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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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Striding along beside Ichigo, Renji swallowed hard at the people walking nearby. None of them including the one he loved could see him. His fukaitaicho badge gleamed on his upper arm, proof of his authority in Soul Society. The sated look on Ichigo’s face was reassurance that his actions were appreciated.
Now like a specter Renji took it upon himself to stick close to Ichigo and watch over him as some ‘guardian angel’. A western notion that he’d picked up watching cheesy movies and the like. Too concerned to go about getting his gigai Renji opted for the easier and perhaps more difficult mentally option of shadowing Ichigo in his day-to-day life.
“This sucks,” Renji grumbled, barely missing the bus as he leapt up behind Ichigo. Muscling through the crowd, he wrapped his arms around Ichigo from behind while the boy grabbed a handhold on the crowded transport.
Ichigo shivered in mingled pleasure and surprise at the sensation of invisible arms and a body pressing tightly to his back. Instinct told him that it was the same force that had made love to him passionately earlier that day.
He whispered, “If that’s you Renji, I sure wish I could hear you…”
“Me too, kid,” Renji answered, feeling the aching clench his heart further in his chest. As so many times before his words went unheard by the one he loved most.
Ichigo sighed and glanced down at the instructions that were given to him by the strangers. Renji cocked his head to the side and looked down at the card in the boy’s hand. He had lost sight of Ichigo for a few minutes the other day, and was wondering why Ichigo wasn’t headed to school as he thought.
Several letters appeared on the card, the size and shape of a credit card in Ichigo’s hand. It had a magnetic strip. Renji then saw it spell out “X cution.”
Before he could say anything else, and remembered that Ichigo could not hear anyway, Ichigo put the card back into his pocket and got off at the stop by his school building to Renji’s relief. Quickly Renji leapt off the bus and rushed after him.
**
Throughout the day, Renji tailed Ichigo, hiding behind trees, or in the shadows of the schoolrooms. He sat at the back of class, holding up his finger to Ichigo’s frustrated friends who saw him there. Keigo’s eyes bugged out as did Mizuiro sitting Renji in one of the empty desks in shinigami attire.
“Man what are YOU doing here?” whispered Keigo as he gaped at him.
“Lookin’ in on Ichigo,” said Renji as he glanced up at both boys.
“We were wondering if you’d ever show up. You were gone for a long time,” Mizuiro mumbled. So far, a few students had started to mill in, and seeing Keigo and Mizuiro standing near a desk raised a few eyebrows.
“I couldn’t get away yannow,” Renji said to the duo apologetically. “And I can understand if ya’d want me to buzz off…”
“We guessed you were one of them a while ago,” Keigo said shrugging. “I’m glad you’re here because Ichigo’s been a major bummer.”
“What took you so long?” Mizuiro asked frowning. “Ichigo’s needed you.”
“I’m sorry,” Renji apologized, hanging his head.
“Well Ichigo looks like he’s in a damn good mood so we won’t kick your ass,” Keigo chuckled awkwardly.
“Do you know what’s happened to Ishida and Chad?” Mizuiro asked.
“That’s another reason I’m here,” said Renji.
“I think we’d better talk later. People are starting to stare,” Keigo whispered. Renji nodded and the two boys headed to sit down. As Ichigo sat down he winced, his bottom sore from his night of passion. His two friends exchanged amused glances seeing Renji’s look of satisfaction.
“Ghost sex?” whispered Keigo and giggled.
“Shh,” Mizuiro urged.
“Asano san, is there something you need to share with the rest of the class?” asked their teacher, tossing a piece of chalk at him.
“No sir, sorry sir!” he quickly chattered and laughed. “I was just thinking about that awesome episode of Bura Rei last night about the ghost hunter!”
“Then would you care to do your ghost hunting nonsense out in the hall?” asked the teacher, glaring at him. Keigo grinned and marched out, very happy to have an excuse to dodge another boring class. Renji rolled his eyes, glad that only those two and Tatsuki could see them. She glared back at Renji’s direction with a look that clearly meant, “Hurt Ichigo again and I’ll kick your ass, Shinigami.”
**
Later on Ichigo sat down for lunch under a tree. Because Ishida was in the hospital, and Chad was still elsewhere, he was mostly alone. Keigo and Mizuiro had offered to sit with him, but Ichigo had declined as politely as he could. Both his friends were a bit wierded out that Ichigo was so… pleasant and knew something was wrong.
As Ichigo lowered himself to sit, he felt as if he were sitting on something firm and comfortable. His back pressed not to the bark of the tree, but to a backrest that felt almost organic. His bottom rubbed up against what felt like someone’s broad comfortable lap, and he shivered. Indeed Renji sat under the shade of the tree, guiding Ichigo to sit on his crossed legs. Once reassured nobody could see Ichigo levitating mysteriously a few inches above the ground he knew it was safe to do this.
He untied his lunch bundle and tackled the bento Yuzu had made for him. Some pieces disappeared freakishly and he knew that Renji must have been eating them. The warmth from a phantom body behind him seeped into Ichigo’s back, soothing his previously cold lonely nature. Here he was alone, yet not alone, because his invisible protector was watching his every move.
Below his belt, he felt that telltale twitching and cursed. Knowing Renji was right there under him caused a huge hard on, and Ichigo was at a loss as to what to do. Especially feeling a large hand rubbing over it. His breath hissed in his throat through clenched teeth watching his belt slowly unfastening and the zipper on his fly pulling down of its own accord.
“Seriously here?” Ichigo whispered. “What if…”
A soft brush against his ear felt like a kiss. Then his protests were silenced by something slipping into his mouth and kissing him fiercely. Ichigo groaned, voice muffled as a band or heavy arm held him down and something pulled his underwear aside.
He then felt cold air on his erect cock, now poking up and exposed to the world. A bit of precum dribbled out of the tip. He quickly wrapped his hand around it and felt the presence of a larger hand overtop holding his. Softly the tongue teased against his and Ichigo sighed with bliss into a kiss he had tasted this morning and could not get enough of.
Something seemed to shift Ichigo into the shade of the bushes where nobody could see them. He felt himself repositioned onto that same surface and the hand took charge of slowly sliding along his aching cock. More kisses ensued and his pants slid down his legs.
Two objects slid into his aching hole and Ichigo jerked against the arm holding him down. Both his legs were clamped around something cylindrical. Though he thought the grass was beneath his fingers he felt folds of cloth there. Pushed down on his side Ichigo groaned and shifted at the sensation of his cock clenched in a larger hand and his dick rubbing against a larger one.
“Renji… shit…” Ichigo gasped.
Behind him, a set of hips pushed his and Ichigo gritted his teeth not to come before his invisible partner, as he was frotted against for a good five minutes. Then the fingers slipped into his hole, spreading it. The sky rolled over top again through the trees and something hard nudged at his opening. Ichigo whimpered feeling it impaling him for the second time today.
Renji grunted in satisfaction as he sat down with Ichigo impaled on his cock. He raised and lowered him, face contorted in bliss. Even though his reiatsu sensing was not the best he could sense that nobody was in the vicinity and Ichigo still had 45 minutes left of his lunch break. Deprived of Ichigo for so long he could not resist taking him whenever possible. Ichigo panted and groaned, squeezing him tightly as Renji fucked him from behind.
Eyes squeezed shut Ichigo let himself be taken by Renji. It was complete heaven and he did not care if someone saw them or not. Unrestrained Ichigo came, shuddering around Renji who came soon after. That hot rush of cum flooded Ichigo again and he sighed in bliss, lying on his side exposed to the world. Rolling him onto his back Renji kissed him gently, cleaning Ichigo up. He then sensed that they had had an audience. Two friends of Ichigo who were watching the action from the bushes.
**
Before Ichigo left school he changed into a set of casual street clothes. Renji had admired the view in the men’s bathroom, seeing Ichigo’s body including the tattoo decorating the orange haired teen’s shoulder. It made him lick his lips.
A card tumbled out of his pocket and Renji picked up the scrubbled down address realizing it read for another town. Instead of pocketing it he put it where Ichigo could see it. The orange haired boy grabbed it up and stuffed it into his pants pocket again with his wallet secured by a chain, and the magnetic strip card he’d gotten from Kugo.
“Don’t tell me yer goin,” Renji muttered. “Somethin happened when I was talkin’ to yer friends right?”
Still unable to hear him, Ichigo marched out with his bag slung over his arm. He stuffed it into his locker and trotted down the stairs. Renji frowned and followed, avoiding the citizens on the street who he might run into without thinking of.
Ichigo reached the train station, buying a ticket. Renji frustratedly peered around trying to see the destination on the ticket but couldn't till he heard Ichigo say it aloud.
“What the hell are ya gonna do there, kid?” Renji mused, not expecting his question to be answered. He darted off after Ichigo before he could disappear into the throng. He next leapt onto the train after Ichigo who moved about trying to find a seat. Renji plopped into the seat next to Ichigo and stretched his long legs out wishing he’d brought his gigai.
“You’re probably wondering what the hell I’m doing, if you’re still there,” Ichigo mumbled.
“Yeah I wonder what yer doin’, Ichigo. Tryin’ to take 100 years off my life? Shit… can’t ya keep outtta trouble?” Renji wondered.
Annoyed Renji reached over and grabbed Ichigo’s hand in his, squeezing it. Ichigo turned his head and blinked, as if expecting Renji to be sitting next to him. “Renji shit… I know you’re there. IT sucks that I can’t see you… can’t hear you… but I can feel you.”
“Believe me kid, I know,” Renji mumbled. Ichigo felt a a soft brush against his cheek, and what seemed like a pair of lips kissing his.
“I’ve gotta do this, Renji,” mumbled Ichigo. “I can’t stand not being able to see you, or anyone else. Just knowing that I once had the power to help protect my friends it… this… this isn’t what I wanted.”
Something heavy pressed into Ichigo’s shoulders while invisible fibers tickled his nose. It was then that he realized Renji must be laying his head on his shoulder. Ichigo sighed and felt his cheek resting against something solid as well as the weight of an arm on his lap.
“Don’t care what soul society says,” Renji mumbled. “I’m stayin’ with ya.”

***
Ichigo’s first impression of the place once they arrived was that it was their own private playground. He had looked at the address on the business card he had gotten and headed there, not sure of quite what to expect. This was far from it, among a comfortable set of rooms and four strange people with even stranger abilities.
Including a bratty girl with an attitude, a tall stranger with one eye covered, and the other weirdo from the other day. Ginjo Kugo.
Not far away Renji had struggled to get inside the place slipping in among the strangers that moved in and out of X cution. He had no idea what he was getting into, but he had to make sure Ichigo was okay. Therefore, when he tried to intervene, something seemed to keep him pressed to the wall.
The shadowy figure had reached out into the wall itself and it had flowed like liquid moving over Renji’s wrists imprisoning him there. “Shit… what the fuck…” Renji cursed, unable to move without drawing undue attention to himself.
“Uh uh, no interlopers,” came a whispered voice in the Shinigami’s ear. “Ichigo’s gotta face this alone.”
“The hell he does,” Renji hissed.
Peculiar eyes glanced up towards the direction of his voice. Apparently he could hear Renji if he could not see him. “It’s because of you people he’s stuck like this. We’re doing him a favor, and he us. It’s not your place to interfere, Shinigami.”
“Why am I not surprised ya can year me?” Renji hissed back.
“Cause there’s a lot you don’t know about Xcution,” his assailant whispered. No doubt, one of the members Ichigo hadn’t yet seen.
What surprised Renji the most was when a familiar tall figure strode past him, his curly hair framing his tanned face. A dark set of eyes looked at Renji in surprise before turning away. Stomach muscles tensing, Renji realized that he knew the person unmistakably. From the gleaming mexican coin displayed prominantly hanging at his throat to the sillouette of his form.
Sado Yasotura. What surprised him most was just why he said nothing to acknowledge he'd seen Renji, nor what his association was with these people. Millions of questions spun in Renji's brain as he continued to try and break free.
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