to shoot through the roof. “Abarai-taicho, how may I help you?”
“I was sent here to find out why the shinigami assigned to Karakura hadn’t contacted Soul Society for the past day. Since he seems to be out of commission for the moment, Ichigo and I went out to fight some hollows that showed up. While we were fighting them-” Renji's voice cut off with a sharp intake of breath and then continued a little more softly, farther away from the phone receiver. “Ichigo, hang on. Just...just wait a little longer.” He cleared his throat then and continued in more of a normal tone, “Well, Ichigo was hit with this sticky fluid when he killed one of them, and now it's all over me too. It, uh, seems to have some sort of drug in it.”
“Oh, really? What exactly?” Urahara couldn't keep the smirk out of his voice, but he didn't think Renji would even notice.
“I can't talk about it right now. I'd like you to do a couple of things-” Renji's voice cut off and then continued more indistinctly, “Ichi, you're gonna hurt yourself if you keep doin' that. Use this.”
Urahara listened to the heavy breathing and muttered curses for a few moments and tried very hard not to chuckle. “Abarai-taicho, what is it that you want me to do?”
“Um, sorry. First, get some backup here. Ichigo and I are gonna be, uh...incapacitated for a while. Make sure you tell them that if they run into any small hollows they should keep their distance - a few meters, at least - and to try to kill them with kido. And go get the shinigami who's supposed to be keeping an eye on things here- Fuck, Ichi!”
The last exclamation was muffled as if Renji had nearly dropped the phone. Urahara felt his mouth drawing up into a bigger smirk. “What is it you want me to do with the shinigami on duty here?”
Renji's voice was low and strained. “Make sure he doesn't have any lasting damage. He was completely out of it when we went over to his place. If you can wake him up, get a good description of the hollow so we can pass it around. And, uh, send someone over here.”
Urahara waited a moment as some indistinct sounds came over the phone. He could have sworn the last was a moan, but then Renji was talking again, quickly, as if he was racing against time. “Have them pick up our uniforms, but tell whoever you send not to use their bare hands because both of them are soaked with whatever hit us. Please analyze it and come up with an antidote and once you have some, bring it by here for us.”
“All right,” Urahara said, hearing Ichigo's voice in the background distinctly now. “I should be able to do all that. Is there anything else?”
“Yeah. Don't send Ururu or Jinta over.”
It sounded as if the phone was dropped then, and Urahara could barely hear someone speaking in the background before the connection was broken. The man in the green and white striped hat appeared to think about something for a long moment.
“Hmmm...” he finally said to himself, “I haven't heard of one of those things coming around in years.” And walking calmly out from his kitchen, he went to find Tessai.
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While Renji was on the phone, Ichigo went down on his knees between the Taicho's legs, pushing him back into the desk chair, ripping and pulling until the loose black fabric had been cleared out of his way and the redhead's by now fully hard cock came into view. And when he touched it without a second of wait, was it anything short of amazing? Ichigo looked up at Renji with a wicked grin as he heard the redhead murmur something as the phone fell on the ground, forgotten.
The sticky fluid that seemed impossible to get rid of made Ichigo's hands slick and burned against Renji's already hot and sensitive skin. Both their mouths had slipped open and shaky breaths were the only thing that could be heard in the apartment for a few seconds as Renji watched Ichigo staring at his erection with a hungry gaze.
"Renji..." Like a starved beast, he swallowed the man's whole cock, pushed it all the way back in his mouth, and went up again. "I need you to..." taunting lips ghosted around the head as he licked the slit, "fuck me." He licked with a sharp tongue along the whole underside, followed the vein, and locked eyes with Renji, whose hand had flown to grab Ichigo's hair by the time he finished the sentence.
"Shit!" was all he could say as Ichigo ignored the pulling at his hair and went down once more, slicking him up with saliva. "Ichi, Ichi ya outta stop, I'm gonna-"
Ichigo pulled away completely, and Renji whined as he didn't trip over the edge.
"Oh, no you ain't." Ichigo's voice had dropped a couple of octaves, making him sound nothing but horny. "You see," he said as he moved up to straddle the older man, one hand holding the redhead's large cock steady, the other spreading his own ass, two fingers quickly thrusting deep inside, bringing the warm, eased feeling with them. "I want you to come deep inside of me."
Renji groaned and his hands found a grip on his teasing lover's hips, trying to push him down. "Ichi, please." The hand that was holding onto Renji's erection went up to grab the redhead's shoulder, making him look up so their eyes locked.
"No, Renji, you don't understand. I need you to pound yourself against my prostate and, just as you hit it extra hard, come." He spoke extremely slowly, and when the older man nodded in agreement or surrender, Ichigo dropped himself down.
The puckered ring stretched as it moved down his cock fast, creating an electrifying jolt that ran through his whole body. Renji's sight went black because he was close to losing consciousness, overwhelmed by the feeling, before he managed to pull himself together and look up at Ichigo.
He was losing it. Ichigo seemed unable to close his mouth as it let out shallow breaths, and a trail of saliva dribbled down his chin. His hands and thighs were shaking against Renji's body, and as their hazy gazes locked, deep moans filled the air.
When Renji sat up straighter Ichigo fell back, and they both stumbled to the floor, still linked. Ichigo's nails dug themselves into inked skin, and his eyes fell out of focus as Renji started to move hard, fast, like he had never done anything else in his whole life, like he was born for it. As he thrust and pounded, Renji watched as his lover's expression became something like relief. Ichigo's legs fell wide open, relaxed, and his arms hit the floor right after. It didn't change the sensation of intensity much; Renji could still feel every place Ichigo had touched, as his hands had left a warm, comforting feeling after them. The feeling only grew hotter the longer Renji kept on fucking his lover, until it burned and made him nearly lose his mind.
Renji could feel Ichigo's whole body twitch every time he hit right, and his eyes traveled over a stretched neck, flushed chest, and down to a swollen, hard, throbbing cock. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge and sped up his movements, being sure to hit extra hard as he shot himself loose against Ichigo's prostate.
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"Tessai, I want you to run a few errands for me." Urahara found his old friend sweeping in the basement, the reason a mystery since the place was pretty much a desert and no amount of sweeping would change its appearance. "Do you remember those fun hollows that existed when we started this shop?"
The taller man stopped his cleaning and looked at his boss, signaling that he was listening.
"It was thanks to them we collected the money to start this place... and a lot more if I remember correctly." The fan had appeared in the slight pause and now covered half of the shopkeeper's face. "Unfortunately they were too dangerous for unsuspecting shinigami, and the Gotei 13 had to exterminate them." His eyes seemed to sparkle in the dark shadow his hat created. "Or at least so we thought."
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"Renji?"
The redhead's brow had fallen to rest on Ichigo's chest in the exhaustion that struck him after getting them both off. "Yeah?"
"I'm hard again."
"Yeah, me too," the older man mumbled and some of his strength seemed to return when he opened his eyes to see bronzed skin and abs in an unusual angle, and a rising cock. It certainly didn't help that everything was still glistening with the strange liquid that had merged with sweat and was now topped off with come. He sighed deeply, ignoring the urge to lick his way down over those abs and swallow that hardened flesh. "We should move into the shower." We have to get this crap with the burning sensation off us; who knows what will happen otherwise.
"Will you fuck me there? You said that you were gonna fuck me there, remember?"
Renji just chuckled at how much Ichigo reminded him of a kid at that moment. "Yeah, I'll fuck you there." He pulled out of Ichigo and sat back on his heels, eyes falling to watch how the light pink hole started to slowly close. Ichigo clenched his abs and got up to rest on his elbows. Renji's eyes turned hazy with lust as he watched white fluid dripping out of the small opening. When had he first realized that watching come drip out of a man's ass turned him on so much?
"Help me." Ichigo reached his hand out and Renji grabbed it and pulled the other man up.
Their lips locked and teeth bumped together as they tried to consume each other for a few long seconds before parting again. "Bathroom?"
"Bathroom. Better get the bag."
"Yeah."
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Tessai had been sent to take blood samples and such from the knocked-out stationed shinigami, while Urahara himself went to get the sample from the hollow...that is, Renji and Ichigo's drenched clothes.
He perched on the substitute's windowsill before jumping in and landing on the floor. The place was unusually dark, and as the blond took in a breath through his nose he could smell the action that had just taken place in the room, mixed with a sweet scent that he hadn't encountered in years, and cracked a suspicious smile.
He was suddenly interrupted on his trip down memory lane by a loud "Fuck!" followed closely by a deep moan. The fan found its place in front of Urahara's face in seconds, even if it was far from needed. The shopkeeper swiftly collected the drenched clothes that had been spread out in the small flat and looked one extra time at the closed bathroom door before he was on his way out of the window again.
Damn, he should have sneaked in and taken a picture. After all, material for next year's calendar was needed.
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Ichigo placed his hands on the tiled shower wall to steady himself. His skin burned and he wanted, needed, to be touched again.
Looking over his shoulder he saw Renji watching him, and he cracked a little smile. He knew how much Renji liked to watch him move, just move. So he arched his back a little, retreated half a step so he could lean forward more, teasingly putting his ass up in the air.
But there was a limit to how much he could tease the redhead, considering how much he was being teased himself by those dark crimson eyes just lingering on him. He could feel need pulling at his guts, making his cock spasm and his hole constrict as it wanted to pull something in. It was pulsing inside of him, that deep demanding of pleasure. He wanted to come again and again.
He brought a hand down to his ass, spreading it, hearing Renji take in a sharp breath. Two fingers found their place on each side of his hole, teasingly stretching the fair skin without entering. Ichigo's head dropped. His insides gave a single pulse and got even warmer; he couldn't take it, he didn't want to do it himself. He wanted Renji to do it, he wanted Renji to fill him up, wanted the redhead to fuck him senseless.
"Ren," he whined, lifting his head again to watch the redhead over his shoulder. "I want you inside of me." His knees shook; he was starting to get dizzy, not really knowing why. "It's throbbing inside of me, I need you to push- I need you to fuck me, it's burning."
"Fuck!" Renji called out and took the final step that separated them. His hands landed on Ichigo's hips and he went down on his knees behind the younger man. The hole twitched as his warm breath ghosted over it before he teasingly ran his tongue over it. When he plunged in, he received a loud and deep moan from Ichigo. After a minute he added a finger, to reach deeper, to feel smooth, warm walls, to circle around the younger man's spot before pressing on it lightly.
Ichigo's legs shook and he reached to grab the shower knobs to keep himself up, accidentally spinning one and yelping when cold water hit his back.
The water turned hot fast and was soon forgotten as Renji continued his ministrations, then pulled his tongue out and instead pushed another finger in, circling them around in Ichigo. He started fucking the teen with them while licking his way to the underside of his balls.
Having fingers in him wasn't nearly the same as a hard cock. Fingers moved more smoothly, they bent, they were precise and could press in the most amazing combos. And Renji knew this well as he pulled them out completely, watching the puckered hole close up before he pushed in again, feeling the warm cave clench down and pull him in deeper. He forced himself to look away from the sight and reached for the black plastic bag that had been thrown to the side.
Reaching inside, his hand easily found what he was looking for. Ichigo was near fainting; he couldn't open his eyes, he couldn't control his body as Renji pushed and ran fingertips over his ring muscle. "Fucking tease," Ichigo managed to call out and the fingers stabbed him in response, thrust all the way in and up against that nerve-breaking spot.
Ichigo made a grunting scream as come hit his chest and his legs gave out. His back landed against Renji's chest and he breathed hard into the redhead's chin as he tried to collect himself.
Renji looked over Ichigo's heaving torso, watching the quivering muscles as he ran his fingertips against them, before dropping his hand down a pelvis and making his way behind balls to find the still-twitching hole. He easily pushed in a lubed-up egg-shaped vibrator. Two fingers followed the vibrating pink plastic inside, pushing it up against the other man's prostate.
Ichigo's whole body shook and he pushed himself harder against Renji, who wondered if maybe he had gone too far. Ichigo's ragged breath in his ear, and the shivering legs that pushed weakly against the floor when his toes curled, wiped that train of thought away. Instead, Renji moaned as Ichigo's fingers found his thigh and dull nails dug themselves into tight skin.
"R-Renji."
"Yeah?"
"F-Fuck that feels a-amazing." A tanned hand found its way up to Renji's neck, fingers digging into and pulling red hair.
"I know."
Ichigo's body was growing warmer against his, and the strained cock that was pressing against Ichigo's lower back was starting to hurt. "Let me fuck you while you have that in you."
"Oh god," Ichigo whimpered, his arms giving out as he slid down, then tried to support himself against the floor. Renji had to catch him, reaching with his other hand into the black bag again, this time pulling out a pair of handcuffs.
He lifted Ichigo's arms easily, cuffing them to the pipes along the wall in the shower to hold him up securely enough to kneel shakily by Renji. He got on his knees as well, settling behind Ichigo and running smooth fingertips over the loose opening.
"Want lube?" he whispered huskily while his thumbs massaged Ichigo's lower back.
"Yeah."
The redhead reached for the magic black bag again, pulling out a tube and covering both of his hands with the transparent cream. He spread the glossy lube around the hole before a finger gently slipped in, soon followed by a second.
They didn't really need to do this, Ichigo was more than ready, but it was a nice act they both liked. Renji made a few scissoring motions, being sure to spread the lubricant evenly over Ichigo's inner walls before he pulled away and lubed up his own dripping cock.
"Ready?"
"For you? Always."
Renji could hear the younger man swallow as he pressed the head of his cock against the smooth opening before thrusting into the hotness.
He stumbled forward, resting himself against Ichigo's back as the younger man swayed, hands on the younger's hips as he tried to keep himself absolutely still - something that was completely impossible thanks to the vibrating.
He regained his breath and tried to inhale deeply to relax himself, but it just stayed ragged and shallow and fuck. Ichigo definitely deserved credit for being able to stay conscious for so long with that in him. The older pulled out and sat back on his heels, head resting on the tanned back before him. He knew that he wouldn't be able to stay up and in his right mind if he was going to fuck that bliss.
"Ichi, we can't do it like this." He panted and squeezed in front of the other man, lifting one of his legs so that Ichigo was straddling him and Renji was able to lean back against the tiled wall behind him. "Ya still with me?"
"Y-Yeah."
His hands landed on Ichigo's hips as he angled him down over his hard cock. Sinking into Ichigo was like... it was like the rest of the world disappeared. All Renji could see was the flushed face in front of him, the arms that were raised over his head, the hands locked to the wall above, the parted, red, and swollen lips, the heaving chest, and the dripping cock just above spread legs.
Ichigo lifted his head and it was like orange waves moved and disappeared into the black nothing behind him. Their eyes locked and they were both consumed by the feeling of drowning into the other, a feeling that only grew as they leaned in and swollen lips melted together once again.
Heat was rising through him as never before once he managed to collect himself enough to lift Ichigo up and drop him down again. He slammed himself directly up against the vibrating egg, pushing it more firmly against Ichigo's prostate. Ichigo tried to scream but couldn't manage to get his voice out.
Renji shook, his legs quivering, his hands trembling as they clamped down on the hips in front of him. His lungs couldn't tell if it was time to breathe in or breathe out, and his mind was fighting to remain intact.
They didn't try to pull out or push in or anything, completely satisfied with the already overwhelming feeling, but after a while they started to move against each other automatically. Simple moves - like leaning a bit forward, a bit to the side, once in a while even rolling their hips - but it didn't matter much. The vibrating, the slickness - it consumed them.
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The scent had confirmed Urahara's suspicions about it being the same kind of hollow that had existed nearly a decade ago. Of course, he planned to run a test on the substance to be absolutely sure... and then head far back in the storeroom to see if he had any of the antidote left. From what Renji had said, it sounded like Ichigo got quite an amount of it on him. As he landed outside of his own store, Tessai was already there, having thrown the stationed shinigami over his shoulder.
"Oh my~ we don't need that much blood," he chuckled before they went inside.
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"You okay?" Renji whispered into orange locks as he pulled out, getting his fingers slick once again as he searched for the string and pulled out the toy, which had stopped awhile ago.
"Fine. But I'm a bit sore; I don't think I wanna come again. Not like that, anyway." Ichigo flicked his wrists a bit, finding the little hold and releasing himself from the handcuffs. "You brought the nice cuffs."
"Yeah, they were only to hold you up. Besides, if I was to lose consciousness at least I knew you could get yourself free without having to wreck anything... and you know, save the bad ones for another time." He grinned and leaned up a little to nip Ichigo's jaw before moving to his lips.
Ichigo was still out of it, Renji could tell. His tongue was sloppy, his voice slurry, his eyes bleary - fuck, he looked like… sex.
A nice, long fuck would do that to you, Renji figured. He turned off the water, helping Ichigo up. They weren't going to get any cleaner, that much had been established.
He practically carried Ichigo out of the bathroom and to the bed, pulling back the sheets and placing him there. It only took one look at his stretching form for Renji to sneak under the covers as well. It wasn't much of a surprise, with Ichigo's glazed eyes and pleased expression, whole body still so warm and every bit of him looking fucked out. It wasn't like Renji could have kept away for long.
He kissed him again, amused by Ichigo's soft sounds of satisfaction. The fact Renji'd managed to take the edge off and turn Ichigo into this - a murmuring, clingy mess - was definitely a stroke to his ego.
His eyes snapped open when he felt another stroke, this time to something quite different. He slowly separated from Ichigo's lips, leaning over the other man to inspect his body. He was still shivering, still dirty, and definitely still seemed worn out, and yet, Ichigo was hard again.
Renji found himself fascinated as he ran his hand over Ichigo's body, feeling it twitch and respond to the slightest touch, not to mention the way he was moaning in Renji's ear. As his fingers were moving lower, Ichigo threaded a hand through his hair and clutched. Fuck, just that... It was getting way too hot again.
"Sure you're up for it?" Renji asked, concern in his voice. He wasn't quite sure how the hollow's attack affected Ichigo. Obviously it had made him horny as hell, but if he was still hazy half the time, well, Renji wasn't sure he could do this.
Ichigo's chuckle in his ear, albeit dark and filled with so much lust and heat that Renji's breath caught, was a little more familiar than the previous muddled half-moans.
"Think I could fall asleep like this?" he asked, practically grunting out the words in Renji's ear. "Just kissing you makes me wanna go again. I wanna fuck you; I wanna make you need me as much as I need you right now."
Fuck, you don't even have to try.
Well, he guessed the shower hadn't done much to wash off the stuff the hollow'd sprayed on Ichigo - or maybe it was just him now, his words sending a shudder through Renji's whole body. The redhead soon discovered he didn't really care, already hard by the time his hand clasped around the other's cock. Ichigo's whole body jerked, and his arms wrapped tightly around Renji's neck. Renji could feel nails biting into his scalp - damn, Ichigo was driving him crazy.
He pressed himself completely against Ichigo, slick body against another one, shattered breaths against hot skin. Ichigo was up for this, alright. Renji could have growled at all the sensations hitting him, his body over-sensitized after all the action from earlier tonight. He tightened his fist around Ichigo's cock, making the other man groan into his ear again.
"Haven't given this enough attention, have I?" Renji asked, by now not able to keep the teasing out of his voice. He knew Ichigo loved that anyway, so he hadn't put up much effort. To make sure he got his point across, he started stroking Ichigo, long and slow.
Ichigo answered by thrusting his hips, pushing into Renji's hand insistently, needy. His hand tightened in Renji's hair, pressing him even closer. Renji would have chuckled if he hadn't been busy biting Ichigo's neck.
"Thought you wanted to fuck me," he murmured in a thick voice, and Ichigo cried out, his hips moving more erratically by the second.
"I want to - fuck, Renji - I need you to get me off, I have to feel you, now." His big eyes opened, almost all pupils, and bore into Renji's intently, as if he could make him do as he wished just by thinking it hard enough.
Fuck if he couldn't.
Renji abruptly let go of Ichigo's cock, making the other one practically keen. He pressed his hand to Ichigo's chest and pinned him down so his body wouldn't arch up and he'd fall off the bed or something; he was that out of it. Then again, it was Ichigo. The man could have all the control he desired even while being tied up and fucking blindfolded.
Of course, the memory of that made Renji growl and his cock twitch. He nearly rolled off the bed as he searched for the lube. By then, Ichigo's mouth was latched onto his neck, tongue tracing persistent lines over tattoos he probably couldn't see, and sucking on his pulse point. For a moment, Renji dropped his head and dragged his tongue over Ichigo's ear, cursing his lover's eagerness. He was supposed to focus on what Ichigo wanted, damn it…
He blinked in surprise when fingers started trailing down his sweaty back, gliding with ease over the tattoos on his spine and scraping his ass, teasing. Shit, he's getting ahead of himself. The redhead fumbled the cap off and quickly spilled some lube into one hand. Renji leaned up and pressed their lips together, darting his tongue into Ichigo's mouth to keep him occupied as he reached back with his own, slick hand.
Ichigo's breath hitched at Renji's drawn-out sigh, and it only took a moment for his hand to move lower and find Renji's already there. "Fuck …" he uttered, pulling away from him. Renji had considered protesting against the loss of heat, when he realized Ichigo wanted to watch. Might as well.
Renji pulled back, raising his knee to spread his thighs farther apart and reach deeper with two fingers. By then he was so turned on he didn't even feel the stretch, only mind-numbing relief. He always loved it when Ichigo stared at him as he worked into himself - it felt… intimate in a way he couldn't describe. Then he couldn't look, his eyelids sliding shut by themselves when his senses overflowed, instincts taking over. The heat was guiding his fingers, now. Deeper, harder, fuck, he was thrusting his fingers now, pushing-
He let out a shout and nearly tumbled off the bed when Ichigo's fingertip brushed at his entrance, sending a shock through his already frenzied body. So, Ichigo had had enough of just looking.
"Can I?" he asked, though it didn't really sound like a question - too much roughness in his voice for it to be anything but a demand.
"Yeah," Renji managed to utter, swaying his hips in a way hardly appropriate for a man like him, a Captain, but that never mattered with Ichigo. It sure as hell didn't matter now, Ichigo pushing into him and stretching him, their fingers squeezed together. It would have hurt - it should have hurt - but Renji couldn't find anything wrong with that.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Ichigo rasped next to his ear, too close again. His other hand was stroking Renji's cock while his tongue moved over the tattooed chest, teeth bared at unexpected moments, making Renji moan. They had somehow achieved a rhythm, slowly pushing Renji over the brink.
"It always does when - ah, fuck-" he inhaled sharply, trying his hardest to ignore how expertly Ichigo was wriggling his finger. "It always feels good when you do it."
"I know it does," Ichigo said in a coarse voice, kissing Renji's neck. "You showed me how you want it, remember?"
Renji writhed when Ichigo pushed deeper into him, stroking him just right while picking the perfect fucking moment to suck on his earlobe.
"Now, Ichi..." He couldn't take it anymore. Luckily, Ichigo was in no mood for teasing by now, simply pulling his finger out, along with Renji's, and settling on his knees. Renji couldn't have moved over Ichigo's thighs fast enough, and considered attacking Ichigo when the other man fumbled with the lube.
Finally, the head of Ichigo's cock started easing into him. He made sure to look into Renji's eyes as he snapped his hips forward, pushing into him slowly and making him buck. Fuck, he needed it. Renji forced his eyes to remain open, if only to see that look in Ichigo's dark eyes, all primal instinct and lust - fuck, it was hard to breathe again but Renji couldn't care less.
He tried lifting himself up - maybe to touch Ichigo, maybe to push him back and ride him, just to do something - but Ichigo shoved him back down, nearly snarling, and adjusted Renji's legs so they were wrapped around his waist.
Ichigo wanted it his way, and fuck, that felt good too. All Renji could do was stare up as Ichigo started moving; slower this time, precise, like he was savoring this. And he was. His body flowed, smooth and powerful and wild with every thrust. Renji hastily pulled Ichigo closer with his legs, running his hands over the other's torso weakly. It was quite hard to focus when Ichigo fucked him like that - long drags making every sense heightened, every breath labored.
He pulled Ichigo down again, but this time his lover yielded, pushing Renji harder against the mattress and leaning so close Renji could taste his lips - only then Ichigo ducked his head and kissed his neck instead. Renji let out a frustrated growl to which Ichigo responded by thrusting sharply all of a sudden, making him arch.
"Fuck, do that again…" he managed to say between panting breaths, as if Ichigo hadn't known him well enough to guess he'd done something fucking amazing, as if he hadn't done it a hundred times before. Heady sensations rushed over every inch of the redhead, and he started tugging on Ichigo's hair again, needing to kiss him. Instead of giving in, Ichigo bit Renji's collarbone harshly, and fuck.
Renji's legs clenched around Ichigo's hips, pushing him even deeper, and Ichigo was making so much noise by now that Renji wasn't able tell the sounds apart. He ground his hips against Ichigo's, moving even closer, not even sure what he should be doing as long as Ichigo was touching him.
He was scratching Ichigo's skin, his shoulder blades blindly. So close, but Renji needed more. "Harder, Ichigo, move - fuck me harder…" Damn it.
Ichigo stilled for an insufferable moment, and it was as though time had stopped until his lips were suddenly covering Renji's and his hips were rocking again. The kiss was almost brutal, Ichigo's mouth as insistent as his hips, forceful and demanding. Renji couldn't help but moan when they separated, Ichigo whispering, "Fuck, Renji…"
The sound of his name being uttered so breathlessly made his blood boil. They could have been at it for minutes or hours, Ichigo fucking him into the mattress, their bodies moving together seamlessly. Renji had lost track of everything but Ichigo's mouth, and hips, and hands - which were starting to trail on his chest, teasing him, then moving lower.
When Ichigo leaned down to ravage his mouth again, Renji finally lost it. He came hard in Ichigo's hold, thrashing and groaning as waves of pleasure rolled off his skin, scorching everything in their way.
He was shocked back to the moment by Ichigo's hands gripping him, and low, broken moans filling the air again. Renji hastily looked up at Ichigo, not that he could have perceived anything else, anyway, with the way his entire body was clasped around his lover.
Ichigo's neck was stretched, taut skin glistening with sweat. His swollen lips were parted and a gasp seemed stuck on them, a teasing tongue just barely visible. His eyes were closed, his cheeks flushed, his hair damp, and Renji had seen this so many times before but he still loved every second of it. That was a good one.
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"Ho ho, success!" Urahara cheered while smirking. Finding the dusty antidote bottle had been tricky, considering even with three assistants the shop's storeroom wasn't the tidiest of places. Still, it seemed to have been just as effective as he had remembered, as he watched the hollow-made fluid run smoothly off the shihakusho on his table and into a vial he'd prepared.
No harm in collecting the aphrodisiac for, well, further examinations, after all. He continued grinning as he capped the vial and drew a big X over it with his favorite marker. He quickly slipped it into his pocket and then straightened, picking up the bottle of the antidote. Going to need a lot more of this, and with Tessai off to alert the shinigami…
Oh well. "Off to work!"
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They somehow managed to lie down, splayed on the bed. The pleasure singing in Renji's veins had already drained, but now Renji found all his energy had drained with it.
Still, he was caught in a state between exhaustion and exhilaration, and as long as Ichigo was lying next to him, there was no chance of falling asleep. Whenever Renji would close his eyes he'd just picture them fucking around the apartment (damn, he'd love to take Ichigo in front of the mirror, or maybe against his desk - the height would be about right).
He forced his eyes to open, taking in deep breaths. Slowly, he stretched out his limbs, rolling his shoulders pleasingly. That was definitely a good one. He looked over at Ichigo and was startled to find the other man already zeroing in on him.
Renji chuckled, pushing Ichigo away when he leaned in to kiss him. "Can you sleep now?"
Ichigo grumbled. "Can you just shut up and kiss me?"
Honestly? "No."
It felt strangely like admitting defeat, but Ichigo's scowl was just priceless, so whatever. "Why the hell-"
Renji rolled off the bed abruptly, getting on unsteady feet and opening the window of the now stuffy apartment. The breeze was a blessing on his sweaty skin, and there was a grin on his lips when he looked over at Ichigo again. "You fucking drained me is why. I need to refuel." Looking more closely, he uttered a curse. Ichigo looked like he could barely stand.
"And you could use some food, too." He reached out to pull the disgruntled Ichigo from the bed; after only a moment he seemed fairly content, leaning on Renji more heavily than necessary. He placed his hands around Renji's waist as they swayed towards the little kitchen area.
Of course, then he leaned up and ran his tongue over the shell of Renji's ear, whispering, "I'd much rather eat-"
"Ichigo, I'm serious." It took all his self-control, but finally they made it. He detached from Ichigo's hold almost defiantly and turned towards a random cabinet, scrabbling inside for something sweet. Ichigo was tapping his fingers on the small countertop, obviously restless. Renji stifled a chuckle. They'd damn well better refuel, considering they probably wouldn't get any sleep tonight. It gets in the way of having sex, anyway.
Suddenly, Ichigo stopped his tapping and gasped. "Hey, could you-"
"Fuck you against the sink?"
He could practically hear the leer as Ichigo said, "If you don't mind."
Since you asked so nicely… Renji shook his head and refocused on the task, pulling out a giant cereal box and some chocolate. The former should be sweet. As for the latter, well, maybe he could get Ichigo to - stop it; you're supposed to be the clear-headed one here. "Maybe later."
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Renji did fuck him against the sink.
The desk was christened too, and he even got Ichigo on all fours right on the floor. By the time they crashed on the bed again, Renji had proclaimed this night one of the best nights of his life. Twice.
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The next day, Urahara found two dirty, tangled men sound asleep in Ichigo's apartment, though not on the bed. They were both nestled in Ichigo's chair, the smaller man resting in Renji's lap, cheek pressed against his tattooed collarbone. They were concealed by blankets from the waist down, with Renji's arms wrapped around Ichigo's hips on top of that.
At first Urahara thought the redhead was trying to keep Ichigo, or maybe the blanket, in place, but the soft snoring filling the room meant… well, he was just holding him tightly - protectively - even while asleep.
"My, my…" Urahara muttered into his fan, observant as ever. Waking them up wasn't an option, now. He'd just have to tease them about all of this tomorrow.
He walked stealthily across the room and placed the antidote bottle on the desk, then turned around just as quietly and left. Considering how much of the aphrodisiac he'd managed to collect, and what a fortune it would surely make, the least he could do was let them have one hell of a morning.
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As always, comments about what you liked and what you thought could be improved would be much appreciated. Thanks for reading!
-WriterX, babyluw, and spikykun
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The other two pieces that we worked on can be found in Babyluw and Spikykun's journals - A Bowl of Soup and Maximum Density (parts I and II).
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Warnings: Bad language, dirty talkin', explicit good sex (yaoi), adult toys!
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It was the unexpected hand on Ichigo's shoulder that caused his body to automatically move from the chair and face the person behind him. He'd been deep into trying to complete his latest lab report before he needed to leave in an hour, and between that and the music in his headphones, Ichigo had been so focused that he hadn't noticed anyone approaching.
His customary scowl loosened a bit as he realized he was holding onto Renji's forearm, his other arm drawn back ready to throw a punch. Renji just looked at him in return, an eyebrow raised.
“I can't believe you just let me sneak right up on you,” the redhead said with a smirk.
“Renji? What the hell are you doing here?” Ichigo asked, his scowl changing to a confused frown. “It's only Friday night. I didn't think you were going to get in until tomorrow.”
Renji shrugged as he used Ichigo's hold on his arm to reel the other man closer in. “I wasn't 'sposed to be here, but I got a request to look into something in the living world today. I think it's more like a bribe, really, since they knew I was coming out here and didn't want to bother to send someone else.”
With that, he bent to kiss Ichigo, deep but short. Renji smiled again as he looked at the younger man when they broke the kiss, and he watched Ichigo's dark, starry eyes refocus on him.
“So, what's the problem?” Ichigo asked, unconsciously leaning closer to Renji.
“We've lost touch with the shinigami who's supposed to be watching over Karakura. He was due to report in yesterday, but we haven't heard from him for the past 24 hours,” Renji replied, then shrugged. “My bet is that he got drunk and passed out somewhere.”
“Do you need help?” Ichigo asked, drawing back a little, fingering his substitute's badge and smirking.
“I was hoping ya might ask,” Renji said, giving him a devilish look in return.
“OK, but I've got to call Chad first. I was supposed to meet up with him and Orihime and Ishida to see a movie tonight, but I'll tell them I won't be making it.”
Ichigo dialed, and then spoke for a few moments before hanging up. “He said to let them know if we want to join them afterwards, since they're thinking about going out for something to eat after the film. I told him we'd call if we did.”
Renji shrugged as Ichigo lay down on his bed and then reached for his substitute's badge. “Hopefully this won't take too long; maybe we can get together with them later.”
Renji stood back a little as Ichigo's shinigami form rose out of his body. “Come on, let's go,” the smaller man said as he stepped outside.
When the two arrived at the missing shinigami's flat a while later, they went in through the sliding glass door on the balcony.
“Don't any of you believe in knocking?” Ichigo asked as they went in.
Renji snorted in response. “I think we all figure it's easier not to make someone answer the door for what looks like nothing to the average person.”
They looked around in the near darkness for a moment before Renji found a lamp on a small table and switched it on. At first, the two of them just stood there and looked around at the mess. Things were strewn everywhere - dirty dishes on the floor, clothes and papers scattered haphazardly, pictures on the wall were tilted at crazy angles. After a minute of looking around, Renji pointed at a figure underneath the blankets on the futon.
“See, just like I thought,” he said as he bumped the mattress with his toe, and he and Ichigo watched the man continue to snore. Renji shook the other shinigami and tried to wake him, but he was sleeping too soundly. Finally, the redhead just shrugged.
“Guess he's gonna be out of it for a while. I think we should plan on keeping an eye on Karakura, at least for tonight.”
Ichigo grunted in annoyance. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“What's wrong? You need to finish that paper or whatever you were workin' on?” Renji asked, leaning up against the nearest wall.
“No, I can do it tomorrow, as long as you can keep your hands off me for an hour,” Ichigo said, looking over at Renji with something that looked suspiciously like a leer. Renji rolled his eyes in response. Ichigo continued, “It's just that this all seems kinda weird. I mean, if the guy's sleeping it off, where are all the empty bottles? The place is basically trashed, so you'd figure they'd be here.”
Renji frowned, now looking around thoughtfully, but was interrupted when his communicator went off. He and Ichigo looked at the signals as he opened it.
“Well, at least it looks like they're in the park,” Ichigo said. “We'll have plenty of room to fight there. Race you?” he asked with a laugh as he bolted out the sliding glass door.
“Cheater!” Renji yelled as he flash-stepped after Ichigo.
The moon was nearing full, so they had no trouble spotting the group of hollows as they approached an open area on the far side of the park. There were six of them, four large and two smaller ones, and none looked like they would be that much of a challenge. Ichigo and Renji looked at each other for a moment before charging in.
“It's just not the same after having fought arrancar,” Ichigo said discontentedly as he sidestepped a large claw coming down for him and leaped to slice one of the large hollows' masks in two.
“Yeah, well, hopefully we'll just make quick work of these and that'll be it. Maybe we will be able to meet up with everyone later if it stays quiet,” Renji replied, blocking a blow aimed at him by swinging Zabimaru in a small arc to push his opponent's large paw back, and then reached out with his sword to shatter the hollow's mask.
It was barely worth coming out here, Ichigo thought. As he was considering that, he used the long tail of the remaining large hollow near him to run up its back and then split its mask from behind as it turned its face in his direction. He jumped to the ground as the creature dissolved and stood in front of one of the small hollows. It wasn't a type Ichigo had seen before, but he was able to note in the split second before the thing opened up its mouth to spit something at him, that the hollow came up just past his waist and appeared to be mostly a big head supported by two flat feet.
“Gross!” Ichigo said with contempt. He dodged most of the missile but ended up getting some of the goo on his hands and right arm as he turned to avoid it.
Now that he was pissed off, Ichigo wasted no time in bringing Zangetsu down on the hollow's big head with enough force to shatter the mask of one of its much larger friends. However, as his sword contacted its target the hollow's head seemed to explode, and Ichigo turned his face away as the front of him was splattered with more of the weird substance that the creature had launched at him from before.
After glancing up to see Renji with a savage grin on his face and chasing down the one remaining hollow, Ichigo turned back to his own predicament. The thick liquid that was now all down the front of him looked transparent and colorless in the moonlight, and the consistency reminded Ichigo of the alcohol-based hand cleaner that was always kept at the handwashing stations in his family's clinic and all the big hospitals. The big difference, as Ichigo found a moment later when he tried to wipe his hands off on some part of his uniform that wasn't already wet, was that although some would rub off when he touched other things, a layer still remained on his skin.
Looking at his hands in disgust, Ichigo brought them closer to his face, trying to figure out how to get the weird liquid off them, when he realized it had sort of a sweet smell. A moment later, Ichigo's hands dropped to his sides as his heart suddenly throbbed hard in his chest once and then settled into a much faster beat than normal. He felt like he was suddenly seeing everything through a delicate red haze and...and he felt good. Ichigo's head tipped back a little as he felt every muscle seem to relax and lengthen and a breathless heat move into his body. He felt great. He felt amazingly warm. He wanted to be touched. His breathing started to pick up as Ichigo brought his gaze level again and saw Renji. Ichigo seemed to see him as he stood there, hair up as usual, resting for a moment to catch his breath, and also saw him with his hair down, uniform off to display his glorious tattoos and hard cock, licking his lips. Not able to hold a moan back, Ichigo started walking towards the other man.
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The whole fight was finished pretty quickly, Renji thought, and he'd been a little disappointed, even though he'd had to chase the last hollow around a little. As he looked up, still grinning at the thought, Renji saw Ichigo headed in his direction, walking sort of unevenly. Renji moved to close the distance between them, worried that maybe Ichigo had been injured, and then was confused as Ichigo just looked into the redhead’s eyes when the two of them came together. Ichigo flashed a broad, affected-looking smile at Renji, and suddenly the redhead felt wet, sticky hands running all over his chest and back as the smaller man moved even closer and pushed his shihakusho open at the chest.
“Ichigo, are you OK?” he asked with some confusion.
“Yeah, I feel...really great,” Ichigo answered drunkenly. “Renji,” he continued, looking straight into the other man's eyes as if he was about to say something important, “I want you. I want you to fuck me. Now.”
“What’s this crap you got all over you?” Renji asked Ichigo, now aware of the fact that the smaller man seemed to be soaked as whatever it was sank into his uniform as well.
Ichigo shrugged sloppily. “The last hollow I fought sprayed it all over me when I killed it. Doesn’t matter. Renji, come on, fuck me,” he repeated, his hand slipping into Renji’s hakama.
Renji hissed as he felt his lover's hand on his cock, and then he realized that the other man was already hard. Ichigo had moved to straddle one of his legs and was rubbing against him and moaning in his ear. Suddenly, Renji was conscious of something different, a flowing, blooming heat everywhere Ichigo’s hands had been touching him moments earlier and where the front of his uniform had been soaked through. Oh fuck, this isn't normal, he thought as his heart sped up to a quick, fluttering beat.
His mind seemed to work overtime for a moment as he suddenly realized that, along with there being no empty bottles in the other shinigami's apartment, there hadn't even been any smell of alcohol as he'd bent over the man to try to shake him awake. Also, his brain was trying to bring up half-forgotten memories of some of the different types of hollows he'd studied in school. Renji vaguely remembered that some of them could secrete poisons or drugs on their skins or in their bites, but they weren't very commonly encountered, so the information was mostly forgotten.
“Fuck,” Renji said, blinking as he tried to keep the hazy heat away from his brain for a few moments longer. “Come on, Ichi, we've gotta get back to your place.”
“No, Renji,” he replied, trying to break away as he met the redhead's look with big, dark eyes. “I want you to spread me open and then lick me and fuck me right here in the grass. Please, come on Renji.”
The redhead bit back a curse as he felt his cock twitch at the thought, but he kept his hold on Ichigo and gathered him into his arms instead. “We've got to get you into the shower, Ichigo. I know you like it when we're in there together with all the warm water running down your hot body and me pushing into you from behind. I'll make you come so hard you'll scream for me.” Maybe we can wash some of this crap off of us, Renji thought, trying to move as quickly as he could before conscious thought deserted him.
Renji almost growled as Ichigo shuddered and groaned in his arms after hearing that. The smaller man held tighter to Renji as they flash-stepped through the city and he licked and bit the redhead's throat. “Hurry, Renji. Fuck, I need you so bad,” Ichigo murmured into Renji's ear, starting to stroke himself through his uniform.
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“Urahara Shop, how may I help you?”
“Urahara, is that you?”
“Yes, what is it?” Urahara asked, trying to focus in on the main voice on the phone despite someone else talking in the background.
“Fuck, thank goodness. It's Abarai Renji...Ichi, not now, gimme a minute,” Renji said, the last part more indistinct, as if he'd turned away from the phone.
Urahara's eyebrows threatened to shoot through the roof. “Abarai-taicho, how may I help you?”
“I was sent here to find out why the shinigami assigned to Karakura hadn’t contacted Soul Society for the past day. Since he seems to be out of commission for the moment, Ichigo and I went out to fight some hollows that showed up. While we were fighting them-” Renji's voice cut off with a sharp intake of breath and then continued a little more softly, farther away from the phone receiver. “Ichigo, hang on. Just...just wait a little longer.” He cleared his throat then and continued in more of a normal tone, “Well, Ichigo was hit with this sticky fluid when he killed one of them, and now it's all over me too. It, uh, seems to have some sort of drug in it.”
“Oh, really? What exactly?” Urahara couldn't keep the smirk out of his voice, but he didn't think Renji would even notice.
“I can't talk about it right now. I'd like you to do a couple of things-” Renji's voice cut off and then continued more indistinctly, “Ichi, you're gonna hurt yourself if you keep doin' that. Use this.”
Urahara listened to the heavy breathing and muttered curses for a few moments and tried very hard not to chuckle. “Abarai-taicho, what is it that you want me to do?”
“Um, sorry. First, get some backup here. Ichigo and I are gonna be, uh...incapacitated for a while. Make sure you tell them that if they run into any small hollows they should keep their distance - a few meters, at least - and to try to kill them with kido. And go get the shinigami who's supposed to be keeping an eye on things here- Fuck, Ichi!”
The last exclamation was muffled as if Renji had nearly dropped the phone. Urahara felt his mouth drawing up into a bigger smirk. “What is it you want me to do with the shinigami on duty here?”
Renji's voice was low and strained. “Make sure he doesn't have any lasting damage. He was completely out of it when we went over to his place. If you can wake him up, get a good description of the hollow so we can pass it around. And, uh, send someone over here.”
Urahara waited a moment as some indistinct sounds came over the phone. He could have sworn the last was a moan, but then Renji was talking again, quickly, as if he was racing against time. “Have them pick up our uniforms, but tell whoever you send not to use their bare hands because both of them are soaked with whatever hit us. Please analyze it and come up with an antidote and once you have some, bring it by here for us.”
“All right,” Urahara said, hearing Ichigo's voice in the background distinctly now. “I should be able to do all that. Is there anything else?”
“Yeah. Don't send Ururu or Jinta over.”
It sounded as if the phone was dropped then, and Urahara could barely hear someone speaking in the background before the connection was broken. The man in the green and white striped hat appeared to think about something for a long moment.
“Hmmm...” he finally said to himself, “I haven't heard of one of those things coming around in years.” And walking calmly out from his kitchen, he went to find Tessai.
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While Renji was on the phone, Ichigo went down on his knees between the Taicho's legs, pushing him back into the desk chair, ripping and pulling until the loose black fabric had been cleared out of his way and the redhead's by now fully hard cock came into view. And when he touched it without a second of wait, was it anything short of amazing? Ichigo looked up at Renji with a wicked grin as he heard the redhead murmur something as the phone fell on the ground, forgotten.
The sticky fluid that seemed impossible to get rid of made Ichigo's hands slick and burned against Renji's already hot and sensitive skin. Both their mouths had slipped open and shaky breaths were the only thing that could be heard in the apartment for a few seconds as Renji watched Ichigo staring at his erection with a hungry gaze.
"Renji..." Like a starved beast, he swallowed the man's whole cock, pushed it all the way back in his mouth, and went up again. "I need you to..." taunting lips ghosted around the head as he licked the slit, "fuck me." He licked with a sharp tongue along the whole underside, followed the vein, and locked eyes with Renji, whose hand had flown to grab Ichigo's hair by the time he finished the sentence.
"Shit!" was all he could say as Ichigo ignored the pulling at his hair and went down once more, slicking him up with saliva. "Ichi, Ichi ya outta stop, I'm gonna-"
Ichigo pulled away completely, and Renji whined as he didn't trip over the edge.
"Oh, no you ain't." Ichigo's voice had dropped a couple of octaves, making him sound nothing but horny. "You see," he said as he moved up to straddle the older man, one hand holding the redhead's large cock steady, the other spreading his own ass, two fingers quickly thrusting deep inside, bringing the warm, eased feeling with them. "I want you to come deep inside of me."
Renji groaned and his hands found a grip on his teasing lover's hips, trying to push him down. "Ichi, please." The hand that was holding onto Renji's erection went up to grab the redhead's shoulder, making him look up so their eyes locked.
"No, Renji, you don't understand. I need you to pound yourself against my prostate and, just as you hit it extra hard, come." He spoke extremely slowly, and when the older man nodded in agreement or surrender, Ichigo dropped himself down.
The puckered ring stretched as it moved down his cock fast, creating an electrifying jolt that ran through his whole body. Renji's sight went black because he was close to losing consciousness, overwhelmed by the feeling, before he managed to pull himself together and look up at Ichigo.
He was losing it. Ichigo seemed unable to close his mouth as it let out shallow breaths, and a trail of saliva dribbled down his chin. His hands and thighs were shaking against Renji's body, and as their hazy gazes locked, deep moans filled the air.
When Renji sat up straighter Ichigo fell back, and they both stumbled to the floor, still linked. Ichigo's nails dug themselves into inked skin, and his eyes fell out of focus as Renji started to move hard, fast, like he had never done anything else in his whole life, like he was born for it. As he thrust and pounded, Renji watched as his lover's expression became something like relief. Ichigo's legs fell wide open, relaxed, and his arms hit the floor right after. It didn't change the sensation of intensity much; Renji could still feel every place Ichigo had touched, as his hands had left a warm, comforting feeling after them. The feeling only grew hotter the longer Renji kept on fucking his lover, until it burned and made him nearly lose his mind.
Renji could feel Ichigo's whole body twitch every time he hit right, and his eyes traveled over a stretched neck, flushed chest, and down to a swollen, hard, throbbing cock. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge and sped up his movements, being sure to hit extra hard as he shot himself loose against Ichigo's prostate.
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"Tessai, I want you to run a few errands for me." Urahara found his old friend sweeping in the basement, the reason a mystery since the place was pretty much a desert and no amount of sweeping would change its appearance. "Do you remember those fun hollows that existed when we started this shop?"
The taller man stopped his cleaning and looked at his boss, signaling that he was listening.
"It was thanks to them we collected the money to start this place... and a lot more if I remember correctly." The fan had appeared in the slight pause and now covered half of the shopkeeper's face. "Unfortunately they were too dangerous for unsuspecting shinigami, and the Gotei 13 had to exterminate them." His eyes seemed to sparkle in the dark shadow his hat created. "Or at least so we thought."
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"Renji?"
The redhead's brow had fallen to rest on Ichigo's chest in the exhaustion that struck him after getting them both off. "Yeah?"
"I'm hard again."
"Yeah, me too," the older man mumbled and some of his strength seemed to return when he opened his eyes to see bronzed skin and abs in an unusual angle, and a rising cock. It certainly didn't help that everything was still glistening with the strange liquid that had merged with sweat and was now topped off with come. He sighed deeply, ignoring the urge to lick his way down over those abs and swallow that hardened flesh. "We should move into the shower." We have to get this crap with the burning sensation off us; who knows what will happen otherwise.
"Will you fuck me there? You said that you were gonna fuck me there, remember?"
Renji just chuckled at how much Ichigo reminded him of a kid at that moment. "Yeah, I'll fuck you there." He pulled out of Ichigo and sat back on his heels, eyes falling to watch how the light pink hole started to slowly close. Ichigo clenched his abs and got up to rest on his elbows. Renji's eyes turned hazy with lust as he watched white fluid dripping out of the small opening. When had he first realized that watching come drip out of a man's ass turned him on so much?
"Help me." Ichigo reached his hand out and Renji grabbed it and pulled the other man up.
Their lips locked and teeth bumped together as they tried to consume each other for a few long seconds before parting again. "Bathroom?"
"Bathroom. Better get the bag."
"Yeah."
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Tessai had been sent to take blood samples and such from the knocked-out stationed shinigami, while Urahara himself went to get the sample from the hollow...that is, Renji and Ichigo's drenched clothes.
He perched on the substitute's windowsill before jumping in and landing on the floor. The place was unusually dark, and as the blond took in a breath through his nose he could smell the action that had just taken place in the room, mixed with a sweet scent that he hadn't encountered in years, and cracked a suspicious smile.
He was suddenly interrupted on his trip down memory lane by a loud "Fuck!" followed closely by a deep moan. The fan found its place in front of Urahara's face in seconds, even if it was far from needed. The shopkeeper swiftly collected the drenched clothes that had been spread out in the small flat and looked one extra time at the closed bathroom door before he was on his way out of the window again.
Damn, he should have sneaked in and taken a picture. After all, material for next year's calendar was needed.
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Ichigo placed his hands on the tiled shower wall to steady himself. His skin burned and he wanted, needed, to be touched again.
Looking over his shoulder he saw Renji watching him, and he cracked a little smile. He knew how much Renji liked to watch him move, just move. So he arched his back a little, retreated half a step so he could lean forward more, teasingly putting his ass up in the air.
But there was a limit to how much he could tease the redhead, considering how much he was being teased himself by those dark crimson eyes just lingering on him. He could feel need pulling at his guts, making his cock spasm and his hole constrict as it wanted to pull something in. It was pulsing inside of him, that deep demanding of pleasure. He wanted to come again and again.
He brought a hand down to his ass, spreading it, hearing Renji take in a sharp breath. Two fingers found their place on each side of his hole, teasingly stretching the fair skin without entering. Ichigo's head dropped. His insides gave a single pulse and got even warmer; he couldn't take it, he didn't want to do it himself. He wanted Renji to do it, he wanted Renji to fill him up, wanted the redhead to fuck him senseless.
"Ren," he whined, lifting his head again to watch the redhead over his shoulder. "I want you inside of me." His knees shook; he was starting to get dizzy, not really knowing why. "It's throbbing inside of me, I need you to push- I need you to fuck me, it's burning."
"Fuck!" Renji called out and took the final step that separated them. His hands landed on Ichigo's hips and he went down on his knees behind the younger man. The hole twitched as his warm breath ghosted over it before he teasingly ran his tongue over it. When he plunged in, he received a loud and deep moan from Ichigo. After a minute he added a finger, to reach deeper, to feel smooth, warm walls, to circle around the younger man's spot before pressing on it lightly.
Ichigo's legs shook and he reached to grab the shower knobs to keep himself up, accidentally spinning one and yelping when cold water hit his back.
The water turned hot fast and was soon forgotten as Renji continued his ministrations, then pulled his tongue out and instead pushed another finger in, circling them around in Ichigo. He started fucking the teen with them while licking his way to the underside of his balls.
Having fingers in him wasn't nearly the same as a hard cock. Fingers moved more smoothly, they bent, they were precise and could press in the most amazing combos. And Renji knew this well as he pulled them out completely, watching the puckered hole close up before he pushed in again, feeling the warm cave clench down and pull him in deeper. He forced himself to look away from the sight and reached for the black plastic bag that had been thrown to the side.
Reaching inside, his hand easily found what he was looking for. Ichigo was near fainting; he couldn't open his eyes, he couldn't control his body as Renji pushed and ran fingertips over his ring muscle. "Fucking tease," Ichigo managed to call out and the fingers stabbed him in response, thrust all the way in and up against that nerve-breaking spot.
Ichigo made a grunting scream as come hit his chest and his legs gave out. His back landed against Renji's chest and he breathed hard into the redhead's chin as he tried to collect himself.
Renji looked over Ichigo's heaving torso, watching the quivering muscles as he ran his fingertips against them, before dropping his hand down a pelvis and making his way behind balls to find the still-twitching hole. He easily pushed in a lubed-up egg-shaped vibrator. Two fingers followed the vibrating pink plastic inside, pushing it up against the other man's prostate.
Ichigo's whole body shook and he pushed himself harder against Renji, who wondered if maybe he had gone too far. Ichigo's ragged breath in his ear, and the shivering legs that pushed weakly against the floor when his toes curled, wiped that train of thought away. Instead, Renji moaned as Ichigo's fingers found his thigh and dull nails dug themselves into tight skin.
"R-Renji."
"Yeah?"
"F-Fuck that feels a-amazing." A tanned hand found its way up to Renji's neck, fingers digging into and pulling red hair.
"I know."
Ichigo's body was growing warmer against his, and the strained cock that was pressing against Ichigo's lower back was starting to hurt. "Let me fuck you while you have that in you."
"Oh god," Ichigo whimpered, his arms giving out as he slid down, then tried to support himself against the floor. Renji had to catch him, reaching with his other hand into the black bag again, this time pulling out a pair of handcuffs.
He lifted Ichigo's arms easily, cuffing them to the pipes along the wall in the shower to hold him up securely enough to kneel shakily by Renji. He got on his knees as well, settling behind Ichigo and running smooth fingertips over the loose opening.
"Want lube?" he whispered huskily while his thumbs massaged Ichigo's lower back.
"Yeah."
The redhead reached for the magic black bag again, pulling out a tube and covering both of his hands with the transparent cream. He spread the glossy lube around the hole before a finger gently slipped in, soon followed by a second.
They didn't really need to do this, Ichigo was more than ready, but it was a nice act they both liked. Renji made a few scissoring motions, being sure to spread the lubricant evenly over Ichigo's inner walls before he pulled away and lubed up his own dripping cock.
"Ready?"
"For you? Always."
Renji could hear the younger man swallow as he pressed the head of his cock against the smooth opening before thrusting into the hotness.
He stumbled forward, resting himself against Ichigo's back as the younger man swayed, hands on the younger's hips as he tried to keep himself absolutely still - something that was completely impossible thanks to the vibrating.
He regained his breath and tried to inhale deeply to relax himself, but it just stayed ragged and shallow and fuck. Ichigo definitely deserved credit for being able to stay conscious for so long with that in him. The older pulled out and sat back on his heels, head resting on the tanned back before him. He knew that he wouldn't be able to stay up and in his right mind if he was going to fuck that bliss.
"Ichi, we can't do it like this." He panted and squeezed in front of the other man, lifting one of his legs so that Ichigo was straddling him and Renji was able to lean back against the tiled wall behind him. "Ya still with me?"
"Y-Yeah."
His hands landed on Ichigo's hips as he angled him down over his hard cock. Sinking into Ichigo was like... it was like the rest of the world disappeared. All Renji could see was the flushed face in front of him, the arms that were raised over his head, the hands locked to the wall above, the parted, red, and swollen lips, the heaving chest, and the dripping cock just above spread legs.
Ichigo lifted his head and it was like orange waves moved and disappeared into the black nothing behind him. Their eyes locked and they were both consumed by the feeling of drowning into the other, a feeling that only grew as they leaned in and swollen lips melted together once again.
Heat was rising through him as never before once he managed to collect himself enough to lift Ichigo up and drop him down again. He slammed himself directly up against the vibrating egg, pushing it more firmly against Ichigo's prostate. Ichigo tried to scream but couldn't manage to get his voice out.
Renji shook, his legs quivering, his hands trembling as they clamped down on the hips in front of him. His lungs couldn't tell if it was time to breathe in or breathe out, and his mind was fighting to remain intact.
They didn't try to pull out or push in or anything, completely satisfied with the already overwhelming feeling, but after a while they started to move against each other automatically. Simple moves - like leaning a bit forward, a bit to the side, once in a while even rolling their hips - but it didn't matter much. The vibrating, the slickness - it consumed them.
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The scent had confirmed Urahara's suspicions about it being the same kind of hollow that had existed nearly a decade ago. Of course, he planned to run a test on the substance to be absolutely sure... and then head far back in the storeroom to see if he had any of the antidote left. From what Renji had said, it sounded like Ichigo got quite an amount of it on him. As he landed outside of his own store, Tessai was already there, having thrown the stationed shinigami over his shoulder.
"Oh my~ we don't need that much blood," he chuckled before they went inside.
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"You okay?" Renji whispered into orange locks as he pulled out, getting his fingers slick once again as he searched for the string and pulled out the toy, which had stopped awhile ago.
"Fine. But I'm a bit sore; I don't think I wanna come again. Not like that, anyway." Ichigo flicked his wrists a bit, finding the little hold and releasing himself from the handcuffs. "You brought the nice cuffs."
"Yeah, they were only to hold you up. Besides, if I was to lose consciousness at least I knew you could get yourself free without having to wreck anything... and you know, save the bad ones for another time." He grinned and leaned up a little to nip Ichigo's jaw before moving to his lips.
Ichigo was still out of it, Renji could tell. His tongue was sloppy, his voice slurry, his eyes bleary - fuck, he looked like… sex.
A nice, long fuck would do that to you, Renji figured. He turned off the water, helping Ichigo up. They weren't going to get any cleaner, that much had been established.
He practically carried Ichigo out of the bathroom and to the bed, pulling back the sheets and placing him there. It only took one look at his stretching form for Renji to sneak under the covers as well. It wasn't much of a surprise, with Ichigo's glazed eyes and pleased expression, whole body still so warm and every bit of him looking fucked out. It wasn't like Renji could have kept away for long.
He kissed him again, amused by Ichigo's soft sounds of satisfaction. The fact Renji'd managed to take the edge off and turn Ichigo into this - a murmuring, clingy mess - was definitely a stroke to his ego.
His eyes snapped open when he felt another stroke, this time to something quite different. He slowly separated from Ichigo's lips, leaning over the other man to inspect his body. He was still shivering, still dirty, and definitely still seemed worn out, and yet, Ichigo was hard again.
Renji found himself fascinated as he ran his hand over Ichigo's body, feeling it twitch and respond to the slightest touch, not to mention the way he was moaning in Renji's ear. As his fingers were moving lower, Ichigo threaded a hand through his hair and clutched. Fuck, just that... It was getting way too hot again.
"Sure you're up for it?" Renji asked, concern in his voice. He wasn't quite sure how the hollow's attack affected Ichigo. Obviously it had made him horny as hell, but if he was still hazy half the time, well, Renji wasn't sure he could do this.
Ichigo's chuckle in his ear, albeit dark and filled with so much lust and heat that Renji's breath caught, was a little more familiar than the previous muddled half-moans.
"Think I could fall asleep like this?" he asked, practically grunting out the words in Renji's ear. "Just kissing you makes me wanna go again. I wanna fuck you; I wanna make you need me as much as I need you right now."
Fuck, you don't even have to try.
Well, he guessed the shower hadn't done much to wash off the stuff the hollow'd sprayed on Ichigo - or maybe it was just him now, his words sending a shudder through Renji's whole body. The redhead soon discovered he didn't really care, already hard by the time his hand clasped around the other's cock. Ichigo's whole body jerked, and his arms wrapped tightly around Renji's neck. Renji could feel nails biting into his scalp - damn, Ichigo was driving him crazy.
He pressed himself completely against Ichigo, slick body against another one, shattered breaths against hot skin. Ichigo was up for this, alright. Renji could have growled at all the sensations hitting him, his body over-sensitized after all the action from earlier tonight. He tightened his fist around Ichigo's cock, making the other man groan into his ear again.
"Haven't given this enough attention, have I?" Renji asked, by now not able to keep the teasing out of his voice. He knew Ichigo loved that anyway, so he hadn't put up much effort. To make sure he got his point across, he started stroking Ichigo, long and slow.
Ichigo answered by thrusting his hips, pushing into Renji's hand insistently, needy. His hand tightened in Renji's hair, pressing him even closer. Renji would have chuckled if he hadn't been busy biting Ichigo's neck.
"Thought you wanted to fuck me," he murmured in a thick voice, and Ichigo cried out, his hips moving more erratically by the second.
"I want to - fuck, Renji - I need you to get me off, I have to feel you, now." His big eyes opened, almost all pupils, and bore into Renji's intently, as if he could make him do as he wished just by thinking it hard enough.
Fuck if he couldn't.
Renji abruptly let go of Ichigo's cock, making the other one practically keen. He pressed his hand to Ichigo's chest and pinned him down so his body wouldn't arch up and he'd fall off the bed or something; he was that out of it. Then again, it was Ichigo. The man could have all the control he desired even while being tied up and fucking blindfolded.
Of course, the memory of that made Renji growl and his cock twitch. He nearly rolled off the bed as he searched for the lube. By then, Ichigo's mouth was latched onto his neck, tongue tracing persistent lines over tattoos he probably couldn't see, and sucking on his pulse point. For a moment, Renji dropped his head and dragged his tongue over Ichigo's ear, cursing his lover's eagerness. He was supposed to focus on what Ichigo wanted, damn it…
He blinked in surprise when fingers started trailing down his sweaty back, gliding with ease over the tattoos on his spine and scraping his ass, teasing. Shit, he's getting ahead of himself. The redhead fumbled the cap off and quickly spilled some lube into one hand. Renji leaned up and pressed their lips together, darting his tongue into Ichigo's mouth to keep him occupied as he reached back with his own, slick hand.
Ichigo's breath hitched at Renji's drawn-out sigh, and it only took a moment for his hand to move lower and find Renji's already there. "Fuck …" he uttered, pulling away from him. Renji had considered protesting against the loss of heat, when he realized Ichigo wanted to watch. Might as well.
Renji pulled back, raising his knee to spread his thighs farther apart and reach deeper with two fingers. By then he was so turned on he didn't even feel the stretch, only mind-numbing relief. He always loved it when Ichigo stared at him as he worked into himself - it felt… intimate in a way he couldn't describe. Then he couldn't look, his eyelids sliding shut by themselves when his senses overflowed, instincts taking over. The heat was guiding his fingers, now. Deeper, harder, fuck, he was thrusting his fingers now, pushing-
He let out a shout and nearly tumbled off the bed when Ichigo's fingertip brushed at his entrance, sending a shock through his already frenzied body. So, Ichigo had had enough of just looking.
"Can I?" he asked, though it didn't really sound like a question - too much roughness in his voice for it to be anything but a demand.
"Yeah," Renji managed to utter, swaying his hips in a way hardly appropriate for a man like him, a Captain, but that never mattered with Ichigo. It sure as hell didn't matter now, Ichigo pushing into him and stretching him, their fingers squeezed together. It would have hurt - it should have hurt - but Renji couldn't find anything wrong with that.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Ichigo rasped next to his ear, too close again. His other hand was stroking Renji's cock while his tongue moved over the tattooed chest, teeth bared at unexpected moments, making Renji moan. They had somehow achieved a rhythm, slowly pushing Renji over the brink.
"It always does when - ah, fuck-" he inhaled sharply, trying his hardest to ignore how expertly Ichigo was wriggling his finger. "It always feels good when you do it."
"I know it does," Ichigo said in a coarse voice, kissing Renji's neck. "You showed me how you want it, remember?"
Renji writhed when Ichigo pushed deeper into him, stroking him just right while picking the perfect fucking moment to suck on his earlobe.
"Now, Ichi..." He couldn't take it anymore. Luckily, Ichigo was in no mood for teasing by now, simply pulling his finger out, along with Renji's, and settling on his knees. Renji couldn't have moved over Ichigo's thighs fast enough, and considered attacking Ichigo when the other man fumbled with the lube.
Finally, the head of Ichigo's cock started easing into him. He made sure to look into Renji's eyes as he snapped his hips forward, pushing into him slowly and making him buck. Fuck, he needed it. Renji forced his eyes to remain open, if only to see that look in Ichigo's dark eyes, all primal instinct and lust - fuck, it was hard to breathe again but Renji couldn't care less.
He tried lifting himself up - maybe to touch Ichigo, maybe to push him back and ride him, just to do something - but Ichigo shoved him back down, nearly snarling, and adjusted Renji's legs so they were wrapped around his waist.
Ichigo wanted it his way, and fuck, that felt good too. All Renji could do was stare up as Ichigo started moving; slower this time, precise, like he was savoring this. And he was. His body flowed, smooth and powerful and wild with every thrust. Renji hastily pulled Ichigo closer with his legs, running his hands over the other's torso weakly. It was quite hard to focus when Ichigo fucked him like that - long drags making every sense heightened, every breath labored.
He pulled Ichigo down again, but this time his lover yielded, pushing Renji harder against the mattress and leaning so close Renji could taste his lips - only then Ichigo ducked his head and kissed his neck instead. Renji let out a frustrated growl to which Ichigo responded by thrusting sharply all of a sudden, making him arch.
"Fuck, do that again…" he managed to say between panting breaths, as if Ichigo hadn't known him well enough to guess he'd done something fucking amazing, as if he hadn't done it a hundred times before. Heady sensations rushed over every inch of the redhead, and he started tugging on Ichigo's hair again, needing to kiss him. Instead of giving in, Ichigo bit Renji's collarbone harshly, and fuck.
Renji's legs clenched around Ichigo's hips, pushing him even deeper, and Ichigo was making so much noise by now that Renji wasn't able tell the sounds apart. He ground his hips against Ichigo's, moving even closer, not even sure what he should be doing as long as Ichigo was touching him.
He was scratching Ichigo's skin, his shoulder blades blindly. So close, but Renji needed more. "Harder, Ichigo, move - fuck me harder…" Damn it.
Ichigo stilled for an insufferable moment, and it was as though time had stopped until his lips were suddenly covering Renji's and his hips were rocking again. The kiss was almost brutal, Ichigo's mouth as insistent as his hips, forceful and demanding. Renji couldn't help but moan when they separated, Ichigo whispering, "Fuck, Renji…"
The sound of his name being uttered so breathlessly made his blood boil. They could have been at it for minutes or hours, Ichigo fucking him into the mattress, their bodies moving together seamlessly. Renji had lost track of everything but Ichigo's mouth, and hips, and hands - which were starting to trail on his chest, teasing him, then moving lower.
When Ichigo leaned down to ravage his mouth again, Renji finally lost it. He came hard in Ichigo's hold, thrashing and groaning as waves of pleasure rolled off his skin, scorching everything in their way.
He was shocked back to the moment by Ichigo's hands gripping him, and low, broken moans filling the air again. Renji hastily looked up at Ichigo, not that he could have perceived anything else, anyway, with the way his entire body was clasped around his lover.
Ichigo's neck was stretched, taut skin glistening with sweat. His swollen lips were parted and a gasp seemed stuck on them, a teasing tongue just barely visible. His eyes were closed, his cheeks flushed, his hair damp, and Renji had seen this so many times before but he still loved every second of it. That was a good one.
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"Ho ho, success!" Urahara cheered while smirking. Finding the dusty antidote bottle had been tricky, considering even with three assistants the shop's storeroom wasn't the tidiest of places. Still, it seemed to have been just as effective as he had remembered, as he watched the hollow-made fluid run smoothly off the shihakusho on his table and into a vial he'd prepared.
No harm in collecting the aphrodisiac for, well, further examinations, after all. He continued grinning as he capped the vial and drew a big X over it with his favorite marker. He quickly slipped it into his pocket and then straightened, picking up the bottle of the antidote. Going to need a lot more of this, and with Tessai off to alert the shinigami…
Oh well. "Off to work!"
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They somehow managed to lie down, splayed on the bed. The pleasure singing in Renji's veins had already drained, but now Renji found all his energy had drained with it.
Still, he was caught in a state between exhaustion and exhilaration, and as long as Ichigo was lying next to him, there was no chance of falling asleep. Whenever Renji would close his eyes he'd just picture them fucking around the apartment (damn, he'd love to take Ichigo in front of the mirror, or maybe against his desk - the height would be about right).
He forced his eyes to open, taking in deep breaths. Slowly, he stretched out his limbs, rolling his shoulders pleasingly. That was definitely a good one. He looked over at Ichigo and was startled to find the other man already zeroing in on him.
Renji chuckled, pushing Ichigo away when he leaned in to kiss him. "Can you sleep now?"
Ichigo grumbled. "Can you just shut up and kiss me?"
Honestly? "No."
It felt strangely like admitting defeat, but Ichigo's scowl was just priceless, so whatever. "Why the hell-"
Renji rolled off the bed abruptly, getting on unsteady feet and opening the window of the now stuffy apartment. The breeze was a blessing on his sweaty skin, and there was a grin on his lips when he looked over at Ichigo again. "You fucking drained me is why. I need to refuel." Looking more closely, he uttered a curse. Ichigo looked like he could barely stand.
"And you could use some food, too." He reached out to pull the disgruntled Ichigo from the bed; after only a moment he seemed fairly content, leaning on Renji more heavily than necessary. He placed his hands around Renji's waist as they swayed towards the little kitchen area.
Of course, then he leaned up and ran his tongue over the shell of Renji's ear, whispering, "I'd much rather eat-"
"Ichigo, I'm serious." It took all his self-control, but finally they made it. He detached from Ichigo's hold almost defiantly and turned towards a random cabinet, scrabbling inside for something sweet. Ichigo was tapping his fingers on the small countertop, obviously restless. Renji stifled a chuckle. They'd damn well better refuel, considering they probably wouldn't get any sleep tonight. It gets in the way of having sex, anyway.
Suddenly, Ichigo stopped his tapping and gasped. "Hey, could you-"
"Fuck you against the sink?"
He could practically hear the leer as Ichigo said, "If you don't mind."
Since you asked so nicely… Renji shook his head and refocused on the task, pulling out a giant cereal box and some chocolate. The former should be sweet. As for the latter, well, maybe he could get Ichigo to - stop it; you're supposed to be the clear-headed one here. "Maybe later."
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Renji did fuck him against the sink.
The desk was christened too, and he even got Ichigo on all fours right on the floor. By the time they crashed on the bed again, Renji had proclaimed this night one of the best nights of his life. Twice.
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The next day, Urahara found two dirty, tangled men sound asleep in Ichigo's apartment, though not on the bed. They were both nestled in Ichigo's chair, the smaller man resting in Renji's lap, cheek pressed against his tattooed collarbone. They were concealed by blankets from the waist down, with Renji's arms wrapped around Ichigo's hips on top of that.
At first Urahara thought the redhead was trying to keep Ichigo, or maybe the blanket, in place, but the soft snoring filling the room meant… well, he was just holding him tightly - protectively - even while asleep.
"My, my…" Urahara muttered into his fan, observant as ever. Waking them up wasn't an option, now. He'd just have to tease them about all of this tomorrow.
He walked stealthily across the room and placed the antidote bottle on the desk, then turned around just as quietly and left. Considering how much of the aphrodisiac he'd managed to collect, and what a fortune it would surely make, the least he could do was let them have one hell of a morning.
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