A/N: Again, this story does contain triggering content. However, aside from the smutty beginning in this chapter, it won't appear for a little while. I will post a warning with the story when I finish that chapter.

Ichigo collected his dishes off the table, and walked them over to the sink as he nodded his thanks to his younger sister, Yuzu. Yawning, he made his way up the staircase to his room, planning to go to bed for the night, and closing the door behind him, he began to take of his shirt, tossing the pile of cloth to the wall of his closet before moving to unbutton his jeans.

"Bo~ring!" Renji called to no one in particular, expressing his distaste for the lack of things to do on his required 'vacation'. With an agitated sigh, he turned his head in the direction of the Senkaimon, debating on going to see if seeing Ichigo would be any more entertaining. After all, what had he to lose? It wasn't like he was skipping out on work, and Ichigo generally didn't mind the increased frequency of his visits, although the lack of notice did seem to get on his nerves a bit…

Ah well. He didn't care. Quickly flash stepping to the Senkaimon, he made his way out of the Seireitei and into the world of the living. He'd left his zanpakuto behind. He was supposed to be taking a break, after all, and things in the world of the living, specifically Karakura town wasn't nearly as dangerous as it once had been. The occasional hollow that did show up was generally easily disposed of using Kido. He stepped silently onto the window sill of the teen's room. The dark brown orbs widened in surprise at the sight of the half naked and stripping Ichigo, and he couldn't help but chuckled and give a sly grin. "Do ya need some help with that?"

Ichigo whipped around in surprise, eyes settling on Renji as he quickly re-zipped his jeans and fumbled to re-zip them, his mind racing as he wondered where the hell the other had come from. "C-Course not." He stuttered and tried to stop the heat that was rising in his cheeks. He couldn't even undress in peace anymore, it seemed. He wasn't blind to the amusement crossing the Lieutenant's face at his reaction, and watched as he made his way out of the window and into the room, walking a bit closer.

Reluctantly giving up on the flustered appearance his face was now taking, he scowled at the other, finally managing to get his pants buttoned. "What are you doing here, anyways?"

With a dismissive shrug, and a smirk, Renji raised an eyebrow, enjoying Ichigo's embarrassment far too much. "I got bored and figured I'd come hang out with ya." He grinned, looking the other over as he got his pants re-buttoned. "Are ya sure ya don't need help? I mean, ya look like yer fumblin' quite a lot there. Maybe ya need some steady hands ta work their magic.~"

Ichigo took a step back from Renji, retreating from him and going for his discarded shirt that he'd left abandoned on the ground before Renji'd appeared. "Yeah, I'm sure." He stated as firmly as he could with his voice as nervous as it was. "I don't need any help dressing or undressing myself…" He muttered, leaning down to grab the shirt and finding that it had been moved, and was now dangling in the hand of the Shinigami who had shunpoed and beaten him to it.

A glare crossed his face as he reached out to grab it, and the redhead held it out of his reach, and leaned down a bit to stare directly into Ichigo's eyes as he spoke, beginning to enjoy his little game far too much. "Though, it seems like ya do need help, cause when I first showed up ya were gettin' undressed.~ Yer not nervous or anythin', are ya?"

"I'm not nervous." He snapped, a bit too quickly, trying to calm the red flush continuing to grow in his cheeks but only serving to making it worse as he thought about the other seeing him undressing. "And yeah, I was, but I'm getting dressed now because a certain red head showed up." He pointed out with a irritable growl.

There was no way he was going to get undressed in front of the lieutenant. Especially considering the harbored feelings he felt for him. Renji's teasing wasn't helping his own mental confusion, and he wanted to tell the other how he felt about him. The affection that had grown over time, but he wasn't sure if he felt the same, and he didn't want to be rejected by him. This little game the other was playing with him made him wonder if he was trying to hint he felt the same, or if it was just a joke, and both thoughts overwhelmed him with opposing emotions.

"Ya sure look nervous ta me" He grinned tossing the shirt to the other side of the room without a care in the world while he looked down at the others flushed form. He couldnt help the way his heart began to race at the sight before him. The two of them were completely unaware of the other's affections towards each other. And both feared telling the other for the possibility of losing one another, not wanting the relationship they already had to crumble around them. "Yer face is flushed and yer snappin at me. There's no reason ta be nervous, I could just close my eyes" he said grinning as he took a step closer to the orangette, placing a hand over his eyes dramatically, before looking through the cracks of his fingers with a smirk.

Ichigo scowled at the other, then glanced away, looking towards where his shirt had been thrown. "Shut up..." He growled lightly, each movement of the other making it more and more difficult to deny to himself how Renji was making him feel. How each subtle and suggestive movement made him want the other more and more, and how with each beat of his now pounding heart, he feared he'd do something that he'd regret terribly. Without speaking another word, he attempted to step around the other, only to be stopped by a firm hand grabbing his arm and pulling him back, forcing him to collide with the other's chest.

The lieutenant refused to allow Ichigo get away that easily. This was a game, after all, and he wanted to play. Wanted to see how far he could take the little game without making things awkward between them. A devilish expression crossed his face. "Aww, come on Ichi~ let me help you out just a little." He begged in a childlike tone, biting his lip seductively as he gazed down at the form beneath him. He wasn't planning on forcing the teen into anything he didn't want, of course, but with the way Ichigo was reacting, he couldn't help but continue playing.

Feeling Renji loosen his grip on his arm, Ichigo pulled away from him, stepping back a few feet as he felt his face burning like wild fire. With how he was currently feeling, Renji had pulled him too close, making him uncomfortable. He wasn't sure what Renji was trying to do, whether it was just him simply teasing, and pulling a fairly cruel prank on him, or if the advances were actually serious. If Renji was actually trying to tell him that he wanted him. "I'm fine, Renji… Thanks… He muttered, still moving back as he collided with the wall, and cursing under his breath.

Closing the distance between them, Renji placed his hands on either side of Ichigo's head, looking down at him, but still leaving enough space from him to move away if he really wanted to. It didn't stop the smirk on his face from widening, however. "So ya have nowhere left ta run, Ichi. What'll ya do now? Are ya goin' to continue tryin' ta run from me?"

Amber flared up at the other, and Ichigo's eyes slightly widened. His heart had increased in its rate of beating in his chest. He knew that in his human form, unless he could manage to get the badge that was presently resting on his desk, he would likely be easily overpowered by the other. His face lit up more and more, the thoughts of Renji dominating him filled his mind as an uncomfortable silence between the two of them swelled after the question.

When he managed to say something, it came out as a stutter, finding himself unable to speak properly to the other. He didn't have an answer, at least, not one he could presently find the ability to say.

This was all a game... Just a game.

Renji tried to repeat to himself those words, though with the pink in Ichigo's cheeks and the stuttering he was now doing, it was becoming harder and harder for him not to claim the orange haired shinigami's soft lips... "What is it, Ichi? Are ya gonna run?" He was almost sure the other wasn't feeling exactly what he was, that this was just Ichigo's body reacting to what was going on, and almost positive that if he did kiss Ichigo, the teen would probably kill him, so he held himself back just a little while longer as he stared into Ichigo's eyes, watching for his reaction to the question.

The orangette felt his stomach coil in on itself as he stared back into Renji's watchful eyes. There was a part of him that wanted to run, simply out of his own nervousness regarding the situation. But there was another part, a part that was overwhelming every other thought he had, that didn't want to move. A part of him that wanted to stay there and see where this went, see if Renji was going to return his feelings without him having to say a word. It was the same part of him that had wanted Renji for so long.

Managing to push through the lock in his throat, Ichigo uttered a single word.

"N-no."

The red head grinned, though his heart pounded in his chest so hard he could swear the other could hear it. Every fiber of his essence wanted Ichigo, and with that one soft whisper of 'no' as the other answered his question broke all his reserves.

Unable to hold himself back any longer, he leaned in and quickly pressed his lips against Ichigo's, softly kissing him just to test the waters before he got serious. It was shocking to him to feel the other kiss him back, almost immediately after their lips had met. He could feel heat radiating from the other's cheeks and licked Ichigo's bottom lip lightly, inviting him to deepen the kiss, to let Ichigo's own tongue come out and play.

Ichigo could feel the coil already growing within him tighten at the feeling of the wet muscle brush against his lips, and with some extra prompting from Renji, he hesitantly allowed them to fall open, his tongue moving out to greet the visitor. Relief washed over him, as the full realization of what was happening filled his mind. That Renji was actually kissing him, and that he was kissing back.

A similar thought process was going through Renji's mind as well, his heart skipping a beat in his chest when he felt Ichigo's tongue brush against his own. I can't believe Ichigo's actually going along with this... He brought up his hand from the wall to cup the other's cheek in his hand, the other falling to wrap around Ichigo's waist. He didn't want to take anything too far, but he couldn't help but pull him closer. The feeling of Ichigo's lips against his own was just so good and he didn't want the feeling to go away so soon.

Though Ichigo, however, wanted to get as much out of this as he could. He wanted to show Renji just how long he'd been wanting him, and now that Renji had started it… well he wasn't sure if he wanted to stop. The pressure in his jeans began to rise as he was drawn into the other's chest again, this time not trying to move away, and he groaned softly into the kiss, regretting the fact that he'd redone his pants.

This was more than the red head could have ever asked for, but he wanted more... much... much more. He could feel himself become strained against the fabric of his Hakama as Ichigo released that small moan. Breaking the kiss to let the other breathe, Renji began kissing down the orange haired man's neck, nipping slightly at his pulse point. "Ichigo..." He whispered, though his voice sounded husky and full of need that only the other could help with.

Ichigo had allowed his head to dip down when his lips were released. His chest rose and fell as he panted breathlessly, the sensation of the other's lips against his own still lingering. He felt Renji kiss and nip down his neck and moved his head to one side, allowing the other to continue with ease. As his legs began to weaken beneath him, he found his hand had to aid him in holding himself up, pushing up against the wall he was now willingly pinned against.

The husky, lust-filled and needy voice that the red head spoke in did nothing to help the pressure that was now becoming almost painful. He opened his eyes halfway and looked down at the other who was still at his neck as he fought another moan. "R-Renji..." He groaned, making a similar needy tone to the lieutenants that was lined with the innocence that the virgin held.

Renji only pressed his body closer, grinding their arousals together in the heat of the moment. He smirked when he felt that Ichigo was just as affected by this as he was, and realized that Ichigo'd probably had been wanting him for as long as he did.

Letting out a soft groan, he pushed their hips together once more at the sound of the teen's voice. Renji's head was spinning as he took the extra room the other had given him and began placing soft nips along his entire neck.

"What is it, Ichi? Tell me what ya want." He breathed against the small red mark he left at the base of Ichigo's neck, as he pushed their hips together again. "Talk to me, Ichi, I... I wan...na... know... what yer thinkin'."

Ichigo's head tilted back and he howled a moan louder than before at the friction. His mind was racing. His heart pounded in his chest like nothing he'd ever felt before, and it was addicting.

When he opened his mouth to speak and was interrupted by the grinding, and a particularly loud gasp taking place of his words. It took him a moment to get his breathing under control enough for him to speak. "P-Please, Renji... It hurts!" He groaned, wanting the other to relieve the pressure for him, to replace the pain in his arousal with unadulterated pleasure.

It was then that Renji realized that Ichigo was more innocent than he had though he was, and he gave an amused grin. "It's okay Ichi, Ill help ya" he cooed against the others neck before letting his fingers trace down the muscular build of the teen. "Is this what hurts?" he asked, rubbing his fingers along the outside of the others pants feeling the stiff member beneath.

Deftly undoing the buttons of Ichigo's jeans, Renji let his hand slip inside while his fingers wrapped around the others length. "How's that feel? Hmm Ichigo~?" he smiled as he slid his tongue up Ichigos neck before whispering in his ear. "I can give ya more if ya want."

It throbbed beneath his touch, and Ichigo release a pleasured, yearning moan, his body absolutely aching for more. "Y-yes." He stuttered hotly, "Th-there." His cheeks burned, and without the thick, constricting Denim, the pressure felt slightly relieved, and not nearly as painful, although it was still there. He felt Renji's hand slip beneath the white fabric of his underwear and let out a sudden gasp when he felt the warm, firm hand wrap around his shaft.

His half hard erection livened more at the combination of friction and the heated question that now rung in his ear. "Pl-please, Renji." He moaned the other's name.