Bleach - Playing with Fire - Epilogue
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dracoqueen22a/n: A teensy-tiny epilogue to wrap things up. Please enjoy!
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)(Five)
“Well, don't you two look exhausted,” Kisuke commented, his gray-green eyes darting between Shinji and Renji, who were practically asleep at his breakfast table.
Shinji snorted, stirring. “You're one ta talk,” he said, and lifted both brows. “Keepin' people up all night 'cause ya can't keep yer hands off yer younger lover.”
Beside Shinji, Abarai made a stifled sound into his cup of Tessai-brewed tea. It was quite possibly amusement, though Abarai didn't seem willing to voice his opinion. To be fair, he was probably still a little hoarse.
They had exhausted themselves last night, thus the reason for the late breakfast. Shinji had purposefully worn long sleeves, to hide the marks on his wrist, and there was a reason Abarai had chosen a high collar for today. Not that it could conceal the general fatigue a night full of bed-breaking brought about.
Of course morning had also brought about the obligatory brief conversation regarding what exactly their night before had meant. It came to a mutual understanding of pleasure for pleasure's sake and that was that. They'd each secured a companion for those cold, lonely nights, without the bothersome requirement of monogamy and obligatory phone calls and/or awkward candlelit dinners.
“That sounds like jealousy, Shinji,” Kisuke replied, and his eyes cut to the doorway, suddenly lighting up. “Good morning, Ichigo! You're looking chipper.”
Shinji glanced over his shoulder and nearly swallowed his tongue. Chipper was the complete opposite of Ichigo's expression. He looked exhausted, and the scowl he was directing at his older lover was hardly welcoming.
“Morning,” the younger Vizard grunted, and slumped down at the table next to Kisuke, looking as though he might tip over and fall asleep right on the shopkeeper's shoulder. “What're you talking about?”
“Stuff that'll make your ears burn,” Shinji joked, and dove heartily into his breakfast. He'd burned a lot of energy last night. Best to build it back up as soon as possible. He and Abarai still had plans.
“How's that any different from usual?” Ichigo asked, stirring enough to grab himself a bowl of rice and mechanically put some in his mouth.
Shinji grinned. “It's not,” he said. “But I don't think ya mind. I keep life interestin'.”
Ichigo snorted. “Whatever.”
A sly look glinted in gray-green eyes. “Interesting,” Kisuke repeated, and his eyes flickered to Abarai. “I'll say. I never realized my walls were so thin.”
Abarai choked on a bite of rice and Ichigo's ears burned a fiery crimson.
“You really ought to think about investin' in some soundproofin' or something, Ki-chan,” Shinji teased, leaning forward across the table. He found far too much amusement in making Abarai and Ichigo embarrassed. “Though some of us didn't mind the free show.”
Ichigo spluttered. “You... you...”
Kisuke, for his part, twitched. “Apparently not. Since you seemed to take it as an invitation to try and be louder.” His eyes shifted to Abarai. “I hope you didn't break dear Abarai here. Ichigo still needs a sparring partner.”
This time it was Abarai's turn to shift into a blaze of embarrassment as Ichigo choked on his breakfast, the two of them glaring at the pair of blond perverts as though the combined force of their gaze would set the two men on fire.
“I never break my toys,” Shinji said, plopping his chin on his palm as his elbow hit the table. “Otherwise, I can't play with 'em later.”
“Goddamnit,” Ichigo exclaimed, shooting both his lover and Shinji a look that mixed exasperation with horror and a shit-ton of humiliation. “You two never stop!”
Kisuke smirked. “Unless his mouth is otherwise occupied.”
Shinji laughed, loud and full, as Ichigo slammed a fist into the table, turning as red as a tomato. Abarai buried his face in his breakfast.
“Rememberin' the good old times, Ki-chan?” Shinji asked, just because he was having too much fun. “Wishing you could relive the glory days?”
Kisuke snorted, leaning back in his chair, looking redolent and comfortable. “What good is the past when the present is far more enticing?”
Should he take that as an insult? Shinji wasn't sure. He crinkled his brow, tried to reason out all the many implications in Kisuke's words.
Finally, he decided that it wasn't an insult. It was a challenge.
“Oh?” Shinji said, and the smile that curled his lips was better recognized as a leer. “I don't think I can agree to that without a basis for comparison.”
Abarai's brow crinkled. “What th' hell does that mean?” he asked, finally speaking and overcoming some of his earlier embarrassment. Or maybe he just really wasn't a morning person.
“I think I can hazard a guess,” Kisuke replied, shaking his head as though he couldn't believe Shinji was going there.
Shinji could barely contain his glee as he turned toward Ichigo on his right, tongue flicking across his lips. “Hey, Ichigo, what would you say to a foursome. You, me, Ki-chan and Abarai here?”
The look on Ichigo's face at that – and Abarai's choked coughing behind Shinji – was probably the funniest thing Shinji had seen in a century.
* * * * a/n: At last, another fic is finished. Go me! I'm on a roll!
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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)(Five)
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Chapter Five
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Chapter Five
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“Well, don't you two look exhausted,” Kisuke commented, his gray-green eyes darting between Shinji and Renji, who were practically asleep at his breakfast table.
Shinji snorted, stirring. “You're one ta talk,” he said, and lifted both brows. “Keepin' people up all night 'cause ya can't keep yer hands off yer younger lover.”
Beside Shinji, Abarai made a stifled sound into his cup of Tessai-brewed tea. It was quite possibly amusement, though Abarai didn't seem willing to voice his opinion. To be fair, he was probably still a little hoarse.
They had exhausted themselves last night, thus the reason for the late breakfast. Shinji had purposefully worn long sleeves, to hide the marks on his wrist, and there was a reason Abarai had chosen a high collar for today. Not that it could conceal the general fatigue a night full of bed-breaking brought about.
Of course morning had also brought about the obligatory brief conversation regarding what exactly their night before had meant. It came to a mutual understanding of pleasure for pleasure's sake and that was that. They'd each secured a companion for those cold, lonely nights, without the bothersome requirement of monogamy and obligatory phone calls and/or awkward candlelit dinners.
“That sounds like jealousy, Shinji,” Kisuke replied, and his eyes cut to the doorway, suddenly lighting up. “Good morning, Ichigo! You're looking chipper.”
Shinji glanced over his shoulder and nearly swallowed his tongue. Chipper was the complete opposite of Ichigo's expression. He looked exhausted, and the scowl he was directing at his older lover was hardly welcoming.
“Morning,” the younger Vizard grunted, and slumped down at the table next to Kisuke, looking as though he might tip over and fall asleep right on the shopkeeper's shoulder. “What're you talking about?”
“Stuff that'll make your ears burn,” Shinji joked, and dove heartily into his breakfast. He'd burned a lot of energy last night. Best to build it back up as soon as possible. He and Abarai still had plans.
“How's that any different from usual?” Ichigo asked, stirring enough to grab himself a bowl of rice and mechanically put some in his mouth.
Shinji grinned. “It's not,” he said. “But I don't think ya mind. I keep life interestin'.”
Ichigo snorted. “Whatever.”
A sly look glinted in gray-green eyes. “Interesting,” Kisuke repeated, and his eyes flickered to Abarai. “I'll say. I never realized my walls were so thin.”
Abarai choked on a bite of rice and Ichigo's ears burned a fiery crimson.
“You really ought to think about investin' in some soundproofin' or something, Ki-chan,” Shinji teased, leaning forward across the table. He found far too much amusement in making Abarai and Ichigo embarrassed. “Though some of us didn't mind the free show.”
Ichigo spluttered. “You... you...”
Kisuke, for his part, twitched. “Apparently not. Since you seemed to take it as an invitation to try and be louder.” His eyes shifted to Abarai. “I hope you didn't break dear Abarai here. Ichigo still needs a sparring partner.”
This time it was Abarai's turn to shift into a blaze of embarrassment as Ichigo choked on his breakfast, the two of them glaring at the pair of blond perverts as though the combined force of their gaze would set the two men on fire.
“I never break my toys,” Shinji said, plopping his chin on his palm as his elbow hit the table. “Otherwise, I can't play with 'em later.”
“Goddamnit,” Ichigo exclaimed, shooting both his lover and Shinji a look that mixed exasperation with horror and a shit-ton of humiliation. “You two never stop!”
Kisuke smirked. “Unless his mouth is otherwise occupied.”
Shinji laughed, loud and full, as Ichigo slammed a fist into the table, turning as red as a tomato. Abarai buried his face in his breakfast.
“Rememberin' the good old times, Ki-chan?” Shinji asked, just because he was having too much fun. “Wishing you could relive the glory days?”
Kisuke snorted, leaning back in his chair, looking redolent and comfortable. “What good is the past when the present is far more enticing?”
Should he take that as an insult? Shinji wasn't sure. He crinkled his brow, tried to reason out all the many implications in Kisuke's words.
Finally, he decided that it wasn't an insult. It was a challenge.
“Oh?” Shinji said, and the smile that curled his lips was better recognized as a leer. “I don't think I can agree to that without a basis for comparison.”
Abarai's brow crinkled. “What th' hell does that mean?” he asked, finally speaking and overcoming some of his earlier embarrassment. Or maybe he just really wasn't a morning person.
“I think I can hazard a guess,” Kisuke replied, shaking his head as though he couldn't believe Shinji was going there.
Shinji could barely contain his glee as he turned toward Ichigo on his right, tongue flicking across his lips. “Hey, Ichigo, what would you say to a foursome. You, me, Ki-chan and Abarai here?”
The look on Ichigo's face at that – and Abarai's choked coughing behind Shinji – was probably the funniest thing Shinji had seen in a century.
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