Fic [Injuries]
Title: Injuries
Rating: NC-17 (not worksafe)
Beta: live_with_love
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach D: I just like to mess with thecharacter's heads. Also both characters are legal (several times over lets face it XD)
Pairing(s): Shuuhei/Renji
Spoilers: Spoilers for SS arc
Word count: 1,424
Summary: First fic request. This is for ldybastet who requested Shuu/Ren with the prompt taking care of injuries leads to more intimate comfort. Please enjoy!
It was supposed to have been a simple sparring session, one that perhaps Shuuhei needed more than Renji, still annoyed about the fact that that bastard Ayasegawa had handed his ass to him on a plate. But then the red head had tried to pull some stupid stunt that he’d never even tried before and this had happened.
“You’re a fuckin’ idiot sometimes you know that?” The brunette muttered, as he studied the cuts on the red head’s chest and arm. They weren’t that deep; thankfully, Shuuhei had had just about enough time to pull back most of the strength behind the attack before he struck.
“Thanks sempai.” Renji replied with a growl, at the insult even if he was sitting in the middle of said shinigami’s living room bleeding…ok so maybe he was a bit of an idiot sometimes.
“Don’t move.” Shuuhei ordered, before getting up to find first aid resources. Like the red head was going to get up so he could bleed a bit faster. His fellow vice-captain returned with bandages and ointment not a moment later and sat facing the red head again. “You shouldn’t try things like that without thinking them through first. If I’d been moving faster these cuts would be a lot nastier.” Renji didn’t reply as the ointment stung the open wounds when Shuuhei carefully applied it.
“Ya coulda warned me it would sting, sempai.” The red head muttered in indignation.
“Don’t be such a baby.” Shuuhei replied, smirking up at the red head from his current position level with Renji’s chest.
“Yeah well…” The red head began to babble, cheeks flushing. The brunette was so close he could feel his breath ghosting over his skin. Renji immediately redirected his attention to the wall, the very interesting blank wall. Yeah interesting that wall. Shuuhei didn’t notice he’d already returned his attention to the red head’s injuries. “What are you doing sempai?” The sixth division vice captain questioned, feeling a sudden warmth spread out from the injuries and the stinging lessen.
“Kira showed me how to do this ages ago, hopefully it’ll make the wounds heal faster or at least not hurt as much.”
“Oh I see.” He replied softly. “Ow!” He exclaimed a moment later. “What the hell you poking me for? They were bleeding a moment ago remember?”
“I was just wondering if the pain had stopped; sorry.” Shuuhei answered, glancing up at him. Renji watched in almost morbid fascination as the brunette leant forward and kissed one of the cuts.
“Better?” He whispered, though he might as well have shouted at the red head whose cheeks had flushed a red near in colour to his hair.
“Yeah….” He trailed off, watching the older shinigami lean up to kiss him. Though he’d watched his sempai draw closer it still came as a slight shock when those soft lips pressed against his. A simple press of Shuuhei’s tongue and he parted his lips, eyes closed as the tongue far more skilled than his slid against his and around his mouth tasting, teasing. The brunette easily pushed him to lie on the floor not once breaking the kiss and he slid a hand across Renji’s chest taking in the contrast of texture between warm skin and the inked tattoos. Renji groaned pushing up into the touch running a hand through spiked black locks the other sliding down his sempai’s chest pulling lightly at the kimono part of his uniform.
“As impatient as ever.” Shuuhei murmured, tangling his fingers in bright red hair and tugging to expose Renji’s neck. His tongue traced the tattoos scraping his teeth over the heated skin. The red head moaned and shuddered under the assault and bucked his hips against the hot, tight body above him causing them both to groan at the contact. “Fuck…” Shuuhei breathed against the red head’s chest, nipping at a point just below his collar bone and sliding his hands to rest on tattooed hips. One hand slid up the red head’s stomach pinching a nipple as his mouth enclosed around the other drawing the ignored bud between his lips. The brunette lathered the pert bud to gasps and moans from Renji who now had both hands threaded through short spiky hair. Renji slid his hands over the older shinigami’s body this time managing to pull apart the uniform revealing hard, sculpted muscles when Shuuhei let go of the red head’s nipple. He smirked at the other vice-captain. “Should we move this somewhere more comfortable, Renji?” The red head barely managed to hold back a shudder at the sheer arousal and sexiness dripping from the other’s voice.
“Y-yeah.” He muttered, allowing Shuuhei to help him up and lead him into the bedroom Renji vaguely wondering if his sempai had always swayed his hips like that when he walked. The brunette pulled Renji down to crush their lips together tongue slipping between soft lips as his hands busied themselves with removing the red hand’s hakama before quickly getting to work on his own. He reached up his hands to pull out the red head’s hair tie letting the silky tresses cascade down into his fingers. Shuuhei pulled back and placed a hand to the tattooed shinigami’s chest pushing him back onto the bed following and straddling the warm body. He slid open a drawer and found the tub he was looking for. Their lips met in a passionate kiss hot and hard as the brunette flipped open the cap squirting the lotion onto his fingers. The brunette slid his lips from Renji’s trailing down his fit body biting and licking taking note of the moans from the red head picking out which areas were most sensitive for another time. He moved from the shinigami’s waist gripping one hip as he took the head of Renji’s straining erection between his lips. The red head gasped and bucked into the hot, wet mouth but found himself held back by the strong hand on his hip. “Shuuhei…” The brunette touched the red head’s entrance sliding his finger around the rim before slipping inside. Renji was immediately torn between trying to buck up into his sempai’s mouth or push down so his finger would stop moving so damn slow. Shuuhei took more of the red head’s cock tongue tracing the contours lapping up pre-cum as it slid down the underside of Renji’s shaft to distract him from the second finger pushed into his body. The red head told himself to relax waiting until blinding pleasure lurched through him when Shuuhei hit his prostrate. “Shi- nngh.” Garbled moans and gasps escaped him not even noticing the brunette sliding in a third finger stretching him apart.
“Ready?” The older shinigami asked, letting Renji’s cock slip from his lips and removing his fingers.
“Yes.” The red head replied firmly and Shuuhei leant up to press their lips together pressing into Renji’s tight entrance. Their groans mingled together as tongues collided and fought. Shuuhei stilled waiting for the red head to tell him to move. Renji, a moment later, rocked his hips against the brunette’s. “Move.” He whispered desperately in between heated kisses. Shuuhei smirked and pulled out of Renji nearly all the way only to slam back in. They both cursed as pleasure flooded through them and continued at that brutal pace, the brunette constantly pounding into the red head’s sweet spot. “Fuck - ah - Shuuhei!” Renji groaned, pushing back against the brunette meeting him half way.
“Gods, Renji.” He felt himself drawing closer and reached for the red heads cock pumping it in time with his thrusts.
“Sh-Shuuhei!” Renji moaned, cum splattering their chests and the brunette’s hand. His muscles clamped around Shuuhei sporadically as he came pushing the brunette over the edge. The red head lets out a soft moan when Shuuhei cums inside him, himself feeling hazy and exhausted. After a moment of panting and cooling off Shuuhei found the energy to move and pull out of the red head wringing a moan of protest from him.
“Don’t do anything stupid again alright?” The brunette muttered, pulling the red head closer and tugging the sheets over them. Renji snorted.
“Stupid thing to ask with this kind of incentive sempai.” Shuuhei punched his shoulder.
“Idiot.” He mumbled, sleep tugging at his mind.
“Mm hmm.” The red head answered, pushing his nose against the older shinigami’s throat arm wrapping around his waist.
“Don’t need to lose any fukutaichou too.” But Renji didn’t hear him already asleep and Shuuhei let it tug him into it’s sweet embrace.