Marked

Title: Marked

Characters/Pairings: Renji/Orihime. Written on request for the bleach_exhange livejournal community.

Length: 4520 words

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: language and explicit sex, kiddies!

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or its characters, blah, blah, blah...

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How it had turned from reassurance into this, she wasn’t sure.



His kiss was unexpected, but definitely not unwelcome. And actually, she was quite enjoying it; he was an excellent kisser. Timid at first, then intense and dominant and eager, he kissed like he needed her to kiss him. And she liked it. She hadn’t felt this needed in a long time.

She pulled him closer and looked up, smiling. “You know, Abarai-kun… I can’t remember how exactly we got here,” she giggled, shifting to sit closer, “That’s so funny. This always happens to me, really. One minute I’m doing one thing, then the next I’m off in some completely different place doing something else. And I can never remember how I got there. And it’s always what I least expected. But, then, it usually ends up being something really neat, you know? Like when we came to Soul Society. One minute I was seeing ghosts and the next I’m piggy-back riding on Ken-chan’s back looking for Kurosaki-kun so that he can beat him up, even though I didn’t really want him to beat up Kurosaki-kun. And, all the while Yachiru-chan is jumping on my head and laughing. And then Kurosaki-kun— “

Suddenly she found his large warm hand wrapped over her mouth. “Are you nervous or somethin’, Inoue-san?” Orihime’s eyes went wide for a second. And then, understanding swept over her. Renji did not want to hear any more about ‘Kurosaki-kun.’ Apparently he’d heard enough from everyone else.

Eyes softening, she moved to close her mouth, lips brushing over the creases of his palm as they closed. Almost imperceptibly, she felt Renji’s fingers twitch against her cheek as his eyes shifted from hers to focus intensely where his own hand rested over her mouth. Her breath hitched at the look in his eyes. No one had ever looked at her that way before, or at least, not that she’d noticed. It was exciting.

Blushing, Renji pulled his hand down quickly, saying, “Uh…Sorry, if I made ya’ uncomfortable. I dunno where that came from…” He shifted uncomfortably, gaze moving away from her, across Urahara’s small spare room, to the rice paper wall opposite them. “Guess I’m just glad someone’s willin’ ta’ any spend time with somebody like me, ya’ know.”

She smiled warmly and got up to her knees. “You don’t make me nervous at all, Abarai-kun. And, I want to be here with you,” Orihime said taking hold of his shoulders, turning him to look her straight in the eyes. “Really, I am the one who should apologize for making you uncomfortable. I always talk like that. Well, actually, I guess I do that in a lot of other things too. I mean, I just get started on something and can’t seem to quit. Someone’s always having to swoop in and save me from doing the wrong thing or going too far and—”

And once again, she found that she’d been silenced by Renji. But his mouth, she decided, was far more enjoyable a silencer than his hand had been. Her grip on his broad shoulders tightened as his tongue slipped along her lips. Orihime’s mouth seemed to fall open of it’s own accord, her own tongue darting out to slide against his. He groaned into her mouth and took hold of her waist, pulling her to him. In an innocent gesture to get closer, she shifted one knee to the other side of him, straddling his lap.

The change of position most definitely did not go without notice.

As the kiss deepened, Orihime began to slide down from kneeling astride Renji into a seated position on top of him. His grip on her waist tightened, holding her up and away from him. She stilled, confused as to why he’d pull her closer then keep her away. “Abarai-k—“

“Renji,” he said, eyes clenched, breath coming in heavy rasps. Then, with a short chuckle and an awkward smirk, he looked back up at her and said, “Call me Renji.”

She smiled and wound her small hands around his neck. “Alright, Renji. Then, you must call me Orihime, as well.”

He grinned. “Yeah… okay, Orihime.” And his hand found it’s way into her mass of auburn hair and pulled her into another searing kiss.

Her hands slid down to push his gi loose from his shoulders, gripping and massaging the muscles there. Releasing his lips to breathe, she looked down at his now partially exposed chest. “I like your tattoos, Renji-kun,” she said, running her finger down from the one below his ear to the one over his pectorals.

He grinned again, “Me too.”

“Can I see the rest of them?” she asked, eyes innocent and wide, hands eagerly toying with the open front of his shirt.

Renji paused, opening his mouth to answer but looking as though he was unable to do so. He looked back and forth between her ingenuous eyes, clearly not knowing what to say to her. Finally, looking away with another smirk, he shook his head and laughed almost mischievously under his breath. “Um…sure. If ya’ wanna. But, Orihime… I should tell ya’, there’re a coupl’a tattoos that even my best friends haven’t seen.”

She was thrilled. He would share something with her that maybe even Rukia-san hadn’t seen? “Really, Renji? How many? Where are they?” she said, untying his obi and pulling at his gi until it hung completely open.

She watched as his face blanched; that was obviously not the response he had been expecting of her. Orihime couldn’t figure out why he’d seemed so embarrassed of his tattoos now. After all, she could see them plainly before her; it wasn’t a mystery anymore. “Did I say something wrong again? Oh, probably; I’m always doing that. But, you know, you don’t have to be shy about it. I have seen boys without their shirts on before, Renji-san,” she said, sitting back on his lower thighs and leaning in to inspect the markings on his chest more closely. Renji really had an amazing body. Warm and toned and so strong, she could admire him like this all day.

He relaxed and leaned back on his hands, letting her run her little fingers over him. And Orihime, she was completely transfixed by the tattoos; she’d never seen any quite like them before. They were rhythmic and primal and seemed to move down his body like an electric current. They were just so him.

It was as her fingers slid down his abdomen, enjoying the way his muscles tightened as her hands moved over him, that she noticed them. Two pointed black markings on the flesh of his lower hipbones, peeking out ever so slightly from below the waist of his hakama. She reached out and ran her thumb down over the one on his right hip. “Are there more… under here, Renji-kun?” she asked, finally appreciating just why he’d seemed so shy about showing her all of his tattoos.

He flinched slightly at her touch and blushed again, looking away. “Well… yeah. Three.” He said in a low voice, adding quickly, “But, I’m not sayin’ that ta’ getcha into my pants or anythin’ like that, Orihime. Really, I wouldn’t ever try anythin’ like that on you. I mean you’re still pretty much a kid and everythin’ and I—”

And this time, it was his turn to shut up. Because her lips were on his and she was sitting halfway across his lap, and what he was going to say wasn’t all that important anyway. She already trusted him. Slowly, Orihime ran her fingertips up his abdomen in a deliberately light caress, tracing over his tattoos as she came upon them, until her fingers were buried in the thick mass of claret hair pulled up at the back of his head. Renji responded with a moan, his hands going up to splay gently across her back, as though still unsure if it were acceptable to be touching her.

Orihime smiled into the kiss, pressing her breasts against his bare chest in hopeful encouragement. She knew that she was well endowed; one didn’t get to be a chesty sixteen-year-old without knowing it. She did go to school with teenage boys and girls, after all.

It seemed that the encouragement was all Renji needed as his hands slid up into her ginger hair, to the base of her neck, pulling her deeper into the kiss. She shifted to get more comfortable in his embrace, sliding one knee back to the other side of his legs once again. This was the best way to sit when you were kissing, Orihime decided. It felt right like this.

She felt Renji’s hands tighten in her hair before going slack to fall down onto her hips, this time pulling her up flush against him. And she decided that this was even nicer, feeling every inch of his warm and firm body all along hers. It was exhilarating. Her skin felt flush, sensitive beneath her clothes, like he really couldn’t touch enough of her.

The kiss was becoming dizzying, fast and wet, lips and tongues and bodies crashing and rolling into each other. As Orihime pulled back, gasping for air, Renji leaned into her neck, breath coming in hot moist pants against her skin. “Damn,” he groaned, long fingers massaging her hips, “It’s been…shit, decades since a girl came on ta’ me.”

“Really?” Orihime breathed, instinctively rocking forward into his lap again. He nodded and moaned in response, unconsciously thrusting back. And, for the first time since the kiss had begun, she felt him. Right there, pressing against her most private area. Renji was hard.

She blushed and bit her lip trying not to giggle at the knowledge that she’d made him that way. But, she wasn’t embarrassed; Orihime knew what happened to boys when they were aroused. She’d just never been so close to one when he was. And this wasn’t just any regular boy. This was a man, an untamed, fierce one. A shinigami, a powerful slayer. This was Abarai Renji. And he was there, reigning in that power, holding onto her so gently, sitting patiently beneath her, hard and hot and wanting of her. It made her own body throb with the knowledge.

But as she turned her gaze back into those dark eyes, feverish with what almost looked like desperation, Orihime felt as though her heart would burst. How it could have been so long since Renji had had a girl who wanted him, she couldn’t comprehend. Surely, he had no trouble finding any who were attracted to him. That just couldn’t be it. Maybe he had been waiting for a certain girl or…

And then, it hit her. Like a splash of cold water on her overheated skin. She knew why he had seemed so down when she’d asked him if he’d like company walking back to Urahara-san’s from school. Rukia-san. With Kurosaki-kun. The two of them… together. As a couple.

Abarai-kun had been waiting all along for Rukia. And she had chosen Ichigo. And Renji had… he had let her go. He knew that being with Kurosaki-kun was what she wanted. And he had let her go, without so much as a moment’s pause.

Feeling his arms tighten around her, Orihime made up her mind. Renji-kun, who was too good a man to ruin his friends’ happiness by pursuing his own, was too good a man to feel unwanted. She leaned down, taking his lips again. He deserved to know that someone liked him. That she liked him.

Then getting an idea, Orihime grinned and looked down into his flushed face, fingers sliding back down his now moist torso, heading slowly for his hakama. “Renji… can I see the last three?”

He looked back and forth between her eyes for a moment, as if deciding what to say. “Orihime, I’m fine with just this, really. I don’t wantcha’ ta’ feel like ya’ gotta— Oh… damn.”

And she’d untied the belt, pulled his hakama completely loose and had her fingers gripping his length before he’d had the chance to tell her not to. “So, this is where they are,” she said, leaning in to kiss one of the inked lines at his sharp hipbones, watching as the muscles there strained in an effort not to push toward her.

She smiled, turning her attention coyly over to his erection. Boys’ bodies really were rather strange. She felt the texture of him, softer than she’d thought it would be, and ran her fingernails lightly down the heated skin and into the crimson hair curled at his base, hearing his breath hiss through his teeth as she did so. And then her attention turned back to the black marking inked upon its length.

Renji really did have tattoos everywhere.

It was obvious, however, that the tattoos were the last thing on Renji’s mind. Save for the groans and hitches of breath elicited by her touches, he had gone completely silent. And, Orihime knew he was restraining himself.

Sitting back up, she leaned in, until her mouth was a hair’s breadth away from his, and said, “You don’t need to hold back for me, Renji-kun. I want to do this for you. With you.” Then, sliding in to place a kiss on his chest, she began to stroke him lightly. “I like your tattoos, Renji…” she repeated, kissing lower, “I like the shapes. I like how they move on you. And, I like how they look like you. Did they hurt? I bet they did,” she rambled, sliding a thumb over his slick swollen head, “But, you’re strong. You probably would tell me they didn’t, right?“

“What about this one,” Orihime asked curiously, moving forward to run her tongue tentatively down the line of ink etched along his erection. She couldn’t resist; she’d heard from other girls that boys really liked this. And she was interested as to whether having gotten a tattoo there had affected his sensitivity. “Did this one hurt, Renji?”

Suddenly, she felt his reiatsu flare like an animal loosed from its cage, and she found herself flat on the floor mat, staring up at one very aroused shinigami. “Look, I want this Orihime, okay. Shit, I need this. And I can’t really believe you’re actually here, lying with me, wanting to touch me. But, I need to know that you’re sure this is really what ya’ want. ‘Cause if you keep goin’ on like this, havin’ ta’ stop will be, fuck… just too much. Not that I wouldn’t stop if you wanted me to, but—“

“You know, you kind of talk too much sometimes, Renji,” Orihime said, smiling genuinely as she reached behind his neck to pull him down. “I already told you that I want to do this with you. I want you, Renji.” Then, feeling her face heat up in shyness for the first time that afternoon, she added, “So…can we start now?”

His open mouth curved into a smirk. “Yeah…” he agreed breathily, eyes roving down over her body. “But, it’ll be a lot easier if you aren’t wearing so much,” he murmured, lips ghosting against hers, as his hand caressed the flat plane of her belly.

“Oh!” she replied with a start, eyes wide, “How silly of me. Here, I’ve taken off most of your clothes and I haven’t even asked if you would like to see me without mine!” Moving out from underneath him to sit, Orihime reached up to unfasten her shirt and tie and bra, pulling all three off in one quick, practiced movement.

Humming gladly to herself as she moved to the button on her skirt, she looked up to see Renji. He was sitting there, looking at her. No, he was sitting there… staring at her. She giggled slightly at the attention and turned to lie on her side, propped up on one arm. “You can touch me if you’d like to, Renji.”

He grinned again, like a kid in a toy store, and slid forward to take hold of her legs, pulling her over onto his futon beneath him. “Good.” And his hands slid down the outsides of her thighs, pushing her skirt up as he leaned into her, running his tongue over her mouth, teasingly. “’Cause you’ve got no idea how hard it’s been on me, having’ ta’ keep myself off ya’,” he added, large hands moving completely up her skirt, down the backs of her legs to take hold of her bottom, as he ground himself down against her for emphasis. “I’ve never been too good at behavin’.”

Orihime laughed at that. “Well, I’ve never been too good at doing the right thing at the right time either, Renji-kun. So, I guess we’re just two of a kind, huh?” she said, legs sliding up to encircle his slim hips, toeing off her loafers as she hooked her stocking feet behind his bare back.

Renji groaned as she pressed her heels into his lower back, pushing him up fully against her. “Hell, yeah…” he answered as he leaned down to take a soft pink nipple into his mouth, rocking his pelvis up against her as he did so. And suddenly, her whole abdomen felt aflame, fiery chills licking at her nerves.

“Oh, goodness…” she moaned into his ruby hair. And she thrust herself back into him experimentally, to see if she could make it happen again. “Oh, Renji, that’s…Oh!” As their bodies began moving together, crashing into each other she whimpered; this was far more incredible than she had thought it ever would be.

He turned his attention away from her breasts to look up at her. Then with a smirk at her astonished expression, he began licking down her stomach, moving his hands from where they were still kneading her bottom, around the fronts of her thighs to the seams of her underwear, slipping fingertips just beneath to rub at the soft flesh of her hips.

“More, Orihime?” Renji asked, eyes impishly hopeful.

“Yes,” she replied, heart racing at the look he was giving her. “Show me everything, Renji-kun. It feels so nice.”

With a grin and disbelieving shake of his head, he sat back on his knees. “Shit, ‘Hime, that’s a request I’ve never had before. How ‘bout,” he said, tucking his fingers below the elastic of her panties, pulling them gently down and off her legs, “I show you the best stuff, instead.” His fingers slowly inched back up the insides of her legs, ticklingly light in their movement, and her breath hitched in sudden anticipation.

“Oh, yes. That sounds good,” Orihime nodded, uncharacteristically unable to find any more words as Renji pushed up the gray fabric of her skirt and leaned down between her thighs to lick at her the way she’d done to him. And all thoughts flew from her mind at the sudden sensation. Wet and cool and probing and, oh…none of the girls at school had told her about this.

Orihime moaned loudly and tugged at his hair, pulling it loose from its tie. Her skin felt too tight and hot and she had the most nagging, painfully blissful itch deep in her belly. And his tongue was sliding lower and moving inside and, goodness, maybe she was going to die. Because the feeling was too big, too important. And if he stopped doing this now she thought she might cry.

His hands had moved up to toy with her breasts as his mouth slid back to where the sensation was strongest and his fingers and tongue worked together. And the pressure was too immense; maybe she didn’t want him to keep going after all. But suddenly, her eyes were flying open and her back was arching and time stopped and sped up all at once and her body felt like it had come unhinged and never, ever wanted it to be put back together and the universe seemed to revolve around that one tiny spot where his mouth moved.

But then, as quickly as it had happened, it was over and she was back on Earth again and he was propped above her, grinning knowingly, kissing her collarbone.

“Oh wow, Renji-kun,” Orihime smiled back, tracing the tattoos on his arms. Then, as she guiltily registered the heavy heat of his forgotten arousal pressing into her thigh, she reached down to push his hakama down his hips and wrapped her legs around his body again, drawing him closer.

Immediately, her breath caught as hard and hot and wet and soft slid together for the first time. That was not a sensation she’d been expecting either. “Do you want to…” she said, blinking. He felt enormous now that he was pressing against her. She knew he was supposed to fit, but that just couldn’t be. Maybe that’s why her teachers had told them it hurt the first time.

She gazed up at him; Renji’s eyes had fallen shut and his marked brow was perspiring. With an unsteady breath, he asked, “Do ya’ want me ta’ stop, Orihime?”

Leaning up, she kissed him gently and said, “No.” Orihime figured if Renji could take having a tattoo put down there, that she could be just as tough. And, she didn’t really mind the idea of being marked like this. Especially by someone like Renji.


He sighed in palpable relief and reached down between them to position himself. “It’s gonna hurt ya’, Orihime…”

“Oh, I know, Renji” she replied, smiling expectantly.

As he leaned down to nestle his head against the crook of her neck, crimson hair falling off his shoulder to drape across her breasts as he did so, Renji said, “I’ll do it fast, ta’ get that part over with.”

“Okay,” Orihime whispered. She didn’t know why she felt the need to speak so quietly all of a sudden, but she did.

Renji nodded and thrust forward into her. And her eyes went wide. It was far worse than she had been expecting. Theoretically speaking, Orihime knew it was supposed to be painful, she just didn’t, until that moment, really know how painful. She tried to breathe, only to realize she was already doing so, and quite rapidly. It burned and felt torn and she felt that if she moved, she just might rip in two.

Orihime glanced up, finding Renji waiting with a rather pained look on his face. Had it hurt him too? Maybe she was too small and she had hurt him! That would be terrible! And suddenly, her pain was forgotten in the wake of the possibility. She had not wanted to hurt him by doing this. “R-Renji? Are you okay?”

With a shuddering chuckle he said, “I’m f— … I’m fine, ‘Hime… Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” she said, reaching up to stroke his sweat-slicked hair back from his eyes. And that was mostly true. The real shock of pain was already beginning to subside; all that remained was a soreness, like being stretched too far, and a fullness that even she couldn’t describe with words. He was inside her and it was really rather incredible. “You can keep going if you want.”

He sighed and licked his lips, pulling partially out. And that, too, was a shocking feeling. But then he was back, twisting his hips just so and pressing down against that spot that made her body feel alive and she decided, moaning and wriggling against him, that this sex thing really might end up being all its cracked up to be.

“Oh, Renji! That’s… oh, that’s amazing!” Orihime whimpered, now trying to match his thrusts, hoping to make it as amazing for him as it was for her.

“Ahhh, ‘Hime…” Renji panted, eyes watching her breasts as they bounced. “Fuck… you feel so good.”

“Oh yes, Renji!” she said, eyes falling shut, “Oh, faster…”

He grinned down at her and it was as though she’d unlocked the door holding him back. Renji arched his back and began thrusting so quickly that Orihime thought perhaps shunpo was a technique shinigami could use in any way they chose.

But, then coherent thought flew from her mind as that feeling from before was coiling in her belly again, tight and more insistent than the first time, and she knew she was close. And from the look of concentration creased into his brow, it appeared as though Renji was too. His thrusts had gone from quick to wild and she knew the end was coming for the both of them.

And then, her world shattered into a swirl of tattooed skin and straining muscles and bright red hair and strained moans and white lights, and was the human body really supposed to twist like this? She didn’t know. All she knew was perfect pleasure and the man above her, writhing and panting her name. He was everything and he was everywhere and nothing else mattered.

Afterward, as the last waves of the pleasure dwindled, she lay completely speechless. She didn’t even seem to notice as Renji shifted carefully above her, and pulled out. Then, he sighed and rolled beside her on his side, one arm still laying claim to her as she stared at the ceiling, chewing absently at her lower lip. “You okay, Orihime?” Renji asked quietly, hand moving to brush her russet hair away from her neck.

“Hmm…?” she sighed, still staring off thoughtfully. “Oh! Oh, yes! Yes, I am, Renji! I am wonderful,” she said, smiling as he kissed lazily at her neck. “I was just thinking about why Urahara-san would put that funny popcorny-looking plaster stuff on his ceiling. It looks really weird in this house, don’t you think. Hmm, maybe he likes American stuff or something…”

Renji stared at her, dumbfounded. Orihime didn’t pillow talk, she pillow babbled.

“Probably. Urahara-san seems to have the oddest stuff around here. And they have the strangest things in America! Like these candy that you put in your mouth and they fizz and crack and burst in your mouth. And, did you know, I heard that if you eat them when you drink soda, your whole body could explode! Isn’t that crazy! And, they also have these…” she continued, cheerfully.

Renji grinned and nuzzled into her, drifting off to the surprisingly comforting sound of her tirade on something called ‘forks.’

Orihime smiled warmly at the soft contented sound of his snoring, her one-sided conversation coming to an end. Placing her hand on the muscled arm resting over her chest, she sighed. And, for the umpteenth time that afternoon, she mused about his tattoos. She really did like them. Maybe she would get one too. One with flowers like her hairpins. That would be fun; Tsubaki would like that…

And slowly, she began to drift off to sleep as well. How it had turned from reassurance into this, she wasn’t sure. But then, she realized as she snuggled into Renji’s warmth... she didn’t really care. She was here with him now and he was happy, and that was all that counted wasn’t it?