Fic [Chocolate Paste Is Best Served Chilled (With A Side Of Shinigami)]
HAPPY (LATE) BIRTHDAY RENJI!!!
Title: Chocolate Paste Is Best Served Chilled (With A Side Of Shinigami)
Rating: NC - 17 (NWS)
Beta: live_with_love
Disclaimer: Bleach is not mine.
Pairing: Shuuhei/Renji/Izuru
Warning/Spoilers: None
Word Count: 1,217
Author's Notes: Written for Renji's birthday ;A; I'm sorry it's late!!!!!!!
Abarai Renji trudged home, a little tired and with a bad cramp in his hand. God I hate paperwork, he thought to himself, it’s my goddamn birthday and I had more paperwork than normal!
“Tadai-” Renji stopped half-way through his call and sniffed the air. It smelled suspiciously like pancake batter. He padded into the kitchen and immediately grinned. “Oi Izuru, I think ya got a Shuu stuck to ya shoulder.” The blonde looked up and smiled at him.
“It’s hard not to notice.” Shuuhei growled at that comment, which was soon followed by a soft moan from Izuru, when his neck was bitten and teased.
“Oi, oi. I thought it was my birthday?!” Renji exclaimed, flapping his arms a little bit. The brunette detached himself from Izuru and all but sauntered over to the red head, who couldn’t tear his eyes away from Shuuhei’s darkened ones.
“It is?” He asked softly, backing the red head up against the wall. “Oh, so that’s why Zu’s making taiyaki?” Shuuhei grinned that grin and leant up, tongue flicking out to lather the red head’s earlobe, teeth soon joining and tugging on it. Renji let out a groan, hands flying to grab onto the older shinigami’s hips, steadying the brunette against him. Shuuhei’s lips moved to engage the red head’s, licking them until they opened for him. Tongues met and fought for dominance with a fever, even as the passion escalated. A sigh interrupted them.
“Honestly you two.” The blonde waved his spatula at them in a scolding manner as the two stared at him, trying not to laugh. “Well I suppose it’s better than hitting each other like you used to do.” Izuru rolled his eyes and went back to cooking. Shuuhei and Renji exchanged mischievous grins.
“Want an early birthday present, Renji?” The brunette grinned.
“I think I deserve it after all that damned paperwork!” They both smirked at each other again.
“After you, birthday boy~” In swift, almost practiced movements, Renji grabbed the blonde, pulling him away from his cooking.
“Ah! Renji! Renji! I was cooking your favourite; they’re not finished yet.” Izuru exclaimed, flailing desperately, trying to escape the red head’s tight grasp. “The chocolate filling, it’s going to go to waste.” Shuuhei grinned and pulled it out of the fridge, having turned the cooker off.
“Izuru, are you really still so naïve?” The brunette smirked as Renji pulled him into the bedroom.
“But - but dinner…?” The blonde protested weakly. Renji silenced him with his lips, straddling Izuru and pinning his arms above his head. The red head nipped and sucked on the blonde’s lips before his tongue dove in, running over every inch of the familiar mouth.
“Don’t want dinner.” Renji grinned, leaning down to the blonde’s ear. “Apart from maybe that chocolate paste Shuu’s holding.” He flicked his tongue against Izuru’s ear and he let out a soft whimper. The red head pulled back to look at the blonde and smirked seeing how Shuuhei was now attached to Izuru’s neck. Renji let out a groan and kissed the brunette’s cheek, earning him a grin. The blonde shivered as the sixth fukutaichou undressed him, fingers softly brushing against pale skin.
“R-renji.” Izuru groaned, tugging on his hair tie, pulling it off and flinging it somewhere. Renji chuckled softly.
“You just can’t resist, can you?”
“But you look so pretty, Renji~” The blonde smirked, managing to ignore Shuuhei’s teasing long enough to answer.
“Oh really?” He growled, before pouncing, his teeth fastening around an erect nipple.
“Ah! Nngh-” Izuru moaned, burying a hand in red locks. Shuuhei smirked and pulled the bowl closer on the night stand, scooping up a large amount onto his fingers. He trailed his fingers over the blonde’s other nipple and down the middle of his stomach, stopping at the edge of his hakama. The brunette nudged Renji, who grinned, licking across Izuru’s chest to swirl his tongue around the now chocolaty nipple.
Shuuhei quickly got off the bed, undressing himself before kneeling behind the red head, untying his hakama and obi. Renji kicked his hakama off and quickly slipped the rest of his uniform off too, before returning his attention to the chocolate goop that adorned the blonde’s chest. Izuru writhed beneath him, moaning wantonly at each stroke of the red head’s tongue, leaving him panting heavily when it was all gone.
“Fuck, you two look sexy as hell.” Shuuhei breathed from where he sat at the edge of the bed, stroking his cock. They watched him, taking in the breathy moans, the sweat dripping down his skin and the way his breath sped up with his hand. Renji smirked and grabbed the chocolate, scooping up a large amount and batting Shuuhei’s hand away. He stroked the brunette’s cock, part in teasing and part in covering it in chocolate paste. “F-Fuck!” Shuuhei yelled, when the red head bit down none too gently on one of his nipples.
“Renji, play nice~” Izuru murmured in his ear before trailing his lips down Renji’s back, branching off to trace tattoos. The red head grinned and moved his mouth lower, his tongue flicking out to taste the chocolate.
“Hmm tastes good.” Renji hummed causing the brunette to moan, his hands buried in long crimson strands. The red head’s sinful tongue stroked Shuuhei’s straining erection, devouring the chocolate, his hands pinning the brunette’s hips down.
“D-damnit Renj-” Shuuhei’s moan was muffled by Izuru cupping his cheek and pressing their lips together. The brunette shivered at the gentle kiss, the blonde’s tongue carefully tracing his lips, waiting for them to part before sliding in. Izuru drank in every little moan and whimper from Shuuhei as he drew closer to his orgasm, getting ever desperate for more of Renji’s mouth and tongue around his cock. He stiffened a moment later and the red head continued sucking until he was spent. The blonde released his lips and gave him a soft smile before tackling Renji to the bed with a smirk, kissing him senseless.
“I swear Zu y-ya a little bipolar, ain’t ya?” The red head muttered between moans as Izuru traced a hot trial of kisses down his neck, grinding hungrily against him. The younger shinigami didn’t answer, his main focus on making them both cum. Shuuhei settled beside them, dropping open mouthed kisses onto any available piece of skin that caught his eye, even leaving behind a few bite marks. The red head and blonde moaned wantonly, Izuru whimpering as heat twisted in his gut. He breathed Renji’s name over and over again, panting by his ear. In the end, they came almost simultaneously from friction and the whispers of each other’s names.
Silence reigned as they lay together, each regaining their breath. Izuru was just curling up, feeling a little sleepy and his head resting on Renji’s chest, when said pillow tapped him on the shoulder.
“Zu?”
“Mmm?” The blonde replied.
“Bit hungry now, any chance of some taiyaki?” His answer was a pillow smacking him in the face.
“Happy birthday, Ren. Now go to sleep. After I’ve had a nap.” The blonde muttered brokenly, before dropping off. The red head pulled a face.
“Give Zu a break. He was up before work, making that.” Shuuhei gestured at the glass bowl that was now only half full of chocolate filling. He leant up and kissed the red head. “Happy birthday.” The brunette put his head down on Renji’s chest too and tugged at the blanket half heartedly.
A few more moments passed before the red head’s stomach rumbled loudly.
At least he didn’t get smacked with a pillow this time.