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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: A Touch of Sympathy
Author: Cheza-chan
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Renji x Ichigo; Urahara/Unohana (?); others
Word Count: 1,625
Author Note: Renji�s on top again (I have a Renji x Byakuya NC-17 back on my drabble journal)! There�s more to this than just sex, though�there�re emotions! If my lemon sucks, please tell me...

A Touch of Sympathy

Rukia pressed her cold hands to Ichigo�s face and grinned as he scowled at her. �I know what the temperature is,� he mumbled, drawing away and rubbing his cheeks. Ichigo glanced out of the window, a scowl tugging at his lips.

It had been Rukia�s duties to keep him occupied while the meeting went down over at Urahara�s. The captain of the Fourth Division, her vice captain, and even Hanatarou had traveled to the living world to assist in giving the Shinigamis their proper medical care. The fourth seat had treated the boy this morning and sent him off to school, per his taichou�s commands.

�Nii-sama won�t call him back,� Rukia said softly, staring out the window along with the substitute Shinigami. �If anything�� She smiled. ��Nii-sama will come here himself.�

That put a smug smile on the boy�s face and he chuckled softly.

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Urahara and Unohana sat with about a yard between them, silently sipping the warm tea the captain had brewed herself. The others had been sent off a few minutes ago and Yoruichi was taking a walk in her cat form.

Kisuke sighed softly, holding his cup carefully in his lap. Staring at the woman from under the brim of his green and white hat, he grinned. Unohana Retsu was elegance, grace, and poise personified; she displayed it in everything she did, whereas he� He shook his head and took another sip of his tea.

Unohana didn�t mind�whatever he might have decided to do or say at the moment�she enjoyed the company.

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Renji stopped at the gates of Karakura High School, staring up at the rows of third floor windows. No one stopped to question his hesitation, and far that, he was grateful. Yumichika did give him a small wave over his shoulder before they all disappeared into the building and the redhead grinned.

Before turning away to wander aimlessly in the freezing cold weather, Renji pinpointed the location of his lover.

Ichigo scowled down at him from the classroom he, too, was supposed to be in.

The fukutaichou laughed softly, burying his hands in the pockets of his fur-collared jacket. �Sorry, Ichigo. It's the second time� I've gotten cold feet��

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Ichigo was sitting at his desk, head resting atop his folded arms, when Renji finally strolled in. He�d taken a bath immediately after returning to the clinic and was shirtless as he dropped onto the spare bed that had been pushed into his lover�s room; the boy didn�t move a muscle. The almond-shaped eyes glanced in his direction and Renji sighed loudly. �Ichigo��

�What?� came the snappy reply.

The redhead grinned, sitting up with his legs crossed. �Look�� Renji ran a hand through his hair, scratching the back of his neck. �I just needed some time to myself, to think.�

�Didn�t know you were capable of thought.�

�Don�t be like that.�

�I was concerned about you, you dumb bastard!� Ichigo yelled, shooting to his feet to glare at the other. �Hanatarou wouldn�t tell me anything and neither would the others. If I hadn�t seen you down there, I would�ve thought you dead!�

�Your entire family�s downstairs,� Renji reminded. �And you have a monster in your closet.�

The substitute Shinigami scowled and stormed to the other side of his room, drawing open his closet door. A frantic Kon fell out, his hands and feet bound, and mouth taped. Ichigo picked him up by the ear and then took him out into the hall. The sobbing konpaku was left against Yuzu and Karin�s door and the boy locked his to keep intruders out.

Renji captured the boy within his arms before he could turn around and earned an elbow in his gut. Wheezing softly, he walked with Ichigo back to the spare bed. The back of his knees hit its edge and they both toppled over. �Let me apologize.�

�You better do a damn good job.�

Renji grinned and tilted the boy�s head back. Ichigo parted his lips under Renji�s and, a little reluctantly, offered up control. Their tongues rubbed together in a familiar dance. Renji ghosted his fingers across the boy�s Adam�s apple then broke the kiss. Glossy brown eyes stared up at the fukutaichou from beneath half-lowered lids.

Ichigo freed himself from the other�s grasp and turned over he so he was soon straddling the redhead. He rid himself of the simple cotton shirt he wore. Before the fabric even touched the floor, let alone properly leave the boy�s hands, Renji had latched onto one of the pert, pink nipples. He worked his tongue over it until it hardened then took the pebble-sized mound of flesh gently between his teeth.

Remembering the remainder of the household was very well still up, Ichigo bit down on his bottom lip, silencing himself, and buried his hands in the dark crimson locks. He tore the black band out and watched the freed tresses cascade in waves over the other�s shoulders and down his back.

Renji gave the other nipple similar treatment until they were both equally hard and slightly reddened from his ministrations. He brushed back his hair and stared up at the boy�s flushed face and smirked. �This should be interesting.�

Ichigo glared down at his lover and was forced to tighten his grip in the lengthy red hair as Renji began stroking him through his sweats. �Won�t you even whimper for me?� the low voice purred directly beside the boy�s ear.

�Fuck you,� Ichigo panted, struggling to retain his composure.

�Not tonight,� Renji chuckled. He pressed his lips against the warm skin of Ichigo�s abdomen, gradually kissing his way downward. His tongue darted into the boy�s navel cavity as he increased the pace of his strokes through the rough fabric. The substitute Shinigami found his hands gripping the tattooed shoulders and wondered, briefly, vaguely, if he might be cause the other pain. Ichigo threw his head back, emitting a strangled-sounding cry as he came.

�You�re desperate,� the redhead murmured as he lifted the boy from his lap and placed him onto the bed. Ichigo�s eyes opened as he felt his soiled clothes leaving him. Renji knelt above him on the bed, the small smile he wore seeming out of place considering his thug-like exterior. His cheek a burning red, Ichigo turned away with a scoff. He cringed at the single-digit intrusion of his body but relaxed to allow the finger into his passageway.

The truth was, he was desperate. Never before had it occurred to him that, somehow, they might never be able to see each other. It rarely showed, but he treasured his moments with the other Shinigami.

A second finger was soon added, then a third, and Ichigo felt the blood rush to his groin as that spot was brushed. In a mere matter of moments, his erection jutted proudly up from between his thighs, already weeping. Renji gave its base a teasing lick and the body beneath him shuddered. He smirked and slowly withdrew his fingers, scissoring them on their way out. Ichigo spread his legs in anticipation of what was to come, raising his hips slightly from the bed.

�So desperate.�

Renji positioned his painfully hard member at the boy�s entrance and slowly pushed his way in. A whimper escaped his lover and he smirked once again, reaching out to interlock their fingers. Ichigo squeezed back, rocking his body in time to Renji�s even thrusts. He felt warm lips to his neck, gently suckling on his unblemished skin. Renji nipped and sucked his way upward, nibbling gently on the boy�s bottom lip before claiming his mouth in another searing kiss.

Ichigo moved more quickly beneath him, trying to stimulate his neglected arousal with the friction of their sweat-covered bodies. His moan was swallowed by the fukutaichou but those following the first escaped. Both men clutched tightly at the other�s hand. The strike to the boy�s prostate became more constant and more precise, drawing soft keens and low moans from Kurosaki Ichigo.

�Renji��

�Aa,� the redhead growled, using his free hand to grip his lover�s thigh and draw him back more forcefully into his thrusts. Ichigo�s breathing came in short, broken pants and he reached down between their bodies to stroke himself. A few pumps did it and the boy arched off the bed as he came for a second time that night; his scream remained lodged in his throat.

Renji gritted his teeth, grunting at the tightness that sheathed him as he buried himself deep into the younger Shinigami a few more times. Squeezing Ichigo�s hand and thigh, he climaxed as silently as his lover had. His knees held him up a few more seconds but then he collapsed haphazardly across the other.

Ichigo grinned and placed a light kiss to the tattooed neck presented before him. �Apology accepted.�

Renji�s exhausted moan was his reply.

Their fingers still tightly clasped, the couple fell asleep together.

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�Ichi-nii!� Karin clanged two pot covers together above her brother�s head. Ichigo drew a pillow over his face, groaning loudly. �You�re going to be late for school. Rukia-san already left and so did that guy� I think�� She glanced at the empty bed, frowning. The brunette clanged the covers together once more then walked out, closing the door behind her.

Ichigo peeked out from beneath his pillow then grabbed the sheets, moving them aside to reveal a cheekily grinning Abarai Renji. �My sisters aren�t stupid, you know. I�m sure Karin knew you hadn�t gone anywhere.�

�I�ll leave� after I take care of this.� Renji curled his fingers around the boy�s morning erection, teasing the head with his thumb.

Ichigo groaned, closing his eyes. There was no doubt about it�he would be late once again. Hopefully, Renji didn�t punch Kagine again.
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