Fucked up

Couldn't come up with a better title, read it, you'll see that it's apt. Ichigo X Renji, short and sweet a quick and fun read, so stop in and see why this story's fucked up ;>
YAOI YAOI YAOI YAOI!!! for those of you who can't read I'll repeat myself in my story. I don’t own BLEACH. Ichigo and Renji are bleach characters, I don’t own them either and I make absolutely no money for whoring them out to eager readers

Also sorry for all the warnings before, I wanted to see if people actually paid attention to those things, apparently people do. Sorry!
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“Ichigo,” Renji said tugging at Ichigo’s hair as if trying to rip it out of the other’s head. “Stop fucking around.” He snapped.
“Hmmph” Ichigo grunted, not complaining about the rough treatment. Renji did have a reason to be upset with him and it made Ichigo grin a bit as he shifted and Renji let go of his hair.
“Ichigo…” Renji sighed, his eyes closing, “and don’t forget what I taught you.” The red head was tense even though he was leaning against the wall. He was ready for whatever was to come, that was what that stance said to Ichigo when he looked up over the slender fukutaichou’s body.
“Mhm,” Ichigo gave a non-committal grunt deciding not to point out to Renji that he had known what to do before Renji had ever approached him with his problem. Such issues were not important when it came to the job that Renji had hired him to do. Hell, fifty thousand yen wasn’t bad at all.
“If we get caught…” Renji groaned running a hand over his face whipping away the beads of sweat that had started to form on his forehead. “Better control you damned reiatsu.”
Again Ichigo didn’t answer with anything more than a grunt. His rough growled replies seemed to affect Renji more and more as time went by. However, Renji did have a good point it wouldn’t do either of them any good if a hollow happened upon them that second. Renji would probably try to bale on paying him if he didn’t finish the job. “Will you stop fucking worrying? I told you…I’m a professional.” Ichigo said rolling his eyes and deliberately letting a breathy sigh escape his lips.
Renji shivered like a tree caught in a strong wind, his teeth clenched shut to keep any more complaints from escaping his lips. Ichigo was right after all, no matter how much it gulled Renji. He took a few calming breaths through his nose before reposing against the wall again letting himself go, trusting in Ichigo’s skill.
Ichigo grunted, “That’s better,” before he continued what he was doing. The taste wasn’t too bad, not like what Ichigo had expected. Renji was even a nice size and easy to handle, and judging from the amount of pre, the fag wasn’t going to last much longer. He looked up at Renji with half lidded eyes as he blew Renji’s length with every ounce of skill he had at his beck and call.
“SHIT!” Renji cursed panting, unable to hold back any more. He started to thrust into Ichigo’s mouth but the teen seemed to be able to take it and even managed to deep throat Renji when he gave a particularly rough thrust. “Fucking teasing whore.”
Ichigo snorted giving the length a suck that hollowed his cheeks. He could feel the balls in his palm contracting into hard walnuts and pulled back to flicker his tongue over the tip of Renji’s length. This was it, the moment he had worked so hard for. Renji gave a guttural cry as his seminal fluids erupted from his engorged shaft.
“Yeah…” Renji panted, “Do it the way I told you to.” He pulled Ichigo back, stroking himself as the last spurts of his cum splattered across Ichigo’s flushed face.
Ichigo groaned, eyes closed knowing how much cum stung when it got in your eyes. How did he end up like this? In an alley way, catching Renji’s cum like some whore? He grinned at the thought he was really lost in the fantasy wasn’t he? “Was I good?” He asked his voice thick with lust.
“Amazing love.” Renji purred dropping slowly to his knees to lick up some of the mess he had made of Ichigo’s face, “Who knew you would make such a good ‘whore.’” He chuckled, “You sure you don’t want me to play the whore and get you off?”
“Ren,” He said, his voice carrying all the tenderness he had learned he held for the other shinigami over the last two years. “I’d rather have my BOYFRIEND screw me on our anniversary.”
“Are you sure…I’d do anything for you Ichi.” He said with a bit of an embarrassed smile. He still apparently felt bad for asking Ichigo to pretend to be a whore and blow him out here like this.
“This was enough for me,” Ichigo sighed resting his head against Renji’s shoulder, “I love you Renji.”
“I love you to Ichi.”