Fic: Bleach, thirtyforthree

[icedark_elf]

Theme: 01: Bloodlines for thirtyforthree
Fandom/Pairing: Bleach, Rukia/Renji/Ichigo
Title: Mine
Author: GW Katrina, aka icedark_elf
Rating: PG 13
Disclaimer: Not mine, of course.


Mine

It was funny to listen to them argue who was going to take what name. Renji had worked hard for his, to make it a name to be proud of. Ichigo was the only male of his line, expected to pass his name on to his children.

Rukia settled it.

“I have the highest rank. The kids will have my name. You go on my clan registry. Now,” she smiled sweetly at them. “Let’s go check out the home that Ichigo’s father gifted us with.”


Theme: 09: Talking Over Distance for thirtyforthree
Fandom/Pairing: Bleach, Rukia/Renji/Ichigo
Title: Fragile
Author: GW Katrina, aka icedark_elf
Rating: PG 13
Disclaimer: Not mine, of course.


Fragile

The butterfly floated into the air. Such a fragile looking thing caught on the wind as it floated back to her men.

It was such a deceptive creature, looking as if a strong breeze might dash it to the ground and never let it lift up again. She remembered when people said the same about the situation between herself and her men.

They said that it was based on stress and on gratitude. That she felt she had to after they had helped save her.

She told them to bugger off, which always made Ichigo snerk and Renji snort.

Her men had saved her life, but Rukia could and would kick their asses if she had to, just like the butterfly could ignore the strongest wind, use it to the butterfly’s own advantage.

The joy of being the beautiful, delicate looking one.


Theme: 15-Stop That(thirtyforthree), 03-Taste(40baisers)
Fandom/Pairing: Bleach: Rukia/Renji/Ichigo
Title: Cheesecake
Author: GW Katrina aka icedark_elf
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own them, never will.

Dedicated to demonic_angel, who made my lovely icon that you see here.



Rukia was going to kill them. There was no way she couldn’t. It was required by every law of woman to murder them.

Ichigo and Renji had taken the last bit of cheesecake. The cheesecake with chocolate chips in it. And were apparently involving it in some type of ‘food as a sex toy’ way.

She was going to murder them.

Normally, Rukia wouldn’t have cared that she had lost the last bit of cheesecake to her boys. Normally, Rukia didn’t even like cheesecake. Couldn’t stand the taste of it, all thick and rich and overpowering. But with her stomach starting to swell with a baby, she found that she had a strong desire for the stuff. So her lovers, her brother, her friends, and sometimes people who didn’t really like her but had to work with her, would bring her the rich dessert. The shinigami already knew that the second she had this child, she was never touching the stuff again.

But she wanted it at the moment.

Normally, Rukia loved it when her men would start in on each other. That had been a real problem when they had first gotten together. Ichigo’s culture had a thing against multiple people in a relationship, as well as two people of the same gender. Soul Society really didn’t mind, especially when the people who lived there were practically immortal. Having children weren’t so important when you had a group of people who only died through misadventure.

But Ichigo had learned over time that it was all right for him to touch Renji and Rukia. It was still unusual that either man would initiate sex without Rukia being there as well. So Rukia usually enjoyed walking in on her lovers together.

But not at this moment.

Both men were easy to take down with a pillow that had ended up on the floor. “Stop that right now,” she growled. At the twin looks of surprise, which quickly shifted to concern, Rukia growled again. Another thing she hated was the over protectiveness they had for her. It was bad enough anyway, but this round belly of hers made it even worse.

“You,” she said, pointing at Ichigo, “are going to go get me more of the chocolate chip cheesecake. And you,” now it was Renji’s turn to face the finger, “ are going to rub my back.” A pause as she watched them try to decide who has the worse job. “And after I have my cheesecake, we are going to enjoy the tub.”

Ah, the tub. Renji and Ichigo both perked up at that. The home Ichigo’s father had given them when Rukia and Renji had been entered into the family registry had a lovely bathroom, one that the older man had made lewd comments about. But Rukia was fascinated with the tub, one of those with all the little extras, like the whirlpool feature. Ever since her pregnancy, that was her favorite place to enjoy any time of sex.

Watching as both Ichigo and Renji hurried to do what she said, Rukia wondered if maybe this pregnancy thing wasn’t so bad. Or maybe it was, she thought as her back twinged again. Either way, she was going to enjoy her cheesecake and massage, and have a decent time watching her men, if nothing else. And what more could beat that.


Title: Songbird
Author: GW Katrina aka icedark_elf
Theme: Fourth day of Christmas(12daysofficmas), 16(thirtyforthree)
Series: Bleach
Pairing: Rukia/Renji/Ichigo
Rating: Um, PG-13, because there is a threesome?
Warnings: Threesome goodness. What else would you expect from me?
Anything else: Nothing I haven't already commented on. Oh, wait. My challenge to myself of using a different fandom each day continues to be upheld.



When Rukia came through the door humming, both of her men paused in their chess game to look at her, eyes wide. She noticed almost instantly and glared back. “What,” she asked.

“You were humming,” Renji said, surprise on his face. “I’ve never heard you hum before.”

Ichigo nodded. “Yell, moan, and a few other things, but never hum.”

Pitching the closest thing at hand, which happened to be a couch pillow, at Ichigo, Rukia shrugged. “I heard it on the radio. It’s stuck in my head now.”

Tossing the pillow at Renji, Ichigo frowned. “What was it? I kinda recognize it, but you’re doing it so bad....” Another pillow came flying at him. The orange-haired man caught it, but not the one that was directly behind it. Renji started to snigger as Ichigo gave a muffled yelp and fell backwards. Rukia smiled and walked out of the room, smiling.

“On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...”



Theme: 17-Fever
Fandom/Pairing: Bleach:Renji/Ichigo/Rukia
Title: Healing
Author: GW Katrina aka icedark_elf
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I only wished. Not mine, and never will be.



Healing

He hated being sick. Hated it, hated it, hated it.

According to Rukia and Renji, every Soul Reaper went through this. Renji had been particularly amazed that Ichigo had managed to put it off for this long, though he hadn’t been surprised at how sick his lover had become. Apparently Ichigo had caught the Soul Society version of chicken pox. Only how sick someone got was in direct proportion with how strong they were.

Rukia had quietly told Ichigo that they had almost lost him. And that they were lucky he was as stubborn as he was strong.

Ichigo didn’t remember much of it. He remember being cold, then hot, then cold again. He remembered strong fingers wrapped around his hands. He remembered the faint mummers that seemed so far away, and warm bodies that had lent him heat at the coldest moments.

Now, though, now he was in the agitated part of being sick. His fever had broken and he was restless, but still not well enough to get out of bed. At least if you listened to the death threats by his lovers.

“Ichigo?”

“Hey,” he responded as Rukia poked her head in the door. She smiled at him, then bumped the door open the rest of the way with her hip. She came into the room fully, arms full of a food tray. Ichigo’s stomach crumbled as he saw that it was covered in many of his favorite treats, the healthiest ones. Right behind her was Renji, who had several small boxes in his arms.

“Hanatarou told us that it would be good for you to eat, and he sat down and helped us pick out some things that wouldn’t kill you.” Rukia said as she and Renji settled themselves on the bed.

“And, to keep us from killing your ourself after you drive us mad, we picked up a few things to keep you busy,” Renji continued as he sorted through the boxes he carried. “Would look bad if we had to kill you after hearing “I’m bored” for the nine hundredth time.”

“Ch,” Ichigo snorted, “like you could take me down.”

Renji twitched, and Ichigo just knew the other man was going to pounce him, but was stopped by a soft cough from Rukia. “We have explicit instructions to not do anything too strenuous for the next week or so, just to make sure you don’t relapse. Plus, if I have to clean juice out of the bed, I will hurt someone.” She glared at both the men, who meekly relaxed against the bed.

“Better.” She handed Ichigo a bowl of soup, which he immediately began to eat. As he did, Renji pulled out a booklet, the type that comes with games.

“Okay, I think this is called ‘chess’, and we are going to learn it. It’s supposed to help teach strategy and is complicated. That should keep you entertained for a few day,” the redhead said. After clearing his throat, Renji began to read the booklet.

Ichigo had always hated being sick. He still didn’t like it, but at least he was entertained this time. Especially when Rukia and Renji began to squabble about what the instructions meant.



Theme: #29: Tattoo
Fandom/Pairing: Bleach: Rukia/Renji/Ichigo
Title: Butterfly
Author: GW Katrina aka Icedark Elf
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, if only they were, there would be a lot more R/R/I fans out there.
Spoilers: I've read up to chapter 199 of the Bleach manga. Assume there will be.



Ichigo woke up with his hip throbbing dully. Looking down, he blinked as he saw some type of blueish blur where the throbbing was focused. He finally rubbed his eyes to rid himself of the blurryness, then looked again.

On his hip a tattoo. At least he thought that's what it was. It looked like it from the angle he was at, and there appeared to be the same thing on Rukia's back. He could see that one much easier as his lover was sprawled out on her stomach on top of the sheets as she slept.

Blinking again, this time in confusion, he looked at the one on Rukia's back. It was a black butterfly, looking much like the ones used by the Soul Society. Across the butterfly was a familiar set of geometric lines. The same lines that Renji has across his chest. And in the center of it all was a tiny hollow's mask. The same one Ichigo had worn more than once.

Given the fact that his hip was tender, Ichigo had the sinking feeling that these were the real deal. These little marks weren't coming off anytime soon.

The sound of the shower turning one told the young man exactly where his other lover was. Getting out of bed, being careful not to disturb Rukia, Ichigo padded silently to the bathroom. He took a moment to pause and admire the red headed man as the water sheeted over his body. No doubt about it. Ichigo had damn good taste.

Moving closer, Ichigo, having no clothing to strip off, joined Renji in the shower. And saw that Renji had the same tattoo on his shoulder blade. Grabbing a washcloth, Ichigo began to wash Renji's back, being careful not to go too near the tattoo.

"We were drunk last night, weren't we?" he asked in a perfectly reasonable voice. At that, Renji turned and pinned him against the wall. A long, hard kiss and a freely roaming hand stole Ichigo's breath. "Yes," Renji said, his lips brushing Ichigo's as he spoke. "You and Rukia were drunk. I took complete." A kiss. "And unrepentent." Another kiss and a nip on the neck. "Advantage of you." A kiss and a nip and a fondle. "Mad?"

Having been kissed and nipped and fondled, Ichigo was having a hard time thinking past the word "gaah", but he gave it his best shot. "No," he said finally, giving a kiss back to Renji. "But I'm going to make you explain to Rukia."

"Explain what to Rukia?"

Both men looked over at their very crossed looking partner. "Would it have anything to do with why I feel like scratching my back until the skin is raw?" A pause as she looked at Renji and Ichigo. "And why you both have the same tattoo?"

"Yes." After that nice bit of stero speaking, Renji and Ichigo both reached out and pulled Rukia into the water with them.

"You're mine, and I'm yours," Renji growled as he ran hands over both of them. "Now it shows."

And that was all there really was to it.


Theme: #30-Touch
Fandom/Pairing: Bleach: Rukia/Renji/Ichigo
Title: Touching
Author: GW Katrina aka Icedark Elf
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, if only they were, there would be a lot more R/R/I fans out there.
Spoilers: I've read up to chapter 199 of the Bleach manga. Assume there will be.



Touching

Ichigo had had a very long day. Between school, Hollows, homework, his family, and training with Renji and Rukia, he was exhaused. That was why, after a hot bath, he had staggered to bed and fallen asleep.

He woke up to warm bodies on each side. Somehow, after they had managed to get into bed without waking him, Rukia and Renji had curled around him.

Rukia had wedged herself between him and the wall, her breasts pressed against his back, her arm drapped over his waist. She was a soft, warm length against his spine, breath even warmer against his neck.

Renji had become the pillow, somehow. Ichigo was resting on the redhead's chest, moving slightly with Renji's breathing. He was pliant under Ichigo's form, and Ichigo found he had curled his arm over Renji's waist, just like Rukia had done with him. Rukia's finger were resting on Renji's hip, just brushing the skin.

Ichigo had no doubt that, somehow, Renji was touching Rukia as well.

It was how they always slept. A big pile of bodies, always in contact with one another. It was rather nice.

Warm and still sleepy, Ichigo found himself drifting off. Tomorrow would probably be another long day.