Two weeks later...

Renji quickly re-sheaths Zabimaru, wiping some sweat from his brow as he smirks at a panting Shuhei.

"Looks like I win this one then, huh?"

Shuhei sneers, re-sheathing his own Zanpakuto and dusting himself off.

"I was just waiting for you to let your guard down, that's all, so don't go getting cocky Renji."

"Sure you were, come on, just admit I won," Renji goads, earning a darker glare from Shuhei.

"Why you son of a-"Shuhei suddenly stops, straightening up as he stares at someone behind Renji.

"Hello again, Rukia Kuchiki, Ichigo Kurosaki," Shuhei nods in greeting.

Renji immediately tenses as soon as he hears Ichigo's name, but he tries not to show it, and turns around, smiling broadly, but he makes sure to keep his eyes on Rukia.

"Hey guys, what a surprise! Uh, what are you doing here?"

Rukia holds a file out in front of her.

"I wrote down some notes that Captain Ukitake wanted me to write about Ichigo's progress and his substitute badge, so we came here to give them to him, and I wanted to visit my brother for a while. While I'm gone, you and Ichigo can spend some time together."

Renji's eyes widen, and he chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh, really? Well uh, that sounds good, yeah good."

Rukia frowns up at him, putting the file back inside her shihakusho.

"You're acting weird again, but I guess maybe you've just become more of a moron than when I was last here."

Renji turns bright red, shaking his fist down at her.

"Why you! Who are you to call someone a moron after some of the crap you've pulled huh!"

Rukia smirks at his outburst, then glances back over at an all to quiet Ichigo, who is just staring off to the side with his hands clasped behind his back.

"Hey, moron number two, are you all right?"

Ichigo glares back at her, his own face turning bright red.

"I'M NOT A MORON EITHER YOU DAMN BRAT!"

"I'll take that as a yes then. Well, I better not keep Byakuya waiting so I'll leave you two to work out your frustrations on each other," Rukia drawls before she heads off, leaving Renji and Ichigo staring nervously at each other, and Shuhei staring between the two beyond confused.

After a few more tense moments, Shuhei clears his throat.

"Well, I'm done with sparring for the day, so I'm going to go find Izuru and get something to eat. I will see you both later."

Renji turns around, his mouth gaping open to protest, think of some excuse to get Shuhei to stay, but the other is already running and almost out of sight.

So, the two of them are left all alone in the quiet sparring area.

Renji sighs, and stops staring after Shuhei, but when turns back Ichigo is now directly in front of him, and without a word he grabs Renji's wrist and begins tugging him down the opposite path.

"Ichigo, what are you doing?"

Ichigo ignores him, looking down various streets, and tugging Renjo down one of them.

"Oi, I said what are-"

"Just shut up until I find somewhere quiet you ass," Ichigo orders, and Renji clamps his mouth shut, more in surprise at Ichigo's harsh tone then anything else.

They come to one of the more recently abandoned shacks within the Seireitei, and Ichigo as good as drags Renji inside, sliding the door shut behind them both.

As soon as it's shut, Ichigo reels his fist back and punch's Renji in the jaw, sending the redhead stumbling back a few steps.

"OUCH! SHIT, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR!" Renji roars, rubbing at his throbbing jaw.

"WHAT FOR? YOU ASSHOLE! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN THE PAST TWO WEEKS?"

Renji gawps at him.

"Huh? What do you mean, I've been here..."

"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEAN! GOD, I MEAN WHY HAVEN'T YOU BEEN BACK SINCE WE... YOU KNOW!"

Seeing just how irate Ichigo is right now, Renji tries to keep his own temper in check, sighing.

"Look, Ichigo-"

"I KNEW IT, IT WAS JUST A FUCK TO YOU, RIGHT? NOW YOU'VE GOT WHAT YOU WANTED YOU'RE DONE WITH ME!"

"I never said that," Renji bites out.

"YOU DON'T HAVE TO SAY IT, IT'S FUCKING OBVIOUS OR YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN BACK ALREADY! BUT YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S FINE, ALL I WANTED TO DO IS PUNCH YOU AND TELL YOU TO GO FUCK YOURSELF!"

Ichigo gives him the middle finger as well for good measure, before his hands reach out to slide open the door again.

"You're such an idiot, Ichigo."

Renji quickly closes the distance between them before Ichigo has chance to start ranting again, turning Ichigo by the shoulder to face him and capturing his lips in a rough kiss.

The white hot anger soon melts out of Ichigo, and he returns the kiss, his hands digging into Renji's shihakusho as he tugs the others body closer to his, wanting to be as close as possible.

Renji dominates the kiss, but not without challenge from Ichigo, their tongues wrestling eagerly before they both have to pause and take in some much needed air.

"I didn't come back straight away only because...well I felt bad..."

Ichigo frowns up at him as he catches his breath.

"What?"

"I mean, I felt like I kind of forced you into it, so I was too ashamed of myself to come back and talk to you-AHH!"Renji shouts in pain as Ichigo punch's him again, albeit not as hard, but it still stung.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ONE FOR!"

Ichigo rolls his eyes and weaves a hand into Renjis tied up hair, undoing the clasp before he yanks Renji back down to his level by it.

"Just shut up and kiss me again you jackass."

Renji sure as hell doesn't need telling twice, and with a grin their lips lock again, and it doesn't take long for the kiss to grow much more heated and rough.

Ichigo seems to be much more forward this time around, and his hands start to undo the sash of Renji's shihakusho, before moving to slide it off his broad shoulders until it drops to the ground.

Renji pulls back from the heated kiss and begins to trail small kisses along Ichigo's jaw and neck as he returns the favour of getting rid of the clothing now getting in their way.

Only when they're both stripped down to their underwear does one important fact come to mind.

"Shit, I don't have any lube on me," Renji sighs irritably.

As Ichigo's hands wander up and down the others toned tattooed chest, Ichigo shrugs, a devilish glint in his eyes.

"We'll just have to use something else then, won't we?"

Ichigo pecks Renji on the lips before swiftly dropping to his knees, and what the teen means finally clicks with Renji.

Pulling Renji's already rock hard erection from it's confines, Ichigo licks his lips in anticipation, before taking Renji down his throat all the way to the hilt in one go.

Renji groans at the amazing feeling of the wet, hot mouth now enveloping his cock, one of his hands weaving into orange spikes and tugging lightly.

Ichigo gets the hint and begins to bob his head up and down slowly, using his tongue to lick the underside of the shaft.

Strings of curses start to tumble from Renji's parted lips, and he closes his eyes, revealing in the pleasure.

The only sounds within the shack are the sounds of Ichigo's wanton sucking and the odd loud curse, so god forbid anyone to walk past right now.

As Ichigo continues to work his mouth, he manages to slide his own underwear down, and takes his mouth off of Renji momentarily to lather three of his fingers in spit, Renji watching his movements with a lusty stare.

Once they're thoroughly coated, Ichigo reaches the hand behind himself and bites his lip, groaning uncomfortably as he begins to prepare himself.

Renji's cock throbs at the delicious sight, but Ichigo's mouth is quickly back on him, and as the teen continues to stretch himself he moans around Renji, earning a low hiss from the other and the fingers tightening almost painfully in his hair.

Now panting heavily and sweat beading on his brow, Renji feels his groin start to tighten warningly and grabs onto Ichigo's head, signalling for him to stop.

Ichigo pulls off, leaving a trail of saliva running from his mouth to Renji's now spit soaked cock, before he licks it away and removes his fingers.

"I want to ride you," Ichigo breathes, staring intently up into Renji's dazed eyes, and Renji has never got on his back faster in his damn life.

He uses his shihakusho to lay underneath himself though, as the wooden floor is slightly dirty now from disuse, and fuck it, the thing can always be washed afterwards.

Ichigo slides his own underwear completely off and is quickly on top of him and straddling his thighs, running his hands down the taut chest beneath him as he grinds his ass back against Renji teasingly.

Renji growls, his hands flying up to grip Ichigo's hips as he glares, seeing Ichigo has the wickedest smirk on his face.

He rolls his hips back again, and Renji's fingers dig into his hips harder.

"Dammit Ichigo you fucking tease," Renji hisses, earning a low chuckle from Ichigo.

"Why, what do you want me to do, Renji?" Ichigo asks sweetly, enjoying the scowl he earns from the other.

Renji bucks his hips up as an answer, but Ichigo shifts forward, just out of reach.

"Ah ah, you have to tell me before you get what you want."

"Fine, I want you to hurry up and get your tight ass on my cock already!"

Ichigo smirks, shifting back and grasping hold of the hard appendage and positioning it at his saliva slicked entrance.

As he sinks down slowly, Ichigo lets out a loud groan, his head falling back at the pleasurable sensation of being full once again.

He feels Renji's blunt nails dig into his hip bones as he sinks all the way down until his ass meets Renji's thighs, and he doesn't wait long before starting up a slow, steady rhythm, placing his palms firmly on the chest beneath him for better leverage.

"Fuck Ichigo...go faster," Renji groans out, his head falling back against the floor and his eyes scrunching shut.

"No, not yet," Ichigo breathes out, and Renji sighs.

"Why am I getting the feeling this is some sort of punishment for not coming back sooner?"

"You know, you might be on to something there," Ichigo grins, angling his hips to try and hit that one spot in him that can make him see stars.

"B-Brat," Renji grumbles.

"S-shit ah!" Ichigo suddenly cries out, because yeah, he's found it.

Pleasure buzzing through him now, he makes sure to keep his hips angled that way, and continues to ride Renji agonizingly slow.

"Nghh...fuck...so good," Ichigo moans, trying to bite his lip to stifle some of the lewd moans, but he doesn't succeed.

Renji's eyes flicker open and he starts to buck his own hips up to match Ichigo's, trembling as the sheer pleasure of the wanton teen riding his cock courses through him.

"I-Ichigo, go faster now, or I swear to God I'm gonna flip you over and fuck you into the damn flooring," Renji demands, gritting his teeth.

"Ahh ahh, f-fine," Ichigo blurts out, and quickens his hips.

The loud, wet sound of skin slapping against skin only turns the pair on even more, and as Ichigo bounces up and down as fast as his hips will allow him, he can feel Renji's cock start to twitch inside of him, a sign that the other is close.

"Ugh...Ichigo, you want me to cum in you again?"

Ichigo nods profusely, licking his lips.

"Mhmm, please, please fill me up Renji."

The dirty words tumbling out of Ichigo's mouth send Renji over the edge, and he grips Ichigo's hips tightly, his eyes rolling back as he cums hard into the warm body above with a guttural groan.

Ichigo cums just after with a long drawn out moan, the feeling of Renji filling him being too overwhelming and it splatters out all over the tattooed redhead's chest.

His limbs feeling like jelly, he can't support himself any longer, so despite the mess he collapses onto Renji's chest, feeling the others rapid heartbeat against his face.

Ichigo's also pretty surprised he didn't even have to touch his own cock even once to cum so hard.

As they both catch their breathes and climb down from their high's, Renji starts to run a hand slowly through Ichigo's sweat slicked hair, and Ichigo sighs contentedly and closes his eyes.

"Renji?"

"Yeah?"

"You know, if you pull something like that again, I'm gonna do more than fucking punch you."

Renji chuckles, and Ichigo snuggles closer to him, wrapping an arm around his middle.

"Yeah, I got it, don't worry."

Rukia and Byakuya lounge outside in the family garden, warm mugs of tea in their hands as they discuss various things together, mostly revolving around Ichigo and his progress as a soul reaper.

"He really is growing in his abilities brother," Rukia insists, and Byakuya stares out at the small pond and gardens, his expression unreadable.

"I see, well, that is good news. But tell me, have you noticed anything strange about his behaviour as of late?"

Rukia frowns deeply, staring down at her tea.

"Well, now that you mention it, he does seem to be acting a little on edge and defensive, especially when I mention Renji...you don't think they've been arguing or fighting amongst themselves, do you?" Rukia asks, her face full of concern.

Byakuya smiles, and Rukia has to do a double take at the unexpected show of emotion.

"Are you okay, brother?"

Byakuya nods, bringing his tea up to his lips.

"I am fine, but do not worry, I am sure Renji and Ichigo will find a way to resolve their issues."

As she watches Byakuya drink, she tries to understand exactly what that means.

"Well...I hope you are right, brother," Rukia concludes, and brings her own tea to her lips.

Byakuya, you sneaky little devil you xD but anyway, I didn't plan on doing a part two for this, but what can I say, I had smut on the mind and this seemed like the perfect story to get it out on, so I hope you guys enjoyed the update ;)

Thanks for reading!