Surprise

AUTHOR: Gabby0214
TITLE: Surprise! Chapter 11
RATING: M/ NC 17
PAIRING: RenIchi and other pairings
WARNING: Language, Sexual Innuendo, Boy Sex, Yaoi
SUMMARY: Ichigo’s 20th Surprise Birthday, Dreams come true!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Bleach, wish I did! All persons written in my stories are above the age of 18. This is a fan fiction based on fictional characters that have grown older, and are of legal age. Ichigo in this story is 20.
ADDITIONAL INFORMATIION: Karin in this story is 18, I know she would not be 18, but please understand I added her to the story after already coming up with Ichigo’s age. What can I say Writer’s Liberties, I guess.
BETA BY: Vindictivefreak


Surprise
Chapter Eleven

Renji slowly pushed the door open and peaked into the room. His eyes slowly cased the room and came to rest upon the naked figure on the bed.

Renji quietly entered the apartment, and softly closed the door behind him. He clicked the lock in place. Renji turned and carefully made his way into the room. He crossed over to a counter and placed down the shot and strawberry that he brought with him. He then treaded quietly towards the bed, stopping a few feet from the edge. His eyes fixated upon the glorious scene before him. There sprawled upon the bed was Ichigo, his knees drawn up, his hand wrapped around his stiff, hard cock. Ichigo head was turned facing the wall, he was completely unaware of his presence.

Downstairs in the Billiard Room with Ichigo’s cell phone, Karin lifted it to her ear, and said, “Konnichiwa (Hi), Toru. Is our plan working?”

“Wait, what plan?” Rukia interrupted overhearing the conversation. Everyone gathered around to hear was going on, all of them intrigued by the conversation taking place.
Karin held up her index finger to Rukia indicating to give her a second.

Toru replied back over the phone, “I assume Renji just followed Ichigo.”

“Hai, he did. Can you hold on a sec.?” answered Karin. “Wait I’ll put you on speaker, so you can hear what’s happening.”

“Li yo (Okay),” Toru responded. Karin clicked the speaker button on the phone.

Karin turned to GrimmJow, “Should I let them know, Cookie?”

“What the hell, maybe they can help. And why should we only have all the fun?”

“Yeah, but won’t Ichi- nii get really pissed that we’re talking about his private life with everyone?”
“Yeah, but who the fuck cares if we help him out, sou deshou (right)?” answered GrimmJow.

“Karin, if you’re talking about what’s going on between Ichigo and Renji, we already know.” interjected Toushirou.

Karin glanced around at everyone in acknowledgement. “You guys know?”

“Fuck, Kurosaki-san of course we know, we’ve known for years.” Ikkaku replied.

“Those two are very stubborn and pig-headed, it’s simply not beautiful,” chimed Yumi.

Rukia walked over stepping closer to Karin to grab her attention, “Why do you think I insisted on Renji coming to the party in the first place. He’s been so damn depressing for the past two years. When we got back to our jobs (Rukia was being careful of what she said since she knew Toru was listening in.) he threw himself into the work. At first it wasn’t a problem because of everything that we had to do. But lately, for the last six months or so, when things have finally started to settle down, he just didn’t stop. He kept finding new things to do, anything to keep him preoccupied. He even stopped hanging with us after work, saying he was busy because of his new position and all.”

“I didn’t realize,” Karin stated with sadness in her eyes. GrimmJow moved to her and wrapped his arm around the back of her shoulders and tugging her in next to him.
Rukia looked up at GrimmJow with a puzzled expression on her face and then quickly recovered and returned her attention to Karin with a slight smile. “How could you know, Kurosaki-chan, please don’t feel bad, it’s not your fault.” Rukia tried to comfort her.

“That’s strange though because at first when Renji left, Ichigo withdrew from everyone, well almost everyone,” she said as she glance up at GrimmJow, “but for the last year he has slowly come out of his shell. Him telling us he’s gay, he started dating and…”

“Please, don’t tell me he has moved on? That is, no longer interested in Renji,” Rukia spoke in behest as she gripped Karin’s shoulders. GrimmJow let his arm fall from around Karin shoulders, but didn’t move from her side. Watching from the sidelines, Hitsugaya saw the actions of the vaizard, and he started to become very concerned.

Karin warmly smiled at Rukia to ease her trepidation, “No, Ichigo is still very much in love with Renji. I don’t know what happened, but one day it was like he decided to live his life, I don’t know how else to explain it.”

“Helloooo,” they all heard coming from the phone.

“Gomen nasai (Sorry), Toru” Karin gasped forgetting all about that man on the phone.

“I don’t think there really is any reason to worry because I just sort of set them up!” Toru announced.

“Huh, what did ya do?” GrimmJow asked.

And Toru filled them in on the conversation between Ichigo and him and how he got Ichigo all hot and bothered concerning the chocolate, and then sent Renji after him. They all stood there stunned at the omission, and burst out laughing.

“Sou nee (Well), that might just work.” laughed Shuuhei.

“What just might work?” asked Ishida as he and Orihime walked back into the room slightly mussed. “And can someone please explain to me what was so damn important that Ichigo and Renji had to run past us to get to the apartment?” Another round of laughter filled the room.

“What’s so damn funny you guys?” Ishida questioned.
And they proceeded to fill him and Orihime in on the conversation.

“But what if this doesn’t work? No offense, Toru” Orihime asked out loud.

“None taken, Orihime-san” he replied through the speaker.

Rukia spoke up, “Let’s just see what happens and take it from there. No point in searching for trouble is there?” as she subtly glanced at Karin and GrimmJow.

Everyone agreed that they should wait and see. Then out of no where everyone heard aloud, “Damn!” They all looked over at a grinning Chad and were shocked that he of all people would be so vocal.

Hitsugaya questioned, “What’s wrong Sado-san?”

“Nothing is wrong Hitsugaya Taichou, it’s just that Ichigo was right again.”

“What was he right about Sado-san?” Toushirou inquired.

“He was right that they,” nodding towards Ishida and Orihime, “didn’t make it even up the stairs.”

The very serious Tenth Division Taichou couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across his face.


Renji gazed on Ichigo’s hips rhythmically moving in slow thrusts up and down while Ichigo stroked his dick with each slow, sensuous movement. His sighs and moans of pleasure vibrated down Renji’s spine, his cock jerked in response to the erotic display in front of him. Unconsciously Renji’s hand was drawn to his throbbing cock, rubbing back and forth over the bulging member. Renji stood there enraptured as he watched Ichigo’s hand travel to his mouth, drawing his fingers in between his lips. Ichigo suckled them, lathering them with his saliva. Ichigo removed the dripping, wet fingers from his mouth, and they traveled down his chest leaving a trail of dampness, to reach his pink, puckered ring. One of his drenched fingers slipped inside causing Ichigo to cry out in passion. Ichigo’s finger slide back and forth, in and out of the tight orifice, coordinating to the motion of his gyrating hips.

Renji’s free hand reached for his obi, undoing the knot, and he quickly slipped off the rest of his shihakushô. His right hand encircled his throbbing hard on and began to stroke in time with the object of his desire movements. He stepped forward closing the remaining distance between two of them. And in a rasped voice, Renji called out to him, “Ichigo,” while his left hand crept forward and encompassed the strawberries engaged one.

Ichigo’s head snapped up towards him, his eyes darkened in arousal and lust. Ichigo’s hands faltered and stilled in their movements. “Renji, what are…?”

“Shh, it’s okay Ichigo. Let me help you.” he whispered softly. His hand tightened around Ichigo’s and together they started to pump the engorged cock.

Ichigo flung his head back to the bed moaning, “Oh God, Rennjjii!” His back arched up with the upwards motion, his finger slipped from his anus and his now free hand clenched the sheets underneath him. Ichigo’s hips continued to thrust with each stroke of the combined hands. Ichigo’s head rolled to the side, he squeezed his eyes closed and whimpered, “Please tell me that I’m not dreaming.”

“If you’re dreaming Ichi then I must be as well,” Renji gasped. Ichigo parted his eyes and lifted his head to truly look at the man standing in front of him. His eyes roamed over the body of his dreams, taking in every detail. From the lightly dusted covered long legs that were outlined with erotic tribal design tattoo, to the graceful motion of Renji’s hand wrapped around his large, stiff cock. His eyes continued to wander over more of the striking tattoos displayed over Renji’s lower firm abs moving on upward to those crossing his muscular torso. Renji’s alluring tattoos continued down his arms to his wrist. Ichigo’s followed the tattoos back up his arms to the curve of his neck until he reached his face. His eyes took in the line of his jaw, his moist soft lips, moving past his nose to stop at Renji’s amber eyes.

Renji’s eyes, those amazing amber eyes that bore straight through him. Desire and possession were blazing within them. That look that Renji held claimed him, and Ichigo knew at that exact moment he was his. He always known he was his, but now Renji declared it. Ichigo released his hand from his arousal and gently pulled away from Renji grasp. He sat up and moved to his knees, moving farther back on his bed allowing room for Renji to get on. A slow smile curved on Renji’s mouth, and he accepted the silent invitation. He knelt on the bed in front of Ichigo. There they were both on their knees facing each other. Their eyes fastened on each other. Renji lifted his hand to the top of his head and pulled out his hair band. His hair flowed down his neck, splashing upon his shoulders. Ichigo gaze followed the movement of the crimson silk, heat flared in his eyes.

“Oh, Renji,” he sighed as he leaned forward and plunged his hands in the soft mass, his fingers entangling through the smooth threads. Ichigo drew in Renji and seized his lips with his own. A soft groan escaped from Renji’s throat. Renji wrapped his arms around Ichigo’s waist pulling their bodies flush with one another. Both broke from their kiss at the sudden pleasure of their bodies brushing up against each other.

“Ichigo, Are …” Renji’s eyes fluttered closed. He inhaled a sharp breathe and expelled it, opened his eyes and looked directly into Ichigo’s, “Are you sure?”

Ichigo stared back at the red head and smirking at him, “Boke, am I sure?” Ichigo removed one of his hands from the soft tresses and brought it to Renji’s face. His fingertips caressed the line of Renji’s jaw, “Am I sure of what? Of wanting ya,” he softly chuckled, “fuck yeah!” Ichigo’s eyes never breaking the contact between them, his eyes softened and flooded with warmth. The smirk upon his face disappeared and was replaced with a demure smile, the tone of his voice lowered, “Am I sure that I’m in love with you, God Yes.” As he moved forward once again and captured Renji’s mouth with a passionate kiss.

Renji couldn’t believe what he just heard, did Ichigo just say he was in love with him. His heart pounded, his blood raced through his body. This can’t be happening, it was…, it was just too prefect. Renji felt Ichigo’s tongue slide across his lower lip, begging for entrance. He gratefully accepted and parted his lips, Ichigo’s tongue glided through and met with his. One of Renji’s hands slide from Ichigo’s waist and ran down the length of his back pulling him closer into the heated embrace. Ichigo’s hands moved and drifted down Renji’s chest to rest on Renji’s hips. His fingers gripping into Renji’s skin as the kiss deepened. Tongues exploring each other’s mouths, stroking, twisting, gliding against one another. Ichigo and Renji separated coming up for air, both of them panting from the intensity of the kiss. Renji’s hand traveled up Ichigo’s spine and fastened to the back of his head pulling him into his shoulder and upper chest. He skimmed his fingers through the strawberries hair while Ichigo snuggled in to the warmth under his cheek, listening to Renji’s pulsing heart beat. Ichigo’s hands drifted from Renji’s hips to rest on the small of his back.


“I have wanted to tell ya for so long, how I feel.” Renji breathed, his fingertips grazing Ichigo’s scalp. “I love you, too, Ichigo.” he confessed. He felt the smile that formed on his love’s face as he held in his arms. He thought to himself, dreams can come true.