Fic: Practice Chapter 3

[ruyu]

Title: Practice (Chapter 3)
Author: Ruyu
Pairing: Renji/Ichigo
Rating: M (this chapter)
Warnings: yaoi
Summary: Ichigo is used to pain - not affection.
Disclaimer: Tite Kubo owns all. I make no money.
Beta: axaroffle
A/N: Just trying to write some RenIchi. I suppose we'll see how it goes. ^^

Previous Chapters: 1 2

Chapter 3 

Ichigo attempted to scrape away the drying blood on his jaw as he glanced back down one of the murky halls of the Urahara Shoten. Rukia, Renji and Chad sat on the floor behind him as they all waited for Ishida to be healed by Orihime and Tessai. The mood was somber and agitated. The damn Quincy had been in an irritable disposition during their hollow fight that night and he’d ended getting unexpectedly mauled by a rather large hollow. Ichigo couldn’t decide how to feel: responsible for Ishida helping him fight hollows or angry that the other man had acted so rashly. If anyone acted recklessly it was Ichigo, not Ishida of all people.

Ichigo pushed his hair out of his face and cringed when he realized his hand and forearm were covered in blood.

“Here.” Renji mumbled as he sat in front of Ichigo and offered a damp towel to him. Ichigo blushed and hastily looked at his other two friends who were holding a quiet conversation before taking the towel.
 
“Thanks.”

After wiping his jaw and hands he gave the cloth back to Renji who had been watching him meticulously as he cleaned himself.

“Are you hurt? There was a lot of blood on you.” Renji inquired nervously.

“I’m not sure,” Ichigo admitted, as he looked over himself in the shadowy hallway. “I don’t know whose blood this is, mine or someone else’s. “

“Come on.” The lieutenant huffed as he pulled the other man up with him and led them back down the hallway into another dimly lit room. The back wall of the room was filled with an assortment of boxes with odd labeling and dusty vacant shelving. Renji gave a fleeting look at the other parts of the room before dragging him to a large counter that was mounted to the left wall. Ichigo found himself lifted onto the counter by strong hands.

“Shit, Renji!” He grunted.

“Hold still!” Renji snapped as he grabbed the younger man’s hips and forced him to stay put on the counter.
Ichigo blushed at how close Renji was. The man had weaseled himself between Ichigo’s thighs which sent waves of heat up Ichigo’s legs into his lower stomach. Renji lightly touched Ichigo’s neck and let his hands fall to part his shihakusho where the blood had stained the white cloth of his shitagi. He felt a sharp sting as Renji’s wandering fingers found the origin of the blood.

“Ouch.” Ichigo hissed quietly. The small cut was cleaned with another damp cloth that Renji had concealed on him somewhere.

The older shinigami grabbed his arm that was cleaned earlier and pulled the sleeve back to search for the wound that may have caused the bleeding. He discovered more blood beneath his uniform. It was already sticky from drying and Renji gave a groan when he saw that the trail progressed even further up Ichigo’s arm and onto his back.

“Take your top off.” Renji demanded.

Ichigo felt the wet patch of blood on his back and decided that Renji did need to look at it, if only to make sure it wasn’t too life threatening. With a smoldering blush covering his face, Ichigo assisted Renji as he pulled his sleeves down his arms and slid his top around his waist, leaving his chest exposed. Renji quickly dabbed the remaining blood off his upper arm and then turned him to examine his back.

It was a superficial wound and Ichigo heard Renji give an audible sigh of relief.

“You had me worried there.” Renji admitted as continued to clean Ichigo. “I know you didn’t want me to say anything… in front of the others. Hell – I’m the same way.”

Ichigo hummed in agreement as Renji slid the cool rag over his back. “You ok, Ichigo? You got kinda quiet…”

“I’m fine, stop asking.” Ichigo said offhandedly, deciding it was time to head back. He tried jumping down from the counter but Renji stopped him. “We’re you going? We aren’t done yet.” Renji said with a sly grin.

“What?” Ichigo felt his heart flutter at the implications hidden in Renji’s voice. But they couldn’t do anything here! It was Urahara’s shop!

“Come on now – there’s no need to go shy on me.” Renji teased as he pulled Ichigo against him and shoved the boys clothing further down his waist. Ichigo trembled as Renji trailed his fingers across his abdomen and moved to kiss his neck.

“What’s the matter, Ichigo?” The man panted into Ichigo’s ear. “Are you getting excited?”

Ichigo was sick of this shit. Renji was constantly baiting him and teasing him into touching him. Renji purposefully kept his hips out of reach and pointedly avoided touching the places he knew Ichigo wanted him to. The man wanted him to ask for it – ask to be touched. It was completely ridiculous in Ichigo’s opinion.
He quickly decided that he was getting tired of this little game.

With inhuman speed, Ichigo wrapped his legs tightly around Renji’s waist and yanked him against him. “You need to stop teasing me, Renji.”

He crashed his lips into Renji’s and forced his tongue deep into the other man’s mouth. The wet heat made his mouth water and groin ache with need.

“Shit.” Renji moaned as he tore himself away from Ichigo’s mouth and began to pull at his own clothing. Ichigo ignored him and continued to pull Renji against his straining erection. Renji’s breathing grew heavy and he whimpered before he gave a low growl and snatched Ichigo’s legs from around his waist and began tearing at Ichigo’s clothes.

Renji had him naked and flat on his back atop the counter in less than 45 seconds.

Ichigo’s whole world went bright white for a brief moment as he felt his legs being spread and a hot, wet mouth sliding down his cock. The next time he tried to take a gasping breath he noticed the hand that Renji had thrown over his mouth, probably to stifle his scream or whatever obscene noise he had been about to make.

Ichigo’s entire body shook and strained as Renji bobbed his head up and down over his member.
Ichigo peeled the hand away from his mouth and gripped it tightly while his other hand scrambled to find purchase on Renji’s head while the man moved up and down over his groin.

Oh god it felt too good.

He could feel his cock move deeper and deeper with each of Renji’s descents and every swirl of his tongue had him teetering on the edge of his orgasm.

Ichigo was vaguely aware of Renji slipping a slick finger behind his balls, but he did feel the man touch lightly at his entrance and he gave a shout as he came unexpectedly into Renji’s mouth.

Renji stayed between his legs for a few moments, sucking gently on his softening penis before attempting to re-cloth his naked body. Ichigo was too spent to really care.

He felt the redhead slink up his body to lay a single kiss to his lips and press his very noticeable bulge below his uniform into Ichigo’s inner thigh.

“You’re getting so much better at this.” Ichigo heard the man say as he placed hot kisses against his jaw.
Ichigo just hummed in approval, basking in the glorious aftermath of his orgasm with Renji.

“How about you and I leave?” Renji proposed with a kiss to Ichigo’s jaw.

As Ichigo regained his ability to speak, something occurred to him, Ishida was still being healed.

“We can’t. I’ve got to check on Ishida.” Ichigo moaned in obvious disappointment. Renji gave a curious chuckle into the boy’s chest as he stroked his hips.

“I hate to be the one to tell you this, but…” Renji said carefully with a barely concealed grin. “The Quincy is perfectly fine.”

Ichigo blinked. “He is?”

“Sure. I saw him myself and he’s ok.” Renji grinned with laughter bright in his eyes.

“But…when?” Ichigo asked in confusion.

Renji’s grin was manic. “Babe…he kinda walked in on us.”

“HE WHAT?!”

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*TBC*

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