[Dicontinued] Fire and Ice

Title: Fire and Ice

Author: BrucesGirl and R. Brightside

Pairings: Kurosaki Ichigo/Kuchiki Byakuya (Hints of Other Pairings)

Summary: Ichigo is called to replace Renji as Vice Captain temporarily. Sparks fly between Byakuya and Kurosaki, and they aren’t necessarily the nice sparks.

Warnings: Yaoi, Anal, UST, Angst SPOILERS FOR THIS CHAPTER

Disclaimer: We don’t own Bleach or Ichigo or Byakuya because we are not Kubo Tite. If we were guys, this wouldn’t be half as much fun.

Chapter 19: The Mongrel and His Quincy

Meanwhile, Renji’s fingers were curling and uncurling against his yakuta as he tired to sleep on the futon with Ishida’s back pressed tight against his side. He stared at the ceiling quietly, a bead of sweat dropping off his brow. “Damn, ‘Shida. Your dad sounds hella sexy when he comes.”

"Only my pride." Ryuken snapped, afterglow disappearing as he heaved Isshin onto the floor, aiming a kick at him for extra measure. "And you can stay down there until I say you can come back up." The Quincy glared at him, and then wrapped the sheets around him with his back turned to the Shinigami. "And you can think about what you've done and how you can make up for it, too."

Ishida Uryuu, at the words of Renji, snapped. He looked about ready to throttle the life out of the redhead as he loomed above him, glaring with his glasses sliding comically down his nose. “Make another comment about my father, and I’ll throttle you, Renji.”
It had been disturbing enough that he’d had to listen to his father’s scream of pleasure – and that it had been Isshin to make him scream like that. He shivered, turning his back on Renji in a disgusted sulk.

Renji’s face turned nearly wolfish as he grinned at Ishida, and he ran his fingertips down his side. “You know…we’ve never gone that far. Do you sound as sexy as he does when you’ve got someone buried in your ass?” Renji’s voice lowered to a seductive purr, and impishly, one of his hands slid to caress one of the Quincy’s ass cheeks. “I’ve always wondered what you looked like on your knees.”

Isshin let out a roar of laughter, and as soon as Ryuken had rolled over, he grabbed the sheets he was wrapped up in, man and all, and he yanked him down onto the floor on top of his chest, and he mumbled quietly into his ear. “Then just sleep against me for now, and while you’re keeping me warm, Ishida-kun, I’ll think of a way to make it up to you in the morning.”

Ishida shivered, his eyes closing as his hand went to meet Renji's - only to smack it hard enough to make his palms sting. "I'm going to pretend that you are /NOT/ aroused by a practically public display of my father's, Renji, and you are going to play along too. Hands OFF." He hissed, taking on the personality qualities of a very, very pissed off cat. Although, he rolled over a bit more when he realized that he had gotten aroused by Renji’s ministrations.

Ryuuken hit Isshin's chest with as much of a fist as he could make, glaring at him. "I am /not/ amused. So wipe that stupid grin off your face, Kurosaki Isshin." He spat, trying to best to struggle away from him, but his arms were too weak to do so. "You bastard." The Quincy snarled, curling up on top of his lover with a certain
alexshinra: degree of affection in his voice. "Good night."

Renji smirked and leaned over his conquest, his hair freed from its binds and spilling out over his shoulders in a fiery curtain of silk. “Whatsa matter, ‘Shida? You sure liked it enough today in the garden when I touched you.” He reached around to grope Ishida only to find him aroused just as much as he was, and Renji smirked. “C’mere, ‘Shida.” He hauled the boy to his front so that they were spooning, back to chest, and he began to stroke Ishida insistently through his pants. “What’s wrong with your pops getting it on with Kurosaki-taicho? You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy listening to him scream like that…”

Ishida squirmed and batted the hand away, able to feel Renji's arousal through his pants. "Renji, I'll damn well castrate you if you bring up my father ONE MORE TIME." He spat, turning his head to glare at the red head. "I'll kick you out of this room if you mention him one more time, I swear." The hand snaked around to stroke him again, and he whimpered softly, unable to hold back from the much-needed touch. "I'll only let you do this... if you don't make ANY refferences to Ryuken... WHATSOEVER."

Renji pressed heated kisses to the back of Ishida’s neck and then to the side, his soft, lilting voice whispering into Ishida’s ear. “I’m sorry… I can’t help it. He screams so pretty.” His hand deftly pulled the button on Ishida’s pants, something he’d never been able to do before he’d gone to the Real World, and he slid his hand in, grasping the boy’s erection and stroking gently. “You like it light, doncha ‘Shida? That’s what you were whimperin’ about in the garden…” He stroked lightly, his breath hot and sticky against the Quincy’s neck, his teeth nibbling the sensitive skin behind his ear. “So…just out of curiosity…How much experience have you had screamin’ someone’s name, eh?”

"I /WILL/ kick you out, Renji." Ishida ground out, his back arching at the touch in order to get more. "I have no experience.... you... you know that, so don't... ask crude questions..." He trailed off into a breathy moan, the feeling simply too much to resist. "Oh, Gods..." He whimpered, gritting his teeth and rubbing against Renji's body with his own, his ass rubbing against the red-head's concealed erection and his teeth gritting against the noises that threatened to come to the surface. No - he would remain silent.

“Don’t stop whimpering.” Renji whispered into his ear heatedly. “I like when you make noise.” He tightened his hand around Ishida’s erection and began to pump him more earnestly, growling out in pleasure as the boy rubbed his body against his like a satiated cat. “God, you are fucking hot…” Renji moaned. His hand began moving faster, trying to push the Quincy over that edge just before…The moment Ishida’s body began to shiver, Renji stopped, and he flopped to his back with a smirk as he rested his hands on his chest. “Go ahead and kick me out.” He goaded. “It’ll just be you and your hand, and I’m sure you two will get along jus’ fine.”

"Don't you DARE." Ishida was suddenly straddling Renji's hips, desperate for the pleasure. His body was still trembling, and his expression was pleading rather than angry. "Please, Renji... It feels better when you do it." A flush spread across his cheeks, and he found himself trembling even more. "Please, Renji..." The Quincy ran his fingers down the red-head's tattooed chest, deftly working the lapels apart and undoing the obi, shifting back slightly to do so. Impatiently, he wrapped his own hand around his arousal, so desperately needing release.

Renji watched quietly, letting himself be touched and groped. When Ishida straddled him, he raked his eyes down the boy’s bare chest and then his long legs encased in those silk, white pants, and a soft smile came to his face. The boy reached for his own arousal and began to stroke it fervently, and it was then that Renji knocked his hand away. “Stop it. You can wait to do that.” He kept Ishida held down by his hips, and then, he helped the boy stretch and one leg and then the other so that he could pull his pants off, leaving him naked over Renji’s splayed chest. The redhead smirked up at him. “What, ‘Shida…you seem pretty hot. Do you really want me to touch ya that bad?”


Ishida whimpered softly as his hand was knocked away, leaning forwards. "Renji... please, I need it." The Quincy simpered, a shiver travelling up his spine as he rocked his hips back against Renji's arousal, hoping for a better reaction than he had received beforehand. His voice dipped into a soft, pleading whine, trembles still racking his body. "/Please/?" The teen didn't dare do or say anything further - his pride was still quite intact, after all.

Renji arched his hips up and groaned, but an impish smile game to his face. He brushed his fingers up Ishida’s hard arousal before putting his hands behind his head in a relaxed position. “Nope.” He answered with a smirk. When Ishida rocked back again, it nearly shattered his game, but he kept in his position, the same smirk still on his face. “Do what you want…I ain’t movin’. After all… you threatened to kick me out.” His garnet eyes were nearly the color of his thick, red hair in the dim light, and absently, one of his hands came from behind his head and brushed down the rigid, slender lines of Ishida’s abdomen, teasing the skin there. “What would you like me ta’ do with this hand, ‘Shida-kun?”

Ishida whimpered softly as Renji moved his hand over his abdomen, missing his erection on purpose. "There's only a certain amount of time I'm going to play along with this, Renji. My pride hasn't left me yet." The young archer moved his hand behind him, rubbing Renji through the fabric of his pants with his palm. He grasped Renji's wrist, and let it hover over his arousal, and his hand's movements stopped. "Do this for me, and I'll continue." It seemed as if Ishida had only been playing - cold and calculated was his favorite game when it all came down to it.

Renji smirked. Yes, this was the Ishida he knew. He gasped and pressed up into the moving hand, and obligingly, he wrapped his callused, lithe fingers around Ishida’s cock and began to stroke it gently, his touch careful and slow. However, two could play at the game of who would break first, and he sat up, his chest against Ishida’s and he began to whisper in his ear. “I’m going to fuck you, ‘Shida…and you’re gonna scream my fuckin’ name out…and when you do, I’m gonna stroke your cock until you come...” He sped his strokes on Ishida as he whispered the next words. “…then I’m gonna lick it off of your stomach like I licked it off my hand…You liked that, didncha?”

Ishida bit his lip against the noises, but eventually he let his mouth open and muffled his cry of release into Renji's neck, his toes curling as he spilt himself over the red-head's hand. "Oh, Gods..." He pulled Renji from his haori, and trembled as he slid further back to ran both hands over it, so close that his breathing created a warm air around it, but not close enough to lick it. He looked up expectantly at the redhead, his deft fingers caressing him clumsily. Noting that the wasn't going to get a reaction any time soon with just that, he leaned forwards and licked just off one side of the head, not eager to taste Renji's seed any time soon.

Renji almost smiled at the Quincy’s obvious innocence, and he scooped up some of Ishida’s seed from his own stomach and licked it off his fingers, and cleaned his own hand, watched the actions of the boy. When his warm tongue ghosted up the side of Renji’s arousal, the redhead moaned softly and bucked his hips up slightly, searching for the pleasure that was promised him. He brushed his fingers through the dark hair and then gingerly pulled his glasses off, and setting them to the side, he tilted Ishida’s chin up. “You’re gonna have to taste me sometime, ‘Shida.” He whispered. “I promise…it’s not as bad as you think.” He urged his mouth towards the head of his sex. He smiled softly and arched his back alluringly. He chose to use a tactic that was sure to work on Ishida to give him back some confidence and pride. He arched his back and moaned wantonly, and then, a very un-Renji like noise escaped his mouth. He whimpered. “’Sh-Shida-kun…please…”

Ishida scowled at him as his glasses were removed, the world plunged into a chaos of blurred, pixelated color. Without saying anything, he licked at Renji's seed, prepared to grimace at the taste, but amazingly, it didn't taste as bad as he assumed it would be. Besides... it was just bodily fluids. He quirked a brow up at Renji, and then wrapped his lips around the arousal infront of him, sucking softly. This was so utterly degrading.

“So good…” Renji actually whimpered again, and his fingers buried themselves in Ishida’s downy soft hair and massaged gently. “Stop looking at me with those pissed off eyes, Uryuu-kun.” He whispered. “You’re so beautiful doing that.” Renji arched up into the mouth again, his hips bucking forward slightly, but he stopped himself from being too violent. He didn’t want to gag his lover on his first tries. He could feel his orgasm rapidly approaching, and he pulled Ishida off of him just as he cried out Ishida’s name and his seed shot out onto his rigid stomach in silken white arcs. “Ah, Gomen, ‘Shida. It’s been a while…since someone’s done that to me.”

Ishida rubbed his sore scalp with a slight frown. "At least you had the decency to pull me up." He murmured, his frown fading and his arms wrapping around Renji's neck, blue eyes closing softly. He had the time, now, to bask in his previous orgasm, the last tendrils of ecstasy beginning to sweep away. He seriously doubted that Renji's orgasm was going to stop him from wanting sex, but wishful thinking was always nice.

Renji could feel Ishida’s hesitation like a beacon, and it bothered him. “Oi, ‘Shida.” He tilted Ishida’s chin up to look at him in the eyes, and he smoothed back some of his shining, silk spun hair from his magnificent blue eyes. They were so much more defiant and proud than Byakuya’s cold silver depths. He loved the difference between them and he hated it at the same time, and it was these thoughts that made his eyebrows knit as he brushed his fingers across Ishida’s bottom lip. “Ne, ‘Shida. You…don’t want to…do you?” He gazed into his eyes without accusation or demanding, instead, compassion and questions filled his expression as he stroked his fingertips over the Quincy’s cheek.

Ishida sighed softly, his arms loosening around Renji's neck. "It seems sudden. I wouldn't bare a grudge on you or anything... and I wouldn't mind. But it's not something I planned on doing before." He buried his face into the side of the red-head's neck, and his voice was slightly muffled, but clear for the most part. "I wouldn't tell you to stop unless it hurt too much." He opened his eyes ever so slightly, the blurriness of everything around him making him feel strange. He barely ever went without his glasses, and when he did, the world was alien. The Quincy lifted a hand to stroke at the skin of Renji's neck, the skin strangely soft beneath his fingertips.

Renji thought for a moment, and then, he leaned forward to press his lips to the Quincy’s brow, letting a soft grunt escape his lips. “K’ ‘Shida-kun. We don’t hafta do anything tonight.” The redhead was satisfied for the time being with the Quincy’s gentle ministrations to his body, and he could find nothing better than holding the boy against his body at the moment, so he stifled his baser instincts to woo the Quincy into giving him the ultimate gift of his innocence. He pulled Ishida firmly against his side and wrapped his arms around the young man, the Quincy’s head resting on his chest. As he began to fall asleep, a strange peace settled in his heart. Surely this wouldn’t end bitterly.

Up Next: Chapter 20: The Finality of Love

His fingertips found purchase in the sheets next to him, and his back arched against Ichigo, his head falling more firmly back against his shoulder as the coil snapped and he came. His voice escaped his throat in a low, seductive cry that carried his lover’s name on it, and he arched sharply, his breath coming in sharp pants against Ichigo’s neck. “I-Ichigo…A-Aishiteru…”

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