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Food Fight	By : Vamprina Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2297 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Food Fight

By:
Vamprina

Disclaimer:
I do not own Bleach or any of it's characters/merchandise. I am not
making any profit or attaining any reward from this fanfiction in any
way. This fanfiction is purely for entertainment purposes only.

Warning:
Yaoi, language, possible slight OOC

Ichigo
glared at Renji, making the redhead glad that looks really couldn't
kill. But, he couldn't help but think Ichigo looked cute all covered
in food from the fight. Not that Renji wasn't similarly messy.

“I
can't believe...that you made a mess out of my kitchen like
this...You bastard!” Ichigo yelled, picking up a handful of
rice and flinging it right in Renji's face.

Renji
grinned and picked up some sweet 'n' sour sauce, casually walking
over to Ichigo with the small saucer.

Ichigo
backed up. “Renji...what are you doing?” he eyed the
saucer of sauce warily.

“I
just thought you should try some of this. It's really good.”
Renji answered, pretending to trip, his taller body falling right
against Ichigo and with a bit of help from his legs Renji had Ichigo
pressed up against the kitchen counter, dumping the sauce all over
Ichigo's neck and shoulder.

“You
clumsy bastard!” Ichigo yelled, trying to shove Renji's larger
frame off of him. “You did that on purpose!”

“Aww,
how can you say that, Ichigo? Here, let me clean all that up for
you...” Renji leaned his head forward as he stood up
straighter, which only served to press Ichigo further into the
counter. He extended his tongue slowly and gave a slow lick along
Ichigo's neck.

“R-Renji,
what the hell are you doing?!” Ichigo cried out, bringing his
hands up to grasp at Renji's shoulders, finding the skin soft where
it wasn't scarred, even beneath the shirt the redhead was wearing,
and the muscle beneath the skin rock hard as he squeezed.

“Cleaning
you up...” Renji answered as he slowly lapped at the sauce
until just a sticky residue was left from it on Ichigo's skin. It
didn't escape Renji's attention that Ichigo had grabbed him but had
not tried to push him away. The quicker, deeper pace of Ichigo's
breathing made Renji smirk against the boy's neck.

“I-I
can do it myself...” Ichigo murmured softly.

“Of
course you can.” Renji answered. “But, I think you like
this more.”

“Bastard...”
Ichigo answered, before giving a loud cry of surprised pleasure.

Renji gave
a very slight grin as he sucked on the spot he'd found at Ichigo's
neck much more firmly, wrapping his arms around Ichigo's waist and
pulling him closer to him and further from the counter to give his
back some relief.

To his
surprise, Ichigo pressed firmly against him. He moaned onto the
teen's neck and bit down a little, enjoying the shiver that ran
through the boy.

“Renji...”
Ichigo whimpered, not sure what else to say and not wanting to take
the time right now to examine the fact that he had just whimpered for
Renji and all the jerk had done was bite him a little.

“Mmm?”
Renji asked, letting Ichigo feel the vibration from his lips and
mouth before he moved to another area on the boy's neck and bite down
hard. He wanted to leave a bruise as well as a bite mark. He would
assert his claim on Ichigo and he would dare anyone else to touch him
in any sort of intimate manner.

Ichigo
gasped and his knees went a bit weak. His neck was an extremely
sensitive area for him and though Renji's last bite had hurt a bit
but at the same time it had felt so good. He dug his nails into
Renji's shirt and shoulders.

“Oh
God...” Ichigo moaned, tilting his head a bit. Biting, he'd
decided, was a very good thing. Those slightly larger canines he
noticed whenever Renji grinned came in handy for this as well, he'd
realized.

“Nah,
just call me Renji.” The redhead said with a smirk before
licking gently at the bruised bite mark he'd left on Ichigo's neck,
moving on to slowly nip his way along Ichigo's neck, in hopes to
distract him from what the redhead's hands were doing, wandering down
toward Ichigo's ass.

Ichigo
shivered and slid his arms completely around Renji's shoulders,
moving to finally give a little bit of the pleasure back, soft
feathery kisses along Renji's neck. He hadn't ever had much of an
opportunity for this sort of thing.

Before
Rukia had come along and he'd first become a Shinigami in any
capacity, he'd been fifteen. And after that everything had snowballed
out of proportion, leaving him with very little time to even touch
himself, let alone explore another person's body. He found he liked
it, though.

Renji
didn't care. He liked the innocent little kisses against his neck.
They were endearing in their inexperience and caring. He gently slid
his hands over Ichigo's ass, letting his large hands softly squeeze,
using his hold on the boy to pull their hips together, grinding his
hips against the orange-haired boy's and listening to the sharp
intake of breath and feeling the shiver from the body pressed so
perfectly against him.

And then it
all came crashing to a halt as he was pushed away roughly and
unceremoniously. He blinked in surprise, startled by the sudden
change in the Shinigami representative's mood.

“What
the fuck, Ichigo?! Are you bipolar or somethin?!” He rubbed his
shulders where Ichigo had hit him in order to shove him back. He
swore Ichigo's moods changed faster that a pregnant woman's!

“I
don't want this! I'm gonna go get cleaned up and when I get back you
had better be GONE!” Ichigo yelled, leaving before they could
get into another fight, hurrying to the bathroom to take a shower and
get clean and...take care of a not-so-little problem. He'd lied, of
course. He HAD wanted it. And it'd scared him how badly he'd wanted
Renji then.

His sudden
nervous cowardice was new to him, but so was the entire situation. He
was ashamed at the submissive way in which he'd acted and then in the
way he'd run away like a scared little girl.

Renji
untied his hair and shook the rice from it, running his fingers
through for good measure. He could get the rest out in the shower or
something. He smirked to himself.

“Oi,
Ichigo! For someone who didn't want it, you had a pretty big boner!”
he yelled, loudly enough for Ichigo to hear in the bathroom, just as
he left the house, slamming the door and running off in the direction
of the Urahara Shoten. He might be daring enough to yell that at
Ichigo, but he wasn't stupid enough to stay there and wait for Ichigo
to come beat his ass.

“Then
again...letting Ichigo beat my ass sounds kinda kinky...” He
muttered to himself as an after thought.

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