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Chapter 2
AUTHOR: Gabby0214
TITLE: Take Out Chapter 2
RATING: M/ NC 17
PAIRING: RenIchi
WARNING: Language, Sexual Innuendo, Boy Sex, Yaoi
SUMMARY: Renji’s Food Fetish, Ordering Take Out Was Never So Much Fun!
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 19.
BETA BY: Vindictivefreak
Take Out
Chapter 2
Renji was ecstatic over his idea, and he was beaming. Now, how could he convince Ichigo to go along with it? Should I just ask him? Should I play the pathetic card again? Should I try to seduce him in to it? He had to think fast because Ichigo was becoming suspicious. Maybe being straight forward with him would be the best way with a little seduction thrown in for good measure. Hey, it would not hurt. Would it? But He had to tread lightly; he did not want to freak him out or nothin.
Renji stood up and made his way over to stand right in front of Ichigo. Reached up and lightly stroked a gentle caress from Ichigo’s jaw to his chin, gently pushing his head to the side so he could get a better pathway to Ichigo’s throat. He bent his head down and kissed the side of Ichigo’s throat until he reached his ear and started to nibbled. He heard Ichigo take in a sudden gasp of breathe. “Mmm, he sighed, ya taste good Ichi. “ He moved his head back so he could look straight into Ichigo chocolate colored eyes, “Did ya enjoy your shower?”
“Ya, it was nice,” murmured Ichigo. Silently thinking what the hell is he up to?
“Good, I’ m glad. Ya, look more relaxed. You seemed a little stressed earlier, Ichi. By the way, I was wondering if ya have anything for me to change into. Like some sweats or something I would like to get more comfortable.”
“Ah sure, hold on a sec.”, Ichigo turned walked over to the closet and took out two pairs of pants. Handing Renji a pair. He dropped his towel, and was about to put on the pair he grabbed for himself.
Renji, “Umm Ichi, you won’t need them don’t bother puttin them on. “ Then Renji started to undress, and changed into the pair Ichigo had given him.
Ichigo just stood there thinking, What the hell?
After Renji was changed he walked over to Ichigo and said seductively, “I still haven’t eaten, Ichi, and I’m starving.”
Ichigo eyes widened with confusion. He knew he would regret this, but he had to ask. “What are you up to, Ren?”
“Well,” replied Renji with a sly smile, “I was hoping ya wouldn’t mind helping me out.”
“Huh, you need to be a bit more specific.” Ichigo stated.
“Uhhh, Ichi, I was wondering if you would mind if I ate my dinner off of ya?” biting in his lower lip. Renji’s eyes filled with arousal taking in Ichigo’s delectable naked body.
Ichigo’s heart started to pound faster seeing the desire flare in Renji’s eyes, blood rushed straight to his groin. Renji picked up the towel that Ichigo had discarded a few moments earlier, and spread it out on the floor and motioned for Ichigo to come on over. He took Ichigo by the hand, “Just lay down right here.” in raspy voice.
Ichigo shook his head and chuckled, “Why not.”
He lay down on his stomach resting his chin in his hands so he could observe the red heads actions. Renji went about gathering his take out food and then looked down at his appetizing palette.
Renji started placing part of his meal on to Ichigo’s back. He went slowly, carefully arranging the food. It was like he was creating his own masterpiece. After he was done Renji stepped back eyeing his creation and remarked, “Now, that’s truly a beautiful site.” He knelt down on his knees and reached over to get his container of soy sauce and chops sticks.
Ichigo looked over his shoulder snickering, “Ren, ya better be careful were you stick those.”
Renji just lifted one of his tattooed eye brows and replied, “Don’t go an’ give me any ideas”, and pinched Ichigo’s ass cheek with the chop sticks.
Ichigo shook his head laughing and laid down resting on his arms letting Renji have his fun. Renji started to place his soy sauce container on the curve of Ichigo’s lower back, right where Ichigo’s tight ass started to curve upwards. He loved the two dimples that were formed there, and he couldn’t resist leaning forward and gently placing soft kisses on them. God, he’s so damn delectable, Renji said to himself.
He placed his container down, and Renji stretched out his legs to lie on his stomach. He bent his head and slowly licked up Ichigo’s side. When he reached Ichigo’s tapered waist, Renji sucked in Ichigo’s flesh in between his teeth and nipped it tenderly. Renji loved hearing Ichigo’s groans and sighs. Leisurely, he made his way up Ichigo’s side. Inching his way with slow tantalizing licks, tender bites and gentle, soft kisses until he reached Ichigo’s exposed neck. Renji rolled his tongue up his neck then bite down grasping the tender meat between his teeth. Ichigo let out a strangled cry. Renji release the hold grinning when he saw the impression of his teeth that mired Ichigo’s blushed skin.
It was time for Renji to appease his other appetite, so he scooted back over and started his other meal. Renji loved that fact Ichigo was willing to go along with his fantasy. He was afraid that Ichigo would think he was some kind of pervert or something.
At first he was just using his chop sticks, but soon moved to using his fingers. Renji needed to utilize all of his senses. He already had the visual, the aroma, the taste, the sound of his lover’s soft sighs, now he needed the touch. Every time he picked up another piece of food he would gently brush his fingertips along Ichigo’s soft skin. He enjoyed feeling the shiver that would run down Ichigo’s body.
Renji felt so fulfilled, all his senses spiraling through him, into him, around him. He was wrapped in complete pleasure. He had to show Ichigo what this meant to him. Renji moved from his sitting position and laid parallel to Ichigo. He leaned his head towards Ichigo’s ear and whispered, “Ichigo…” Ichigo turned his head towards Renji voice. Their gazes locked, and Renji kissed him. A long, sensuous kiss that left them both breathless, Renji pulled his lips away from Ichigo’s. He lightly grazed them over Ichigo’s cheek softly saying, “I love you, Ichigo.”
Renji sat up leaning over Ichigo’s back. His hand went to the back of his neck and lightly messaged the nape of his neck. His hand tenderly stoked down Ichigo’s spine until he reached the soy sauce container. He heard Ichigo actually whimper from the sensation. Renji picked up the container to remove it, but his hand was slightly shaking and some of the sauce spilled. He bent over and licked the spilled substance from Ichigo’s skin. His tongue continued down into slit of Ichigo’s ass. Renji’s hands grasped his ass cheeks separating them and followed down the ravine until he reached the soft rim. Renji’s tongue circled around and plunged into the orifice.
Ichigo cried out, “Oh God!”
Renji lifted his head, “Liked that, huh?”
“God, Yes!” Ichigo gasped.
Renji reached over and grabbed another container of his take out and the discarded chop sticks.
“Ichi”, Renji said, “It’s time for the second course.”
TITLE: Take Out Chapter 2
RATING: M/ NC 17
PAIRING: RenIchi
WARNING: Language, Sexual Innuendo, Boy Sex, Yaoi
SUMMARY: Renji’s Food Fetish, Ordering Take Out Was Never So Much Fun!
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 19.
BETA BY: Vindictivefreak
Take Out
Chapter 2
Renji was ecstatic over his idea, and he was beaming. Now, how could he convince Ichigo to go along with it? Should I just ask him? Should I play the pathetic card again? Should I try to seduce him in to it? He had to think fast because Ichigo was becoming suspicious. Maybe being straight forward with him would be the best way with a little seduction thrown in for good measure. Hey, it would not hurt. Would it? But He had to tread lightly; he did not want to freak him out or nothin.
Renji stood up and made his way over to stand right in front of Ichigo. Reached up and lightly stroked a gentle caress from Ichigo’s jaw to his chin, gently pushing his head to the side so he could get a better pathway to Ichigo’s throat. He bent his head down and kissed the side of Ichigo’s throat until he reached his ear and started to nibbled. He heard Ichigo take in a sudden gasp of breathe. “Mmm, he sighed, ya taste good Ichi. “ He moved his head back so he could look straight into Ichigo chocolate colored eyes, “Did ya enjoy your shower?”
“Ya, it was nice,” murmured Ichigo. Silently thinking what the hell is he up to?
“Good, I’ m glad. Ya, look more relaxed. You seemed a little stressed earlier, Ichi. By the way, I was wondering if ya have anything for me to change into. Like some sweats or something I would like to get more comfortable.”
“Ah sure, hold on a sec.”, Ichigo turned walked over to the closet and took out two pairs of pants. Handing Renji a pair. He dropped his towel, and was about to put on the pair he grabbed for himself.
Renji, “Umm Ichi, you won’t need them don’t bother puttin them on. “ Then Renji started to undress, and changed into the pair Ichigo had given him.
Ichigo just stood there thinking, What the hell?
After Renji was changed he walked over to Ichigo and said seductively, “I still haven’t eaten, Ichi, and I’m starving.”
Ichigo eyes widened with confusion. He knew he would regret this, but he had to ask. “What are you up to, Ren?”
“Well,” replied Renji with a sly smile, “I was hoping ya wouldn’t mind helping me out.”
“Huh, you need to be a bit more specific.” Ichigo stated.
“Uhhh, Ichi, I was wondering if you would mind if I ate my dinner off of ya?” biting in his lower lip. Renji’s eyes filled with arousal taking in Ichigo’s delectable naked body.
Ichigo’s heart started to pound faster seeing the desire flare in Renji’s eyes, blood rushed straight to his groin. Renji picked up the towel that Ichigo had discarded a few moments earlier, and spread it out on the floor and motioned for Ichigo to come on over. He took Ichigo by the hand, “Just lay down right here.” in raspy voice.
Ichigo shook his head and chuckled, “Why not.”
He lay down on his stomach resting his chin in his hands so he could observe the red heads actions. Renji went about gathering his take out food and then looked down at his appetizing palette.
Renji started placing part of his meal on to Ichigo’s back. He went slowly, carefully arranging the food. It was like he was creating his own masterpiece. After he was done Renji stepped back eyeing his creation and remarked, “Now, that’s truly a beautiful site.” He knelt down on his knees and reached over to get his container of soy sauce and chops sticks.
Ichigo looked over his shoulder snickering, “Ren, ya better be careful were you stick those.”
Renji just lifted one of his tattooed eye brows and replied, “Don’t go an’ give me any ideas”, and pinched Ichigo’s ass cheek with the chop sticks.
Ichigo shook his head laughing and laid down resting on his arms letting Renji have his fun. Renji started to place his soy sauce container on the curve of Ichigo’s lower back, right where Ichigo’s tight ass started to curve upwards. He loved the two dimples that were formed there, and he couldn’t resist leaning forward and gently placing soft kisses on them. God, he’s so damn delectable, Renji said to himself.
He placed his container down, and Renji stretched out his legs to lie on his stomach. He bent his head and slowly licked up Ichigo’s side. When he reached Ichigo’s tapered waist, Renji sucked in Ichigo’s flesh in between his teeth and nipped it tenderly. Renji loved hearing Ichigo’s groans and sighs. Leisurely, he made his way up Ichigo’s side. Inching his way with slow tantalizing licks, tender bites and gentle, soft kisses until he reached Ichigo’s exposed neck. Renji rolled his tongue up his neck then bite down grasping the tender meat between his teeth. Ichigo let out a strangled cry. Renji release the hold grinning when he saw the impression of his teeth that mired Ichigo’s blushed skin.
It was time for Renji to appease his other appetite, so he scooted back over and started his other meal. Renji loved that fact Ichigo was willing to go along with his fantasy. He was afraid that Ichigo would think he was some kind of pervert or something.
At first he was just using his chop sticks, but soon moved to using his fingers. Renji needed to utilize all of his senses. He already had the visual, the aroma, the taste, the sound of his lover’s soft sighs, now he needed the touch. Every time he picked up another piece of food he would gently brush his fingertips along Ichigo’s soft skin. He enjoyed feeling the shiver that would run down Ichigo’s body.
Renji felt so fulfilled, all his senses spiraling through him, into him, around him. He was wrapped in complete pleasure. He had to show Ichigo what this meant to him. Renji moved from his sitting position and laid parallel to Ichigo. He leaned his head towards Ichigo’s ear and whispered, “Ichigo…” Ichigo turned his head towards Renji voice. Their gazes locked, and Renji kissed him. A long, sensuous kiss that left them both breathless, Renji pulled his lips away from Ichigo’s. He lightly grazed them over Ichigo’s cheek softly saying, “I love you, Ichigo.”
Renji sat up leaning over Ichigo’s back. His hand went to the back of his neck and lightly messaged the nape of his neck. His hand tenderly stoked down Ichigo’s spine until he reached the soy sauce container. He heard Ichigo actually whimper from the sensation. Renji picked up the container to remove it, but his hand was slightly shaking and some of the sauce spilled. He bent over and licked the spilled substance from Ichigo’s skin. His tongue continued down into slit of Ichigo’s ass. Renji’s hands grasped his ass cheeks separating them and followed down the ravine until he reached the soft rim. Renji’s tongue circled around and plunged into the orifice.
Ichigo cried out, “Oh God!”
Renji lifted his head, “Liked that, huh?”
“God, Yes!” Ichigo gasped.
Renji reached over and grabbed another container of his take out and the discarded chop sticks.
“Ichi”, Renji said, “It’s time for the second course.”