But Where did the Bow Go?

[I promised someone a sequel to "Is that a Bow?" and so here it is...

Thanks to those who have read my fics and many thanks to those who have reviewed.]

Ichigo splashed cold water on his face. Renji had yet again managed to get under his skin and it was beginning to really piss him off. It wasn’t as if he didn’t like Renji – quite the contrary – he just didn’t have the time for any sort of relationship. There was his crazy father and younger sisters to look after, school work and now his shinigami duties. After all of that, Ichigo barely had time to sleep, never mind get himself involved with anyone else. Unfortunately, Renji didn’t seem to appreciate this and pursued Ichigo relentlessly, even turning to breaking and entering to try and seduce Ichigo.

This latest stunt though, had set Ichigo to wondering. Even thinking about how good it felt to have Renji’s lips and tongue around his erection made him grow hard again. Typical. He wanted to give the matter some serious thought without distraction and there was the biggest distraction of all! Ichigo glared down at his treacherous flesh.

“You don’t get a say in it.”

Cold water on his face didn’t help so maybe cold water down there would? Ichigo yanked down his boxers – that was as far as he had got in redressing – and prepared to douse himself. Then he heard a noise. A moan. As if someone was in pain but not quite. Curiosity won over the desire to rid himself of his erection so Ichigo pulled up his underwear and slipped out of the bathroom. The noises were coming from his bedroom. Ichigo stealthily crept along the hallway and peeped through the crack between the door and frame. His eyes fell upon such a sight that his breath caught in his throat, his mouth went dry and his cock started to throb.

“Hmm, Ichigo.” a whispered plea could be heard from Renji as the man stroked his still hard cock. That wasn’t what excited Ichigo the most though. No, it was seeing the index and middle fingers of Renji’s other hand disappearing up to the knuckles – and beyond – into his ass. Ichigo watched, curious and aroused in equal measures. This was what Renji wanted? Ichigo had always assumed the Renji would want to top, another reason for Ichigo’s reluctance to fully give into Renji’s seductions.

Fingers moved faster, plunging in and out of Renji’s ass. Ichigo felt his own buttocks clench and unclench in time to Renji’s movements. He drew his eyes to Renji’s other hand, which pumped his erection hard and fast. At the back of his mind, a voice told Ichigo he should be appalled at the idea of this man masturbating on his bed. Ichigo’s hormones argued back that Renji was merely doing as he had been told and besides, it was a glorious sight to behold. Clearly his hand agreed because without Ichigo making a conscious decision to do so, his hand slipped under his waistband and wrapped around his own erection.

Soon, Ichigo met Renji’s pace, stroking himself in time to the other’s movements. When Renji slowed down, Ichigo slowed down. When Renji speeded up, Ichigo speeded up. Both men were gasping for air and moaning with pleasure.

“Why don’t you just join me?”

Too startled by Renji’s invitation to move, Ichigo remained where he was and held his breath.

“Come on. I know you’re out there, watching.” Renji slipped his fingers deeper and arched his back. “It’s more fun with two.”

There was no denying he was watching, so Ichigo did the only thing he could do. He pushed the door open with his foot and walked into the room, hand still gently caressing his cock.

“Don’t be nervous.”

Renji smiled at Ichigo and moved to make space on the bed. Ichigo crossed the room and sat down, unsure of what to do next. That problem was solved for him when Renji passed a small tube over to him.

“Take me.”

His heart thudded so hard that Ichigo feared it might actually burst out of his chest. He removed the hand still in his boxers and pushed the material down, over his hips, thighs, knees and then kicked them across the room. Instinct took over and he popped the cap on the tube, squirted a little gel onto his hand and slicked it over his penis. From the corner of his eye, he saw Renji remove his fingers and place his hand flat on the bed.

“Sit back.”

Ichigo did as he was told, shuffling back on the bed until his back rested against the wall. Using the hand on the bed for leverage, Renji swung his leg over Ichigo’s and straddled his lap.

“You ready?”

Panic threatened to overtake Ichigo for a moment. So far, he had resisted the temptation to do this, to give into Renji and let the man do whatever he wanted to do and now, almost against his will, Renji was sliding down his cock. He felt the delicious tightness of the muscle, the heat of Renji’s body then Renji was moving. Up and down, a little circle of his hips here and there. Ichigo opened his mouth to speak but found it otherwise occupied. His hips rocked, moving to meet Renji’s thrusts and his hand found hard flesh.

It was too much for both men. The sensation of fucking Renji too pleasurable for Ichigo, he spilled deep inside Renji. His hand clenched tighter and tighter around Renji’s arousal and he felt the throb of his lover’s orgasm. Both men rode out their climaxes, gasping into each other’s mouth. As their orgasms subsided, Renji rested his forehead against Ichigo’s.

“So,” he panted. “Does this mean I’ve finally got my man?”

“Too tired. Ask me tomorrow.”

The next morning, Ichigo awoke to find himself alone in his bed with a bow tied neatly around his index finger.

The end.