Strawberries and Chocolate

"No, Renji, I'm not going to put it on!" Ichigo's back was too the wall. Where was his soul badge when he needed it, he'd kill to escape his body.

Renji inched ever closer, the frilly dress in hand. "C'mon, Ichi..I already paid alot of money of money for a restaraunt for your family, to keep them out of the house for night." Renji whined, it was almost cute. "...If you do this for me I'll..." Renji thought for a moment.

"I'm not doing it!" Ichigo interrupted. "You wanted your lover to wear a dress, you should've stayed straight!"

Renji pouted. "Pleaase...Ichi..." Renji begged, playing his half assed attempt at puppy dog eyes. "What's your darkest fantasy? You do this for me, and you can consider it done."

Ichigo gave it some thought, his eyes darting up to the ceiling. A dark smile stretched across his features. "Alright, deal."

Renji blinked, an awkward silence spreading between the two of them. "Well...are you going to tell me?"

"Nope. You want me to wear your dress bad enough, you're gonna have to stew on what my fantasy is."

Renji scowled, thought it over, and thrust the dress into Ichigo's hands. "Deal, now go get changed!"

Ichigo took the dress with a bold grin, thoughts of what he was going to have Renji do being more than enough comfort to get him through this experience. "Hehehe." His laugh unnerved even the steely Renji.

Ichigo stepped into the bathroom, stripped off his clothing, and stared at his scarred body in the mirror. Ichigo ran a seductive hand down his firm body, checking himself out in the mirror. "Not bad..."

Ichigo then looked at the dress, not even sure how to begin putting it on.

Renji sat on the living room couch heart beating in anticipation, his cock throbbing at just the thought of Ichigo in the skimpy costume. He wasn't sure how he was going to go about ravishing Ichigo's supple body, too afraid of removing the costume off of Ichigo's beautiful frame. He'd find a way.

The bathroom door opened, and Ichigo stepped out, dress fitted perfectly on his body. Renji's jaw dropped, drool escaping his lips. "I-I-Ichi-go..."

The dress was perfect. The maid skirt frilled up like a tutu, the white petitcoat underneath keeping it pushed up high enough for the white cotton panties to be visible. Renji's eyes ran up the black panty hose that outlined Ichigo's slender legs. The white apron contrasted the black dress, and the puffy shoulders cut off short at the upper arms and accentuated Ichigo's pumped biceps. The white collar tied so neatly around his neck. And the final piece of the costume was the kitty cat ears that pushed his bangs back and tucked behind his ears. The outfit was almost made better by the red flush across Ichigo's face.

"W-Well...do you like it?"

Renji's cock throbbed, threatening to burst open his tight jeans.

"I-I..." Renji's words were lost, the outfit far exceeding his expectations. Renji couldn't think of anything but the discomfort in his pants.

Ichigo scooted over to Renji, hands at his front like a maid holds hers when awaiting her lords orders. He dropped down to his knees, and latched his mouth over Renji's clothed erection, dampening the fabric.

"I-Ichi-!" Ichigo lifted off of Renji's clothed sex, licking at it like a hungry kitty.

"My lord...I've completed all the dusting, only need to finish up the polishing." Ichigo uttered with a flushed face, his eyes connecting with Renji's.

Renji's skin heated, sweat beading on his skin from Ichigo's simple statement. "You..little..slutty maid..." Renji breathed out. He yanked Ichigo up by his hair, bending the deputy shinigami over his knee, and pushing up the skirt and petitcoat of the costume.

"Lord Renji!" Ichigo cried out, only to have Renji swat his ass.

"Quiet, bitch!" Renji tugged down the cotton white panties just enough to expose his tanned bottom. "I gave you no permission to touch my cock." Renji laid down a series of swats on Ichigo's bum, each one eliciting a tiny cry from Ichigo's mouth that drove Renji wilder, encouraging further swats until Ichigo's poor ass was red and raw.

Ichigo sobbed, his erection straining the cotton white panties still trapping his cock, a very visible outline and the head of his cock protruding out of the top of the panties. "M-Master..." Ichigo cried out, tears leaking from his eyes because of his punishment.

Renji pulled Ichigo up, sitting Ichigo on his knees like a mall Santa Claus. Renji traced Ichigo's lips with his finger, Ichigo's mouth opening, his tongue slipping out to wrap around Renji's finger. "My little vixen..." Renji kissed away the light tears on Ichigo's face.

Ichigo's fingers ran under the hem of Renji's t-shirt, lifting it up, only for Renji to swat them away. "No slut, don't touch without permission."

Ichigo slid off of Renji's lap, purposely grinding his tight bottom against Renji's burning need, Renji moaning as the friction burned his insides. Ichigo slid down to the floor, bowing his head and kissing Renji's exposed foot. "Please master...don't make the slut beg to see his lords beautiful body...to clean those beautiful tattoos with his unworthy tongue."

Ichigo just bumped up Renjis arousal by an extra 20 points, and he was already through the roof. Renji shredded himself of his shirt, exposing his upper body too Ichigo's hungry eyes.

Ichigo placed his hands on Renji's solid hips, kissing Renji on his lower stomach, kissing a wet trail up Renji's body, tracing his tattoos with his slender tongue.

"Like the taste of me, slut?" Renji growled, Ichigo's eyes glanced up at him, hazed with lusty desire.

"Love your taste..." Ichigo's teeth captured a pert nipple. "...Your smell, and the way you talk dirty too me." Ichigo's mouth played with the nipple, Renji purring at Ichigo's ministrations.

Renji grabbed Ichigo's collar and yanked him up too him, crushing their lips together, his tongue raping Ichigos inner cavern. Ichigo's head swim with the sheer ferocity of the kiss, unable to fight off Renji's powerful advances.

Ichigo pulled back, breaking their kiss, saliva streaming down his cheek. "L-Lord Renji...."

Renji unbuttoned his jeans, his cock springing from their harsh confines and pressing against Ichigo's bruised ass. "Lube it up...." Renji purred, whispering softly into Ichigo's ear, his hot breathe warming the strawberry blond.

Ichigo ran his hand down Renji's body as he trailed himself downward, Ichigo grasping the base of Ichigo's erection and breathing down the tip. He ran a teasing tongue down the side of Renji's burning erection, completely wetting Renji's cock with his tongue before his mouth ever even touched Renji's cock.

Ichigo opened his mouth, and completely engulfed Renji's length, moving his hand and swallowing it down to the root, Renji's scarlet curls tickling his nose. Ichigo sucked his masters cock like a good concubine, emulating the strength of a vacuum cleaner with his throat. Ichigo curled his lips behind his teeth, picking up a few tips from Renji in regards to sucking cock, for one thing, teeth hurt the dick.

Ichigo loved the feel of Renji's thick meat in his hot cavern, always finding himself most turned on whenever Renji's cock was buried in his mouth. He was just starting to set a rhythm for bobbing his head up and down Renji's cock whenever Renji yanked his head off, knocking the kitty ears off of Ichigo's head.

"I'd love to blow a nice load in your fuckable mouth dear...but..." Renji grabbed Ichigo's waist and lifted him up, slipping down the panties to Ichigos ankles, and hovering Ichigo's man hole just above his standing need.

Renji released Ichigo's hips, and dropped Ichigo on his cock, impaling him in a matter akin to Vlad on his burning sex. Ichigo screamed out, wrapping his arms around Renji's neck, lifting up his hips, and dropping them back down. He continued this rhythm of rocking his hips, face buried in Renji's neck, his firy red hair mingling with Ichigo's orange.

"Ichigo..." Renji growled. "Ichigo look at me." Renji tipped Ichigo's chin so that they were staring each other eye to eye, Ichigo captured the rocking Ichigo's lips with his, the kiss less heated, and more tender than Renji's usual kisses that Ichigo loved. Renji's sex deep in his bottom, his tongue in his mouth.

"R-Renji!" Ichigo cried out, forgetting his slave role. Renji's hand trailed down Ichigos stomach and dipped under the dress, grasping Ichigo's erection. "Renji!" Ichigo cried out.

Renji began to thrust, along with Ichigo's riding, thrusting up into Ichigo, his cock slamming against Ichigo's nerve bump, and hitting hard enough to knock Ichigo completely off of Renji's cock, only to let the slutty shingami fall back down on it.

"Renji, Renji!" Ichigo cried out again and again, completely filled by Renji's throbbing need. Renji pulled Ichigo off of his cock, flipping Ichigo and his position, bracing Ichigo's back against on the couch, pushing his legs to where his ankles paralleled his ears. Renji grasped Ichigo's hips, pushed back the frilly peticoat and thrust his cock deep within Ichigo's pink heat.

Ichigo arched his back, granting better access to his lieutenant lover, his screams erupting like tidal waves.

Renji thrust in and out of Ichigo's puckering hole, Ichigo's hole almost sucking in Renji's whole body with it's need. "Damn Ichi, settle a little. You're gonna squeeze my cock off if you don't relax." Ichigo took in three deep breathes, ragged and unfocused, in a weak attempt to relax.

Renji filled Ichigo, and pulled Ichigo into a tender hug. "Just calm down..." Ichigo's depth's loosened, and Renji resumed his fucking, thrusting out, and back inside of Ichigo. "There you go my little strawberry."

Ichigo's nails dug into Renji's bare back, raking light cuts across Renji's back. "Renji!" Renji's hand on his erection, and Renji's cock buried within his heat.

It pushed Ichigo over the edge, his hole clenched, his body shook, and his orgasm raked through his body, splattering against the inner folds of the slutty maid outfit.

The tightening heat against his cock pushed Renji over the edge. Renji pulled his cock from Ichigo's bottom, just in time for his jizz to squirt on Renji's bottom. Renji shot his thick seed across Ichigo's face, and recolored the black portions of the outfit.

Ichigo went limp, panting as Renji snuggled up next to him and rested his chin on top of Ichigo's head. "Love you, strawberry."

Ichigo's kissed Renji's adams apple. "Love you too...baboon butt..."

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"Wait!" Matsumoto dodged the paper weight. "C-Captain, don't be mad but..." Another paper weight.

"Matsumoto!!!" Toshiro flared.

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Just ending on a bit of comedy. Again, thanks for all the reviews, it always lights me up seeing all of you people finding my work hot, which is good because it's what I set out to accomplish.

Time for honesty. I'm not real sure what I want Ichigo's fantasy to be yet. If you guys have any fun ideas, let me know. I'm not trying to make you guys do my work, but...I dunno. Anything you wanna read, I'll do my best to accomplish it. Anyways, later guyz.