Title: Want
Author: Ansela Jonla
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: 15
Warnings: AU
Summary: Renji and Ichigo are prisoners of war.
Word count: 343
Notes: Written for the springkink prompt: 11th - Bleach, Renji/Ichigo; Friendship sex or buddy-sex (fuck buddies)- He had to keep reminding himself that this wasn't serious. Sorry it's late.
It wasn't serious. Renji had to keep reminding himself of that. They were friends, nothing more. That they spent more nights than not in each other's beds was irrelevant. It was a comfort thing, that was all.
They were prisoners of the new regime, kept isolated from other Shinigami in this white-walled prison, surrounded by the white sand and eternal night of Hueco Mundo. Neither of them could figure out why they were in the same prison - maybe Aizen didn't want them going insane from having no one to talk to (their Arrancar jailer was silent presence who barely deigned to be in the same room as them, even for the monthly inspection by Ichimaru) or he'd thought they'd kill each other within a week or two.
Or maybe, Ichigo had suggested one night as he lay not-quite-wrapped in Renji's arms, he enjoyed watching their repeated - but ultimately futile - attempts to escape. Even with the power restricters they were forced to wear - literally, in Ichigo's case, with him writhing, hissing and biting like a wildcat until Aizen fastened the smooth leather collar around his neck - they still continually plotted to escape. Sometimes, thanks to the fact that no limiter in existence could fully restrain the amount of reiatsu each of them held, they even made it out of their palatial prison before the new King of everything dispatched Ichimaru and Kira to retrieve and return them.
The sex, like the escape attempts and the sparring sessions with the zanpakutou they were so graciously allowed to keep, was a distraction from the monotony of their caged existence. That's all Ichigo would allow it to be. Renji suspected that was all he could allow it to be, for the sake of his already stretched sanity.
Still, when Ichigo was writhing in pleasure beneath him, Renji's name falling from his lips as he begged for more, Renji found it hard to remember that they were just friends. This wasn't serious.
He wanted it to be.