Not a Girl

He wasn’t supposed to feel like this. He was supposed to like girls, dammit. He was supposed to fall in love. Get married. Have children. With a GIRL!! But right now, at this moment, he didn’t care about children, marriage or girls. No, all that mattered was that hand, that rough, calloused, STRONG hand gliding down his chest. Like silk, as it slid down. He felt fingers roughly grip his hip. He felt lips brushing feather light kisses across his collarbone. But more than anything, he felt his lover push himself even deeper inside of him. A strangled noise escaped his lips, the beginning of a name, until the lips that had been teasing crushed against his own. Moving with him, tongues battling, nails digging into his lovers back, Ichigo’s back arched, breaking their kiss. Brown clashed with red as the two stared into each other’s eyes. “Nyah, Reeeeeen…so…GOD!” Ichigo managed to gasp out. Renji tightened his grip on his lover’s hips and began pounding into him with a newfound energy. It didn’t take much longer, with every hit to Ichigo’s prostate, a mewling sound escaped him, only to urge Renji on. Swiftly stroking Ichigo’s weeping cock, Renji felt himself begin to let go. With one final, deep thrust, he came within his lover at the same moment Ichigo found his own release. Panting heavily, the lieutenant of the sixth division collapsed carefully on top of the Shinigami representative. Sweat coated their bodies, and exhaustion was slowly catching up with them. Renji slowly pulled himself out of Ichigo, immediately missing the warmth. Rolling to his side, he gently tugged the teenager into his arms. With his arms secured around Ichigo, Renji closed his eyes and slowly drifted off into sleep. Ichigo looked at his Renji as he fell into unconsciousness and realized something. All this time, he thought he was supposed to fall in love with some girl, a girl who would never understand him, never spar with him, never see who could out drink who, or love him for being the complete moron he was. Renji did, and that’s all that really mattered. As his eyes slowly fluttered shut, Ichigo’s mind decided to point out two things. One, that he loved Renji (who most certainly was NOT a girl) and two, that at least neither one of them had to worry about any unplanned pregnancies. With a quiet snort, Ichigo followed his lover into sweet oblivion.