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Not Close Enough	By : Polymer Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Renji/Ichigo Views: 12362 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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After another long day Ichigo stepped into his bedroom. With a huge sigh he sat down on his bed and swung his legs around to stare up at the ceiling. His thumbs and fingers ached from playing a round of video games by Keigo and Mizuiro's place. Both of them had been living together since junior year and had gotten an apartment together.

In his pocket the cellphone beeped and the former substitute drew it out. Hearing the heavy metal riff he realized it was Chad's personalized ring tone. Ichigo flipped open the phone and said, “Oi...”

“Ichigo, have you seen Uryuu?” Chad's concerned voice asked.

Something twisted oddly in the orange haired teen's stomach, making his whole body tense then flop back down. Unable to see ghosts he could still have strange gut feelings when hearing the concern in his friend's voice. “Chad, I'm sure he's okay... last I saw him was out hunting hollows I guess.”

“He hasn't come back and I can't sense him,” Chad mumbled. “I'm worried Ichigo. I've called and I keep getting his voice mail.”

“Okay, don't worry. Wait an hour or so and if he doesn't show up, I'll come and help you look for him...” Ichigo reassured him. “Though there isn't much I can do past...”

“Thank you Ichigo,” said Chad. “Sorry to worry you. I'll just wait and see. I'll also call Inoue to see if she's seen him or not...”

Ichigo said goodbye with a small smile, then clicked to end the call. He sighed, playing with the cell phone as he sat up on his bed. A faint click caused him to sit up bold upright. He didn't hear Karin or Yuzu downstairs so he figured it was one of them letting themselves in. Hearing the footsteps creaking down the hall Ichigo half figured it was his father trying to sneak up on him, but the gait sounded wrong.

Tensing, Ichigo swung around to a standing position just inside the door. Just like his idiot father to keep trying to hone his skills even though he wasn’t a shinigami anymore. Instead of knocking the door swung open just a bit revealing an unfamiliar hand with a tattoo on the back and dark marks up to the wrist.

Immediately Ichigo grabbed the wrist, yanked the door open and snapped the whip with whoever it was. He shouted, “Haven't you heard of KNOCKING?”

A voice he least wanted to hear blurted out, “Oi, Ichigo, it's me! I let myself...”

Seeing the flicker of brown eyes and a tattooed brow there was one other thing Ichigo saw that was red. Anger exploded inside of him causing him to jerk Renji's arm behind his back painfully tight. “What the HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?”

Renji had anticipated the attack and slammed Ichigo into a wall. Their glares meshed in a meeting of brown eyed gazes. Ichigo growled low in his throat and snarled, "Get your hands off me you asshole!"

"Ya jackass ya won't let me get close enough," Renji snapped impatiently grabbing Ichigo's shirt. Ichigo jerked down and the sound of ripping cloth alerted them both.

"You damn tattooed menace! You ripped my fucking SHIRT!" Ichigo ranted.

"Takes one t' know one..." Renji whistled as he took a good look at Ichigo's bared skin. Though the kid wore a beater under his button up shirt he saw tantalizing swirls of green and red ink on Ichigo's left shoulder.

“Why are you HERE?” Ichigo gritted. Fisting Renji's shirt in his hands Ichigo suddenly flipped so their positions were reversed and used the momentum to slam himself down on top of Renji's body. They crashed onto the beat up sofa in the battered apartment. Very turned on by Ichigo's sudden show of aggression Renji didn't bother to push him off.

“Told ya I wouldn't give up. I wanna make it up to ya,” Renji answered, his face serious as he looked up at Ichigo.

"Like a damn rash, you just won't go away and show up when I least want it," Ichigo cursed, dipping his head down as he sat on Renji's thighs. He slid up his body so their groins collided, both encased in tight jeans held up by thick leather belts. Ichigo's was a designer one and Renji's was a simple catch and buckle mechanism. As different in personalities as they both were

Renji's words if he had any to say vanished in the hot press of Ichigo's lips to his followed by an assault of a thrusting tongue. Teeth grazed his lips as Ichigo forcefully kissed Renji, tasting, and invading. Underneath him Renji moaned with pleasure. He relaxed, allowing his mouth to be parted and tasted. Still Ichigo's hands pinioned his wrist behind his head. Grabbing Renji's bandanna he tied it around the shinigami's wrists.

Fingers dug into Renji's shoulder, all but ripping off buttons. Ichigo noticed a few more tribal markings than he'd seen before. Including the spirals that extended now to almost his wrists. Just as organic and unpredictable. Curious he unfastened Renji's belt and peeled down his jeans, inspecting the thighs to see if there were any more. amused Renji peeked down to see Ichigo's hands running and squeezing over his body.

"Damn idiot," Ichigo trailed off as he reached down to trace fingers over some that were on the inner thighs and down to the leg. Amused Renji saw Ichigo's brown eyes wandering over the bulge in his underwear. instead of boxers he'd worn briefs which Ichigo slid his finger just inside the rim off. His hand wandered over to tease and get him to plead, as if wanting to torture him to make up for the time they'd been apart.

Surprised with how bold and self assured Ichigo seemed, Renji felt a pang of jealousy. He wondered if Ichigo had been with anyone else in the last year or so since they'd last seen one another. Quick finger feather touches just on the inner thighs and along the outside caused Renji to grit his teeth. "If you want me go ahead dumb-ass... ain't stopping ya. It'd be within yer rights t' keep punishing me."

"Jerk,” Ichigo mumbled and kissed him hard with bruising force. As he pulled back he gave the bulge a squeezed then reached to pull Renji out. What stunned him was the presence of more ink on a place he'd not expected to see it.

Ichigo took one glance down and shook his head. "Are you freaking INSANE? What in hell's name were you trying to prove?"

"Oi, it goes with the territory," came the deep rumbling answer. By now Renji worked one hand free of the cloth tying his wrists together. Concerned that he'd freaked Ichigo away he raised his hand to the boy's wrist.

Ichigo shook his head, blushing as he turned his gaze away. "You're a total idiot getting one there!”

"I ain't the one who has a python windin' down one arm chomping on a strawberry," Renji countered, running his hand over Ichigo's shoulder.

"You would bitch about that," Ichigo mumbled, turning his gaze away. The tips of his ears already turned bright red followed soon by the pink hue on his cheeks. Another swath of color around the left shoulder indicated more ink that he hadn't seen and it blew him away to think of the peach skin containing something similar to his.

"Didn't think you were old enough," he started before Ichigo drew back a fist and punched him in the jaw. Fortunately Renji was hard headed enough to relax and tumble back. Both of them fell apart as Renji held his jaw.

"If ya weren't just a normal human that could a done more damage," he joked, on his hands and knees.

"Get the hell out of here," Ichigo answered, swallowing hard as he glared at Renji.

"Make up your mind. First ya didn't protest me leaving and then you want me gone?" he teased Ichigo. Already Renji tugged his jeans back up and refastened them again. He guessed that continuing their encounter was the furthest thing from Ichigo's mind right now.

"You're fucking impossible," Ichigo grumbled turning aside his gaze. Sauntering over to the dresser he yanked open a drawer with a protesting squeal of wood. He swallowed hard and grabbed another shirt to yank over his head, showing Renji a better view of his own markings.

“Fucking was what we were gonna do,” Renji mumbled under his breath, consoling himself by ogling Ichigo's tight jeans covered ass instead. Seeing he wasn't going to get much further, he reached to button his own shirt as well.

The phone jangled, causing Ichigo to yank it out of his pocket. Holding it between cheek and neck Ichigo mumbled, "Yeah?"

Renji stepped out of the room to let him have his privacy. However his ears were alert hearing the whispered conversation. A loud, "WHAT!" rang out through the apartment causing Renji to stick his head in the door again.

Ichigo shook from head to toe with near rage. "You're shitting me... Ishida... WHAT?"

"What's wrong with the Quincy?" Renji asked, worriedly. Ichigo mumbled a goodbye after writing down something on a scrap of paper with a pencil.

Turning around Ichigo regarded the redheaded shinigami, all the anger towards Renji forgotten in concern for the Quincy. "Ishida's in the goddamn hospital that's what.”

"How so?" Renji asked, yanking his jacket on.

"Attacked by something," mumbled Ichigo worriedly. "Shit... shit SHIT!"

"Don't bother with the damn bus. I'm takin' ya over myself," Renji said as he pulled out a small glove complete with a skull inside a blue edged flame. Ichigo looked at him in surprise and shock before Renji's body collapsed.

"You IDIOT!" Ichigo shouted. He couldn't see Renji's shinigami form worth a damn but he felt something sweeping him up over a hard surface and the blur of the room as he was dragged by the invisible force out the window.
Somehow the world bobbed and weaved under Ichigo who knew that it was the stupidest idea Renji ever had. He clung tightly to the solid surface once he was right end up and felt something hard under his chest as something grabbed his legs and wrapped them around something else. He guessed from his position Renji had slung him piggyback.
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