Life Before Death

[Skip this, it's just intro] I'm back! The semester is over! And the crazy cosplay making and what not is over... A few exciting things: One, my mom's real dad's sister did a geneology thing and I found out I'm related to Alexander the Great.... Sort of..... pissed myself there.... And also Princess Diana, but who cares. XD The second thing is........ Last weekend (Anime Oasis Convention weekend).... I had dinner with Johnny Young Bosch. Me and two friends... and his drummer, Maurice, who is (HOT), and Michael Coleman. It was awesome. For those who don't know, he does the English voice for Ichigo... needless to say... I feel like I've crossed some inappropriate boundary that should not have been crossed. Although I usually only watch the Japanese ones, so that makes me feel better. He was also the second black Power Ranger, after they realized that the black, red and yellow rangers probably should not have been played by a black guy, an Indian, and an Asian. XD He also played Vash, Kaneda, and Lelouch. The end, happy days. ON WITH THE SHOW! I promise there is PLENTY of smut in this chapter. I was pretty pleased. ~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:THE STORY IS DOWN HERE! XD~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~: Chapter VIII For almost a week now, Ulquiorra had been far more elusive than Ichigo was used to. He was irritable too. After the new arrancar Ichigo fought, Ulquiorra remained missing for the night. No one knew where he was. When he did return, he was too vague about where he'd been. Ichigo had straightened Urahara's stock, done inventory, tested new products, cleaned the rain gutters and roof, and much more. But he hadn't seen Ulquiorra helping out in any way. He hoped it was because Urahara was performing extensively harsh experiments on the hollow, although that may have been more Mayuri's method than the shop owner's. On the other hand, the boy was beginning to miss his family. He'd always missed them, but he actually wanted to return home now. He was torn between staying at the shop and going back to his own place. Ulquiorra had stopped wearing the gigai that exhausted him so much, so he wasn't really able to exploit the hollow's hole any more. "Kurosaki-kuun!" Urahara strolled in cheerily carrying a large box that held who knows what. "You wouldn't mind helping me out, would you?" The boy looked up from his homework, he hadn't made much progress on it anyway. It was the story he's supposed to be writing. "I need these tagged and stored in the back, and there are some products in here that need to be checked. I want to make sure all of the pieces are there." Ichigo sighed, taking the heavy box. "How many are there?" He asked. "Hopefully around seventy." Urahara help up his fingers to count on, seven sets. "Why doesn't Ulquiorra help at all? He's staying here for free to, right?" Ichigo growled as he walked off with the box. Urahara laughed as the boy left. "At least I waited until the weekend." He called to him from inside. Ichigo sat out on the porch with his mystery box and opened it up to get an idea of his misfortune. He sighed. They were tiny items. Most of them were things that Rukia probably requested. Cute figurines that served some odd function. Most of them were the Chappy the Rabbit that Rukia likes so much; more of those soul capsule containers, and then a few other assorted items with Chappy the Rabbit plastered all over them. If she ordered them, she should be going through them he thought irritably. The boy began to go through the box and remove everything, sorting each product into groups. Every item was in its own group, and similar items were in bigger groups. He growled when he came to the packages that needed checking. They came with a list that said each package was to have twenty items in it. "I have to count a hundred and forty things?! Gah!" He smacked the wooden column on the porch and let his head drop between his knees. He may not have been able to do any writing for school, but he could still think of a better use of his time. "What the hell's all the yelling about?" A tall red headed Renji landed just in front of Ichigo's assortment of goods. It didn't take more than one look for him to figure it out. The fukataicho laughed at Ichigo, glad it wasn't himself in the situation. "Shut up, Renji." Ichigo growled at him, burying his head in the box. "What are you doing here anyway?" He looked up at him curiously, taking the opportunity to procrastinate the task he'd been given. "I was sent here to check out that arrancar you guys ran into." He said, sitting down next to Ichigo "Rukia should be back soon, she's probably being kept by Kuchiki Taicho." He sighed. "So what do they think?" Ichigo said after a while. "About the knew arrancar." "I can't say..." "They won't even let you tell me?" "No, I can't say that I understand it." He rephrased himself. "Mayuri Taicho said that there's no way something that powerful could go unnoticed. They think it's Vasto Lorde." "Great" Ichigo sighed. "That's what Ulquiorra is." He didn't want to have to fight another Ulquiorra. "Aren't a lot of the Espada Vasto Lorde?" Renji asked. "I don't want to think about it." the boy sighed, going back to counting through the first package. Renji sat beside him, amused by the task Ichigo was given. He could see the boy's frustration, and how he got lost in the counting. "Hmm, Rukia was right." He said, standing up before Ichigo. "What?" The boy sounded confused. "She said you're acting weird." "Uh, how so?" "I don't know, you're distracted I guess. She thinks you should go home to your family." The fukataicho, sat down and picked up one of the packages, mimicking Ichigo. "I don't know if I can, it feels weird... but I kinda want to." He said dimly. "Make sure there's twenty in each one." Ichigo pointed out to him. Renji nodded and shook his head. "All the more reason to do it. Besides, you're getting a lot of chores around here, right?" He joked. Ichigo just growled in response. The two of them heard a creak by the door and looked up to find Urahara there. "Ahh, Abarai, good, you're just in time to help Ichigo." "I am helping." He looked annoyed. "If you really want to help him, there's another box full of those packages. I didn't want to give that one to the boy with his schoolwork and what not. You can count it." "..." Renji glared at him, squeezing one of the packages in his hand. "Ah! Careful!" Urahara gasped. Ichigo laughed at them both, feeling a little better. That thought made him wonder if he only felt comfortable any more around his Shinigami friends, would he even feel a part of his own family if he went home? "So you'll be staying here for a bit it sounds like." Ichigo inquired. "Yeah, Ikkaku and Yumichika will be joining me, but I think they have a place they can stay." Poor Keigo... Ichio thought. "Yumichika's coming?" he sounded worried. "Yeah... you ok with that?" Renji asked, finishing a package and placing it next to the box on the ground. "What does that mean?" he boy snapped. "Well why are you concerned about Yumichika coming?" Renji shot back. "I-I'm not!" Ichigo stopped counting having to put the package down, he wasn't doing himself any justice. "Hey, he... kinda said some things, but you're worrying to much about it." Renji calmed down, trying to do the same to Ichigo. "God... what'd he say?" He asked, slumping back on the porch. "Uh, well... You're young... and we got to talking about the way things are these days, as opposed to how it was for most of us when we were growing up." "And?" Ichigo prepared himself, swallowing hard against a lump in his throat. "He's just concerned that you're worrying too much about what you like, it's not a big deal." "Where did you come from that was so laid back with that kind of thing?" Ichigo sounded completely uninterested. "Edo Japan. The point is, there were times when the world didn't care. I think now, you're television dictates a lot of it, but you're still in charge of yourself, right?" Renji was trying to make a good point, but Ichigo couldn't help but feel totally embarrassed that the red head knew. "It's not like I already decided, ok?" He sighed. "Well, I guess I'm saying it's ok to try things." He hinted. "So, what, do all of you come from times when it was ok?" Ichigo growled irritably. "Not all of us. Ukitake Taicho comes from the Holy Roman Empire. The really Catholic one." Renji put his chore aside too. This was something more important. "I can't imagine him being a part of that scene." "Really? With the way he obsesses over Hitsugaya Taicho?" Renji laughed, he was joking. "He did a mission in Japan, from what I understood, not something that went too well either." "So uh... ya know. What happened when he woke up in Soul Society instead of... yeah" Ichigo laughed to himself. "I don't know, actually." It wasn't something Renji questioned. The man was content and at peace. It didn't seem like Ukitake had been disappointed. Renji's face lit up and he turned to Ichigo. "Hey, can we go to one of those places with the music?" He asked the boy. "Uh... a club?" He made sure he knew what Renji was talking about, but before he could answer- "Ohh! Yeah! Can we?" Matsumoto was there apparently and bowed down over Ichigo, her face just as bright and excited, or what he could see of it around the breasts hanging over him. Speaking of breasts, Ichigo seemed to focus hard on them, trying to see if his body would react in some way. The busty woman noticed this and donned an evil grin. She went ahead and stooped down so that they buried the poor boy, who began flailing his arms and legs. "I think it'll be good for him!" Renji smiled, standing up to stretch. "And we can have some drinks!" Matsumoto exclaimed excitedly. "We can't. I need you to work, and Ichigo is still underaged." The captain said, ruining Matsumoto's excited grin. The busty woman fell over as a flustered Ichigo came up for air. "What the hell?!" He growled at her. Matsumoto donned a pained expression and some impressively fake tears. "Both of you knock it off. Let's go." Hitsugaya took off. "Ah, should we tell Urahara?" Renji asked, pointing back to the shop. "No way, he'll never let us go. Let's just sneak off." Ichigo whispered. "Sneak off to where?" they heard the shop keepers voice. Matsumoto, Renji, and Ichigo all took off. Hitsugaya was left shaking his head, and he turned to apologize to Urahara. "So where is it you're staying?" the taller man asked. "With Inoue Orihime." Hitsugaya spoke softly, dashing the shop keepers hopes of more free loaders to exploit. "Hopefully this'll help the boy." Urahara smiled. "Is it really that big a deal?" "A lot has gone on, and this is a busy age for him, for all of them. Please don't forget that." Urahara smiled sadly after Ichigo and headed back inside. Just behind the door the shopkeeper found a figure standing there. The solemn looking espada had an interesting look of intrigue on it. "Eaves dropping?" Urahara asked bemusedly. "There's no point in denying that." Ulquiorra sighed, stepping out into the dim light in the kitchen. "You really are interested in them, aren't you." The shop keeper laughed. "I suppose, I don't understand why they're so complicated, and most of it can be avoided I'm sure." "But life would be so boring if they avoided the complicated things." Urahara chuckled softly. "Am I complicated?" Ulquiorra asked, somewhat out of character. "You are actually, that's why I'm interested." Urahara confirmed that by waving his hand around his head, as though saying the Arrancar was crazy. "I see." "You're life especially, I'd like to find out more." Urahara drew closer to the Espada. "That life will remain forgotten." The usually calm voice sounded stern. This stopped the shopkeeper, he was a little surprised at Ulquiorra's reaction. "I've been remembering more, which means the boy's been indulging himself. That's dangerous." "How so?" "There's a reason some souls can't remember their lives. They shouldn't remember them." He said darkly. Urahara donned a saddened expression. "But that's what interests me." "Is that why I'm here?" "I would say so, yes." Urahara smiled at him. "That, and your ability to release twice... Quite impressive." "Then we could work something else out I'm sure." The shop keeper's eyebrows raised some. Did he hear that correctly? "You could assigned chores to me, like you do the boy." Ulquiorra stepped closer to Urahara. "Or I'm sure I could find something that suits your tastes." Urahara didn't know if he should play along or not, he was trying to see if there would be any repercussions to this. "So?" "Hold on a minute, I'm thinking." The shop keeper defended himself some. While the man thought a moment Ulquiorra moved towards him, stooping down before him as he leaned against the refrigerator. Urahara was slow to react, and his actions halted when he felt the hollow's lips, warm, pressing against his groin. This seemed to answer the question for them both, and the shop keeper couldn't help but look amused. "Am I getting special treatment?" He asked ruggedly. "Perhaps, I'm just securing a place for myself to sleep." Ulquiorra spoke against the man's groin, his breath warm. "Oh? You're going after my bed?" The shop keeper laughed, his hips leaning out a bit. "Any bed actually, if it happens to be yours, so be it." The hollow said and reached up for the hem of the shopkeeper's pants. "Well if it suits you, that takes care of where Abarai Renji will sleep." Urahara's voice hitched slightly as the hollow's lips touched his bare skin, just above the soft blonde pubic hair. The hollow moved down and the shopkeeper let a satisfied moan slip slowly. "I think this will work out." ~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~ The group of Shinigami that had left finally found a lively looking nightclub. Matsumoto was still heart broken that it was an alcohol free club, but at least the music was still good. "Hey, we should get some drinks." Renji said, mesmerized by the bass booming around him, he could feel it in his chest and placed a hand over it. "They only have soda and stuff." Ichigo reminded him. "I know." He waved his hand dismissively. Matsumoto and him left Ichigo and Hitsugaya standing there, not quite knowing what to do. "I can't picture you dancing." Ichigo admitted to the shorter shinigami. "I don't." He confirmed, looking irritated. He would have left, but Urahara made it sound like the substitute shinigami needed them more now than ever. "Do you come here often?" Without missing a beat, the strawberry laughed hysterically. That didn't seem like a reaction characteristic of a troubled individual to Hitsugaya. "What?" He growled at Ichigo. "No, nothing. It's just. That's a commonly bad pickup line." Ichigo was wiping tears from his eyes. "I know you didn't mean it like that, but you just. You of all people." He continued to laugh. The shorter Taicho decided Screw Urahara and left Ichigo to fend for himself. He would find a spot on the roof to keep an eye o things. Matsumoto came back to the boy, slinging an arm and part of a boob over his shoulder in a chum-like fashion. "I don't think I've ever seen you break loose!" She toyed, poking his sides. "Why are you acting drunk?" The boy said, trying to steady himself under Matsumoto's weight. "I am drunk." She grinned widely at him. "Oi, Ichigo." The boy had a drink shoved in his hand by Renji. "For the strawberry." "What?" Ichigo looked at the fruity carbonated drink, confused. "Someone bought you a drink." Renji laughed, taking a sip of his own lime soda with a few cherries in it. "Well, who?" Ichigo said turning in the direction of the bar. "I dunno, the bar tender handed it to me, coulda been-Oi! Matsumoto!" Renji called after the busty woman as she spun off for the dance floor. Ichigo was left alone at the landing. He frowned at the two and took a few sips of his drink. The music and bodies around him were so busy that he was slowly dragged in by the crowd. Matsumoto had begun to dance with a particular guy who, for obvious reasons could not keep his hands off of her. Ichigo felt a strange protective urge, but figured that she could take care of herself. In fact, he knew that she could. Renji was there as well. He was dancing on the other side of Matsumoto, but focusing on the man who was grinding up against her. Ichigo couldn't help but notice the extra care that was taken in a crowd of friends. He smiled at them and continued with his drink until it was almost gone, and then set it aside on a tall table. Once he let the current of the crowd place him dead center, the boy fell into a heavy rhythm with the music, the pulsing bodies around him helping out. Matsumoto and Renji found him, they'd managed to get the man off of Matsumoto for the most part. "Hey." He called to her, she either didn't hear him or pretended not to. He grabbed Ichigo by the shoulder and leaned into his ear. "Tell your strawberry friend there that I'll be outside for a bit." He winked at him. Ichigo nodded and smiled to him. Fat chance. The underaged boy was then almost knocked over as Matsumoto pushed up against him. He came face to face with the terrifying bust once more, although her hands on his hips made it harder to simply pull away from them. As if to avoid knocking him over, Matsumoto turned away from him and towards Renji instead, but she took Ichigo's hands and placed them on her hips. This was just an underage crowd dancing to a hormonal waltz, and Ichigo's out of town friends were really getting into it. It wasn't simply them who ended up dancing like this, other individuals were dancing in close quarters, some wearing very little, either because of the immense heat that the crowd generated, or as some new mating ritual customary of this generation. After only a few minutes of this, Ichigo didn't seem to notice the crowd's dancing style as much. He only noticed the beat of the bass and his heart in his chest. He noticed the lights flashing before him and let his head fall back to breath in some of the oxygen left above the crowd. "Oi.." Ichigo heard Renji, and felt the red head as he caught the boy. "You ok?" He asked. Ichigo simply stared up at him, it wasn't until he tried to pull away from Renji that he noticed how dizzy he was. "Heyy, you two aren't together, are you?" He heard an obnoxiously high voice question the two of them. It was some girl who was eyeing Renji. "Here, I have him." Matsumoto teased. Taking Ichigo by the arm and helping him stand on his own. Once Renji was free of holding Ichigo, the girl pushed in between them, almost tackling Renji on the spot. Matsumoto giggled at the poor red head and helped Ichigo up off the dance floor. "I don't think there's any air left for us in there." She laughed. "I agree." Ichigo felt his hand over his forehead, taking a deep fresh breath of air once they were closer to the hall way. "You're totally flushed. Are you ok?" She asked him. Standing him against a wall. He nodded to her, not really saying that he was ok but trying to get a feel for his body. Ichigo didn't notice that he was still holding onto her. "You were really getting into it back there." She teased, her hips dipping a little as she leaned into him a bit. "hey..." he began, but stopped. That felt good. Ichigo noticed his pulse quicken and blushed at the reaction. "Yeah?" She laughed when he lost his train of thought. "Come 'ere." She said softly over the music and found a storage closet* that was unlocked. "Oi, wait..." Ichigo began, but he was cut short when the door closed and his lips were covered by Matsumoto's lips. She pushed him into a desk and urged him to lean back a bit, running his hands over her sides. The boy stopped just below her chest, he couldn't force himself to move any closer than that. Matsumoto was abrasive enough to move his hands for him though. Ichigo had never felt a woman like this before. He felt his cheeks heat up and he pulled away from the kiss for a moment, looking at where his hands had been placed. "Do you wanna stop?" She whispered in his ear. He didn't answer. She let his hands go and kneeled down a bit, lifting his shirt and placing kisses on his stomach. It twitched under her touch, tensing and relaxing. "You're ticklish." She commented, smiling up at him, but there was still no response. Ichigo went ahead and leaned back on his elbows, opening his legs. Matsumoto took that as a clue to continue. She undid the button on his fly and pulled the zipper down slowly. Ichigo moaned at that. He thought that maybe it was the lack of oxygen in the crowd, but in here he could tell he was more sensitive than usual. Matsumoto wasted no time in finding Ichigo's cock. She pulled his boxers down enough to pull him free, giving him a complimenting look at his size. He wasn't even hard. The fukataicho tried to fix that though. The soft organ felt good in her mouth, and it felt even better to Ichigo, although something seemed to pull at the edge of his mind. As Matsumoto's hand slipped up over the flat of his stomach, her other hand firmly holding his base, her mouth did what it could to get him hard. "Something's...." he began, but then stopped again. She looked up at him and frowned. "You want me to stop?" she asked once more. This time Ichigo nodded. "It doesn't feel right, something's wrong." He rubbed his face and took in a deep breath. "You're still flushed..." she noted, and then felt his forehead. "and you're kinda hot." She frowned even more. Matsumoto did what she could to do up his pants. She put one arm under him and then helped him back out into the club. "The lights are too bright." He complained, but he couldn't stop looking at them. "God, you sound drunk." She commented. Renji almost ran right into them as they headed for the door. Matsumoto wanted to get Ichigo some fresh air. "Oi, he ok?" He asked her. "I think he's drunk..." She told Renji. "But, that's not possible, right? That drink had no alcohol in it." Ichigo looked up at Renji and grabbed his shirt. "For the strawberry right?" He asked the red head. "What?" "That drink you got me." Ichigo reminded him. "Oh yeah. Do you think it was special?" Renji asked. Ichigo turned to Matsumoto "That guy who was all over you called you a strawberry." He told her. "I bet that drink was for you!" "That bastard." She growled, dumping Ichigo on Renji. "Where is he?" "He said he'd be outside." Ichigo told her hesitantly. She rushed passed them and through the swinging doors. As they swung back in, they saw the man lifted several feet in the air by her hand. As the doors swung back out, they saw him upside down on the pavement and a bouncer and Hitsugaya trying to hold her back. Renji laughed at the scene, helping Ichigo to the doors and into the fresh air. "Bastard! Thought you could get the better of me, huh?" She growled at the sniveling mess on the ground. Ichigo leaned over to the bouncer and gave him a nudge. "This guy's drugging drink, he tried to give her one." He told him. The bouncer looked furiously down at the guy and grabbed him by the collar. "Come on, we're gonna have a talk with some special buddies with badges." He told the man. He actually looked relieved that he was getting away from Matsumoto. "The nerve of him." She growled. "We hadn't even been out for that long!" She looked upset. "We need to get Ichigo back, I think he's feeling worse." Renji suggested. "Right..." She sighed, heading in the direction of the shop. "So. What was it he put in the drink?" She asked the teenager. "Probably a ruffie. It's a date rape drug, makes them easier to have sex with." He told her flat out. He was afraid she was going to rush back and kill the guy. "And that's an underage club, right?" Hitsugaya asked, grabbing Matsumoto's arm to stop her. "No, it just doesn't serve alcoholic drinks, but there are a lot of kids there." "I bet a lot of sick assholes go there." Matsumoto said. "But they have good security. So it's not too bad." Ichigo said again. His voice failed him a bit. It was really hitting him hard. ~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~ Matsumoto and Hitsugaya had departed at Orihime's house and left Renji with Ichigo. The two of them walked up to the shop front, stopping at the porch so that Renji's arm could rest. "Sorry..." Ichigo whispered. He looked so embarrassed. "Oi, you're fine." Renji laughed at him softly, making sure he was steady. The two of them looked towards the shop as a soft moan came through an open window. Renji made his way up the steps slowly, but Ichigo knew to mind his own business. He even tried to reach out and stop Renji. Just inside, passed the kitchen and sitting on a sofa were Ulquiorra and Urahara. Urahara was sitting on the sofa with Ulquiorra in his lap, facing away from him. The hollow's kimono was wide open, hanging off of his shoulders and with the help of the shop keeper's knees, he was fluidly rocking up and down in the man's lap. Renji had a clear view too. Urahara was buried to the hilt, he had one hand gripping Ulquiorra's hip bone while the other generously stroked over the hollow's length in time to their rhythm. The hand on his hip traced up over his chest at that point, flicking a finger over his nipple. This caught the hollow off guard a bit, and he leaned back a bit more, taking Urahara's hand in his to move it up to his neck. The shop keeper's fingers dared to trace over his hollow's hole. Ichigo joined him by the window, giving him a nudge. "come on..." he said softly. He saw the move that Ulquiorra made, it must only work when he's unconscious, that ominous hole. Renji looked at him incredulously. "You.... You're not bothered by this?" He inquired and ducked down from the window as they crept off. "I guess not." Ichigo admitted. His blush was much darker now and he felt his groin stiffening. "God..." he sighed, bringing a hand to his chest. His heart felt like it would break through his ribs at this point. "You ok?" Renji asked him. "Yeah... that really got me." He shuddered. Renji blushed. It wasn't as obvious to Ichigo as it was to him, the state the boy was in. They found a window to the room that the two would be sharing from now on. Renji crawled through first, and then helped Ichigo through. He heard the boy whispering to himself, "what does it mean?" "What does what mean?" He asked the delirious teen and sat him down on a mat. "Matsumoto tried something, and it did nothing." Ichigo mumbled. "What'd she do?" Renji sounded surprised. "She tried to give me head." Ichigo said, not looking at him. He couldn't tell if Ichigo wasn't looking at him out of shame or if he just wasn't all there. "So, by nothing you mean-" "I didn't... you know..." "You couldn't come?" "I couldn't even get hard." He sounded so defeated. "I think you're worrying about this too much." "I'm hard right now...." That caught the red head off guard. Without a second thought, he felt out Ichigo's groin, his hand pressing over the erection firmly. Ichigo let out a loud moan, one that Renji quickly clapped his hand over. "Shh." He urged the boy as he clung to the red head. "Why does it feel so good?" He said against Renji's hand. "I mean, what does it mean?" "It means you're enjoying it." Renji told him. "But.. when you do it or when Ulquiorra does it, or Yumichika..." Ichigo leaned into Renji's touch, one of his arms flopping lazily over the red head's shoulder for support. Renji sat down against the wall next to him, and Ichigo stayed close by, the physical contact drawing him closer. "You liked it, right?" Renji said. "When they did it." The drug must've been strong. He didn't think Ichigo would have divulged all of that to him so easily. Ichigo nodded, sitting up a bit as Renji pulled him into his lap. The boy straddled his way down a bit, sighing as he felt Renji's chest so close to him. The man was hot to the touch too, not as hot as he was, but the body warmth made him harder it seemed. They both heard another moan from Ulquiorra and Ichigo bit his lip, gripping Renji's shirt. "That really gets you, huh." Renji joked softly, his hands tracing up over Ichigo's thighs. One stopped to tease the inside a bit, but the boy almost let another moan slip. He pulled Ichigo in closer and made sure the boy's lips were good and sealed against his own before beginning to rub out the tension in his crotch. Ichigo moaned again, taking a deep breath and moaning while his hands felt the muscles beneath Renji's shirt. "fuck..." he whispered against his lips. Renji laughed and took to undoing Ichigo's pants. He pulled the boy free and was afraid he would wake the shop up once more. "Wow, you really are a bit gone, aren't you." He laughed, there was a little excess amount of pre on Ichigo's tip. Renji lifted it up to his mouth to taste it, watching as Ichigo's mouth fell open a bit more, then closing to bite his lip while Renji tasted him. "Ya gotta be quiet, ok?" Renji whispered in his ear. At that Ichigo leaned into him. "That.... Matsumoto did that too." He groaned softly. "Did what?" Renji whispered back, taking to stroking the boy, enjoying the struggle Ichigo was putting up to be quiet. "She whispered in my ear." "Is it a sweet spot or something?" He laughed softly. Ichigo nodded. "So this is doing something to you?" He nodded again. "But when she did it, it didn't do anything?" Renji confirmed. Ichigo didn't respond that time. He just let his head fall back a bit. Renji took that opportunity to nip at Ichigo's neck, kissing it in places, biting it lightly. "harder..." Ichigo whispered. Renji took the hint and bit down harder. The boy had to clap a hand over his mouth and the red head was surprised at how his cock twitched in response. His other hand undid Ichigo's shirt completely, sliding from his ribs around to his back andpulling his body closer He could tell the substitute shinigami liked being close like this, but what he probably wanted was more skin on skin. The red head struggled with his own fly, but he managed to pull himself free and took both cocks in hand, stroking them together. Ichigo gasped at this, looking down. He took a hand and held it over the sight in disbelief. "You're..." he began, trembling fingers feeling Renji's length, feeling how hard it was with a light squeeze. "Yeah..." he laughed, and turned the boy's head a little to access his neck once more. He had him panting soon after, rocking a little in Renji's lap. This was beginning to drive the red head nuts. He needed a little more than this. "want me to ride you?" He whispered against Ichigo's ear. He expected the moan he got in response, but not the question. "is it really that good?" Ichigo asked bashfully. Renji laughed at that. "I like it." "you... that's what you're used to?" the boy sounded intrigued. Renji figured that he liked talking about these things, especially while like this. Like the truth or dare questions that lead to making out and eventually sex for teens. "I'm used to a lot of things." He replied. "Were you... a prostitute, like Yumichika?" He asked curiously. Renji stopped at that. "No." he laughed softly. "I'm just... used to it." That came as a relief to the boy, if one more prostitute came after him he was gong to wonder if something was wrong with him. Maybe he should be more concerned that most of them were men. "Doesn't it hurt?" He asked. "Not if done the right way." Renji whispered into his ear. The boy slouched a little in his lap in response. "Ya wanna try?" He asked. He didn't mean the whole shebang, but Ichigo misunderstood and his body stiffened again. "Here, not like that." Renji quickly slid his hand back over Ichigo's rear, and under his loosened pants. For now, he just settled on rubbing the boy's crack, watching as the look of uncertainty seemed to melt quickly away. It felt good to Ichigo. His spine arched outward a little, pressing up into the touch, and Renji took that as a hint to continue on. The boy stopped when he reached his anus, but Renji didn't do much there, he just rubbed against it for now, letting Ichigo get used to the feel of it. Ichigo noticed that Renji had stopped stroking their cocks, and timidly tried to do so himself. He took Renji's cock in hand first, eager to feel another man in his hands, it made his head spin. "Woah." Renji said, it actually made Ichigo's whole body spin. He positioned himself better so that Ichigo could lean his head against Renji's shoulder. "I think this is better with you." Ichigo said softly. "Huh?" "With Ulquiorra, I'm too wrapped up in him being an enemy. And I don't think I know Yumichika as well as you." He boy admitted. Renji didn't know if he should take that as a confession or not, he hoped not. He did like Ichigo's company, but this was more a favor for them both than an act of intimacy. Ichigo's hand tightened around the both of their cocks when Renji pushed a little harder at his anus, he leaned back against it, kissing Renji's neck. The red head was doing his best to keep control of himself. "Ya wanna try a bit more?" He asked ruggedly. "sure... hey, I don't think I could... do it all right now, just so you know." Ichigo said quickly, hoping that Renji hadn't gotten his hopes up. "I know. We'll figure something else out." He laughed softly. The red head removed his finger only to wet it a bit in his mouth. The digit returned shortly there after and Ichigo let a soft hiss out as it pressed into him. It was just enough to fit two knuckles in. After that Renji stopped, he settled for fingering the boy now, letting him get used to it. He was surprised that Ichigo wasn't going mad, but perhaps that was the drug's fault. "It hurts..." Ichigo told him stiffly. "It will for a bit." He reassured the boy. The two had begun to move once more, rocking against each other. Renji's cock was twitching and weeping now too. Ichigo had grown a little brave and licking a single drop of pre from his hand. Renji couldn't help but kiss the boy shortly after, to taste himself in Ichigo's mouth. At that point Ichigo wined softly. "a little more." He said. And at that Renji's finger slid in more, he nestled the second digit against the puckered muscle, just to test the give, but it seemed loose enough now. He went ahead and slid his second finger in, capturing Ichigo's lips to quiet him. After that he left his fingers still for a moment. Ichigo didn't seem to be in pain or anything, so he slowly began to thrust them in and out. "Ah, it feels good." Ichigo told him, shuddering softly. Hopefully that meant he was close. He was still stroking both of their cocks. Renji brushed over something that had the potential to wake the house as well. Just when Ichigo's spine went rigid, he sealed the boy's lips with his own to quiet the surprised gasp. "What was that?" Ichigo shivered, looking alarmed. "Your magic button." "knock it off." The boy threatened. "Your prostate." Renji laughed, brushing it again, but this time, clasping a hand over the boy's mouth. Ichigo moaned against it, shortly. Renji gave it a small series of rubs and Ichigo's body almost toppled off and onto the floor. "What's the point of that?" "Dunno. How does it feel?" He asked the strawberry. "good..." Ichigo admitted. That was all it took. Renji continued to harass the tight bundle of nerves and Ichigo managed to keep quiet for the most part. He bucked against Renji's hand and bit the man's neck to muffle any escaped moans. It was getting out of hand for them both. "Hey, I'm..." Ichigo began, but replaced the rest of it with another moan. "I know." Renji said softly. He continued to thrust his fingers in harder, hitting the bundle of nerves harder as well. After only a few seconds Ichigo's body went rigid. He grabbed both of their cocks and stroked them quickly, squeezing them together. That alone almost brought Renji off, but he would need more than that. Ichigo slumped in his lap and Renji got the hint to remove his fingers. He looked at the drugged boy, not sure if he should feel bad or not. For the most part, he just felt the need to come. "I'm sorry..." Ichigo apologized. "I can... I'll help..." He offered. Renji decided that wasn't a bad idea. "Do you wanna taste?" He asked, smirking. Ichigo looked up at him, either blushing or still flushed. He slid down in Renji's lap enough to come face to face with the man's erection. He let his tongue touch the tip. The salty taste of the pre wasn't too bad. He could taste his own cum, it was sweet, thank goodness. Ichigo let the length slip passed his lips, creating a strong vacuum around the head, just like Ulquiorra had. "Woah..." Renji warned him, that was too much. "Just... suck it a little and I'll warn you when-" "I wanna taste it." Ichigo told him. Renji blinked dumbly at him. "ok..." The boy continued in that way, which was the right way. Renji was panting soon after and he brought a clean hand up to grip Ichigo's hair with. He tried not to do to much thrusting, and he tried to let the boy move of his own will, but eventually he was thrusting up into the hot mouth. "oi, I'm close..." he warned the boy, in case he wanted to change his mind, but Ichigo kept at it. After a few bobs of the strawberry's head, Renji bit his hand to keep quiet, he gripped the boy's wrist as a warning, and felt surging streams rush through his cock. Ichigo could feel it. It was this vibrating little twitch in the base of Renji's cock, ending in the back of his mouth. Good, he was sweet too. He was afraid he would gag, but something about it made it hot to him. Once he'd swallowed what he could, he looked up at Renji. "You... you swallowed it?" Renji said breathlessly. Ichigo only sat up enough to kiss the man, letting him taste himself. Renji moaned, pushing him back a bit. "Is that ok?" He made sure Ichigo wasn't upset or something. "It was... hot..." he admitted, sitting up finally so that they sat cross legged next to each other. "Do you like doing that?" He asked the red head. "Yeah, not so much the taste, but... it's this whole psychological thing, I feel used." He told the boy, laughing to himself. "You like feeling used?" Ichigo sounded a little reluctant to believe Renji. "Yeah, it makes being Byakuuya's fukataicho a bit easier." "Could've... done without that..." Ichigo admitted, they both laughed. "Think they're done?" Renji asked. "We're done." Ulquiorra's voice sounded from the doorway. Ichigo nearly leapt out the window, Renji only pulled a blanket over his crotch quickly. "Don't worry, I only came in to get the blanket I've been using." He said, making sure it wasn't the one that Renji had just dirtied. "That was arousing, I almost grew hard." Ulquiorra teased them, or at least, that's what they thought he was doing. "Almost?" Renji sounded a little insulted. "Don't take it personally." Ichigo told him. "He could probably come without getting hard." He sounded cynical. "That's physically impossible." Ulquiorra corrected him, but Ichigo waved it off. "I was joking." He yawned, rolling over onto his back, he still felt a little odd, and so he tried to lay still for a bit. "You look drunk again. You should have some water to hydrate yourself." Ulquiorra warned him as he left the bedroom. "I know. W-wait, where are you sleeping?" Ichigo sat up quickly. "With Urahara." Ulquiorra called back to them. They should have known that. "Ya know, that's a good idea." Renji told him. He got up and lost the pants, replaced them with the dirty blankets instead. He left the room and returned with two glasses of water. Renji made sure that Ichigo downed the entire glass before letting him roll over to sleep. He straightened out his own tatami matt, and then fell asleep almost instantly. The next morning, Ichigo was far grumpier than usual. Renji made sure to keep clear of him, and as the boy served himself some coffee, Urahara came in with a bright smile on his faee. "Sooo, Kurosaki-kun! Did Matsumoto and Abarai help you to answer any life challenging questions last night?" "Why does everyone seem so interested in what I like?!" Ichigo growled at the breakfast table. Ulquiorra looked up from his cup of tea and said, very matter-factly, "It's based on what appeals to them. You're young, and new, and very attractive. I assume they simply want to see what their chances will be." Ichigo thought about that for a moment, blushing furiously. "So.... I'm a piece of man meat that everyone wants a taste of?!" He sounded even more frustrated. "Precisely." ~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~ Author's notes: Not much to say, but I wanted to point out one thing. * Darn those pesky storage closets! They're like breeding grounds! And they're so conveniently placed and unlocked and undisturbed. XD Authors comments * I still can't get over the fact that I'm related to a drunk Macedonian and am Jewish... and dating a pure blood German. XD Alleluia! XD * Could you guys tell I'm not used to writing straight stuff? XD * I tried hard not to make this some emotional "Oh no, do I like guys or chicks?" for Ichigo, please don't think of it that way, it won't play a huge part in this, I guess I just find Ichigo hot that way. XD * Just curious, I have two ending possibilities. Would you guys prefer that they fight to the death once more? Or that they go their separate ways and accept each other as enemies? I'm not set on those two, if anyone has suggestions, that'll help too. I'm just toying with my options a bit.