Immortal Coil

Review Replies- Usmorgan: Poor Ichigo… always the one wearing the apron, and never the one forcing someone else into it.
VuduPins: Beware all when Ichi is drunk.
MasterAkira: Why beat them off with a stick when he can use his zanpakuto!
VioletEyes: You can always tell the ‘sweet’ semes because they’re the ones that don’t take advantage, unlike others. *cough Kenpachi cough*
Xgangsofsiax: Thanks!
Kai: Because the vizards are too cool for poker. Yeah.
Nusku: Do not fear, there will be sex in the future!
Yakumo: Kensei was ready to start something when that happened… lulz
Bluesake: You’re added now =D

Beta’d by Warrior Nun who has my many thanks.

Immortal Coil: Chapter 4

Ichigo woke up the next morning with a killer headache. He didn’t want to get out of bed but he wanted to find something to take away the pain. So he stumbled out of bed- making a face as he saw the bowl from last night- and staggered down the hall to find somebody that could either stop the pain or put him out of his misery.

“How are you this morning?” Shinji was looking way too smug and awake.

“Gh…”

“What was that Ichigo?”

“Tell me you have aspirin or something…” Ichigo pulled back one of the kitchen chairs and slumped into it.

“Poor Ichigo.” Shinji said mockingly and nudged his coffee over to Ichigo who gratefully took it and gulped it down.

“That’s like an indirect kiss you know.”

Ichigo mustered up the energy to glare at Renji who was also looking far too smug and awake.

“I didn’t do anything stupid last night, did I?” Ichigo asked Shinji.

“You mean more then usual?”

Ichigo averted his glare Shinji who grinned widely and tapped his chin, pretending to think.

“Let me see, well you were absolutely awful at Go-Fish…”

“What?” Ichigo tried to remember even playing the game. He frowned at memories of taking his clothes off and then Renji taking him to bed. Then nothing. He assumed he had simply passed out.

“Morning, punk.” Kensei entered the kitchen and flopped in the chair next to Ichigo and put his feet up on the table.

“Hiyori is going to kick your ass if she sees you doing that.” Shinji commented.

Kensei snorted but put his feet down and got up to make himself some breakfast. Ichigo turned green as the smell of bacon and eggs filled the kitchen. “You want some, Ichigo?”

Ichigo covered his mouth and fled the kitchen leaving Kensei to frown and stare after him. “Was it something I said?”

“Don’t you remember what you were like before you got used to drinking?”

Renji said with a laugh and grabbed the toast Kensei was making for Ichigo.

“No, that was hundreds of years ago.”

“I guess that makes you even more of a pedophile.” Renji said good-naturedly, but there was a hint of fire to his words as he remembered the way Kensei looked at Ichigo.

“A pedophile is a pedophile, Renji.” Kensei shot at him. Shinji watched, his eyes flicking between them in slight amusement.

“He’s 16! That’s legal if I wanted to do something with him. Not that I do.” Renji hastily added at the end.

“You know I thought at first that Ichigo might want you back, but a complete idiot like you wouldn’t recognize that.”

“What do you mean by that?” Renji growled, his eyes already turning as he stared heatedly at Kensei.

“Tch, it doesn’t matter now. You lost whatever claim you had on him. And I’m not afraid to take what I want. Life’s too long to live with regrets.”

“Don’t you dare touch him.”

Kensei narrowed his eyes at Renji and allowed some of his reiatsu to pulse, forcing Renji to stagger before getting used to it and raising his own.

“Oi…” Shinji frowned, these two were taking this too far and Shinji didn’t want them to fight each other when their tempers were running so high. He was also a little concerned about Ichigo with the way Kensei and Renji were treating him like a possession instead of a person. That would become dangerous when they pulled out their masks because their inner hollows wouldn’t feel things like ‘love’ but they would most certainly feel lust or obsession.

If either of them lost an ounce of control when they wore their masks, then their hollows would take over. If Kensei and Renji were thinking about Ichigo when they did it… Shinji doubted if the hollows would care about Ichigo’s willingness if the only thing they felt was lust and maybe rage. Neither of them nor a combination of them would end well with Ichigo.

This was one of the reasons that vizards very carefully decided who to get intimate with, and never had one night stands…the curse that Aizen Sousuke gave them. It was something they all had to bear, but it was even harder for the ones who had less control.

Shinji sighed as Kensei and Renji began to draw their masks and kicked them both hard in the chest, first Kensei and then Renji. They flew backwards and hit either wall before slipping down.

“If you guys are going to fight with so much pent up frustration and sexual tension you better do it under one of Hachi’s barriers.”

Kensei nodded and looked a bit sorrowful while Renji looked disdainful. Sometimes Shinji could see why Aizen thought of Renji’s temper as useless, but he hated to have anything in common with the fucking bastard so he pushed the thought aside. Maybe someday he would have to see to it, but he had a feeling that something would happen to teach Renji he couldn’t always have what he wanted, or do what he wanted.

…

Ichigo panted as he desperately tried to keep his mask fully formed while fighting off Renji who was attacking him particularly aggressively today. Ichigo hissed as Renji’s sword skimmed his ribs and his mask crumbled.

Renji glared at Ichigo disdainfully and growled. “What the fuck is wrong with you!? You can’t even hold your mask for twelve seconds!”

“Fuck off, Renji, I’m trying my best!”

Renji snorted. “Is that what you’re going to tell your family when you’re standing over their dead bodies? ‘Sorry guys, I tried my best!’?”

Ichigo recoiled at the biting mark and felt his chest throb. Had he really thought he and Renji were getting along? He seemed more intent on hurting Ichigo out of anger for something Ichigo didn’t know about.

“The last thing I want to do is hurt my family.” Ichigo growled and scowled at Renji who snorted and sneered at Ichigo.

“Then try harder.”

“I am!”

“You’re so fucking weak! You can’t protect anybody! You’re going to let your family die!”

Ichigo felt his heart stop as his mind went back to that day so long ago when it couldn’t stop raining. Renji might not have known what happened to his mom and how he felt about it, but it still hurt so much; especially coming from Renji who Ichigo actually liked and trusted.

“Excuse me.” Ichigo muttered and swept past Renji.

Renji opened his mouth to say something and then closed it. He looked guilty, but also a little bit confused. He didn’t understand that sad look on Ichigo’s face or why he had hurt the boy so bad.

Shinji sighed and rubbed the back of his head while the rest of the vizards remained clueless. “Ichigo’s mom was killed by a hollow.” Shinji explained as Urahara had explained to him. “Trying to save him from it, apparently.”

Renji felt like the biggest asshole in the world now. He frowned and tried to reason that he hadn’t known and that he was just trying to get Ichigo to work harder, but he had intended to hurt Ichigo and it worked all too well.

Kensei got to his feet where had been watching Ichigo and Renji fight and quickly found Ichigo in the room they used as their lounging area. Ichigo was still panting a little from anger and exertion from the training as he lay on the ground although it was rough against his bare back, his shirt long since discarded. Renji really confused Ichigo. At times it seemed like he liked Ichigo, and then at others it was like he couldn’t get away from him fast enough.

“You look hot.” Ichigo looked up from where he was laying to see Kensei who walked over and sat behind him.

“Yeah…”

“Here.” Kensei handed him a glass of cold water and Ichigo sat up to gulp it down. Kensei’s eyes followed a bead of water that trickled down his throat and down his chest. Kensei reached out and touched Ichigo’s chest, nearly making Ichigo choke on the water.

“Kensei?”

Kensei said nothing and instead slid his hand over Ichigo’s chest and then up to cup the side of his face. Ichigo stared at Kensei, not moving as he leaned in and kissed Ichigo lightly. Ichigo moaned and his eyes fluttered shut as Kensei slipped his tongue past Ichigo’s lips and deepened the kiss.

Neither of them pulled away for a second as Kensei eased Ichigo back down on the ground and rolled on top of him. Ichigo reached up and ran his fingers through Kensei’s short hair, inhaling sharply as Kensei moved a knee in between his legs.

“What the fuck!?”

Kensei and Ichigo pulled away with a jerk to see Renji staring down at them, looking hurt and pissed.

“Renji!” Ichigo said in surprise and the two got two their feet, both looking flushed.

“Kensei, you bastard…” Renji spat and didn’t give Kensei a chance to do anything before punching him hard, splitting his lip and making him stumble back a few feet.

“What the hell, Renji!?” Ichigo cried. He was confused about what the hell was going on.

Renji stared at Ichigo who took a step back as his eyes narrowed, already black and gold. His reiatsu began to rise as Kensei stepped in front of Ichigo quickly and threw his arms out.

“Back off, Renji!!!”

For a moment Renji looked conflicted and then with one last heated look sent at Kensei, he turned on his heel and ran out the door. Ichigo stared after him, feeling confused and still hurt.

“Renji, wait!”

Ichigo ran after him, leaving Kensei to watch Ichigo leave sadly and wondering why he couldn’t be the one that Ichigo was always chasing after.

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Poor Kensei, all he wants is some love Ichigo! Too bad Renji has already taken all of it.


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