Finding Home

Warning this story is Yaoi which is boy x boy if you don’t like it don’t read it.



AN: Thank you for reviews. Sorry that the last chapter was kinda short but I’ve been sick all week and yesterday was the peak of it. I almost didn’t post at all but I wanted to post a little something. I hope today’s chapter makes up for it. Also renji I am glad you are enjoying the story, I update pretty much daily with active stories so chances are any time you log on you can find an update. Enjoy.



Finding Home



I sought for Love

But Love ran away from me.

I sought my Soul

But my Soul I couldn\'t see.

Then I sought You,

And I found all three.

~ by Unknown Author ~



Chapter Fourteen



Izuru’s eyes slowly opened and he stared at the broad chest that was directly in front of his face. Black jagged tattoos ran in a tribal pattern down to where it disappeared beneath the sheets. Those marks alone informed Izuru whose chest that was. Glancing up through his lashes, Izuru saw Renji was still deeply sleeping. The redhead looked almost cute. Thick black eyelashes brushed cheeks that carried a hint of color. Healthy tan skin radiated warmth. Traces of cinnamon and sandalwood teased Izuru’s senses.



Careful so not to awaken his sleeping companion, Izuru traced his finger over the black tattoos starting with the ones over his eyes. Trailing his fingers down Renji’s neck and across his shoulders, Izuru explored the texture of Renji’s skin. The tattoos had always fascinated Izuru even back in the academy. Izuru had asked him once why that particular design. Renji’s answer was that they were a connection he had with his zanpakuto. After each breakthrough he made with his zanpakuto he added more tattoos. Upon leaning the name, Renji had tattooed the area over his eyes. After learning to release the shikai form, he had tattooed down his neck and so forth. Now that he had gotten so far as Ban Kai, Renji had tattooed his shoulders, chest, and back all the way down past his hips.



Keeping his touch light, Izuru skimmed over the tight brown nipples, watching them draw up at his touch. Renji’s body was nothing short of perfection. The black tattoos only enhanced him. Izuru thought that he would not be Renji if he didn’t have them. Fingers trailed lower, ghosting over tight abdominal muscles, stopping at the naval. A hand grabbed Izuru’s exploring one.



“What are you doing?” rumbled Renji, his voice still thick with sleep. The touch of fingers on his body had slowly drawn him from sleep. He had opened his eyes to see the intense gaze of Izuru as he traced the tattoos on his body, only to nearly jump out of his skin when he teased his nipple and kept going lower.



Izuru blushed and tried to yank his hand back. Renji was having none of that. Pandora’s Box had been opened and now the demon was loose.



“I’m ss…sorry.” stuttered Izuru as the blush spread from his cheeks down his neck. His ears became a delightful red that drew Renji’s attention. Leaning down, Renji nipped at the tip of an ear, pulling a gasp from Izuru. A feral grin growing on his face, Renji continued to tease the ear gaining immense pleasure from the gasps that came for Izuru. Izuru was very responsive and the slightest touch sent tremors of pleasure skating along his nerves. Renji used this to his advantage.



He’d had every intention of remaining honorable when morning came but Izuru’s delicate exploration had insured that idea was tossed to the wind. The smaller man had no idea what he did to him but he was about to find out. That’s not to say that Renji would take Izuru by force. That would never happen. If Izuru needed him to stop, he would. It would practically kill him, but he would stop.



Trailing his lips across the delicate jaw towards the long slender neck, Renji paused every so often to nip and suck at the skin. There were no words in his vocabulary to describe the taste of Izuru. It was light, slightly salty, and tasted of hidden passions. It was thoroughly addicting. By the time Renji reached the collar bone, Izuru was moaning freely beneath him. It pleased Renji that he could get Izuru to this state just from a few kisses.



Continuing to take his time, Renji nipped at the prominent collar bone. Every part of this man was a work of art. There was no part of him that wasn’t stunning. Renji felt he could spend the rest of his life exploring Izuru. Renji continued his downward exploration, biting and licking his way towards a coral colored nipple. Lapping once at the small disk, Renji watched it draw up tight. Taking it in his teeth and biting resulted in Izuru practically screaming and arching off the bed. Renji made a mental note to remember that Izuru was extremely sensitive there.



Sensing no resistance from the blonde, Renji released the hand he was still gripping. Continuing lower still, Renji smirked at each gasp and groan. It was such a different type of pleasure, knowing that it was himself that was causing the groans and moans and not the presence of a drug or aphrodisiac. Lips, tongue, and teeth continued to torture Izuru, dragging forth cries of pleasure and whimpers of need.



Izuru arched off the bed when Renji began to tease the hollows of his hips. Renji nearly groaned at the sight of Izuru writhing on the bed. He seemed so different from the normally quite and gentle person that Renji had known for so long. The physical differences of the two aroused Renji even more. Where Renji was tight thick muscle, Izuru was lean muscle and an almost delicate frame. Occasionally, it gave him a slightly feminine appearance, but there was no doubting now that Izuru was definitely male. The sight of his darker toned skin against Izuru’s pale caused a rumbling growl of possessiveness to echo through the room.



Upon continuing his exploration, Renji avoided the place that Izuru wanted him to touch so badly. Izuru’s erection rose up hard and enflamed. Its dark head seemed to almost pulse with need. Izuru arched, attempting to find some relief for the burning ache. Renji grinned and continued to lavish attention on his hips and thighs.



“Please…” whimpered Izuru, finding the strength to vocalize his need.



“Please what?” asked Renji, taking that moment to give a particularly sharp nip to the delicate skin.



“I need…please.” Izuru ground out. He couldn’t think let alone, connect words together to form sentences.



“Is this what ya need?” growled Renji before taking the tip of Izuru’s erection in his mouth. Izuru’s entire body arched off the bed as any remaining blood pooled in his loins.



“Yesssss.” he hissed through clenched teeth. That was exactly what he needed. Attention on that neglected part of his body. Renji sucked hard on the tip causing Izuru to arch up, demanding more. Renji grasped the slender hips and slowly lowered his mouth until he was taking Izuru as deep as he could. His nose brushed the small blonde curls that covered the base.



Izuru was unable to keep silence. Renji was torturing him and he loved every touch, every sting from teeth, and every gentle lap of tongue. The feel of his mouth was beyond describing. It was hot and warm and wet. Renji’s tongue was doing sinful things that made all intelligent thought scatter to the four winds. Izuru was panting hard now, his hands gripping the sheets with white knuckles. Renji began to hum and the vibrations sent Izuru over the edge. His body arched high off the bed as he spurted into Renji’s mouth in thick streams.



“Ahhh.” he screamed as lights behind his closed eyes. When the shaking stopped, Izuru glanced to see Renji licking his lips.



“Already?” teased Renji as he drew himself upwards until he was lying over Izuru, their faces inches apart. A blush, partly from release and partly from embarrassment, spread across Izuru’s face.



“Ya taste good, ‘Zuru” growled Renji, enjoying how the blush deepened



The feelings pouring through Izuru were too difficult to quantify. They simply were. The night in which he was under the influence of the drug was mostly a haze. All he remembered was the uncontrollable desire and flashes of memories. This was different. He was in full control of his mind. Each touch and emotion that skirted through him was locked away so not to be forgotten. Izuru wasn’t a fool, he knew anything between him and Renji wouldn’t last. Renji wasn’t the type to stay with lovers for very long. Izuru had seen him go through more lovers in the fifty odd years they had known each other than Rangiku went through bottles of sake in a night out drinking. Renji was too wild to be tamed. That was part of the allure.



Renji growled and slammed his lips onto Izuru’s. Izuru could still taste himself on Renji’s lips. Tongues danced and Renji growled appreciatively at the taste of Izuru. Every part of him was delicious. Slipping a finger into Izuru’s mouth, Renji leaned down and growled in his ear “Suck.” Shivers danced down his spine at the words whispered in his ear. Izuru was helpless to refuse, sucking on the fingers placed in his mouth; Izuru dampened them with his saliva. Pulling his fingers free, Renji slipped his hand between Izuru’s legs. His wet index finger circled the tiny puckered entrance, as if asking for admittance.



Izuru gasped as a finger slid inside. It felt odd, a slightly out of place feeling that wasn’t entirely bad. Renji moved his finger slowly, allowing Izuru to adjust to the feel before slipping in a second. Izuru winced slightly but didn’t complain. When the fingers brushed his prostate, Izuru let out a gasp and bucked his hips. Renji rubbed his erection against Izuru’s hip in response. After adjusting to a third finger, Renji removed his hand and bent to kiss Izuru.



“Are you sure?” asked Renji, he would stop at the order from Izuru. It would kill him but he would stop. Izuru lay panting, his body already on fire again. Taking a deep breath, Izuru nodded at Renji to continue. Renji all but purred in pleasure. Grabbing the lotion from the bedside, Renji liberally coated himself. Grasping his erection in a hand, Renji aligned it up with the newly stretched entrance. A sound from the living room distracted him for a moment but he ignored it. Then the bedroom door flew open.



“HEY Renji, I thought you might like to come spar …with…me…..whoa, holy fuck.” yelled Ichigo. Ichigo stood there shell shocked. There was one of his best friends, with Kira, in a less than chaste position. Ichigo slowly started to back away at the fire that lit up in Renji’s eyes. A fire burned in those deep brown eyes that had nothing to do with passion and everything to do with killing the person that had interrupted him.



“Uhh I’ll be going now, continue on.” said Ichigo, his face bright red.



Izuru lay there for a moment completely mortified. Ichigo had just barged in on them and seen him in a compromising position. Izuru pushed Renji off and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.



Renji growled low in his throat. “FUCK!” he yelled then pulling on the pair of discarded pants from the previous day made his way into the living room to beat the ever living shit out of the teenager that had just ruined what would have probably been the greatest fuck of his life.



“You are dead, Kurosaki!” yelled Renji as he charged at the orange haired youth. Ichigo dashed for the door, Renji in close pursuit. Rukia simply stood as both men dashed past her. She remained standing there eyes wide. She didn’t think she had ever seen Renji so pissed. She had warned Ichigo that Renji might still be sleeping but he had blown her off. Finding the front door locked, Ichigo had simply pulled out the key that Urahara had given him and invited himself in. Rukia shook her head and for a moment considered chasing after the two but decided that Ichigo needed a good ass beating. A noise from the other room drew her attention.



“Hello? Kira?” Rukia called. Stepping into the bedroom, she saw a distraught looking Izuru hunched on the bed. What was more shocking than the various kiss marks that the half dressed man now sported, was the network of scars that decorated his chest and arms. It was one thing for a shinigami to have scars, she herself sported more than a few, but this was different. These looked more precise than battle scars. Understanding passed over her face. Walking slowly over to the huddled man, Rukia wrapped her arms around him.



“Kira, don’t worry. Ichigo may be a dork but he won’t tell anyone about you and Renji. That for both of you to tell or not tell.” said Rukia.



“You knew?” whispered Izuru.



“Hehe how could I not the way you two were making eyes yesterday. Not to mention the way he looked with you crushed under that Hollow. In all the years I’ve known him, I have never seen that look on his face.” said Rukia gently as she rubbed a hand over his back comfortingly.



“What concerns me more though, is these.” she whispered, running a finger over the mostly healed cuts on his chest. Izuru lowered his eyes, unable to meet her gaze.



“You don’t have to say anything. I just want you to know that I will always be your friend and as such I will always offer my ear to listen and my shoulder to cry on.” Rukia said and Izuru leaned his head on her shoulder. Renji was lucky to have grown up with her, being with her like this was comforting.



“Don’t tell anyone, please.” whispered Izuru. He just wasn’t ready to confess to people the workings of his soul.



“I promise.” she whispered and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.



TBC



AN: I know I’m mean. Renji finally gets Izuru comfortable around him and here comes Ichigo to go and ruin everything. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Until next time.