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Private Requests - Chapter 6
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“NO FUCKING WAY!”
Chuckling, Rukia waggles the pleated, grey school skirt in front of Ichigo’s face.
“Come on Ichigo, you lost the bet and we agreed you had to do anything I wanted, didn’t we?”
Ichigo growls, bouncing up from his bed and pointing an accusing finger at the giggling woman.
“THAT WAS BEFORE I KNEW YOU WERE GONNA DO SOME WEIRD CRAP LIKE THIS! THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL I AM PUTTING THAT ON, AND I’M SURE AS HELL NOT GOING OUTSIDE IN IT!”
“Don’t be such a wimp, if I’d have lost I’d have done anything you asked,” Rukia scolds.
“I’M NOT BEING A WIMP! OH, SO IF I WANTED TO DRESS YOU UP AS A GUY FOR A DAY AND FLAUNT YOU AROUND TOWN YOU’D BE SOOO FINE WITH THAT THEN?”
“Sure, I think I would make a rather attractive guy.”
“RUKIA, YOU’RE LIKE- YOU KNOW WHAT, NEVER MIND, I AM NOT DOING IT, END OF!”
Sighing, Rukia stares down at the school skirt in her hands.
“I see, well I suppose I should have expected this, after all, not every guy can be brave enough to get out of his comfort zone. I’m rather disappointed in you Ichigo, but if you really can’t-“
The skirt is snatched out of her hands, Ichigo already starting to undo his belt buckle, his lips clenched together as he angrily avoids meeting her eyes.
Smirking to herself, she places her hands on her slim hips, more than happy with this reaction.
“I’ll go and get the rest of the outfit then, shall I?” Rukia asks, trying her best to keep her voice level.
“Whatever, let’s just get this stupid dare over with,” Ichigo grounds out.
Renji lifts a hand up, knocking on the wooden door in front of him.
“Come in.”
He quickly enters, shutting it behind him and stepping into the familiar office of his Captain, Byakuya Kuchiki.
Byakuya is perched behind his long, wooden desk, writing out some papers, not even looking up as Renji comes to the front of his desk, bowing slightly.
“Captain, you wanted to see me?”
His violet eyes concentrated on the papers in front of him, Byakuya nods curtly.
“Yes, I want you to go and pay Rukia and Ichigo Kurosaki a visit in the human world.”
Renji frowns, crossing his arms behind his back.
“Uh, may I ask why, Captain?”
“I want to know how Ichigo Kurosaki’s training is going, so I want you to go and report the necessary details back to me as soon as possible.”
“Yes, Captain, I’ll go right away.”
Renji bows once again, before quickly leaving Byakuya’s office and getting ready to head back into the human world.
Tugging on the ends of the way too short skirt nervously, Ichigo avoids the gazes of passers by as he and Rukia walk around town, trying his best not to start screaming hysterically.
Rukia waves sweetly at another passer-by, an older woman with thin, greying hair who has to do a double take when she see’s Ichigo, her disapproving eyes glancing down at the short grey skirt flowing slightly in the light breeze.
Ichigo’s cheeks flame red, and he clench’s his fists angrily, staring down at an all to happy Rukia.
“I hope you’re fucking happy Rukia, I look like an absolute **** in this stuff.”
“Oh I beg to differ Ichigo, I think you look like a lovely young lady.”
“SHUT UP!” Ichigo screams indignantly as they reach the thankfully quiet park.
Rukia rushes over to the swing set, patting the swing next to her for Ichigo to join her.
Ichigo plops down onto the seat, smoothing down the skirt and then re-adjusting the long, fiery coloured wig on his head.
“This wig’s kind of itchy, and it won’t stay on properly!”
Rukia starts to swing slowly, a wide smile on her face.
“You should stop whining Ichigo and just enjoy this experience.”
“ENJOY IT? YOU JUST WAIT UNTIL WE GET HOME LATER, I’M GONNA-“
“Holy shit, what the hell are you wearing, Ichigo?”
Ichigo’s eyes bulge, and he glances to his left, seeing none other than Renji standing next to him, his face full of shock and…
No, Ichigo’s imaging it, definitely.
His cheeks turning crimson again, Ichigo hides his face in his hands, the happy giggles of Rukia ringing out next to him.
“Do you like it, Renji? I do, in fact I think Ichigo makes a rather beautiful woman, imagine the poor unsuspecting guys he could reel in like this.”
“SHUT UP ALREADY RUKIA GOD DAMN IT!”
Renji snickers, leaning against the swing set pole and licking his lips down at a flustered Ichigo.
“Well, I’m sure if you really tried Ichigo you could be one hell of a vixen.”
Ichigo looks up from his hands, his right eye starting to twitch.
“You did not just call me a damn vixen.”
Renji smirks cockily, showing of his white teeth.
“Oh, pretty sure I did, what are you gonna do about it, sweetie?”
Oh, that is fucking it.
Ichigo vs Renji, ding ding!
Jumping up from the swing, Ichigo lunges at a more than startled Renji, sending them both crashing into the dirt ground below.
Ichigo lands on top of Renji, and grins at his advantage, using it to pin the other’s hands above his head.
Renji growls and writhes underneath him like a wild man.
“Grrr, get off of me!”
Ichigo smirks, only tightening his hard grip on Renji’s wrists.
“Does this mean I win, then?”
Renji snarls up at him, and Ichigo’s all but sure he’s won this little spat.
Until…
Renji suddenly bucks his hips up, not strong enough to throw Ichigo off, but that’s obviously not his intention.
Ichigo lets out a gasp as something hard brushes against his bare inner thigh, and he stares down to see a coy smirk on Renji’s face, his eyes darkening.
Ichigo gulps and release’s the other’s wrists immediately, starting to get off him altogether.
But Renji latches onto his wrist’s, sitting up and leaning in close to Ichigo, his husky voice hardly above a whisper so only Ichigo can hear him.
“What was that you were saying about winning?”
Ichigo growls and rips his arms free, jumping back to his feet and smoothing out his rumpled clothes.
Rukia, who was silently watching the exchange, comes up behind him and fixes’s the back of his skirt and then pulls back up one of his long white cotton socks that has edged down slightly.
Renji gets back to his feet and dust’s off his Shinigami uniform, and makes sure his hair’s still tied up properly in place.
“Boys, I’ll never understand you,” Rukia grumbles, stepping back from Ichigo and folding her arms over her chest.
Renji grins widely, staring at Ichigo, who’s cheeks are still heavily flushed, his chocolate eyes making sure to look any where but at the other taller male.
“So, what brings you here Renji?”
Renji rolls his eyes, turning his attention to Rukia.
“Captain Kuchiki wanted me to check up on how Ichigo’s training was going, but well, I wonder what he’s going to say when I tell him about this.”
“RENJI YOU ASSHOLE, YOU’RE NOT GONNA TELL ANYONE ABOUT THIS, ESPECIALLY NOT HIM!”
“Oh, and why’s that, Ichigo?”
Ichigo seethes, giving Renji the middle finger and stomping off through the trees, leaving Rukia staring after him in surprise.
“Ichigo! Where on earth are you going?”
“I’M GOING HOME!”
“But the day’s not over yet!”
“I DON’T CARE, I’M DONE WITH THIS STUPID SHIT! EITHER OF YOU FOLLOW ME HOME AND I SWEAR I’LL THROW YOU OUT OF MY FUCKING WINDOW!”
Rukia sighs heavily, glancing down at her watch.
“Well, I suppose it would be best if I stayed at Urahara’s tonight, seeing as Ichigo is obviously so furious with me. Are you going to be staying there too?”
Renji remains silent, staring off into the trees where Ichigo just was, a deep frown set on his face.
“HEY!”
Renji whips his head to the side, seeing Rukia glaring up at him.
“Huh?”
“You weren’t even listening to me, were you?”
“Well…”
“I said, I’m going to stay at Urahara’s tonight, are you going to be doing the same?”
Renji shakes his head, glancing back towards the trees.
“Nah, I have to get back to soul society pretty soon anyway.”
“Suit yourself. Oh, and please give my brother my best regards.”
“Sure thing,” Renji nods, watching Rukia leave the park, a mischievous grin creeping onto his face.
GOD!
**** RUKIA!
AND **** RENJI, THAT ASSHOLE!
PLAYING DIRTY LIKE THAT JUST TO WIN, HE’S SUCH A DAMN ****!
Stomping into his room and slamming the door, Ichigo rips the itchy wig off and throws himself face down onto his bed, the mattress squeaking in protest underneath him.
But he’s still pissed off with himself more than anything about the way he reacted.
He reacted like a fucking school girl, oh the damn irony!
And when Renji does go back, he sure as hell know’s it won’t be just Byakuya he’ll be telling about today.
Putting his face in his pillow he screams in frustration, the pillow muffling most of the sound.
“You gonna be done any time soon?”
What the?
Ichigo lifts his head up, his eyes finding Renji, who’s staring at him with an amused expression, leaning against the wall next to his bed.
“What the…how did…I didn’t even hear the window open!”
“Maybe that’s because you were too busy having a hissy fit into your pillow.”
“I was not!”
Renji chuckles, his eyes wandering all over Ichigo’s body.
“You know, I think Rukia is right, you do make a fine woman.”
Ichigo turns fire truck red, scowling at him.
“No I damn well don’t! Stop taking the piss already, I just did this because I lost a bet okay!”
“I don’t know, I think you might be warming to it-“
Ichigo whacks Renji in the face with the pillow, startling the red head.
“LIKE HELL I AM!”
Ichigo raises the pillow again, getting ready to whack him even harder with it.
But he doesn’t get the chance to make contact this time, as he’s pushed onto his mattress on his back, the pillow falling from his grasp as Renji crawls on top of him, effectively pinning him to the bed.
“What the-what the hell are you doing, get off!”
Ichigo pushes his hands against Renji’s clothed chest, but the other doesn’t budge, instead grinning down at him, his eyes narrowing.
The heated look unnerves Ichigo, and his pushing becomes more insistent, his chocolate eyes widening in slight fear and uncertainty.
“Renji, I said get-“
Ichigo’s protests are cut off by a warm mouth latching onto his own, and all Ichigo can do is freeze up, his mind overcome with shock.
Seemingly unhappy at Ichigo’s lack of reaction to him, Renji begins to move his lips against Ichigo’s, trying to get the other to open up his mouth to him.
After a few more moments and still no reaction, Renji growls low in his throat, snaking a hand down between them both and running it up Ichigo’s inner thigh, not stopping until he reaches the lace panties, cupping the bulge in them.
Ichigo gasps and opens his mouth, giving Renji the opportunity to slip his tongue inside.
The hands on Renji’s chest fist at his Shinigami robe, as Ichigo starts to cave into him a fraction, the orangette’s mouth beginning to slowly mould against his own.
Renji begins to rub at the bulge slowly, earning himself small shivers from Ichigo.
Moving down to lightly kiss and nip at Ichigo’s exposed neck, Renji slips a hand inside the panties, wrapping a firm hand around Ichigo’s hardening manhood, and Ichigo gasps loudly, throwing a hand over his own mouth to keep himself quiet.
“Do you still want me to get off, Ichigo?” Renji asks huskily, tracing his tongue across the shell of Ichigo’s ear.
Ichigo averts his eyes to the other side of the room, his cheeks now flushed a deep pink.
Chuckling at Ichigo’s embarrassment, Renji plants one last kiss on the teen’s neck before removing his hand from his panties and ripping open the white school shirt, exposing a lacy padded bra to match the panties, and Renji quirks an eyebrow.
“Must have been one hell of a bet you lost, huh?”
Ichigo glares up at him now, letting his hand fall from his mouth.
“Y-you’re not fuckin funny Renji-“
Renji shifts down to lick a long trail across Ichigo’s toned stomach, making the oragnette shut up again instantly.
“You know, as much as I love seeing you as a pretty little schoolgirl, this skirt is starting to get in my damn way,” Renji grunts out, and moves his hands down to the hem of Ichigo’s school skirt.
As he begins to tug it down, a firm hand on his own stops him, and he looks up in confusion.
Ichigo is staring down at him, still very flustered, but now there’s a hint of worry etched on his features.
“I…well I haven’t done anything before…”
Renji smiles down at him, leaning down to give the teen a chaste kiss.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you, this time at least.”
Ichigo scowls at him, but removes his hand, giving Renji the green light to go ahead.
Wasting no more time, Renji tugs off the skirt and lace panties, freeing a now fully erect Ichigo from it’s confines, along with the school shoes still on Ichigo’s feet.
His hands pause at the top of the long, white cotton socks, but he leaves them on, shifting back further on the bed and slipping off his own Shinigami uniform and underwear, before he looms back over Ichigo.
Ichigo swallows thickly at the marvellous sight, reaching up to run a hand slowly down Renji’s muscular chest.
“You like touching me, Ichigo?”
Ichigo nods, running his hands over as much of the other’s smooth flesh as he can reach.
“Please tell me you have lube or lotion in here somewhere.”
One of Ichigo’s hands reaches into the set of drawers next to his bed, shoving a bottle of lube into Renji’s open palm.
Renji grins eagerly, capturing Ichigo’s plump lips once more as he un-caps the bottle.
It’s only when Ichigo’s eager hips start to buck up against his own, creating a delicious friction as their cocks rub together, does he untangle his mouth from Ichigo’s with a low groan.
Squirting a generous amount of the liquid onto his fingers, he spread’s the teen’s all too inviting legs, kissing along his inner thigh before he sinks a wet finger into Ichigo’s tight heat.
“Ah, s-shit!”
Ichigo jerks, Renji having to use his other hand to keep the other from jumping off the bed.
Renji makes sure to wait a few moments before he starts to slowly work the lone digit in and out, his eyes carefully gauging Ichigo’s reactions.
Tiny hisses of discomfort fall from the teen’s gritted teeth, his eye’s scrunched shut.
As Renji continues to prepare Ichigo, he slips in another finger, this time also leaning his mouth down to lick at the head of Ichigo’s cock.
“****, ah-ah,” Ichigo half moans, half hisses out, his hands finding their way into Renji’s hair roughly, the clip holding it up and in place falling out and onto the bed.
Renji plunges his fingers in deeper and faster, until Ichigo’s back arches off the bed with a sharp cry.
Bingo.
Ichigo slowly becoming putty in his hands now, Renji licks his lips, his cock twitching at just the sight of his lubed up fingers plunging in and out Ichigo’s opening.
“R-Renji…”
Renji quirks an eyebrow, not slowing his fingers.
“Yeah?”
“Can you just…just get on with it already?”
“Get on with what, exactly?” Renji asks innocently.
Ichigo growls down at him, the trademark Kurosaki scowl back on his flustered face.
“Y-you know what.”
Slipping a third and final finger inside, Renji curves them upward.
“Ah, **** ah,” Ichigo pants out, his hands falling from Renji’s hair and clutching into the messy bedsheets instead.
“Tell me what you want, Ichigo,” Renji demands.
Receiving no intelligent response from the groaning teen, Renji stills his finger movements altogether.
Ichigo glares down at him, trying to use his hips to push back down against Renji’s long fingers, but a firm grip on his hips stops him.
“For fucks sake,” Ichigo seethes.
“Tell me, and I’ll give it to you. It’s not that hard,” Renji smirks back at the aroused boy.
“Damn it, Just **** me already!”
Well, Renji sure as hell doesn’t need telling twice.
Removing his fingers, he quickly lathers up his own throbbing cock in a generous amount of lube, before lifting one of Ichigo’s legs up below the knee and lining himself up.
He stare’s up at Ichigo, lightly pressing the tip against the wet hole in front of him.
“You ready?”
“For the love of G-“
With one rough ****** Renji pushes himself inside the tight ring of muscle, Ichigo throwing his head back, a heavy moan escaping from his parted lips.
Feeling Ichigo’s inner muscles clench around him so deliciously in response, Renji can’t help but let out a long moan of his own, willing himself to let Ichigo adjust to his girth before he start’s moving.
“M-move already,” Ichigo stammers out.
Renji chuckles, slowly withdrawing until just the head of his cock remains inside.
“You know, even in bed you’re as bossy as fucking ever.”
He slams back in again before Ichigo can shoot him a vulgar retort, the orangette’s brain obviously being too overpowered by the pleasure coursing through his body to form a worthy comeback.
Staring with a slow but deep pace, Renji keep’s his lusty eyes trained on Ichigo, drinking in every tremble of his body, every hushed moan and whimper.
The slapping of skin against skin and the low creaks of the bed below fill Renji’s ears as he continues to ****** into the wanton teen below him.
But Renji’s never been a patient man, and soon he picks up his pace, dropping Ichigo’s leg back to the bed and pressing his body down against Ichigo’s own, using his hands to hold him up as his lips latch onto the warm skin of Ichigo’s neck.
Trembling hands find their way onto Renji’s back, blunt nails digging into hot skin as Ichigo writhes underneath him in sheer pleasure.
“F-****, yeah,” Ichigo shudders, starting to move his own hips.
Renji licks at his neck, a heated growl tearing from his lips as Ichigo’s legs wrap around him, trying their best to drag him in even deeper.
“Shit, should’ve fucked you a lot sooner,” Renji growls out, his arms barely holding him up any more as his cock begins to throb almost painfully inside of Ichigo.
Renji’s taken a little by surprise when a hand in his hair yanks him down, dragging him into a sloppy wet kiss.
Ichigo moans into his mouth, allowing Renji to dominate the kiss and slip his tongue inside to explore as he ****’s him into the bed mercilessly.
Ichigo is the first to pull back from the kiss, panting hard against Renji’s lips, his eyes scrunching closed.
“I’m…**** I’m gonna-“
Leaning forward, Renji quickly captures Ichigo’s lips roughly again, swallowing his screams as he cums, Ichigo’s muscles clenching hard around Renji’s hard cock.
As Ichigo collapses back into the bed, panting heavily and looking pretty satisfied, Renji quickly finds his own release, cumming hard still inside of the spent teen, plunging his teeth into his bottom lip to stop himself moaning out too loudly.
He quickly pulls out of Ichigo, managing to fit onto the bed next to him, his droopy eyes staring up at the ceiling as he calms down.
“Renji?”
Renji cocks his head to the side, his eyes meeting Ichigo’s.
“Yeah?”
“You’re right, we should have done that a hell of a lot sooner.”