The Black Dragon Ch. 1
Author: Only_daniTitle: The Black Dragon Pt. 1
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/ Characters: RenjiXIshida. other characters in the story are Chad, Ichigo and mentions of Rukia
Warning: No spoilers, just manXman sexing. Reader beware
Summary: A guy's night out leads Uryuu to try and teach Renji how to dance to dire results. Will the redheaded fukutaichou get the hang of things? Well you'll just have to read and find out won't you :)
I was going to post this as a oneshot but I had to split it in two since apparently I have exceeded the word limit for a single entry (WTF?!) Also this was all thanks to a little song called Feel it in my Bones by Tiesto Feat. Tegan and Sara. I personally think the music vid sucks but the song is great in my humble opinion.
Disclaimer: I dont own Bleach, nor do I make any money writing this. Its simply the product of my overactive imagination combined with my overwhelming urge to write.
***It had been a long day Uryu thought darkly to himself while he shuffled through his little closet trying to find the right outfit for the evening. Fridays always held extra classes for him which had made the day seem that much longer and to make it worse one of the professors had given a surprise test - which of course he aced - but that’s not the point, it had succeeded in taking the class from the 45 minutes it usually allotted to an hour instead. He had to eat at the university cafeteria since he had forgotten his lunch at the apartment and when he had gotten home he had somehow been roped into going out. Renji had mentioned that he had never gone clubbing and Ichigo had agreed to accompany him. Somehow those two had wheedled their way into convincing him and Chad on coming as well.
He would have been perfectly happy in staying at home and reading over one of his more favored books with a cup of tea in the warm silence of the apartment that he and Chad shared but since that was unlikely to happen tonight he pulled on a pair of thigh hugging white slacks, preparing for the evening ahead. He had gone through his shirts twice now in trying to find something suitable but in the end had decided on an indigo sleeveless top he had made himself that hugged his midsection and stretched just enough over his shoulders to give the viewer a shadow of toned muscles without making him look too skinny. He was certain that damn Kurosaki would say something about his outfit being ‘too gay’ but at this juncture of the evening he really didn’t care.
“Fuck Uryu hurry up! I swear you take longer than a woman sometimes.” The person of his dark musings voice rang out and Ichigo’s hand knocked sharply on his bedroom door. As if his piercing voice wasn’t enough. He huffed in annoyance and took one more look into the mirror. The top he wore matched well with his eyes and set off the cool pallor of his skin without making him look too pale. He nodded his head once in acceptance of the clothing choice and opened the door impatiently.
“I do not. Now move out of the doorway.” Uryu pulled open the door to an annoyed looking Kurosaki. Ichigo looked him over and rolled his eyes a little but thankfully kept whatever he was thinking to himself. The shinigami’s outfit wasn’t really that much to look at. He had gone with a form fitting long sleeved black button down shirt with black pants and a white belt with a matching white tie. It was so like his shinigami uniform that Uryu shook his head a little at the sight. The only thing slightly different was the fact that his hair, usually only a little spiky was worked into even more spikes, probably with gel or something.
“Finally! Let’s go princess.” Ichigo moved from the doorway and followed Uryu from the hall to the living room. The archer cast Ichigo a disparaging look from over his shoulder.
“It’s not my fault I had late classes today, and besides you didn’t even warn me we were all going out until I got home.” When he turned into the living room he could see Sado was wearing a maroon shirt with cream pinstripes that accented his tan skin and dark hair quite nicely and dark blue jeans. He was always a little under dressed like usual but definitely better than the loud Hawaiian shirts that usually graced his large frame.
When he looked over at Renji his brows shot up. He was wearing a black suit that looked as if it was well tailored; the pants were slim and showed off his muscled legs very well without being overtly sexual. The black jacket he wore was simple and quite elegant against the shirt he wore, which was blood red and matched fantastically with his hair. He wore a thin black tie and the spiky ponytail with his trademark bandana had both been abandoned for the night, and thick tresses of crimson fell in straight lines to the bottom of his shoulder blades.
“Who dressed Abarai?” Uryu asked with a smirk.
“Oh ha-ha very funny. I dressed myself I will have you know.” Renji said as he looked himself self-consciously over with a frown.
“Ok here’s the deal, I have to work tomorrow afternoon so I can probably stick around until midnight but probably not much after. Renji I checked with Chad and you’re staying here for the night since Urahara’s is on the other side of town. Did you talk to Urahara by the way?” Ichigo asked.
“Yeah, the shoten is on patrol tonight so we can all get as hammered as we want.” Renji smiled.
“Maybe you can.” Uryu muttered under his breath and folded his arms across his chest. He didn’t really like the idea of getting drunk. He found when drinking he had a tendency to giggle and the last thing he needed was for that orange haired shinigami to have more ammunition when it came to insults.
“Where should we go first?” Chad asked in his low calm voice.
“Good question. Let’s see… There’s the Diamond?” Ichigo raised his eyebrows and looked to the group.
“I’m not going there, the music sucks.” Uryu said, shaking his head. Old rock beats were all well and good but in order to get the experience of an actual club night the music definitely needed to be better than that.
“What about this place I heard of called the Sakura Petal?” Renji asked and an amused smile worked its way across Ichigo’s face.
“I don’t think that’s our kind of place, it’s more of a -aherm- specialty club.”
“A specialty club? What’s that?” Renji asked.
“The club’s specialty is ladies.” Ichigo replied with a nervous smile and a slight blush started to stain his cheeks.
“Well then let’s go!” Renji said, pumping his thumb at the door.
“No Renji it’s a place where ladies go to meet other ladies. There’s no way you’d get a date, or even a phone number in that place.”
“They have those here? I thought that was just a rumor!”
“They have them for guys as well.” Uryu added as he started slipping his shoes on. By this time Chad was on the house phone calling for a taxi.
“Yeah but we’re not going to one of them either. I remember the last time you dragged me to one of your shitty gay bars Uryu, I swear I almost punched that one guy out he was hitting on me so bad.” Ichigo stated as he opened the door and they all started trailing down the hallway. Uryu bristled at the comment.
“You were the one who took me there when you found out I was gay! You can’t blame me for that one little bit… And it’s not my kind of club either; you just took us to some random place, and a bad one at that.” He shot back indignantly.
“Whatever. Last time I show you support.”
“The taxi should be here in a few minutes. Have we figured out where we’re going?” Chad asked as he locked the door and followed the rest down the small stairwell.
“Well what about the Black Dragon? The music is good enough for fancy pants over here and the girls are easy on the eyes.”
“Will you shut the fuck up and quit taking digs at me? Honestly I don’t even know why I’m coming out tonight.” Uryu said as he folded his arms across his chest again.
“And it’s not as if you can get any girls either now that you and Rukia are together.” Renji shot back at Ichigo.
“I can still look!” Ichigo countered. “… I just can’t talk to them is all.” He added as an afterthought rather sheepishly.
“Che. Whipped.” Renji said.
“Che. Single.”
“I think I see the taxi. Since no one has any other ideas we’re going to the Black Dragon. Any objections?” Uryu looked over the other three. Finding no objections he nodded his head. “Good, let’s go.” Honestly, the quicker they all left the quicker he could get home and call this day over.
The taxi pulled to the curb and all four of them piled into the vehicle. Chad had to sit in the front and although there was more room there he still had to scrunch his body into the confines of the seat. Uryu smiled a little to himself from the back seat. No matter what vehicle he was in he never seemed to be able to quite fit. The rest of the fifteen minute taxi ride was spent in amiable jabs and good natured insults, mostly traded between Renji and Ichigo. Being around the guys without the worry of needing to fight or strategize for the next battle seemed almost strange, like an oppressive veil was lifted and Uryu found himself grudgingly looking forward to enjoying the evening with his friends.
When they finally arrived at the night club they were happy to find a small lineup and it only took a few minutes for them to get in. Uryu’s hand was stamped at the door by a small girl with rather large breasts and a low cut top who wore enough makeup to look plastic and Barbie like. She gave him a wide inviting red lipped smile and motioned with her hand to the doorway beyond. He could easily hear the thump of bass from where he stood and for a moment he felt a small thrill of anticipation. He slipped inside and was immediately assaulted by the music, each beat thrumming inside him.
He loved music; it was his one weakness and he had spent many an evening simply getting lost in the beauty he found in it. Sometimes when a song was so perfect it would make his heart ache with the listening of it and he loved all kinds. When he was studying it was usually classical music, the trilling of piano keys or the soft sound of a violin helping him to delve into his work. When training or exercising it was almost always something hard and dark and there were times where he would find himself pushing that extra little bit just because of it. Rock music was usually playing quietly from the little kitchen radio whenever it was his turn to cook, and on days like this where the day seemed long and the night seemed filled with uncertainty the music blaring from the system inside the club was perfect. Deep even beats melted into the background of a bright sounding guitar and a melodic piano, accompanied by a beautiful masculine voice that made his foot want to tap and strain his ears that extra little bit to make out the words.
“Come on! We’re going to the bar!” Ichigo yelled out to the group and pulled them along until they had formed a small niche at the far edge. He watched the copper head disappear into the mess of people lining up for drinks, leaving the three to their own devices.
“Man it’s loud in here.” Renji yelled in an attempt to be heard over the music.
“That’s the idea. You’re supposed to dance in a place like this.” Uryu responded.
“I can tell, some dirty kinds too! Take a look at them two!” Renji said with a nudge of his chin and the archer followed his eye to catch the couple in question. The song was fast but they were both going at a much slower tempo, grinding their hips together and mashing their faces into one another in a sloppy drunken kiss. He pushed his glasses back up his nose and looked back at Renji. They shared a smile, both shaking their heads in unison.
“Well not everyone dances quite like that.” Uryu mused. Renji looked as if he was going to say more but Ichigo had shown back up, appearing at Uryu’s side with four shot glasses in hand, each brimming with liquid.
“To kick off the night.” Ichigo said and he started handing the drinks out. Uryu eyed his with suspicion. “Your drinking it too Quincy.” Ichigo’s grim tone cut across him as he passed one of the small glasses to Renji and Chad. Uryu lifted his eyes to find bronze ones looking at him with determination.
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t.”
“Yeah but I know that look.”
Uryu frowned. “What look?”
“The one you’ve got now that says there’s no way you’re gonna drink that.”
“You can’t read that simply from the way I looked at something.”
“Oh yes I can.”
Uryu rolled his eyes and took the small drink in hand.
“Should we toast to something?” Chad asked.
“Sure!” Ichigo lifted his drink, a large smile plastered on his face. “To hollows! May they show up as few and far between as Renji’s thoughts do!” He said with a laugh.
“I’m gonna kick your ass in a minute if you keep this up.” Renji narrowed his eyes at the copper head.
“What about to brotherhood?” Chad said in his slow tones and lifted his own little glass. “May we all grow closer as time goes on, may we pick each other up when we fall, and may we all fight side by side for years to come.”
“Wow that was beautiful Sado.” Uryu said, placing a free hand on his chest. Chad seemed to pinken slightly at the comment, head dipping in a self conscious shrug.
“Thanks.”
“Alright, to brotherhood… and what Chad said!” Ichigo called out and the four raised their little glasses together, the tiny sounds of clinking glass lost in the midst of the music. Uryu brought his shot to his lips then tipped it back and swallowed, then coughed explosively, eyes watering.
“What was that crap Ichigo?!” Renji sounded like he was trying to force his words out from a raw throat.
“The hell does that mean?! It’s Tequila. Chad introduced it to me.”
“More like to-kill-ya. Shit that stuff was awful.”
“Fine, get your own drink next time.”
“Don’t worry, I will.” Renji shook his head as if the movement could dislodge the flavor of the drink but by the sour expression on his face the movement fell rather short of the goal.
As a new song came through the speakers Ichigo’s eyes lit up.
“Oh man I love this song! I’m going out there, anyone coming?”
Chad nodded towards Ichigo. “I’ll go.”
“I’ll stay here for now and recover from the poison you just fed us all.” Uryu growled out. He watched Ichigo and Chad disappear into the throngs of people filling the dance floor, then turned and motioned for the bartender so he could get something to hopefully wash the taste of tequila from his mouth.
“Does all alcohol in the real world taste like that?” Renji asked as he eyed the small glasses now resting innocently on the bar.
“Thankfully no. There are some kinds that are quite good.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
Uryu eyed Renji’s quizzical expression for a moment, trying to figure out the best drink for the redhead which didn’t take very long since he didn’t know that many kinds. He decided on something he personally enjoyed and when the bartender made his way over to the two he ordered for both of them. Renji took his drink and eyed it with trepidation, then sniffed suspiciously at the contents. Finding the smell adequate he took a small sip and his eyes lit up as he looked to Uryu.
“Hey this isn’t half bad! What is it?”
“It’s called a screwdriver. It’s made with vodka.”
They sipped their drinks in companionable silence, Uryu watching the clock behind the bar and Renji watching the sea of people dancing their hearts out on the dance floor. More people were starting to show up as the night went on and the somewhat spacious area they were sitting at had become more crowded.
“You’re not having much fun are you?” Renji asked looking over Uryu with a small frown. The archer shrugged noncommittally.
“It’s not that I’m not having fun its just…”
“Not your scene. I get it.”
“Kinda yeah. I don’t really dance.”
“But you love music don’t you?”
“Yes I do.” He said without offering any more.
“I don’t really dance either. I don’t know how to do that stuff.” Renji added as he nodded towards the dance floor.
“You don’t know how to dance?” Uryu looked him over. For someone who was so well versed in other aspects of life he was surprised at the redhead. Renji caught the look and shrugged, one shoulder lifting slightly.
“Ok I know how to but Soul Society is different, it’s not like here.”
“It’s not what you’re used to?”
“Definitely not.” Renji shook his head and looked back at the dance floor.
“It’s really not that hard, to dance I mean. All you usually need to do here is move your hips a little and you should be fine.”
“What like this?” Renji took the last sip of his drink and set it down, then proceeded to move in the most ridiculous fashion imaginable.
“Stop that. Stop that right now.” Uryu grabbed the redhead in the hopes to still the gyrating mess he had just made of himself.
“That bad huh?”
“Yes. That bad.” Uryu deadpanned.
“Well you could probably show me. Just because you don’t dance doesn’t mean you can’t.”
“I’m not teaching you.”
“Fine if you won’t teach me then I’ll just have to learn on my own.” Renji gave him a wicked smile and once again started shaking his hips like a washing machine with an uneven load. Uryu heaved a sigh and grabbed the redheads arm, forcefully removing him from the bar.
“Alright come with me. Just stop doing that.”
He really didn’t want to teach the bastard but just the thought of letting Renji shake his body as if in seizure to the innocent and unsuspecting stares of club goers was enough to pull him to the edge of the dance floor, tattooed fuku-taichou in tow. They were far enough away from the throngs of people but still close enough to watch what they did at a closer location. The music was much louder here and in order to give Renji direction he had to lean into him, catching a faint whiff of fresh shampoo, spicy-sweet cologne and the lingering scent of oranges from his earlier drink that mingled together in his nostrils.
“Do you see that guy over there and the way he’s moving?” Uryu asked, pointing out one male with short spiky dark hair whose hips moved enticingly to every beat of the music, his arms were gliding in flowing movements as he reached above his head, back arching slightly before his hands slid down his body and wrapped smoothly around his partner, pulling her close. “Watch the way he moves his body. You want to catch the beat with the moves you make.”
“Ok, like this then.” Renji nodded and started to move again, more hula dancer like but better than the catastrophe earlier. Uryu frowned again and motioned for him to stop.
“I see this is going to take more drastic measures.”
Renji glared at him momentarily. “Fine smart guy, let’s see your moves.”
“This isn’t about me. I know I can dance, you’ve proven quite well that you can’t.”
“Well that’s why we’re here isn’t it? That is unless you’re not up to the task.” Renji lifted his chin a bit, the unspoken challenge glowing in his eyes and making the archer’s back straighten.
“Fine. Here.” He grabbed Renji’s hands and placed them on his hips. “I’ll go slowly and use small words for you since you have no idea what you’re doing. You want to get your body to move with the music.” He started moving back and forth a little with his hips and the redheads’ eyes widened, whether at the movement or the sudden physical contact Uryu wasn’t sure. After a few minutes Uryu could feel Renji starting to copy his every move, the heat of his hands seeping through the fabric of Uryu’s pants.
“That’s good, once you get the hang of that you can start moving the rest of your body. Try moving your shoulders as well.”
“Kinda like what he’s doing?” Renji pointed out another dancer, this one a tall blonde man dancing in more of a hip-hop style, moving his shoulders and body to the beat in harsh ragged moves but the movements somehow looked well maneuvered and stylish. Uryu was surprised to see it in a place like this but had to admit the guy did well. He looked back to Renji and saw he was trying to attempt the same thing to dire results.
“You’re not allowed to do that ever again.” Uryu snapped and grabbed the vice captains shoulders. He sighed in frustration and stopped moving altogether. There needed to be a better way to do this and he had a pretty good idea how but being so close to the guy was starting to heat his skin in a way he didn’t really want. There really was no hope for it though.
“This is your last lifesaver in this department Abarai, if you don’t get it this time I quit. Got it?” Uryu said in harsh clipped tones.
“What, you don’t want to teach me?”
“Trust me it’s not that.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing. Never mind. Ok follow what I do.” Uryu gave another sigh but squared his shoulders then turned around, pressing his back to the red heads chest. He could feel all of him against his body and the crimson hair reached to tickle his cheek just a little. For a moment he thought that maybe this was one of the worst ideas he had thought up, but a challenge was a challenge and he firmed his resolve to the task at hand. A new song started up that had more of an electronic sound than the last one, the music was easy to follow and he grabbed Renji’s arms and placed them once again on the sides of his hips… And started moving again.
He heard Renji’s breath hitch and was glad he couldn’t see his face as his body moved. After a few moments of uncomfortable jerky uncoordinated steps from the redhead he started to fall into place, every sway and dip he made was followed. He sometimes forgot how quick witted and adaptive Renji was but dancing with him up against his back, with those large calloused hands pressing along his hips moving in exact time to his body, he was impressed at the improvement he was already making. After a few more songs for Renji to get used to the feeling of it he threw in a slight sway of the shoulders and put in a few steps, pulling his body into the beat, letting it take over.
Another song came up, this one lighter, sweeter, with a female soprano and alto, their melodic sweet voices mingling beautifully with the synthesizer sounds that Uryu quite liked. He changed his movements to the beat, Renji now echoing his movements almost to perfection.
He started to lose himself in the voices singing out their beautiful melody, calling out their lyrical prose, the even strong beats of the drums, all of it was beautiful and all of it needed movement. For a moment he forgot about the shitty day with too many classes, the earlier annoyance with Kurosaki or the fact that he and Chad had been dragged to the stupid club they were at and he forgot about the crushing bodies mere feet from his place on the dance floor. All that mattered was the music, the movement, the beauty of each note calling out for more of him and he let himself be taken on the wings of that melody, listening with half an ear to the words washing over him, through him…
It rushes into my heart and my skull
I can’t control,
feel the body, feel it in my bones…
He raised an arm and arched his back just a little so his cheek brushed fleetingly against a strong shoulder, his fingertips ghosting against the soft pink of Renji’s ear and trailing through silky hair, gone in an instant but still tingling along his fingertips. He was starting to sweat now, he could feel the perspiration beading along his skin but he didn’t care, it wasn’t about him any longer. The body behind his moved to echo every movement, and he pressed his back flush against the taller mans chest once more, the long hard body was good at reacting to his moves now and he took it up one more notch, losing himself completely in the dancing. He breathed deep once again that scent of oranges, cologne and shampoo, enjoying the scent flooding into him.
He dropped his hands to the larger ones on his hips and could feel the heartbeat of the music trembling along the backs of his hands. He ran his fingers lightly up his forearms, feeling the hard wiry muscles bunch and give with every move they made together. Renji’s breath hitched again but he ignored it, focusing instead on moving his body to the song.
I feel you in my bones, your knocking at my windows
You’re slowly letting me go, and I know this feeling also
This feeling in my bones…
It was as if the music was speaking directly to him, getting under his skin, filling his essence with the need for abandon in the tune, the words and the beat. One of Renji’s hands started moving from their place on his hips to his waist, pulling him closer into the heat that was Abarai Renji. The other hand was trailing up his side and running along his ribs, higher to his shoulder, and higher still along the tender flesh of his inner arm as he raised it again to wrap it along the toned column of the redheads neck. The song ended, changed, this one heavier, darker than before, with rolling drums and a keening guitar, a raspy tenor replaced the female voices. Their hips were swaying; the redheads hands were moving again, up and down, pulling, pushing pressing.
Uryu gasped at the new feeling starting to surround him. It wasn’t just his hands or his body any longer; he could feel Renji’s reiatsu filling his senses, wrapping them both in a cocoon, distancing them even more from the swarms of people all around them. He could feel it brushing against the entire length of his body, warm and thick, breaking against him in crushing waves with each pulse of the redheads heartbeat. The archer’s breath caught, his fingers tightening in the tangles of long hair as his hand moved and reached to cup the back of his head. He could feel warm breath against the heated skin of his neck, rapid and heavy and he shuddered lightly at the feel of it.
“Hey we were looking for you guys!” Ichigo’s voice shattered through the music and broke the moment. Uryu jumped as if he had been stung. The reiatsu was pulled away so sharply he felt his breath whoosh out of him and he stumbled out of Renji’s grasp. He looked towards the sound of the voice and caught Ichigo watching them both with an unreadable expression on his face. “Uh… what were you two doing?”
“Ishida was teaching me how to dance. Heh” Renji’s voice from behind him sounded strangled and breathless.
“Whatever.” Ichigo looked over Uryu and Renji once more, they were still close but no longer touching. “I was going to head out; it’s pretty much midnight now. Chad is over by the coat check picking our stuff up.”
“Yeah no problem, just give me a minute, I need to go to the bathroom.” Uryu said and with that he practically fled the dance floor. He needed a place to calm his frazzled nerves. Now. This was why he didn’t dance. The music was too much; it always did this to him. It was like some kind of drug burning through his system, making him forget about things just a little bit more than strictly necessary. As he reached the bathroom another problem made itself abundantly clear and he broke out in a cold sweat at the realization.
He was hard.
So hard in fact he could feel his cock throbbing desperately against the tight fabric of his pants. He was glad this club had been so dark; if it had been any lighter out there his problem would have been painfully obvious to anyone who had cared to look. He almost threw himself into one of the grimy bathroom stalls trying to catch his breath and get a handle on his body once again. Abarai did not make me hard. I was just too caught up in the music, that’s all. Abarai did not make me hard. He tried to flood his mind with images in order to get his erection under some semblance of control. Bounts swallowing the life force from humans, hollows eating lost souls, Ichigo’s sardonic smirk, anything that would curb the ache he felt burning deep within his belly and eventually his ragged breathing slowed to a somewhat normal pace, and his body became his own once more.
He took a few more steadying breaths and straightened, then pulled his shirt self-consciously down and shook himself a little before leaving the stall. He walked towards the sink and caught a look of himself in the mirror and saw himself staring back. His eyes were bright and wide, cheeks flushed pink and his hair was slightly mussed. A thin sheen of sweat covered his face and he noticed his hands were shaking as he reached up to tidy his hair. He ran his slightly trembling fingers through it to put it back in place, then took off his glasses to splash water over his heated face then left the bathroom. When he met with his friends once more he was back in control, if a little shaky.
“Hey Uryu, about time you graced us with your presence.” Ichigo said with a big smile. He was swaying a little and looked at Uryu with slightly unfocused eyes.
“Shut up Kurosaki.” He snapped and snatched his jacket from his waiting hands and elbowed him out of the way of the door. Outside was much cooler and he could feel his sweat starting to dry on his skin and closed his eyes, inhaling deeply the cool evening air. He could feel his reiatsu even before he opened his eyes, flickering against his senses. Renji had come up beside him, standing close.
“I’m pretty sure Sado and Ichigo are drunk. Sado’s leaning against the wall over there and Ichigo keeps swaying.” He said in an amused tone.
Uryu rolled his eyes. “No surprise there. I’ll call a taxi then.”
It hadn’t taken too long for one to show up and they all piled in the vehicle once more, this time Uryu and Renji had to help Chad and Ichigo into their seats since they had taken to drinking rather than dancing that evening.
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