Fifth Division Kurosaki Chapter 3

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Chapter 2 

Chap 3 Training and Zanpakuto Awakening

Shuuhei was still recovering at the 4th Division but that didn’t mean he couldn’t receive visitors. So imagine his surprise when Ichigo paid him a visit. Knock Knock

He turned towards the door, “Ichigo, it’s nice to see you. What are you doing here?” he walked closer to the bed. The orangette brought him some flowers.

“Checking up on you, wanted to see how you were doing.”

Shuuhei blushed. ‘He's here to see me?’ He thought feeling touched at the words and act. His heart fluttered.

“Wish you could see me in a more manly setting instead of all bandaged up.” He rubbed the back of his head with his good arm. Ichigo sat beside the bed.

“I don’t know I think you look pretty manly to me,” he says, and Shuuhei's blush spread to his ears.

“I really must thank you Ichigo, I owe you my life, I’m only here thanks to you.” Ichigo chuckled.

“No, I was merely a distraction, if Captain Aizen and Lieutenant Gin hadn't shown up when they did things could have gone a whole lot worse.” He placed a hand on Shuuhei's good hand, the other one was bandaged up. “But I am glad you are okay.” Shuuhei’s heart was doing back flips, all while running a marathon. Ichigo's touch was so warm. “So get better soon, I’m looking forward to crossing swords with you.”

Shuuhei chuckled. “I guess you are really looking forward to that spar.” Ichigo got up.

“Oh yes, we can spar as well,” he winked. Shuuhei’s expression was priceless. The wheels in his head were turning and he realized what Ichigo meant by that. His whole face turned red, and he got a nosebleed thinking of “crossing swords” with Ichigo.

‘You little pervert.’Hisagi groaned as he heard the voice of his zanpakuto. ‘Why didn’t you just ask him to give you a handy.’

‘Shut up!’ The thought of Ichigo jerking him off sprang to mind. It didn’t help he’s been bed ridden for days and hasn’t been able to relieve himself.

‘Admit it, if you weren’t all bound up you’d be shaking your ass like a little slut!’

‘I admit no such thing.’

‘Chasing that noble stud around, you’ve been in heat since you met him.’

‘I have not!’

‘You want him to tie you up and make you squeal like the bitch you are.’

‘I hate you!’ As much as he denied it, his penis was rock hard, and making a tent.

‘Don’t get pissy with me, just cause the berry didn’t fuck you right here in and now.’ His zanpakuto painted quite an image, and it was a fantasy that’d plague him for awhile.

-x-

Ichigo went to class everything was pretty normal. The buzz of the giant hollow incident was quieting down. Though Renji seemed to have something on his mind. The poor guy fell asleep in two classes, getting chewed out by the teacher.

After classes, they went to their secret training spot. Renji had already stripped down to his fundoshi. The red head's cheeks were flushed with a blush as his exhibition had him in a semi hard state. He didn’t get buck naked, his trust issues wanting to keep some form of safety, if this was all some trick.

His cock pushed at the fabric of his fundoshi, causing the back to ride up his crack a bit more. Renji's body was as hot as ever, strong and built, his tattoos stretched over his muscles.

Ichigo arrived, which put Abarai at ease, only to get riled up as Ichigo began to remove his clothes. Renji gulped as he gazed at Ichigo’s sexy back muscles, his toned arms flexing, his fine pecs and abs going on display. “Wait, we really doing this?”

“Of course.” Renji looked around, if Ichigo’s fan club saw this they might just faint from the hotness. “Let us begin, Bakudo #26 Kyokko.” He cast his kido, causing the two to vanish from sight.

“Whoa!” Once hidden Renji stripped off his fundoshi, letting his hard 8 inch dick bounce free. Seeing Ichigo caused his arousal to cross the threshold. “Someone is excited,” Renji's blush grew, but did not hide his erection.

‘Focus Abarai, you can do this. You have nothing to be ashamed of or be shy about.’

‘That’s the spirit!’ Great he was hearing voices again, just lovely. ‘Bend over an offer your ass, let him drill you.’

“Shut up!”

Ichigo blinked. “I’m sorry?”

“No not you, hahaha!”

Kurosaki shrugged it off. He finished stripping going down to his fundoshi. ‘Holy fuck!’ The garment was taking some punishment, it was stretched over his cock and balls. It was a good thing he wore baggy pants, because Renji didn’t think he could hide that beast in dress pants or jeans.

“Get ready!” Ichigo released his spiritual pressure, Renji gasped as the male’s power washed over him.

‘Fuck!’ His cock twitched as he had a dry orgasm, it felt so good. Ichigo's energy licking over every inch of him. His nipples became hard and perky, and his cock began to leak pre. The man’s legs buckled and he had to focus to stand tall.

“Are you okay Renji?”

“I’m fine!” His voice cracked. He stood his ground, but did let out a soft moan.

“Very good.” He praised. The praise making Renji shiver a little. “Now 100 jumping jacks.”

“Ha this'll be easy.” He says. Not so easy, but Renji obeyed, jumping up and down. His cock and balls bounced with each jump.

Performing this exercise under Ichigo's pressure was a lot harder than he thought but made excellent training. ‘His eyes are on me, his gaze burns more than his pressure.’ He thinks, its such a turn on. His hard cock bounced and bobbed, weeping pre as Ichigo kept a close eye on him.

‘He wants to fuck you, he sees every inch of you, wants you!’ Abarai grits his teeth.

‘Shut up!’ Renji worked up a nice sweat, his manly musk filled the room.

‘Doing such a work out would be easy for the him, but the added pressure it helps train not only his body but his reiatsu as well.’ Ichigo eyes him, pushing past 50 jumps, his body glistening. ‘His stamina has already increased.’ He notes watching his hard cock weep pre all over his crotch.

Abarai was feeling heavy, Ichigo’s pressure made it feel like he had weights attached to his body, his arms and legs obviously, but even his cock, balls, and nipples felt a pull from the pressure.

Once he completed his exercise, he came his cock slapping his abs and unloading his powerful cum. His body trembled in orgasm, and he dropped to his knees. “Fuck!” He made a mess on the ground.

The red head expected to be laughed at or teased. He just came from doing jumping jacks. He felt stiff and tingly all over, and despite the orgasm he was still hard. “Good job!” Ichigo praised, making Abarai’s heart flutter.

Next he had Renji do a hundred push ups. His spiritual pressure continued to bombard him. Given this position he could feel the pressure on his ass, his hole twitching. ‘Damn it...fuck fuck fuck!’

Again he had another orgasm as he finished. His cock pulsed as he shot across the floor. “You’re doing great Renji.”

‘Yes more praise!’

Last of the warm ups was sit ups. Ichigo was spotting him as he did rep after rep. Renji could smell his own manly musk, which only strengthened his arousal. Ichigo watched him, and it was intense, he was enjoying being watched and observed by the noble.

Once more his orgasm hits as he finishes and he cums hard, shooting all over his abs and pecs. He collapsed onto his back.

“This is intense.” He groaned. Abarai had worked out plenty of times, but doing it under spiritual pressure was a whole other thing. ‘This is just a warm up?’ If he was working out normally he could probably do 1000 of each of these exercises and more, without being so tired.

“Spiritual pressure can be intense, you’ll find it can be used in combat. A powerful opponent can use their pressure to crush their prey, and even overwhelm people in a group.” He stopped his pressure, and Renji breathed a sigh of relief.

Abarai had a strong feeling Ichigo was holding back. If he went full out he’d be dropped. “How’d you learn this?”

Kurosaki went over to his back and brought out some oil. He helped Renji sit up. “My old man, he wanted me to learn how to breath, so he bombarded me with his pressure every day.”

“So its like a spiritual pressure resistance training?” Ichigo nodded.

“By doing normal work outs while under someone’s spiritual pressure, especially one capable of shikai or bankai, it helps enhance your body.” Having someone slam you with spiritual pressure can feel like a pool or an ocean gets dropped on you. “Strong opponents can subdue or even knock out an opponent with their spiritual pressure, this training will help you battle against it.”

Ichigo started massaging Renji’s shoulders, the oil warmed by his spirit energy. “Ohhh!” Renji groaned, loving the massage on his tense shoulders. The teen's hands were like magic rubbing the soreness from his shoulders. His cock twitched, wanting those hands on it instead.

‘Just ask dummy!’ Renji shook his head.

“Ichigo...why did you agree to train with me. I know people ask you all the time, so why me?”

Kurosaki hummed. “That’s easy, because I like you,.”

“You...you do?” Renji gulped.

Ichigo nodded, and began to work Renji’s arms. Abarai didn’t know what possessed him, but he said. “Why?”

Kurosaki chuckled. “I dunno,” His hands moved to Renji’s back. “Maybe it was because, you didn’t give a shit about my title. Lot of people keep their distance from me out of some twisted form of respect, the others who did approach me all wanted something from me. They wanted secrets so they could jump the ladder or make connections with me for future promotions.”

“You don’t know that...I could be using you to get stronger right now!”

“I do know Renji, I felt it when we crossed swords, when people duel me I can tell they try to hold back as to “not hurt the precious noble”.”

“Some people might say I’m just a wild monkey who doesn’t show respect.”

Ichigo ignored that and continued. “I saw it when we faced those hollows, you were weak and yet you still came back to fight by my side.” His hands roamed over Renji’s sides.

“I couldn’t just abandon you.”

“I know, that’s the kind of man you are, the kind of man who wants to get strong for the sake of others over himself.

The orangette pressed himself to Renji’s back, his hands come around and feel up his chest. “Ohhhh!” he moaned as skilled fingers teased his perky buds. “Ichigo!”

“There is more, but let’s continue...”

“Okay!” Renji moaned.

Kurosaki groped his chest, squeezing and groping his pecs, before focusing on his nipples again.

He had his own questions but didn’t know how to ask. It would be weird to just come out and say it. ‘Hey Ichigo, I’m hearing voices, is that normal?’ he mentally face palmed. ‘Ichigo will think I’m crazy for sure.’

The orangette's hand traveled down his stomach feeling his rock hard abs, and getting closer to his weeping length. “Is something else on your mind Renji?” Renji jerked, and nearly purred as Ichigo's fingers ran through his pubes.

“On my mind? Uhh you could say that, but I don’t know how to explain it.” There was a lot on his mind, the most recent being ‘please touch my cock!’.

“Just speak the truth,” he says and a wave of comfort washes over Renji. Talented fingers ghost through his pubes rubbing just above his dick.

“Oh Soul King please touch me!” He says, the words spilled out of his mouth. He blushed from ear to ear, and his hips gave a little jerk.

Ichigo chuckled. “Of course,” his hand circled the red head's cock and began to pump him. His other hand went lower fondling his big balls.

“Ohhhh!” his moans echoed in the space, his body trembling as he leaked pre all over. Ichigo’s hand spread it back and forth along his shaft.

He was close, and when Ichigo rubbed his cock head with his thumb he lost it. His seed erupts from his penis, shooting far across the floor.

Renji was on cloud nine, his body shaking, toes curling, balls tight as he unloaded his thick seed. To make things even better Ichigo didn’t stop stroking him.

The extra strokes through his orgasm milked three more spurts from his cock. The red head was in a daze as he rode that orgasm high. Ichigo held him, easing him down.

For a few minutes Renji could see butterflies, he didn’t know if it was Ichigo or just the endorphins but they were pretty.

When he comes to, he sees Ichigo licking his(Renji's) cum off his hand. The sight alone was enough for Renji to get hard again. “Delicious!” Ichigo praised.

Kurosaki wiped his hands off and got some more oil, he used to to rub Renji’s legs. “Now that your head’s a bit clearer what else did you wanna talk about?”

Now was a good a time as any. “I’ve been hearing a voice.” Ichigo stops and looks at him. “I know it sounds crazy, but…it’s true.”

“Renji…that voice you hear may just be your zanpakuto spirit.” His eyes widened.

“Really?!” Ichigo nods.

“Yes I was right you are close to releasing your zanpakuto.” Ichigo rubbed his feet and Abarai had his head spinning again.

This was Ichigo Kurosaki, academy hearthrob and heir to the Kurosaki Clan, and here he was, wearing nothing but a fundoshi and rubbing his feet. Renji couldn’t imagine any other noble doing something like this for a commoner like him.

It was his turn to look at Ichigo, really look at him, marveling at his toned physique. Renji gulped, any fantasies or dreams he had didn’t do the orangette justice. He could see the years Ichigo put into his training in each of his muscles. The boy was lithe, made for speed but could be deceptively strong.

“Take a fifteen minute rest then we’ll do some real training.” Ichigo says, and pulls away. Renji watches him go, already missing their contact.

They had fifteen minutes why not continue their conversation. “You said there was more?” Ichigo turned to look at Renji, giving him a soft look. “Why pick me to train with, you say I’m strong, but there are other stronger students.” Renji rubbed the back of his neck. “Hisagi for example.”

“Oh I plan to train with him to.”

“Are you gonna do naughty stuff with him too?”

“Hmm, maybe, he might be fun.” Renji pouted. “Are you jealous?”

“I just…” He growled in frustration. “You say you like me, but put these weird rules on our training. Are you just messing with me or would you do this with any guy?” Abarai felt like a dick for this, but he had to know. He was just some lowly commoner, most other shinigami wouldn’t give him the time of day but Ichigo...Ichigo was so different.

“That should be obvious.” He cupped Renji’s cheek. “Its because I like you.” He captured his lips. The red head moaned into the kiss, he kissed back, and the simple kiss turned into a full out make out session.

When the kiss broke for air, Renji was left panting. Ichigo sighed. “This training might seem weird, but I learned it from an old sparring partner I had. He may have just been a perv, but I liked the results. I like how free I felt.”

“So you’d do this with Shuuhei or any other guy?”

“If I was to train them, yes!” Renji hung his head, until Ichigo raised it. “You and Shuuhei are a lot alike. I think you both are a lot like me, seeking strength to protect what you hold dear. Piercing the heavens to reach new heights.”

Abarai blushed being praised like that. “You wished to see my power, even though you knew what I could do. That means a lot, so I’ll give you an answer, to a question you wanna ask.” He looked right in his eyes. “I don’t fuck my sparring partners, what we’ve done is to me is akin to manly bonding and heavy petting. I still value it and wouldn’t do it with just anyone.”

It helped the pieces settle in. Ichigo was doing this at all because he thought Renji was special. ‘But that doesn’t mean he’d fuck me or let me fuck him.’ He pulled back.

“Were you jealous Renji?”

“What? No!” He huffed and looked away, very convincing.

“Would it bother you if I did this to Shuuhei, making him work out naked under my pressure, making him cum, rewarding him by playing with his cock, balls or nipples.” The words painted a picture, and sweet fuck if it wasn’t a hot one.

Renji wanted to be bothered by it, but his cock twitched at the thought. “Maybe once he’s healed up, I can train you both together, wouldn’t that be fun.” Abarai’s mouth felt dry, he wanted to respond but wasn’t sure how.

“That’s fifteen minutes let’s spar.” He tossed Renji a wooden sword.

‘Holy fuck!’ The fundoshi fell and Renji felt his cock weep and hole twitch at the sight. Ichigo’s plump rear, and huge cock and balls were on full display. ‘He’s huge!’

Renji blushed, his eyes roamed over the orangette’s sexy body. “Let’s begin duel training.” Ichigo drew his own wooden sword.

They would be fighting naked, he knew this but when the fighting began he was stiff. His gaze drifting towards Ichigo’s most erotic parts. It was distracting.

Their swords clashed, but anyone could see Renji was distracted. As they moved his cock bobbed and bounced. Before he knew it his sword went flying, and he was laying flat on his back.

“You are stronger than this Renji why do you hesitate?” Ichigo asked.

“You know why, I’ve never seen you naked before its quite a distraction.” He confesses.

“That’s why we are training like this, what would happen if you met a shapeshifting hollow or a poison type hollow that can dissolve clothing?” Renji looked down in shame. “You need to be ready.” Ichigo raised his head and looked him dead in the eye.

“How did you get so strong?” he asked.

“My father trained me hard, he was always worried about me, so he pushed me every day.” He sat down beside Renji. “He didn’t approve of me joining the academy. He thought it best I remain under private teachings then apply for squad placement.”

“So why didn’t you?” Ichigo shrugged.

“I felt I wasn’t ready, my dad taught me all he knew and my mom taught me kido, but they only taught me what they knew, I felt I could get stronger from experiencing more.” Renji nodded in understanding. Ichigo laughed. “My dad said if I wanted to go to the academy I had to beat him first, so I did.” He could still see the look on his dad's face after he won.

The orangette smiled, remembering that day fondly, he whooped his ass something fierce.

Renji starred at Ichigo for a moment. The boy was smiling. ‘He’s so cute when he smiles.’ He mentally slapped himself. ‘Get it together Abarai this is just training, look at him, you’re both fighting naked and you’re the only one that’s hard.’

Ichigo stretched. “What’s wrong?”

“What?”

“You got that, Renji face going on.”

“My face...what?”

“Like you’re thinking extra hard on something again. What is it, I think it’s clear by now you can be honest with me.”

“Well you said you liked me, but I guess you don’t think I’m attractive, because…” He looked down at Ichigo’s penis.

“Oh, because I’m not hard?” Ichigo laughed. “Relax Renji you are sexy as hell, I just put a limiter on myself. I’m so used to it I forgot to take it off.” He uttered the release command and wham!

His 14 inch rod sprang up and slapped his abs. “Ahh, that’s much better!” He lazily stroked himself. “See what your sexy ass does to me, you shouldn’t put yourself down so much.”

Ichigo stood up and his dick cast a shadow over Renji’s face. ‘Sweet fuck!’

He offered the red head a hand. “Since you’re probably wondering. Yes, I’d very much like to fuck you Renji!”

Renji felt his heart flutter. ‘Fucking knew it, move it Abarai head down ass up!’

‘No!’

“Not just because you’re sexy either, for everything else. You accepted my mark.” Abarai touched where the butterfly mark remained. “You don’t know how much that means to me.” He liked Renji’s courage, his guts, his rowdy and tough demeanor.

Renji had a sense there was more to that then Ichigo was saying, but he had asked enough questions letting his own doubts and insecurities get in the way.

He moved and got his sword. “Let’s go, I’ll show you my stuff!” Ichigo smirked.

“Glad to hear it!”

The two clashed, crossing swords and fighting with all their sword skill. Both of them were hard, their dicks bouncing and bobbing as they dueled. It thrilled him knowing Ichigo was just as excited as he was.

Renji put up a much better fight but in the end it was Ichigo who won. Renji dropped panting. “Man you are good!”

“So are you Renji, I see it.” He laid next to the red head.

“And we get to do this every day?” the red head was brimming with excitement. Ichigo chuckled.

“That we do, so long as the academy work load doesn’t get to heavy.” Ichigo got up and grabbed his zanpakuto. “Since you’ve been such a good boy, being honest and working hard I’m gonna give you an extra special reward.”

“Huh?”

“Sink Renji…” His mark glowed and Abarai fell into a trance. “Just you wait, I’m gonna train you, from a little caterpillar to a beautiful butterfly.”

Renji panted and drooled, eager and blissed out now that he was back under Ichigo’s control. His expression was so hot Ichigo couldn’t take it. ‘Someone this pink while being under control is a treasure.’

Ichigo pumped himself and came all over Abarai’s tranced out face, his seed pelting the red head, and running down his body.

To be continued...Caterpillar Stage

Ichigo has stages of training, each stage has different things and different rewards. Renji gets to experience things as a Caterpillar. Rukia thinks something is up with him as his scores in the academy are improving and he vanishes at weird times in the day.