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A Common Love	By : kokkeichan Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4945 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Whipped at the Sea
Author: Cheza-chan
Rating: PG-15 (ish)
Characters: Many; Main: Ichigo/Renji
Word Count: 1,026
Author Note: Renji's back again! This time, him and Ichigo (and the whole Apple-frickin-Dumpling Gang) is going to the beach. Not that I really care about the minor characters I use for background... but Isshin livens up the place a bit XD

Whipped at the Sea

Renji scowled where he sat. Perched in the open window of the room above the clinic, he�d purposely abandoned his false body to be sensed. The reaction he got was far from what he�d expected. Kurosaki Ichigo had merely rolled onto his back and worked his hand b the elastic waistband and into the sweats he�d work to bed. �You better be thinking of me while you�re doing that� Tch.� The redhead heard the soul inhabiting the gigai snicker and he slammed the window shut as he climbed into the room.

The action jostled Rukia where she was across the hall. Bleary eyes stared at the closed door. After plucking familiarity from the faint reiatsu, the Shinigami yawned loudly and pulled the sheets tighter around herself.

Renji glared down at his orange-haired lover, hand leisurely resting on Zabimaru�s hilt.

Ichigo�s own hand still meandered about inside his pants. He sighed softly and tilted his head. �Kuchiki�� Abarai�s eyes widened to impossible proportions yet he somehow managed to keep his cool. The young Kurosaki male turned over onto his opposite side, facing the wall, and drew the pillow over his face. �Bya� kuya��

The Sixth Division fukutaichou�s gigai sunbathed, unhurried, on the roof. In his home in the Seireitei, Kuchiki Byakuya emitted a soft sneeze.

Renji�s reiatsu seeped out through every pore of his body, a tangible, dark entity, fueled by the murderous intent boiling within him. He had Ichigo pinned to the wall, Zabimaru�s shikai form pressed closed against his neck.

The substitute Shinigami yawned loudly and scratched at his unruly hair with the hand that had not been between his legs. �Boke,� he snapped, glaring back at the redhead. �I sensed you a mile away and have been up since then.� He grinned evilly. �Are you jealous that your taichou might surpass you in the field of love?�

Ichigo�s scream-like wails echoed off every wall in the building. On the floor of his room, panting, he stared up at the Shinigami towering over him.

�Don�t you ever say something like that,� Abarai Renji snarled, sheathing his zanpaku-to. He walked to the window, threw it open, and called for the soul. In moments, he was back in his gigai and climbing through the window.

The bedroom door flew open and Isshin dashed in. �Ichi�Ah!� His elbow bent to be buried in his son�s ribs, Ichigo had retaliated by merely raising his knee, impaling his father atop the joint. �Daddy is such a fool!� the man sobbed. �You�ve already been well-educated in the art of self-defense.�

�Shut up! Grow up! Get out!� With every order, Isshin received a kick to his face. Both froze at the quiet voice and glanced at the open door.

Yuzu stood there, rubbing her eyes. �Do you have to be so loud on a weekend? Ms. Rukia is still sleeping.�

Ichigo threw his father off and sat up, smiling apologetically. �Sorry, Yuzu. You can go back to sleep also. I�ll make my own breakfast.�

�Un.� Nodding, the young girl wandered away. Sighing, the orange-haired boy glanced at the open window.

�Ichigo� Ah, daddy�s bleeding. No matter.� Isshin rose dramatically, one foot propped up against his son�s bed. �We�re going on an outing today. Everyone in this household.�

�Where?� the boy yawned, slumping forward.

�A weekend getaway to the beach! Daddy has a house there. Well, Masaki owned it� Masaki!� Ichigo dropkicked the wailing man then deposited him outside his room.

Renji fished around in his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. Flipping it open, he pushed a few buttons then raised his eyes to the bright sky as it began ringing.

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�Huh� The car only holds� so much.� Isshin stared at the large group assembled in front of his clinic. �But it�s nice to see Ichigo has so many friends. I�ve met some of you before.� Orihime waved, smiling brightly, and Tatsuki gave a mock salute. Keigo slowly raised his arm, feeling permanently trapped between the two Shinigami he shared his house with.

�You.� Isshin pointed at the redhead hidden behind dark shades. �You�ve been hanging around the house lately. You�� He drew his arm down to point at Hitsugaya-taichou. ��Yuzu, Karin, does he go to school with you?�

Rangiku, giggling, placed a hand atop her Captain�s head, silently telling him to keep his temper.

Ichigo glanced at Renji and the redhead blew him a quick kiss before grinning. His brown eyes reflected intent to kill, so intense, it would have Zaraki Kenpachi impressed.

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While Rukia gushed over the �amazing� quality of the sea, while Rangiku, Yumichika, and the others admired the stark contrast between pictures and the real thing, and while Isshin tried to toss his daughters into the water, Ichigo sulked in his appointed room, which he was sharing with a redheaded loudmouth.

�Aren�t we supposed to play some game where you split a watermelon?� Renji inquired, unpacking a few things from his shoulder bag.

�If the watermelon�s your head�� Ichigo grinned. ��I�d play. How do you know about that game anyway?�

�Yoruichi told me.�

�Aa�� He glanced at his lover and his eyes widened as he noticed the objects being unloaded from the bag. Scrambling off the bed, he flew to Abarai�s side and snatched the can of whipped cream he�d just pulled out. �What the hell is all this for?!�

�Urahara and Yoruichi�� Renji blinked a little too innocently for the other�s sake.

Squeezing the can tightly, Ichigo pictured the scene that had probably taken place: Shihouin �Shyushin� Yoruichi and Urahara Kisuke spouting nonsense with the Sixth Division fukutaichou, and lord knows who else, nodding enthusiastically. �What did they tell you?� he forced through gritted teeth.

�That it�s a multi-purpose condiment,� Renji replied, laughter audible in his tone.

What the hell? With a deep sigh, the orange-haired boy tossed the whipped cream into the air once and headed for the door, promptly locking it. He then crossed the room and pulled the curtains shut. A slow grin spread across Renji�s face.

The couple missed splitting the watermelon and the fireworks, not that it mattered; they were having an explosive time all by themselves.
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