Fic [Jealousy]
Title: Jealousy
Rating: 16+
Beta: live_with_love
Disclaimer: Bleach is not mine.
Pairing: Shuuhei/Izuru
Warning/Spoilers: Minor spoilers; only what happened to Shuuhei at the academy
Word Count: 826
Author's Notes: Written for Round 3 at bleachhedonism for the prompt 'share'. I just hope this is sensuous enough, as there's not full blow smex.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
Hisagi Shuuhei, 6th year and already completing missions for the Gotei 13, was generally considered extremely popular with woman. And some men but that was beside the point.
Kira Izuru, first year, was not. Men or woman.
So, Shuuhei wondered to himself, why the hell is he getting all their damned attention?! The exam period had not long finished, and the brunette had dragged the blonde (kicking and screaming too!) to a local inn, with the explicit intention of getting laid. Well that sure as hell isn’t going to happen… Shuuhei could barely see the blonde, surrounded as he was by woman, cooing over how cute he was. Shuuhei would happily admit that he, himself, wasn’t cute; the scars added to his appearance six months ago definitely made it too late for him and cute to belong in the same sentence anymore. But still, he was handsome, if ruggedly so, and well built… The brunette let out a sigh; that obviously wasn’t enough this evening.
“Another beer please.” He told the bartender, having grabbed his attention. There was a nod of reply and Shuuhei leant with his back to the bar, trying to pick out the blonde. He still had alcohol at least. The glass chinked when it was placed on the wood and Shuuhei grabbed it, downing half in one go. The bartender only shook his head with a half smirk and went back to attend to other customers.
It was a good 5 minutes before Kira, escaped the crowd of woman, searching out his sempai.
“What’re you doing? There’s at least…” Shuuhei groaned in frustration actually stopping to count. “There’s 7 woman there after you and you’ve come over to talk to me?” The blonde was flushed a bright red, making the brunette wonder what else had been said.
“Sempai, I didn’t even want to come. And I don’t just want to get laid.” He added in an undertone, not really wanting to anger the group of woman.
“You’re really odd sometimes, Kira.” The brunette shook his head and pushed Kira back towards them. “I don’t want to hear anymore of your crazy talk.” If Shuuhei hadn’t been quite so frustrated and tipsy (he’d had quite a few beers in his frustration) he probably would’ve noticed that the blonde looked like he’d just been sent to his death.
Shuuhei continued watching him for what felt like hours. Anytime one of those women opened her mouth, he flushed a pleasant pink which seemed to have spread from his cheeks and crept down his neck. An errant thought of what the blonde would look like, on his back, his entire body flushed, flitted through Shuuhei’s head and he immediately dismissed it, blaming it on the alcohol amongst other things.
The redhead beside Kira leant forward, whispering something in his ear, gently touching his arm, running her fingers over the blue uniform. The brunette’s mind had already replaced that woman with himself, the Shuuhei in his head going one step further and carefully nipping the blonde’s earlobe, sliding his tongue against the sensitive area. The brunette hastily turned around on his stool and ordered a small cup of sake downing it in one go. You’re just frustrated that all those woman have Kira’s attention… He paused, and would’ve slammed his head against the bar if he’d thought that’d help; maybe getting laid this evening wasn’t such a lost cause.
Shuuhei threw his money down on the bar and got up, trying his best to ignore the heat in his stomach, that had nothing to do with his alcohol intake. He sauntered over to the group, suddenly feeling much less tipsy, and shot them a winning smile. Most of the woman smiled back, not counting him as a threat, but returned to talking with Kira almost immediately. That suited the brunette fine. He walked around behind the blonde and touched his shoulder, leaning down to whisper into his ear.
“Wouldn’t you rather come back with me, Izuru?” He felt the blonde shiver, his breath must’ve hit a sensitive spot, and swallow at the use of his first name. It didn’t help that Izuru knew that voice, the one his sempai used when he knew exactly what he wanted. Or rather knew exactly who he wanted. Fingers slid beneath the fabric of his uniform, tracing over his spine and back, a spot the blonde had once drunkenly revealed was far more sensitive than it should be.
“H-hai.” The blonde muttered, flushing darker from that than anything the woman had said to him through the course of the evening. Shuuhei couldn’t help himself and he leant down further, biting the blonde’s neck and glaring heatedly at the woman, silently telling them “Mine.”. They disappeared faster than Izuru’s control after two drinks. The brunette licked at the mark, sliding his arms around the blonde.
“Better?” The breathy moan from the blonde was answer enough.