Warning: This chapter contains a lemon! Rated M for a reason.
When Ichigo left the squad four barracks, all healed up, he headed back to the house he shared with Renji, still wondering why the red-head hadn't stayed with him. The walk back to the house in the dark was quiet and he met only two other soul reapers, ones he didn't recognize on the way. When he got back to the house, he walked inside and was shocked into silence at the meal laid out on the table, with a cocky looking Renji standing next to it wearing his feral grin.
"Well don't just stand there with your jaw hanging open, idiot," Renji said, "come eat."
Stumbling over, Ichigo sat down across from Renji and surveyed the extravagant meal in front of him. A roasted chicken sat in the middle, surrounded by bread, vegetables, and goblets of wine. "What's the occasion?" Ichigo asked curiously, as he and Renji filled their plates.
"Gotta make up for captain's ass-kicking today," Renji said seriously.
Ichigo stared for a moment, before letting out a scoff. "He did not kick my ass, I was just surprised that's all. I can take him any day."
Renji laughed softly, though not harshly. "You can when you are fit and in shape, but definitely not right now. Although who knows what your hollow could have done. He might have actually been able to beat Captain Kuchiki. I've never seen anything move so fast."
Ichigo shuddered, not wanting to think about that. 'Tell him I appreciate his flattery,' his hollow's voice said into his mind, startling him. 'Don't be so surprised, your attraction to Abarai is in your soul, and I share your soul.'
"What's wrong, Ichigo?" Renji asked, noticing how Ichigo had suddenly stiffened.
"My hollow is talking to me," Ichigo said, surprising Renji. "He says he appreciates your comment."
A shocked expression remained on Renji's face for a moment before he grinned and winked. "Guess I've won over you hollow to, eh?"
Laughter erupted from the boy's chest as he felt the tension leave his body. 'Yes... I like this one. Keep him around. Although you must let me out sometimes to play with him.' Ichigo wasn't too sure of how he felt about that one, but he truly believed his hollow shared his love for Renji; if hollows could love.
When the two finished eating, they cleaned up together before heading to the bedroom. Renji shut the door behind them before grabbing Ichigo and pulling him into a passionate kiss. He started when Renji pushed him gently and his back hit the wooden wall behind him, before he found himself staring up into cherry orbs, with two hands against the wall on either side of his face.
Ichigo could hardly believe that Renji felt the same way about him. His lips were mere inches from Renji's feral grin as the larger man pressed him against the wall. All of his desires whipped around in his head as he tried to grasp that they were about to be fulfilled. Desire coursed through his veins as his hands reached up and pulled the hair elastic out of Renji's hair. He all but moaned as the red hair cascaded down the man's shoulders, falling in silky waves that glistened in the low light. Ichigo ran his hands through the thick soft strands, earning him a moan from Renji.
As Ichigo brought his hands to trace the tattoos on Renji's brow, the older man looked into his eyes. "Renji-" Ichigo breathed, breath catching as Renji pulled him tighter to him in response. "Are you sure you want-"
He was silenced by hot lips pressing passionately against his own, and Ichigo opened his mouth willingly, allowing Renji's tongue access. The red-head holding Ichigo against the wall crushed their bodies together, grinding his hips into Ichigo's groin, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from the orange-haired boy. Renji grinned into the kiss, pressing himself harder onto Ichigo's present erection. The boy against him writhed in ecstasy as Renji deepened their kiss. Ichigo reached up and wound both of his hands into Renji's hair, using it to anchor him in place.
Renji suddenly lifted Ichigo up, hooking the smaller boy's legs around his waist before walking over and depositing Ichigo on the bed. Their lips remained locked as Renji crawled on top of the panting boy, keeping much of his weight on his elbow in order to not crush Ichigo.
The pair were entwined, grasping at each other as they quickly rid themselves of the obtrusive robes they wore. Ichigo clawed at Renji as the red head moved his hot lips down the side of his neck, kissing his throat gently before stopping to suck on the juncture where his neck met his shoulder. Soft moans escaped the boy as he tried to grind his hips to meet Renji's, only to find that the red-head was holding him down. Renji chuckled into his neck before moving down to kiss his chest.
"Renji..." Ichigo moaned. "Please, I- I need..." He got cut off as Renji began to run his fingers up and down, ghosting over the boy's inner thighs.
"What?" Renji asked, the feral grin back onto his face. "What do you need?"
"Fuck me," Ichigo panted out, bringing up his hips to no avail. The older man returned his lips to Ichigo's, still running his fingers between the boy's thighs. Ichigo broke away. "Stop teasing Renji."
Renji chuckled until he felt a hand reach down and grasp his manhood. Ichigo grinned as Renji sucked in a sharp breath, before Ichigo's hand slowly began to slide up and down, pumping slowly. "I-Ichigo..." Renji moaned. Ichigo's hand was then swatted away, causing the orange-haired boy to freeze. Had he done something wrong?
"Easy," Renji said as he gently kissed the boy. "This is your night, you lay back and leave me to the work tonight." Renji then reached over into the night stand and pulled out a bottle of lube. Placing some in his hand, he worked it onto his member before leaning back down to kiss Ichigo deeply, their tongues once more battling for dominance.
Ichigo felt Renji slide a finger into his tight opening, and he felt his body clamp automatically to the intrusion. "Relax, Ichigo," Renji said as he began to slowly pump the finger in and out. It wasn't uncomfortable but it was not exactly pleasant either for Ichigo. With their lips still locked, he let out a small yelp as a second finger was pressed into his entrance, and began scissoring. Once the third finger was in, it began to feel uncomfortable as they moved in and out. Yet when Renji removed his hand, the orange-haired boy felt disappointment, until Renji's member was at his opening.
"Ready?" Renji asked with concern hidden in his voice as he held his member up to Ichigo's tight entrance.
Ichigo nodded, not trusting his voice. Renji positioned himself and tried to enter as gently as possible into the tight heat. "Ichigo..." Renji moaned as he entered.
Ichigo on the other hand let out a pained yell as he tossed his head back and gripped the sheets. This would have been painful enough with anyone, but Renji was especially well endowed, and never stopped until he was in to the hilt. Leaning down, Renji kissed the boy, wanting him to relax so he could enjoy this. It was taking all of Renji's willpower not to fuck the boy into oblivion then and there. Staying as still as possible, he waited a few minutes until the boy said "move Renji, it's ok."
As Renji began to pull out, Ichigo threw back his head, exposing the pale flesh of his neck, moaning loudly as Renji pushed back in. Ichigo clawed at Renji's back, nails gently scrapping down the tattooed skin. The pressure encouraged Renji to go faster, as he began to pump at a steady fast pace. Reaching down, he grasped Ichigo's member and began to firmly pleasure the smaller Soul Reaper, satisfying Ichigo's hungry groans.
Their lips met again, crashing like waves on the rocks, a tangle of hips and legs riding back and forth, relentlessly in the tide. They grasped desperately at each other, tongues battling for dominance. With a groan, Renji slammed himself one last time into Ichigo, waves of pleasure washing over him as he spilled into his lover, moaning Ichigo's name. At the same time Ichigo spilled himself onto Renji's chest, shouting out "Renji," as he came.
Breathing hard, Ichigo's lips were captured by Renji's in a tender, yet passionate kiss as he pulled the orange-haired boy against his body. As they broke apart, Renji trailed hot, butterfly-light kisses over Ichigo's chest, running his tongue from jawline to collarbone. "I love you Renji," Ichigo whispered into the red-head's ear.
"I love you too, Ichigo," Renji said, as he lay back and pulled the smaller boy to his chest before tugging the covers over them. They remained in each other's arms that night, drifting off into a peaceful sleep.