Surprise

AUTHOR: Gabby0214
TITLE: Surprise! Chapter 9
RATING: M/ NC 17
PAIRING: RenIchi and other pairings
WARNING: Language, Sexual Innuendo, Boy Sex, Yaoi
SUMMARY: Ichigo’s 20th Surprise Birthday, Did someone say Body Shots?
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

Surprise
Chapter Nine


Orihime was so excited, she loved to do Body Shots. She knew it really turned Ishida on, and she wanted to get some. She knew if she could get him to do one with her, which she always could, he would come unhinged. An unhinged Ishida was so damn sexy.

Uryuu Ishida in public always seemed so stiff and unapproachable, but it was all a facade. What people didn’t know was when he let down his guard, he was extremely wild. You just had to find the right trigger that would get him to take down the barrier he put up, and one of those triggers was a Body Shot. So as soon as Ichigo and Renji arrived, she ran over and said, “Me first!”

Ichigo knew what Inoue was up to, he had seen her in action before. He also had seen Ishida’s reaction to what she does, and it was really great when the uptight Quincy would totally lose it. This was one of the reasons he gave in to doing the Body Shots and of course for his own selfish reason. He glanced over at Ishida who was busy setting up a rack for a billiard game. Poor fool; he had no idea what she was planning. Oh, this was going to be good!

“Kay, Orihime, hold on to your pants, their comin. What kind do ya want; Jell-O, tube, or glass?”

“What do you suggest, Kurosaki-kun?” an overjoyed Orihime asked.

“Well, if it’s for Ishida, I suggest the tube. Ya know how much he likes it.” Ichigo winked at her. “Let me just set this up and I’ll bring it over to you. Ya, want Vodka, right?”

“Hai, arigato, Kurosaki-kun,” Orihime went on her tip toes and kissed him on the cheek.

“No problem, Orihime. Anything to get him to let down his hair, huh?” he smirked as she walked away.

“What was that all that about, Ichigo?” Renji asked as he put down some bottles.

“Just wait and see, Ren. Ya really get a kick out of it.” laughed Ichigo setting up a make shift bar. It’s then when Ichigo noticed the two love birds, Shuuhei and Matsumoto, finally come in from their make out session in the other room. They looked very content holding each other’s hand. Their good for each other, he thought as he went about his task.

When he was set up, he poured the drink for Orihime. He took the tube, sugar packet, and slice of lemon over to her with Renji following behind him.

“Hey, Orhime, it’s ready.” Ichigo announced as he approached her.

“Great!” replied Orihime, she reached up and started to unbutton the top few buttons of her blouse.

Renji gripped Ichigo’s shoulder and pulled him to the side and asked, “What’s she doin Ichigo?”

“Renji, don’t worry she’s getting ready for Ishida to do the Body Shot.” Ichigo answered and glanced over to see if Orihime was ready for him yet.

“Huh” said a very confused red head.

Ichigo turned his head back to Renji and chuckled, “Just watch, ya’ll get it.”

When Orihime was ready, Ichigo handed her the tube with Vodka. She placed it in between her breast, and called for Ishida. Ishida turned around from the billiard table, and saw her with the shot between her breasts. The calm, dignified at all times Quincy, completely lost it.

His eyes grew wide, his mouth hung open, and he literally growled her name. “Orrihimmee! Get your fucking ass over here, now!”

Everybody turned and focused their attention at the Quincy’s outburst.

Orihime shook her head back and forth in a no gesture. “You have to come and get me, Quincy.” she giggled as she curled her figure to him.

“Ahhhh, you are such a fucking cock tease, you bitch!” he said as he practically ran at her.

“And you love me for it, don’t you, Uryuu!”

“Gggodd, yes, I love you.” He rasped as he reached her.

He grabbed her hair and yanked her to him slightly spilling the drink over her cleavage. As soon as he noticed the liquid slide over her breast, glistening in the light he moaned. “Ahh fuck, Inoue.”

He reached up and grasped his glasses off his face, and threw them to the side. He bent his head down to her chest and lapped at the spilled liquid.

“Do you know, what you do to me, Inoue!” he groaned into her breast.

“Hai, Uyruu.” Orihime sighed as she ran her hand through his hair while he continued in his endeavor.

Ishida lifted his head barely glancing at Ichigo, and reached out his hand to him. Ichigo handed him the sugar packet. Ishida ripped it open with his teeth.

“Orihime, lift your hair!” he commanded.

Orihime smiled seductively at him and with both hands reached up and lifted her hair. Ishida’s hand groped her neck and forced her head to the side with his thumb. He leaned in and licked the side of her neck from her collar bone to her jaw, both whimpering at the sensation. With his other hand that held the opened sugar packet, he sprinkled it over where he left a trail of moisture. He proceeded to lick off the coated sugar from Orihime’s expose neck.

“You taste so fucking good, Inone.” he mewed.

Ishida’s mouth returned back to her breast and tongued the tube. His mouth closed around it. He lifted his head, raising the shot tube into the air, and gulped down the liquor. Orihime reached out her hand to Ichigo, letting go some of her hair that she had been holding up. Her hair slowly cascaded down her neck. Ichigo handed her the lemon slice which she promptly placed into her mouth. Ishida reached for her loose hair and bundled it in his hand. He seized her mouth and bit and sucked at the lemon. The juice leaked down between their entangled mouths. Orihime slowly broke away from the action, and removed the brine of the lemon. Ishida moaned and moved back in to feast on her juicy lips. Finally they came up for air.

Shuuhei walked over clasped Ishida on the back and handed him his glasses that he had picked up from the floor. Ishida took them and thanked him.

He turned towards the smirking Ichigo glaring at him and snapped, “Keys!”

Orihime squealed, “Oh, Baby!”

Ichigo glanced down and patted the front of his pants replying, “I don’t have them. Karin, you have my keys?”

Karin responded, “No.” and looked to Toushirou.

A baffled Toushirou shook his head looking at Chad. Chad walked over and voiced, “I have them”, and handed them to Ishida.

Ishida picked up Orihime (bridal style) and made a beeline for the door. He kicked it open and left the stunned group of people.

Ichigo faced Chad and simply said, “I bet they don’t even make up the stairs.”

Chad stared blankly back at Ichigo, and replied, “Last time they made it at least through the doorway of your apartment.” Both men grinned and burst out laughing!

Shuuhei approached Ichigo enthusiastically, “I want in on the action.” He shifted his focus to Matsumoto then back to Ichigo.

“Sure, I got it. What would ya like? Tequila, Vodka, Jell-O?”

“I’ll go with Tequila.” Shuuhei replied.

Ichigo went and made the shot for him. He came back over with the drink and asked Shuuhei, “Do ya know what to do?”

“It’s the same as them, right?”

“Hai, it’s the same as Orihime and Ishida, except ya replace the sugar with salt and the lemon with a lime slice.”

“Got it,” Shuuhei responded as he called over Matsumoto who was currently laughing with Ikkaku and Yumi about what took place with the Quincy and Orihime a few minutes ago.

“Hey, Chad can ya hold these for them. I gotta take care of something.”

“No problem Ichigo.” Ichigo handed Chad the tube, salt, and lime slice, and crossed over to Renji who was watching Keigo and Tatsuki playing billiards. Ichigo took a deep breath and…

“Yo, Ren”

“Ya,” catching his attention. Renji left the side of the table and walked to Ichigo.

“So what ya think of the Body Shot?” inquired Ichigo once Renji was in front of him.

“That was fuckin great. I’ve never seen the Quincy come undone like that. Orihime is a good influence on him.” smiled Renji.

“Told ya, ya get a kick out of it, didn’t I?” Ichigo chuckled in responds.

“Yeah, ya did” Renji answered.

An awkward silence stretched between the two men as they just stood there waiting for the other one to speak. Ichigo finally broke the tension, but was careful to avoided making any eye contact with the shinigami captain, “Uh, I was wondering if ya, mmm, would like to do a shot with me.” As he glanced up at Renji, and then down at his foot that idly started to scuff at the floor.

“Ah, how, kinda missing some necessary equipment.” Renji cracked glancing down at his chest.

Ichigo looked at him and laughed, “That’s one way to do one, but there are other ways too.”

“Really, do tell?” an intrigued Renji asked while arching an eyebrow. A tinge of red appeared on the birthday boy’s face, and he peered back down at his foot that was moving back and forth.

“Well, ya see one person removes their shirt, uh, and lays down, and then the other squeezes or pours some type of juice or some of the shot and, uh, licks it off the, umm, other.” He lifted his head towards the red head.

“So ya askin me ta lick ya.” Renji stated with a mischievous grin.

“Bastard, if ya don’t want to.” Ichigo sneered as he turned away.

Renji grabbed Ichigo’s arm and stopped him, “Didn’t say I didn’t wanta, Ichi.”

With an appraising gaze, Ichigo replied, “Oh, okay, I’ll just, umm, go get the, uh, drink, and…,” Renji released Ichigo’s arm. “I’ll be right back.” On his hasty retreat back to the make shift bar to make the shot, Ichigo looked over his shoulder at Renji and saw that Renji was watching him quickly walk away, Renji had a look of excitement on his face. Ichigo blushed and continued on his way.

A few minutes later, Ichigo returned with the shot drink and a strawberry, he handed Renji the drink and said, “Here try this; I want to see if you like it?”

Renji lifted it to his lips and took a sip, “Mmm, its good and creamy.” he grinned as he lowered the glass.

“Ah, you got some on your…,” Ichigo said as he reached out and wiped the little drop from Renji’s lower lip with his finger tip.

“Arigato.” Renji softly replied while he watched Ichigo bring his finger tip to his mouth and lick off the drop with his pink tongue. Oh, fuck that’s hot!

“Ya right, it does taste good!” smirked Ichigo. “So how do ya want to work this?”

“Well, why don’t ya climb on top of that billiards table over there, and we’ll get started.” Renji replied nodding his head to a near by table. Renji was trying so hard to keep himself in check. Just play cool, he thought, you can handle this. Who am I trying ta fool, I’m so fucking excited that I don’t only get ta see him without his shirt, but I also get the chance to taste my favorite strawberry. That’s when Renji noticed the strawberry Ichigo was holding. “Ah, what’s up with the strawberry, Ichigo?”

“It’s for after ya finish the shot, Renji” Ichigo answered.

“Why a strawberry, though?”

“Boke, do ya really need to ask that!” Ichigo sniggered as he shook his head at him. Renji just grinned and laughed. “All right then.” Ichigo turned around and lifted his shirt over his head. He was about to walk over to the near by billiards table, when he felt a light touch on his back stopping him in his tracks.

As soon as Ichigo took off his shirt, Renji’s eyes fixated on Ichigo’s tattoo. It was so beautiful and the urge to touch it was just too damn strong. And he didn’t want to stop himself this time so he reached out and started to trace the zanpakutous.

“Renji,” Ichigo gasped as he looked over his shoulder at him.

Renji met his shocked gaze and replied, “I’m sorry,” pulling his hand away.

Ichigo’s eyes filled with warmth erasing the shocked look from a moment ago and he said, “It doesn’t bother me, ya don’t have to stop ya know, Ren”

“Ya really don’t mind?” as he cautiously stretched his arm back out.

“No, I like the fact you like it.” Ichigo stated.

When Renji’s fingers slowly began tracing the amazing tattoo, he felt Ichigo inhale a deep breath upon the contact. He started tracing the tattoo at the tip of Zangetsu, his fingers glided down the edge of the blade. They continued down the cloth wrapping and came to rest on Ichigo’s lower back where the cloth wrapping of Zangetsu and the chains of Ten Sa Zan Getsu came together. Ichigo finally released the breath that he was unconsciously holding. It expelled in a long sigh. Renji moved in closer to Ichigo’s back side. His palm splayed on his lower back. He bent his head towards Ichigo’s ear and said in a low voice, “It’s beautiful, ya know?” Ichigo shivered at the contact of Renji’s strong hand on his lower back and the warmth of his breath upon his ear.

“I guess so,” he shakily replied.

“Ya guess so! God, I’ve always like that about ya. Ya never did seem to realize how…” Renji caught himself and stopped himself from finishing the statement.

Ichigo spun around and asked, “Realize what, Renji?”

Renji shrugged his shoulders and met Ichigo’s questioning look “Ah nothin, don’t worry about.”

“Damn it, realize what!” Ichigo punched Renji in the shoulder.

“Shit!” Renji gripped his throbbing shoulder and looked stricken at Ichigo. “That hurt ya ass!”

Ichigo stood there with a proud grin saying, “Well, then answer me ya prick, and don’t say it’s nothin.”

“Ya got stronger” Renji muttered while rubbing his shoulder.

“What ya expect after two damn years!” glaring at the redhead.

“Ya got a point.”

“No, shit! Now answer me, realize what?” Ichigo stood there ready to punch him again, if he had too.

Renji shook his head. “Fuck you’re not gonna let this go are ya?” Ichigo just glared at him some more. “Fine, damn my stupid mouth, realize how attractive you are, now are ya happy asshole!” Renji sneered.

“Yup I am,” beamed Ichigo. He turned around and finished walking over to the billiards table. Ichigo climbed on top and flipped over. His muscles flex and rolled from the movements. He laid back and supported his self on his elbows which tightened his abs. Once he was settled he looked up at Renji, Renji was standing there actually gapping.

Renji’s eyes raked over his body. Everywhere they landed on his body, the area seemed to grow warmer. All Ichigo could do was lay there waiting for Renji to move forward, but Renji was glued to the spot staring at him hungrily. Ah, god if he keeps this up I’m gonna fuckin get hard. And of course as soon as he thought that, he felt the tightening of his jeans. Shit, he grasped as he grew even harder when Renji noticed his reaction. He had to do something, everyone was watching them and here he was shirtless laying on a billiards table with a raging hard on which at this point was very noticeable. “Ah, Renji, ya think we can move this along?”

“Oh yeah, sorry I … OH FUCK IT…, you’re so goddamn hot!” Renji said as he quickly moved forward towards Ichigo, not caring what anyone thought.

Renji put down the drink on the side rail of the table and hoisted himself up. He proceeded to straddle himself in a hunched standing position over Ichigo’s legs balancing himself on the balls of his feet. “Ya know this brings back memories?” Renji smirked as he peered down at him.*

Ichigo looked up at Renji puzzled for a second and then smiled. “Oh yeah, ya mean when ya were trying to wake me up. I have to admit I have thought about that a few times.”

Renji eyes locked with his when he heard what he had said and replied in a husky voice “You’re not the only one, Ichi.” Renji moved a little forward and went down on his knees bring their bodies closer together, mere inches separated the two.

“Renji, I…”, and was interrupted by his cell phone’s tone ringing… It’s Raining Men, Hallelujah, It’s Raining Men, Oh Ya!

“What the hell?” Renji said as he eyeballed Ichigo’s front pocket.

.Ichigo flushed and reached for his front pocket, “It’s my cell phone,” Ichigo quipped trying to explain.

He grabbed it from his pocket and flipped it open, answering it. “Konnichiwa, oh hey, Toru!” Ichigo gazed at Renji saying, “Sorry, I gotta take this, ya don’t mind do ya?” as he scooted farther back on the billiard table pulling himself out from underneath Renji.

“I, huh…” Renji was lost for words.

• Episode 64, New School Term, Renji in the Material World!

Author’s note: Please be kind and review. If you have followed from the beginning, do you think my writing has improved or not. Thank you, Gabby