Introduction [Bleach, Shuuhei/Renji, NC-17]
Title: Introduction
Author: ann89103
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Oral sex, m/m sexual intercourse
Prompt: March 7 - Bleach, Shuuhei/Renji: Club scene, AU - He didn't remember much the next day. Which made waking up next to a naked guy disturbing.
Word count: 4,287
A/N: Italics indicate dream/flashback sequences. Sorry for the delay in posting: this turned out far longer than I anticipated when I first started writing.
***
His dreams were rarely this kind to him, so Renji made the most of this one.
It had been a long, draining week, and Renji intended to forget the pressures of schoolwork and enjoy himself fully. Normally he wouldn’t show up at Club Urahara until later in the evening - Renji preferred the dance music played by regular DJ Yoruichi to the live music performances scheduled earlier at night - but he had been reprimanded by Professor Byakuya after class that afternoon and he wanted to drown out that severe, admonishing voice with hours of smoking-hot dancing and ice-cold beers.
He had just purchased his third bottle at the bar when tonight’s band appeared onstage - some new group Renji had never heard of before, and before they started playing, was sure he’d never hear from again - so he remained a good distance from the stage, leaning against a railing and concentrating on his beer.
By the end of the first song he was pleasantly surprised; by the beginning on the fourth he was hooked. The songs had all the elements Renji wanted in his music - explosive playing and singing, strong melodies, lyrics above a fifth-grade level - and fuck, the lead guitarist was hot.
Renji had pushed his way to the front of the crowd before realizing he had even moved. He took in all the sights and sounds at first, but soon found himself fixated on the attractive man with the spiky black hair that played the guitar with such feeling while exhibiting a contrasting cool, controlled appearance.
It wasn’t until Renji made eye contact with the performer and recognized the passion and need in those coal-black eyes that he realized tonight would be different. He wouldn’t return to a small, cramped apartment and console himself with the forgetfulness of another drunken binge and the lonely touch of his own right hand: no, tonight he would drink and dance and laugh and cum, and he wouldn’t do so alone.
Renji remained at the lip of the stage, moving boldly in time to the beat, He brashly kept his gaze on his chosen target at all times, and when the guitarist would glance back his way - only occasionally at first, but more often as the music went on - Renji met his intense, appraising stare without flinching.
It came as a shock to Renji when the music ended, the musicians leaving the stage for a short break before returning to perform a second set. He let the crowd move him away from the stage, most of the patrons set upon obtaining more drinks.
Renji decided this was a very good idea. He felt a growing sense of anticipation, almost giddy despite downing only a few beers earlier, and relished the thought of another. But as the crowd pushed him towards the bar, an arm reached out from a small, narrow corridor and pulled Renji into near-darkness.
Renji loved a good fight almost as much as dancing, so he was more than ready to brawl. However, the deep, commanding voice that that murmured, “You wanted my attention? You have it,” into his ear stopped him in his tracks, and the warm, demanding lips that pressed to his kept him there.
Some kisses are introductions; this wasn’t one of them. Instead, it was a trial by fire: insistent, ardent, speaking of immediate attraction and lust. Renji responded without hesitation, matching the passion and need with his own, more than able to meet the challenge implied.
When they finally broke apart to catch their breath, Renji shamelessly nipped at the other man’s lower lip with his teeth before he boldly stated, “I like the way you perform.”
“Thank you. Do you dance the way you kiss?” the guitarist asked with a small, almost-feral smile.
“Better,” Renji automatically responded, than flushed at the rumbling laugh his rash answer earned him.
“There’s only one way to know for sure, Red,” the dark-haired man noted in a light-hearted tone that belied the intensity of the words. “Stick around after the next set and we’ll find out.”
“I’ll be here,” he replied, “but it‘s Renji, not Red.”
“Hmmm, Renji,” the other man said, making Renji’s name sound sensuous, potent. “I’m Shuuhei.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Shuuhei continued, a sudden, sharp thrust of his pelvis against Renji’s emphasizing his words before he moved away, “but it’s time for the next set, so we’ll have to resume this conversation in about an hour.”
“That’s fine, Shuuhei,” Renji cheekily responded. “I’m looking forward to round two as well.”
Shuuhei’s answer was to pull him in for a quick, if no less powerful, kiss, than to push past Renji as he swiftly made his way back onto the stage.
The next set by the band was even better than the first, though Renji still wanted nothing more than for it to end. He calmed himself with another two beers, needing the cold beverages to combat the rising heat only partially caused by the over-crowded space.
When the performance finally ended, Shuuhei turned back to his band mates for a quick conversation that Renji couldn‘t hear. The silver-haired man behind the drum kit rolled his eyes at Shuuhei, but apparently they all agreed to the guitarist’s request: instead of remaining with his friends and taking down their equipment like he normally would, Shuuhei returned to the front of the stage and agilely jumped down to stand next to Renji.
“My work here is done,” Shuuhei stated, allowing his eyes to slowly roam up and down Renji’s entire body. “Shall we pick up where we left off?”
“Fuck, yeah,” Renji growled in response, taking one of Shuuhei’s hands in his own and pulling him towards the large part of the room that held the main dance floor.
He always enjoyed dancing, but tonight Renji was on fire. It wasn’t because of the alcohol pleasantly buzzing through his system or the pulsating beats played on the club’s massive sound system. No, it was because of the man he was dancing with between drinks, their bodies rubbing sensually together, wandering hands and tasting mouths exploring everything within reach.
***
Renji turned from his back onto his left side, seeking out warmth. Not quite awake, he reached around for a blanket, becoming restless when none was found. He felt himself moving towards wakefulness, and subconsciously urged himself to remain asleep.
Renji struggled with the keys to his apartment - someone whispering imaginatively filthy suggestions into his ear while cruelly teasing his aching cock with a light, unhurried touch tended to have an adverse affect on his coordination skills - before finally unlocking the door and stumbling through the entrance. The door was forcefully shut behind him and his guest, if only because the other man swung him around and shoved him back against the wood paneling before pressing into him with his own body.
He reveled in the warmth and sweat that covered their skin and garments - drinking and dancing the night away in a heavily packed club guaranteed such messiness for Renji, and Shuuhei had performed two sets with his band before that - only cursing the clothing that prevented skin-to-skin contact in between lengthy, open-mouthed kisses.
Shuuhei’s fingers grabbing a fistful of Renji’s shirt was the only warning he had before the vicious pull that tore through the front of the expensive silk material, scattering buttons across the floor. Shuuhei used both hands to yank the clothing still clinging to Renji’s arms and shoulders down, trapping both arms in the process. Renji rewarded this action by leaning forward and biting at the dark-haired man’s tempting neck just below the metal choker he wore, then laving at the small bruise and hot, slick skin with his tongue.
A hand moved into his thick red hair, pulling Renji’s head back carefully so intense nearly-black eyes could bore into his own. Renji bit into his already-swollen lower lip at the sight of the lust and anticipation shining in those eyes, certain it mirrored that found in his own.
Another light tug at his hair and a growled, “Bedroom.” in a deep, commanding tone had Renji pushing his way forward - the resumption of body contact from chest to thigh a necessary, highly satisfying consequence - forcing Shuuhei to maneuver through the main room blindly at Renji’s direction.
The man moved without hesitation, confident and graceful the entire time: Renji burned to see that composure shattered, desire and unchecked need coursing through that lean, well-toned body barely hidden by a dark green tank top and black leather pants. As they reached the small bedroom Renji stepped away from his companion, throwing himself backwards to land on his comfortable, unmade bed.
“Strip,” Renji ordered, grinning enthusiastically at the other man. “I wanna see a show.”
Shuuhei stared at him for a few seconds before a small, amused smile pulled at one corner of his mouth.
“I already put on a show for you tonight at the club - twice if you count the dancing after my band finished for the night - maybe you should be entertaining me,” he said.
Renji squirmed on the bed, allowing his hands to stay tangled in their makeshift silk restraints for now. “Don’t tell me you’re low on endurance,” he taunted in an insolent tone. “I’m expecting big things from you all night long. Don‘t disappoint me.”
Renji’s words were enough to catch Shuuhei off-guard, and a light flush appeared on his face. Slowly, teasingly, two hands glided down the dark-haired man’s chest, his breath hitching slightly as his fingers rubbed over sensitive nipples beneath the thin cotton material during their travel. The digits dipped below the top of Shuuhei’s leather pants, just enough to take hold of the green fabric and begin their equally unhurried journey back.
Renji licked his lips wantonly as a lithe, well-toned upper body was bared to his appraisal, the muscles covered by slick-smooth skin that Renji yearned to stroke, bite and suck.
As the shirt was carefully folded and placed on a nearby shelf, the other man effortlessly stepped out of his shoes and socks, moving them to the same place. This movement reminded Renji that he still wore his own footwear, and he kicked them off, uncaring of where the pieces landed.
Renji’s eyes remained riveted on his companion’s body, roaming from head to toe greedily, eager for the full reveal. The other man smirked at him almost playfully, tapping two long, tapered fingers against the single button fastening on his pants.
At Renji’s irritated call of, “What are you waiting for, a signed invitation?” Shuuhei shot him a smug, superior look that Renji longed to wipe off his face.
But then those talented digits made quick work of the fastening, and moved onto the zipper. It was the casually spoken, “I should have made you open this with your teeth,” that made the already-eager Renji’s blood boil over.
“You don’t want my teeth anywhere near anything you consider valuable right now,” Renji shot back heatedly, punctuating the words with a malicious baring of sharp white teeth.
His companion has the arrogance to laugh, but Renji ignored the sound in favor of concentrating on the nicely shaped, excited cock that emerged from its black leather prison, precum already glistening on the erect shaft. Renji almost missed the other attractions of long, well-shaped legs and a flawless ass.
Of course a rock guitarist wouldn’t wear underwear, Renji gleefully concluded as Shuuhei placed the pants with the rest of his clothing and moved towards the bed wearing only his choker, completely comfortable with his nakedness.
Shuuhei leaned over the bed far enough to reach Renji’s midsection, placing one hand on the sheets by Renji’s right hip, the other hand exploring the warm, flushed skin of Renji’s lower abdomen before moving to the now too-tight pants.
At first Renji was far too appreciative of the immediate relief given to his freed arousal to realize another piece of his outfit had been destroyed beyond repair. He scowled at the other man as Shuuhei carelessly tugged the ruined material of pants and underwear down Renji’s legs and tossed them over his shoulder.
“Hey, asshole, good clothes cost money-” he started, but was distracted by a wickedly talented tongue exploring the underside of Renji’s cock before moving back up to lap insistently at the head.
Shuuhei pulled back slightly - just enough so the hot wash of his breath was a pleasurable torture for Renji - and said, “In your case, ugly clothes cost money, and I did everyone in Tokyo with eyesight a favor by trashing yours.”
Renji struggled to move arms still trapped by the silk remnants of his shirt, but the combination of too much alcohol and Shuuhei’s teasing left him terribly uncoordinated. In any event, he abandoned his efforts when Shuuhei moved over him once more, holding the base of his cock in one hand while gently palming his balls with the other. His mouth moved over Renji’s length in one swift, enveloping motion, the heat and suction immediately sending bolts of pleasure through him, a low, coiling heat building deep within.
Renji thrashed helplessly on the bed, his head turning from side to side restlessly, desperately trying to push his hips up and send his cock deeper into Shuuhei’s skilled mouth. He couldn’t help but vocalize his satisfaction, short gasps interspersed with longer, throatier moans. The heat and tension built until it was all too much, and Renji gave himself up to the sensations, eyes squeezed shut as he climaxed, bursts of white behind his eyelids as his cock pulsed, shooting bursts of cum that his new lover drank down slowly, careful not to move too harshly over his spent, overly-sensitive length.
Renji didn’t want this night to end.
***
Renji pushed his face deeper into his pillow, only to be irritated by the unexpected dampness of the fabric and strands of disheveled hair against his face. He mumbled an unintelligible complaint and stirred once more; only this time he encountered the warmth he had longed for earlier, and soon his head rested on a firm, comforting cushion, a recurring, soothing sound lulling him into a deeper slumber.
He felt like he had melted into the sticky sheets and firm mattress of his bed, relaxed enough that he could fall asleep easily, but eager for more pulse-pounding excitement with the man now staring up at him with a laser-sharp desire.
“Renji,” Shuuhei said, arousal obvious in the low, needy tone of his voice, “I don’t think I can wait much longer.”
“You don’t have to,” Renji responded, moving his legs further apart to create enough space for Shuuhei to maneuver himself closer to Renji’s supine body. “I’m ready.”
It could have been a smile or a grimace, or maybe even both, Renji decided, but soon he had other things to think about: the sensation of cool, slippery gel at his opening, just before the initial pressure of a finger seeking entry.
Renji enjoyed watching Shuuhei as he carefully prepped him - intense concentration indicated by dark, unblinking eyes and teeth worrying at his lower lip warring with growing impatience shown though rough, shallow breaths and his hard, ready arousal - and enjoyed it even more when Shuuhei’s fingers finally brushed over Renji’s prostate, the stimulation forcing a cry of pleasure from parted lips.
Renji would have ordered Shuuhei to move, but he didn’t have to: the other man pushed Renji’s legs further apart, then used his other hand to guide his cock to Renji’s waiting passage and carefully worked the tip past his entrance .
Renji might admire the amount of control Shuuhei was showing in other circumstances, but in this case he didn’t need any further consideration. Leaving one leg bent at the knee with the foot firmly planted to the bed, he moved his other leg to wrap around Shuuhei’s waist so that the lower calf would rest against Shuuhei’s tension-ridden back. A firm shove of that leg and a growled order of, “Move, dammit!” was enough to push Shuuhei over the edge.
With a snarl, Shuuhei snapped his hips forward, and Renji thrilled at the sight of the other man losing control. It was worth the initial discomfort, and with each ensuing thrust Shuuhei moved harder, deeper, finding Renji’s prostate enough times to draw moans of enthusiasm and satisfaction from him time and again.
Renji’s cock filled and lengthened once more from the stimulation, but he needed more. He worked furiously to free his arms from their silken prison, the frantic movements enough to pull a feral growl of encouragement from Shuuhei. When what remained of his shirt finally broke apart, Renji placed his left hand to the side, knocking Shuuhei’s arm down so his upper torso came crashing down upon Renji’s, and moved the other between their two bodies to find his own, throbbing arousal.
Renji snarled with rage when Shuuhei’s hand pushed aside his own, but when the other man took his length in a firm, possessive hold, he expressed his appreciation by sharply biting again at the warm, inviting skin at Shuuhei’s neck, licking and sucking at vulnerable skin, leaving additional markings that staked his claim on the man.
He was ready, and could feel Shuuhei’s thrusts growing frenzied and erratic, so Renji wasted no time: he wrapped his hand around Shuuhei’s on his arousal and squeezed. The added pressure and friction - combined with another brush against his prostate - pushed him past his limits.
He fell apart, crying out as his orgasm ripped thorough him, pleasure spiraling out in waves that seemed to radiate throughout his entire body. Lost in his own satisfaction, Renji didn’t consciously recognize Shuuhei’s own release at first: not until he felt Shuuhei’s unmoving body resting fully against his own, the warmth of cum and a spent, softening cock still within him.
They both lay there for a few minutes, coming down slowly from orgasmic bliss: heartbeats calming, taking deep, relaxing breaths. Renji tried to keep rational thought at bay, not wanting to think about uncomfortable partings and unintended consequences. He really should have had more to drink earlier when he had the chance.
He always ended up alone, and each time it broke off another tiny piece of his heart.
“Mmm…” Shuuhei slurred as he started to stir, lifting himself up enough to carefully separate himself from his supine lover.
Renji braced himself for the expected: the usual insincere compliments, the quick, awkward retrieval of clothes, the false promises of a future call or meeting. Thus, he was not prepared for the light prodding that moved him almost to the edge of the bed, turning him onto his side in the process, or the heated, comfortable body that spooned against his own.
“Don’t wanna sleep in the wet spot,” Shuuhei murmured, his soft breath caressing the back of Renji’s neck, and moved one arm over Renji’s waist to rest against the younger man’s warm, muscled stomach. Moments later, he was asleep.
It took a few minutes to get over the shock, but when he did, Renji allowed himself a small, satisfied smile. All the beers he had earlier, combined with such sweaty, satisfying sex was more than enough to lull him into a deep, contented slumber.
***
Hangovers were a bitch, Renji decided: he’d never drink that much again.
It took him longer than it should have to realize there was a sizeable black object resting comfortably on his chest. At first Renji thought it was a cat, and spent a few moments trying to figure out how one got into his apartment - and wondering if it would purr at him if he petted it - before he recognized it as hair, not fur, and took in the arm wrapped around him, the lean, attractive body molded against his own.
He searched through his memory, trying to fill in the blanks. He didn’t remember much about last night, which made waking up next to a naked guy disturbing.
Well… maybe ‘disturbing’ wasn’t the right word, Renji decided, noticing his morning arousal was rather more aroused than usual. But before he could contemplate that thought more thoroughly, his unexpected companion started to stir.
Beyond the panicked litany of Oh, shit! that ran though his mind, a shocked Renji remained unmoving as the man beside him slowly awakened.
Not sure whether to expect a punch to the face or cold rejection, Renji blinked uncomprehendingly when his unanticipated guest sat up and stretched langorously before he turned to him and said, “Good morning, Renji.”
“Good morning,” Renji automatically replied, then fell silent as he realized he had no idea of what else to say to this stranger.
The man with the messy, spiked black hair watched him silently, taking in Renji’s obvious shock and confusion.
“Did you really drink that much last night?” he asked. “You only had two beers with me at the club: you must have been pounding them down pretty hard while I was on stage.”
“Um…” Renji started, then stopped when he had nothing else to add.
The other man sighed. “What do you remember?” he inquired gently.
Renji thought about that. “Well,” he started, “I was at Urahara’s place, determined to drown my sorrows. There was a good band playing - usually the ones clogs-and-hat hires are total crap - and the guitarist was damn sexy…”
“HEY!” Renji shouted, jumping out of bed and pointing a finger at his companion. “That was you!”
“Guilty as charged,” his guest cheerfully replied, smiling at the compliment. Dark eyes sparkled as the man thoroughly eyed Renji’s exposed body as he continued, “You’re rather sexy yourself, Red.”
“Red?” Renji snapped. “I told you not to call me that?”
“Oh, so you do remember some things? Maybe it’s starting to come back to you now,” the other man smirked.
Renji stared at him, aggravation and confusion warring for dominance. “Huh? You-”
“Shuuhei,” came the interruption.
Renji almost growled. “What?”
“Shuuhei,” his guest answered promptly. “My name is Shuuhei. We met at the club - technically, we kissed, then met - danced for a while, came back to your place, and do I actually have to tell you the rest? That’s just embarrassing.”
Renji really wanted to punch him at that moment. “Why the hell are you embarrassed? I’m the one who got trashed and woke up next to a total stranger-”
“It’s embarrassing,” Shuuhei broke in, “because I’ve never left a lover unsatisfied, and now I’ve got a really sexy one who doesn’t even remember the night before. Maybe I need to jog your memory.”
“You’re a pain, Shuuhei,” Renji stated. “And - did you just call me sexy?”
“Yep,” Shuuhei replied. “You’re fun, seem like a good guy, a fantastic dancer, and hot: even now, standing in front of me wearing nothing but cum, you look very sexy. Shame you can’t hold your liquor, but no-one’s perfect.”
Renji felt the blush spreading across his face, and reached for a sheet from his bed.
“Bastard,” he muttered as he pulled at the fabric, then yelped as another set of hands tugged forcefully at the material, pulling a surprised Renji back onto the bed.
The two men tusseled for a few minutes: Renji was the stronger by far, but Shuuhei used his quickness and Renji’s lingering confusion to his advantage. Renji found himself pinned to the bed with Shuuhei straddling his hips, and seeing the dark-haired man in that position triggered something in Renji’s subconscious.
Some kisses are introductions; this wasn’t one of them. Instead, it was a trial by fire: insistent, ardent, speaking of immediate attraction and lust. Renji responded without hesitation, matching the passion and need with his own, more than able to meet the challenge implied.
Renji gasped as the flood of memories continued.
“I’ll be here,” he replied, “but it‘s Renji, not Red.”
“Hmmm, Renji,” the other man said, making Renji’s name sound sensuous, potent. “I’m Shuuhei.”
“Fuck,” Renji breathed out, “Shuuhei.”
Shuuhei leaned down, a cool hand coming to rest on Renji’s cheek. “You alright, Renji?”
Shuuhei leaned over the bed far enough to reach Renji’s midsection, placing one hand on the sheets by Renji’s right hip, the other hand exploring the warm, flushed skin of Renji’s lower abdomen before moving to the now too-tight pants.
“Yeah,” Renji answered, a bit shakily at first, but more in command as he continued, “I’m starting to remember last night. Give me a few moments, okay?”
Shuuhei moved over him once more, holding the base of his cock in one hand while gently palming his balls with the other. His mouth moved over Renji’s length in one swift, enveloping motion, the heat and suction immediately sending bolts of pleasure through him, a low, coiling heat building deep within.
When Renji opened his eyes, he saw concerned dark eyes staring into his own. Hands had moved into Renji’s hair, carding though long red strands, massaging his scalp and relieving his headache.
“You with me, Renji?” Shuuhei asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Renji braced himself for the expected: the usual insincere compliments, the quick, awkward retrieval of clothes, the false promises of a future call or meeting. Thus, he was not prepared for the light prodding that moved him almost to the edge of the bed, turning him onto his side in the process, or the heated, comfortable body spooned against his own.
“Yeah, I think I am,” Renji replied with a grin, reaching his own arms up to take hold of Shuuhei’s face between his hands and pulling him down into the gentle, introductory kiss they had bypassed the night before, but would need for this - and future - mornings.
Author: ann89103
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Oral sex, m/m sexual intercourse
Prompt: March 7 - Bleach, Shuuhei/Renji: Club scene, AU - He didn't remember much the next day. Which made waking up next to a naked guy disturbing.
Word count: 4,287
A/N: Italics indicate dream/flashback sequences. Sorry for the delay in posting: this turned out far longer than I anticipated when I first started writing.
***
His dreams were rarely this kind to him, so Renji made the most of this one.
It had been a long, draining week, and Renji intended to forget the pressures of schoolwork and enjoy himself fully. Normally he wouldn’t show up at Club Urahara until later in the evening - Renji preferred the dance music played by regular DJ Yoruichi to the live music performances scheduled earlier at night - but he had been reprimanded by Professor Byakuya after class that afternoon and he wanted to drown out that severe, admonishing voice with hours of smoking-hot dancing and ice-cold beers.
He had just purchased his third bottle at the bar when tonight’s band appeared onstage - some new group Renji had never heard of before, and before they started playing, was sure he’d never hear from again - so he remained a good distance from the stage, leaning against a railing and concentrating on his beer.
By the end of the first song he was pleasantly surprised; by the beginning on the fourth he was hooked. The songs had all the elements Renji wanted in his music - explosive playing and singing, strong melodies, lyrics above a fifth-grade level - and fuck, the lead guitarist was hot.
Renji had pushed his way to the front of the crowd before realizing he had even moved. He took in all the sights and sounds at first, but soon found himself fixated on the attractive man with the spiky black hair that played the guitar with such feeling while exhibiting a contrasting cool, controlled appearance.
It wasn’t until Renji made eye contact with the performer and recognized the passion and need in those coal-black eyes that he realized tonight would be different. He wouldn’t return to a small, cramped apartment and console himself with the forgetfulness of another drunken binge and the lonely touch of his own right hand: no, tonight he would drink and dance and laugh and cum, and he wouldn’t do so alone.
Renji remained at the lip of the stage, moving boldly in time to the beat, He brashly kept his gaze on his chosen target at all times, and when the guitarist would glance back his way - only occasionally at first, but more often as the music went on - Renji met his intense, appraising stare without flinching.
It came as a shock to Renji when the music ended, the musicians leaving the stage for a short break before returning to perform a second set. He let the crowd move him away from the stage, most of the patrons set upon obtaining more drinks.
Renji decided this was a very good idea. He felt a growing sense of anticipation, almost giddy despite downing only a few beers earlier, and relished the thought of another. But as the crowd pushed him towards the bar, an arm reached out from a small, narrow corridor and pulled Renji into near-darkness.
Renji loved a good fight almost as much as dancing, so he was more than ready to brawl. However, the deep, commanding voice that that murmured, “You wanted my attention? You have it,” into his ear stopped him in his tracks, and the warm, demanding lips that pressed to his kept him there.
Some kisses are introductions; this wasn’t one of them. Instead, it was a trial by fire: insistent, ardent, speaking of immediate attraction and lust. Renji responded without hesitation, matching the passion and need with his own, more than able to meet the challenge implied.
When they finally broke apart to catch their breath, Renji shamelessly nipped at the other man’s lower lip with his teeth before he boldly stated, “I like the way you perform.”
“Thank you. Do you dance the way you kiss?” the guitarist asked with a small, almost-feral smile.
“Better,” Renji automatically responded, than flushed at the rumbling laugh his rash answer earned him.
“There’s only one way to know for sure, Red,” the dark-haired man noted in a light-hearted tone that belied the intensity of the words. “Stick around after the next set and we’ll find out.”
“I’ll be here,” he replied, “but it‘s Renji, not Red.”
“Hmmm, Renji,” the other man said, making Renji’s name sound sensuous, potent. “I’m Shuuhei.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Shuuhei continued, a sudden, sharp thrust of his pelvis against Renji’s emphasizing his words before he moved away, “but it’s time for the next set, so we’ll have to resume this conversation in about an hour.”
“That’s fine, Shuuhei,” Renji cheekily responded. “I’m looking forward to round two as well.”
Shuuhei’s answer was to pull him in for a quick, if no less powerful, kiss, than to push past Renji as he swiftly made his way back onto the stage.
The next set by the band was even better than the first, though Renji still wanted nothing more than for it to end. He calmed himself with another two beers, needing the cold beverages to combat the rising heat only partially caused by the over-crowded space.
When the performance finally ended, Shuuhei turned back to his band mates for a quick conversation that Renji couldn‘t hear. The silver-haired man behind the drum kit rolled his eyes at Shuuhei, but apparently they all agreed to the guitarist’s request: instead of remaining with his friends and taking down their equipment like he normally would, Shuuhei returned to the front of the stage and agilely jumped down to stand next to Renji.
“My work here is done,” Shuuhei stated, allowing his eyes to slowly roam up and down Renji’s entire body. “Shall we pick up where we left off?”
“Fuck, yeah,” Renji growled in response, taking one of Shuuhei’s hands in his own and pulling him towards the large part of the room that held the main dance floor.
He always enjoyed dancing, but tonight Renji was on fire. It wasn’t because of the alcohol pleasantly buzzing through his system or the pulsating beats played on the club’s massive sound system. No, it was because of the man he was dancing with between drinks, their bodies rubbing sensually together, wandering hands and tasting mouths exploring everything within reach.
***
Renji turned from his back onto his left side, seeking out warmth. Not quite awake, he reached around for a blanket, becoming restless when none was found. He felt himself moving towards wakefulness, and subconsciously urged himself to remain asleep.
Renji struggled with the keys to his apartment - someone whispering imaginatively filthy suggestions into his ear while cruelly teasing his aching cock with a light, unhurried touch tended to have an adverse affect on his coordination skills - before finally unlocking the door and stumbling through the entrance. The door was forcefully shut behind him and his guest, if only because the other man swung him around and shoved him back against the wood paneling before pressing into him with his own body.
He reveled in the warmth and sweat that covered their skin and garments - drinking and dancing the night away in a heavily packed club guaranteed such messiness for Renji, and Shuuhei had performed two sets with his band before that - only cursing the clothing that prevented skin-to-skin contact in between lengthy, open-mouthed kisses.
Shuuhei’s fingers grabbing a fistful of Renji’s shirt was the only warning he had before the vicious pull that tore through the front of the expensive silk material, scattering buttons across the floor. Shuuhei used both hands to yank the clothing still clinging to Renji’s arms and shoulders down, trapping both arms in the process. Renji rewarded this action by leaning forward and biting at the dark-haired man’s tempting neck just below the metal choker he wore, then laving at the small bruise and hot, slick skin with his tongue.
A hand moved into his thick red hair, pulling Renji’s head back carefully so intense nearly-black eyes could bore into his own. Renji bit into his already-swollen lower lip at the sight of the lust and anticipation shining in those eyes, certain it mirrored that found in his own.
Another light tug at his hair and a growled, “Bedroom.” in a deep, commanding tone had Renji pushing his way forward - the resumption of body contact from chest to thigh a necessary, highly satisfying consequence - forcing Shuuhei to maneuver through the main room blindly at Renji’s direction.
The man moved without hesitation, confident and graceful the entire time: Renji burned to see that composure shattered, desire and unchecked need coursing through that lean, well-toned body barely hidden by a dark green tank top and black leather pants. As they reached the small bedroom Renji stepped away from his companion, throwing himself backwards to land on his comfortable, unmade bed.
“Strip,” Renji ordered, grinning enthusiastically at the other man. “I wanna see a show.”
Shuuhei stared at him for a few seconds before a small, amused smile pulled at one corner of his mouth.
“I already put on a show for you tonight at the club - twice if you count the dancing after my band finished for the night - maybe you should be entertaining me,” he said.
Renji squirmed on the bed, allowing his hands to stay tangled in their makeshift silk restraints for now. “Don’t tell me you’re low on endurance,” he taunted in an insolent tone. “I’m expecting big things from you all night long. Don‘t disappoint me.”
Renji’s words were enough to catch Shuuhei off-guard, and a light flush appeared on his face. Slowly, teasingly, two hands glided down the dark-haired man’s chest, his breath hitching slightly as his fingers rubbed over sensitive nipples beneath the thin cotton material during their travel. The digits dipped below the top of Shuuhei’s leather pants, just enough to take hold of the green fabric and begin their equally unhurried journey back.
Renji licked his lips wantonly as a lithe, well-toned upper body was bared to his appraisal, the muscles covered by slick-smooth skin that Renji yearned to stroke, bite and suck.
As the shirt was carefully folded and placed on a nearby shelf, the other man effortlessly stepped out of his shoes and socks, moving them to the same place. This movement reminded Renji that he still wore his own footwear, and he kicked them off, uncaring of where the pieces landed.
Renji’s eyes remained riveted on his companion’s body, roaming from head to toe greedily, eager for the full reveal. The other man smirked at him almost playfully, tapping two long, tapered fingers against the single button fastening on his pants.
At Renji’s irritated call of, “What are you waiting for, a signed invitation?” Shuuhei shot him a smug, superior look that Renji longed to wipe off his face.
But then those talented digits made quick work of the fastening, and moved onto the zipper. It was the casually spoken, “I should have made you open this with your teeth,” that made the already-eager Renji’s blood boil over.
“You don’t want my teeth anywhere near anything you consider valuable right now,” Renji shot back heatedly, punctuating the words with a malicious baring of sharp white teeth.
His companion has the arrogance to laugh, but Renji ignored the sound in favor of concentrating on the nicely shaped, excited cock that emerged from its black leather prison, precum already glistening on the erect shaft. Renji almost missed the other attractions of long, well-shaped legs and a flawless ass.
Of course a rock guitarist wouldn’t wear underwear, Renji gleefully concluded as Shuuhei placed the pants with the rest of his clothing and moved towards the bed wearing only his choker, completely comfortable with his nakedness.
Shuuhei leaned over the bed far enough to reach Renji’s midsection, placing one hand on the sheets by Renji’s right hip, the other hand exploring the warm, flushed skin of Renji’s lower abdomen before moving to the now too-tight pants.
At first Renji was far too appreciative of the immediate relief given to his freed arousal to realize another piece of his outfit had been destroyed beyond repair. He scowled at the other man as Shuuhei carelessly tugged the ruined material of pants and underwear down Renji’s legs and tossed them over his shoulder.
“Hey, asshole, good clothes cost money-” he started, but was distracted by a wickedly talented tongue exploring the underside of Renji’s cock before moving back up to lap insistently at the head.
Shuuhei pulled back slightly - just enough so the hot wash of his breath was a pleasurable torture for Renji - and said, “In your case, ugly clothes cost money, and I did everyone in Tokyo with eyesight a favor by trashing yours.”
Renji struggled to move arms still trapped by the silk remnants of his shirt, but the combination of too much alcohol and Shuuhei’s teasing left him terribly uncoordinated. In any event, he abandoned his efforts when Shuuhei moved over him once more, holding the base of his cock in one hand while gently palming his balls with the other. His mouth moved over Renji’s length in one swift, enveloping motion, the heat and suction immediately sending bolts of pleasure through him, a low, coiling heat building deep within.
Renji thrashed helplessly on the bed, his head turning from side to side restlessly, desperately trying to push his hips up and send his cock deeper into Shuuhei’s skilled mouth. He couldn’t help but vocalize his satisfaction, short gasps interspersed with longer, throatier moans. The heat and tension built until it was all too much, and Renji gave himself up to the sensations, eyes squeezed shut as he climaxed, bursts of white behind his eyelids as his cock pulsed, shooting bursts of cum that his new lover drank down slowly, careful not to move too harshly over his spent, overly-sensitive length.
Renji didn’t want this night to end.
***
Renji pushed his face deeper into his pillow, only to be irritated by the unexpected dampness of the fabric and strands of disheveled hair against his face. He mumbled an unintelligible complaint and stirred once more; only this time he encountered the warmth he had longed for earlier, and soon his head rested on a firm, comforting cushion, a recurring, soothing sound lulling him into a deeper slumber.
He felt like he had melted into the sticky sheets and firm mattress of his bed, relaxed enough that he could fall asleep easily, but eager for more pulse-pounding excitement with the man now staring up at him with a laser-sharp desire.
“Renji,” Shuuhei said, arousal obvious in the low, needy tone of his voice, “I don’t think I can wait much longer.”
“You don’t have to,” Renji responded, moving his legs further apart to create enough space for Shuuhei to maneuver himself closer to Renji’s supine body. “I’m ready.”
It could have been a smile or a grimace, or maybe even both, Renji decided, but soon he had other things to think about: the sensation of cool, slippery gel at his opening, just before the initial pressure of a finger seeking entry.
Renji enjoyed watching Shuuhei as he carefully prepped him - intense concentration indicated by dark, unblinking eyes and teeth worrying at his lower lip warring with growing impatience shown though rough, shallow breaths and his hard, ready arousal - and enjoyed it even more when Shuuhei’s fingers finally brushed over Renji’s prostate, the stimulation forcing a cry of pleasure from parted lips.
Renji would have ordered Shuuhei to move, but he didn’t have to: the other man pushed Renji’s legs further apart, then used his other hand to guide his cock to Renji’s waiting passage and carefully worked the tip past his entrance .
Renji might admire the amount of control Shuuhei was showing in other circumstances, but in this case he didn’t need any further consideration. Leaving one leg bent at the knee with the foot firmly planted to the bed, he moved his other leg to wrap around Shuuhei’s waist so that the lower calf would rest against Shuuhei’s tension-ridden back. A firm shove of that leg and a growled order of, “Move, dammit!” was enough to push Shuuhei over the edge.
With a snarl, Shuuhei snapped his hips forward, and Renji thrilled at the sight of the other man losing control. It was worth the initial discomfort, and with each ensuing thrust Shuuhei moved harder, deeper, finding Renji’s prostate enough times to draw moans of enthusiasm and satisfaction from him time and again.
Renji’s cock filled and lengthened once more from the stimulation, but he needed more. He worked furiously to free his arms from their silken prison, the frantic movements enough to pull a feral growl of encouragement from Shuuhei. When what remained of his shirt finally broke apart, Renji placed his left hand to the side, knocking Shuuhei’s arm down so his upper torso came crashing down upon Renji’s, and moved the other between their two bodies to find his own, throbbing arousal.
Renji snarled with rage when Shuuhei’s hand pushed aside his own, but when the other man took his length in a firm, possessive hold, he expressed his appreciation by sharply biting again at the warm, inviting skin at Shuuhei’s neck, licking and sucking at vulnerable skin, leaving additional markings that staked his claim on the man.
He was ready, and could feel Shuuhei’s thrusts growing frenzied and erratic, so Renji wasted no time: he wrapped his hand around Shuuhei’s on his arousal and squeezed. The added pressure and friction - combined with another brush against his prostate - pushed him past his limits.
He fell apart, crying out as his orgasm ripped thorough him, pleasure spiraling out in waves that seemed to radiate throughout his entire body. Lost in his own satisfaction, Renji didn’t consciously recognize Shuuhei’s own release at first: not until he felt Shuuhei’s unmoving body resting fully against his own, the warmth of cum and a spent, softening cock still within him.
They both lay there for a few minutes, coming down slowly from orgasmic bliss: heartbeats calming, taking deep, relaxing breaths. Renji tried to keep rational thought at bay, not wanting to think about uncomfortable partings and unintended consequences. He really should have had more to drink earlier when he had the chance.
He always ended up alone, and each time it broke off another tiny piece of his heart.
“Mmm…” Shuuhei slurred as he started to stir, lifting himself up enough to carefully separate himself from his supine lover.
Renji braced himself for the expected: the usual insincere compliments, the quick, awkward retrieval of clothes, the false promises of a future call or meeting. Thus, he was not prepared for the light prodding that moved him almost to the edge of the bed, turning him onto his side in the process, or the heated, comfortable body that spooned against his own.
“Don’t wanna sleep in the wet spot,” Shuuhei murmured, his soft breath caressing the back of Renji’s neck, and moved one arm over Renji’s waist to rest against the younger man’s warm, muscled stomach. Moments later, he was asleep.
It took a few minutes to get over the shock, but when he did, Renji allowed himself a small, satisfied smile. All the beers he had earlier, combined with such sweaty, satisfying sex was more than enough to lull him into a deep, contented slumber.
***
Hangovers were a bitch, Renji decided: he’d never drink that much again.
It took him longer than it should have to realize there was a sizeable black object resting comfortably on his chest. At first Renji thought it was a cat, and spent a few moments trying to figure out how one got into his apartment - and wondering if it would purr at him if he petted it - before he recognized it as hair, not fur, and took in the arm wrapped around him, the lean, attractive body molded against his own.
He searched through his memory, trying to fill in the blanks. He didn’t remember much about last night, which made waking up next to a naked guy disturbing.
Well… maybe ‘disturbing’ wasn’t the right word, Renji decided, noticing his morning arousal was rather more aroused than usual. But before he could contemplate that thought more thoroughly, his unexpected companion started to stir.
Beyond the panicked litany of Oh, shit! that ran though his mind, a shocked Renji remained unmoving as the man beside him slowly awakened.
Not sure whether to expect a punch to the face or cold rejection, Renji blinked uncomprehendingly when his unanticipated guest sat up and stretched langorously before he turned to him and said, “Good morning, Renji.”
“Good morning,” Renji automatically replied, then fell silent as he realized he had no idea of what else to say to this stranger.
The man with the messy, spiked black hair watched him silently, taking in Renji’s obvious shock and confusion.
“Did you really drink that much last night?” he asked. “You only had two beers with me at the club: you must have been pounding them down pretty hard while I was on stage.”
“Um…” Renji started, then stopped when he had nothing else to add.
The other man sighed. “What do you remember?” he inquired gently.
Renji thought about that. “Well,” he started, “I was at Urahara’s place, determined to drown my sorrows. There was a good band playing - usually the ones clogs-and-hat hires are total crap - and the guitarist was damn sexy…”
“HEY!” Renji shouted, jumping out of bed and pointing a finger at his companion. “That was you!”
“Guilty as charged,” his guest cheerfully replied, smiling at the compliment. Dark eyes sparkled as the man thoroughly eyed Renji’s exposed body as he continued, “You’re rather sexy yourself, Red.”
“Red?” Renji snapped. “I told you not to call me that?”
“Oh, so you do remember some things? Maybe it’s starting to come back to you now,” the other man smirked.
Renji stared at him, aggravation and confusion warring for dominance. “Huh? You-”
“Shuuhei,” came the interruption.
Renji almost growled. “What?”
“Shuuhei,” his guest answered promptly. “My name is Shuuhei. We met at the club - technically, we kissed, then met - danced for a while, came back to your place, and do I actually have to tell you the rest? That’s just embarrassing.”
Renji really wanted to punch him at that moment. “Why the hell are you embarrassed? I’m the one who got trashed and woke up next to a total stranger-”
“It’s embarrassing,” Shuuhei broke in, “because I’ve never left a lover unsatisfied, and now I’ve got a really sexy one who doesn’t even remember the night before. Maybe I need to jog your memory.”
“You’re a pain, Shuuhei,” Renji stated. “And - did you just call me sexy?”
“Yep,” Shuuhei replied. “You’re fun, seem like a good guy, a fantastic dancer, and hot: even now, standing in front of me wearing nothing but cum, you look very sexy. Shame you can’t hold your liquor, but no-one’s perfect.”
Renji felt the blush spreading across his face, and reached for a sheet from his bed.
“Bastard,” he muttered as he pulled at the fabric, then yelped as another set of hands tugged forcefully at the material, pulling a surprised Renji back onto the bed.
The two men tusseled for a few minutes: Renji was the stronger by far, but Shuuhei used his quickness and Renji’s lingering confusion to his advantage. Renji found himself pinned to the bed with Shuuhei straddling his hips, and seeing the dark-haired man in that position triggered something in Renji’s subconscious.
Some kisses are introductions; this wasn’t one of them. Instead, it was a trial by fire: insistent, ardent, speaking of immediate attraction and lust. Renji responded without hesitation, matching the passion and need with his own, more than able to meet the challenge implied.
Renji gasped as the flood of memories continued.
“I’ll be here,” he replied, “but it‘s Renji, not Red.”
“Hmmm, Renji,” the other man said, making Renji’s name sound sensuous, potent. “I’m Shuuhei.”
“Fuck,” Renji breathed out, “Shuuhei.”
Shuuhei leaned down, a cool hand coming to rest on Renji’s cheek. “You alright, Renji?”
Shuuhei leaned over the bed far enough to reach Renji’s midsection, placing one hand on the sheets by Renji’s right hip, the other hand exploring the warm, flushed skin of Renji’s lower abdomen before moving to the now too-tight pants.
“Yeah,” Renji answered, a bit shakily at first, but more in command as he continued, “I’m starting to remember last night. Give me a few moments, okay?”
Shuuhei moved over him once more, holding the base of his cock in one hand while gently palming his balls with the other. His mouth moved over Renji’s length in one swift, enveloping motion, the heat and suction immediately sending bolts of pleasure through him, a low, coiling heat building deep within.
When Renji opened his eyes, he saw concerned dark eyes staring into his own. Hands had moved into Renji’s hair, carding though long red strands, massaging his scalp and relieving his headache.
“You with me, Renji?” Shuuhei asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Renji braced himself for the expected: the usual insincere compliments, the quick, awkward retrieval of clothes, the false promises of a future call or meeting. Thus, he was not prepared for the light prodding that moved him almost to the edge of the bed, turning him onto his side in the process, or the heated, comfortable body spooned against his own.
“Yeah, I think I am,” Renji replied with a grin, reaching his own arms up to take hold of Shuuhei’s face between his hands and pulling him down into the gentle, introductory kiss they had bypassed the night before, but would need for this - and future - mornings.