Chapter 9 – What's a Guy To Do?

Warnings: Language, Male-on-male sex

Disclaimer: I have to say it again? *sigh* Fine. I don't own anything Bleach. Rats!

When Ichigo woke up, his alarm clock was displaying 8:28 p.m. And that was fine. He'd gotten back to sleep easily after waking up from the nightmare, and had slept well. Not hard to imagine why – he'd been getting an uncanny amount of sex lately, and the release of sex-related endorphins was enormously good for the body. He'd slept like the proverbial baby.

Padding out to the kitchen, he saw that the coffee had been brewed and waiting for him for over an hour. That was okay, it would still taste good. He poured a cup by the dim light from the nightlight on the kitchen counter, doctored it up the way he liked it, and retired to the couch to sit back and enjoy it. The first sip – heaven. Ichigo sighed and leaned back, holding the warm mug in both hands. Coffee was such a simple pleasure. Warmth. Sweetness. A hint of vanilla from the creamer he liked. It was delicious.

As he sat and drank the first cup, his eyes fell on the scrapbook that was on the shelf under the coffee table. Last night's dream tried to intrude upon his thoughts, but he banished it by saying good morning to all his beloveds. Wherever they were now, he hoped they could see that he honored their memories and held them firmly in his heart. Every single one of them.

He had time before he needed to think about getting ready for work, so he got up and raided the refrigerator for breakfast. A toasted bagel with cream cheese, a quart of strawberry (ha-ha) yogurt with a handful of granola tossed in it, and a banana. Placing all these items on a tray, he took it back into the living room area and chowed down, chasing the food with swallows of coffee.

When he was done he took the tray into the kitchen and put the dishes into the dishwasher, refilled his coffee cup, and withdrew once again to the sofa. He looked at it as he sank into the cushions, remembering yesterday's events. Byakuya Kuchiki had been with him on this very couch, naked and panting, fucking him with wild abandon. It had been good … really good. Not that long ago Ichigo had been wondering just how long it'd been since he'd had real sex … now that question was totally moot.

What was strange was the amount of sex he'd been getting recently. It seemed as though Shuuhei's recent visit had opened up some kind of floodgate. Starrk, Gin-san, Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, and now Kuchiki-sensei. Hell, even the unwanted blowjob from Aizen-sensei! Thinking about sex in general lead to thinking about sex in particular: the first time with Byakuya … the hard wild sex, hot and unhinged, the view above him as Sensei fucked him. Then the second time, the long teasing slow fucking, the prostate massage, Sensei's beautiful body flexing, muscles bunching, beautiful, so beautiful. A wave of heat flashed through Ichigo's body.

His hand was tight on the coffee cup as he looked down at his lap, to see his pajama pants tightly outlining a twitching erection. Goddammit.

So if he beat off now, would that cause him any difficulty? He couldn't answer yes to that question, so he got up off the couch (coffee cup in hand), and headed for the shower.

The only trouble was, the fantasy that sent him shooting off like a party popper involved a head of wild blue hair and a grin that could charm the pants off a priest.

XXX

When Ichigo got to work he was a half-hour early, so he went down to the cafeteria and got a cup of flavored coffee to take up to the third floor with him. Entering the locker room, he saw that three of the night shift orderlies were there, trading good-natured insults and playing keep-away with a pair of rolled-up socks.

"Hey, Kurosaki … still dyeing your hair that fucked-up color, I see."

"And you're still hitting the tanning bed. Better slow down, you'll end up looking like an old suitcase before you know it." Ichigo grinned as he opened his locker. He was slightly disappointed to not see Byakuya there … or to have a note in his locker perhaps? … or to have a text message or an email. But then he chided himself for acting like a girl again and began to strip.

After getting changed, Ichigo meandered down the hallway. It was quiet tonight, so the room doors were all open. He poked his head into Ishida's room to see that the patient Nnoitra Gilga had awakened, obviously, since he was sitting up and being fed a meal by the swing shift nurse for that room, Yumichika Ayasegawa. Nnoitra looked irritable at having to be fed, but Yumichika looked quietly animated as he held up the spoonful of applesauce to his patient's lips. Ichigo smiled at the picture and went on, wondering when Gilga-san had awakened and who had been present for the event. He'd talk to Ishida later and find out how it had all gone down.

Walking further down the hall, he approached the door to his room and, upon reaching the opening, came to a screeching halt. Renji stood next to Szayel-san's bed, right next to Grimmjow Jaegerjaques … and his large tanned hand was on Grimmjow's back, rubbing it in a comforting way. A hot sensation bloomed in Ichigo's chest and caused a flush that rose from his neck to his face. What the fuck was Renji doing? Grimmjow's head was down, his fingers rubbing his eyes, shoulder muscles bunched – his tenseness was evident in every line of his body. Ichigo became aware that Renji was speaking, his voice deep and soothing, but quietly so that Ichigo could only hear parts of what he was saying.

"… worry, it can take time … healing … calm yourself … please try to …."

Grimmjow nodded, his blue hair shimmering in the light. His hands strained as they clutched at the railing along the side of Szayel-san's bed. Renji began sliding his hand along the other man's spine, up and down, soothingly. Ichigo could see Grimmjow begin to relax as his back flexed and straightened. He lifted his head and looked into Renji's eyes, who smiled as he returned the gaze, that handsome face full of caring and … something else? The hot sensation in Ichigo's chest returned with a vengeance as he stood there, frozen near the edge of the doorway.

He knew Renji like no-one else outside his own family. He knew that look. Renji was interested in Jaegerjaques-san, obviously. He leaned forward until his forehead bumped gently against Grimmjow's, saying, "… so don't worry yourself so much. You'll end up making yourself sick, Jaegerjaques-san." Grimmjow nodded, taking a deep breath, then relaxing visibly as he exhaled. Renji didn't remove his hand from the other man's back, instead it lingered at the base of Grimmjow's spine, expertly massaging.

"Mmph," Grimmjow grunted. He shifted his body weight a bit, leaning his hips against the bed rail.

"Jaegerjaques-san?" Renji asked softly.

"Feels good," the bluenet muttered.

Renji chuckled quietly. "Good." And continued.

Ichigo turned on his heel and forced himself to walk away, back to the nurse's lounge, to await report. It was none of his business what either of the men did – either together or alone! He had no business interrupting, or caring, or acting like he was jealous, or anything of the kind! Just stop it, he fumed at himself. Maybe Renji was just doing his job! But even if he wasn't, even if he was making a play – or an offer? – it was none of Ichigo's business. None!

He entered the lounge and picked up his laptop from the charging station, then sat down with it and his cup of coffee at one of the tables. He booted up, then went through the checks on his patients – their most recent labs, any progress notes the doctors had left, the nursing notes. He was still reading about Shinji when Renji entered the lounge, all ready to give him report.

"Heyyy," the redhead said gaily, "my favorite nurse. What's up, Ichigo?" He slid into one of the chairs at Ichigo's right and leaned back, looking a bit sleepy but pleased. He pulled the skullcap off and scratched his scalp, the vibrant red hair looking like flame under the fluorescent lighting.

Ichigo fought his natural urge – interfering fucker! – and smiled, hoping none of his jealousy showed on his face. "Nada mucho, Renji. How's the night been?"

Renji laughed. "Quiet. And profitable!" He opened his own laptop and tickled the touchpad as he spoke.

"Profitable? What do you mean by that?" Ichigo carefully controlled his tone, although inside he was practically growling. What's wrong with me?

"Oh, nothin'. Nothin'," Renji said airily. "Just bein' myself and knockin' 'em down," he said, grinning salaciously, a leer really. He leaned in closer, dropping his voice to a confidential tone. "I gotta tell ya, Ichigo … that Jaegerjaques is one good. Lookin'. Man."

"Yeah. I noticed." Ichigo kept his eyes on his laptop.

"Oh hey …" Renji sat up straight, his hands out in a warding-off gesture. "Am I steppin' on toes here? Dude, if you've got dibs, I'm sorry, I just—"

"No, man. Not me." Ichigo smiled at his best friend. "Hit it all you want." Oh, really? His inner voice commented. Gonna tell Renji how you've already got some interesting history with Mr. Sexy Blue Hair?

No need. It was just one of those things, a quickie or two that meant nothing, not for either of them. Besides, Ichigo was with Sensei now, so he had no right to say anything about what anyone else was doing.

"Cool," Renji said, his voice satisfied. "'Cause I'll neko my ass off for the right guy." He wiggled his eyebrows up and down, fully aware of the pun he'd just made, and Ichigo couldn't help but laugh. How could he stay mad at Renji? Answer: he couldn't. And he had no right to interfere. So there. Issue closed.

…

After report, Ichigo went back into his room, all business. He checked on both his patients without even turning to see if Grimmjow was still in the room. Shinji was lying on his back, eyes closed. His readings were all low normal on the monitor – looking good. Ichigo leaned in and whispered his hello, greeting his beloved, brushing back the blond hair and petting Shin's cheeks. He was still connected to the ventilator, but he was doing the breathing, not the machine. It was merely supplying oxygen and standing by just in case Shinji's lungs couldn't handle the work – in that event, it would "assist" and give him a breath or two, keeping his body oxygenated. The O2 was set at 2 liters – very good. Hopefully soon he wouldn't need the oxygen boost at all, and they could even wean him off the machine entirely. Ichigo worried about that for a few seconds, wondering if Shinji could handle being off of it, after having been on it for so long.

But he longed to see the young blond without the trach sticking out of his neck. Hopefully soon. He sent a prayer up to whomever might be listening, and smiled down at Shin. "I'll give you all the soccer scores soon," he promised the slender blond. "No worries. I'll be right here with you."

After checking all Shinji's tubes and wires, he walked over to Szayel-san, noting from the corner of his eyes that Grimmjow was sitting slouched on the couch, a slate on his lap, tapping on it. Ichigo approached Szayel and leaned over him, visually appraising his patient, noting his skin color, the dryness of his lips, the texture of his hair. "Good evening, Szayel-san," he said, feeling emotion well up inside as he looked into the pink-haired man's open eyes. "It's me, Ichigo … I'm back." He laid his hand along the reclining man's face, held it there while he gazed into golden amber-colored eyes. "I would like to see your eyes in sunlight, Szayel-san," he murmured, still smiling. A long slow blink was all the response he got, but that didn't matter to Ichigo.

He kept up a soothing running commentary as he did all the little things that would insure Szayel's comfort. Drops in the eyes, balm for his lips, a minty toothbrush to clean his teeth and mouth, moisturizing lotion for his skin, and a leave-in conditioner for his hair. "Looking good," he said afterwards, using his fingers to brush pink bangs off to the right side of Szayel's forehead. He gazed into the man's eyes for a while then … and could feel himself falling. Like always. "We'll do your massage later," he promised.

Behind him, Grimmjow cleared his throat. Ichigo looked over his shoulder, but Grimmjow was still focused on the slate. He patted Szayel's blanket into place and retired to the nurse's desk to make his notes. Silence reigned.

Until he heard the plop of the slate hitting the couch, and muffled footsteps approaching the desk. "So," the deep voice said. Ichigo looked up and to his left. Grimmjow stood there, hipshot, scratching the right side of his chest. "How was your date?" He was frowning.

Ichigo could no longer say that it wasn't a date. He swallowed and finished the note he was writing, then looked up. "How are you this evening, Jaegerjaques-san?"

Grimmjow barked ironic laughter. "Oh, gonna ignore the question, huh? Fine, whatever. I'm fine. You?"

"Me, too … thanks for asking," Ichigo said, carefully professional.

Frowning, Grimmjow leaned so that his hip was against the desk's side edge. "Good news for Dr. Prick is bad news for me, huh? Took him home, didja? How was it?" His voice was angry, his frown intense.

"That's … not really any of your business, Jaegerjaques-san," Ichigo said firmly.

"I beg to differ, Ichigo," Grimmjow said sardonically. "What do you call what we did in the park? I think that—"

"That was nothing," Ichigo said, fighting a blush. "Just one of those things … AND not something I want to discuss while I'm on duty!" he said firmly.

Grimmjow fumed. He gritted his teeth and stared down at the oranget. Fuck. He was half-right … they had made each other no promises, but to be fair: they'd been cut off by that page before any talking could be done. And then he'd been snatched away by the "good doctor". Dammit! Okay, fine. It wasn't like he was in LOOOOVE or anything like that. So fuck it. He erased the frown from his face and adopted a careless tone. "No problem. Have it your way. But I gotta go. Got an offer to go out tonight, didn't know if I could make it, but now, yeah, why not. So I'll havta take my leave now. Call my cell if anythin' happens with Zay."

"Of course," Ichigo replied. A date. It had to be with Renji. Jealousy reared up hot and wild in his chest again. Stop it. Stop it right now. Remember Kuchiki-sensei. Stay focused. You're at work. Stay focused.

Grimmjow picked up a backpack and took it into the bathroom with him. Ichigo kept working on his nursing notes and other charting. When the bluenet emerged from the bathroom some ten minutes later, Ichigo tried not to look, but he couldn't help it. His mouth flooded with saliva as he took in the vision that was Grimmjow Jaegerjaques in date mode: a silver-grey button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up – unbuttoned to show the tight white tank top underneath, black jeans that hugged him tightly in all the right places, black-and-white high-tops, and that hair. Blue spikes that had that fuckalicious tousle, several strands that hung down over his forehead – Ichigo wanted to run his fingers through it all and then yank his head down for a kiss he'd never forget.

But he didn't. Grimmjow left without another word, merely going over to his brother and squeezing his hand for a few moments. Then he breezed out the door, leaving behind a whiff of Burberry's in his wake.

XXX

Seireitei was jumping … especially for a weekday night! But there'd been a special presentation of a very popular local band earlier in the evening, and the band's members were still there, mingling with the crowd and keeping everyone from heading on home. Achtung! was the band's name - they were young, they were brash, and they were sexy – three things that the Seireitei was becoming very famous for.

Renji Abarai was stoked. He'd arrived with Tatsuki and Orihime just in time to catch the band's last half-hour, and they hadn't been disappointed. Now the crowd was amped up, the sound system boomed as the band's bassist had taken over the DJ job and was playing a mix of his favorite dance numbers. The three friends were sitting at a table, talking over the music and drinking – but Renji was keeping an eye on the doors. It was time … Jaegerjaques-san should be arriving any minute now.

"So where's your date, Renji," Tots shouted, eyes gleaming. "Is he late?"

"Not yet," Renji shouted back, grinning. Orihime smiled as Tatsuki slung an arm around her shoulders. It hadn't come as any surprise, the two women hooking up – Tatsuki had had a burning love for Orihime since their middle school days, it had just taken Orihime finally getting it for their relationship to take off. Renji was happy for them. They made a good couple: Orihime's shy ladylike ways were set off perfectly by Tatsuki's exuberant electric persona. Tots leaned in and kissed Orihime's cheek, setting off a cute blush that made her kiss that cheek again.

"Wait …" Renji's eyes were glued to the doors. "There he is." Oh, and yeah, there he was. Striding through the doors like he owned the place, head above most of the people in the crowd, that blue hair shining like a beacon in the flashing lights. "Better go meet him … might not find us in this madhouse, y'know?" Renji said, gulping down the rest of his beer and standing up.

"Looking good, Renj," Tots said, grinning up at him.

"Thanks," he said, smiling.

He was looking good, all right. Grimmjow spotted that mass of red hair from a mile away. Renji was wearing it down, as he usually did when he came to Seireitei, and the waving strands looked alive as he made his way through the crowd. He wore a tight black t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off and a pair of tight black jeans. When he approached Grimmjow he slid an arm around his waist (this was a date, after all), and squeezed him tightly as he said gleefully, "you made it!"

"That I did," Grimmjow replied, burying his hand in that hair and giving a playful tug. He grinned at Renji – who was just about his height – and let himself be led to the bar. When they got there, he took charge. He wanted to make it clear from the outset who was the dominant force in this date. "What'll ya have?" he asked Renji as he dug his wallet out from his back pocket.

"Same as you," Renji said, deferring nicely. He had no problems with following Grimmjow's lead.

Grimm looked at the bartender. "Two Jameson's on the rocks. And keep 'em comin' to our table." He flung 20,000 yen onto the bar. After their drinks were in hand, Renji led Grimmjow back to the table and introduced him to Orihime and Tatsuki. Both were cheerful and welcoming. They liked seeing Renji so happy, and if this was the man that was making that happen, then they were uber-glad to meet him.

The night wore on. Drinking. Talking. Dancing. Grimmjow didn't want to dance, but he watched Renji move on the dance floor with Orihime and Tatsuki … and the brave man who would approach and ask him for a dance occasionally. Renji kept his eye on the table when he was on the dance floor, liking that Grimmjow was watching him … he'd wink at him when their eyes caught. God damn, the redhead thought. I want him. More than I've wanted anybody in a long time. He didn't think any further ahead than that, Renji being disinclined to want to be tied down with anyone in particular for very long, not at this stage in his life. It was too much fun being footloose and fancy-free. He grinned at the thought … then the dance ended and he made his tipsy way back to the table. He ran his fingers along Grimmjow's arm-shoulder-neck-shoulder-arm as he walked behind him, then plunked down in the seat next to him.

Suddenly a deep bass beat erupted out of the speakers. Renji placed it immediately. It was his favorite song lately. He gulped down the latest in what seemed like a long line of drinks and turned to face Grimmjow. "I wanna do somethin' to ya," he said, slurring his words only slightly.

Grimmjow grinned his trademark leer, causing sparks to jump along Renji's spine. "Oh yeah? I can think of lots of things I wanna do to you … when there ain't so many people around, red." He watched lazily as Renji stood and grabbed ahold of Grimm's chair, turning it to face away from the table.

"Oh, don't worry. It ain't nothin' this place hasn't seen before," he said with a leer, and leaned in to lick Grimmjow's lips.

XXX

The night wore on at 3C. Ichigo kept himself busy, taking care of his patients, helping the other nurse's with theirs. He was standing between the two beds with the screens partly folded back, so he could watch the passive motion machines work Szayel and Shinji's legs, when he felt his cell phone vibrate in his pocket. Checking it quickly, he saw that he had a text with an attached video from Tatsuki. It was titled "OMG!" Chuckling, he read the tagline.

"U should c Renji! Uwaah!"

With a bit of trepidation, he opened the video … and caught his breath. Tots was holding the phone steadily for one who'd been drinking half the night, and the view was perfect. Renji was shirtless, half-standing, half-sitting in Grimmjow Jaegerjaques' lap. He was facing the bluenet, hands on both shoulders … and he was giving him one hell of a sexy lap dance. The muscles in his back bunched and writhed, his tattoos looking like they were alive in the flashing lights, as he slanted his hips forward and slid his groin down Grimmjow's chest and belly, then Renji's hips flexed as he ground his pelvis onto Grimm's lap. The blue-haired male was grinning up into Renji's face, one hand on each thigh, gripping tightly.

Renji's hair streamed down his back as he flung his head back and began to dry-fuck himself on Grimmjow's crotch, moving his hips in back-and-forth and circular motions. Ichigo would bet his last yen that Grimm's long hard cock was bulging against the front of his jeans, that Renji was feeling every inch of it as he slid and ground himself against it. It was one of the sexiest things Ichigo had ever seen. Grimm's hands slid up Renji's legs onto his hips, then they gripped and held him in place while he bucked his hips up into him, effectively taking over the "fuck". Renji's head came up again, his hair falling forward to hang around his face, making an impromptu privacy curtain. From what Ichigo could tell, he was kissing Grimmjow enthusiastically for a long minute as the man underneath him teased him unmercifully with his clothed cock. Suddenly the muscles in Renji's shoulders and back tensed … and then he shuddered. Oh my fucking god, did Grimmjow Jaegerjaques just make Renji Abarai COME from a dry-fuck?! Tatsuki moved a bit and Renji's face came into view. Yes. It was obvious, especially to one who knew Renji like Ichigo did. He was in ecstasy, his eyes closed, his mouth open, his hands tight on Grimmjow's shoulders.

The sound wasn't that great, but Ichigo could hear the crowd nearby cheering and yelling encouragement. Grimmjow was no longer grinning … instead he was intently watching Renji as he pulled his head up again and looked down at the bluenet. He fell forward onto Grimmjow, who wrapped his arms around the spent redhead and grinned when he turned his head and looked into the camera lens … and then the video ended.

Ichigo stood there, frozen, staring at the screen. Seconds ticked by. His erection was painful, throbbing in his scrubs. Unable to help himself, he watched the video again, this time paying more attention to Grimmjow instead of Renji. He was enjoying himself, enjoying Renji's show, and then enjoying the power he had over the redhead when he took over the dry fuck. His face when he brought Renji to orgasm … Ichigo's dick twitched in his pants as he looked at it. Fierce grin, gleeful triumph, dark passion. God damn.

He saved the video. Then got back to work, willing his erection away. There was nothing he could do about it now. Go away, go away. But the video in his mind was not so easily shut off.

XXX

Grimmjow and Renji got to Szayel's house at about 3:30 a.m. Renji was very pleasantly drunk, pliant and sexy as he followed Grimmjow into the living room. Grimm had poured them another drink and lit the fire … and now they were sitting on the sofa, talking about the bar and other inconsequential things.

Renji was practically on fire. The orgasm earlier in the bar had just lit him up … he wanted more and he didn't want Grimmjow to be in any kind of uncertainty about that. So he slid over along the couch until he was very close to the other man. Although he was slightly taller, it didn't feel that way as he snuggled in close – Grimmjow had a large presence, his muscular frame was perfectly shaped and toned to a T.

For his part, as stated previously: there was nothing Grimmjow liked better than a strong man offering himself for Grimm's control. The redhead was handsome, built like a brick shithouse, and yeah – he was offering. So Grimmjow did what any red-blooded unattached man would do: he took. Unzipping his jeans, he then stretched out his arms along the back of the couch and said, "Suck me, Red."

"Yess," Renji whispered, and immediately rose up and laid himself full-length on Grimmjow's reclining body. He kissed him momentarily, sucking his tongue, then licked his way down, kissing and petting, nibbling and sucking kiss-marks along the way. What a gorgeous fuckin' man, he kept thinking. Ohhh yeah. Fuckin' gorgeous.

He took hold of Grimmjow's jeans and pulled them all the way off, surprising the other man – if the upward flicker of his blue eyebrows was any indication. But he never shifted his relaxed stance, letting a slow grin spread across his face. Blue pubic hair met Renji's eyes … and a beautifully-shaped cock, long and thick, which Grimm flexed as he looked at it.

When Renji looked up at him, Grimmjow noted that the redhead's pupils were dilated. He licked his lips … then dove in. He buried his face in Grimm's pubic patch, breathing in the heady scent, kissing and "mmm-ing" as he did so. He worked his way to the base of Grimmjow's dick, then began kissing it, open-mouthed kisses, sucking and licking, nibbling at the taut flesh. Grimm slid his fingers into Renji's red locks, stroking and rubbing his scalp. Renji moaned as his hips twitched. Then he took Grimmjow's cock into his mouth and … let the sucking begin.

He was skillful, Grimmjow had to definitely give him that. Given a little more time, he'd've been able to counteract all the alcohol in Grimm's system and he'd pop off like a rocket. But that's not what the redhead wanted, was it. And tonight, Grimmjow was all about giving this big man a nice big dick in his ass. Like right NOW.

He leaned forward and latched onto one of Renji's hips with one big hand, pulling him so that he was at right angles with Grimm's still-reclining body. He growled, "Get those jeans out of my way," and swatted the other man's ass cheek. With Grimm's cock still firmly down his throat, Renji quickly used both hands to unzip and pull down his jeans, revealing his tightly-muscled buttocks. He moaned as Grimm ran his hand down his back and onto his ass, then slipping around the front to stroke up some pre-seminal fluid. Coating his fingers in it, he moved them instantly to Renji's cleft, petting and circling his hole until it began to twitch and wink with anticipation.

Renji loved it. He wanted it so bad, but he didn't want it over so soon. Grimmjow was exactly what he needed at the moment: a strong man who wouldn't take no for an answer, who wanted Renji and was going to get him no matter what. He groaned with pleasure when Grimmjow inserted two fingers inside him and began stretching his opening, thrusting those fingers in and out, scissoring them, then reaching inside to pet his aching prostate gland. Soon he was pushing backwards to help, moving with those talented fingers, moaning as he licked up pre-cum enthusiastically.

Then the fingers were gone. A hand dove into his hair and yanked his head up.

Grimmjow looked at Renji's lewd face. His lips were slightly swollen, red and moist. His eyes were hooded, dark with desire. He was panting. "What ya did earlier … do it again, fer real." Grimm's voice was rough and deep, commanding.

Renji slid against him as he sat astride him, once Grimmjow slid up into a more sitting position. He straddled Grimm's hips, hands on his shoulders, then slid his dripping cock along the man's chest and belly. Grimm's hands were tight on his thighs, just like they'd been earlier. Excitement skittered along Renji's spine … this was so hot. He pressed his balls against Grimmjow's dick and began sliding along its length, gasping with pleasure. "Ah … ah god," he moaned, speeding up slightly, wanting so BAD to grab his cock and stroke it. He wanted … h-he wanted ….

"Don't worry, Red," Grimmjow said, his voice low, his grin almost evil in its intensity. "I'm gonna fuck you good." His hands slid around to grasp Renji's buttocks, and together Renji was lifted off Grimmjow's hips. "Line it up," he growled, as his dick flexed.

"Yes!" Renji wanted that cock so bad! He reached down with a shaking hand and pulled that throbbing member up, lining it up with his twitching asshole, pressing down against it.

"Not so fast," Grimmjow said, teasingly, using one hand to pull Renji forward for a searing kiss. As he did so, he slowly lowered Renji down onto himself, feeling him relax and open up for the intrusion, feeling the heat as his head popped past Renji's sphincter. He held him there, steady, once again ravaging his mouth.

"Ah!" Renji was shaking with desire. When had the last time been, that he'd wanted to be fucked like this? Long time. He needed it. "Ah! P-Please! Nn!" he wanted to slam his hips down, but he held back, anticipation building, longing peaking, his pre-cum flowing from his throbbing dick.

With one swift motion, Grimmjow pulled Renji down onto his penis, driving it all the way in til their skins smacked together. Renji shouted as his whole body tensed, then he forced his sphincter to relax and helplessly he began to move, fucking himself on Grimm's long hard cock, pleasure making him gasp and clutch at Grimmjow's shoulders.

"Good, yeah?" Grimmjow grunted, shoving his hips upward to meet Renji's movements.

"Ah! Yeah! S-So good!" Renji was moving faster now, unable to stop himself. He shifted his body a bit and shouted again when the head of Grimmjow's dick struck his prostate. "Oh! There! FUCK!" he yelled.

In response, Grimmjow Jaegerjaques flipped Renji backward onto the coffee table, pulled his legs up onto his shoulders and began a jack-hammering fucking that had the younger man wide-eyed and shouting underneath him. Within 5 strokes, Renji came … hard, his cum flying into his hair and face. Grimmjow didn't slow as he leaned forward and licked some off, sharing it with Renji in another one of those searing kisses. His hand went to Renji's softening member and stroked it to hardness again.

In less than two minutes, Renji came again. This time his eyes flew open and he held on for dear life as his prostate was pummeled by that oh-so-talented cock. He shouted out his ecstasy, wordless vocalizations that were pure pleasure. "Yeah," Grimmjow grunted. "Come for me, Red," he encouraged him, never slowing, fucking with long steady strokes. He reached between Renji's legs and grabbed the younger male's cock again, and Renji screeched at the sensation.

"No! Too sensitive! Stop! AHH!"

"No. Take it, Red!" Grimmjow grabbed Renji's wrists in one hand and held them over his head, still stroking his cock, still pounding his ass good, hitting the prostate with each stroke.

Renji struggled, the pleasure too intense, he couldn't stand it, he couldn't! "No! Ah ah ah NO!"

"Yes!" Grimmjow leaned down and bit Renji's right nipple. "Come with me, Red! C'mon, I'm gonna fill … you … up!" He slammed his cock home, sped up even faster, hitting his prostate harder! … and grinned down into Renji's wide-eyed, pleasure-ravaged face.

For the third time in ten minutes, Renji Abarai came again. Long, almost devoid of cum, but with heightened sensation that seemed to go on forever. Added to that, the feeling of hot cum filling his insides as Grimmjow grunted with his own orgasm, his cock deep inside Renji, pressed in to the hilt, twitching and pulsating inside him. He shouted, practically screamed as pleasure was yanked out of him unwillingly, torturously, almost painfully … it was fan-fucking-tastic.

Renji was gasping for breath, he had his arms clenched tightly around Grimmjow's neck, his whole body was shaking uncontrollably, his dick was soft and spent, lying defenseless on the tangle of Renji's red pubic hair. "God … ah god … good, that was so good … ah god damn …"

Grimmjow chuckled and kissed Renji's neck. Yeah, it'd been good. He slowly withdrew his softening cock from the redhead's ass – making him gasp with the sensation – and pulled him back onto the couch, more on his lap, actually, petting him as he calmed down. "Wanna spend the night?"

"I … I think I'm gonna … have to," Renji breathlessly replied. "I don't … think I can move!"

Grimmjow Jaegerjaques chuckled again, stroking his fingertips lightly down Renji's flank. He watched closely and saw the goosebumps follow his touch, saw Renji's dick twitch a bit. "Oh, I think you'll be just fine. Here," he said as he slid Renji off his lap and onto the couch – where he flopped back dramatically. "I'll go run us a bath … and get us somethin' to eat and drink."

Renji opened one eye and looked at Grimmjow. He had an erection again, standing out beautifully from that patch of blue pubic hair. Renji looked up at the man's face, and had to smile in return at what he saw there. Renji m'boy … he thought to himself, it's gonna be a long FUN night.

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Ichigo gave report and got out of the hospital as quickly as he could. The train ride home seemed to last forever, he'd never been happier to see his apartment door. When he got inside and slammed the door behind him, he leaned against it, eyes closed. What. A. Long night. Now he was back home, out of the view of prying eyes, away from everyone and everything that had a claim on his consciousness.

He took out his phone and watched the video again. His erection sprang up almost instantaneously. He rubbed it absently with one hand while he watched Renji brought to orgasm by the blue-haired man whose lap he occupied. It was so sexy, such a turn-on to watch, that Ichigo almost didn't get to the bathroom quickly enough before he had a blazing orgasm, making him grunt with its intensity.

He had supper. He read the paper.

He took a shower. He stroked one off again, watching the video with the phone held safely outside the spray. Grimmjow's face. Renji's face. That tattooed back, those flexing hips. That lewd sardonic SEXY grin.

He cleaned the house, just a bit. When it was time, he got ready for bed. He laid down and watched the video again, doubting it would cause another erection … but it did. So he rubbed one off again, watching the small screen, noting more detail as he got into it more and more: the muscles in Grimmjow's forearms as he clutched Renji's ass cheeks … the twitching motions of Renji's hips as he came in the bluenet's lap … Grimmjow licked his lips as he watched Renji come … the tightness of Grimmjow's hug when Renji fell, sated, onto his chest.

That fierce grin at the end, as Grimmjow stared straight into the camera. Almost … almost like he knew ….

Like he knew that Ichigo would watch it. That Ichigo would be entranced by it. That it would be the latest and greatest entry in his spank bank. Ichigo played the video forward 'til he could see that expression again … it was around the eyes. A knowing look. The grin was challenging, fierce, salacious, like he was a big cat who'd just pounced on and taken down a wildebeest. But the eyes … the eyes said, watch me, Ichigo. You can't help it, can you. Watch me and wonder.

Ichigo threw the phone down on the bed in disgust. Okay, now he was getting stupid and paranoid. Ridiculous.

But still. What had happened after that? That Renji and Grimmjow had gone off and done whatever – of that he had no doubt. But what. And how. And what would it be like?

Enough. Ichigo laid down, pleasantly sleepy and tired (of course: all that coming), and closed his eyes. When the video tempted him he pushed it aside, and bid goodnight to all his beloveds. Repeating their names calmed him, soothed his soul, reaffirmed his purpose here on this earth, and healed his aching heart. I love you all, he thought. I always will. With their names resounding in his mind, Ichigo fell into a deep, untroubled sleep.

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End Chapter 9

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