Worth Fighting For (Bleach, Ichigo/Rukia/Renji, sake(alcohol)) Notes: Why do I keep writing short and vaguely existential fic for a PORN battle? *facepalm* --------
If Ichigo thought about it - as if he could think about it, with Rukia below him, one hand tangled in his hair and the other in the crimson fall of Renji's, her surprising long legs curled around his hips, and Renji behind him, hot breath on his check, large hands caressing both him and her, thick cock filling him as he himself filled Rukia - he'd be glad that his dad and sisters weren't home.
If Rukia thought about it - and how could she think about it, when she was there, arching into Ichigo and dragging Renji down for a kiss and watching them together, so similar and so different all at once, feeling on a level she hadn't in years, if she ever had - she'd wonder if it was really a good idea, and what would Nii-sama say?
If Renji thought about it - and why would he bother, when Rukia was holding him as close as she could, pinning Ichigo between them, and Ichigo was lost and trembling and saying stupid shit that he was saying back, because fuck, and it all felt wonderful and he could probably die fucking happy now - he'd think that stealing Matsumoto's sake stash was a brilliant idea.
And if they thought about it - through the haze of alcohol and sex and feelings unspoken but there and known anyway and there wasn't really room to think between all that - they'd think that maybe this was what they had fought for.