Ichigo's Resolve

A/N: This is set during Bleach's 78th episode when Renji and Ganju drag Ichigo off to the basement... the story starts right as Ganju leaves to help Hanatarou with the convenience store. The entire beginning was in the anime, so I didn't come up with it- I only put it into words. The stuff from the anime ends and my original fic starts where I've put a few ~'s. I recommend watching episodes 78 and 79 again for fun and the full effect :)

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Renji watched as Ganju turned and ran from the room. Finally, he was alone with Ichigo... he had wanted to be with the orange-haired teen since their first fight. Ever since, he had been unable to get the teen away from everyone else to a quiet, private place. But now they were out of sight and out of earshot of the world's prying eyes.
"What a way to escape," he remarked, trying to fill the silence. His eyes slid to Ichigo, "well, it doesn't matter." With a shout, he swung at his friend. He knew the kid could dodge it easily, but it obviously took him by surprise as the teen squeaked as the blade whipped through the air above his head. Renji grinned, and started to wield Zabimaru using the fanciest swordplay he knew. He hoped that his friend would be impressed by the display, and swung at the teen again. Zabimaru hit Zangetsu with a bit more force than intended, and Ichigo flew back in the dust. 'Hmm... he really is lacking his resolve... this is much, much less than what he can do,' Renji thought. He followed as the teen did a few unintentional somersaults. The kid had a high tolerance for pain, so he wasn't too worried.
"It's just as he said. What's up with you? Your defense is full of openings!" the red-haired man said. Ichigo really did seem depressed, and he wanted to do anything in his power to cheer him up. Maybe spending some time on his knees would help?

"Shut up!" Ichigo roared. He hated being thought of as the weak one, or the one needing help. He looked into Renji Abarai's eyes and saw the intensity burning there.
"Is Kariya scary?" Renji asked. Ichigo had not expected this question. He wondered briefly if Renji was going to mock him for being afraid again. There was no way he was going to give anyone an opening to taunt him, so he shouted in retaliation, "He isn't scary!"

"When did you become like this?" Renji felt fear strike his own heart. If the Bountou was truly powerful enough to cause Ichigo's heart to falter, he really was an intimidating enemy. He wanted a miracle to happen- he never wanted the boy to be injured again.
"I didn't!" protested said boy, apparently still angry that his dark mood had been found out. Renji began to get exasperated with him. 'Fine, he doesn't want to share his fears and emotions with me? We'll see about that!' he thought, as he charged. He began to spar with the boy once more. Though he tried to seem angry, he really wanted this battle to be over so they could get around to... other things.
"Since when did you care about coming up with plans?" Renji pushed, trying to get the boy distracted from the battle. Although it wasn't a serious fight, Ichigo still was far stronger and didn't usually think to hold back his strength. And it was odd, that Ichigo had consented to join the conversation about the Bountou. Normally, he completely ignored strategy and planning; preferring to recklessly charge into battle. Still in a weapon lock, he spat out, "It's pathetic! That's why you're scared!" His eyes took in the teen in front of him, noting the lean, muscled frame, fierce eyes, and the trademark orange hair. This exterior, this person, didn't mesh with fear. He had never known Ichigo to be so afraid. Not even when Captain Kuchiki left him for dead as they took Rukia back to Soul Society. He didn't like his Ichigo to be frightened.
"I don't think it suits you. The you who snuck into Soul Society wouldn't be scared off like that!" Full of anger, the vice-captain lashed at the boy one last time.
Green light flashed from where the weapons met, and Renji yelled joyfully as Ichigo's face shone with life. They fell apart, causing a giant cloud of dust to rise from the ground. Sparks of lightning buzzed and flashed; the representative Shinigami strode out of the dust. Renji never wanted to forget this scene of raw power and beauty. He stared at the teen's intense, attractive face and knew that he needed to touch him, needed to caress that unblemished skin. He no longer held any weapon, no longer wanted to play this game.
"It seems that you've formed some resolve, haven't you?" he noted. The teen's jaw was set, his expression was grim. "D-Don't get so angry," Renji added, trying to rectify the situation. Fear was forming in his own mind now, as his friend advanced. He continued trying to pacify Ichigo, saying, "H-hey, I was just saying things to try to get you worked up!" his opponent continued to get closer and closer, until their faces were almost touching. Renji thought he was going to have to force his friend down to the ground right then, when the teen breathed momentarily on his face. He felt himself hardening under his kimono. The titillating combination of fear and lust sent spirals of want down to his cock and he didn't know if he wanted his friend to notice or not. Much to his dismay, the boy turned away.
"Thank you, Renji."
Renji's lips turned up in a smug smile as Ichigo began to walk away.
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"Where are you going?" Renji asked.
"To join the others, of course," was the reply.
"No need... we... have plenty of time," this was now or never, the crimson-haired Shinigami told himself. He took a deep breath to quell the his nervousness and reached out, holding onto his friend's shoulder. Ichigo slowly rotated, facing the older man. Their eyes searched each other's, asking silent questions.

Renji Abarai was not fond of waiting. He had waited for a long, long time... he moved his hands from Ichigo's shoulders and grasped the spiky hair. He leaned forwards and gently touched their lips together. The boy seemed hesitant, but granted Renji's tongue entrance when coaxed. Renji relaxed his grip on the boy and stroked the coarse hair. Renji knew that Ichigo was very inexperienced, so he took the lead and ran his tongue over the teen's teeth before withdrawing slightly and tasting the teen's bottom lip. He knew he was getting a reaction when Ichigo moaned and wrapped his arms around him. Renji felt the hands hesitatingly touch his back and ass. Oh, it was tantalizing. He backed off an inch and looked into Ichigo's warm brown eyes.
"Do you want... do you want it?" he gasped out, pressing his erection into the boy's hips to clarify.
"I think it's quite clear, that... I..." Ichigo trailed off, turning red. He couldn't find the words to say, so he showed his acceptance by beginning to undress Renji.

By the time Renji stood before him fully naked, he was nearly shaking from the need to touch, lick, and stroke the boy. Instead, he waited to see what Ichigo's next move would be. He closed his eyes and waited... the boy took the initiative and licked the muscled chest, taking one hardened nipple into his mouth and nibbling lightly before moving to the next one. His hands never stopped rubbing, massaging the chiseled back. Renji groaned. He wanted to go faster, do more, but the boy wasn't ready. Patience was a virtue, after all.
That patience served him well, when Ichigo kneeled and applied his tongue to Renji's hard length.
"Ah!" he cried in surprise and pleasure. Seeing Ichigo's questioning look, he reassured the boy, "Oh, that feels... don't stop, oh... yes."
Ichigo had his cock in his mouth, and although he didn't show any inclination to deepthroat it, he sucked and kissed it with enthusiasm. He ran his tongue down the stiff shaft and took Renji's sack in his warm cavity, carefully keeping his teeth away from the sensitive skin. He sucked in, gently, slightly, but was pushed away by the other man.
"You're going to make me cum, and you're still dressed. This isn't fair yet," Renji said, ripping off the teen's kimono with amazing speed. In response to the protest, he put a finger against the other male's lips and reminded him that Ishida worked miracles with a needle and thread.
"Now, Ishigo, fair is fair. Lie down on your back," he instructed. After the boy complied, Renji bent his head to work on the body part that stood up, begging for attention. He deep throated it, humming as he used his hands to rub all over the lean body. He played with the nipples and caressed his balls, until Ichigo's body tensed for a moment and he came, spending himself in the warm mouth. He was out of breath and shaking from the orgasm, but Renji wasn't done. The older Shinigami stretched, letting Ichigo watch his tattooed skin ripple over his taut muscles, before effortlessly flipping the teen over and propping him up on his hands and knees.
"Can you take this?" he asked, seriously, and Ichigo only needed a moment of thought before gasping, "Yes! I want you... I... need... Fuck me!"
"Your wish is my command..." murmured Renji wickedly, "lick my fingers." After his fingers were sufficiently dripping, he inserted one into the boy's tight entrance. He moved it around a little bit before adding another and scissoring them. The boy was incredibly relaxed- he'd thought that he would be nervous.
"MMmmm, Ren..ji.... no more fingers, oh, I want YOU," Ichigo choked. Renji accepted the plea and rubbed more saliva onto his throbbing member. He maneuvered himself directly behind the fiery-haired boy and pressed himself between the pale cheeks. Groaning, Ichigo pushed himself back until Renji was completely sheathed in the warmth.

Oh, God, it felt good. Renji grabbed the uke's hips and began to thrust madly into the tight hole. Ichigo's moans and gasps were his motivation, and soon he was pushed over the edge. He climaxed with a lusty roar.
"Ichigo... we still have the entire night, you know..." he whispered to his beautiful lover.


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A/N: Here's the very beginning of episode 79- my story fits in very well with both episode 78 and 79... haha...


*Orihime is standing in front of a window*
Orihime: I wonder how long Kurosaki-kun and Renji-kun are going to continue their training.
Rukia: Who knows? Well, it's best to let them rough-house until they're ready to stop. Seriously, he got so depressed after losing just once!
--- *30 seconds later, Ichigo stumbles into the dining room*
Ichigo: Uuhhhh. I'm tired!
*Renji stumbles into the room as well, also obviously tired*
Renji: I got all worked up and before I realized it, it was morning.

--- *after Renji has some coffee and Rukia sits down at the table*
Rukia: Seems like you got over it.
Ichigo: What?
Renji: It was really tough! This idiot was so depressed.
Ichigo: Shut up! I wasn't that depressed!
Renji: Mmmmmmmmm? *leans over into Ichigo's face*
Ichigo: What's with those eyes?
Rukia: Well, fine. At any rate, you're all refreshed.
Ichigo: Yeah!