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captain_spikyRating: NC-17 FUCK TO THE YEAH.
Word Count: 4,700 words. Blame Betaman :D
For: FIGARO'S BIRTHDAY! This whole fic was pretty much for you, so here's the porn on your special day :D Hope you have fun!
Beta: Goldensprite ♥UNF♥
A/N: Aaaaand we're done! I'll just shut up and let you all buckle up. YES COOKIE THERE IS ~SPANDEX~. NC-RENJIMAN FTW-
Ooh, before I forget - I've uploaded my favorite Sexy Playlist for figaro_figaro, so I figured why not share it here too? Have fun! (credit for most of it goes to PANTERA, who rocks my world every damn day. ILU cHOSEN.)
Chapter 5, in case you missed it!
6. IN WHICH CLIMAX IS HAD AGAIN AND AGAIN
There was a satisfying bang when Ichigo's back hit the wall. It was a miracle they weren't fucking against the door the minute they got to Ichigo's apartment - hell, the parking lot outside of it - but Renji had some decency left in him. Okay, he didn't, but the more he waited the hotter Ichigo's energy became, and really, shoving him against a wall was something he'd always wanted to do.
He pinned Ichigo's arms over his head and grinded their cocks together, drinking in every long moan and gasp and word he managed to wring out of Ichigo. He wanted to tell him all the dirty things he wanted - was going to do to him, when something different seeped into Ichigo's energy.
Like he was unsure of what he should do in this position. Cornered animal. Of course, it never did take long for Ichigo to voice his thoughts. "What should I-"
Renji would have none of it. "Ichigo, just go with-"
"But-"
He nearly growled. "God, you're the worst sidekick ever."
"You're the sidekick!" Ichigo seemed outraged.Renji wanted nothing more than to smack him. Well, that wasn't entirely true, but it was definitely one of the top twenty. "Who cares, I just wanna fuck you senseless right now."
Something amazing must have happened when he said that word in that voice, because Ichigo's body jerked under Renji's hands, a soft moan escaping his lips. Heh, ain't that interesting?Renji attached his lips to Ichigo's earlobe, exhaling slow and hot. "I want to hold you up against this wall and fuck you until you can't breathe. I want every inch of you to be mine."
Ichigo moaned again, his eyes darkening even further. Renji couldn't believe Ichigo would ever give him that kind of look. Shit, Renji felt the shiver of arousal that coursed through Ichigo over his skin. That's a nice touch. Maybe being part-psychic isn't so bad after all.
Renji felt the tip of the other's tongue on his skin when Ichigo opened his mouth. "Then come on already."
Ichigo grabbed his shoulders harder (Renji hoped he was leaving marks), and wrapped his legs around Renji's waist. It was easy to support him, Hero and all, but there was still something about pinning him there… he liked the control he had now.
Then Ichigo clasped his limbs and pulled him closer, grinding their groins together, and he realized he had no control at all. He growled in Ichigo's ear and pushed forward, smirking at the loud thump he heard.
Ichigo wasn't as thrilled. "Ow, wall - the bed's right-"
Renji pressed up against him, holding him tighter. He didn't even realize he was tapping into his superhuman strength before Ichigo gasped and said, "That's not fair!"
Then again, he was much more interested in eliciting more of those sounds from him. "You can always run away."
Ichigo just shut his eyes and leaned his head against the wall, his nails starting to dig into Renji's skin. It didn't seem like surrender - yet - but Renji knew Ichigo was getting closer to just enjoying the ride. He decided to push it, and cupped Ichigo's cock, stroking through the fabric of his costume.
It amazed him to even touch this gorgeous man, but he was completely blown away by Ichigo's reaction. He gave a loud groan and tightened his legs around Renji, stretching his neck and grinding his head against the wall.
"Fuck, look how hard you still are," Renji whispered in a heavy voice, continuing his quick strokes. "All for me. I wonder how long it'll take you to come just like this."
"No," Ichigo said, but it lost some of its edge considering how needy and almost unrecognizable his voice was. "Take your clothes off."
Renji smirked, but had to wonder if it had its full effect when he could only convey 'fuck you into the wall, now'. "I'd rather take yours off. Running around in a skin-tight costume can fucking tease a man, y'know?"
Oh, it could. He pulled his head back for long enough to take in Ichigo's body, inch by delicious inch. Long limbs, prominent muscles, yet he was still… lean, not nearly as bulky as Renji. He fucking liked it.
Everything about Ichigo screamed strength, but Renji had him figured out. Renji had him. He moved his hand from Ichigo's crotch and started trailing it over his chest, his straining abs. His muscles quivered under Renji's touch, all laid out for him.
As far as achievements in interpersonal skills went, he figured not jumping Ichigo's bones years ago was pretty high on the list. Fucking sculptured. His fingers ran lower again, tugging at the black spandex, back to the bulge he'd gotten a chance to see a few times before Ichigo would curse and run off. "I could always see what you look like…" he uttered, leaning closer to Ichigo again. "But I never knew what you taste like."
He ran his teasing tongue over Ichigo's long neck, from the jugular notch right to his jaw, relishing the tangy taste, the smell, the small noise rushing into his ear. He moved his hand to Ichigo's ass, giving it a squeeze before searching… He made a displeased sound. "Is there a zipper?"
Ichigo's contempt was loud and clear with a feral growl that shot straight to Renji's cock. "I don't fucking care, rip it off."
As dominating as that might have sounded, Ichigo's body was taut in his arms, stretched like all he wanted was to be touched. He was practically shivering, sweating. If doing that to Ichigo wasn't a turn on, Renji didn't know what was.
He wondered what would happen if he left Ichigo hanging for just a little while longer. "I'll find the fucking zipper."
"Renji, I'm not gonna beg. Fucking move."
Ichigo's plan was counterproductive, as Renji was now totally distracted by that mental image. "Ah, but won't that be amazing?"
Ichigo gave him a heated glare, though he kind of failed at that, as just a look from him was tinged with so much lust and arousal Renji was beginning to suspect he was the problem. Then he stopped looking because Ichigo unhooked his ankles from behind Renji's back and pushed back against the wall.
They went down in a tumble. Quick as he was, Ichigo took control of the situation immediately. Renji found himself flat on his sore back with a determined Ichigo on top of him. He cursed when he realized they were both naked. No undressing achievements for me. Then again, they were both naked, so he let it slide. He'd barely caught his breath before Ichigo got off him, looking for something under his bed.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked, mentally grumbling at the desperate tone he had acquired. He'd obviously allowed Ichigo to push him back, so the kid might as well take advantage of the situation without them losing contact.
"Lube, condoms," he muttered, and Renji gave a wolfish grin.
"As much as I appreciate you using plural there, we don't need 'em."
Ichigo's head snapped his way, looking more suspicious than anything. The fact that his outstretched arm was frozen gave Renji a few thoughts about those muscles, but he was more focused on getting Ichigo back with him. "Never had sex with a Hero before? We can't get sick. So unless you have the secret superpower of male impregnation, I think we're good to go."
He didn't wait for a response before grabbing Ichigo by the ankle and pulling him to the floor. Crashing on his back must have been uncomfortable for Ichigo, but Renji intended to make it up to him, so fuck it. He climbed over Ichigo's thighs and made sure his weight left Ichigo immobile for the time being. Grabbing his wrists was just for fun.
His eyes were wandering the second he had Ichigo distracted again (which lasted only a second anyway). So, this is Ichigo in all his naked glory. He was paler than Renji, but with his skin sweaty and flushed like that, no way in hell was Renji caring about that.
Fuck, he was as ripped as Renji thought he was - accentuated abs, toned chest, broad shoulders. Okay, maybe he was also developing a fixation on Ichigo's neck. He could almost see the pulse, beating furiously. Renji was sure if he hadn't been so hard he would have taken the time to lick every patch of skin he could think of. Probably would, in due time.
The second was over, and Ichigo stuck his chin out and pierced him with a heated gaze. Renji knew he had better be ready for anything.
Ichigo stretched his pale neck to press his lips to Renji's, and then gave his bottom lip a gentle suck, tracing it with his tongue. Renji let out a muffled groan and shut his eyes - then shouted when Ichigo flung him back and moved over him, quick as lightening.
Fuck, ow. Okay, maybe he knew the hard floor was better than rug burns, but that didn't mean he intended to give up. Yet. He was pretty sure this little game wasn't supposed to be arousing, but… Renji couldn't let Ichigo know that, of course. "That was dirty. Next time I'm tying you up."
Ichigo chuckled, leaning down again. He ran his tongue over Renji's lips, and then ducked to lick along his neck, over the tattoo there. When he was done with the long, sensual drag, he moved right over Renji's ear. "Like hell you are."
Oh, that was definitely a challenge. "We'll see about that."
"Shut up already." Ichigo let out an annoyed puff, but Renji could sense something far deeper in his energy. As though he was bracing himself for… Oh, god. Ichigo was going to prepare himself, and Renji would have to watch.
Of course, seeing Ichigo actually move was a whole lot better than just reading his intentions. He straightened up and straddled Renji more comfortably, running a mischievous finger from Renji's neck to his collarbone and down his chest. He seemed thoroughly fascinated by the tattoos, following the intricate design. His tongue was peeking out in concentration. By the time he reached Renji's nipple he was scraping the skin with his nails, making him groan brokenly. "Don't you dare move."
Renji had never hated Ichigo's superpower more than he did at that moment. He didn't even catch Ichigo reaching out - one moment his finger was making Renji break a sweat and the next it was deep inside Ichigo, the bottle of lube next to him.
Renji couldn't breathe, feeling a pulse run through his body at the image before him. His cock twitched when Ichigo threw his head back and groaned, eyes squeezing shut. He didn't even bother biting his lip, instead wetting it with a quick swipe of his tongue, so focused, like he didn't notice the way he was moaning or anything else.
Renji noticed everything. When Ichigo's body gave a particularly hard jerk, Renji immediately turned his gaze downwards. Oh fuck, Ichigo rocking his hips like that, over Renji… He was almost pushing against Renji's achingly hard cock, almost touching him - but still with the fucking teasing.
His fingers were pumping quicker; the sounds were getting louder, Renji… Renji couldn't tear his eyes away. His own fingers were itching from the waves of energy Ichigo was spilling by then. He had to touch something, and Ichigo was right there, so who could have blamed him for sitting up and wrapping his hands around Ichigo's cock.
Ichigo almost bucked off, jolted by the touch. Then he hissed, cracking his eyes open. "Don't do - ah, fuck, Renji…"
But I have to, if you keep saying my name like that. "Why not?"
Ichigo looked away, like there was some measure of self-consciousness left between them. "I'll come, you idiot."
Imagine that. Renji didn't know which thought he preferred; that Ichigo was getting off on fucking himself on top of Renji, or that he was getting off on Renji being there, touching him. He didn't care, as it turned out having a horny Ichigo on top of him was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.
Now he just wanted Ichigo to come. "Don't worry about it ending before it begins; I'll make you come again." He moved even closer, feeling the heat roll off Ichigo's skin, precome sticking to his stomach. He licked up Ichigo's neck and sucked on his earlobe, biting gently. "And again, until we're fucking all night and we really can't. Maybe you'd like me to keep touching you even then, to push and see where we go."
Ichigo moaned and writhed against him, pressing closer. His free hand landed on Renji's back and tugged him forward until they were really pressed together, and now he could feel it. Ichigo moving his hips faster over his own fingers, fucking Renji's hand, whimpering - fuck if that wasn't mesmerizing. The only thing missing was finger-fucking Ichigo himself. Scratch that, the only thing missing was getting his cock in there.
Renji couldn't have possibly believed it when Ichigo uttered, "I don't wanna come first," and moved away from Renji's hand, showing self-discipline he had no idea Ichigo was capable of. "I don't want you to take care of me."
Oh, so that's what this is about. Typical. Renji decided to be the bigger man and removed his hand from between their bodies, grinning at Ichigo's frustrated sigh. Instead, he leaned back on his elbows. "Then touch me."
Ichigo's eyes opened again, and the heat there, the desire as he took in Renji's frame, made Renji nearly buck under him. "Oh, I will." And the way he said that…
The hand on Renji's back shot upwards to his loose hair, and Renji couldn't help but curse when Ichigo's fist tightened around the long strands, pulling him up close again. Okay, it felt fucking good, but he wasn't sure how many more surprises he could take. He couldn't deny he liked that possessive look on Ichigo, when he looked at Renji.
He didn't kiss him, just kept him close, panting on his lips and looking him in the eye. He stopped moving, but Renji barely noticed; his heart beating so fast it was all he could register. He bit his lip when Ichigo's slick hand was wrapped around his cock, giving it a few tugs. Then he heard himself moan when Ichigo's heat clenched around the head of his cock.
He barely kept it together, strings of energy and pleasure surging from his cock to his brain to everywhere. He wondered what would happen if he fired a cannon by mistake. No, he wondered what would happen if he just let Ichigo move, if he came deep inside him. If Ichigo would bitch about it, or ask for more.
When the sensations stopped fogging up his mind completely, he didn't even need to reach out to sense Ichigo's discomfort. His curses were enough of a clue. "Holy motherfucking shit-"
My move. Renji held Ichigo's shoulders tightly and pushed him back to the floor, reversing their positions once again. He settled on his knees, leaning over Ichigo's body and pressing Ichigo's legs against his heaving chest.
He could tell Ichigo was disoriented, even though his expression seemed so far gone and Renji himself was hardly able to focus on anything besides the fact he was inside Ichigo, and hell, it felt good. "'s why I wanted you to come first. Would've been easier."
Ichigo intended to laugh, but all that came out was a raspy groan. He sounded almost choked. Renji wanted to kiss him - he wanted to do a whole lot more to that mouth, but keeping as still as possible was his main goal at the moment. Then Ichigo spoke. "Think I can't take your big cock?"
Renji groaned, his body shaking with the effort to not slam into him and make him scream. He did move in slightly, too fucking slowly, but Ichigo was tight enough to remind Renji of all things holy - no, it reminded him to take it easy. Where Ichigo's squirming didn't help him think, his energy gave Renji the perfect solution. He concentrated. "Oh, I know you can."
Ichigo seemed a little confused, which was weird for someone whose eyes were so dark they looked almost drugged, not to mention that luscious blush, the sweat running down his temples, the puffy lips Renji wanted to touch. "Why doesn't it hurt?"
Renji gave his best shit-eating grin. Disregarding the fact he couldn't stop grunting every time Ichigo moved. And that he was too busy concentrating to actually feel victorious. "I can mess with energy, remember?"
"But you can't change how things feel." Stop rolling your hips, you impatient fuck. Ichigo seemed like he was only testing out this new feeling, like he didn't know exactly what he was doing to Renji.
"No, but I can take off some of the pressure my energy's creating." Okay, fuck it, Ichigo was ready enough. "So all you'll feel is this…"
He pushed in slowly, easily, focusing only on Ichigo's energy and his own and not coming not coming not coming holy fuck he's tight.
This time when he reached out he could only sense Ichigo's pleasure, spreading thick in his own body. Renji watched and held on as Ichigo's back rose slightly from the floor, his head thrown back. His teeth closed on his bottom lip, but he couldn't keep all kinds of drawn-out moans from escaping. He didn't look relieved - he looked completely delirious.
It must have still hurt, but going by the intense reaction, Renji realized Ichigo was a kinky little fuck. Finally, he was all the way in, buried in Ichigo's tight heat. Then there was one breathless moment when Renji could only stare at the man under him, trying to fathom it all.
Only when Ichigo wrapped his arms around Renji's neck, like he was bracing himself again, did Renji let it all hit him, hard; how amazing it felt. He was inside Ichigo for the first time, after a long time of just waiting for this. Ichigo was wrapped tight all around him; his arms, his legs, his breath crashing on Renji's neck.
"Good?" he asked, just to hear Ichigo say it. By then he wouldn't have really cared if Ichigo had said no.
Ichigo wouldn't even dignify that with an answer, instead muttering, "Great, I'm fucking the Hero with the magical cock."
Renji laughed, which made his body shake, which caused a whole new set of reactions. He was breathless before he knew it. "Considering your tight little ass, I think we're both good."
Ichigo only moaned again, his nails biting into Renji's shoulders as he pulled him closer. Not this time. Renji stopped a mere inch from Ichigo's lips and then pulled away, with his hips too, until only the head of his cock was inside him. He laid one palm on Ichigo's heaving chest, tracing his ribcage absentmindedly, and the other on Ichigo's thigh, raising it a little to have more room. We're both not gonna last long, might as well make it good.
Still, he kept steady. Which made Ichigo annoyed, for some reason. He frowned up at Renji, clutching his neck almost viciously.
"You don't have to be so careful now, y'know," he muttered breathily. Fuck, I know. Renji was almost overwhelmed with the need to lick and suck every part of Ichigo's striking, sweaty body, starting with his lips. He wanted to fuck his mouth. Next time.
"What do you mean by that?" he asked, to rile Ichigo up. Some things never change. He wondered what would happen if he annoyed Ichigo while being inside him.
He found out soon enough.
"Holy fuck-" was the best he could manage when Ichigo draped his legs over Renji's shoulders and clenched, driving him in forcefully. He was still spluttering, his nerves on fire from the swift movement. Fuck, Ichigo was good at this too. Of course he doesn't need to catch a breath. We're superheroes.
Ichigo was kissing him before he knew it, legs still stretched between them, and it made Renji lose that final shred of control he was pretending to have. He tore away from Ichigo's mouth, biting his lips and then his neck as punishment. He didn't give him any warning before pulling out and then thrusting back in, hard, gripping him. He was going to leave marks, alright.
Ichigo cried out, but instead of stopping to listen and memorize, this time Renji repeated the motion, almost possessed by the heat around him, the frenzy Ichigo roused in him, the pleasure pumping through his veins. He fucked him fast and deep, keeping him steady with one hand and himself steady with the other.
Ichigo still rocked against him, thrashing with every slam of Renji's hips. The energy was as real as Ichigo's moving hips, shooting through him and making everything mesh: he and Ichigo; their energies; pain and pleasure.
When Ichigo pulled him even closer, raising his legs, Renji let out a short, dark chuckle. "You want it deep, don't you?"
Ichigo's eyes were firmly shut as he nodded. It seemed to take all his concentration just to breathe, and even that was in gasping, heavy, fucking sexy little sounds. Renji took hold of Ichigo's ass and held it up, which gave him just enough-
Well, it was definitely a good thing Ichigo's apartment was secluded, because he was shouting now, Renji's name, over and over, like it was the only thing that mattered, that could give him pleasure. Fuck, it sounded good on Ichigo's lips. His voice was slightly croaky now; Renji was losing himself in Ichigo's panting, moaning in his ear. He wasn't sure who had the upper hand now, and he wasn't sure that he cared.
Ichigo was shaking in his arms, but still tried to hold on strong, moving his own hips, fucking himself on Renji's cock. Renji loved working with him like this. He tightened his hand over Ichigo's ass, feeling him tremble, silently begging for more.
Renji couldn't look anymore, letting his head drop to Ichigo's neck. He sucked on the skin intently, before grazing his teeth over the pulse. He groaned low in his throat when Ichigo tugged at his hair, forcing Renji's teeth a little deeper into his stretched neck. Renji took the hint and bit him even harder, enjoying the way Ichigo smelled, the deep rumbles Ichigo made each time Renji thrust into him, or uttered a dirty word, pinched his nipples, squeezed his cock. You're not the only one with quick hands.
The only reason Renji actually managed to make out words from Ichigo's gruff voice was that they were close enough for him to taste them. "Fuck, you're too… I'm gonna come, so - nngh…" he trailed off, but Renji got the message.
He could feel Ichigo's urgency in his movements, heels digging into Renji's back and hands keeping his hair in a death-grip, demanding hips snapping over Renji's cock. Ichigo's cock was slick with precome between them, pulsing in Renji's hand, fuck.
Renji gripped him even tighter and held his breath as he slammed up harder than before. He must have done something right because Ichigo was fucking losing it. Renji tempted fate and glanced up.
Ichigo's expression was a beautiful mixture of - of everything Renji had ever wanted to bring out in him. His skin was slick, hot, his eyes screwed shut, his glistening lips opened, letting out heavy, quick breaths - almost like he ran out of air, or like he didn’t need it anymore. He looked divine. Renji couldn't believe he got him there.
The faster Renji moved the deeper Ichigo lost himself in whatever world he was in, until he was scratching Renji's back and shouting half-formed words, as though he'd given up in the middle of a sentence in favor of cursing and moaning and biting his own lips. Renji never heard him like that before. He never heard anything like that.
He was beginning to think he would come just from how hot Ichigo was in those moments, when Ichigo finally snapped - his entire body convulsed and he writhed erratically in Renji's already unstable arms.
He clasped himself to Renji and gave one last loud moan, drawing him even deeper inside as he came so hard it hit Renji's chest. Renji couldn't even focus on how close he was, so entranced by every reaction he got from Ichigo; every twist of his body and the nonsensical muttering and desperate moans that kept coming for what seemed like forever.
He was still rocking against Renji uncontrollably, pulling his hair more roughly than ever - fuck; making Ichigo come like that was worth every damn second of not doing it.
He knew he should have let go by that point, at least of Ichigo's bruised throat, but every instinct told him to keep biting Ichigo's neck and keep fucking him until it hurt-
"Come inside me, Renji… I wanna feel it…" Ichigo whispered brokenly into his ear, voice so faraway and breathless Renji could feel it fueling him, muddling his brain like the pleasure shooting through him.
His breath was knocked out of him when Ichigo suddenly yanked his legs from Renji's shoulders and instead wrapped them around his waist. Then he clenched them so hard Renji was sure their bodies were going to meld or something - he couldn't see, the rush taking over him. His cock buried as deep as possible inside Ichigo, his energy swirling like mad, Ichigo's feet digging into Renji's ass and his nails raking over the tattoos on Renji's back. He was pushing against him, and finally Renji couldn't take it anymore.
He bit Ichigo's shoulder and finally let the ecstasy take over, hot and heavy and addictive. He knew it would burn him out but he couldn't get enough. Maybe he lost his mind in the middle of it all; the only thing he was aware of was how fucking good it felt.
He thrust hard into Ichigo and slammed him against the floor, his systems fucking crashing as he came. He lost control of his body and actions and fuck, he had no idea how long it lasted. Definitely one of the best fucking orgasms he'd ever had.
Finally, things slowed down, and got a little fuzzy around the edges. He certainly didn't pass out, just… felt overwhelmed for a few seconds. Definitely. He didn’t think their first time would be this… good, and hadn’t taken into account the fact they had both been injured until a few hours ago, and-
"Dude." He hated that Ichigo recovered more quickly. I'll have to try harder next time. At least he had the decency to sound hoarse. He was still breathing hard. Into Renji's hair. What the hell position are we in?
"What now?" he grit out eventually.
"We're flying."
Oh, that's where we are. "D'you think we died?"
Ichigo hummed thoughtfully, which was something Renji hadn't expected to hear from him. "I wouldn't be surprised, but I think it's just you."
Oh, right, superpower. We're actually floating in post-coital bliss. "Hm. Makes sense." Renji stretched a bit, opening his eyes only to see a naked Ichigo all over him. "Wanna go again?"
Ichigo shrugged, but Renji could sense he was a little freaked out and grabbing Renji mostly so he wouldn't fall off. First time in the air. They were only a few feet off the floor, but Renji didn't particularly mind holding Ichigo.
"On a mattress," Ichigo finally said.
Renji laughed. "Pussy."
Ichigo bit his neck in response. Then Renji was doing a lot less caring and a lot more landing and positioning.
EPILOGUE
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on 2010-01-30 02:45 pm (UTC)Like, hot, delishious, the use of their energies....fffuuuuu-
and the flying, and the 'do you think we died?'
Oh, and awesome playlist! Lol, I already had half the songs in my media player xD
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on 2010-01-30 04:29 pm (UTC)