Pay Up

Pay Up

By:
Vamprina

Disclaimer:
I don't own Bleach or any of its characters/merchandise. I am not
making any profit or gaining any reward for this fanfiction or it's
distribution. It is purely for entertainment purposes. Kubo Tite owns
Bleach, not me.

Warning:
Yaoi, lemon, possible slight OOC, humor, extreme PWP, language

Renji
grinned as he watched the emotion play across Ichigo's face as the
tall orange-haired Shinigami raised up and down on his cock. He had
been completely amazed when Ichigo had agreed to this, but he sure as
hell wasn't complaining!

“What're
you...grinnin about...teme??” Ichigo asked as he moved, trying
his best to pretend he wasn't thoroughly enjoying having Renji's cock
up inside of him. The fact was betrayed, though, by the flush of his
skin, the blush on his cheeks that even tinted cutely across his the
bridge of his nose, the hardened flesh between his legs.

“How
incredibly hot you are...using my cock like this. Feel good, Ichi?”
Renji asked, punctuating his question with a hard snap of his hips up
against Ichigo as the boy came down on him.

Ichigo cried
out in surprise and pleasure, his back arching a bit. He hadn't
expected it to feel that good.

“I'll
take that as a yes...” Renji said with a slight growl to his
tone. He moved his hands to gently take hold of Ichigo's hips,
helping him create a rhythm with Renji's hard thrusts and Ichigo's
own up-and-down movements, enjoying the cries the boy made as he
moved over Renji, the look of pleasure on his face.

“Faster,
Renji...” Ichigo moaned, just as if he were the one under
someone else's weight.

Renji
shivered at the tone in which Ichigo had used to moan that sentence,
to say his name. He couldn't help but comply with Ichigo's request,
thrusting his hips up much faster, gripping Ichigo's hips firmly and
holding them still so that Ichigo couldn't continue to move with him.

Ichigo
gasped loudly. “Fuck, Renji...” he whimpered, tossing his
head back and letting Renji dictate if his body was allowed to move.
It felt too good for the orange-haired Shinigami representative to
even think about fighting it.

“Damn,
Ichigo...you feel so fuckin good...” Renji growled, shakily,
gripping Ichigo's hips more firmly. He knew there would be bruises
there later, but he couldn't stop himself from holding onto Ichigo
tighter.

Ichigo
panted, leaning forward a bit and bracing his arms against Renji's
chest, pushing himself down onto Renji's cock as firmly as he could,
letting the thrusts move him as they quickened even further. “Yeah,
Renji...fuck, that's it...just a little harder...” he nearly
whimpered the plea in a breathy, needy tone.

The tone
drove Renji wild, taking one hand off of Ichigo's hips to stroke him
in time with the thrusting that he was coming dangerously close to
losing his rhythm with, giving Ichigo what he asked for. “Just
remember you asked for it, Ichi.” Renji said with a grin as he
thrust up into Ichigo as hard as he dared. After all, he didn't want
to actually hurt Ichigo and the boy wasn't used to sex, Renji knew
that much even if the teen wouldn't admit it.

Ichigo's
eyes widened considerably as he stared down at Renji, letting the
thrusts rock and bounce his body as the older Shinigami held him in
place with just one large hand. He really liked the redhead's size in
all aspects compared to his own. At least, in this instance. But, he
would think more about what that said about himself later. He was
hearing loud cries of pleasure and he'd just realized that they were
coming from him and not Renji.

“Fuckin
hell, Ichigo...” Renji growled, loving the feeling of the
spiky-haired boy's velvety insides surrounding his cock, the feel of
the heated flesh against his hands, the twitching of Ichigo's thigh
muscles against him as he felt the boy begin to tense up and squeeze
him a bit, the ryoka teen's hands on his chest, the sound of his
voice as he cried out in wordless pleasure and the look on his face
as he was about to reach orgasm. Renji knew it, he could feel it,
hear it and see it in everything Ichigo was doing.

“Renji,
oh God!” Ichigo yelled out so loudly it could only be
classified as a scream at the very moment Renji moved him just a bit
into a position that allowed the redhead strike the carrot top's
prostate squarely and send him over the edge completely to cover his
partner's hand and their stomachs with his cum.

Renji
shuddered at the sound of Ichigo screaming for him, thrusting wildly
a few more times, pushing the boy down more firmly onto him, arching
his own back just slightly as he reached his own release, coating the
Shinigami representative's insides thoroughly with his seed,
thrusting until he'd milked himself of it all, before allowing
himself to rest against the bed.

Ichigo
panted heavily, his body still trembling as he lifted up off of
Renji's cock and moved to lay next to Renji.

“Didn't
know you were into cuddling, Ichi.” Renji said with a smirk.

“Don't
call me that. And I ain't cuddling. This is my bed and I'm not
leaving just 'cause you're in it.” He muttered through heavy
pants.

Renji
grinned. “Ya let me call you that while were riding my cock
like a little bitch.”

“I
wasn't gonna start a fight while we were fucking around. And it was
your idea in the first place. I didn't wanna take the chance you'd
say something that would piss me off too much and ruin mood.”
Ichigo said, before smirking. “And I knew ya would if given
half the chance. You can't be tactful.”

“Shaddup.
Besides, you owe me money now.” Renji said, sliding an arm
under the orange-haired boy's waist and pulling him close.

“What
the hell are you doing? Let me go. And I ain't owe you nothin.”
Ichigo answered, looking at Renji in irritation.

“Yeah,
I'm afraid ya do. The bet was that I could make ya scream. And you
sound so pretty when ya do.” The older man said with an evil
grin.

“I did
NOT scream.” Ichigo insisted.

“Ya
don't believe me? Fine. I'll just rewind the tape and play it back
for ya and we'll just see.” Renji began to move away from
Ichigo so that he could get to the camera, but was not only stopped
but yanked rather roughly back into the bed.

“Fine,
teme. I screamed.” The Shinigami representative begrudgingly
admitted. He hated to admit that, but he hated to admit that he would
fuck Renji again if given the slightest opportunity and watching that
tape, while a complete humiliation...especially if anybody else were
to see it, would definitely put him in the mood to pounce on Renji.
And he was going to be sore enough in the morning without doing it
twice.

Renji's grin
became positively smug. “Good. Now, pay up.”

Ichigo
growled in irritation once more, forcing himself to move to look off
of the side of the bed. “Where the hell are my pants?!”
he had to get his wallet if he was going to pay Renji the damn
hundred yen.

Renji
cleared his throat, getting Ichigo's attention before smirking and
pointing at the lampshade.

Ichigo
blushed and groaned in embarrassment. How the hell had they gotten up
THERE??

End