blood_crow | Threesome Ensues

Title: Orange and Black [Rub Me to Sleep]
Pairing: Renji x Ichigo x Shuuhei
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mild to strong language, sexual innuendos, and yaoi [but like those are warnings, more like BLESSINGS]
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.
Summary: Renji tries a new method to help Ichigo get some sleep. Meanwhile, Shuuhei is gorging himself on post-sex food.

Thanks to chibicoffee for reading this over. She seemed to think it was decent enough, so I'm posting it...

Lying in the dark of Shuuhei’s bedroom, Ichigo busied himself with staring at the ceiling. The door had been left open, and light from a distant room down the hall provided enough luminosity for him to see the body lying beside him. Glancing down, he let his eyes roam over Renji, who was sprawled on his stomach with his tattooed arms resting on the pillow above his head. Ichigo stared at the other man for a long moment, then reached out so he could trace one of the jagged lines on the redhead’s back.

“Mmm,” Renji hummed, the sound muffled against his pillow. The muscles on his shoulders twitched against the new disturbance, and after a moment he slowly cracked his eyes open. “You still awake?” he asked, his voice hoarse with sleep.

“No, I sleep with my eyes open,” Ichigo replied, a small smile on his face as he rolled his eyes. “Of course I am, genius.”

The redhead scowled, then slowly pushed himself up so he was resting on his elbows. He gave a flick of his head in a vain attempt to throw his hair back, but long strands fell over his shoulders and into his face anyway. “Don’t be a smartass, I’m too tired to deal with it.”

“Then don’t ask dumb as fuck questions,” the younger man countered, his smile turning into more of a smirk. He watched as Renji’s eyes lit up, the man’s auburn gaze flashing with anger. He stared back unflinchingly, until his eyes were drawn to the fiery strands cascading over Renji’s shoulder. His smirk fell and he reached forward, fisting a handful of silky hair to rub between his fingers.

“I like your hair.”

“Like I haven’t heard that before.”

“I was trying to compliment you, asshole!”

Renji just chuckled, the heat in his eyes dissipating. He ran a hand over his face, rubbing roughly, and then let it fall as he looked past Ichigo. “Where’s Shuuhei?”

“In the kitchen.”

“Wh--he’s eating again?”

“Yea, he’s been in there for about twenty minutes now.”

Shaking his head Renji turned over on his back, then sat up completely to lean against the wall beside Ichigo. The sheet fell down as he moved, pooling around their waists and obscuring their lower halves from view.

“The same old shit?”

“Huh?” Ichigo grunted, glancing at the redhead from beneath furrowed brows.

“Did you have a nightmare?” Renji asked instead.

“Oh. Yea.”

“That's it?”

“ ‘That's it’ what?”

“What’d you dream about?”

“It’s none of your business!”

“It is when you wake me up 'cause of it! C’mon, tell me.”

“No,” Ichigo snorted, crossing his arms defiantly. He glared at Renji pointedly, then shifted so he could lay on his stomach. After fluffing his pillow he dropped his head, turning away from the other man and closing his eyes. He’d only been laying there for a few seconds when he felt a sudden weight on top of him, causing his eyes to snap open once more.

“The fuck?!”

Craning his head around Ichigo stared back at Renji, the man’s naked ass resting against the small of his back. He glared at the tattooed face, which was smirking down at him behind a heavy curtain of crimson.

“Get off, I’m not going again,” Ichigo hissed, trying to sit up,

“Shuddup,” Renji replied, placing his hands on the younger man’s shoulders and pushing down. “It isn’t like that, I don’t wanna fuck you right now.”

“Then why the hell are you sitting on me?”

“I wanna try something, see if it helps ya sleep.”

Ichigo scowled suspiciously, but decided not to move. He allowed his body to go limp against the mattress, waiting for Renji do whatever this ‘something’ was. After a moment he felt rough, sword-calloused hands running over his sides, making his heart jump. He remained completely still as those hard hands rose higher, coming to rest on his shoulders. For a moment they remained still, before beginning a rhythmic flexing of the fingers. Ichigo’s brows furrowed, and then he was smirking, turning his head to look at Renji.

“You’re giving me a massage?” he asked, unable to hide the amused disbelief in his voice.

“Shuddup, it’s relaxing,” the redhead retorted, a small glare on his face. “An' it feels good, too.”

Relenting, Ichigo just shrugged his shoulders, folding his arms over his pillow and resting his cheek against the top of his hands. He concentrated on the rough fingers kneading his taut muscles, noting how they were surprisingly gentle, but still strong. A soft sound left his mouth, and his eyelashes fluttered before he realized what Renji had said.

“Wait,” the younger man muttered, turning his head again to glance at Renji. “How the hell would you know if it feels good?”

“ 'Cause I’ve had back rubs before.”

“Who the hell gave you a back rub?”

The vice-captain didn’t respond right away. His gaze fell away from Ichigo’s face, redirecting to his hands as they worked. A small frown settled on his features, and Ichigo suddenly wished for his words back.

“Rukia used to give me back rubs when we were kids in Rukongai.”

“Oh,” Ichigo muttered lamely. He couldn’t think of anything else to say, and so he just kept his mouth shut and turned his eyes towards the wall. Renji’s hands continued to rub over his shoulders, slowly making their way down to his middle back. The redhead would pause every now and then to scrap his blunt nails over pale skin, sending pleasant shivers up Ichigo’s spine.

The longer Renji’s strong hands roamed over Ichigo the drowsier he became. Silence had fallen over them, and all he could hear was his own breathing muffled against the pillow. A string of contented sighs left his mouth, mere whispers of his pleasure and gratitude towards the vice-captain. Soon his eyelids were sagging, and when he couldn’t hold them up any longer he let them fall shut completely, succumbing to the blackness washing over him.

Tilting his head, Renji tried to catch a better glimpse of Ichigo’s face. The kid’s eyes were closed, and the sound of his breathing had slowed to the rhythmic hum of sleep. With a small smile he ceased rubbing the other man’s back, letting his palm lay flat against soft skin.

“You guys starting without me?”

Renji turned his head at the new voice, his gaze falling on a naked Shuuhei standing in the doorway. When the dark-haired lieutenant opened his mouth once more Renji shook his head, wordlessly indicating that they had to keep it down. Shuuhei’s brows furrowed in clear confusion, but he remained silent as he crept towards the futon, his dark gaze falling to Ichigo as he drew closer.

“He fell asleep?” the shinigami asked quietly, crawling onto the bed so he could lay sideways beside Ichigo. Renji gave a small nod for confirmation before slipping off the other man. He slid down on the other side of Ichigo, turning to lay on his back.

“What did you do for him?”

“Gave him a back rub.”

When Shuuhei didn’t answer right away Renji turned his head. The older man was staring at him with a small smirk, amusement clear in his dark eyes as he snickered.

“I didn’t know you gave back rubs, Abarai.”

“You kiddin’ me?” the redhead questioned, grinning smugly. He held his hands up and flexed his fingers repeatedly. “These hands work fuckin' wonders.”

“Don’t I know it,” Shuuhei replied. He rolled onto his stomach and stretched, his hips dipping towards the mattress, rubbing against the sheets suggestively. Renji’s eyes roamed over the ninth division’s sleek body, its slim but strong exterior reminding him of some kind of wild cat. His gaze was inevitably drawn to Shuuhei’s ass, which was pale and tone, practically begging to be underneath him.

“Not yet, Renji.”

“C’mon,” Renji coaxed huskily, starting to turn on his side and towards the older man. He stopped when a large hand suddenly slapped over his chest, before drifting upwards to curl around his neck. Glancing down he looked at Ichigo, who was still sound asleep. He fell back against the pillow as the younger shinigami leaned into him, the kid’s orange head coming to nuzzle against his chest.

Smiling softly, Renji wrapped an arm around Ichigo to pull the man closer. He ran his hand up a smooth back, pausing to scratch at the orange nape soothingly.

“If he doesn’t wake up, then you’re giving him back rubs every night.”

The redhead looked up when Shuuhei spoke. The vice-captain had his head resting on his crossed forearms, his dark eyes watching Ichigo calmly.

“Why?” Renji asked softly.

“Because, it’ll mean that it helped him sleep.”

There was a heaviness in the other man’s words, and Renji gave a small nod. He let a moment of silence pass between them, concentrating on the feel of Ichigo’s slow heartbeat against his ribs.

“Y'know what this means,” he finally muttered, a smug grin creeping over his features, his right hand gesturing to Ichigo lying against him as his left ran up to tangle in soft orange locks.

“Yea, yea. You’re topping him tomorrow.”

“Don’t sound so disappointed.”

“Who said I was? That means I get your ass instead.”

Shuuhei smiled, then turned to lie on his back. He crossed his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling in apparent thought.

“You’ll be on your hands and knees, Renji. That way I can see the tattoos on your back as I fuck you from behind.”

Renji felt heat wash over him, blood pooling to his stomach. It didn’t help when the other man’s gaze turned towards him, eyes like twin pools of black smoldering behind a curtain of lashes. Shuuhei smiled slow and seductive, and Renji licked his lower lip.

“Shit…”

Shuuhei chuckled.

Current Mood: depressed
Current Location: couch
Current Music: starlight- superman lovers

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Gah! Loves! *hugs*

SxIxR.... My favorite boys. Even without the smex they're so hot! You kept Ichi angsty, Renji nurturing and Shuu sexy and mysterious!

fyi: Your title info is at the bottom of the fic not the top like usual. Don't think it makes a difference though.

Your mood.... depressed? *more hugs*

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