Missing Pants

The party had gone off without a hitch. It was the first ever party that all the squads in the sereitei had all gone in together on. The fourth had cleaned and decorated, the sixth had provided the food and, of course, the eleventh had brought the alcohol. There had been a…minimum amount of fights, there could never be no fights, the eleventh squad was there after all. Mostly everyone had gotten drunk, even the kids from the real world who were just old enough to do so. It had turned out good all in all, everyone…mostly had made friends with each other and many people had started new ‘relationships’. If they were to be anything more then one night stands was yet to be seen but they were all having fun at least. Shunsui had taken Ukitake home, as was normal, Renji had taken Chad home, Byakuya, surprisingly, had taken Uryuu home but what was most surprising was…Rikichi had taken Ichigo home.

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Everyone saw Rikichi as just a shinigami who idolized his lieutenant. They saw him as obsessive…almost stalkerish, only focused on Renji single mindedly with a crush that had made him fall hard for the red head. No one thought he could focus on anyone else, they all thought all he could think about was being with Renji, being under Renji…

They were so wrong.

Rikichi was very, very focused on the substitute shinigami currently straddling his hips and rocking down against him. Renji was no where in his mind, his presence blown away by the orange haired teen on top of him. It had all happened very fast when they stumbled into his home. Their hands had been everywhere, pulling at each others clothes as they kissed sloppily, just trying to get to more skin, to touch and feel more. They had made their way precariously to the bed, stumbling in their stupor and the clothes they were throwing off, leaving strewn across the floor from the door to bed.

They were naked in moments, their bodies molding together as they fell to the bed, still moving against each other, their hands smoothing over each others body as their hips moved together. Rikichi had pinned Ichigo to the bed, his hands holding onto the others hips as he thrust down against him, grinding their erections together maddeningly. They had cum in what seemed like seconds, the liquid slick and hot between their bodies as they moaned in ecstasy, throwing their heads back because of the absolutely heavenly sensation.

Ichigo had flipped them seconds after that, straddling Rikichi’s hips and dragging his hand through the cum on his stomach. He had wasted no time sliding those cum covered fingers inside him, stretching himself for the other as quick as possible, in turn, teasing Rikichi almost to his edge.

Rikichi had been ready to flip Ichigo over and just pound into him by the time Ichigo pulled his fingers out, straddling the others hips. The black haired man slid his hands up, laying them on Ichigo’s hips as he pressed up a bit, the head of his erection bumping against the others slick entrance. He had never believed that he would get this far with Ichigo, he had always thought that he would bring him home and he would tell him, very nicely, why they could never do this. He never thought that he would be laying flat on his back, waiting for Ichigo to sink down over his twitching, leaking erection.

Ichigo didn’t say a word before he was pushing down, his back bowing as he took Rikichi to the root inside his body. His nails were scratching against the others chest as he groaned, panting harshly as he tried to get used to the sensation of being filled so full. A gasping moan came from his throat before he was moving again, raising and lowering himself on Rikichi’s thick erection. It was far from the first time he had been in this position but…this had to be the best it had ever felt.

His mind blanked after that, his head falling back as he moved up and down, drawing moans and gasps from both of their throats. Ichigo couldn’t help but lean back, balancing himself with his hands on Rikichi’s knee’s as he moved up and down faster, taking the sixth division members length deeper into his body, finally finding the perfect angle to slam against his prostate and wrench screams from his throat.

Neither of them lasted very long after that, their bodies were too over sensitized from their earlier orgasms and their recent activities. Ichigo’s nails were digging into Rikichi’s knee’s as he moved, another choked moan coming from his throat when Rikichi moved one of his hands, starting to stroke his erection just as harshly as Ichigo was moving on his rock hard length. It was just too much, the friction inside his body, the almost constant pressure against his prostate, and the sword calloused hand stroking his aching erection.

Ichigo’s orgasm pushed Rikichi over the edge as well. The way the teens entrance clamped around his erection and the way he seemed to flush from head to toe as thick streams of cum spilled from his erection, splattering on both of their chests wetly made him cry out as he arched up, pushing as deep as could into Ichigo’s body. He almost screamed when he came, filling up Ichigo’s body until his own, warm cum was dripping out of the others entrance onto his balls. Rikichi grunted a bit when Ichigo fell against his chest, clearly passed out but followed him moments later, sinking into the oblivion of sleep as pleasure slowly curled through his body.

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Rikichi and Ichigo were rudely awakened by pounding on the sixth division members door early that morning. Rikichi groaned, sitting up and looking down at Ichigo who had ended up curled up on his side beside him. The substitute shinigami was stubbornly staying asleep, ignoring the frantic voices on the other side of the door. “What?!” Rikichi suddenly yelled, not wanting to move anymore then Ichigo did.

“You have been summoned immediately by the captain, Rikichi!”

Rikichi groaned at that, pushing himself up off the bed with an annoyed noise. “Fine, fine, hold your horses, I’m coming!” He yelled, frantically digging through the clothes on the floor. He searched everywhere, getting more and more exasperated as he looked through the clothes. He seemed close to freaking out.

“What’s wrong?” Ichigo asked, propping himself up on the bed on his elbows, yawning lazily. He was watching Rikichi’s movements with half open eyes. He didn’t want to be awake yet and he wasn’t planning on staying that way for long after Rikichi left.

Rikichi groaned and threw his hands up, looking back at Ichigo with a frustrated growl. “My pants.” He said, looking around the room. “They’re missing!”

Ichigo just threw his head back and laughed, falling back against the bed. He couldn’t help but think, if this was the way their relationship would always be…there would never be a dull moment. And to think…it all started with missing pants.

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AN: Ahhhh! This so late! This is for E307 who caught my 30,000 hits, congratulations! I hope this is something…ish what you wanted. I know you probably think I forgot but I didn’t! I’ve just been swamped with everything else.

Well, there’s not really much to say about this other then enjoy.

Ohhhh yeah! I do have something to say!

Rikichi Seme!

Take that!!

*giggles* Well, thank you so much for reading! Favs and comments are loved!