Sittin' Sideways, a RenjixIchigo fanfic
Disclaimer: Bleach is not mine. Needs moar bondage.
A Team Evil fangirl writing a RenIchi mini-series? Thanks primarily to zealot1138 and her deep Red Pineapple meets Strawberry worship, it truly is more likely than you think. First RenIchi fic, go easy on a nervous fangirl, kthx…
Warnings: dream!crackery, possible OOC (not my native pairing, but I did my best to capture their IC personalities), definitely yaoi – M for a reason, in classic Marisa Serise style – tho, this is a straight lemon as the story progresses, so there is no implied BDSM D/s stuff …yet. Some may see this as a dub con, but when is Ichi ever open about anything he really desires? No forcefulness is implied and I've done my best to keep those tones as light as I can. This is a mutual consent-based fic :)
Full author's braindump at the bottom as always.
This takes place primarily in a dream Ichigo has where he's in his inner world…and a very strange visitor is about to turn his world more than just sideways…
Storytime in the place to be!
This was a dream. Ichigo couldn't claim that he was really well-versed in matters of all things spiritual — hell, he couldn't sense reiatsu when just about everybody else seemed to be able to do it with ease.
Except for Renji, who was standing in his inner world with a grin that would have given that creepy bastard Gin a run for his money in that department.
"Oi, Ichigo!"
It even sounds like the real Renji, even though this is clearly a dream. How else is the redhead even in his inner world? Renji is even in full shinigami uniform, right down to Zabimaru bouncing on his right hip. Ichigo quietly wonders if the zanpaktou itself itches for a fight as much as Renji does. His hair is tamed, for the moment at least, by a simple red tie that blends in with the rest of his fiery hair.
Renji is in this inner world, waving at him. Before Ichigo can wave back, Renji flops down to sit down along a building. This strange new habit of sitting sideways is interesting — he even has all the control in the world to not only remain in Ichigo's inner world, he's making himself at home!
Thank kami for shunpo when it comes to moments like this. It gives Ichigo the speed necessary to quickly approach and confront Renji. This might be a dream, but Ichigo still doesn't want him here. He doesn't want Renji anywhere near him, not like this.
Why is he here? How did he get so...so close to me?
It doesn't matter. Renji being in his most intimate mental space is a sign of nothing good that he wants to acknowledge out loud. Sure, there's a slight thread or two that doesn't care why dream-Renji is here in the dream inner world, just on the specifics of what to do with him now that he is here. Those threads hold beads of thought that would probably leave Ichigo blushing fiercely if they were ever exposed to the light of day, but he can admit them here since no one else has to know.
"Renji, why are you here? Where's Zangetsu and... my hollow?"
Renji doesn't really answer him, just looks up at him with a sly smirk that tells Ichigo immediately Renji is not here for any reason that would actually make sense.
"They're ...away. Besides, there are better things to do sideways than ask me stupid questions."
"HEY! IDIOT! You're the one that's in MY world, okay?! I don't want you here!"
"Sit down, Ichigo."
There's a slight undercurrent of authority in the words, an undercurrent that Ichigo feels comes from the fact that Renji is still the older shinigami with more than a few decades on his very human self. He finds himself moving to sit down, waiting for Renji to continue.
"You keep dropping hints, Ichigo, so I figured I'd confront you here...what do you really want from me?"
"I told you. I want to get stronger. To protect my friends. That's it."
Renji's face moves closer, closer in a way that makes Ichigo a little startled.
Damnit, why am I feeling like this? I'm the King of this world...I know that.
One of Renji's thick, calloused hands moves to run through Ichigo's hair lightly before replying with a small sigh. "Lies. I know you want more. Strawberry."
"Shut up!"
Ichigo turns away sharply, only to be tracked by those same rough hands moving to his shoulder. "Why torment both of us?"
Both of us? Ichigo narrows his eyes at Renji as he slowly turns back around. "What are you talking abo--"
Suddenly, he's lost concentration enough where he can't sit sideways. The only way is down and even though Ichigo can stop his fall, the orange haired man isn't thinking about that little fact. He begins to fall downward, with all the grace of a rock and all the horror of a nightmare come to life.
"Damn! Why am I falling!"
Renji's descent, on the other hand, is graceful - Ichigo notices the subtle S-shaped pattern, which reminds him of a snake.
Zabimaru. The baboon with a snake tail.
"You're falling because you're conflicted, Strawberry. Maybe you should ask for help..."
I don't need Renji's help! I can stop this!
As much as he tries, he isn't slowing the rapid descent at all.
I don't want to crash.
I don't want to drown.
I don't want...
Ichigo's thoughts are cut off by Renji moving to catch him, a slight grin on his face even though he looks visibly concerned that Ichigo may have really been unable to stop his descent.
"Renji?"
"I'll go, Ichigo."
There's a defeated tone there that bothers Ichigo. "No...you came here to talk. We should do that."
The kiss isn't sneaky — this is Renji, after all — but Ichigo is still stunned by it. It feels like a lit sparkler full of heat is being pressed against his lips, daring him to accept the fire it carries so effortlessly.
As fast as the kiss appears, it fades away leaving nothing behind except a faint taste of mint and pineapple.
"No, I don't know if I came here to talk, Ichigo..."
I could give in to that fire...or I can push him out of this sideways city. I can. I can.
The more he looks at Renji, he has to admit that he's tempted to see how hot that fire burns, if it will burst free and burn so brightly that it'll blister his skin.
I think it might consume me.
I think it might devour me.
I think...I think I might like that.
Ichigo has to appreciate the fact that Renji is giving him some time to process these rapid events in his mind. Even though he's in this inner world for some strange reason, he isn't forcing Ichigo to do anything. The situation isn't one he's completely comfortable with, but he finds it nice that Renji seems to be thinking about more than just himself.
"I don't think you came here to talk either...just...uh..."
Renji smiles at him, a move that makes Ichigo blush and then frown. It's a smile that Ichigo has seen on other people's faces when they look at him. The kid with the orange hair that can't seem to keep his anger in check. The kid that lost his mother and is stuck with a crazy-goofy father and two younger siblings. It's a smile he can appreciate on one level but despise on another: it is the smile of pity, and that is not a smile he can stomach well.
He doesn't think I can stand up to that fire. He thinks I'm going to back down. Renji must not be thinking very well today. Baka.
Ichigo moves to return the kiss, pressing his lips against Renji's. There's a hint of roughness there, of a realization that the desire between them is not as one way as Ichigo would like to have Renji believe. Ichigo follows the move up with a light press of his tongue, fighting to break into Renji's mouth and run through it.
That strange fire is working its way into me. I kinda like it...
He sees Renji's eyes narrow down to little half slits, a change in Renji's appearance that he finds incredibly sexy. Ichigo presses his body closer, noticing that Renji was parted his lips to allow Ichigo's tongue full access. The mint meets pineapple flavor is a little stronger, but it's not a taste that Ichigo dislikes.
By the time they break off the kiss, the look in Ichigo's eyes matches the look in Renji's perfectly. "So...what now?"
"Well...the only thing to really do with a strawberry is eat it. Unless you'd like me to keep...playing with my food."
Ichigo knows he's blushing, since Renji is struggling not to laugh at him. "Uh...what are you going to do...to me?"
Those talented hands are pushing him backward to lie down against the sideways building, those fingertips moving to begin untying his hakama. "Just going to take it easy...today."
Why does every touch feel like I'm still going to burn up?
Ichigo feels those hands on him and tries to mirror the action, only to see Renji shake his head. "You're already …sideways as it is...just ...just let me do this for you, Ichi."
Ichi? It's only two letters, but their hasty departure is still noticeable. He can't say that Renji shouldn't be that familiar with him, not when those hands are touching, stroking, exploring one of the most intimate parts of his body. He cringes noticeably as Renji moves a little lower than Ichigo expected.
"Ah, sorry, I forget you haven't..."
"Renji!"
He notices Renji just chuckle and begin to dip his head lower and lower, while his hands move to remove, reveal...reveal...
"Wow, Ichigo. I like what I see."
Stop doing that to me! Stop making this fire spread...wait...don't...stop...
When those lips finally close around his arousal, Ichigo's eyes open wide. Heat curled around him, twisted and pulled him under until it was all over him. He felt heat on the inside as Renji's lips explored, touched, and tasted him. He felt heat on the outside as Renji's free hand slipped under his shirt to trace the lines of his chest, then his nipples. He cried out as that sneaky hand pinched his nipple firmly. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, just enough to be noticed.
"Oh...Renji...hell yeah..."
If he wasn't so caught up in the moment, Ichigo would probably berate himself for such a weak sounding statement in the middle of so many pleasurable things happening at once. But all he can think about is the way that mouth — Renji's mouth — is tasting every bit of that sensitive flesh, the way that talented tongue is curling around his manhood like it's the most natural movement in the world.
He's doing this ...this to me like he's done it a million times...he's really good...
Ichigo finds himself pushing his hips up to meet Renji's mouth, noticing a sharp look of approval from the redhead. It's like he wants me to participate...to react...I guess there's no reason to hold back.
He's never had this before, never had someone licking him like a well-loved bit of candy that needs to be savored for as long as possible. He's never had someone sucking on him as if they were trying to call forth some sort of juice. He is not a juicebox at all.
Ichigo notices how fast things are happening, the way the sideways world he's in feels like it's spinning, fading away, then beginning to whiten at the edges.
"Renji....I'm..."
There's a sharp twist of his nipple by those skilled fingers, and Ichigo decides that he can't fight it anymore. The fire between the two of them is so strong that he decides to fully give in.
Go ahead, take me. Consume me if you want...I don't think I can fight it anymore!
The release is intense, but not as long as Ichigo thinks it should be. He is mesmerized by the way Renji hasn't moved away, even though the jerky thrusts of his release have shot pearly molten liquid right into his mouth. He simply keeps sucking, keeps consuming Ichigo until there's nothing left except a very exhausted orange haired man.
"Oh, Renji..."
The last thing that Ichigo remembers is that long red hair, fluttering on the breeze in a sideways city that never had such a thing before.
A sharp crash next to his window wakes Ichigo up from his dream.
I knew it was a dream. Nothing like that would ever happen for real. Besides, it was Renji.
Ichigo didn't have anything against the redhaired shinigami at all. They trained together, and were dedicated to stopping Aizen together someday. It wasn't that long ago since that bastard had betrayed all of them.
Yet defeating the ex-captain shinigami was not what was on his mind at all.
Renji.
"Oi, Ichigo!"
Renji was getting up on his feet, after a hard landing through his window. He was in his gigai, sporting his favorite "Red Pineapple" shirt.
"'Bout time you woke up, Ichigo. You're looking at little ...flushed, you okay?"
Ichigo watched him with a careful eye, not liking that all-knowing smirk on Renji's face.
"I'm fine, idiot."
"Well, okay...but if you ask me...you're looking a little sideways."
Ichigo jumped out of bed, giving Renji a horrified look. Sideways?
It was a dream. It was a dream. We really didn't...do those things together...did we?
"I said I was fine! What do you want, anyway?"
"Get out of your body and I'll show you. Hurry up."
Ichigo sighed. He was feeling more sideways than he would like to admit.
You're looking a little ...flushed.
Maybe I should stop playing with my food and just...eat it.
Strawberry.
Then again, the more Ichigo thought about it, sideways might not be the least of his problems. That smirk on Renji's face as they got ready to leave told him that chances were good his life was about to turn completely upside down.
AN: o.o So um yeah - challenging fic is...challenging. This is a shorter piece than I'm used to as far as lemons go.
In before someone points out Renji would NOT be able to realistically enter Ichigo's inner world. I know this - hence why it's couched in the 'dream' sense hardcore. I'm planning on making this a 2 or 3-shot fic where they eventually get to try each other out in the real world too.
I wanted the dream scene to be realistic, and I just couldn't imagine Ichigo letting Renji tap that strawberry butt so quickly. This *is* still Renji riding seme for the most part (because I totally see it that way, for some reason - sorry seme!Ichigo fans!)
I wrote this from the perspective that Ichigo really hasn't had any other memorable sexual experiences. Yes, like most teenage boys he's aware of self-pleasure. But I wanted to capture his nervousness and a little inner conflict while you fans were gettin' your lemon on.
I am hypnotized by Ichigo's inner world. I love the symbolism of all the buildings being sideways. Hence the title, and the theme of sitting...well, sideways. I are teh creative for sure.
This fic wouldn't have come to life without zealot1138's hardcore RenIchi shipping. I hope I did your pairing (pauses, takes on Tousen voice) ...justice. (ends Tousen voice)
I'm a Team Evil, AiGin OTP fangirl trying to make a somewhat decent and as IC as I can RenIchi lemon with a side order of plot. Plot probably won't be earth shattering and I don't know this pairing well enough for my classic BDSM games. I'll probably leave those out and stick to a more 'straight' match up.
Am I evil for wanting a voyeur kink blended in here? I don't know. :) I probably won't write that in but it's tempting me. :)
It's written from Ichigo's POV but without the first person perspective - if that makes sense. The technical literary term for this escapes me, but I felt using that perspective makes the story flow better. I normally do 'God' perspective so you can see both of their POV's at the same time. I might switch it up in the next chapters to come, but this is where the story will sit.
I've agonized over it...and now I'm going to let the story go free into the wild. My betafish is away and I'm kinda glad cos he'd laugh at me doing a RenIchi.
Since I write primarily for my own vanity's sake, I never believe in forcing anyone to leave a review. If you want to, I'll cherish it, but I'm not holding my story hostage or any of the other shenanigans that writers go through. I like to write, hence I seek out challenges. I'm not 100% OK with the story, but I figure if I never try, I'll never grow.
Now you know. (yo, Slick blow! - and if anyone gets the song referenced I'll be grinning out of my mind...) I'd do the dance but it'd give it away - I *did* have that song on while I wrote this. New Jack Swing + RenIchi = super lemon fun times for all!
*leaves out little Renji and Ichigo cookies*
Oh, before I forget - automatic writer's hat tip to zealot1138, as I believe I first saw the 'never tasted a Strawberry before' line in Bad Romance. I tend to auto-sample from other writers from time to time because I like their work, but I don't want to take credit for an idea that really isn't mine. zealy, you rock my face off homeslice!
Did I just say homeslice? Wow. 90s called, it wants its freaking slang back. *waves goodbye*