Bleach - Playing with Fire - Chapter Four
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dracoqueen22a/n: At last! The scene you've all been waiting for. This is most definitely NSFW!!!
Title: Playing with Fire
Pairings: ShinjixRenji, UraharaxIchigo, ShinjixUrahara (past)
Rating: M
Warning: afterwar, spoilers, AU-ish, boysmut, kink, foul language, OOC, crack
Description: On a surprise visit, Shinji runs into Renji and finds himself intrigued. A chase ensues.
(One)(Two)(Two.Five)(Three)(Three.Five)(Four)
Abarai hadn't left, a fact which brought Shinji much glee. He'd expected the Shinigami to turn tail and run, to escape before Shinji could get his hands all over that tattooed body. Instead, Abarai had stuck around, sneaking Shinji knowing, heated glances.
Abarai had disappeared for the afternoon, doing heaven knew what, but he returned to the shoten in the evening. And all during the evening Shinji could feel the weight of those amber eyes. It made him grin, made his pants too tight and he had to excuse himself from the table to the privacy of the bathroom.
He'd jerked off thinking of Abarai's tattoos, that sexy fanged grin, and sweat painted over tanned skin. He'd entertained countless positions and the feel of such reckless reiatsu buzzing over his skin. He came with a bitten off cry, vowing to himself that he would have Abarai writhing beneath him soon enough.
By the time he returned to the dinner table, Abarai was gone, Ichigo had mysteriously disappeared, and Kisuke was watching him with a knowing gleam in his eyes. The damn perverted bastard. He probably had cameras everywhere, if Shinji knew Kisuke half as well as he thought he did. No small wonder that Kisuke and Lisa got on as well as they did.
“Any luck?” Kisuke asked.
“I don't kiss and tell,” Shinji said.
Kisuke grinned slowly, like he knew some secret that Shinji didn't. “You never had a problem doing so before.”
“Mebbe things 're different now,” Shinji retorted and tried to pick up his dinner again. But it had grown cold and he was no longer hungry for food.
Kisuke practically cackled. “Yeah, right,” he said, and popped more rice into his mouth. “My surveillance system tells me otherwise.”
“I should have known you had cameras,” Shinji said with a groan, but he couldn't fight the grin twitching at the corner of his lips. “Tell me ya kept it at least.”
“Of course I did,” Kisuke retorted, sounding affronted. “That's prime video! Why? Would you like a copy of it?”
Shinji chuckled to himself. “Depends on what it'll cost me.”
“Trust me. The sight alone more than covers the cost.” Kisuke smacked his lips as though savoring some delicious morsel. “I should have taken advantage of dear Abarai-kun the first chance I had. Now, I'll never know. I've been ruined by monogamy.”
Rolling his eyes, Shinji pushed more food around the plate before deciding he was done. “Ichigo isn't exactly a bad catch.”
“Did I sound like I regretted him or something?”
“No.” Shinji shook his head, borrowed the use of a napkin, and rose to his feet. “I'm just sayin' that jealousy doesn't become ya, Ki-chan.” He grinned and swept a hand over his hair. “In your case, I think I'd enjoy monogamy.”
Kisuke snorted. “Hands off, pervert.”
“Case of pot and kettle, my friend. Pot and kettle,” Shinji teased and made his escape from the dining room, knowing that Kisuke watched his exit warily. Shinji wouldn't ever really try to sweep Ichigo out from under Kisuke's nose, but he could understand Kisuke's comments. Shinji wished he'd gotten a taste before Kisuke had ruined Ichigo with monogamy.
He sighed. Ah, but for chances wasted. But then, Abarai wasn't exactly a box of tissues for a consolation prize.
Shinji wandered into the library, killing some time by puttering through Kisuke's vast collection. But as usual, the available texts were dry and scientific reading, hardly enough to keep Shinji awake. In the back corner, he found a small selection of decent fiction and snagged a couple, returning to his room. Along the way he passed by the room that had been loaned to Abarai for his use.
Tomorrow, he thought, Definitely tomorrow. I will corner Abarai somewhere. He wasn't sure where, exactly, but he would make it happen. That one taste simply had not been enough. Shinji wanted more.
He spent an hour trying to get distracted by the story of the first book, but it just wasn't interesting enough. The author's writing was dry and failed to engage and he spent most of his time skimming the meandering descriptions. But it did benefit in making Shinji sleepy, so he set it aside, bookmark between the pages, and clicked off the lamp by his futon.
Shinji closed his eyes, tried to get comfortable, and entertained himself with vivid images of all the dirty things he would do to Abarai once the redhead gave him leave. He'd have to borrow some of Kisuke's toys to make a good bit of it possible, but he was sure the other blond wouldn't mind. Not one bit. Especially if he got to enjoy the videos later.
A grin curving his lips, Shinji turned on his side and thought about sleep. That was until the noises started. His eyes popped open and he glared at the wall. Kisuke must have planned this on purpose, making his walls so thin that anyone could hear when he was boinking his lover-boy. Except...
Shinji chuckled to himself, rolling his eyes. It sounded an awful lot like Ichigo was the one bending Kisuke backward on the futon. Shinji remembered that very well. Kisuke looked quite tasty on his back, flushed and sweaty and begging for it. Shinji didn't blame Ichigo for wanting a piece of that.
But still... right now? Did they have to? When Shinji was trying to sleep, already sexually frustrated from a redheaded cock tease?
He thought about putting a pillow over his head, but he knew that wouldn't muffle the noises any more than the walls had managed. Shinji was just going to have to listen to it until they were done, and knowing them, that could be an hour or two from now. Sighing, he curled on his side and shoved his hands into his pajama bottoms, curling fingers around his half-hard shaft.
Shinji leisurely stroked himself, lingering in sensation, wishing that he had more than his fingers to satisfy. Thinking that if only Abarai were here, things would be a hell of a sexier.
Of course, that was the moment someone chose to knock on his door. It was a light tap, as though the visitor were conscious of the fact Shinji might be sleeping this time of night. Shinji stretched out his senses, and a gleeful smile curled his lips. It was Abarai. Sometimes wishes did come true.
“Come in,” he called, and withdrew his hand from his pajama bottoms. He wouldn't need to take care of himself after all.
The door slid open and Abarai stepped inside, dressed in nothing but a loose pair of borrowed sweatpants that drooped enticingly from his hips. There was a tantalizing glimpse of hipbone that made Shinji's insides lance with heat. More than that, however, was the fact that Abarai's long hair was loose, a spill of blood-colored strands over his shoulder, a perfect contrast to his dark tattoos.
A loud cry rose up from the next room over, a desperate demand for more that could only have come from Kisuke. A flush darkened Abarai's cheeks as he glanced at the wall.
“They're louder in here,” he commented offhandedly, stepping fully inside and closing the door behind him with a quiet thump.
He didn't exactly look uneasy standing there in front of the door, but he didn't look confident either. More like he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do and was waiting for a sign – or perhaps invitation – from Shinji.
“I think they're doin' this on purpose,” Shinji commented, and crossed his arms behind his head, knowing that his erection was a noticeable bulge beneath the blanket. “It might even be a challenge.”
Abarai snorted, but looked at the wall when there was an interesting thump. “Challenge, huh?” he repeated, sounding intrigued, arms hanging at his side.
“Yeah.” Shinji made no secret of the way he was eying Abarai, wondering what it would take to get the redhead to strip out of those thin pants and join Shinji on the futon. “Wanna see if we can do better?”
Those amber-red eyes swung back toward Shinji, and a dark brow arched. “Are ya serious?”
“There's gotta be some reason ya came to my room in the middle of the night,” Shinji said, sitting up enough that the blanket slid down, revealing that he wore no shirt beneath. “I know it ain't fer a heart to heart.”
Abarai smirked. “No, it isn't.” He moved closer, just a few steps, and Shinji watched as he dropped to his knees, crawling forward until he was perched over Shinji like he were some kind of predator.
Well, well.
Shinji licked his lips. “Are you accepting my invitation then?”
“I thought that was obvious,” Abarai returned, his voice a deep purr that traveled straight to Shinji's cock. “Though yer probably the type that needs a practical demonstration, right?” he asked.
Before Shinji could answer, Abarai leaned forward on his palms and closed the short distance between them, sealing their lips together in a hungry kiss. Shinji groaned as their tongues touched and his hands came up, instantly burying themselves in Abarai's hair and tangling in the silky strands. He fucking loved Abarai's hair, and Shinji got a good grip on it, giving it a light tug that pulled a whine from Abarai's throat.
Shinji grinned into the kiss. He knew it. Abarai liked the rough stuff.
The redhead pushed their bodies closer together, one hand grabbing the blanket that covered Shinji's hips and legs, and tugged it aside. Shinji took that opportunity to give a firmer yank on Abarai's hair, enough to pull at the scalp and sting. Abarai grunted and broke off the kiss, tongue sliding over reddened lips and eyes dark with need.
“You like that?” Shinji asked, and this time his voice was low and husky, edged with desire.
“I think that's pretty obvious,” Abarai growled and attacked Shinji's throat, lips and teeth and tongue scraping across his flesh, making him shiver.
Shinji sucked in a breath and then a hand planted on his chest, giving him a solid push. He thumped backward and Abarai followed him down, mouth tracing a hot trail across his chest and over to his nipples. His tongue swiped over the peaked bud on the right, encountering the cool glimmer of metal. Teeth got a hold of the silver ring, giving it a light tug that made Shinji arch, and his cock twitch.
“Heh,” Abarai chuckled, lips and tongue assaulting Shinji's nipple without pause. “Ya didn't have these yesterday.”
Dragging his fingers down the length of long, scarlet hair, Shinji smirked. “I didn't want to give away everything,” he said, and then bit back a gasp as Abarai switched to the left, worrying the untouched nipple with his lips and tongue, teeth tugging at the ring in a perfect rhythm to the slow beat of Shinji's heart, arousal thrumming through him. “You like, I take it?”
“I'm curious,” Abarai said, his palms cupping Shinji's side and sliding downward, resting on the waistband of his sweatpants, toying with the fabric. “Got any other piercings I should know about?”
Shinji bucked his hips, trying to encourage Abarai toward the removal of said pajama bottoms. “You could undress me and find out.”
Chuckling, the vice captain sat back on his heels, forcing Shinji to release his grip on all that fine hair. Fingers curled around the waistband and Abarai gave a pointed tug. Shinji helpfully lifted his lips, and the thin material was easily tugged off and aside.
Shinji pointed with his toes at Abarai's remaining garment. “Off,” he commanded.
“I was gettin' to that,” Abarai replied, rolling his eyes, but he shimmied out of his pants too and tossed them over his shoulder.
Shinji pointedly leered at the inches of bare skin that were revealed, tanned flesh in beautiful contrast to those dark tattoos, some of which ventured lower than Shinji would have expected. There were none on Abarai's cock, which proved he wasn't a total masochist, but still, those were some tender areas!
“Nice,” Shinji said, licking his lips.
Abarai rolled his eyes and moved back over Shinji, straddling his upper thighs. “Yer not too bad yerself,” he said, with a lingering look at Shinji's nipple rings and a teasing stroke of his finger down the length of Shinji's cock. “Got lube?”
Shinji's eyebrows made a mad dash for his hairline. “That wasn't what we agreed,” he said, though Abarai was certainly doing pleasant things to his cock that made him hard to disagree with.
Abarai grinned, displaying those almost fang-like incisors that made Shinji's insides twist with want. “I said ya could fuck me,” he purred in a dark, sexy tone. “I didn't say ya'd get ta be on top.”
Shinji stifled a burst of laughter and dug under the futon for the bottle of oil he'd stashed there earlier. “Throwing my own words back at me, I see,” he said, handing over the bottle.
Accepting it gracefully, Abarai rose to his knees as he poured the unscented oil over his fingers. “Just wanted to make sure yer payin' attention is all,” he said and as Shinji watched with bated breath, the tattooed Shinigami reached around, two slick fingers prodding at his entrance.
Shinji's mouth went dry; he loved watching his lovers finger themselves and Abarai was no exception. He panted, grimaced, worked his fingers and rocked his hips in a minute rhythm as he stretched himself. Shinji's palms landed on Abarai's thigh, smoothing over sculpted muscle, itching to join in. But for right now, this was Abarai's show, so he'd let him think he was in control.
Abarai sucked in a breath, arousal flushing his face a shade to match his hair, before he withdrew his fingers and focused slick fingers on Shinji's cock.
Shinji groaned as those talented fingers gripped his length, stroking the oil over his cock. He licked his lips as in the next room over, more groans rose through the walls, as though in challenge. For a moment, Shinji had forgotten about his exhibitionistic neighbors.
Amber eyes cut to the wall. “There they go again,” Abarai said, shifting forward until he straddled Shinji's hips, the Vizard's cock positioned just perfect. One hand pressed to Shinji's abdomen as the other guided the head of Shinji's length to Abarai's puckered entrance.
“Guess that means we'd better catch up,” Shinji said with a pointed glance at Abarai, his hips rocking upward.
“Yeah, yeah. Impatient bastard,” Abarai retorted, rolling his eyes, but he sank down anyway, Shinji sliding inside of tight, velvety heat with a flood of sensation that made the Vizard groan. Damn, but Abarai felt good.
Abarai grunted, a flash of discomfort flitting over his face as both hands braced themselves on Shinji's abdomen and he rocked his hips downward, taking Shinji to the hilt. His insides clenched around Shinji's cock, and pleasure cascaded down Shinji's spine.
“Ya good?” Shinji gasped, his hands sliding up Abarai's thighs to grip his hips, fingers rhythmically clenching.
“Been a while,” Abarai groaned in return, but his own erection hadn't lagged, and he hadn't asked to stop. Instead, he sucked in a breath, pushed himself upward, and dropped back down again, beginning a steady, deep cadence that made Shinji's face contort with pleasure.
Oh yeah. This was everything he'd wanted and more.
Abarai soon relaxed, his discomfort easing, and his movements became more energetic, more hungry. He picked himself up and slammed himself back down, the slap of flesh on flesh echoing in the room. Abarai was much quieter than their noisy neighbors, but each soft groan and eager panting was more arousing to Shinji than the obvious cries from the next room over.
Besides, watching sweat streak down that tattooed flesh was more than enough eye candy to make Shinji grin.
This was damn good, but it still wasn't what Shinji had in mind. He'd wanted to pin Abarai beneath him, wanted to fuck him good and hard.
Shinji's grip tightened, his insides twisting with heat, pooling in his groin, making him throb. But he wanted more.
Licking his lips, giving Abarai a flash of the metal on his tongue, Shinji grinned and tightened his hold on Abarai's hips. “My turn,” he purred, and surged upward, surprising Abarai with the sudden shift.
The Shinigami abruptly flailed. He shouted as he went flying backward, landing half on the futon and half on the tatami, hair spread out behind him. One hand flew out to catch himself as he landed with a thump.
Shinji curled his fingers under Abarai's upper thighs as he slid between the Shinigami's legs and easily plunged back inside Abarai's entrance. Abarai groaned, though the fire in his eyes demanded an explanation.
“What the fuck?” he shouted, anger dissolving into arousal as Shinji thrust into him, angled just so, cock raking across Abarai's prostate. A low moan echoed from Abarai's throat.
Grinning, Shinji leaned over the Shinigami, who wisely wrapped his legs around Shinji's waist, and planted one hand near Abarai's head. “A change of pace.”
“Selfish bastard!” Abarai ground out, but his hips snapped upward and met Shinji thrust for thrust, head snapping back against the tatami. “I better get my turn then.”
“Whatever ya want,” Shinji purred and leaned closer, lips inches from Abarai's own. “Just let me have my way with ya tonight,” he added, and sealed their mouths together in a wet, messy kiss that was like icing to a cake.
Abarai groaned into the kiss, a wordless agreement, and wrapped one arm around Shinji's back, holding him close. His other hand snaked between their bodies, wrapping sword-calloused fingers around his neglected cock.
“Fine,” he gritted out. “Whatever. But ya better not disappoint.”
Shinji leered. “Oh, that's one thing ya don't have ta worry about,” he boasted, and slammed forward, plunging into Abarai with a heavy thrust that caused the redheaded Shinigami's breath to hitch and something a lot like a whimper to echo in his throat.
His face flushed, brown-red eyes half-lidded with pleasure. Abarai, in the midst of desire, was a sight to behold, and not for the first time did Shinji congratulate himself on his fantastic luck in choosing to visit Kisuke at this perfect time.
Warmth pooling in his belly, Shinji picked up the paces of his thrusts, glad for the change in angle which caused Abarai to squeeze him just right. It was like sliding into velvety heat that gripped his cock and dragged him into a spiral of pleasure.
“Don't... ah... come in me,” Abarai demanded on the edge of a growl, throwing his head back as he bucked his hips.
Shinji groaned, feeling like he was being snatched away from a delicious treat. “What? Why?” He wasn't whining. No, he wasn't.
“Because I don't feel like taking a bath, that's why,” Abarai retorted, and his fingers dug into Shinji's back, half out of warning, half out of arousal.
Rolling his eyes, Shinji huffed. He was already so damn close and this was seriously inconvenient. He shoved his hips forward, one last time, rocking Abarai's body roughly and then suddenly pulled out, slamming their hips together. He ground down, his oil-slick cock rubbing against Abarai's and the back of those thick knuckles.
Abarai groaned and Shinji hissed in pleasure as he curled his fingers around their arousals and frantically jerked the both of them off, arousal twisting in his belly like a hot knife. It sizzled down his spine, exploded in the back of his head like multi-colored fireworks, and he panted like a mad beast, the sound of Abarai's equally labored breathing the perfect accompaniment.
Muttering something wordless under his breath, Shinji groaned as his release felt as if it was ripped from him, and he splattered over their combined grip, making a sticky mess. Abarai got a handful of blond hair and pulled Shinji down, breathing hot and damp over Shinji's lips before yanking him into a kiss that was teeth and tongue, no style, just heat and hunger.
It was tantalizingly sexy and Shinji groaned into the kiss as Abarai twisted and bucked beneath him, body straining toward release of his own. Shinji squeezed Abarai's cock, fingers working him just right, and was rewarded with the warm splatter of come across his fingers, some of it dripping onto Abarai's rippled abdomen.
Abarai moaned, long and low, breaking off the kiss to lay his head back as he shook with the last quivers of his release. His hand fell away from his cock and Shinji unwound his fingers as well, tipping to the side so that his exhausted body wouldn't make for a hot, sticky blanket over Abarai's own. He, too, sprawled half-on, half-off the futon.
“Shit,” Shinji panted, though his exclamation was hardly one of disappointment. Sweat coated his body, and he could still feel the tremors of pleasure vibrating through him.
Abarai made a noise that was possibly disagreement, swiping a hand down his face and grimacing when he realized he'd accidentally smeared some of the sticky mess on his cheek. “Gross.”
Shinji laughed. “Wasn't gross thirty seconds ago.”
“Yeah, well, it's just a mess now,” Abarai retorted, but he didn't make much effort to move. For that matter, neither did Shinji.
He reached out with a leg, prodded Abarai in the calf with his toe. “Get a towel.”
“Hand me some pants or somethin'.”
“Yer not stainin' my pants with yer fluids.”
“It's yer mess, too.”
Shinji snorted and closed his eyes, contemplating if he had enough energy to roll over and pin Abarai again, or if he'd need another nap.
“They're quiet now,” Abarai said, his voice disturbing the echoing quiet.
Despite himself, Shinji chuckled. “Guess we shut 'em up.”
“Guess we did.”
Shinji licked his lips, eyes shifting to the side where they traced a bead of sweat as it trailed down the side of Abarai's neck, tracking the line of a dark tattoo. “Ready for round two, then?”
There was a moment of waiting before Abarai cracked a grin. “Give it yer best shot.”
Oh, that sounded like a challenge. One Shinji would gladly accept.
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a/n: There's a teensy-tiny epilogue to wrap things up and then I can call this fic complete. Yay!
Feedback is always welcome and appreciated.
Title: Playing with Fire
Pairings: ShinjixRenji, UraharaxIchigo, ShinjixUrahara (past)
Rating: M
Warning: afterwar, spoilers, AU-ish, boysmut, kink, foul language, OOC, crack
Description: On a surprise visit, Shinji runs into Renji and finds himself intrigued. A chase ensues.
(One)(Two)(Two.Five)(Three)(Three.Five)(Four)
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Chapter Four
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Chapter Four
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Abarai hadn't left, a fact which brought Shinji much glee. He'd expected the Shinigami to turn tail and run, to escape before Shinji could get his hands all over that tattooed body. Instead, Abarai had stuck around, sneaking Shinji knowing, heated glances.
Abarai had disappeared for the afternoon, doing heaven knew what, but he returned to the shoten in the evening. And all during the evening Shinji could feel the weight of those amber eyes. It made him grin, made his pants too tight and he had to excuse himself from the table to the privacy of the bathroom.
He'd jerked off thinking of Abarai's tattoos, that sexy fanged grin, and sweat painted over tanned skin. He'd entertained countless positions and the feel of such reckless reiatsu buzzing over his skin. He came with a bitten off cry, vowing to himself that he would have Abarai writhing beneath him soon enough.
By the time he returned to the dinner table, Abarai was gone, Ichigo had mysteriously disappeared, and Kisuke was watching him with a knowing gleam in his eyes. The damn perverted bastard. He probably had cameras everywhere, if Shinji knew Kisuke half as well as he thought he did. No small wonder that Kisuke and Lisa got on as well as they did.
“Any luck?” Kisuke asked.
“I don't kiss and tell,” Shinji said.
Kisuke grinned slowly, like he knew some secret that Shinji didn't. “You never had a problem doing so before.”
“Mebbe things 're different now,” Shinji retorted and tried to pick up his dinner again. But it had grown cold and he was no longer hungry for food.
Kisuke practically cackled. “Yeah, right,” he said, and popped more rice into his mouth. “My surveillance system tells me otherwise.”
“I should have known you had cameras,” Shinji said with a groan, but he couldn't fight the grin twitching at the corner of his lips. “Tell me ya kept it at least.”
“Of course I did,” Kisuke retorted, sounding affronted. “That's prime video! Why? Would you like a copy of it?”
Shinji chuckled to himself. “Depends on what it'll cost me.”
“Trust me. The sight alone more than covers the cost.” Kisuke smacked his lips as though savoring some delicious morsel. “I should have taken advantage of dear Abarai-kun the first chance I had. Now, I'll never know. I've been ruined by monogamy.”
Rolling his eyes, Shinji pushed more food around the plate before deciding he was done. “Ichigo isn't exactly a bad catch.”
“Did I sound like I regretted him or something?”
“No.” Shinji shook his head, borrowed the use of a napkin, and rose to his feet. “I'm just sayin' that jealousy doesn't become ya, Ki-chan.” He grinned and swept a hand over his hair. “In your case, I think I'd enjoy monogamy.”
Kisuke snorted. “Hands off, pervert.”
“Case of pot and kettle, my friend. Pot and kettle,” Shinji teased and made his escape from the dining room, knowing that Kisuke watched his exit warily. Shinji wouldn't ever really try to sweep Ichigo out from under Kisuke's nose, but he could understand Kisuke's comments. Shinji wished he'd gotten a taste before Kisuke had ruined Ichigo with monogamy.
He sighed. Ah, but for chances wasted. But then, Abarai wasn't exactly a box of tissues for a consolation prize.
Shinji wandered into the library, killing some time by puttering through Kisuke's vast collection. But as usual, the available texts were dry and scientific reading, hardly enough to keep Shinji awake. In the back corner, he found a small selection of decent fiction and snagged a couple, returning to his room. Along the way he passed by the room that had been loaned to Abarai for his use.
Tomorrow, he thought, Definitely tomorrow. I will corner Abarai somewhere. He wasn't sure where, exactly, but he would make it happen. That one taste simply had not been enough. Shinji wanted more.
He spent an hour trying to get distracted by the story of the first book, but it just wasn't interesting enough. The author's writing was dry and failed to engage and he spent most of his time skimming the meandering descriptions. But it did benefit in making Shinji sleepy, so he set it aside, bookmark between the pages, and clicked off the lamp by his futon.
Shinji closed his eyes, tried to get comfortable, and entertained himself with vivid images of all the dirty things he would do to Abarai once the redhead gave him leave. He'd have to borrow some of Kisuke's toys to make a good bit of it possible, but he was sure the other blond wouldn't mind. Not one bit. Especially if he got to enjoy the videos later.
A grin curving his lips, Shinji turned on his side and thought about sleep. That was until the noises started. His eyes popped open and he glared at the wall. Kisuke must have planned this on purpose, making his walls so thin that anyone could hear when he was boinking his lover-boy. Except...
Shinji chuckled to himself, rolling his eyes. It sounded an awful lot like Ichigo was the one bending Kisuke backward on the futon. Shinji remembered that very well. Kisuke looked quite tasty on his back, flushed and sweaty and begging for it. Shinji didn't blame Ichigo for wanting a piece of that.
But still... right now? Did they have to? When Shinji was trying to sleep, already sexually frustrated from a redheaded cock tease?
He thought about putting a pillow over his head, but he knew that wouldn't muffle the noises any more than the walls had managed. Shinji was just going to have to listen to it until they were done, and knowing them, that could be an hour or two from now. Sighing, he curled on his side and shoved his hands into his pajama bottoms, curling fingers around his half-hard shaft.
Shinji leisurely stroked himself, lingering in sensation, wishing that he had more than his fingers to satisfy. Thinking that if only Abarai were here, things would be a hell of a sexier.
Of course, that was the moment someone chose to knock on his door. It was a light tap, as though the visitor were conscious of the fact Shinji might be sleeping this time of night. Shinji stretched out his senses, and a gleeful smile curled his lips. It was Abarai. Sometimes wishes did come true.
“Come in,” he called, and withdrew his hand from his pajama bottoms. He wouldn't need to take care of himself after all.
The door slid open and Abarai stepped inside, dressed in nothing but a loose pair of borrowed sweatpants that drooped enticingly from his hips. There was a tantalizing glimpse of hipbone that made Shinji's insides lance with heat. More than that, however, was the fact that Abarai's long hair was loose, a spill of blood-colored strands over his shoulder, a perfect contrast to his dark tattoos.
A loud cry rose up from the next room over, a desperate demand for more that could only have come from Kisuke. A flush darkened Abarai's cheeks as he glanced at the wall.
“They're louder in here,” he commented offhandedly, stepping fully inside and closing the door behind him with a quiet thump.
He didn't exactly look uneasy standing there in front of the door, but he didn't look confident either. More like he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do and was waiting for a sign – or perhaps invitation – from Shinji.
“I think they're doin' this on purpose,” Shinji commented, and crossed his arms behind his head, knowing that his erection was a noticeable bulge beneath the blanket. “It might even be a challenge.”
Abarai snorted, but looked at the wall when there was an interesting thump. “Challenge, huh?” he repeated, sounding intrigued, arms hanging at his side.
“Yeah.” Shinji made no secret of the way he was eying Abarai, wondering what it would take to get the redhead to strip out of those thin pants and join Shinji on the futon. “Wanna see if we can do better?”
Those amber-red eyes swung back toward Shinji, and a dark brow arched. “Are ya serious?”
“There's gotta be some reason ya came to my room in the middle of the night,” Shinji said, sitting up enough that the blanket slid down, revealing that he wore no shirt beneath. “I know it ain't fer a heart to heart.”
Abarai smirked. “No, it isn't.” He moved closer, just a few steps, and Shinji watched as he dropped to his knees, crawling forward until he was perched over Shinji like he were some kind of predator.
Well, well.
Shinji licked his lips. “Are you accepting my invitation then?”
“I thought that was obvious,” Abarai returned, his voice a deep purr that traveled straight to Shinji's cock. “Though yer probably the type that needs a practical demonstration, right?” he asked.
Before Shinji could answer, Abarai leaned forward on his palms and closed the short distance between them, sealing their lips together in a hungry kiss. Shinji groaned as their tongues touched and his hands came up, instantly burying themselves in Abarai's hair and tangling in the silky strands. He fucking loved Abarai's hair, and Shinji got a good grip on it, giving it a light tug that pulled a whine from Abarai's throat.
Shinji grinned into the kiss. He knew it. Abarai liked the rough stuff.
The redhead pushed their bodies closer together, one hand grabbing the blanket that covered Shinji's hips and legs, and tugged it aside. Shinji took that opportunity to give a firmer yank on Abarai's hair, enough to pull at the scalp and sting. Abarai grunted and broke off the kiss, tongue sliding over reddened lips and eyes dark with need.
“You like that?” Shinji asked, and this time his voice was low and husky, edged with desire.
“I think that's pretty obvious,” Abarai growled and attacked Shinji's throat, lips and teeth and tongue scraping across his flesh, making him shiver.
Shinji sucked in a breath and then a hand planted on his chest, giving him a solid push. He thumped backward and Abarai followed him down, mouth tracing a hot trail across his chest and over to his nipples. His tongue swiped over the peaked bud on the right, encountering the cool glimmer of metal. Teeth got a hold of the silver ring, giving it a light tug that made Shinji arch, and his cock twitch.
“Heh,” Abarai chuckled, lips and tongue assaulting Shinji's nipple without pause. “Ya didn't have these yesterday.”
Dragging his fingers down the length of long, scarlet hair, Shinji smirked. “I didn't want to give away everything,” he said, and then bit back a gasp as Abarai switched to the left, worrying the untouched nipple with his lips and tongue, teeth tugging at the ring in a perfect rhythm to the slow beat of Shinji's heart, arousal thrumming through him. “You like, I take it?”
“I'm curious,” Abarai said, his palms cupping Shinji's side and sliding downward, resting on the waistband of his sweatpants, toying with the fabric. “Got any other piercings I should know about?”
Shinji bucked his hips, trying to encourage Abarai toward the removal of said pajama bottoms. “You could undress me and find out.”
Chuckling, the vice captain sat back on his heels, forcing Shinji to release his grip on all that fine hair. Fingers curled around the waistband and Abarai gave a pointed tug. Shinji helpfully lifted his lips, and the thin material was easily tugged off and aside.
Shinji pointed with his toes at Abarai's remaining garment. “Off,” he commanded.
“I was gettin' to that,” Abarai replied, rolling his eyes, but he shimmied out of his pants too and tossed them over his shoulder.
Shinji pointedly leered at the inches of bare skin that were revealed, tanned flesh in beautiful contrast to those dark tattoos, some of which ventured lower than Shinji would have expected. There were none on Abarai's cock, which proved he wasn't a total masochist, but still, those were some tender areas!
“Nice,” Shinji said, licking his lips.
Abarai rolled his eyes and moved back over Shinji, straddling his upper thighs. “Yer not too bad yerself,” he said, with a lingering look at Shinji's nipple rings and a teasing stroke of his finger down the length of Shinji's cock. “Got lube?”
Shinji's eyebrows made a mad dash for his hairline. “That wasn't what we agreed,” he said, though Abarai was certainly doing pleasant things to his cock that made him hard to disagree with.
Abarai grinned, displaying those almost fang-like incisors that made Shinji's insides twist with want. “I said ya could fuck me,” he purred in a dark, sexy tone. “I didn't say ya'd get ta be on top.”
Shinji stifled a burst of laughter and dug under the futon for the bottle of oil he'd stashed there earlier. “Throwing my own words back at me, I see,” he said, handing over the bottle.
Accepting it gracefully, Abarai rose to his knees as he poured the unscented oil over his fingers. “Just wanted to make sure yer payin' attention is all,” he said and as Shinji watched with bated breath, the tattooed Shinigami reached around, two slick fingers prodding at his entrance.
Shinji's mouth went dry; he loved watching his lovers finger themselves and Abarai was no exception. He panted, grimaced, worked his fingers and rocked his hips in a minute rhythm as he stretched himself. Shinji's palms landed on Abarai's thigh, smoothing over sculpted muscle, itching to join in. But for right now, this was Abarai's show, so he'd let him think he was in control.
Abarai sucked in a breath, arousal flushing his face a shade to match his hair, before he withdrew his fingers and focused slick fingers on Shinji's cock.
Shinji groaned as those talented fingers gripped his length, stroking the oil over his cock. He licked his lips as in the next room over, more groans rose through the walls, as though in challenge. For a moment, Shinji had forgotten about his exhibitionistic neighbors.
Amber eyes cut to the wall. “There they go again,” Abarai said, shifting forward until he straddled Shinji's hips, the Vizard's cock positioned just perfect. One hand pressed to Shinji's abdomen as the other guided the head of Shinji's length to Abarai's puckered entrance.
“Guess that means we'd better catch up,” Shinji said with a pointed glance at Abarai, his hips rocking upward.
“Yeah, yeah. Impatient bastard,” Abarai retorted, rolling his eyes, but he sank down anyway, Shinji sliding inside of tight, velvety heat with a flood of sensation that made the Vizard groan. Damn, but Abarai felt good.
Abarai grunted, a flash of discomfort flitting over his face as both hands braced themselves on Shinji's abdomen and he rocked his hips downward, taking Shinji to the hilt. His insides clenched around Shinji's cock, and pleasure cascaded down Shinji's spine.
“Ya good?” Shinji gasped, his hands sliding up Abarai's thighs to grip his hips, fingers rhythmically clenching.
“Been a while,” Abarai groaned in return, but his own erection hadn't lagged, and he hadn't asked to stop. Instead, he sucked in a breath, pushed himself upward, and dropped back down again, beginning a steady, deep cadence that made Shinji's face contort with pleasure.
Oh yeah. This was everything he'd wanted and more.
Abarai soon relaxed, his discomfort easing, and his movements became more energetic, more hungry. He picked himself up and slammed himself back down, the slap of flesh on flesh echoing in the room. Abarai was much quieter than their noisy neighbors, but each soft groan and eager panting was more arousing to Shinji than the obvious cries from the next room over.
Besides, watching sweat streak down that tattooed flesh was more than enough eye candy to make Shinji grin.
This was damn good, but it still wasn't what Shinji had in mind. He'd wanted to pin Abarai beneath him, wanted to fuck him good and hard.
Shinji's grip tightened, his insides twisting with heat, pooling in his groin, making him throb. But he wanted more.
Licking his lips, giving Abarai a flash of the metal on his tongue, Shinji grinned and tightened his hold on Abarai's hips. “My turn,” he purred, and surged upward, surprising Abarai with the sudden shift.
The Shinigami abruptly flailed. He shouted as he went flying backward, landing half on the futon and half on the tatami, hair spread out behind him. One hand flew out to catch himself as he landed with a thump.
Shinji curled his fingers under Abarai's upper thighs as he slid between the Shinigami's legs and easily plunged back inside Abarai's entrance. Abarai groaned, though the fire in his eyes demanded an explanation.
“What the fuck?” he shouted, anger dissolving into arousal as Shinji thrust into him, angled just so, cock raking across Abarai's prostate. A low moan echoed from Abarai's throat.
Grinning, Shinji leaned over the Shinigami, who wisely wrapped his legs around Shinji's waist, and planted one hand near Abarai's head. “A change of pace.”
“Selfish bastard!” Abarai ground out, but his hips snapped upward and met Shinji thrust for thrust, head snapping back against the tatami. “I better get my turn then.”
“Whatever ya want,” Shinji purred and leaned closer, lips inches from Abarai's own. “Just let me have my way with ya tonight,” he added, and sealed their mouths together in a wet, messy kiss that was like icing to a cake.
Abarai groaned into the kiss, a wordless agreement, and wrapped one arm around Shinji's back, holding him close. His other hand snaked between their bodies, wrapping sword-calloused fingers around his neglected cock.
“Fine,” he gritted out. “Whatever. But ya better not disappoint.”
Shinji leered. “Oh, that's one thing ya don't have ta worry about,” he boasted, and slammed forward, plunging into Abarai with a heavy thrust that caused the redheaded Shinigami's breath to hitch and something a lot like a whimper to echo in his throat.
His face flushed, brown-red eyes half-lidded with pleasure. Abarai, in the midst of desire, was a sight to behold, and not for the first time did Shinji congratulate himself on his fantastic luck in choosing to visit Kisuke at this perfect time.
Warmth pooling in his belly, Shinji picked up the paces of his thrusts, glad for the change in angle which caused Abarai to squeeze him just right. It was like sliding into velvety heat that gripped his cock and dragged him into a spiral of pleasure.
“Don't... ah... come in me,” Abarai demanded on the edge of a growl, throwing his head back as he bucked his hips.
Shinji groaned, feeling like he was being snatched away from a delicious treat. “What? Why?” He wasn't whining. No, he wasn't.
“Because I don't feel like taking a bath, that's why,” Abarai retorted, and his fingers dug into Shinji's back, half out of warning, half out of arousal.
Rolling his eyes, Shinji huffed. He was already so damn close and this was seriously inconvenient. He shoved his hips forward, one last time, rocking Abarai's body roughly and then suddenly pulled out, slamming their hips together. He ground down, his oil-slick cock rubbing against Abarai's and the back of those thick knuckles.
Abarai groaned and Shinji hissed in pleasure as he curled his fingers around their arousals and frantically jerked the both of them off, arousal twisting in his belly like a hot knife. It sizzled down his spine, exploded in the back of his head like multi-colored fireworks, and he panted like a mad beast, the sound of Abarai's equally labored breathing the perfect accompaniment.
Muttering something wordless under his breath, Shinji groaned as his release felt as if it was ripped from him, and he splattered over their combined grip, making a sticky mess. Abarai got a handful of blond hair and pulled Shinji down, breathing hot and damp over Shinji's lips before yanking him into a kiss that was teeth and tongue, no style, just heat and hunger.
It was tantalizingly sexy and Shinji groaned into the kiss as Abarai twisted and bucked beneath him, body straining toward release of his own. Shinji squeezed Abarai's cock, fingers working him just right, and was rewarded with the warm splatter of come across his fingers, some of it dripping onto Abarai's rippled abdomen.
Abarai moaned, long and low, breaking off the kiss to lay his head back as he shook with the last quivers of his release. His hand fell away from his cock and Shinji unwound his fingers as well, tipping to the side so that his exhausted body wouldn't make for a hot, sticky blanket over Abarai's own. He, too, sprawled half-on, half-off the futon.
“Shit,” Shinji panted, though his exclamation was hardly one of disappointment. Sweat coated his body, and he could still feel the tremors of pleasure vibrating through him.
Abarai made a noise that was possibly disagreement, swiping a hand down his face and grimacing when he realized he'd accidentally smeared some of the sticky mess on his cheek. “Gross.”
Shinji laughed. “Wasn't gross thirty seconds ago.”
“Yeah, well, it's just a mess now,” Abarai retorted, but he didn't make much effort to move. For that matter, neither did Shinji.
He reached out with a leg, prodded Abarai in the calf with his toe. “Get a towel.”
“Hand me some pants or somethin'.”
“Yer not stainin' my pants with yer fluids.”
“It's yer mess, too.”
Shinji snorted and closed his eyes, contemplating if he had enough energy to roll over and pin Abarai again, or if he'd need another nap.
“They're quiet now,” Abarai said, his voice disturbing the echoing quiet.
Despite himself, Shinji chuckled. “Guess we shut 'em up.”
“Guess we did.”
Shinji licked his lips, eyes shifting to the side where they traced a bead of sweat as it trailed down the side of Abarai's neck, tracking the line of a dark tattoo. “Ready for round two, then?”
There was a moment of waiting before Abarai cracked a grin. “Give it yer best shot.”
Oh, that sounded like a challenge. One Shinji would gladly accept.
a/n: There's a teensy-tiny epilogue to wrap things up and then I can call this fic complete. Yay!
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