Surprise

AUTHOR: Gabby0214
TITLE: Surprise! Chapter 15
RATING: M/ NC 17
PAIRING: Ren Ichi and other pairings
WARNING: Language, Sexual Innuendo, Boy Sex, Yaoi, OOC
SUMMARY: Ichigo’s 20th Surprise Birthday, Pain and Pleasure
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: Myself, please be kind!


Surprise
Chapter Fifteen


“I don’t mind pain.” Ichigo smirked as he plunged himself onto him. Ichigo clenched the sheets into his fists, his head thrust back, his eyes clamped down tight, and his jaw locked in place. A harsh groan rumbled from his clasped mouth. A single tear spilled from his eye and cascaded down his cheek. His body stilled, frozen in place above Renji.

Renji gasped “Fuck, Ichigo!”

A tremor shot straight through Ichigo’s body, he quivered and shuddered in the intense sensation reeling in his body.

“Ichigo are ya alright?” shouted Renji attempting to sit up.

Ichigo casually moved his head forward, and an appeased grin slowly crept over his face. He languidly parted his eyes, and stared down at Renji. Renji stared back at him in bewilderment. Ichigo’s chocolate brown orbs were smoldering with lust and pleasure. An all consuming fire burned in the depths of them. His blazing gaze burned straight through Renji leaving a scorched trail behind.

“Renn, that was…godd, that was…,” Ichigo panted his eyes fluttered closed as his body shivered from the after effects.

“Ichigo?” Ichigo opened his eyes and met the confused, caring look Renji was giving him.

“…funkin wonderful” he finished.

“Ichigo, I …” Renji started to say until Ichigo thrust his hips forward and then slammed them back.

Renji back arched off the bed and he screamed, “Oh, God, Ichi!”
Ichigo set a frantic pace; driving himself harder and harder on to the red head. Both their moans of pleasure and yells of ecstasy riddled through the air. Renji was literally being fucked out of his mind. “Ichi, please (thrust), so goood, (thrust) pleassse (thrust) Fuck Ichiii (thrust) untie (thrust) AHH (thrust) meee.” Renji mewed.

Ichigo immediately halted his movement and with dazed stare peered down at his lover. “Ren, nani?” he heaved.

Renji inhaled deeply trying to catch his breath, “Ichi, please untie me.”

Ichigo’s gaze sharpened as he stared down at him and panted, “Did I hurt ya? “

“Hell No! Just want to… please just untie.” Renji sat up and offered his arms to Ichigo.

Ichigo reached for Renji’s wrist. Ichigo’s hands were shaking, and he fumbled with the silk scarf’s knot. The knot finally gave and the scarf slipped from Renji’s wrist. As soon as Renji was released from his bonds, he grabbed Ichigo shoulders and pulled him into a kiss. Their mouths collided with each other; ravishing one another. Renji gripped the back of Ichigo’s head, clasping his hand to the birthday boy’s hair and yanked his head back. Ichigo moaned from the force of his head being pulled. Renji looked at him with half lidded eyes and growled, “On your hands and knees!”

*** *** ***

“I reject” Orihime summoned and Karin’s foot was cased in a golden orb. Very quickly the luminescent glow faded away and Karin was completely healed.

“Arigato, Orihime-san” Karin said.

“Lie, (your welcome) Kurosaki-chan” Orihime replied.

“Ah, Orihime-san I was wondering if you thought Ishida-san would mind helping us get attired to go to LIO Club.”

“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind just let me go ask him.” Orihime smiled and headed over to Ishida.

Hitsugaya looked at Karin and inquired, “Karin what does LIO stand for, and how is Ishida going to help us get dressed?”

Karin grinned, “LIO actually stands for Let It Out, but we often joke around and say it stands for Lick It Off., “ she laughed, “and well concerning Ishida helping ya dress, ya see he will hold out your pants so you can step into them…”

“Karin!” barked Hitsugaya as his face went all serious.
Karin was giggling at Toushirou’s expression, “Sorry, I just had to! Actually Ishida is a Clothes Designer. He is very good, so good that he has made quite a name for himself in these past few years.”

Ishida and Orhime came strolling over to them. “Karin-san, I would be more then happy to help! Just when do you want to do this?” announced Ishida once he got there.

“I don’t know, maybe we should wait for Renji and Ichigo to come back down. I’m sure Ichigo would love to see Renji get dressed up or dressed down in this case.” Karin smirked.

“Actually Karin-san I think he’s already that had that opportunity.” snickered Ishida.

Karin blushed and ran her hand through her hair, “ya I think you’re right about that.”

“Don’t worry about Renji I have the perfect outfit in mind for him, and I think Ichigo will really love it!”

“What about the others,” she questioned as she got up from the chair. She carefully put weight on her foot, to test it out. “Great job, thanks again Orihime.” Karin mentioned.

Orihime smiled back in response.

Ishida wrapped his arm around Orihime, proud of her talents. “Oh, they won’t be a problem, I might have to make some alterations but that won’t take me any time really.”

“That’s so nice of ya to do this.”

“Really it’s no problem; they’re friends Karin-san.” Ishida stated as he pushed up his glasses with his free hand.

Karin reached out and took Toushirou’s hand, “Thanks again Ishida-san and Orihime-san. Toushirou and I are going to go get some drinks from the bar. When we get back we can go over in more detail what ya have in mind. Would that be alright?”

“That would be fine, Karin-san” Ishida replied.

Karin and Toushirou left the couple and started to walk to the exit of the Billiard’s room, when all of a sudden Karin fell to her knees. She yanked her hand from Toushirou’s grasp. Her head hung down, and she clenched it in pain. She bellowed, “No, not here, not now!” Her reiatsu momentarily flashed, and disappeared.

“Oh god, what’s wrong Karin” Toushirou dropped to his knees besides her laying his hands upon hers.

Ishida and Orihime came running over. “What happened?’
“I don’t know she just collapsed.” Hitsugaya said not taking his eyes off her.

Karin raised her head her eyes shut tightly and screamed, “GrimmJow!”

GrimmJow immediately ran over to her, “Damn it!” he roared, “Move Toushirou!”

“No, I will not!” he shouted.

“I said move your ass” growled GrimmJow back at him.

Karin reached out her hand blindly searching for GrimmJow. Her eyes still closed, “Grimm, Help!” she pleaded.

‘Fuckin move,” Grimm pushed Hitsugaya out of the way, “I’m here Karin, it will be alright!” he picked her up and cradled her in his arms.

Karin tried to smile to reassure him, but her smile faded when she was seized with the next piecing pain. Her reiatsu flashed again. She clasped her teeth together not to scream out in agony. By this time everyone had rushed over to see what was happening.

GrimmJow took a protective stance, “Fuckin get away from us” he yelled at them.

Karin brought her hand over and gently touched his arm. His eyes swiveled down at her and rested on her face “Cookie, its okay.” She said softly.

“Are you sure,” he whispered in her ear.

“We knew that they would find out some time didn’t we?” she tried to chuckle but it came out in a broken voice.

“Karin, I need to get Ichigo!” he stated as he observed the group surrounding them.

“I know, but let me show them first.” Karin said.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea!” He grumbled under his breath.

“We can’t avoid it any longer can we, Cookie.” She lifted her hand to his face.

His expression softened and he ran his hand over her hair. “I guess not.” he replied in a low voice.

Karin turned her head and faced the others in the room.

*** *** ***
Ichigo moved off of Renji as he released his grip from Ichigo’s hair, and quickly complied with the command. Renji’s hand dropped down on to Ichigo and glided over his fevered skin. Renji placed himself behind the strawberry, and rasped, “Ya might want to hold on ta something, Ichi!”

“Ohh,” was all Ichigo could say. He crawled forward and grasped the headboard.

Renji scooted after him and one hand gripped on to Ichigo’s hips while the other squeezed the firm ass in front of him. Ichigo pushed back towards him as a moan slipped from his lips. Renji looked down at his lover taking in the arousing position, and that’s when he noticed small trail of blood.

“Ichigo, ya bleedin.” His hand dropped from Ichigo’s ass.

Ichigo looked over his shoulder at Renji, “So?”

“So, so you’re funkin bleedin, baka!” snapped Renji meeting Ichigo’s eyes.

“Renji, do ya trust me?” Ichigo asked in a soft voice while meeting Renji’s worried stare.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Renji expression instantly went from worried to clearly annoyed. He glared at him as he’s hand tightened on Ichigo’s hip.

Well, at least his not worried anymore, ran through Ichigo’s mind. “Just answer the damn question, kay!” he screeched back at the red head.

“Hai, I trust ya!” Renji answered pushing his hair back that had fallen in front of his face.

“Then fuck me!” Please, god damn it, I’m dieing here.

“But…” appealed Renji. His bleeding, I know that must hurt, but he doesn’t seem to be in pain.

“No, buts, well there’s my butt, ha ha!” Renji scowled at him. “Sorry,” snickered Ichigo, “back to my point. Just fuck me.”

“Are ya sure?” Renji frowned at him.

“Fuck me!” growled Ichigo grinding his ass into Renji.

God damn he’s persistent! “I guess ya sure then!” smirked Renji as he thrust into him.