Bleach Drabble (465)
SORRY tokki_chan! I should have done your fic first but this idea hit me and I figured I could hurry up and knock this one out in a short time first. Yours is next, I swear!
465.
Title: Prioritizing
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: vaguely RenjixIchigo, mentions of RenjixByakuya, Ikkaku, Rukia
Word Count: 887
Warning/s: Um…around like, Ch 238 spoilers? I guess. Also, OOC. Because I really…had no other ideas. ^_^;;
Summary: Renji’s rationing out his energy. Kind of.
Dedication: requested by hina_chan on my lj.
A/N: I never in a billion years thought I would write this pairing ever. So um… I kind of pussyfooted around it. Haha… yeah. The request was: “bath time smuttiness” except this is without the smuttiness, because… I’m like that.
Hot water on fresh cuts stung, but so did the rest of his body just standing still, which he supposed was okay. Sign of his hard work all day, or something to that effect.
Still felt tense though-lots of sitting around and waiting it seemed. Strategizing. Preparing. Personally, he wouldn’t have minded being back under Urahara’s store pounding away at Sado because that at least got his mind off of things.
Back in seireitei, training with Kuchiki-taichou as they made preparations for Aizen’s upcoming attack was less a back and forth pounding and more the art of Renji getting his ass thoroughly handed back to him from a long (and elegant) distance. He didn’t mind so much-taichou was a sight to watch fighting (and standing, and sitting, and eating, and breathing), so it wasn’t a complete loss on his part.
Hell, when his face had hit the dirt he’d looked up just in time to catch a glimpse of skin up the wide opening of Byakuya’s hakama and that was a job well done, if anything.
“Please focus, Renji,” his captain had told him, and Renji might’ve been caught in that whole looking-up-the-pant-leg thing, ‘cuz Byakuya sounded slightly different when he’d said that than how he did when he normally issued instructions to his vice-captain.
Nice legs, taichou had. Long and pale and smooth looking-kind of like Ichigo’s but not as thick, he guessed. Daintier, more refined maybe. Rich people were like that.
Yeah, and he’d noticed Ichigo’s legs too-though when he thought about it those weren’t the first things he’d noticed, technically. Stupid kid liked to walk around half naked most of the time, after all. Renji hoped he’d looked that well-defined when he was fifteen, good goddamn.
He frowned to himself at that and told himself he’d better concentrate on washing all the dirt off instead of thinking about nice looking legs or nice looking torsos or nice looking anythings, because otherwise someone (with his luck and all) would walk into the sixth division locker room and find the vice-captain dirty, bloody, and in the middle of beating one out with shampoo in his hair and soap in his eyes, or something.
Taichou would be scandalized if he found out.
So Renji was good-- stopped thinking about anything remotely sexy and started to rinse the lather out of his hair.
Ikkaku always told him he needed to get laid or something-said that he could practically smell the horny comin’ off of the redhead. Yumichika sometimes added that it smelled rather unpleasant.
“And you know Rukia ain’t gonna do it-she’d laugh at ya and give ya her brother’s number or Ichigo’s anyway. Yeah, that’s right-everyone knows, ya transparent fuck.”
Ikkaku had a way with words.
But he wasn’t wrong. Renji really, really needed to get laid.
But he wasn’t thinking about that now. He was getting dirt out of his hair (long hair plus training plus getting his ass kicked didn’t make it easy to clean). After that he was getting dirt out from under his fingernails. And then he was toweling off and going to get something to eat. He’d meditate after that or something-talk to Zabimaru. Because that’s what they were supposed to be doing-- prepping for this stupid war.
Individual horniness sacrificed for the greater good or something. Taichou would be so damned proud if he knew what Renji was suffering for the sake of seireitei. Or he’d be horrified, either way.
Still. Still, Abarai was saving his energy for training and not-definitely not-expending it thinking about either taichou or Ichigo’s legs and other shit like that. Definitely.
He took a deep, shaky breath and finished washing his hair, scraping the dirt out from under his nails. Smelled like green tea soap instead when he finished, and stepped out of the shower with a towel around his waist. Got dressed and dried his hair and headed out towards the commissary, only to realize that he’d left his goddamned bandana in the locker room halfway there. A bitch to eat with hair like his not tied up, after all.
He frowned, turned around, and headed back, feeling vaguely annoyed with himself. Definitely needed to get laid right after the whole doomsday fight with Aizen and company was over-all this saving his energy for battle was making him addlebrained or something.
You could imagine his surprise when he stepped back into the locker room, only to hear someone who sounded suspiciously like Kuchiki-taichou beating one out amidst the running water.
Renji blinked.
Byakuya came, and only after five (Renji counted) deep pants did he notice his adjutant standing in the doorway, kind of…staring.
Silence.
And then… “Um… Renji…”
Renji cleared his throat. Well shit. The hell had he been doing all this time?
“Uh. Hey there, taichou,” he started, and might have been staring still, “That uh…that help you focus or something?”
Pause. And then a weary sounding. “Yes. Sometimes.”
Renji grinned, because those words sounded like someone telling him happy birthday. “What, really?”
Byakuya stared at him.
“Sweet,” the redhead muttered to himself without waiting for an answer, and was already stripping out of his clothes again. “I fuckin’ need this.”
“…please don’t be vulgar, Renji.”
“Sorry, sir.”
He turned the water on.
END
EDITS PLZ.
465.
Title: Prioritizing
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: vaguely RenjixIchigo, mentions of RenjixByakuya, Ikkaku, Rukia
Word Count: 887
Warning/s: Um…around like, Ch 238 spoilers? I guess. Also, OOC. Because I really…had no other ideas. ^_^;;
Summary: Renji’s rationing out his energy. Kind of.
Dedication: requested by hina_chan on my lj.
A/N: I never in a billion years thought I would write this pairing ever. So um… I kind of pussyfooted around it. Haha… yeah. The request was: “bath time smuttiness” except this is without the smuttiness, because… I’m like that.
Hot water on fresh cuts stung, but so did the rest of his body just standing still, which he supposed was okay. Sign of his hard work all day, or something to that effect.
Still felt tense though-lots of sitting around and waiting it seemed. Strategizing. Preparing. Personally, he wouldn’t have minded being back under Urahara’s store pounding away at Sado because that at least got his mind off of things.
Back in seireitei, training with Kuchiki-taichou as they made preparations for Aizen’s upcoming attack was less a back and forth pounding and more the art of Renji getting his ass thoroughly handed back to him from a long (and elegant) distance. He didn’t mind so much-taichou was a sight to watch fighting (and standing, and sitting, and eating, and breathing), so it wasn’t a complete loss on his part.
Hell, when his face had hit the dirt he’d looked up just in time to catch a glimpse of skin up the wide opening of Byakuya’s hakama and that was a job well done, if anything.
“Please focus, Renji,” his captain had told him, and Renji might’ve been caught in that whole looking-up-the-pant-leg thing, ‘cuz Byakuya sounded slightly different when he’d said that than how he did when he normally issued instructions to his vice-captain.
Nice legs, taichou had. Long and pale and smooth looking-kind of like Ichigo’s but not as thick, he guessed. Daintier, more refined maybe. Rich people were like that.
Yeah, and he’d noticed Ichigo’s legs too-though when he thought about it those weren’t the first things he’d noticed, technically. Stupid kid liked to walk around half naked most of the time, after all. Renji hoped he’d looked that well-defined when he was fifteen, good goddamn.
He frowned to himself at that and told himself he’d better concentrate on washing all the dirt off instead of thinking about nice looking legs or nice looking torsos or nice looking anythings, because otherwise someone (with his luck and all) would walk into the sixth division locker room and find the vice-captain dirty, bloody, and in the middle of beating one out with shampoo in his hair and soap in his eyes, or something.
Taichou would be scandalized if he found out.
So Renji was good-- stopped thinking about anything remotely sexy and started to rinse the lather out of his hair.
Ikkaku always told him he needed to get laid or something-said that he could practically smell the horny comin’ off of the redhead. Yumichika sometimes added that it smelled rather unpleasant.
“And you know Rukia ain’t gonna do it-she’d laugh at ya and give ya her brother’s number or Ichigo’s anyway. Yeah, that’s right-everyone knows, ya transparent fuck.”
Ikkaku had a way with words.
But he wasn’t wrong. Renji really, really needed to get laid.
But he wasn’t thinking about that now. He was getting dirt out of his hair (long hair plus training plus getting his ass kicked didn’t make it easy to clean). After that he was getting dirt out from under his fingernails. And then he was toweling off and going to get something to eat. He’d meditate after that or something-talk to Zabimaru. Because that’s what they were supposed to be doing-- prepping for this stupid war.
Individual horniness sacrificed for the greater good or something. Taichou would be so damned proud if he knew what Renji was suffering for the sake of seireitei. Or he’d be horrified, either way.
Still. Still, Abarai was saving his energy for training and not-definitely not-expending it thinking about either taichou or Ichigo’s legs and other shit like that. Definitely.
He took a deep, shaky breath and finished washing his hair, scraping the dirt out from under his nails. Smelled like green tea soap instead when he finished, and stepped out of the shower with a towel around his waist. Got dressed and dried his hair and headed out towards the commissary, only to realize that he’d left his goddamned bandana in the locker room halfway there. A bitch to eat with hair like his not tied up, after all.
He frowned, turned around, and headed back, feeling vaguely annoyed with himself. Definitely needed to get laid right after the whole doomsday fight with Aizen and company was over-all this saving his energy for battle was making him addlebrained or something.
You could imagine his surprise when he stepped back into the locker room, only to hear someone who sounded suspiciously like Kuchiki-taichou beating one out amidst the running water.
Renji blinked.
Byakuya came, and only after five (Renji counted) deep pants did he notice his adjutant standing in the doorway, kind of…staring.
Silence.
And then… “Um… Renji…”
Renji cleared his throat. Well shit. The hell had he been doing all this time?
“Uh. Hey there, taichou,” he started, and might have been staring still, “That uh…that help you focus or something?”
Pause. And then a weary sounding. “Yes. Sometimes.”
Renji grinned, because those words sounded like someone telling him happy birthday. “What, really?”
Byakuya stared at him.
“Sweet,” the redhead muttered to himself without waiting for an answer, and was already stripping out of his clothes again. “I fuckin’ need this.”
“…please don’t be vulgar, Renji.”
“Sorry, sir.”
He turned the water on.
END
EDITS PLZ.