Ch 6: Doubt and despair
Ichigo's eyelids felt heavier than normal, as he tried to open them so that he could wake properly from his sleep. Having no luck due to his major hangover from last night's party Ichigo groaned, before he realized something heavy rested on his abdomen. Ichigo looked down and to his surprise found Renji clinging to his hips, and resting his head on his abdomen fast asleep. Ichigo squeaked as Renji suddenly clutched his hands saying "Ban Kai, Hihio Zabimaru" in his sleep.
"Renji, what the fuck! Wake up you drunk bastard!" Ichigo yelled tugging at the tattooed man's crimson hair. Renji's eyelids moved, and Ichigo's eyes met crimson ones.
"Oh, morning Ichigo," Renji said in a drowsy voice. Renji tried to rub his tiredness out of his eyes, and yawned heavily. "Renji, would you fucking release your grip on my hips?!" Ichigo yelled.
Renji's eyes flickered as he looked down to his hands. "Let me think about it, nope. No can do," he said, before squeezing Ichigo's hips lightly. Ichigo froze, as he realized what Renji was doing.
Ichigo's eyes followed Renji's tongue, trailing his muscles in feathery touches. "Aww Ichi, come on moan for me. I know you like it," Renji complained as he realized Ichigo wasn't responding to his caress.
"Renji! Stop it and get the fuck of off me, how in the world did you end up in my bed anyway?!" Ichigo proceeded to yell at the red hair that seemed to be enjoying himself. "Dunno, maybe I walked there on instinct in my sleep. Lucky shot I guess," Renji said sneering, before lowering his hand to Ichigo's privat space. Ichigo had had enough, and begun struggling to free himself from the tattooed man's grip, but Renji's grip was as firm as ever and Ichigo found himself losing the battle for freedom.
Ichigo had no idea as to why Renji did this to him, after all Renji had a girlfriend. Ichigo yelped as Renji's face popped up in front of his own. That's it, he's completely wasted Ichigo thought, that's the only reasonable explanation.
But still the bloody bastard refused to let go, and Ichigo was entering a state of panic. Just as he was about to scream in frustration, a loud knocking came from the hallway. "Kurosaki, you up yet?" A deep voice called. O shit, it's my captain! Ichigo thought, before starting to struggle against the wasted man clinging to him.
Renji bit into Ichigo's soft flesh having Ichigo squeak at the violent caress. The sound of course, easily reached Kenpachi's ears and his pupils narrowed as he frowned. "I'm coming in Kurosaki" he said before sliding the door open heading for where Ichigo's squeak had come from.
"Ichigo, you still in bed?" Kenpachi called from behind Ichigo's bedroom door.
"Uh, yeah. Give me a sec, I have a small problem to deal with." Ichigo answered to his captain. Kenpachi waited outside the door until his patience ran out, he was sure he could feel the presence of a third reiatsu in there.
"Ichigo, are you ok?" Kenpachi asked, hoping Ichigo would give himself away with his answer. "Y..Y-Yeah. I'm fine," Ichigo stuttered as Renji's tongue trailed his collarbone. Kenpachi picked up the unease in Ichigo's voice and without a warning he slid the door open stopping right on the doorstep, his frown becoming much deeper.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing Abarai!" Kenpachi nearly yelled at the hotheaded baboon that was caressing Ichigo so lovely in front of him. Renji didn't seem to notice someone had entered the room, and focused on keeping a still struggling Ichigo from pushing him off the futon.
"Zaraki, lend me a hand will you. Captain Abarai is completely drunk. I don't even know how he managed to stagger into my bedroom after I placed him on the spare futon in the living room," Ichigo explained. Zaraki glued a huge grin to his face, and grabbed Renji by the neck.
"I'll be right back," Kenpachi said with a killing intent in his voice.
Ichigo's breath was heavy, and he was glad Zaraki had left the room. Any man would respond to a caress, it was human nature and Ichigo was much aroused to his despair. He hoped Zaraki wouldn't notice once he came back inside, because if he did he'd probably say something like, "Want me to finish what he started?" And make his own assault on Ichigo.
Ichigo had given Zaraki's previous actions much thought. He realized he would have to keep Zaraki from openly showing his affection, after all Ichigo was his subordinate. It was common knowledge that a captain and his lieutenant shouldn't have a relationship.
One other thing Ichigo bothered himself with, was if Zaraki really loved him. He hadn't said it, and he hadn't done anything to show Ichigo love, other than that kiss and the hug when he was upset. Ichigo didn't quite get the feeling of love in their current relationship, so as of now he had little interest in playing with Zaraki in the sheets. Ichigo sighed, his life was totally messed up right now.
Kenpachi made the best out of tossing Renji out of Ichigo's house and gave him a right hook to remember, before putting all of his strength behind a mind blowing throw, sending Renji to the outskirts of the Seiretei.
He snorted, before turning around to face Ichigo's door. If that bastard Abarai ever touched his Ichigo again, he wouldn't get away as easily as he had just done. Drunk or not it didn't matter, he would still end the shitty baboons life.
Back Inside, Ichigo had managed to calm down enough for his face to return to its normal suntanned color. Ichigo had gotten his pulse and breath down, and he had put on his kimono that functioned well when it came to hiding his erection. He took a look in the mirror, dragging his fingers through his hair leaving it in its normal messy style. He sighed deeply before turning around to enter the living room.
Just as he entered the hallway he was caught by firm hands and dragged flush to a broad chest. Ichigo's nostrils drew in masculine yet kind smell that erupted from the skin, and Ichigo closed his eyes for a split second. The smell was adding to his erection, and little did it help that Zaraki's tongue plunged its way into his mouth seconds after.
Ichigo realized the front door was open as he looked past the captain's shoulder and pushed himself free from the door. "Zaraki, the door's open. What would you do if someone saw you making out with me?" Ichigo said angrily. "Tch, like I care. Let them see," Zaraki answered in his usual careless voice, proceeding to try and kiss Ichigo again being turned down immediately.
Zaraki gave Ichigo a confused look "What's the matter?" He said. Ichigo couldn't believe that the dumbass brute didn't get how serious the situation really was, and it made him furious. Ichigo snarled, before he span around to walk back into his bedroom.
When he felt his wrist being grabbed by the rough palms of the huge shinigami behind him, he turned back around with fury in his eyes. "You really don't understand a god damn shit about the situation I am in because of you. Let go of me," Ichigo yelled before yanking his wrist free from Zaraki's hand. Ichigo entered his bedroom, locking the door behind him.
Infuriated he opened his window and used his shunpo to run away from the shinigami captain. Outside his house, Rukia had heard Ichigo yell at someone, and in her side view caught the shadow of the orange haired shinigami flying through the air with a gloomy aura. Rukia frowned before proceeding to follow the unknowing shinigami to wherever he was fleeing to.
Back in Ichigo's house a startled Zaraki stood frozen in the hallway. His hand gripping air where Ichigo's wrist had been. As he snapped out of his little trance, he dragged his hand down his face, tracing the scar making it itch in pain. Why did that boy have to be so complicated in every possible way? Couldn't he relax for once and accept the love he offered him from the bottom of his heart? Zaraki thought before exiting the house.
Zaraki doesn't know how to convey his feelings properly, and Ichigo questions if Zaraki really loves him, and leaves Zaraki startled by his stinging words. Rukia having overheard some of the fight follows her close friend. What will happen?
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