blood_crow | Orange and Black [Never Better]

Awww damn. I wanted this out by Christmas. Oh well, punctuality is overrated. Consider me fashionably late. This one is for all the people who read my last chapter in the STN series, hopefully asking if there’d be a threesome. While Renji is a stingy bastard I couldn’t see that happening any time soon, so I decided to humor you all with a little one shot. I owe this fic to Renji and Shuuhei, two of my favorite boys. Honestly, the kid never stood a chance against my tattooed tag team. So happy late holidays everyone, I hope you enjoy :)

Title: Orange and Black [Never Better]
Pairing: Shuuhei x Renji x Ichigo
Rating: Complete NC-17
Warnings: Mild language and major man sex. A threesome too, in case some of you don’t like that sort of thing…
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, I only steal its characters so I can go on perverted conquests via fan fics. Also, all characters involved in sexual situations are fictional and above the legal age of consent in the state of California, regardless of what age these characters may be in the material they are derived from.
Beta: chibicoffee

Pale skin on tattooed flesh, sweat slick and burning. They rocked against one another, moaning into each other’s mouths. Calloused fingers ran over his back and shoulders, their touch gentle yet scrapping. He groaned throatily, hands reaching up to tangle in ruby red hair. Renji growled low and long, thrusting his hips upwards to rub against Ichigo’s bare cock.

“Renji,” Ichigo groaned, breaking away so he could gasp for air. The redhead continued to rock against him sinfully, his eyes cracking open. He stared up at Ichigo, then smirked slowly and pressed his hands against the younger man’s chest. Pushing up, he forced Ichigo into a crouched position, holding him there.

“Renji wh--”

Ichigo stopped short when he felt someone leaning over him, firm stomach muscles gliding over the small of his back. He felt a second pair of hands running over his thighs, making him shiver.

“Ichigo…”

Another fierce shudder shook Ichigo as warm breath brushed over his ear. He turned his head slightly, only to see dark hair and a tattooed face. Shuuhei smiled at him warmly, his hands dipping to caress Ichigo’s inner thighs. He pushed gently, urging the toned legs to spread further apart.

“Fuck,” Ichigo muttered, feeling as something hard and hot was pressed against his crack. He knew it was Shuuhei’s cock, ready and teasing. He pressed his hips back, groaning as he rubbed against the older man’s erection. Shuuhei moaned in his ear, and Renji growled beneath them.

One of his hands skimming over a taut hip, Shuuhei reached down to run rough fingers over Ichigo’s straining cock. The younger man moaned, his hips bucking back. Shuuhei smiled and gripped Ichigo’s erection in his fist, along with Renji’s, holding the two together as he pumped languidly.

“Shit.”

Ichigo turned his eyes to look at Renji, who was propped on his elbows, his head tilting back. Dark red eyelashes fluttered against flushed cheeks, and kiss bruised lips parted on a low moan. He panted brokenly for a moment, and Ichigo could see by the rise and fall of the older man’s stomach muscles that he was thrusting his hips upwards. The redhead opened his eyes, staring first at Ichigo and then past him to Shuuhei. His normally auburn eyes shone in the dim lighting, black with arousal. He leaned forward, and Ichigo turned his head so the two vice-captains could kiss over his shoulder.

Ichigo could hear them close to his ear, wet lips and wet tongues moving together intimately. It made his skin burn, lust and desire racing through him. He moaned as he moved his hips, back to Shuuhei’s cock and down to Shuuhei’s hand. His eyes slipped closed as he continued to roll his hips, and his head turned blindly so he could run his tongue over Renji’s neck.

He swore he could taste the difference, the difference as he licked from tan skin to black. He could still taste the ink, the darkness etched on that sweet skin. He groaned as he latched on to what had to be one jagged tattoo, sucking heartily, trying to pull the ink straight into his mouth and down his throat. The vibration of Renji’s growl shook his lips, sending a shiver down his spine. He felt fingertips on his jaw, tilting his head, and when he opened his eyes he saw the redhead moving towards him, just as Shuuhei’s head dipped towards his shoulder.

He felt Renji’s lips first, hot and wet against his own. He could taste the remnants of Shuuhei on the other man’s mouth, but only faintly. Renji’s own flavor was there to drown him, there to make him moan and gasp when the redhead pushed his tongue inside Ichigo’s mouth. Ichigo sucked on that pink muscle greedily, taking for himself all that was left of Shuuhei and everything more that was Renji, dark and wild. The redhead’s fingers were tangled in his hair, blunt fingernails scraping over his scalp soothingly. That tongue pulled away but those lips remained close, kissing Ichigo with care and intention. A second later and the younger man felt the head of Shuuhei’s cock, slick and hard between his ass. He tensed slightly, his focus turning away from Renji and to the man draped across his back. He felt as Shuuhei littered his shoulders and neck with soft kisses, the man’s hand still stroking his aching cock. The dark-haired shinigami moved closer, the head of his erection pressing against Ichigo’s entrance.

Groaning into Renji’s mouth Ichigo pushed back, silently urging Shuuhei. Blunt teeth dug into his back, scraping lightly as the older man continued to push forward. Ichigo gasped as he was slowly filled, stretched to the breaking point around Shuuhei’s cock. The vice-captain stilled inside him, still stroking with that lazy hand, still moving his lips over Ichigo’s shoulders. Renji was kissing him slowly and deeply, rolling their tongues together in a heated dance as he ran his hand through orange hair. When Shuuhei pulled out slowly only to thrust back in Ichigo gasped, breaking his kiss with Renji so he could breathe.

“Fuck,” the orange-haired shinigami moaned, tilting his head back. A hot mouth attached itself to the newly exposed flesh, and he knew immediately that it was Shuuhei’s. he could smell the other man’s clean hair against his cheek, the feel of it soft but coarser than Renji’s. He groaned and tilted his head further, giving the vice-captain better access to his throat.

Shuuhei thrust shallowly at first, rocking his hips back and forth unhurriedly. His right hand roamed up and down Ichigo’s cock, while his left roamed over trembling stomach muscles. He continued to suck and bite at the younger man’s pale throat, his thumb pausing in its journey to rub over a taut nipple.

“Gods, Shuuhei,” Back bowing, Ichigo’s chest arched towards Shuuhei’s fingers, just as his hips bucked back to meet the older man’s next thrust. He began to rock his hips in time with Shuuhei’s, encouraging the vice-captain to strike deeper, harder. His breath came to him in short gasps and sultry moans, and he was vaguely aware of shifting underneath him. He opened his eyes and saw tan thighs, muscles rippling under etched flesh. His breath caught when he realized why Renji had repositioned himself, and when he felt hot breath misting off the tip of the cock he moaned throatily.

“Harder,” Ichigo groaned, pushing back against Shuuhei. The thought of Renji’s mouth so close to his weeping length turned his veins to liquid fire, his desire spiking. “Harder, Shuuhei...”

A harsh moan sounded in his ear, and the younger man felt Shuuhei’s pace increase, his hips pumping back and forth. Push and pull, slip and slide. When Ichigo felt something hot and wet circle the head of his cock, he almost lost it completely.

“Fuck Renji…”

Ichigo’s hips bucked, the motion awkward as it was pulled in two different directions. First down to Renji’s mouth and then back to Shuuhei’s hips, down and back. He felt Shuuhei’s hand leave his cock, moving up to grip his hip. The older man pushed him down, leading him to the wet heat of Renji’s mouth.

“Oh fuck,” Ichigo panted. “Fuck, fuck…” He couldn’t think of anything else to say, his eyes rolling. If he hadn’t been used to this by now, if he hadn’t had his sexual history with both Shuuhei and Renji, he would have come right then. But he held it back, his body stilling as he concentrated on the feel of Renji’s mouth, hot and slick and moist. A tongue like liquid fire moved over him, curling around his cock with incredible skill, shifting and flicking over sweet spots no one else knew.

When the hand on his hip pulled at his overheating flesh, leading him upwards, Ichigo realized he’d been completely motionless. With a broken moan he let Shuuhei guide him, the man’s calloused fingers and palms moving his hips for him, up and down into Renji’s wanting mouth. After a few moments Ichigo caught the rhythm, and he found he was moving his hips of his own accord, thrusting against the redhead’s lips and tongue. He felt more than heard Renji groan, the vibration shaking Ichigo’s cock to its core. The younger man tilted his head back, eyes falling shut, lips parted on a choked gasp.

“Ichigo.”

Blinking a few times to clear his vision, Ichigo acknowledge the whisper close to his ear with a small grunt. His gaze fell towards the bed, towards his shaking arms and Renji’s taut thighs. He saw as another hand came to rest beside his own, a muscular arm bracing the man above him as he began to thrust forward once more.

“Shuuhei,” Ichigo breathed, his voice trembling slightly. The vice-captain moving back and forth against him broke his rhythm, causing his hips to dive down. He felt a pair of strong hands fly to grip his waist, and knew it was Renji trying to control his movements.

“Shit,” Ichigo muttered, a mix of both arousal and frustration in his tone. Leave it to him to practically choke Renji with his cock.

“Ichigo.”

Moaning, the orange-haired shingami forgot his awkwardness for a moment, his head tilting towards Shuuhei when the older man’s lips brushed over his ear. The vice-captain’s voice was calm, soothing and caressing.

“Suck him, Ichigo.”

Ichigo shivered, a soft gasp escaping his lips. He felt Renji groan around him, the redhead’s tongue working more feverishly over him. The younger man opened his eyes to slits, glancing down to stare at Renji’s erection, standing hard and flushed below him.

“Suck him,” Shuuhei repeated, rocking his hips languidly, his cock slipping in and out of Ichigo. He ran his left hand up, fingers playing over the younger man’s nipple. “Suck him.”

Ichigo trembled, panting. It was almost too much, too much sensation, too much feeling. A net of reiatsu was surrounding him, engulfing him. He could feel Renji’s, throbbing with heat, pulsing like a burning flame. It covered every inch of him, searing his flesh and making his blood boil. And he could feel Shuuhei’s, cooler than Renji’s, softer. It didn’t burn him, but it soothed him, rolling back and forth over his body, stroking lazily. It was the perfect balance, the perfect combination. The perfect dual force to meet his every want and need.

Leaning down, Ichigo sent his tongue out slowly, dipping low to taste the come leaking from Renji’s cock. The grip on his waist tightened, blunt fingernails digging into his flesh as a muffled groan rolled over his dick. The redhead’s hips bucked upwards, seeking more of Ichigo’s mouth, needing more than a teasing tongue. The younger man smiled faintly, shifting to rest on his forearms, the new position forcing his hips to push harder against Shuuhei. They both moaned simultaneously, and Ichigo’s mouth opened to take half of Renji’s trembling cock.

It became a blur of feeling and sensation. The smell of sweat, the sound of moans and gasps. Shuuhei was the loudest, his sultry groans a constant litany above Ichigo’s head. Shuuhei’s cock sliding back and forth, in and out, push and pull. Shuuhei’s fingers rolling his nipples, left and right, soft and hard. Shuuhei’s tongue on his back, adding its wetness to the sweat running down his spine like a river. Renji’s mouth, hot and moist, gliding over Ichigo’s cock as the younger man thrust his hips up and down. Renji’s hands on his waist, warm and calloused, gentle and controlling. And finally Renji’s cock, in his mouth, hard and smooth against his tongue. It felt like satin against his lips, tasted like salt and nothing against his tongue. It was the sweetest cock he’d ever tasted.

Ichigo’s body moved on its own, in a swirl of muscle and skin. His hips pushed back to Shuuhei’s cock, thrust down to Renji’s mouth. His chest arched to Shuuhei’s fingers, his head bent to Renji’s cock. His world slowed, running together like watercolors over canvas; like rain on metal. Pale skin mixed with tan, orange hair with black, inked flesh with scarred. They were one body moving together, back and forth, push and pull.

Relaxing his throat Ichigo went down, taking Renji whole, his nose touching a mass of crimson curls. The redhead groaned low and deep, the sound of it rolling over Ichigo’s aching cock. The younger man moaned in response and swallowed, massaging Renji with his throat, up and down, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

Shuuhei took his hand away from Ichigo’s nipple, placing it against the mattress with its twin. He leaned forward so his stomach was pressed against the younger man’s back, their sweat touching and mingling. Tilting his head, he ran his tongue over the shell of Ichigo’s ear, then whispered low and hoarse.

“Come for us, Ichigo.”

Every nerve in Ichigo’s body snapped like lightning, his muscles drawing so tight he thought his bones might break under the pressure. The soft command was paired with Renji taking him down, down, down so far that Ichigo felt the end of the redhead’s throat. Shuuhei thrust against him, aiming for that spot, the spot only he and Renji knew. They saved that spot for last every time, brushing it once, only once. Once at the end when Ichigo was close, close enough that one thrust and one swallow would bring him to completion. His cry of pleasure was lost to Renji’s cock, his nameless scream consumed by the pulsing length in his mouth. He never said a name when he came. There were no favorites in their unions, and if there were, it went unsaid.

He could feel Renji swallowing his release, and a second later the redhead’s hips were jerking upwards, and something hot was hitting the back of Ichigo’s throat. He made to swallow Renji’s release, milk the vice-captain dry as he felt was being done to himself, but then there were fingers on his jaw, pulling him off the redhead’s cock. The fingers continued to lift, and when Ichigo looked over his shoulder he saw Shuuhei leaning towards him, the man’s dark lashes falling down as he closed his eyes. Ichigo knew what Shuuhei wanted and he opened his mouth, allowing that slick tongue to slip inside and taste Renji. He could feel the vice-captain thrusting into him still as they kissed, and then Shuuhei was groaning and burying himself deep as he came inside Ichigo with hot spurts.

The three of them stilled, panting into the silence as they came down from the high together. Shuuhei pulled from Ichigo slowly, earning himself a soft whimper of protest. The younger man slumped when he was free, falling to the side so he wouldn’t land on Renji. He felt the redhead shifting beneath him and moved his leg. He sat against the futon on his shins, watching the slide of Renji’s legs as the older man pulled them back. For a moment all he heard was the heavy sound of his own breathing, accompanied by the soft gasps and throaty swallows resounding behind him. Then the silence was broken, by a quiet voice, both calm and sure.

“Better?”

Ichigo turned his head to look behind him. Renji was sitting a few feet away, his legs drawn up, uncaring of how exposed he was. His hair fell over his shoulders and face, a waterfall of crimson tresses. He stared at Ichigo past heavy lidded eyes, his mouth open as he inhaled and exhaled noisily. He had a line of come running down his chin, and Ichigo knew that he’d never seen the redhead look more beautiful.

Turning his gaze Ichigo looked at Shuuhei, the one who’d spoken. The dark-haired man had swung his legs over the futon, his feet resting on the wooden floor, his toned forearms resting on his knees. His backside rubbed against Renji’s hip as he leaned forward more, bending down to retrieve a small bottle of sake. He brought the green glass to his lips, his eyes rolling towards the ceiling as he took a long drink. Ichigo watched the tattooed throat move up and down with each swallow, dark lines gliding over pale skin like waves. Shuuhei took the bottle away and let it dangle over his knee, running a hand through his dark hair as he turned to look at the orange-haired shinigami. He smiled at Ichigo with his rosy mouth and coal black eyes. He was just as beautiful as Renji.

The younger of the three men smiled warmly, sadness in his eyes as his gaze drifted from Shuuhei to Renji. He shook his head once, his voice soft and accepting.

"No."

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That was hot as sin! Wow, those three guys together.... it's almost too much smexiness. The three most gorgeous guys from Bleach all sexing each other up! Threesomes can be confusing to read sometimes but it was easy to understand whom was doing what to whom. Just out of curiousity, what was Shuuhei asking Ichigo about? That his lust was sated or something more serious? It seemed to end on a melancholic note. (which is very intriguing!!) ^_^

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