Oil Stains- Chapter 1 - A RenIchi AU
Okay, so bear with me, because this is the first real AU I've ever done, since I'm completely taking the characters out of their normal setting and sticking them in a regular human modern setting. I really hope you enjoy what I've come up with.
-//-
He didn't know how it had started. He still couldn't say.
Maybe it started with those hands. Those calloused, rough, tanned hands, with such oddly delicate fingers, trailing lightly over a piece of metal, or rubber, smearing black stains over a barely covered, sweat-coated chest. There were always stains, always little smears of this and that, trailing over a slick torso covered more often then not by a white wife-beater that barely stretched across muscles that were rock hard and begging for touch.
Or maybe it started with the tattoos, showing out of those short sleeved tops, over top of the collar, peaking out just a sliver between the stomach and the waistband of tight, torn up jeans. Or maybe it was the hair, all that bloody, deep red, usually done up in a braid when work had to be done, occasionally taken down to spill over chiselled angular features and dark, narrow eyes.
Ichigo wasn't sure how it had started, there were too many things to choose from. But if he had to say, he'd guess that it had started when Renji had first walked into Karakura Town.
-//-
Abarai Renji had wandered into town at the age of 22, when Ichigo was 18, riding on a broken down old motorcycle and carrying nothing but a gym bag full of possessions. His appearance had frightened most of the people in the small town, his bad boy appearance immediately leaving the impression of a gangster on the run from the law. Girls fell for him, boys were jealous, and everyone else just seemed disapproving or scared.
But something about the place had called to the redhead, and as he looked around on that first day his eyes fell upon a bright mess of strawberry blonde and he was caught in the dark chocolate stare of a young man, glaring at him in front of the gates to the local high school.
"Oi, kid!" he'd called, grinning crookedly. "Where's th' gas station?"
"Up your ass and around the corner, dickface!" the kid had called back at him, holding back a grin in reply.
In that moment, Renji had decided to stay there.
-//-
People were wary when he first settled there, buying himself a small apartment near the Kurosaki Clinic, as well as a tiny garage which he started renovating himself. No one knew where he'd gotten the money for it, some people suspected drugs, but he did most of the renovating himself, working himself to a fervour every day for a solid month before he was finally done. Within that month a few people had cautiously spoken to him, tried to get to know him.
Renji was friendly, a nice guy who smiled a lot and laughed like everything was one big hilarious joke. He was quick to help out, and always and eager listener, his dark eyes surprisingly sensitive behind those ridiculously flashy sunglasses. When he finished fixing up his garage he opened up an auto repair, where he fixed his first few tentative customers cars with his own skilled hands and a lot of sweat. But he seemed to love his work, and always gave 100% no matter what the job.
He came to be known as a lovable giant within the small town, the mechanic with the tough appearance and the heart of gold. The rumours about gang associations and drugs all faded into the background. Renji just didn't fit the stereotype of your typical gangster. He owned a stray dog that he took in when he found it on the street, when he wasn't working he wore bright, cheerful colours and horribly clashing patterns. He liked to hang out with the local group of guys and drink and act like and idiot. He was a typical guy, and he fit in well there.
Strangely enough, he fit in well in Ichigo's life too.
Ever since that first day when Renji had rolled into town like a stray dog on the prowl, Ichigo had been fascinated by him. He didn't know why, but fighting with that irritating, loud-mouthed redhead was liked a refreshing breeze on his face, it made all of his problems melt away so that nothing else mattered. He'd convinced his dad to go to Renji the first time they needed their car repaired, and he'd worked at Renji's garage over the summer when he was saving up for his university tuition. Over the next few months of fighting and beating the hell out of each other, Ichigo had come to think of Renji as his very close friend.
And his secret passion.
Fuck, the dreams he had. Of motor oil stained hands streaking his body with stains, of full, grinning lips nibbling at his skin. Of silky soft hair he'd only gotten the chance to touch a few times skimming over his skin after a hot mouth and sharp teeth.
Ichigo had 'come out' to the small town about a year before. His father had cried and given him disturbingly knowledgeable advice on sex and dating with other men, telling him he'd make a lovely wife one day. Which, naturally, earned him a punch in the face. People adjusted fairly quickly to Ichigo's sexuality until eventually it was accepted as normal and everyone stopped caring about it.
There was actually a surprisingly large gay community in Karakura, and Ichigo was approached many times. He went out with a few people, but since Renji had walked into his life he just had no interest.
The red head's sexuality was a mystery, which only seemed to fuel people's interest in him. He'd been seen flirting with both men and women, and when asked he would say that he was single, but he was never seen out on dates with anyone, and although some people claimed to have had a couple hot one night stands with him no one could confirm any of those stories. So everyone was left wondering, including Ichigo...
-//-
It was a late night for Renji. Working on a stubborn transmission on a car so old he couldn't believe it was still on the road. He was covered in grease, his braided hair falling out of its tie to stick to his sweaty face.
Working like this was relaxing, it helped him think. Thinking wasn't his strong suit, he knew, but it was necessary sometimes. He pulled back a bit and wiped some sweat off his face, licking his dry lips. As usual, lately, when he started to think he started to worry, and he found himself struggling with concentrating on work.
He'd come here a year ago, settled here, lived here, for an entire year. People thought of him as a part of the town now. And that was something like a miracle really. He'd never felt so at home in one place as he did in Karakura. His life was great. He couldn't believe how great it was.
And that was where the worry came from... How long could his little dream last? How far could he take it. Byakuya... Everyone thought he was dead, so he could make a life here. But for how long?
The rumours to start had been true. He had been a part of a gang. A vigilante gang that resided in Seireitei. They were constantly fighting with Aizen's Espada gang. It was tiring, and Renji hated it.
It had been simple enough to fake his death. To challenge Grimmjow and let the others see when the man struck him down. They hadn't ever used their real names back then. He had been Zabimaru, and Grimmjow had been Pantera. No one had known about his alliance with the Sexta Espada, how they'd agreed to fake his death together. Grimmjow had suggested that he come to Karakura. Talking about a peaceful little town that wasn't too boring, telling him about a spitfire carrot-top named Strawberry that had drawn Grimmjow's eye. It had made Renji jealous at the time, that lust that this 'strawberry' inspired in the man he'd begun to consider something of a friend with benefits. But when he came into town that first day...
There had been no mistaking the kid across from him, not after the descriptions Grimmjow had given him. There was no way to miss that distinctly orange hair, or those deep chocolate eyes, that lean build. Renji knew he was a goner, just as bad as that damn Pantera.
But thinking about Pantera just made him wonder how long it would be before his old comrade would come looking for him...
That had been part of the agreement too. Grimmjow would wait a year and come meet Renji here, after faking his own death. It would be their little secret.
With that year done now, Renji was getting more and more concerned. Though whether he was concerned that Grimmjow would show up, or whether he wouldn't he wasn't sure. He felt confused now. Waiting for the inevitable knock on his door.
And then there was a knock, drawing him out of his thoughts with a start. He turned to the door with a half-panicked look, biting his lip.
“Oi! Renji? You working late tonight? I can see the light on...” It was Ichigo's voice, Renji breathed a sigh of relief.
“Yeah, I'm workin' late. Gimme a minute.” he replied, wiping his greasy hands off on a towel and going over to open the door. “What are you doin' here so late? Don't you have school or somethin'?”
“Nah, day off. Figured I'd come bug you instead.” Ichigo grinned cheekily.
Renji relaxed for a minute, forgetting about Grimmjow for awhile while he shoved and wrestled with Ichigo playfully, growling and teasing. This was easy for them, and it gave Renji the chance to get closer to Ichigo, which was what he was really after.
They somehow ended up against the wall, with Renji holding Ichigo up by his shirt. They froze, their lips an inch away from each other's...
A throat was cleared behind them.
“Hope I ain't interruptin'...” A rough voice said.
Renji's eyes went wide and he dropped Ichigo immediately to turn towards the sound.
“Grimm?”
The blue haired man grinned sharply, his black leather jacket slung over one shoulder, his hip cocked out to one side, looking like sex on legs with his shirt unbuttoned as usual.
“Heya, Ren.” he purred, completely ignoring Ichigo and stepping forward. “Miss me?”
He didn't wait for an answer, simply leaning down and kissing the stunned looking redhead firmly, nipping his bottom lip.
In that moment Ichigo looked like his whole world had just fallen apart. All he managed to do was squeak something about needing to go home and running out the door. The image of that irritating, son-of-a-bitch kissing his Renji was burned into his brain and it wouldn't go away.
Grimmjow was back. And he'd broken Ichigo's little dream like glass.
What the fuck was he going to do now?
-//-
“Grimmjow? S'that really you?”
“Who else looks this hot? Though I guess you must've forgotten all about me... Too busy snuggling up to Strawberry.”
“N-nah, ya just came in at the wrong time. We were just messin' around...” Renji looked away, blushing a bit, still not quite believing that Grimmjow was actually there.
“Mm, well maybe me 'n' you should do some 'messin' around'.” the other man purred, grinning cat-like.
-//-
A year was a long time to go without sex, especially for a guy that had been used to it almost every day. It was impossible to resist such an offer when he knew that the results would be more then satisfying.
He forgot all about Ichigo. Not even wondering when he had left. There was only only one thing running through his mind as he was thrown onto that hard floor.
“Ah, Grimmjow! More!”
-//-
Okay, so I know this isn't exactly RenIchi, not yet anyway. But this really is about the two of them. Just you wait and see ;)
Also, this is unbeta'd so if you see any mistakes please let me know.
-//-
He didn't know how it had started. He still couldn't say.
Maybe it started with those hands. Those calloused, rough, tanned hands, with such oddly delicate fingers, trailing lightly over a piece of metal, or rubber, smearing black stains over a barely covered, sweat-coated chest. There were always stains, always little smears of this and that, trailing over a slick torso covered more often then not by a white wife-beater that barely stretched across muscles that were rock hard and begging for touch.
Or maybe it started with the tattoos, showing out of those short sleeved tops, over top of the collar, peaking out just a sliver between the stomach and the waistband of tight, torn up jeans. Or maybe it was the hair, all that bloody, deep red, usually done up in a braid when work had to be done, occasionally taken down to spill over chiselled angular features and dark, narrow eyes.
Ichigo wasn't sure how it had started, there were too many things to choose from. But if he had to say, he'd guess that it had started when Renji had first walked into Karakura Town.
-//-
Abarai Renji had wandered into town at the age of 22, when Ichigo was 18, riding on a broken down old motorcycle and carrying nothing but a gym bag full of possessions. His appearance had frightened most of the people in the small town, his bad boy appearance immediately leaving the impression of a gangster on the run from the law. Girls fell for him, boys were jealous, and everyone else just seemed disapproving or scared.
But something about the place had called to the redhead, and as he looked around on that first day his eyes fell upon a bright mess of strawberry blonde and he was caught in the dark chocolate stare of a young man, glaring at him in front of the gates to the local high school.
"Oi, kid!" he'd called, grinning crookedly. "Where's th' gas station?"
"Up your ass and around the corner, dickface!" the kid had called back at him, holding back a grin in reply.
In that moment, Renji had decided to stay there.
-//-
People were wary when he first settled there, buying himself a small apartment near the Kurosaki Clinic, as well as a tiny garage which he started renovating himself. No one knew where he'd gotten the money for it, some people suspected drugs, but he did most of the renovating himself, working himself to a fervour every day for a solid month before he was finally done. Within that month a few people had cautiously spoken to him, tried to get to know him.
Renji was friendly, a nice guy who smiled a lot and laughed like everything was one big hilarious joke. He was quick to help out, and always and eager listener, his dark eyes surprisingly sensitive behind those ridiculously flashy sunglasses. When he finished fixing up his garage he opened up an auto repair, where he fixed his first few tentative customers cars with his own skilled hands and a lot of sweat. But he seemed to love his work, and always gave 100% no matter what the job.
He came to be known as a lovable giant within the small town, the mechanic with the tough appearance and the heart of gold. The rumours about gang associations and drugs all faded into the background. Renji just didn't fit the stereotype of your typical gangster. He owned a stray dog that he took in when he found it on the street, when he wasn't working he wore bright, cheerful colours and horribly clashing patterns. He liked to hang out with the local group of guys and drink and act like and idiot. He was a typical guy, and he fit in well there.
Strangely enough, he fit in well in Ichigo's life too.
Ever since that first day when Renji had rolled into town like a stray dog on the prowl, Ichigo had been fascinated by him. He didn't know why, but fighting with that irritating, loud-mouthed redhead was liked a refreshing breeze on his face, it made all of his problems melt away so that nothing else mattered. He'd convinced his dad to go to Renji the first time they needed their car repaired, and he'd worked at Renji's garage over the summer when he was saving up for his university tuition. Over the next few months of fighting and beating the hell out of each other, Ichigo had come to think of Renji as his very close friend.
And his secret passion.
Fuck, the dreams he had. Of motor oil stained hands streaking his body with stains, of full, grinning lips nibbling at his skin. Of silky soft hair he'd only gotten the chance to touch a few times skimming over his skin after a hot mouth and sharp teeth.
Ichigo had 'come out' to the small town about a year before. His father had cried and given him disturbingly knowledgeable advice on sex and dating with other men, telling him he'd make a lovely wife one day. Which, naturally, earned him a punch in the face. People adjusted fairly quickly to Ichigo's sexuality until eventually it was accepted as normal and everyone stopped caring about it.
There was actually a surprisingly large gay community in Karakura, and Ichigo was approached many times. He went out with a few people, but since Renji had walked into his life he just had no interest.
The red head's sexuality was a mystery, which only seemed to fuel people's interest in him. He'd been seen flirting with both men and women, and when asked he would say that he was single, but he was never seen out on dates with anyone, and although some people claimed to have had a couple hot one night stands with him no one could confirm any of those stories. So everyone was left wondering, including Ichigo...
-//-
It was a late night for Renji. Working on a stubborn transmission on a car so old he couldn't believe it was still on the road. He was covered in grease, his braided hair falling out of its tie to stick to his sweaty face.
Working like this was relaxing, it helped him think. Thinking wasn't his strong suit, he knew, but it was necessary sometimes. He pulled back a bit and wiped some sweat off his face, licking his dry lips. As usual, lately, when he started to think he started to worry, and he found himself struggling with concentrating on work.
He'd come here a year ago, settled here, lived here, for an entire year. People thought of him as a part of the town now. And that was something like a miracle really. He'd never felt so at home in one place as he did in Karakura. His life was great. He couldn't believe how great it was.
And that was where the worry came from... How long could his little dream last? How far could he take it. Byakuya... Everyone thought he was dead, so he could make a life here. But for how long?
The rumours to start had been true. He had been a part of a gang. A vigilante gang that resided in Seireitei. They were constantly fighting with Aizen's Espada gang. It was tiring, and Renji hated it.
It had been simple enough to fake his death. To challenge Grimmjow and let the others see when the man struck him down. They hadn't ever used their real names back then. He had been Zabimaru, and Grimmjow had been Pantera. No one had known about his alliance with the Sexta Espada, how they'd agreed to fake his death together. Grimmjow had suggested that he come to Karakura. Talking about a peaceful little town that wasn't too boring, telling him about a spitfire carrot-top named Strawberry that had drawn Grimmjow's eye. It had made Renji jealous at the time, that lust that this 'strawberry' inspired in the man he'd begun to consider something of a friend with benefits. But when he came into town that first day...
There had been no mistaking the kid across from him, not after the descriptions Grimmjow had given him. There was no way to miss that distinctly orange hair, or those deep chocolate eyes, that lean build. Renji knew he was a goner, just as bad as that damn Pantera.
But thinking about Pantera just made him wonder how long it would be before his old comrade would come looking for him...
That had been part of the agreement too. Grimmjow would wait a year and come meet Renji here, after faking his own death. It would be their little secret.
With that year done now, Renji was getting more and more concerned. Though whether he was concerned that Grimmjow would show up, or whether he wouldn't he wasn't sure. He felt confused now. Waiting for the inevitable knock on his door.
And then there was a knock, drawing him out of his thoughts with a start. He turned to the door with a half-panicked look, biting his lip.
“Oi! Renji? You working late tonight? I can see the light on...” It was Ichigo's voice, Renji breathed a sigh of relief.
“Yeah, I'm workin' late. Gimme a minute.” he replied, wiping his greasy hands off on a towel and going over to open the door. “What are you doin' here so late? Don't you have school or somethin'?”
“Nah, day off. Figured I'd come bug you instead.” Ichigo grinned cheekily.
Renji relaxed for a minute, forgetting about Grimmjow for awhile while he shoved and wrestled with Ichigo playfully, growling and teasing. This was easy for them, and it gave Renji the chance to get closer to Ichigo, which was what he was really after.
They somehow ended up against the wall, with Renji holding Ichigo up by his shirt. They froze, their lips an inch away from each other's...
A throat was cleared behind them.
“Hope I ain't interruptin'...” A rough voice said.
Renji's eyes went wide and he dropped Ichigo immediately to turn towards the sound.
“Grimm?”
The blue haired man grinned sharply, his black leather jacket slung over one shoulder, his hip cocked out to one side, looking like sex on legs with his shirt unbuttoned as usual.
“Heya, Ren.” he purred, completely ignoring Ichigo and stepping forward. “Miss me?”
He didn't wait for an answer, simply leaning down and kissing the stunned looking redhead firmly, nipping his bottom lip.
In that moment Ichigo looked like his whole world had just fallen apart. All he managed to do was squeak something about needing to go home and running out the door. The image of that irritating, son-of-a-bitch kissing his Renji was burned into his brain and it wouldn't go away.
Grimmjow was back. And he'd broken Ichigo's little dream like glass.
What the fuck was he going to do now?
-//-
“Grimmjow? S'that really you?”
“Who else looks this hot? Though I guess you must've forgotten all about me... Too busy snuggling up to Strawberry.”
“N-nah, ya just came in at the wrong time. We were just messin' around...” Renji looked away, blushing a bit, still not quite believing that Grimmjow was actually there.
“Mm, well maybe me 'n' you should do some 'messin' around'.” the other man purred, grinning cat-like.
-//-
A year was a long time to go without sex, especially for a guy that had been used to it almost every day. It was impossible to resist such an offer when he knew that the results would be more then satisfying.
He forgot all about Ichigo. Not even wondering when he had left. There was only only one thing running through his mind as he was thrown onto that hard floor.
“Ah, Grimmjow! More!”
-//-
Okay, so I know this isn't exactly RenIchi, not yet anyway. But this really is about the two of them. Just you wait and see ;)
Also, this is unbeta'd so if you see any mistakes please let me know.