Surprise

AUTHOR: Gabby0214
TITLE: Surprise! Chapter 7
RATING: M/ NC 17
PAIRING: RenIchi and other pairings
WARNING: Language, Sexual Innuendo, Boy Sex, Yaoi
SUMMARY: Ichigo’s 20th Surprise Birthday, To sleep! Perchance to dream…
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 20.
ADDITIONAL INFORMATIION: Karin in this story is 18, I know she would not be 18, but please understand I added her to the story after already coming up with Ichigo’s age. What can I say Writer’s Liberties, I guess.
BETA BY: Vindictivefreak

Tennak;
This is almost making me embarressed! Ah well! Then I will just pretend that you're writing this wonderful story for me alone!
I was so happy about your shot idea - it works really well that he starts by remembering dead friends - I was very touched. And then giving his friends a special shot to go with them individually! Great idea!
Grimmjow and Rukia = interesting combo, looking forward to see what you can do with that!
I really like your adult version of Orihime - thanks for making her that way!
I can't wait to see the orangehead + the redhead on the dancefloor together!
Once again - thanks for the story and that you're sharing!

Thanks for the wonderful review! I appreciate it! There's a lot more to come! Enjoy!


Surprise
Chapter Seven

The laughter started to die down, and the crowd had begun to disperse. Leaving Karin, Ichigo, and Renji alone at the bar, they ordered some more drinks. Another Pina Colada for Karin, Southern Comfort and Coke for Ichigo, and another Long Island Ice Tea for Renji, he liked them.

“Can ya show us some moves, Ichigo” Renji asked. He was really interested in seeing what Ichigo could do.

“Are you kidding, Ichigo hasn’t done ballet, in years.” Karin stated turning to Renji.

“Well, that’s not really true, Karin.” Ichigo said in a soft voice, his head lowered over his drink.

“Nani, Ichi-nii, you still dance?” asked Karin in a hush tone so only they would hear. She looked at her brother with curiosity.

Ichigo looked at her slightly blushing and replied, “I, uh, never really gave it up. I just told ya guys I did. It was just too embarrassing, ya understand don’t cha, Karin?”

Karin nodded her head in understanding. “Ai, Ichi-nii, but I wish you would have said something. I know it was embarrassing and all, but you were really good at it. Amazing actually! You kicked Yuzu and my asses, and we’re rather good.”

“Arigato Karin, that means a lot to me.” Reaching his hand out and taking hers. Karin smiled at the sweet gesture.

“So you’re saying you can still do ballet, Ichigo?” Renji sincerely asked, catching Ichigo’s attention. Renji was staring at his drink, swirling his straw around and around, making the ice cluck together in a mini twister. Ichigo glanced at him. Renji lifted his head to hear Ichigo’s answer. Ichigo studied Renji, trying to see if the red head was really sincere or not. He really does seem interested, he thought to himself. Hold on, Renji is interested in me?

So he answered, “Hai, Renji, I can. It relaxes me, and not much else does.” Ichigo’s fingers started to lightly drum on the side of his glass, his eyes following the movement of his fingers. Ichigo stopped drumming on the side of his glass, and wrapped his hand around his drink. Lifting it to his lips to take a small sip of his Southern Comfort and Coke, and placed it back down on the counter. He turned his head to Renji, “And believe it or not it’s one kick ass work out,” his eyes stare more intense. Ichigo’s fingers began drumming again. “I also found that my dancing classes helped me with sparring. If you think about it, it’s like a dance between you and your opponent.” Ichigo frankly stated looking Renji in the eye.

“So you can show me something.” Renji looked away from the intense gaze coming from the strawberry.

“You really want ta see me do ballet, Renji, you’re not bustin on me are ya?” not fully trusting the red headed shinigami. Renji head swiveled back to Ichigo with an irritated expression.

“Ichigo, I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want ta see it”. Looking him directly in the eyes.

“I really don’t want to.” Ichigo glanced at his drink and back at Renji. “It’s personal, kay. It’s bad enough ya guys now know. I don’t need any more shit from all of ya.” Ichigo took large gulp from his glass.

“What other types of dancing do you know, Ichigo.” Renji was very curious. He liked that fact that Ichigo was being so open with him.

“You name it, I could probably do it” Ichigo shrugged. “I have a knack for it.”
Ichigo had an idea; maybe I can use this to my advantage. I have his attention; why not make the most of it.

“Renji,” Ichigo said putting his glass down on the countertop, “ya know there are other advantages to being able to dance ballet, don’t cha.” with a sly smirk on his face. Ichigo look over at Karin and winked, then turned his attention back to Renji.

“Nani?” Renji responded curiously.

“Well, one advantage is it keeps ya very toned, two it strengthens the muscles, and three it increase your flexibility. Let me show ya.”

Ichigo stood up, pushed his stool behind him, and held on to the side of the bar with one hand. Facing Renji, he placed his feet opposite of each other. In one swift, fluid movement, Ichigo sideways kicked his leg, raising it from the hip, straight into the air. His leg was parallel with his ear.* Ichigo released the hand holding the side of the bar. He gracefully swung his arm over and behind his head catching the ankle of his fully extended leg. Ichigo pulled his leg farther back and tucked his ankle behind his neck.

“Fuck,” Renji’s mouth dropped open, his eyes blinked a few times. As though he couldn’t believe what his eyes were really seeing. Ichigo stood there with one leg on the ground and the other wrapped behind his neck. After a few moments of just staring at the strawberry, his eyes slowly rose to Ichigo’s. Their eyes met and locked in place.

Karin sitting behind Ichigo felt the waves of heat passing between the two men. She casually cleared her throat to catch their attention. Both men looked over at her and she said, “I think you have an audience”, indicating the others in their group. Ichigo released his ankle from behind his neck, his leg came back down to rest on the floor.

“Shit, what the fuck, wow, ouch, how did he…,” was heard coming from the others who had seen his little show.

Ichigo pushed his stool back to the bar and sat down turning his back on his audience. He didn’t care about their reactions; he only cared about the reaction from the redhead sitting next to him. Ichigo glanced at Renji, and what he saw made him grin. Maybe, I do have a chance, he thought. Renji just sat there in a dazed stupor. Ichigo knew he had ignited the flame, now he had to keep it burning.

“What do ya think, Renji? Ya think I’m flexible enough?” Ichigo asked, but no reply was given back. Renji continue to stare into space.

Renji closed his eyes and started thinking, I can’t take anymore! Goddd! He just…he can… what else can he do? Those thoughts scattered, when his mind thrust him into his vivid imagination. Very explicit, erotic images started playing in Renji’s head. Placing Ichigo in ‘interesting positions’ under him, above him, laying down, standing up, on all fours, legs bent, straight, wrapped in different ways using the flexibility he just witnessed. And in every way possible, Renji taking full advantage of Ichigo’s new found out ability. If that wasn’t bad enough, the audio kicked in to go along with his graphic imagination. Moaning, pleading, groaning, panting, screams of pleasure, sighs of passion, and the sound of slapping of skin pounding into each other. His name beginning repeated over and over. Ren…Renji… Rrrrenjiiii!

“Renji, yo Renji!” Ichigo said, but still there was no reaction from the redhead. Ichigo was becoming concerned. He leaned into Renji, grasped his face with both hands. And shout his name, “Renji!”

Renji opened his eyes when he heard his name shouted, and was taken back by the image he saw. Ichigo face was right in front of his own, all he had to do was move forward an inch and he would be able to touch the one he desired for so long. He couldn’t stop him self from separating that small distance. Maybe it was the erotic images that were running through his head mere moments before, or the fact he could not deny his love anymore. He didn’t know, he didn’t care, all he did know was that he had to, needed to, taste those pink, moist lips!

He slowly, oh so slowly, moved forward and gently placed his lips on the one’s before him. They were so soft, like flower petals brushing his skin, they tasted so sweet! His tongue slipped through his lips and lapped at the delicious flavor, gliding back and forth across his love’s lower lip asking for entrance. Renji wanted more, had to have more, he wanted to lose himself in that delicious mouth. He whimpered in frustration.

When Ichigo’s lips slightly parted, Renji did not hesitate, he thrust his tongue through. There was no gentleness now, there was only hunger. Ichigo’s tongue slide across his, Renji let out a ravenous moan upon the contact. Their tongues were twisting and gliding with each other in a dance of their own. Renji grasped and clung to Ichigo. He dragged him closer, needing to feel his love in his arms. Ichigo’s arms surround him and pulled them in even closer to each other. Their kiss deepened further, tongues stroking, tasting, and exploring their mouths. Suddenly Renji broke from the passionate kiss, slightly pulling away from the tight embrace, and he gazed at the man in front of him, his eyes searching, scanning the others face. Renji’s attention came to rest upon those chocolate orbs that were filled with desire and passion.

Renji had to let Ichigo know how he felt. He had denied himself for far too long. “I’ve waited so long, Ichi, so long for ya. I’ve wanted to tell ya how I felt, but I couldn’t. You were so young and ya were dealing with so much, I just couldn’t do that to ya. I love you, Ichigo. I’ve always have. I can’t live without ya anymore. When you’re with me I feel whole, everyday that passes without ya, I feel emptier inside. I want ya, Ichigo. I need ya, you complete me!”

Ichigo smiled back at him, his hand reaching for Renji’s face, his fingertips caressed his cheek and said “Renji, I love you, too.”

Ichigo moved forward and capture Renji’s lips in a tender kiss, Renji’s eyes fluttered closed. In the back of his head Renji could still hear Ichigo yelling his name, it didn’t make any sense. It didn’t match the tenderness of his kiss. Wait Ichigo was kissing him, not yellin his name, what the hell? What was goin on? Renji forced his eyes open!

Suddenly his eyes burst wide open, and he jerked from Ichigo’s grip! Renji was in a state of shock. What the fuck just happened? His eyes darted from Ichigo to the floor back to Ichigo. His hands grasped at the sides of his thighs holding on for dear life. He slammed his eyes shut trying to get a grip of himself. It was all a dream, a motherfuckin’ dream, a motherfuckin’ hot as hell dream. That kiss, that dream kiss, was so…, his mind reeled. It wasn’t real, none of it was real.

His head dipped down towards his lap. Releasing the tight grip he had on his pants, he raised one of his quivering hands to cover over his eyes. Renji’s head dipped a bit farther down. A few seconds later, his body started to relax, his mind and body recovering from the shock to his system. He removed his hand from over his eyes, opening them, and lifted his head. They were met by a concerned and confused stare.


Ichigo stood there and watched Renji’s body reactions, and tried to figure out what the hell just happened. It was as though Renji was in a state of shock, but what had caused such a tense reaction. And why was Renji looking at him with sadness and loss. “Renji, ya okay. What happened?” Ichigo asked with concern in his voice.

Renji reached behind his neck, lightly massaging it, “I’m fine, Ichigo.” he finally answered.

“What was that, ya wouldn’t respond to me, ya bastard.” Ichigo stated.

“I don’t know, musta passed out or somethin’, been kinda tired an all. Not a lotta rest for a cap’n, ya know. I think I’ll go outside and get some fresh air,” he said as he stood up and started walking to the door.

“Not alone you’re not, I’ll come with ya.” Ichigo grabbed his arm as he walked by.
Renji stopped and looked at Ichigo.

“I don’t need ya help.” Renji snapped yanking his arm away from Ichigo. Renji needed to get away from him, the pain from the loss of his dream was just too much to bear.

“What the fuck, Renji? Why are ya acting this way?” Ichigo snarled.

“I jus…, just leave me the fuck alone.” Renji snapped and stormed out.

“God, dammit, what just happened?” Ichigo muttered out loud.

Rukia saw just what took place and quickly went over to Ichigo. “Ichigo, are you just going to stand there or are you going to go after him?”

“Shut up you don’t have to tell me what to do.” Ichigo grunted “And why do ya want me to go after that bastard?”

“It’s not what I want that matters right now, it’s what you want that does.” replied Rukia. Rukia shook her head and continued saying to him. “Ichigo, I know all about it. What are you afraid of? Are you a man whose resolve is so easily broken?! Are you afraid of rejection? Or are you afraid of the love inside of you?”

Ichigo just stood there and staring at her, contemplating what she was saying to him.

“If you are afraid of rejection, then overcome it. If you are afraid of the love you hold, then release it! Even if you believe in no one else, stand tall and shout it out loud! That’s the kind of man I know you are!” Rukia proclaimed.

Ichigo looked her directly in the eye responding, “I told you to be quiet. Here I go!” as he started to walk to the door. *


• From the Fifth ‘Foot’ Position into A Grand Battement a la Seconde (Large Kick to the side). The tuck behind the neck, I made up. Do not know if it would work or not, I believe it is feasible though with a small rotation of the leg. I am not a ballet dancer, this was based on research. If my research if faulty. Please let me know. Here is a link to show you the move so you have a better visual. The side kick is the one I am referring to. http://www.abt.org/education/dictionary/terms/battement_grand.html .
• Monolog from Episode 115 The Shinigami Who Came. Alter to fit context.