While he was gone

Abarai Renji perched on the windowsill outside Kurosaki Ichigo’s room, nothing more than a silhouette in the full moonlight. He tested the window and, finding it unlocked, opened it and slipped inside. Sitting down on the edge, he untied his sandals and removed them along with his socks, before soundlessly sliding down onto the bed beneath, pushing the window closed behind him and placing his footwear on the floor.

Lying under the covers was a prone form, topped off with a shock of orange.

Renji grinned and got on all fours, crawled slowly, carefully over the sleeping body until he straddled it, hands resting on either side of the head.

He leaned in and took in the smell of the boy, of toothpaste and cheap soap and sleep, before he let his lips brush against an ear. He wanted so badly to nip it, lick it, but the thought of keeping Ichigo asleep for as long as possible while crouching over him like this was very appealing, so he kept from it.

He continued with his feather-light touches, slid his lips and the tip of his nose over the side of Ichigo’s face and neck, movements slowly growing more urgent without him realising it so when the body under him arched slightly he nearly jolted.

“Mff…”

Renji smiled, sunk down on top of Ichigo and clung like a monkey. He placed an open-mouthed, very wet kiss on a soft tan cheek. “Hey… Didn’t mean to wake you up…”

“Yeah?” Ichigo’s voice was thick with sleep but also tinged with something else, a note in it Renji couldn’t quite place. “’Cause it felt to me like you really wanted me to.” His voice was more nasal than usual, even with the added depth of sleepiness. It sounded more… annoying. More-

Kon! Fuck! “Uh… Kon?”

”Yeah, Ichigo isn’t in at the moment,” Kon drawled, rubbing his eye with the heel of his hand. “Can I take a message?”

Renji sat up, feeling his cheeks starting to burn. “No. No, damnit!” He couldn’t understand how he could’ve missed that Ichigo wasn’t in his body. Of course the boy’s reiatsu was subdued when he slept, but it was never gone entirely. Maybe the redhead had just been too eager.

Kon shifted beneath him, turning on his back when Renji rose a little. “Alright, alright…” He yawned. “Anything else I can do for you?”

“I don’t thi- …ngh…” The shinigami nearly doubled over on top of Kon when a long fingered hand grabbed his erection through the hakama.

“You sure? Couldn’t help but notice this when you rubbed yourself against my ass.”

“Kon…”

“Against Ichigo’s ass, sorry.” Kon smirked. “Can’t believe you couldn’t tell the difference.”

“Yeah well… Fuck. Me neither. Stop it, Kon.”

“Why? Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Ichigo… He doesn’t know.”

“Ichigo isn’t home right now,” Kon repeated. “Besides, you’ve done worse things with him. Let me help you...”

“Don’t do this,” Renji groaned, making no effort to remove Kon’s hand which had started moving slowly, rubbing Renji’s hard, oh so fucking hard cock. He clenched his teeth, trying to regain some semblance of control, put a stop to it. This was wrong, so very wrong. It might be the mod soul doing it to him, but it was still Ichigo’s body and Ichigo sure as hell hadn’t given his consent.

“He doesn’t need to know, you know…” Kon murmured, looking up, his eyes searching Renji’s face. “I won’t tell. I can just get you off. Isn’t that why you came? To get off? I’ve been told I’m good at it.”

The shinigami stared down, every word hitting him like a fist in the gut. He studied the face beneath him. The face of his lover, but… not. Kon’s brow was relaxed, for one, which looked very odd on Ichigo’s face. His expression was softer, his eyes large and gentle. There wasn’t a trace of arousal in them and that confused Renji a great deal. “Who told you that?” He somehow already knew the answer, but couldn’t help asking.

“Ichigo, of course.” Kon smiled, his other hand coming up and starting to work on the knots keeping Renji’s hakama up.

“Ichigo..? You fuck Ichigo?” Renji still feigned ignorance, didn’t really want to believe it, and still did nothing to stop the hands on him.

“He fucks me.” The mod soul had lowered his gaze, the tip of his tongue sticking out between full lips as he worked.

“How- Why? Are you…” By now Renji was whispering. The things Kon was saying, his gentle hands stripping Renji down, it was all making him unbelievably aroused and that in turn made him feel dirty, sick almost.

Kon had finished his work, the hakama falling down enough to reveal the shape of Renji’s thick cock trapped in only his fundoshi. “I wouldn’t go so far as to say we’ve feelings for each other, if that’s what you’re asking. He keeps his distance which I would do too, I guess, if I was fucking my own body.” Kon looked up again, his auburn eyes still soft. He started removing the undergarment as well. “He gets a little weirded out. Don’t get me wrong, he loves it. Why else would he keep doing it? I’m sure he could get enough tail elsewhere. Or cock. Big cock...” Nimble fingers made short work of the fundoshi, letting the long strip of fabric land on top of the hakama between Renji’s thighs. He closed his fist around Renji’s cock, squeezed for emphasis. “Already knew you were big though…”

Renji leaned forward with a little groan and braced himself on his knuckles on either side of Kon’s shoulders. The hand on him felt divine. Nothing like Ichigo’s, which felt great too, but where Ichigo’s was rough and eager, Kon’s was gentle and teasing and… skilled. He’d done this before, that was for sure. “How did you know? Ah, fuck. Like that...” Renji rolled his hips slowly, thrusting into Kon’s fist.

“How? There have been a few times when he came home after hooking up with you and then dumped me into his newly fucked body when his badge went off and he had to take off right away again. Always felt as if you were big. Felt so stretched, a little sore. Once I had trouble walking.” Kon snorted. “And of course I’ve heard you two going at it, too many times. His whines are incredible, aren’t they? Those quiet little keening sounds. You know.”

Renji moaned, which made Kon tighten his grip and move his hand just a little bit faster.

“Yeah, you know which sounds I’m talking about. Those. He never makes those with me, guess he has to be fucked.”

“Do…” Renji couldn’t believe he was asking, could hardly believe he was even thinking it. “Do you make those noises?”

“I wouldn’t know. I’m hardly conscious of what I sound like when he pounds me. What, you wanna find out?” The hand on Renji’s cock kept stroking him from base to tip over and over in one smooth movement, a slight twist of the wrist added with every upward stroke.

Kon’s hands were skilled indeed. They made Renji pant, made it impossible for him to keep his hips still. But there was this strange air around Kon that Renji kept wondering about. The way he stayed so calm, the way he kept talking. It wasn’t that the little mod soul wasn’t aroused, like Renji had thought at first. If he studied Kon’s face closer in the near-dark, he could see pink tint his cheeks, how he wet his lips. It was just that Kon was so relaxed with the entire situation. Like there was nothing wrong at all with him jerking Renji off while being in Ichigo’s body. There was a look of childish curiosity on his face, it was completely void of shame, not arousal. Renji found it drove him nearly mad with lust, fuelled by his own curiosity. He wanted to get to know this creature better, a lot better. But not like this. “No, I couldn’t fuck you. Not in Ichigo’s body.”

“I can understand that, I guess. How about I blow you?”

“Shit…”

“You could, you know, just climb up and straddle my shoulders.”

“Shit!”

“It’ll feel good.” Kon picked up the speed a little, the precum dripping from Renji’s cock making it easy.

“F-fuck, Kon, I don’t doubt that… hah... But why… are you doing this?”

“I wanna know what Ichigo feels. What feels so good he has to make those noises… I tell you, if my lion body was capable of it, I’d cum over and over when I listen to you fuck him. Abarai-” The mod soul paused and licked his lips while staring down at his moving hand. “…Renji... Let me suck you.”

“Fuck yes, alright.” His name spilling from Ichigo’s lips like that, in Ichigo’s voice, but not, made whatever last bit of restraint Renji harboured snap like an old rubber band. He clawed at the hakama pooling around his knees, trying not to get snared in them as he shuffled up to straddle Kon’s chest. He went from passive to active in the blink of an eye, burying his hand in orange bedhead hair and steadying himself against the headboard while rolling his hips and gently bumping the swollen, red head of his cock against Kon’s lips. “C’mon then.”

Kon managed a smile but got his mouth full as he opened it to reply. He stuck his tongue out, kept it flat along the sensitive vein on the underside of Renji’s cock, and just held his mouth open. His eyes travelled up to Renji’s face which by now was distorted with concentration and pleasure.

Renji in turn stared straight into the wall, too far gone to want anything else but ram his cock into Kon’s mouth – into Ichigo’s mouth. Shame gnawed at his centre and it rendered him unable to look down, but he worked his hips, snapped them forward and buried himself over and over in the searing wetness, tugging on the orange hair to get even deeper. “This what you wanted, Kon? This enough for you? You need me to fuck you too, to know what Ichigo feels? I can’t believe you. Shit… I can’t believe I’m doing this. But you feel… feel so fucking good. Fuck… Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Renji felt anger wash over him, anger aimed at himself for using both Ichigo and Kon like this but projected into fucking the mouth below him more roughly than he probably should.

Kon dug his fingers into Renji’s buttocks in reply, and pulled him even closer. He swallowed around the thick head pushing against the back of his throat and took shaky breaths through his nose when he was able to. It would be obvious to anyone watching that he enjoyed himself, even as he gagged a couple of times and drooled around the shaft.

“Is this how you suck Ichigo off? I… shit!” The big shinigami couldn’t take it. The level of pure wrongness drove him over the edge and he bent over the headboard, his hands grabbing it so tight the metal bar creaked, and came with a deep groan, filling the mod soul’s mouth.

Kon gasped desperately for air as he finally managed to pull away, cum dribbling down his chin. As soon as he had managed to calm his breath a little he wiped the fluid away with his fingers and then licked them clean, all while Renji was still looming over him, hanging onto the bed. “You taste nice, Renji.”

Renji grunted in reply, his heart pounding so hard he’d nearly gone deaf. When he released the headboard he had to put effort into straightening his fingers. They were like claws, joints locked and cramping. He shuffled back until he straddled Kon’s thighs. “You felt nice.” He managed a crooked smile, then leaned in and pressed his lips against the sweaty forehead. “Thanks.”

The mod soul studied Renji’s face when they parted. He tilted his head with a little smile. “I know that look on your face. It’s shame, isn’t it. You’re regretting this. Don’t. I liked it. I wanna do it again.”

“Yeah, well… Next time it ain’t gonna be in Ichigo’s body. And I don’t regret it… Not completely.”

Kon snorted. “How else could we do it?” Suddenly he straightened up and stared out the window. “Feel that?”

Renji frowned and looked out as well. “Yeah, definitely his reiatsu. Looks like he’s coming home.” Instead of panicking he calmly got up to put his hakama back on, not bothering with the fundoshi which he instead wrapped around his hips and fastened. This was a rather fucked up situation and it was in all honesty the kind Renji thrived in, always functioning better in chaos than order. Now that he had cleared his head from the thick, foggy lust, he felt he could take whatever he’d be dealt. He looked over at Kon and saw that the mod soul was as calm as him, raking orange hair with lazy fingers and once more wiping his mouth. There still wasn’t anything in the relaxed face saying he felt he’d done something wrong.

When Ichigo arrived in the window they both sat at opposite ends of the bed, just looking at each other, Renji in full uniform, Kon in the sweats and t-shirt he had been sleeping in.

“Renji! What are you doing here?”

“Just came by to see if you were awake. Didn’t feel you around when I was out so I assumed you’d be home. Only managed to wake Kon up instead.”

The young shinigami’s eyes narrowed when he looked from Kon in his body over to his friend. Then he shrugged and sat down in the open window. “Been here long?” He fished around in his robes after his shinigami badge and was just about to slam it against Kon’s back when Renji grabbed his wrist.

“Just a little while. Kon was bitching about how he had to go to the bathroom just now before you came. Maybe you should…” Renji looked over at Kon, knowing he must have the taste of Renji’s cum in his mouth and hoping he’d take the hint.

“Yeah, damnit Ichigo. Wouldn’t hurt to say hi, you know? I gotta take a piss something fierce but if you rather want your body back with a full bladder then be my guest.” Kon crossed his arms over his chest, managing to look both highly offended and challenging at the same time.

“Sorry,” Ichigo grumbled. “You do that.” He watched as the mod soul got to his feet and left the room before he leaned down and grabbed Renji by the neck, bringing their lips together. After tasting the redhead fully and finishing it off by sucking rather suggestively on his lower lip, he pulled back with a little grin. “So you had anything in mind coming here when you knew I’d probably be asleep?”

“Take a wild guess, kid.” Renji grinned back. “Although I’m gonna be a tease and settle for a kiss. I realised when I sat here that I’m fucking beat. Gonna head back to Urahara’s for some sleep.” He chuckled as he watched Ichigo’s face fall. “Pouting really doesn’t suit you, you know. It’s enough with the frown.”

He had made his mind up, he would keep quiet about what had happened. The other alternative was just… too complicated and Renji liked to think of himself as a rather simple guy. He had taken advantage of Ichigo’s body and he sure as hell didn’t feel proud about it, but he knew it was one of those things best forgotten. It wouldn’t happen again.

“Yeah, yeah…” Ichigo stretched his arms with a groan. “I’m pretty tired too. Took care of this fucking hollow… It wasn’t strong or anything but damn it was fast. I chased it around the entire town like three times. I hope Kon has showered, would feel so nice to be clean right now.”

Renji shrugged. He wondered what would happen now that he wouldn’t stay, when Ichigo was still a little high on adrenaline and Kon would be there in his bed. The thought was so fucked up and it was turning him on. He was about to bury his face in his hands but remembered Ichigo was there with him and settled for a frustrated groan instead.

“Something wrong?” Ichigo put his hand on Renji’s shoulder, squeezing gently.

“Nah. Don’t worry about it. You get some good rest, alright?”

“Yeah you too…” Ichigo leaned down for another kiss and growled quietly when Renji met him halfway.

“Aw, fuck. Get a room you two.” Kon sauntered back into the room and was doing his best to make the ugliest face possible. He managed to give Renji a wink before Ichigo was up on his feet and smacked him out of his body with the help of the badge.

The little green pill fell to the floor and rolled in under the desk.

Renji followed the movement with his eyes, frowning slightly. He found himself wondering what it was like to only truly exist in borrowed bodies, to be completely helpless otherwise. When he looked up Ichigo was back in his body, frown in place, smiling at him.

“Sure you don’t wanna stay over?” The teenager cocked a brow.

“Yeah. Tomorrow maybe?”

“Can’t. Oh. Oh! Right! I forgot. The old man’s gonna take me and my sisters on a weekend trip tomorrow. I tried my best to wriggle out of it, but no go. So I won’t be around for a couple of days and I was wondering if you could maybe keep an eye on Kon so he doesn’t tear the place apart while I’m gone.”

“If you’re afraid of that happening, why don’t you just leave him in pill form?”

“That would be mean. I know a plush body ain’t the best thing but it’s better than nothing.”

Renji smiled. The events of the evening had left a slightly bad taste in his mouth. It had made him look at Ichigo in a different light and wonder what the young shinigami’s motives with Kon really were, made him forget for a moment that Ichigo was a genuinely nice guy, loving and caring. Being reminded of that fact made Renji feel stupid and relieved at the same time.

He also smiled because although Kon would be in his little lion body, he’d still be alone in the house and, well… There were a couple of things Renji had always wanted to try. Like, say, a mod soul inside a gigai.

“Sure, I’ll look after him.”

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TBC