Red
Pairing: Shiro x Renji (then Renji x Ichigo)
Warning: Violence Rating: M
"I'm ok," Ichigo said, leaning on the rock in Kisuke's underground training area.
He took a couple of breaths and then charged at Renji again.
Renji was a little surprised by how slow Ichigo was moving and hit him harder than he expected to.
"Shit," Renji said, crouching over Ichigo's unconscious body. "I should've known you were still too sick."
"I don't know, I think it works out well this way," Ichigo said, his voice weird and distorted.
Renji backed away quickly as he saw the telltale signs of Ichigo's possession. Yellow on black eyes, a different voice, an overwhelming aura and a surge of spiritual pressure.
"You get the fuck out of him, hollow!" Renji said, holding Zabimaru in a defensive stance.
"I prefer to be called Shiro," the hollow said before moving at an amazing speed towards Renji.
Renji grunted and fell backwards, his head hitting the rock face behind him.
Instantly, Shiro was pinning him down, not letting him out of his sitting position. Renji saw Zangetsu come up in the air; his own weapon had been knocked out of his hands but Renji reflexively raised his hands to protect himself. He gasped as the blade missed his vitals, running shallowly along his cheek and into his hair, cutting the cloth he was using to tie it back.
With his blade still embedded in the rock, Shiro leaned forward and licked at Renji's wound with a bluish purple tongue.
"Mmm," Shiro hummed in satisfaction. "Ya know, one of the things I love about ya is yer hair," he said, running his left hand through Renji's mane, keeping his right hand on Zangetsu. "Just like the color of blood." He tugged on Renji's hair harshly. "In fact, I think ya look great in red," Shiro said, running a sharp finger nail over Renji's jaw line, breaking the skin.
Shiro rubbed a finger along Renji's bloody jaw.
"What the hell do you want?" Renji asked, silently wondering if he had enough time to pull off a kido chant, and whether or not that would even faze the hollow.
"You," Shiro said, still mesmerized by Renji's blood slowly dripping down his chin. "Ichigo is kind of dense. He's really close to ya, thinks of ya almost like brothers. I think he's missing the bigger picture." Shiro pushed himself closer to Renji, looking into his eyes as he sat in Renji's lap. "Tell me, do ya like this body? Do ya like Ichigo's body?"
"Get off me."
"That didn't answer my question," Shiro replied. "You see, it's very lonely in Ichigo's mind, and I've been dreaming of red for a long time now." Shiro pressed his mouth along a pulse point in Renji's neck, lightly biting at it.
He laughed at the sound that Renji made.
Renji cursed himself. "Whatever. Leave me alone," he said.
"I'm more fun than Ichigo is," Shiro promised, grinding down onto Renji's lap, running his hands along Renji's chest. "I can feel yer heart beating," Shiro said, his hand resting on Renji. "Seems a little fast ta me."
"Yeah well I'm trying to figure out how to not let my best friend who is possessed by a hollow kill me, it tends to move the adrenaline a bit," Renji replied.
"Aren't ya curious how he tastes? Don't cha wonder how warm he is, how long his tongue is, how big his cock…" Renji interrupted Shiro by head-butting him. Shiro's grin widened and his grip on the shinigami didn't let up. "Am I striking a nerve?" he said with a laugh. "How about if I just did this?"
Shiro leaned forward so that Renji couldn't see his face, kissing at Renji's neck while letting his hands roam free over the lieutenant's chest and thighs. "Renji," he called out, his voice so similar to Ichigo's that Renji cursed him. "Renji," Shiro called out huskily, doing his best Ichigo impression as he straddled Renji and kissed at his chest.
"Shit," Renji closed his eyes for a second.
"Renji…"
"Damn it, Ichigo."
Shiro smiled, noting the use of Ichigo's name and not his. He grabbed at Renji's hardened crotch and massaged at it, loving the sound of Renji's moans as he pushed himself into Shiro's hand.
"Stop," Renji asked.
"Maybe," Shiro considered.
"What do you want?" Renji questioned the hollow, who still was edging him on with not so subtle strokes along his now hard length.
"I wanna have fun," Shiro said.
"I'm not going to…"
"I know, I know. If I do it this way both ya will be pissed," Shiro replied. "So I'll leave…if ya promise me one thing."
"What?"
Ichigo came back from the skyscrapers and falling water of his mind with a shout, surprised to see Renji looking down at him.
"I…normally remember…" Ichigo said. He noticed the blood on Renji's face and how his friend's long red hair was now free.
"You don't remember anything?" Renji asked.
"No."
Shiro will still remember though, Renji considered. "Sorry about this, but I kind of made a promise to your hollow."
"You did what? What kind of promise? What the hell…"
"Shhh," Renji said, suddenly very close to Ichigo.
Ichigo gulped. "Why are you so…"
Renji kissed him.
"Ah," Ichigo tried to catch his breath.
"Your hollow is kind of a pervert," Renji said, still close.
"I know."
"That wasn't what I promised," Renji continued.
"What?" Ichigo felt himself being pressed backward.
Renji pulled open Ichigo's kimono and kissed his chest, leaving angry red marks.
His hands, Ichigo thought. Why is he…oh my god.
Renji finished untying Ichigo's hakama and then leaned down and took Ichigo's prominent erection into his mouth.
If he gets mad or weird later, at least I can blame the hollow, Renji thought.
"Don't say I never did nothing fer ya," Shiro whispered to Ichigo. "Too bad, I probably shoulda just raped him."
"WHAT!" Ichigo yelled at his hollow, but was instantly dragged back into the present as Renji seriously got down to business.