Let's push the interlude (chapter 5) ahead one last time, shall we?

Some filthy language and sexual content in this chapter, kids.

Bleach doesn't belong to me.

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Way too chipper birds and a stubborn ray of sunlight awoke Renji the next morning. He lay flat on his belly in a bed which at first seemed unfamiliar but soon wasn't, one arm hanging over the edge of it, knuckles brushing the floor, the other tucked under the pillow his head rested on.

He blinked and tried to move, finding himself pretty much unable to.

Flush against his side, attached like a baby koala, a seventeen year old, crazy-haired boy clung, arm wrapped around his waist, leg locking his thighs in place.

He flexed the muscles in his back and scrunched his nose when he felt something moist and slippery on his shoulder. It felt cold, waves of breath keeping it so.

Ah, Ichigo was drooling on him.

How cute.

He shrugged his shoulders a little. "Hey, Ichigo…"

No reply.

"Ichigo, oi. Wake up, kid."

Something like an 'mmph' was heard and Renji grinned. He shook the boy off with mild violence and rolled until he was on his side, facing Ichigo.

Ichigo buried his face in a pillow with another unintelligible sound.

Renji brushed a wild lock of orange hair from an ear and leaned in, blowing gently, which caused a shiver and yet another 'mmph', this decidedly deeper in tone. He moved closer and took the earlobe between his teeth and tugged gently.

"Mm…"

That was more like it. Renji added the tip of his tongue and let it travel slowly over the sensitive skin.

"Renji." Ichigo's voice was thick and raspy with sleep.

"Morning, baby," Renji murmured.

Ichigo finally turned his head, half-lidded brandy coloured eyes crossing as they tried to focus.

The boy was just too adorable for his own good.

Renji had let the earlobe go with a wet 'plop' when he spoke, but found himself needing something between his lips again so he tilted his head and caught chapped, slightly parted lips in a kiss, morning breath be damned. He was met with a lazy tongue inviting him in and was unable to suppress a soft moan.

Fumbling fingers grabbed Renji's neck, tugging him closer until he gave in and rolled on top of the sleep-warm body. He let his lips travel down Ichigo's neck, adding a good amount of tongue.

Fingers, more eager now, slid over his shoulders and paused. "Renji..?"

"Hm?"

"There's a, uh… wet spot. Did I… Did I drool on you while sleeping?"

The redhead let out a laugh, still hoarse and deep. "Yeah, you did."

"Oh. Well, I'm sorry, I guess. Great first impression sleeping with someone, huh."

"Don't worry about it, kid. You can drool on me anytime."

Ichigo snorted. "Good to know." He let his hands travel over warm skin, down to the small of Renji's back, where he stopped, hesitating.

They were both still naked, smelling faintly of sweat and sex.

Renji grinned. "You're allowed to touch my ass, Ichigo." He lifted his head just in time to see the boy blush and grinned even wider. Lowering his voice, his mouth brushing the corner of Ichigo's, he continued with a purr. "In fact, you're allowed to touch me anywhere you want."

Ichigo responded simply by catching Renji's lips with his own, pressing against them hard.

The redhead felt their cocks twitch in unison and growled, grabbing the back of the teen's head and pulling him even closer.

The kiss was eager and hungry. Their mouths slid and missed, leaving trails of saliva on their cheeks and chins, teeth clacked together painfully hard, tongues fought, lost, won, fucked, were sucked.

Renji shifted between Ichigo's legs and thrust forward, rubbing their erections together. He swallowed the moan that earned him and moaned right back when the teen finally managed to gather enough courage to grab his ass, pulling him close.

"Fuck, that feels nice, baby." Makes me wanna just… Gah. Makes me wanna spread you open, hoist one leg onto my shoulder and push into you, baby. Makes me wanna fuck you until you scream my name.

Makes me wanna stop being patient and just give us both what we want. I want in you so bad. I want to just forget all the fuck about taking shit slow and wrap your legs around my neck and eat you out. You'd love that, I know you would. You'd bitch and moan about it being 'not very hygienic' and then you'd beg for more within a minute. And I'd give it to you, baby.

I'd slick you up and fingerfuck you for so long you'll forget what it's even like to not have me in you. Stick as many fingers in your mouth as I can and make you come like that. I wanna give you enough orgasms to make you come dry and wipe the tears from your eyes when it feels so fucking good and hurts so fucking bad at the same time. Take you in every position known to man.

I wanna see you ride me, fuck I wanna see you ride me! I wanna see you throw your head back and let all the shit in your life just go and let me make you forget about everything for a while.

Then I wanna do it again.

They rolled their hips, gasping and grunting into each other's mouths, until Ichigo pulled away, sucking in air as if he'd been about to drown. "We have to- I'll… I can't, I'm gonna…" His body didn't heed his words, still moving, rocking, a leg coming up to wrap itself around Renji's.

"Alright… Alright, we'll stop." Renji clenched his jaw tight enough to hear a nasty little crack and raised himself on his elbows, a jolt going through him as the boy beneath him winced at the slight loss of contact. "I swear I just wanted to wake you up." He managed a chuckle. "Seems I can't keep my hands off you."

"I like your hands."

Renji reluctantly rolled off Ichigo, pulling him along until the teen rested his head on Renji's chest, a leg and an arm draped over him. "You're amazing, Ichigo," he murmured into bright unruly hair.

Ichigo shifted next to him, pressing closer. "I really, really like this."

"Yeah, me too."

They stayed like that for a while, trying to cool down.

A long-fingered hand reached up and traced the thick black lines adorning Renji's forehead. He closed his eyes, enjoying the soft touch.

"Not much room left on your body now. What will happen when you run out?"

Renji smiled. "I haven't really thought about it. Maybe I'm done when I'm full of them. Maybe I could just go over them all again in a different colour, tracing the outlines."

"Red would be nice."

"It's a little predictable, don't you think? Maybe I should just go with… orange or something." He tugged Ichigo's hair gently.

The teen buried his face in Renji's neck and muttered something unintelligible.

Renji chuckled and scratched Ichigo's scalp. "Not orange, huh… I guess Zabimaru will want to have his say too. He wasn't too fond of the ones on my feet, said they reminded him too much of cherry blossoms..." He listened to the little pleasured groans and sighs his scratching created, a warm feeling spreading in his chest. "Feels good?"

"Yeah… Listen, Renji… About yesterday."

"Hm?"

Ichigo closed his fist against Renji's chest. "It- It felt so good, but also a little scary, you know? I've…" He paused, searching for the right words. "I've held back for so long, it felt like I was gonna explode when I finally started letting things out."

"I can understand that." Renji closed his hand over Ichigo's fist, squeezing it softly, willing it to relax.

"And you're so… You've done this a lot of times, right?"

"Can't lie to you. I have, yeah."

"I feel like a, like an overexcited puppy, like a kid. I don't wanna disappoint."

Renji craned his neck, looking down at the young man in his arms. Ichigo was scowling, staring straight ahead into the wall. "Don't worry about it, Ichigo. I don't expect you to be an expert. And speaking of last night, you made me come harder than anyone has in a long, long time. That counts, doesn't it?" He felt Ichigo relax the tiniest bit and smiled. "Like I said, you're a natural."

"You really think so?" Ichigo looked up with a look on his face that was hard to interpret. It was needy somehow. It made Renji's heart clench.

It was suddenly so obvious how starved his friend was of physical contact, except for the harsh bite of a blade or the bruising blow of a fist.

"I do. I think you're very…" He cupped Ichigo's chin and urged him closer. "very…" His lips brushed against Ichigo's. "sexy. Do you doubt that?" His voice a low murmur.

"I… no," Ichigo whispered, his voice cracking just a little.

"Good." Renji kissed the boy, licking the seam of his lips until they parted and then entered his mouth. He lazily mapped out the teeth, the insides of the cheeks, coaxed Ichigo's tongue to come out and play, sucking on it lightly before pulling back. "'Cause I'd have to kick your fucking ass if you did. Ouch!"

"Way to ruin the mood!"

"I wasn't the one who did the fucking punching," Renji snapped. "Ow! What the hell Ichigo!" He grabbed Ichigo's wrist and then nearly arched his entire back off the mattress with a yelp as his hip was pinched hard. "Alright you little brat, that's fucking it!"

Pushing the teen to the side, he managed to get a grip on the other wrist as well, pinning Ichigo's arms down above his head. As he moved to straddle him, he unfortunately found his feet snared in the sheets and lost his balance, pulling Ichigo with him as he tumbled off the bed.

Ichigo found himself winded, flat on top of Renji. "Somehow," he wheezed, "I never thought I'd end up wrestling naked with you."

"It's because you've a lousy imagination," Renji gasped, equally winded. "Besides, we're not actually wrestling, you're just lying on top of me like a dead fish."

"You ass! You're just asking for it."

Renji barked a laugh and hooked a leg around Ichigo's, trapping it and using it as leverage to flip them both over, finally ending up on top. "You were saying?"

What met his eyes as he looked down made him falter and his breath hitch. Ichigo's face was flushed with excitement and frustration, his eyes flashing with anger and anticipation, amusement and lust. Renji had to, he just had to lean down and bite the open-mouthed grin off Ichigo's lips, hard, sucking down the cry he was rewarded with. "And you dare doubt how attractive you are…" He cut off a half-hearted protest. "Na-ah. I know you do. You might be the hottest thing I've ever laid my eyes on, Ichigo." He watched the colour in Ichigo's cheeks deepen a few shades, saw him worry at his swollen bottom lip with his teeth.

When Ichigo's eyes shied away from his and darted to the side, Renji caught his jaw with thumb and forefinger and squeezed. "Hey, look at me."

Brown eyes flickered back to meet with reddish ones.

"I'm serious. You know your worth in so many aspects of life, you damn well better know it in this too."

Ichigo cleared his throat. "You're so goddamn pushy sometimes, Renji," he muttered.

"I wouldn't have to be if you weren't such an idiot."

Ichigo just huffed and managed to cross his arms over his chest while still tightly trapped beneath Renji, which impressed the redhead. "Now get off me, I have to take a shower. There's sweat and spit and… And god knows what all over us."

"Can I join?"

"Fine, whatever."

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Seated at the kitchen table an hour and one hell of an orgasm later, Renji watched Ichigo pace back and forth, a piece of toast held between his teeth. "Nervous over something?"

The teenager spun around on his heels to face the redhead and released the bread. "No. Yes. I dunno…" He sighed. "It's stupid."

"Out with it."

"This." He waved his hands. "Us. You."

Renji raised a brow.

"You have to go back to Soul Society soon, don't you." There was a glint in Ichigo's eyes that made Renji suspect he really wanted Renji to answer no to that.

"Yeah. Haven't gotten the call yet, but probably within a fortnight."

"See? Stupid. Of course you do."

"And it bothers you… You know, I'm not too happy about it either. I mean, of course it'll be nice to come home, but… Ah, it doesn't matter, I've a duty to my captain and my division. They think it's a bit of a waste with a vice captain patrolling Karakura these days." Renji's smile was crooked. "In theory I agree with them, but…"

"But..?" Ichigo clung to the word.

"I kinda like it here, you know? Food's nice, human stuff is interesting, the sex is fucking excellent." He waggled his brows, half expecting a kiss or a punch in the nose but was only met with a frown on the face of a boy looking lost. "Hey now, don't go all kicked-puppy on me, baby. I'll be back. I have to go, but I'll be back as soon as possible."

The teenager sighed and leaned back against the kitchen counter. "I don't know shit about these things. You kissed me two weeks ago and now I suddenly act like it's the end of the world that you're leaving. It's pathetic."

"Oh come on, you're hardly acting like it's the end of the world. So you like having me around, that's no wonder is it? I mean, besides me being irresistible and all that. I like being with you and it makes me pretty damn happy it's not just me." Renji got to his feet and walked over to where Ichigo was standing. He reached up and smoothed his thumbs over the teen's eyebrows as if trying to wipe the frown away. "I'll miss you, Ichigo."

Ichigo closed his hands over Renji's wrists, not able to let the frown up, but his eyes were softer as they met lidded scarlet ones. "Yeah?"

"Hell yeah." Renji flashed his trademark wolf grin. "Anyways, it's not like you're getting rid of me soon. My guess is that it won't be for at least another week. I'll get in touch with Soul Society and get a date confirmed."

"Alright."

"Chin up, soldier."

Ichigo smiled. "Yes, sir."

"Hah, say that again!"

"Fuck you."

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I'm stuck. I'm sorry. I enjoyed writing the dialogue which is why more or less the entire chapter is dialogue but I've just a big feeling of MEH about it. But onward, forward, up up and away!

I'm still Swedish ;D and errors in the text can perhaps be blamed on that and the fact that I lack a beta.

Comments and input are always welcome and much appreciated.

Thanks guys for all your support and love! I'm serious when I say I wanna have your babies. 69 reviews? Shit's crazy.