Finding Home

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



AN: Yay, thank you for the reviews. They always make me happy. Hello to the new people. I have surpassed Coming Home in reviews and rating so cookies and milk for everyone and for those lactose intolerant ppl I have soy milk substitute (^o^)b

Jennifer: hehe yep a jealous Renji is hot but a vengeful Izuru is sexy too. Read this chapter to find out >;p.



Affie: I hope Rysha is feeling better. I’ve been sick myself this week so I can sympathize. Thx for the suggestion and even if I cant find the info I want ill just take artistic license and write what I want =p. I know what chapter you were drooling over cuz I was drooling myself while I was writing it.



Midnight Essence: Yep I looked up the exact meaning of Wabisuke but honestly I liked the thought of it being female for this Kira anyway hence why for my story I’m using the mean ‘penitent one‘ instead of ‘. I gave a more exact reasoning in my AN in chapter 2 of Finding Home so you can look back that way for my reasoning Thanks for the review and I don’t mind any corrections at all cuz I’m not omnipotent when it comes to bleach if I don’t know it from the anime or wiki then I make it up. (^.^)y



Yakumo: Yes he is cute. This fiction has turned a complete 180 on me I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad one. I like writing more upbeat stuff and I know from reviews that my reviewers like more lighthearted story I just hope the ppl that wanted darkness through the whole thing arent too disappointed.



Golden Kitsune: I really liked the interaction with Renji and Ichigo after the fight. I’m sorry but I only type about 5-6 pages per chapter its why I can update daily so I figure you guys don’t mind shorter chps not to mention its easier on me hehe.



Finding Home



A little nonsense, now and then, is relished by the wisest men.

~Gene Wilder-Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory~



Chapter Seventeen



Izuru stormed into the apartment. Damn Renji to hell. There was no harm in him dancing with a person that had taken the time to actually try to teach him the dances of the Living World. It wasn’t like he was going to sleep with the boy. He wasn’t even attracted to him other than the fact that he was appealing to look at. Renji had blown it all out of proportion. Izuru sighed and dropped down onto the sofa. He had been looking forward to the dance Renji had promised; especially after Toru had shown him how. The dance had an erotic feel, that Izuru had closed his eyes and imagined it was Renji behind him, guiding his movements. Lying down on the sofa, Izuru decided to wait for Renji to come home. Before long he was a sleep, the strain of his fight with Renji pulling him into sleep.



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Ichigo groaned as he dragged his friend towards the apartment. He had considered taking the soused redhead home with him but decided against it as he didn’t want to explain to old goat face why he was there and drunk.



“Where’s we goin’, Isygo?” drawled Renji as he leaned on the other man. The world was spinning and he couldn’t seem to put one foot in front of the other. His brain felt so distant and it took great effort to even put together sentences. Renji giggled at the exasperated look on Ichigo’s face.



“I’m taking your drunk ass home and gonna let Kira deal with you.” said Ichigo. Renji just grinned. ‘Sweet Izuru’ thought Renji and licked his lips at the thought of the slender man lying naked and waiting for him, blue eyes glazed over with lust. Renji stumbled and crashed against Ichigo.



“Zuru ish mine, Isygo, so don’t go touchin’ him.” smiled Renji, stopping to stare at a neon billboard. If Ichigo didn’t know better he would say he was high, not drunk. But then he hadn’t ever seen Renji this drunk. Renji pulled away and stumbled over his own feet to walk ahead. Losing his balance he crashed into some trashcans and just lay there.



“What the fuck are you doing? Get up no way am I carrying your drunk ass.” yelled Ichigo. Having had enough he pulled the other man to his feet. Renji swayed for a moment his face pale. The quick movement from laying to standing sent his world spinning.



“I don feel so good, Isygo.” Renji bent over and threw up all over Ichigo’s shoes.



“God damn it. Look what you did. Now I’m going to have to smell that all the way home.” yelled Ichigo. Grabbing Renji’s hand, Ichigo pulled him down the street. Renji stumbling behind him. The walk wasn’t that long and Ichigo finally dragged Renji to the apartment. Pulling out his key, Ichigo opened the door and dragged Renji inside. Renji stumbled over the threshold and crashed to the floor. Izuru shot up off the couch. Looking towards the door he saw a very perturbed Ichigo and a nearly passed out Renji lying at his feet.



“He’s you fucking problem now.” muttered Ichigo and with one last disgusted look at his friend, slammed the door shut. Izuru stood in shock. This wasn’t exactly what he had planned. Renji opened his bloodshot eyes and looked up at the man standing over him.



“Zuru, I wus jus tellin’ Isygo, how much I luv ya.” garbled Renji as he attempted to stand and failed. Izuru blushed at the statement but explained it away as the booze talking. He hadn’t seen Renji this drunk since the academy. He had found the redhead burying his sorrows in several bottles of sake after the Renji had found out about Rukia being adopted into the noble family Kuchiki. Renji had pushed Rukia to accept the adoption, though in his heart he had wanted to urge her not join them.



“Stand up Renji, lets get you into the bed.” said Izuru and with that pulled the redhead up. Renji grasped Izuru winding his arms around the blonde so tight that he almost couldn’t breathe.



“Yesh, lets finish what Isygo interrupted yesterday.” Turning Izuru around so his back was pressed against his chest, Renji ran his hand under Izuru’s shirt. Flattening his palm on the firm abdomen, Renji leaned down and bit sharply on his neck. Izuru gasped. Even drunk, Renji seemed to know just where to touch and bite to send Izuru’s good intentions out the window.



“Stop, you’re drunk.” whispered Izuru, Renji’s touch sending flames dancing along his nerves. Izuru gasped as Renji’s tongue began to trace the shell of his ear. He couldn’t think nor act. Renji’s hand dipped lower to rub against the growing bulge in Izuru’s trousers. Izuru arched his back let out a moan, feeling Renji’s erection pressed up against his hip sent shivers down his spine.



With surprising strength, Renji guided Izuru towards the bedroom. Pushing Izuru down on the bed, Renji settled himself over him. Both still fully clothed. Izuru arched against Renji’s thigh as he slid it against his erection. Izuru knew he should stop but he simply couldn’t find the willpower. Renji was drunk and probably didn’t know what he was doing. Or maybe he did. Renji buried his face in Izuru’s neck and inhaled deeply.



“Ya always smell so good.” he murmured against Izuru’s skin. Izuru ran his hands under Renji’s shirt and across his back, feeling the smooth skin ripple beneath his touch. Renji sighed and snuggled closer, his breathing deepened. Renji’s body went limp. Izuru lay panting beneath Renji.



“You fell asleep, didn’t you?” Izuru asked, not really expecting an answer. The small snore was answer enough. Moaning with frustration, Izuru tried to push the other man off. Renji settled slightly to the side but kept an arm tightly wound around Izuru. Any attempt to move away and the arm tightened. Izuru groaned his frustration but allowed himself to relax. He would make Renji pay for getting him in this state and falling asleep.

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Renji groaned and rolled across the bed. The last thing he remembered from the previous night was Ichigo’s scowling face as he sat beside him at the bar watching Renji drown himself in booze. Renji lay there assessing his surroundings. It was obvious that Ichigo had made sure he arrived home in one piece. ‘Izuru!’ Renji sat up quickly then groaned as needles shot through his head. Collapsing once again on the bed, Renji only hoped the shy man would take pity on him today. Such was not the case. Izuru had other plans for Renji.



The smell of food cooking caused Renji’s stomach to turn. Renji wondered how much effort it would take to run to the bathroom. Breathing through his mouth, Renji rolled to the side of the bed and lay their limply, fighting the urge to vomit. His mouth felt like it was full of cotton balls and his tongue felt like a giant dead furry animal just lying in his mouth. Taking a deep breath Renji stood slowly with his eyes closed and prayed that he would be able to maintain his balance. The pounding in his head and the churning in his stomach didn’t help. Putting one foot in front of the other, Renji opened the bedroom door and crossed the hall to the bathroom. The door was firmly shut. ‘What the fuck?’ he thought to himself.



Pounding on the door, Renji leaned on it heavily. Oh, he really needed to get in there. The door opened and Renji nearly hit the floor as his balance was lost. Grasping the frame, Renji looked up. Izuru stepped out looking bright eyed and bushy tailed.



“Oh, Renji good morning. You came in so late last night I thought I would make breakfast for us. I thought a western breakfast would be nice. We have eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, hashbrowns….” said Izuru with a smile. Renji missed the devilish glint in his eyes as he was too busy shoving Izuru out of the way and diving for the toilet. Since he didn’t have anything in his stomach, he simply kneeled on the floor in front of the toilet until the dry heave spasms passed.



“You are fuckin’ enjoying this, you sadistic bastard.” Renji muttered after flushing the toilet. Not bothering to stand Renji laid his head on the rim and closed his eyes. He really wanted a glass of water but the sink seemed so far away and he had a sneaky suspicion that Izuru would leave him there to die of dehydration before offering help. Swallowing his pride, Renji looked up at Izuru with truly pitiful eyes.



“Have pity on me, Zuru.” Renji whined. Izuru smiled and knelt beside Renji with a glass of water almost as if he had read his mind. Renji snatched the water and downed it.



“Careful, you will make yourself sick again. Now shower and come eat. You stink.” said Izuru before turning and walking out the door.



“Not hungry.” muttered Renji.



“What was that? You want to listen to loud music? Well I’m not a fan but ill go get the radio for you.” smiled Izuru sweetly.



“Fuck NO!” cried Renji. “I’m getting in the shower and I’ll eat breakfast.”



“That’s what I thought you said.” smirked Izuru.



Izuru smiled and tossed a few towels towards the fallen man before shutting the door and walking back towards the kitchen. He had called Ichigo and asked him what was the best breakfast food to turn the stomach of someone who had spent the night binging. Ichigo had barely been conscious on the phone but after a few minutes he grasped what Izuru was asking. Izuru was going to make Renji suffer today. Ichigo had jumped on the wagon then. Renji was his best friend and as such, Ichigo jumped at the chance to poke a little fun at the redhead.



Renji stepped out of the shower. The whole time he had been in the shower, thoughts had been swirling through his head. Izuru’s was going to make him suffer today. Renji just couldn’t decide if it was because of the way he had acted or because he came home too wasted to continue the argument. ‘Well, two can play at this game.’ thought Renji, as he tied a towel low on his hips, and grabbing a second, walked out of the bathroom and towards the kitchen. Dragging the towel through his wet hair, Renji walked up towards the small breakfast nook where Izuru was setting up the plates, tossing the towel he had used on his hair across the couch as he passed by.



Izuru glanced up when he heard Renji walk up and dropped the tea cup he had in his hand. The cup shattered unnoticed on the linoleum floor. There was Renji walking slowly into the room, wearing nothing but a towel slung low around his hips. His damp red hair hung loose around his shoulders. Izuru couldn’t take his eyes off of him. A droplet of water dripped from his hair onto his chest and continued its journey down his abdomen to disappear beneath the towel. Izuru’s eyes tracked the droplet all the way down. Renji grinned ‘Got him.’ Izuru shook his head and knelt to clean up the broken cup before Renji walked across the floor barefoot.



Renji settled into a chair and poured himself some tea hoping it would settle his stomach before Izuru force fed him. Izuru joined him a few minutes later and placed a plate heaped with eggs, bacon, hash browns and toast. Renji swallowed the lump in his throat and reached for the fork beside his plate. Taking small bites, Renji and prayed he could hold it in. After a few bites, Renji found his stomach settling and he was able to finish most of the plate.



“Get dressed.” said Izuru as he tried to keep his eyes from drifting over all the tan skin. Cleaning up the dishes, Izuru proceeded to wash them with his back turned away from the tempting sight of Renji in next to nothing. Renji grinned widely and made a point of brushing up against Izuru before making his way towards his room.



Stepping out fully dressed a few minutes later, Renji grabbed a pair of sunglasses, figuring he would need them. Izuru snatched them from his hand as he walked by and grabbing the man by the wrist, dragged him in the bright summer afternoon.



TBC



AN: Poor Renji but no worries he’s made of tough stuff. Thanks for the reviews. Until next time.