Yeah guys, we are back!! *dramatic music* okay not so dramatic but well yeah I'm hyper *giggles* and I giggle waaaaay to much...ah whatever. My post are bold and Fading from View her post are normal.

Hope you guys like it and oh yeah warning: there is some bondage in this one and a violent/sadistic Ichi...if that's something to be warned off...oh yeah and some Kon abuse. Also we don't own bleach (wich I did*cries heart out*)

Ichigo grumbled as he kicked at the dirt on the ground, muttering about wanting to kill Keigo for getting him in trouble by shouting 'penis-sucker' in the best impression he could of Ichigo's voice and actually pulled it off for once and that resulted in a fight with a classmate and then the teacher came to break it up, getting a bloody-nose in the process, and once the two students were parted Ichigo had been sent to detention. Plotting revenge and kicking at the ground again he turned slightly to send a rock halfway across the street. Damn idiot of a friend. Once he got home he'd beat his father senseless if he shouted that the eldest Kurosaki sibling was late. Also needing to help five spirits find peace, so they could pass on. Oh, the joys of being a shinigami representative and he was too nice to say 'no' to them.

Isshin was out and at Ichigo even before he entered. "ICHIGOOOOOO!! We got company!!!" he said, jumping towards his eldest son to reveal a grinning redhead in the door-opening. So full of energy...Isshin even managed to tire him a bit with his behaviour! "Yo, Berry Head." Renji said, leaning against the door frame.

Ichigo had flung his foot out to kick his father out of the way and nodded with a darker look than usual. Giving a few more kicks to the idiot his brown eyes lifted to Renji and gave a slight wave. "Hey, Pineapple." he replied with a tired voice, having shouted during detention as to how it was all Keigo's fault and whatnot. Running his right hand along his neck he trudged up to his room, waving to Yuzu and Karin, "I'll come eat later." he sighed and dragged his feet up the stairs, eyes narrowed. Yes...maybe chop the brunette up with Zangetsu...or kick him off the roof, strangle him. Ooh, nice possibilities.

Renji blinked...okay...Ichigo ignored him! Well he had said hello but it wasn't normal. He dragged Isshin inside who was crying about how strong Ichigo was and about how proud Masaki would be! Renji nodded to the twins before following Ichigo up to his room, getting inside and closing the door behind him again.

Ichigo had thrown his bag on his chair and lay on his bed, staring at the wall with his frown deepening and fingers twitching from time to time. Hearing the door he turned and pushed himself up, looking at the redhead with a frown. "What the hell are you doing here anyway? I already took care of three Hollows," He lifted his left hand and used his right pointer to slide the clenched fingers up to indicate his day, "five spirits, got detention from Keigo for calling one of my classmates a 'penis-sucker'...and in a good impression of my tone may I add, my idiot of a father needs to push my patience and now you." Dropping his hands, he simply glared with the silent demand Renji explain why he was here and whatnot.

"Well Soul Society sensed disturbance in the spiritual pressure in Karakura Town...so they sent me here to check it out." Renji shrugged. "Doesn't sound like such a bad day, I got worse." He grinned a bit before letting that look fall. Ichigo seemed really annoyed...and his reiatsu seemed even more suffocating then usual, jeez the man really had to learn and control that... no wonder all those Hollows came for him.

Ichigo frowned, "Well, since you have something that can top mine," He leaned back and frowned, "tell me yours and I'll decide if it's worse than mine." He tapped his left foot on the ground impatiently and drummed his right hand's fingers on the mattress, simply daring the redhead to speak. Stopping all motions Ichigo stood and moved over to his bag. "On second thought, Pineapple, keep it to yourself and don't even think you're staying here until you have to leave. Isshin's more than enough of a hassle." Rummaging through his bag he pulled out most of his ten page report he finished and moved to sit back on his bed with pen in his hand with the lovely red notebook for History.

"I'm staying here; I'm NOT going to Sandal-Hat, no freaking way." Renji said, walking further into the room before sitting down on Ichigo's bed next to him, peaking over his shoulder to look at what he was going to do. "What ya doing?" he asked.

Ichigo jerked his shoulders up to make Renji back off and flipped to a clean page in the way back, writing down: Chop in half with Zangetsu, strangle, kick off roof, throw into a lion's den. Grinning with a crazed look he wiped it off then quickly swapped back to his report and read the last sentence and continued writing about this one King that was an asshole and got rid of each wife that couldn't give birth. "Well...not if I have something to say about it." he replied and lifted his pen once he got stuck to bite on it with furrowed brows. Such a frustrating subject.

"Oi! Be nice Berry Head!" Renji growled, shoving Ichigo a bit. "Just trying to be nice here 'kay!" he fumed a bit, crossing his arms as he leaned in to look at the report again. Irritating Ichigo, definitely a plus of being in the real world!

Just when Renji shoved Ichigo he placed the pen back on the paper and made a long line with no words. Clenching the innocent object tightly he turned with the slammed shut notebook and threw the pen at the irritating redhead. "I don't care! Now back off before I Zangetsu your ass!" Tossing the notebook carelessly to the ground he pushed off the bed and went back to his bag, grumbling then tossing it to the side. "Dammit! I left my German book in detention." Kicking the bag he huffed and kept kicking it with vigor. Yes, Ichigo Kurosaki finally snapped and was abusing his bag.

Renji held silent for a moment and then couldn't stop it anymore, he laughed, and not softly, but loudly, shoulders shaking with the force. "Zangetsu my ass?! Yeah right in yer dreams!! Is a bag all ya can beat up? Strawberry!" He went on with his laughing tirade.

Ichigo stopped and twitched, bending down slowly and reaching in for his fat English book, turning once he brought it out and flung it at Renji. "Shut up you damn Pineapple!" he shouted, impressed he could still yell. "I beat you once and I can do it again! Even without Zangetsu!" To prove his point he pounced on Renji and grabbed at his wrists, pinning them down and making sure his member wouldn't have any chance of being kneed.

Renji's laughing tirade immediately went by. "Like hell ya can!" He squirmed and wiggled, yanking onto his arms and trying to knee Ichigo anyway, even if it didn't work. He scratched at Ichigo's hands and wrists, growling at the teen as he used his reiatsu against Ichigo's pressing against his body.

Ichigo only grinned at this and his lips curled back ever more into a wolfish smile. "Wanna try me?" he challenged with his eyes sparkling in both anger and mischief. Leaning down and swapping one of Renji's wrists to his other hand he pressed his left hand against the thigh to the knee that tried to hit him and pushed it down. "'cause I highly doubt you'd win."

"Wanna bet?" Renji glared up, feeling a bit bothered, being held down got him in compromising positions before, actually that was one of the few reasons he got into those situations, he swallowed and struggled some more.

"Sure," Ichigo replied. Though the teen may not know how to lower his reiatsu he knew how to raise it, occasionally able to lower it when he was calm enough. "What do I get when I win?" The spiky haired teen's hand tightened its grasp on Renji's wrists, his left hand moving to be placed beside Renji's head.

"Whatever ya want. S'not like you'll win." He hissed up at the teen. Renji grinned when he was able to move his arms a bit, but then noticed it didn't really help for his position...well…he still moved them!

Ichigo only frowned and pressed Renji's wrists a little further into the mattress and leaned down again. "You can't really move right now, so don't get cocky." he growled, digging his nails into the skin a bit, obviously still frustrated.

Renji glared up before looking to the side. Okay...what now...this was not going to turn out good...He stopped his struggling and relaxed as far as he could. Surprise Ichigo and throw him off! Yeah that was a good idea!

Ichigo rolled his eyes at this, "If there's a plan going on in there," His free hand lifted and placed his pointer against it with half-lidded eyes, "with thinking of throwing me off...it won't work. You can thank my dad for that one." A slight cross between a normal chuckle and a devious one passed his lips and simply settled his bottom on Renji's stomach. "'sides, I'm glad I have my cell phone on me, I can take a picture of the 'great' Abarai Renji being pinned by a representative. Rukia would love to see it." Smirking he reached into his back pocket, pulling his orange cell out and flipping it open, going to the camera option and taking a picture, then shut it and tossed it carelessly to the floor somewhere. "Gonna have to put it as my greeting screen."

Renji's eyes flashed. "Like hell ya will!" he growled out and resumed his struggle but now even harder, his knees trying to knee Ichigo in the back, bucking up and yanking on his arms again. "I'll fucking destroy that phone!" He growled energy flaring as his anger was fed.

Ichigo's eyes widened slightly than an amused feature crossed his face. "You break my phone, you buy me a new and better one." he warned before letting his left hand go behind him to stop a rough impact if one of the knees hit him. "Now, if you break my phone and I force you to buy me a new one or tell my dad, you won't be able to buy those expensive sunglasses that you just need to get." Tilting his head to the side with a dark glare he watched Renji's struggling and quirked a brow. "Why do you get them anyway if you just keep breaking them? Honestly, it's a waste."

"They're hot and handy. I like them. And even if I break something here, Soul Society will pay, so I don't care. Now let go of me!" Renji demanded, glaring turning several shades colder as he shivered a bit. Fucking Ichigo, stupid, smirking teen. Stupid, strong, smirking teen!

"They look nice, I agree. Expensive as hell, yes. Let go of you, no." Ichigo's smirk grew in size. Renji looked really tempting like this. Squirming, struggling, demanding, was that a blush he saw? Oh yes, tiny-evil Ichigo was totally agreeing with staying there. Innocent-little Ichigo was nowhere to be found at the moment...did tiny-evil Ichigo kill him? Brown eyes hazed over in a smug way, yeah, he was just going to hold on just to irk the redhead.

Renji's eyes got wide. "Where did Ichigo go and who are you?" He asked, never knowing Ichigo could be like this. Still he wasn't really complaining...just it was nope!! He had to get from underneath Ichigo right now! So he kept on struggling, panting at the effort, his glare never failing.

"I'd stop doing that it I were you," Ichigo advised with a slightly concerned look. "It'll sound like you had a rough fuck or something when you leave." Still, the orange head was amused by this and wished he had a recorder or something to make sure he had this as proof to show that he was certainly better. "Your cheeks are getting pink, Pineapple, didn't think it was possible."

"They're not! I'm not blushing!" Renji snapped, just blushing more. He thanked to God that Ichigo had thrown away the phone, he knew there was a recording option and he knew he wouldn't live that down.

Ichigo hummed and turned slightly, grinning once he saw his phone wasn't on the floor but on his pillow. Joy! Reaching over he grabbed hold of it and flipped it open, smiling devilishly and sadistically as he looked at Renji. "Look at what I have here," he spoke, turning to face Renji and waving the phone with an amused look, "now...picture time." Moving his thumb swiftly he got to the camera option and took another picture. Ah, he knew the redhead would kill him, but that didn't matter, this was too much fun. Peeking from behind the phone and going to the recording option his lips curled into a cat-like smile only he thought Kon could pull off. "Are you sure you aren't?" Recording here he came! And click, yeah, this was too much fun.

Renji's eyes were actually wide. "I'm not blushing!" His wiggling and struggling lessened a bit as he stared at the phone as he panted. "Yer sick..ya know that right?" He asked, not being able to suppress the shudder he felt going through his body, no, no, no! Anybody but with Ichigo, not with Ichigo! He begged mentally, his body wouldn't listen though as another shiver run through him, muscles tense.

"I don't think you're really complaining, Pineapple," he replied simply, looking at the other then the screen then back, "I know Uryu the gay Quincy will enjoy this, Rukia will laugh her ass off...hmm, and I'm sure Byakuya will ask me to send him more files knowing him and his fancy-prancy petal-flinging self." Of course he stopped recording when he spoke and pressed record when he was done, besides...Renji was so cute with that blush and the struggling only made it more enjoyable. Those fiery eyes shimmered in a way that drew Ichigo in. Forcing the thought aside he shook his head mentally to rid the thought.

"Ya won't give these to them. They'll hear you speak as well." Renji said, forcing a bored and not interested look on his face as he looked to the side to study the wall. He wasn't pinned down, wasn't being filmed he kept saying to himself mentally.

Ichigo paused the recording, "It has the pause option as well, dumbass." he frowned, leaning down and pressing his chest against Renji's. "All they'll see and hear is you and, let's not forget, that adorable blush of yours." Pulling away with the left side of his mouth twitching up he hovered his thumb over the un-pause. "'sides, I could be Kon told by Ichigo to act this way and he's watching you right now. Isn't that a nice thought?" With that, he clicked the button after a pleased look entered Ichigo's chocolate orbs.

Renji's eyes got wide again before he looked back at Ichigo again, growling at him "You sick fuck, did ya put something in my drink?" If people would only hear him he had to give them a reason to think it was all Ichigo's fault and he was just innocent and Ichigo the crazy one here. Still, maybe this was Kon...then where was Ichigo? Renji began to look around, determined to find out whether or not this really was Ichigo or if it was Kon.

"Dude, honestly..." Ichigo frowned after pressing pause. "I can easily fix this. Thank God for the computer." Rolling his eyes he glanced over at the closet, glad earlier that he took the pill out of Kon's mouth since he was being so annoying in the morning. Looking back at Renji he grinned. "'sides, if you told anyone I did this...who would believe you anyway? I can just say someone sent me the vid." Pressing un-pause once he was done speaking.

"Yeah right, get of me kid, it ain't fun." He planted his heels in the bed to buck and arch up in the hopes of throwing Ichigo off. Stupid, irritating, annoying, arrogant teen!

Ichigo simply shrugged and clicked the pause and save button. "You're no fun, Pineapple," he sighed once he reached over and placed his phone on his desk then leaned over Renji, lips brushing against his ear. "You really are cute, Renji,"

Renji let out a choked sound and the blush was right back in place, he moved his head to move his ear away from Ichigo's lips but revealed his neck by doing so. He mentally screamed at lil Renji to not react, but really it was hard! No, no! Not hard, though, yeah it was though while pinned down.

Ichigo's amusement grew at this and placed his lips lightly against Renji's neck, moving down in a feather-like way and then back up to stop at his ear, "You make nice sounds too," His left hand placed itself on Renji's arm and moved up, brushing his fingertips along the warm skin as a playful smirk played at his lips. Yeah...having Kon take over his body too much kind of altered his persona slightly and it was just too much fun teasing Renji.

"I don't make sounds..." Renji muttered, his voice softer now. His arm trembled as Ichigo touched it, even if the touch was so light. Renji's head moved even more to the side, baring his neck even further. Obvious body and mind were doing two whole different things.

"I'll have to see about that," Ichigo whispered, nipping at the other's jaw then down the neck, tongue poking out to trace over the black tattoos and had his hands grab onto Renji's pinning them to the bed and moving so his hips were pressed against Renji's, moving slowly with a bite at the redhead's collarbone and slid his lips up to nip at the Adam's apple before pulling his face away to look at Renji with halfway open eyes.

Renji had managed to stay silent through out most of the actions. He whimpered softly though when his hands got pinned firmly and that bite had him letting out a sound as well. His bit his lower lip cursing himself as he stared up at Ichigo.

Ichigo leaned close so his lips were brushing against Renji's, "You like this, don't you? Being under me...at my mercy," He licked at the redhead's upper lip, "or..." Ichigo ground down against Renji and breathed into his ear, "you just want a quick fuck to satisfy yourself for today and forget what pissed you off earlier." Ichigo licked his lips and moved his face to press his lips against the other's in a hungry motion, taking Renji's lower lip between his teeth and nibbled on it with clouded eyes.

Renji shuddered and couldn't help but let out a moan, oh fuck Ichigo hit the nail right on the head. "What if?" he muttered softly, before returning the kiss just like that, grinding down against the man above him, as his blush increased again.

Ichigo smirked and licked the other's lips before moving back to the neck, biting harshly and tugging a bit before releasing. "You'll be wishing you hadn't pissed me off," he whispered seductively before taking his hands away from Renji's and reaching down to the redhead's pants as his lips moved back to those lips, moving greedily as his hands got the pants undone with a pleased hum, grabbing at the fabric at the thighs and tugging roughly to yank them off. Not to throw them on the floor, no...he had a plan for the jeans.

"Ya really believe that?" Renji asked, his arm wrapping around Ichigo's shoulders as soon as they got released. He lifted his ass off the bed so Ichigo could pull his pants down more easily as the redhead shivered and whimpered into the kiss.

Ichigo pulled away from Renji's lips and licked his lips, "I can almost assure it," he growled, glad once the pants came off and set them in arm's reach to the side, his hands running up the redhead's sides and stopping once they grabbed hold of the sides of Renji's face, slamming their lips together and moving his pelvis against Renji's up-down, side-to-side and in a circular motion, determined to hear the shinigami beg.

Renji groaned, returned the kiss and parting his lips as he pressed up against the representative Shinigami, moaning lowly and wrapping his legs around Ichigo, pressing the teen closer and moaning the other's name softly.

Ichigo, pleased by this reaction, slipped his tongue into Renji's mouth and let the muscle move over every part it could reach until it met Renji's and slid along his with his right hand moving to fist some of the red hair and press closer. That's what he wanted, the other moaning his name...maybe screaming it in that warm voice. Releasing the face with his left hand it slid down and cupped Renji's erection, squeezing and pulling his lips away to pant softly with a smug look crossing his features.

Renji liked the kisses and he nearly wanted to whine, he didn't of course he didn't! But when he felt hat hand in his hair and the other on his crotch he did let out a whine, a whimper soon after as he bucked up into that hand. "Don't tease!" he growled, lips parted as he panted.

"I'm sorry," Ichigo spoke sarcastically, caressing the cock in his grasp and looked at the redhead with an uninterested look, "I didn't hear you clearly." He leaned down and whispered huskily into Renji's ear, "Could you repeat what you said?" Ichigo licked along the outline of the ear and bit the lobe with enough force to show he was the dominant one.

Renji cursed a bit before he moved to line his mouth up with Ichigo's ear. "I said that ya had to stop with the fucking teasing." He said huskily, pressing a kiss to the ear. "Won't you? Ichigo..." He purred his name, legs tightening around the teen.

Ichigo released the ear and thought for a moment. Tease and piss Renji off, not tease and have a good fuck. Ooh...maybe he could get both at the same time. He turned his face and pressed another kiss to Renji's lips, slipping his hand into the redhead's boxers and curling his fingers around the other's member and stroked it with a firm grasp, sighing as he licked Renji's lower lip. Mmm, nice... "Hmm," He pulled his mouth away, his free hand pushing Renji's legs off as his other released the member and pulled the boxers down. "Looks nice, Renji," he smiled, his voice having a slight sultry tone.

Renji couldn't help but shiver and squirm. He felt like hiding and so he tried. His hands moved to Ichigo's face, cupping it and pulling Ichigo's lips back to his, licking his lower lip before moving a hand away from Ichigo's face and over his back before lightly scratching it up.

Ichigo chuckled at this and parted his lips for the other as his left index finger ran teasingly along the underside of Renji's erection, thumb sliding along the slit atop, running over it and patting it like he would Yuzu's head, with only his hand. He pulled his lips away slightly to move them to Renji's jaw to nip at it. "You're so cute, Ren," he whispered, moving back to Renji's lips and kissing him a bit, "really cute."

"Shuddup..." Renji said, obviously embarrassed as he blushed redder and lifted his hips helplessly into Ichigo's hand. "Dammit! What do ya want me to do to have ya stop that teasing? "He asked, a bit breathless though and gave a peck to Ichigo's lips

Ichigo pulled his hands away from Renji and moved away completely, grabbing at the other's wrists and pushing them onto the bed, grabbing the pants he set aside earlier and wrapped the pant-legs around the redhead's wrists a few times then tied it with a pleased smirk. Leaning down he brushed his lips against Renji's cheek. "I want you to beg. Beg me to fuck you, Renji..." He moved his lips down Renji's neck, "beg me to take you...that's all you need to do."

Renji eyes glazed over, his fingers wrapping around the fabric around his wrists. "That's all huh? Ya gotta try a bit harder Ichigo." Renji informed, his voice was definitely pleasure filled now, and he tilted his head to the side to give Ichigo more access to his neck and closed his eyes.

"Teasing it is then," Ichigo breathed, his left hand going back to its previous motions and his right hand worked on the shirt, pushing it up and grazing his nails down once he pushed it up as far as it could go, moving his lips to a nipple and running his tongue over it, right hand raking the nails over the other as his eyes hazed over in lust.

"Ohhh!" Renji arched his chest up, arms pulling onto the pants a bit as he took his lower lip between his teeth. Renji wouldn't beg, he just wouldn't! It was embarrassing...Renji blushed, but would so be the total surrender to Ichigo. Nope, he wasn't lost enough for that yet.

Ichigo ran his teeth over the pert part then slid down, his hand running along the redhead's sides and letting his tongue slide along the inked tattoos with barely opened eyes and uncontrolled hunger flickering in them as he moved his left hand to Renji's inner thigh and brushed his fingers along it, moving the limbs up, running them through the red hairs, secretly impressed. Well...he now won the bet with his dad about questioning if Renji was really a redhead. Stupid bet, but fifty dollars out of it was tempting, though Ichigo already knew he'd win anyway.

Renji groaned, chest arching further before his back hit the bed completely again. He whimpered and closed his legs as best as he could as he felt Ichigo's teasing hand on his thigh and felt the fingers running through his pubic hairs. His hands gripped his restraints harder as he looked down at Ichigo with lidded and lusty eyes.

Ichigo looked up, "Ready to give up and beg yet?" He left his right hand move under Renji and grab hold of a round globe, leaning down more, his breath ghosting along Renji's arousal and licked his lips, looking up at Renji as his left hand's fingers barely bothered to curl around and leave feather-like strokes along it, poking his tongue out to lick at the pre-cum before stopping and pulling his mouth and hand away from it, fingers grasping onto the sac and squeezing while his lips moved along the inner thigh, pressing butterfly kisses while his eyes trained intensively on the redhead.

"Fuck you." Renji's bottom lip trembled as he moaned, hips bucking and trying to get something, anything! His head was thrown back with a soft snarl and then he gave up. "Ichigo, please fuck me." he whispered, eyes closed as he moaned out the other's name again. "Please! Gimme what I want." He spoke, his legs spreading and the thigh that was being kissed trembled a bit.

Ichigo pulled his face away from the thigh and smirked, "Glad we've come to an agreement." He moved so his lips hovered over Renji's cock and let his tongue run up the underside and then parted his lips to take it into his mouth, sucking and bobbing his head without difficulty, tongue playing with the slit occasionally and moving around the head, nipping. His right hand moved to hold Renji's hip down and dug his nails into it while closing his eyes and grazing his teeth along the hardened flesh, soon moving to deep-throat Renji.

Renji couldn't understand why he hadn't giving in before. It felt SO good; Ichigo used just the right amount of suction and that tongue! God! It shouldn't be allowed to have tongues like that! All Renji could do was try to buck up but since Ichigo held him down he really couldn't. That added to his pinned down feeling and made his body shudder while the redhead moaned, his head tossing from side to side a bit when Ichigo finally deep-throated him.

The spiky haired Kurosaki was immensely pleased with himself, seeing Renji react like that by something that seemed so simple. He licked at the erection again and then bit gently, experimenting and curious of the type of reaction. Renji was beautiful like this, tied up, moaning, and occasionally struggling against the binds. Ichigo moaned deeply as the images floating about in his mind shot down to his cock and made it twitch. His eyes flickered like a predator's, moving his left hand up and placed it on Renji's chest, trailing the fingertips down then digging his nails in possessively.

Renji tried to buck up even more when he felt that light bite, oh yeah biting was defiantly good. His arms yanked on his restraints a bit again, wanting badly to run his fingers through Ichigo's hair, but at the same time fully enjoying being tied up. His chest arched up into Ichigo's nails as they scratched them, digging them in even further. Scratching he decided was a very good thing as well. Ichigo marked him, or so it felt, and the marks would be there for a while, if he had to believe the pleasant sting on his chest.

Ichigo looked up at Renji and wished he could just take a moment to take his hands away from Renji just so he could get rid of the damn confines called pants. He bit again while moving up, going between grazing and nipping, his left hand sliding down between his own legs with a growl as he grabbed at the clasp, yanking it apart and going for the zipper, yanking it down with a pleased look on his face, letting that hand return to Renji, his other following the left's motions and grabbed at the redhead's ass, kneading the flesh and tightened his grasp, pulling his mouth away to pant and lick like a newborn kitten at the slit, eyes on Renji with a seductive gaze.

"Oh fuck Ichi ya oh damn! I won't last fuck! Long!" he warned the other, his body like butter, melting into all of Ichigo's touches. Renji was panting heavy, bits and pieces that had come lose from his pony tail clung to his sweaty face and neck. His body was equally sweaty; locking eyes with Ichigo he gave a pleading look as he yanked on his bounds again.

Ichigo took Renji back into his mouth and sucked, bringing the other's hips up and nipped at the head, occasionally deep-throating and purring softly at Renji's reactions. Even with the vulgar language...the redhead was still hot. He'd just have to tease Renji a bit about this later. Yeah...sounded like a plan...but he'd save it for later. His chocolate pools darkened, focused on his task of getting Renji to cum.

Like he said, Renji didn't last all that long, especially not with Ichigo wanting him to cum. When he did he actually cried out, halfway clamping his teeth down on his lip to muffle the remaining part of the cry. His body arched up and trembled, toes curling into the sheets as his knuckles turned white from the force of holding down on his bounds.

Ichigo swallowed most of what he could with some dribbling down his chin once he pulled away and licked it up, leaning up while his hands still holding onto Renji's bottom squeezed and licked his lips, breathing huskily into Renji's ear, "Did you like that?" His lower half moved into position between Renji's spread legs and pressed his chest to Renji's. "Want some more?" Ichigo licked the side of the ear and chuckled warmly, his hands letting go then sliding up the redhead's sides and running up the bound arms, moving his lips to press a kiss to Renji's lips for a second then pulled away. "You taste good, Ren."

Renji still panted heavy, his eyes smoldering as they looked at Ichigo, his tongue poking out to lick Ichigo's chin. "Mmm, I do, yeah." He grinned a bit. "Gimme about two seconds and I'll be ready to be screwed." He grinned a bit and closed his eyes as he leaned his head back, legs already wrapping around the carrot top.

Ichigo chuckled lightly at this and sat up on his knees, moving his right hand's fingers up to his lips and licking them to slick them up with his eyes looking Renji over; damn redhead was ready for anything. Pulling his fingers away, he slipped the hand down and slid one in while leaning over the other with a smirk. "Always ready to get fucked, aren't you?" he snarled, pushing a second finger in and pulled them out before slamming them back in. "You're mine now, got that?" His teeth then latched onto Renji's neck.

Renji let out a soft sound. It hurt that was for sure, but it wasn't anything he couldn't take. The combative side of him resurfaced again then and he mustered up a grin. "Yeah I'm always ready for that." He let out a whine. "If ya claim me, well, I'll think 'bout it."

Ichigo frowned and spread his fingers while moving them back and then in, removing his teeth and looking at Renji with a glare. "Yeah, and I bet you like taking it up here," He pushed another finger in, "where my cock's gonna go. You like that, don't you?" Ichigo spread the fingers then pumped them into Renji, not even bothering to find the redhead's prostate, and if he brushed up against it...he'd make sure to abuse it when his member was inside Renji and never miss.

Renji closed his eyes, flinching a bit. "What if I like it in my ass? Want me to say what kind of cock-slut I am huh?" He shifted his hips a bit wanting to get Ichigo to touch his prostate even if he didn't try to. He'd never taken it this rough, but for some reason the redhead didn't complain and now that he was used to that pain it actually wasn't so bad, actually felt okay and nice.

Ichigo growled and pushed the fingers back in harshly, licking Renji's neck with a smirk tugging at his lips. "I think I like this cock-slut," he purred, moving his lips along the neck, "better than a regular one." His left hand moved to lift Renji's hips up and pulled his fingers completely out, not even caring if Renji would protest. Reaching down with his unoccupied hand, he pushed only his boxers down and gripped the redhead's hip, slamming in with a possessive snarl.

Renji threw his head back in a yell, all kinds of curse words tumbling from his lips as his eyes were squeezed tightly shut, body completely tense. He took a deep breath and snarled for Ichigo to just move. When this was over and when he could walk normally again he so had to beat Ichigo. It hurt him that Ichigo had compared him with just a regular one, still he figured he was only a cock-slut to Ichigo so he should better fulfill that part well.

Ichigo paused and looked at Renji with an amused look. "Y'know...you're a dumb ass for telling me to move when I can clearly tell you're hurting like a bitch." He reached a hand out and took Renji's hair-tie out so it wouldn't snap and tossed it somewhere near his desk, running his fingers through the red strands and sighing heavily.

"It ain't the first time ya came to that conclusion." Renji reminded him, before returning to the task of calming his breath down and relaxing his body. Those fingers in his hair did great and when he shifted experimentally he gasped as it felt good, nodding at Ichigo to give him the okay sign.

Ichigo snorted at that sentence and pulled back then moved forth, biting his lower lip with his eyes shutting and tightening his grasp on Renji's hips with a pleasured sigh. "Still, after this I'm gonna call you 'Cutie-apple'. Better then Pineapple, 'ey?" he joked as he opened his eyes halfway with a smirk.

Renji snarled at him, his breath hitching before the redhead groaned. "Like hell ya will," He grunted out, arms yanking on his bounds again, oh yeah he just loved the feeling of being held down, the feeling of being tied up, the knowledge that he couldn't get away. And Ichigo really did dominate him good, Renji shuddered at that realization. Oh yeah, he'd have to push Ichigo to do this again, like real often! Renji mentally rolled his eyes, he really did sound like a cock-slut now.

Ichigo growled and once he pulled out he slammed back in with his hands moving to under Renji's thighs and pushing them up towards the other's chest while nipping at his collar bone. "You know you'd like it..." he whispered, "or it can just be a private thing between us." Ichigo placed his chin against Renji's shoulder and moved his hips in a violent pace, changing the angle slightly when he got a little bored of the previous.

Renji groaned, just the change of his legs' position made it different. He felt himself tighten up more and fuck! That pace was killing him. It hurt, but felt so good at the same time; it drove him crazy, not knowing what to feel. His head was thrown back though, his body arching up towards Ichigo as he felt the man hit his prostrate, the pleasure so intense it hurt, which only served in making it feel better.

Ichigo couldn't help but give a smirk at this, keeping his thrusts hard and panting heavily with a snarl, his face moving to lick a tattoo and his hands tightening their hold on the thighs with heavy pants as he felt Renji tighten but it only made his lust for pounding into the heat grow and moved his head to place a soft, feather-like, kiss on the redhead's lips.

Renji couldn't help but react, he reached up, putting more pressure on his shoulders as he leaned in for those lips, wanting more contact, wanting to taste. The redhead couldn't really hold back the moans now, his ass being pounded so roughly that his vision became a bit foggy.

Ichigo licked his lips at the other's reactions and pressed down to kiss Renji, biting at his lower lip and tilting forward to put more force into his thrusts, sliding his hands down the legs, digging his nails into them with a look in his chocolate pools that one could call obsessed. Ichigo licked at Renji's upper lip and had his lips move greedily, lustfully, and hungrily, wanting more.

Renji whimpered, his lips parting for Ichigo, legs trembling as Ichigo dug his nails in them. That look, Renji never had seen it before; it made him shiver and made him want to squirm away. He didn't do it though, with a soft whine he bit down harshly on Ichigo's upper lip, tongue flicking at the blood that welt up as his body moved to meet Ichigo's thrusts as best as he could.

Ichigo chuckled once Renji bit his lip and slid his tongue into the other's mouth with eyes so close to being shut yet still visible. His tongue slid along Renji's playfully, coaxing, hands running up the legs then moving to hook them over his shoulders, grabbing Renji's hips and pulling them forth each time his did and snarled while he pulled away from Renji's lips. "You're holdin' up," he breathed, tracing his parted lips over Renji's cheek and licked it as well, "I'm impressed. Maybe we should do this more often." His face flushed with pleasure and purring happily, darkly, as he pulled out all the way before slamming back in again.

"We really should ahh do fuck! More!" His sentence falling apart. He moaned and wrapped his legs around Ichigo's neck pulling him closer with them as he took the fucking. He thanked God somebody, anybody, for his flexibility. "Course I can take it." He panted out.

Ichigo slammed back in and let out a groan as he back arched slightly, his right hand moving to brush over Renji's side and over his chest, pinching a nipple while leaning down to lick at the other with a pleased hum. "I doubt you'll be able to walk straight after I'm done fucking you." he growled, nails clawing at Renji's skin, the nails to his left hand moving further into the hip. Ichigo's eyes opened and smiled smugly as the sound of skin hitting skin reached his ears, making his hips move frantically and leaning up to bite lightly at Renji's jaw line.

Renji couldn't form any word except curses and Ichigo's name. His body shuddering as he arched and moaned against the form atop of him, the man fucking him so good and hard. He cried out as his prostate was hit again and moved to rest his face against Ichigo's neck. It was so hard not to cum, his body wanted it so badly but Renji didn't, he wanted to last longer, he didn't want it to be over. Still he couldn't help but reach his orgasm after a few more harsh thrusts, his head thrown back, eyes wide open just as his mouth in a silent scream. He couldn't see, only black with flashing white as he emptied himself on both their chests, body shaking violently as the pleasure ripped through his body. He nearly wanted to apologize to Ichigo, telling how sorry he was for coming before he did, before Ichigo said he could. He didn't though, Ichigo was fucking him but wasn't his master, his boss, the teen didn't own him.

Ichigo's eyes slammed shut and cried out a curse ending with a frustrated growl as he came, continuing to thrust to ride out the pleasure as he leaned his head down to lick at Renji's cum, smirking while doing so, leaning up to place a chaste kiss against Renji's lips with a smirk, his right hand reaching up to run through the crimson strands. "Damn...I'm impressed you ain't crying." His eyes fell halfway shut at the tease. "And I still say you're cute...adorable actually," His fingertips ran over the side of Renji's face then over his cheek, "with that blush." Letting out a groan, he pulled out of the redhead and lifted his hands to unhook the legs and place them on the bed, leaning down and licking the rest of the cum off Renji and looking at the shinigami's entrance. Abused...ah...maybe the teen overdid it a little. Depending on Renji's mood later Ichigo would know how rough he'd been. Licking his lips he moved his hands to pull his boxers over his limp cock and reached over Renji while placing a kiss on his neck apologetically while untying the pants. "Thanks, Ren." Slipped past his lips before he even knew it.

It took a while before Renji answered him and even then his breath was ragged. "Anytime." he whispered, not moving his arms from their position. There were some red marks on his wrists from all his yanking. The redhead liked Ichigo's attention, it soothed his aching body. Then he remembered what Ichigo said and he glared weakly. "Abarai Renji doesn't cry, never. And I'm not adorable, Strawberry."

Ichigo laughed, "Right, just like you said you don't blush earli-" He paused and looked over at his phone, eyes widening once he saw a very familiar plushy holding onto it and pressing a button with a pleased glint in those beady eyes. "Kon? What the - how did you-" "Simple, you dumb ass!" the mod snapped, pressing a few buttons then shutting the phone and putting it down, placing his squishy bottom on the desk, "You didn't really think I'd let you take the pill out of my mouth, did you? Nope, pretended you did so I could see if there was a way to get back at you for all the crap you did to me and this," He lifted his right, round, hand, "was exactly that. Nee-chan is going to scold you soooooooooo bad." Ichigo twitched and, forgetting Renji was there, leapt at Kon who bounced out of the way and patted his butt. "Nyah! Nyah!" he grinned, turning and looking at Renji, "Pretty sure Nee-chan's brother won't be happy either, 'Cutie-apple'." "Kon...you little..." Ichigo turned and lunged at him again, "bastard! You recorded that?! Then sent it to everyone?! ...I'm gonna tear your body to pieces..." The evil glint in his eye from earlier when he attacked his dad returned and it made Kon shiver and run.

Renji was frozen...recorded...him...totally...getting screwed into submission?! His eyes were wide before he growled and began to move up. Ah fuck! Everything hurt! But he could take it; he changed that to a 'no I can't take it' when he actually sat down on his ass. Pain not only there but shooting up his spine as well before whining lowly. "Ichigo..." He growled lowly, he was going to kill the man! After getting Kon of course.

Ichigo finally got Kon and then grinned, looking over at Renji and walking over, holding Kon's mouth near the redhead's member. "Now...either you do something useful with that mouth than run it or...we tear your body to pieces. Which will it be?" Kon looked over at Ichigo and flailed his arms. "No! No, put me down! I lied! I didn't send it, I swear!!" "Yeah, right, you expect us to believe that?"

Renji snorted rolling his eyes and leaning back a bit on his arms to get the worst pressure off of his ass. Then let his mind fly off to images of what would be on that tape...hmm well one thing was okay, they could watch it! His cock got hard again and he licked his lips. "Just push him down, s'not like he'll do it on his own."

Ichigo shrugged, "Sure. If I fix your problem we both know your ass'll never heal." Kon's eyes shimmered with tears and shouted protests before Ichigo growled and shoved the mouth down. "Now, you two have your fun while I check something." He grabbed one of Renji's hands and moved his to place the redhead's on Kon's head, who was still muffling protests and empty death-threats. Blowing air out the side of his mouth he moved over to his cell and picked it up, flipping it open and gasping once he saw text messages from Rukia, Uryu, Byakuya, Ikkaku...mostly everyone in his contacts list. Holding it tightly, he turned to face Renji. "Make sure that bastard doesn't survive...or is mentally scarred for life." Kon only cried out in objection, still muffled as the glare Ichigo possessed darkened, even colder than Byakuya's.

Renji saw Ichigo's mood darken and made a note to help him relax later on but now his grip on the plushy's head tightened further, gripping it hard before mercilessly moving Kon's mouth over his cock, groaning softly and lidding his eyes a bit as his pace sped up. He didn't care for Kon, didn't care if he could breathe, or if it hurt, nope, like Ichigo said, he was going to scar him for life, or just kill him.