Take Out

AUTHOR: Gabby0214
TITLE: Take Out Chapter 4
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


*Dedicated to my beta: Vindictivefreak*

Take Out
Chapter Four


With well used and sedated bodies, Renji and Ichigo took turns trying to clean each other off. They both realized quickly that it was a losing battle. Admitting defeat, which neither one of them liked to do, they headed to the bathroom.

On their way down the hall, Renji turned to Ichigo, and said, “You’re a very dirty boy aren’t cha?”

Ichigo replied, “Only when you come over and play, Ren!”

The double meaning of the sentence was not lost to Renji, and he chuckled. Renji’s mind drifted to the night’s activities. He couldn’t get over the fact Ichigo agreed to partake in his fantasy, and how Ichigo reacted to his request. He didn’t laugh at me. Well, he laughed, but not at me. He laughed playfully like it was a game. He didn’t make me feel like a freak or nothin, he just simply went along with it cause it was something I wanted to do. I wonder is there something he might want to do. Would he be willing to trust me, does he trust me enough to say somethin’? I’m gonna have ta ask him. How should I… ah, when we’re in bed. He’ll be relaxed and will feel safe, and hopefully, if there is anything he wants, he will tell me, right?

By this time they were already in the bathroom, and Ichigo was adjusting the shower’s water temp. He looked over at Renji, wondering to himself, why’s he so quiet. It’s not like him. Maybe he was just tired. So Ichigo put it out of his mind, and stepped into the shower. Renji quickly followed. The warm water washed over them. Ichigo grabbed the soap and lathered his hands, and placed the soap back.

Renji went to reach for the soap, but Ichigo stopped him saying, “Let me take care of you.”

Renji turned towards Ichigo smiling, Renji wrapped his arms around him, pulling him tight against him, and he leaned his head down and rested it upon Ichigo’s shoulder. Ichigo rinsed the soap from his hands, and wrapped one arm around Renji’s back tightening the embrace. With his other hand, he ran his fingers through the wet, soft strands. They stayed like that for a few minutes, and held each other, not saying a word because words could never express what they were feeling.

Renji lifted his head from Ichigo’s shoulder and leaned forward. Ichigo’s hand slipped through his hair and came to rest at the nape of his neck. Renji’s lips lightly brushed Ichigo’s with a feather like caress. Ichigo sighed in contentment and slowly pulled away from the embrace. He once again reached for the soap.

“Renji, turn around,” Ichigo voiced.

Renji turned his back to Ichigo and was facing the shower wall. Ichigo lathered his hands and ran them down Renji’s slick back. He went slowly; his finger tips glided over every inch of Renji’s back tracing his tattoos. Renji moaned in reaction to soft caresses.

“Lift your arms” Ichigo requested.

Renji lifted his arms and placed them above his head, palms to the wall. Ichigo applied more lather, and reached for Renji’s wrists. Ichigo’s hands coasted down around his arms until he reached Renji’s shoulders, then made their way down his sides. His hands came to a still at Renji’s waist. Sighing, Renji’s head dropped forward, his forehead resting on the tiles. Ichigo applied more soap, and slid his hands father down rubbing the suds over Renji’s firm ass, his fingers fanned out to touch as much skin as possible. Ichigo just couldn’t resist and squeezed. Making Renji let out a little yelp.

Ichigo moved forward and whispered in his ear, “I just couldn’t help myself; your ass is just too cute.”

“Didn’t hear me complain did ya” Renji sassed.

“Ya, want more?” Ichigo questioned as he squeezed again.

“I can take what ever ya can dish out, Ichi.” Renji huskily remarked.

“Really, let’s see shall we.” Ichigo countering as his hand slid between Renji’s ass cheeks.

Renji bit his lower lip to keep his self from making any noise. Ichigo’s hand moved over Renji’s entrance, sliding back and forth, while his other hand inched its way around Renji’s hip. The hand glided closely, softly grazing Renji’s arousal, moving to the inner part of his thigh. It stopped right next to Renji’s hard, swollen member. Renji softly whimpered in frustration. Ichigo’s thumb began to draw small circles onto Renji’s sensitive flesh.
While Ichigo’s hands were slowly teasing the hell out of Renji, he didn’t realize that he was equally teasing himself. His mouth got into the act.

He swept his tongue across the intriguing tattoos on Renji’s back, licked and nipped at his skin. Ichigo mind wandered to the first time he saw those tattoos. He took off his gi after we had sparred against one another. Renji’s chest glistened with perspiration, his tattoos a sharp contrast to his toned skin, catching my eye! I couldn’t stop myself from staring at them. I was captivated by them; they beckoned me to touch them, to taste them, to find out how far they went down. They intrigued me, no, they consumed me. He consumed me, his spirit, his soul, his smile. I fell hard, drowned by Renji’s presence. His body is beautiful, his eyes full of passion and love. I was his from that moment on, Only His. I just thank whatever God gave him to me cause I would be lost without him. I love him so fucking much it’s painful. We have come so far, so very far. Renji, you’re mine. Mine, my love, mine always and forever. Ichigo suddenly pulled back, and grabbed Renji around the waist turning him to face him.

“Na…ni?” a startled Renji blurted as he was spun around.

Ichigo moved into him, hand moving to his face and stroking his jaw, his fingers gliding over Renji’s lower lip. Ichigo looked up at him, his eyes peered deeply, and they seemed to penetrate Renji’s very soul. Renji was left breathless. His mind lost all coherent thought, his lips tried to form words, but all was lost to the overwhelming love that pierced his eyes.

“Renji, I love you,” Ichigo whispered as his mouth moved over Renji’s lips. “Love you, love yo…” as their lips came together.

Ichigo put everything he felt into that kiss. He wanted Renji to feel his heart, mind, and soul. And he did something he never done before, he let down all his barriers. Reaching out with his reiatsu, he engulfed Renji in it. Renji’s reiatsu flared and blended with Ichigo’s until they were one. Ichigo’s body nudged Renji back until he was against the shower wall never releasing the kiss.

Ichigo grasped Renji’s arousal and in a deep husky groan, “I want you inside me, Renji…I need you.”

Renji encircled Ichigo’s body with his arms, picking him up. Ichigo wrapped his arms and legs around Renji and brought their bodies closer together. Ichigo’s and Renji’s lips locked against one another, tongues glided, stroked, and twisted with each other in a slow, erotic dance. Their hard members grazed each other and caused each of them to moan. Renji’s grabbed Ichigo’s legs and draped them over his arms. He pushed Ichigo more against the wall and gently, slowly sheathed himself into the tight hot channel of his lover.

“Ya feel so good,” Renji mewed, “so tight, so …”

Their hips moved together in a slow, sensuous rhythm. Moans slipped from their mouths, cries of passion and love expelled into the air, as they came together, body, mind and spirit. Slowly their climax built until it spilled free, and flowed over them in warmth and pleasure. Once they came down from their blissful high, they washed each other off with tender touches and soft caresses. They took pleasure in each other bodies. The water began to turn cold, so Renji shut it off and they proceeded to get out.

Renji and Ichigo took turns drying each other off, and made there way to the bed. Ichigo picked up the lubricant that he had thrown down on the bed earlier, and placed it back underneath the pillows. Renji pulled down the sheet and blanket, and crawled to the side of the bed closest to the window. He reached out his hand to Ichigo. Their hands came together, fingers interlocking. Renji tenderly pulled his lover into his warm embrace. Their arms leisurely encircled one another. They felt the rhythm of each others steady heart beats. Ichigo reached for the covers, and covered their bodies. He snuggled his head under Renji’s chin, both men felt complete, they started to drift into sleep.

“Ichi,” Renji delicately whispered.

“Umm, nani?” mumbled Ichigo.

“I was wonderin’ …?” Renji voice trailed off.

Ichigo lifted his head to view his lover.

“Nani," Ichigo inquired again.

“I was wonderin’ if ya had anything you would like for me to do?” pried Renji.

“Huh, Ren.” a bewilder Ichigo responded.

“Do ya have any fantasy that, ya know, want met?” he shakily asked.

“Renji, nani…I …ahhh, I’m not … ah…sure,” stumbled Ichigo uncomfortably pulling away from Renji, and glanced down embarrassed by the subject.

“It’s okay if ya don’t want to tell me, I understand, just forget about it.” Renji softly spoke.

Ichigo glanced back at Renji and saw the sadness in formed in his eyes, and voiced,” No, it’s alright I’m just, well, a little embarrassed that’s all.”

“Nothin’ to be embarrassed about.” stated Renji. “I want to please ya, I love ya, boke.”

Ichigo smiled and leaned forward, and started to whisper into Renji’s ear. Renji’s eyes went wide, his eyebrows raised at what he heard from the strawberry.

“Really?” he questioned as he pulled back.

“Uh huh,” smirked Ichigo.

“Well, we’ll just have to see to it won’t we?” grinned Renji.

“Sounds good to me.” muttered Ichigo as he cuddled into Renji.

Peace, comfort, and trust settled over them as the fell into deep slumber.


*More to come in the Sequel Ichigo’s Cravings