Is in progress-- Possible third chapter coming? As the second is done. Who knows, comments please. Is this worth continuing?
What the hell? Ichigo wondered as he sensed the red haired shinigami now inhabiting a portion of his room. Though he and Renji hadn't always been on the best of terms, he rubbed his shoulder – the reminder of this, they had grown to like each other just fine. He still took jabs at the other, which were returned in kind but the fighting had grown a lot more playful and a lot less bloody. Nonetheless he was still surprised to know Renji was standing in his room ten minutes before he needed to be leaving for school.
"You here on some type of mission?" Ichigo asked as he continued to dress himself, pulling white cotton over his head.
"Gee, how'd ya guess," Renji responded moving to sit on Ichigo's bed not seeming to catch the tone of exasperation in Ichigo's voice.
"Hey don't get comfy, I need to be leaving soon yanno," Ichigo said with a bit of a scowl as he turned to Renji and then went abruptly quiet. Renji had made himself quite comfortable indeed lounging across Ichigo's bed his back propped up against the wall. He was dressed normally for once, a bit of a shock, wearing a close cut black shirt and low riding jeans. The sleeves on his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, and his hair was down for once, hanging straight and long around his face and shoulders.
Ichigo must've inspected him for a moment too long because Renji grinned wolfishly and said, "Come on now, I'm not that hot."
Ichigo growled at him slightly and scowled much harder this time, "I never said ya were, teme." He sighed then added, "So I suppose you're coming to school with me." Less of a question and more of an assumption on his part, at least perhaps Renji would figure out the mystery of the juice box on his own.
Renji moved fluidly to his feet nodding affirmation, "Ya. Soul Society has me here to keep an eye on thin's with Aizen still out there an all. Theres been a lot a hollows around here recently an they think ya could use an extra hand."
Ichigo nodded slightly, admitting to both Renji and himself that he had been a bit taxed lately trying to keep all the hollows in check. Not to mention he was already beginning to feel a little more cheerful with Renji around.
He paused his thoughts for a moment wondering why, he had plenty of friends there in Karakura why would Renji be anything special compared to them. He shrugged mentally to himself, best not to worry about it and better to worry about how to handle bringing Renji with him to school. Red haired, tattooed, obviously not a high school student Renji to school. He rubbed the back of his head, ruffling already mussed orange hair and nodded to Renji.
"Lets get going then." Today was going to be a long day.
"Renji, knock it off!" Ichigo exclaimed under his breath, attempting not to interrupt the lecture that was in progress at the front of the room.
"Huh?" Renji questioned, continuing to tap his foot on the back of Ichigo's desk. Most annoying "relative" I've ever had and he doesn't even see it. Ichigo thought, thoroughly annoyed at this point. He glared at the offending foot and then back up into Renji's mildly amused eyes and spun back around to face the front of the room. Ichigo sighed slightly in relief as the noise stopped and then heard rustling behind him as Renji stood. The teacher had requested someone go write the answer to a question on the board and apparently the stupid redhead had decided to volunteer. Ichigo groaned into his arm, oh this was going to be great.
Renji smiled down at him then walked up to the board, his step light and fluid. Ichigo found himself watching Renji move and slouched into his seat further, disgusted with himself. As it was, that was not the first time he had caught himself eyeing Renji. Damn him and his newfound ability to dress himself in something other than screaming florals and bellbottoms.
Whatever thought Ichigo, he certainly was not giving that little train of thought any more playtime in his brain—then Renji turned around. He had finished the problem and was now walking back, crimson eyes locked with Ichigo's gold ones.
Before he could even think, his eyes were roving over Renji's body, traveling over broad and muscled shoulders, along the line of the stark red locks, down to his trim waist and hips. He traced those muscles, that he had seen so many times sparring, with his eyes under Renji's shirt, a mild heat rising into his cheeks. Then he once again caught Renji's eye, there was a questioning confused look there but the moment was over and Renji once again was seated behind him.
"Somethin wrong?" Renji questioned quietly. The teen shook his head silently and repeated over and over in his head, "No there is nothing wrong. No I didn't just check you out."
Ichigo didn't give much thought to the events at school the remainder of the evening and Renji made himself scarce until bedtime. Ichigo was brushing his teeth when he heard his window slide open then click shut a second later, reminding him of the shinigami he was currently stuck with. He rinsed his mouth out and looked at himself in the mirror for a moment before sighing and moving back into his room.
Renji was already pulling the futon out of the closet, he'd been to Ichigo's enough times to know how things were done and he proceeded to lay it on the floor a few feet from Ichigo's bed. Said orange haired teen entered the room, made a noise of approval at Renji and then moved to his bed and yanked the covers over his head. No way was he going to attempt small talk with the red head or even begin to think about his strange feelings that day. He figured he must be getting sick or delusional or something.
Renji sighed pointedly, but also clambered into bed after turning the light off and shutting the door. He lay awake staring at Ichigo's ceiling for quite a while, moonlight bathing him in pale light. He suddenly felt too hot and cramped in the small room, like a fire had been ignited within his being.
Springing out of bed lightly he moved toward Ichigo's bed, eyeing the sleeping teen for a moment and then opening the window. He turned to move back to his bed when he glanced down at the substitute soul reaper once again.
In his sleep Ichigo exuded a calm sort of contentness that wasn't ever apparent during the waking hours. His face had relaxed out of it's trademark scowl and into something closer almost to a smile. Renji stood for a moment transfixed, then he heard a small groan from the other. Ichigo then bolted upright and his eyes focused on Renji, then moved to the window.
"What the hell are ya doing, it's fuckin freezing out!" He exclaimed angrily. There goes that sense of calm eh, mused Renji with a slight smile. His smile was then erased as Ichigo moved to shove the older man. Out of reflex he grabbed Ichigo's arm and yanked on it, not realizing how much momentum Ichigo had put into that movement. End result, they both crashed in a haphazard heap on the floor Renji whining irritably as one of his legs collided with Ichigo's bedframe.
"Oi, what the he—" Renji exclaimed, only to be cut off by an elbow to the chest. The red head growled angrily and the wrestling began. Neither one of them could have said why they were honestly mad but they crashed about the room anyways, both determined to beat the shit out of the other. Finally Ichigo pinned Renji down, both of them panting, clothes and papers strewn all about them. Renji struggled against the younger man, shoving him and jerking his hips in an attempt to get him off.
All he managed to do was end up with Ichigo more laying on him than straddling him, his breath hot and light on Renji's chin. Renji glanced down into honey eyes that were now dark and large, before he had time to think they were rolling over again Ichigo now grabbing fistfuls of Renji's hair and yanking on it. Despite himself, Renji groaned. He had always had a thing for getting his hair tugged on, and in the chaos of the moment he had managed to forget exactly whose shirtless body was pressed against his own.
Ichigo didn't notice and simply flipped them again and crashed down onto Renji, though now he had noticed something. Somewhere among the tumbles and rolling about fighting for dominance he had managed to grind up against Renji. Both of them were now breathing hard, harder than they should have been since they were both used to physical activity. Renji opened his eyes, and they bore into Ichigo's – the familiar burning sensation returning, but with even more heat this time.
All of a sudden the fighting had turned a lot less violent, but a lot more heated. His mind spun, and before he knew what he was honestly doing he smashed his face down against Renji's his lips nearly crushing Renji's own. Ichigo registered Renji's momentary surprise and then return of the rough kiss. They had no timing, and no real gentleness about it but the kiss burned hot between them as though they were passing fire between their now slightly opened mouths. Ichigo bit Renji's lower lip and yanked on his hair again, this time arching Renji's neck making him throw his head back. He swallowed Renji's groan with his mouth and then used the moment to dart the tip of his tongue past Renji's teeth.
Again he registered surprise but the action was reciprocated and for a moment their tongues danced together, both of them tasting the other, wet muscles entwined and searing the other. Ichigo hadn't noticed his eyes had shut, but now he opened them and found himself gazing into those dark red eyes once again. He once again noted the confusion in those eyes but no disgust yet but definitely a question.
At that moment he realized what he was doing, pinning his friend—his male friend—to the floor and kissing him. Ichigo immediately released Renji and sprang to his feet leaving Renji laying on the floor. They looked at each other for a moment longer and Renji noted the way Ichigo collected himself and moved back to his bed, stopping only to slam the window shut. Renji looked at Ichigo and their eyes met for a brief moment.
"Uh—" They both started.
"Just forget it," muttered Ichigo as he turned over.
"Ya." Replied Renji shaking his head at himself, and did the same.
In the darkness one thought was shared, what the fuck just happened.