Night Out

Disclaimer:

I do not own Renji or Byakuya, not Ichigo either for that matter.
Chad, Orihime, Rukia, Ishida, Ganjyuu and Urahara aren’t mine either.
They are all property of Tite Kubo. It’s sad but true.

Warning:

This fic contains yaoi. That means sex between two men. In fact, it’s very graphic yaoi. If you don’t like the thought of two men getting it on, I’d advise you to stop reading straight away.
NC-17, Yaoi, Anal, Oral, AU, Lemon, Slight OOC? Waff

A.N:

For my dear Rianne! Happy Birthday woman!!! *glomp*
Wishing you all the best with some smut on your birthday! What more could a girl want?
So here, as promised: Some ByaRen for you!

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“And that concludes today’s lecture. Don’t forget the test next Friday. Class dismissed.”
The students sighed, arose from their seats and immediately started chatting amongst each other as they exited the classroom.
“I bet you, by next week someone’ll have forgotten the test. But trust me, it won’t be us.” Renji slung his backpack over his shoulder.
“I know. Urahara-sensei is paying less attention to his classes than we do.” Ichigo laughed.
The two students made their way down the hall towards the door.
“You’re coming tonight right?” Renji turned to his friend.
“I guess, it’s either that or staying at the dorm with no company but my books and the dust bunnies.” Ichigo said dryly. “Where are we going?”
“The guys talked about heading out for yakiniku and then karaoke afterwards. After that… I don’t know.”
“I heard Kuchiki-senpai was coming?”
“Yeah, if he has the time.”
“I don’t see him as the type to go out for karaoke. He seems more like the…”
“Like?” Amused Renji raised an eyebrow.
“Serious type.”
Renji laughed. “He’s not that bad. Really. He does know how to have fun.”
“How do you know him so well anyway?” Ichigo inquired.
“When you spend enough time in the teacher’s office you start bonding with the members of the student council.” He replied.
“And the president of the student council at that.”
“We’re still the same species Ichigo.” Renji laughed again.
“Sure, whatever you say. He still scares me. I don’t get rich people. They freak me out.”
“You think too much.”
“According to Urahara I don’t think at all.” Both boys laughed.
“See you later, ok? I’ve gotta get to cram school. If I flunk another biology test I’m gonna have to take the class again next year.”
“Study hard.” Ichigo waved him off. “For once!” he added as Renji headed for the dorms.

“Renji, are you sure about this?” Byakuya was standing in front of the mirror in Renji’s room.
“Oh yeah, I’m sure. Is it too tight?”
“No, not really.”
“No wonder, you’re thin as a rake.”
“Why can’t I wear my own clothes?” the student council president looked at the hooded sweater he was wearing.
“No one wears a suit to a karaoke bar. It’ll do you good to look like an eighteen year old for once.”
“Are you saying I don’t act my age?”
“Yup. You act like a forty year old history teacher or somethin’.” Renji grinned cheekily.
Byakuya arched an eyebrow. “Abarai, you really are something. You know that?”
“Will you please call me Renji? Damn tease.”
“Whatever. I’ll wear the sweater, happy?”
A wide grin crossed the redheads face. “Yup. Now let’s go. Take me out!”
Byakuya gave a light chuckle and followed Renji out the door.

They met up with Ichigo outside of the restaurant; the others were already inside, waiting.
The rest of the gang included Hisagi Shuuhei, Ganjyuu, Uryuu Ishida and Chad, all of them from Ichigo and Renji’s class, as well as Rukia, who’d known Renji from middle school and was Byakuya’s younger sister.
“What are you doing here?” Byakuya glanced at his sister.
“I could ask you the same question.” She quickly replied in her usual manner.
“Are you planning to drink?” he inquired.
“Why? Are you?” she stared him straight in the eyes. “Worried about mom and dad? I won’t tell if you won’t either.”
“That was not what I had in mind.” He sighed.
“Don’t worry about her.” Ichigo said. “We’ll look after her.”
“Maybe that’s what’s bothering him Blondie.” Renji replied dryly.
“In that case he should’ve worried about her hanging around you years ago!” he shot back just as fast.
“Just sit down so we can order already!” Ganjyuu grunted.
A young waitress came over to them and shortly after they received their meal and drinks. Conversation flowed lightly and even Byakuya had to admit that hanging out with this crew was fun. Normally he wouldn’t go out with the kind of people that was in Renji’s group. Then again, a lot of these people weren’t people Renji’d hang out with either. They’d all kinda been tossed together through coincidental incidences, and had stuck together since.
“I’m surprised to see you here Kuchiki-senpai.” Ishida said from across the table.
“We’re not in school Ishida,” Renji shuffled some more rice into his mouth. “Call him Byakuya.”
Rukia giggled, she’d never seen anyone who disrespected her brother as much as Renji did. What amazed her even more was that Byakuya didn’t seem to mind.
“Actually, there is something I need to ask you Renji.” The Kuchiki spoke, without answering Ishida. “Before we put school matters behind us.”
“Not to mention before he gets so drunk there’ll be no speaking to him!” Ichigo laughed.
“Yes, that too.” The older teen’s lip quirked a little. “Jokes aside, do you mind if I ask you in front of everyone Renji?”
“Sure, why not?”
“I was hoping you’d attend a meeting with me. For the student council.”
“Oh?”
“I want you as my vice-president.”
“What?!”
“Renji?! In the student council?!”
“But….He’s failing everything!”
There was quite a lot of commotion around the table. Everyone was crying out in surprise.
“Err…I’m sorry, what?!” Renji stared at him. “You do realize that these people all have a point? I can’t be in the council. I suck at schoolwork! I hate school! Teachers despise me.”
“I’m not going to argue Renji, I’m sure they are right.”
They all laughed.
“But the fact is; you’re not a top student, you’re not one of the rich kids, you’re not on the debate team or into politics. You’re a regular kid. And that’s appealing to other students. You’re one of them, that’s why I want you”
Renji just stared at him.
“They’ll listen to you, and you know what the students want.” He smirked. “Live with the masses, think like the masses. Isn’t that so?”
“Bya…” Renji cut himself off. “The student council? I dunno…”
“Isn’t it true that you get excused from a lot of classes and stuff when you’re in the council?”
“Yeah, and since your duties might affect your school work it’s a valid cause for missing out on tests, handing in work too late or missing a lecture.”
Renji grinned. “Well, in that case… Count me in!”
“Welcome to the student council.” Byakuya smiled warmly.
“Let’s have a toast!”
“To Renji! No… Abarai-fukutaichou!”
They all raised their glasses: “KAMPAI!”

Two hours later they were at the karaoke place, and people were just making up excuses to toast and drink.
“Hey!” Ganjyuu stood from his seat. “Didn’t Ichigo have his birthday last month?”
“Sou ka, sou ka!”
“As a matter of fact, I did!”
“Well then! To Ichigo!”
“Sounds good to me!”
“KAMPAI!”

After witnessing a rather catastrophic performance of ‘Girls just wanna have fun’ in broken English by Renji, Rukia and Ichigo, Byakuya excused himself, heading for the restrooms.
“Byaaaa! Wait!” Renji tilted his head, his eyes pleading.
“What?”
“Don’t leave! Sing with me!”
“I’m not leaving. I’ll be back in five minutes.” The older boy frowned.
“Oh.” Renji giggled. Giggled. “I’ll miss you!”
“Make sure he doesn’t have any more to drink.” Byakuya said as he pushed Renji back down, walking out of the room.

As he made his way back, his sister was suddenly standing in front of him.
“Rukia? Why aren’t you with the others?”
“What? I’m not allowed to go to the bathroom?”
“I see nothing wrong with that.” He shrugged.
She smirked.
“What?”
She smirked up even more.
“What?!” he couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Are you gonna tell me?”
“Tell you what?”
“What’s going on with you and Renji?”
“Rukia, he’s drunk.”
“You’re not.”
“So? What does that have to do with anything?!”
“How long have you been screwing him?”
“What?!” Byakuya’s eyes widened.
Rukia chuckled.
“What makes you thi-…” he interrupted himself. “Forget it, I’m going back.”
“I don’t care.” She said. “But it’s damn obvious. I’m your sister after all. And, that’s his sweater you’re wearing.”
“I’m not allowed to borrow a sweater from him now?! He didn’t like my style! You know what? I’m not going to discuss this with you, as you are clearly under the influence.” He turned to leave, but felt a rare spark of mischief ignite; “But Rukia… I might not be coming home tonight.”
Rukia couldn’t believe her own eyes: Had he just winked at her?
But he had already started heading down the hall to the karaoke room again. She laughed quietly to herself. Her brother wasn’t as much of a prude as she’d thought after all.

Back inside the room a few more friends from school had shown up; Chad and Orihime were singing some chart topping pop song, and the rest were drinking merrily.
Except Renji.
“Bya!” he exclaimed, throwing himself at the raven haired teen. “I missed you! They took my beer away!”
“I told them to.”
“Whaaat?” the redhead looked disappointed. “You’re no fun!”
He didn’t let go of Byakuya though, and kept clinging to him, even as they sat down. It didn’t seem like anyone noticed though, as they were all pretty wasted, or well on their way. The oldest of the Kuchiki siblings looked around and sighed absentmindedly. He felt a soft coil of warmth down his spine as soft lips touched his neck.
Oh yeah, definitely time to leave, unless he wanted Renji to put on a show in front of everyone.
“Renji,” he said. “I think we should go home now.”
“What? Now? But…I’m having fun!” the fresh vice-president complained. “Please, let’s stay a little longer… Sing with me!”
“No. I’d like to go home Renji.” He said again, putting stress on the word ‘home’.
Renji suddenly got the point. “Oh. Well...Let’s get going then!”
He stood up, taking Byakuya’s hand.
“Hold on,” the elder said. “Just wait outside, I’ll be right there.”
Renji left the little room, and Byakuya went over to Ichigo. “I’m going to take Renji home now. “
“Sure.” Ichigo replied, looking through the available songs in a booklet on the table.
“Tell Rukia I walked him home will you?”
“Sure.”
“Listen, take care of her. No funny business. Got it?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll look out for her.”
“Ok, have fun.”
“You too.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Ichigo shrugged. “That’s for you to experience, and me to learn about later.”
Byakuya sighed. He didn’t know if everyone had seen through him, or if they were all so drunk they’d lost all sense of reality. Right now however, he didn’t care.
He waved at the rest of the group and went outside.

“How are we getting home? Cab?”
“No. We’re walking.”
“Walking?!” Renji exclaimed. “It’s freezing!”
“It’s only a twenty minute walk. And the air will do you good.”
True, the short walk did sober Renji up, though they were both glad be back on campus and escape the cold.

The door to Renji’s room slammed shut behind them, at the very moment Byakuya slammed Renji against the wall.
Lips met in a hungry, deep kiss.
“You think they got it?” Renji gasped, tugging at Byakuya’s lower lip.
“Not sure… Rukia seemed pretty aware of things. And perhaps Ishida and Ichigo…”
“Ishida will be out like a light very soon. He won’t remember anything in the morning. Neither will Ichigo.”
“What the hell does it matter?” Byakuya found Renji’s jugular, bit carefully at it, felt how the blood pulsated under the thin skin, listened to how Renji gasped. “Our relationship is our business. Not theirs.”
“You’re r-right…” Renji squirmed, felt feathery light kisses dance over his neck, up to his ear. “P-please tell me you’re not just teasing….”
Byakuya purred into his ear: “I told Rukia I wouldn’t be coming home…”
“Oh really now?”
“Yeah.” He pulled him close for a kiss. “Your bed seemed like a more tempting place to spend the night.
“You’ll never hear me complain.”
“You never have. Not to this date…”
Pale, slender hands slid up under Renji’s sweater and pulled it off him, t-shirt following at the same time. Byakuya caressed the tattooed torso; let his hands slide over rippled abs, down to the hardening bulge, clearly visible through Renji’s pants.
Renji pressed against him, bit hard at his lower lip, almost drawing blood.
Their tongues met, danced, battled for dominance, though Byakuya would come out victorious no matter what.

They stopped, looked into each other’s eyes.
“Blue is very becoming on you. You should wear my clothes more often…”
Byakuya laughed softly. “I thought you preferred me without any clothes on?”
“That too…” Renji growled into another kiss. “More than anything…”
“I’m afraid you’ll just have to be patient…”
The Kuchiki heir started kissing his way down Renji’s body, his tongue following the contours of his tattoos, touching every sensitive patch of skin as he made his way down towards the rim of his pants.
He lingered at the navel, his tongue dipping into it, teasingly flickering up and down, toying with the skin while skilled hands unbuttoned Renji’s pants.
The clothing fell to the floor and revealed Renji’s manhood; fully erect, a single drop of precum moistening the head.
“You never did see the meaning of underwear, did you?” again Byakuya let out that soft laugh that was for Renji’s ears only.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“Sssh…” Byakuya soothed. “I want to do this for you.”
With his one hand he carefully but firmly gripped the pulsing cock, starting to move his hand slowly, pulling the skin back and forth.
Renji shivered lightly, thrust back into his hand. “Mmmh…”
“Just….” Byakuya looked up at Renji, met his auburn eyes. “Relax…” he closed his own. “And enjoy…”
Renji flinched in surprise as sudden wet warmth surrounded his length.
“Ah!”
Again Byakuya chuckled softly, something that resulted in amazing vibrations that had Renji taking a hold of a fistful of hair.
With the redhead’s hand in his hair Byakuya started moving his hand again, whilst letting his tongue flicker lightly over the vein on the underside of Renji’s member.
He felt the tattooed freshman shiver, enjoyed his cries of pleasure.
Slowly he let his tongue dance over the crown. Teasingly he dipped it into the slit, tasting the salty essence of his flesh.
Renji clenched his hair, biting at his one finger. “B-Bya…”
As he got more response, Byakuya proceeded to suck all the way down to the base, first once, then several times in a row before licking carefully again, never ceasing to move his hand at the same time.
Renji’s pleas for more egged him on, and he kept going till he felt how Renji hardened even more as he prepared for release. He went all the way down again, in one last hard motion, Renji thrusting back into his mouth, before he pulled away, finishing the boy with his hand.
“B-Bya-k-kun! Aah!”
Renji moaned loudly as he spilled his seed, some of it hitting Byakuya’s cheek.
The elder teen just smiled at him, cleaning his hand with his tongue, lapping at the head of Renji’s cock, drawing another moan from the boy.
“You’re beautiful…” he whispered as he moved back up, kissing him deeply.
Renji could taste himself in the kiss, along with the unique taste that was Byakuya’s exclusively.
His arms slid around Byakuya’s neck, played with the locks of silky black hair that covered the nape of his neck.
He purred into the kiss, growing deeper by the minute.
“Byakuya….”
Again he felt heat coiling in his groin, his cock starting to harden once more.
He pressed himself to Byakuya, running his hands down his back.
A soft gasp escaped Byakuya’s lips, and from that things started moving really fast:
Hands were everywhere, caressing, touching. Renji grabbed a hold of Byakuya’s sweater, pulling it over his head, throwing it to the floor.
His hands moved on to loosening his belt, getting Byakuya’s pants off of him, at the same time stepping out of his own.
“God I want you…”
Byakuya’s soft lips touched Renji’s neck, kept on persistently kissing, biting carefully where it met with the shoulder, all while they moved across the floor, until they fell down on Renji’s bed.
Through the fabric of back pants Renji felt his lover’s length, hard, wanton, pressing against his abdomen.
“Renji…” Byakuya caught his lips in a kiss, tongues brushing over each other, bodies rubbing together.
Quickly Renji pulled Byakuya’s pants down, taking the boxers with him in one go.
Byakuya rose to his elbows, throwing his shirt away, not bothering about where it landed.
Their skin touched everywhere, erections grinding together.
“Mmh…”
“You okay?” Byakuya breathed into the kiss.
“I’m fine… Go on… Take me…”
Byakuya reached out to the nightstand, opened a drawer and fished out a tube of lube.
He squeezed some out into the palm of his hand, warming it up between his fingers, before spreading it over Renji’s entrance, one finger teasing slightly inside.
“Ah!”
“Sorry if it’s cold.”
“No…It’s fine… More…” Renji arched up against him.
Byakuya spread the rest over his erection, before settling between Renji’s legs.
A shiver of anticipation went through them both as the tip of Byakuya’s cock touched Renji’s entrance.
“More…”
Deep, passionate kisses were exchanged, and Byakuya started pressing carefully.
“Tell me if it hurts…” he whispered, kissing him softly.
“It never hurts…”
“If you say so…” they kissed again, bodies moving closer together until Byakuya pressed all the way inside, burying himself to the hilt.
“Aah!”
Both of them moaned into another kiss.
Byakuya waited, kissing Renji everywhere; lips, neck, ears, shoulders.
“Ready for me to move?”
“Yeah…” the redhead nodded. “Move.”
At first Byakuya took it slow, moving carefully as always.
But Renji was so good at persuading him; he’d never been able to resist.
The way he writhed underneath him, arched up to him and whispered his name.
The warmth that surrounded him, the tightness of the inner muscles clenching and releasing around him; he could come right there, just like that, but he wanted it to last.
“Mhm….Renji…Ren-chan…”

Renji felt goose bumps spread over his skin at the sound of his name being said like that.
His arms slid around him, pulled him closer. “Kiss me…”
Byakuya smiled, kissed him softly, and as a perfect contrast thrust deeper into him, angling to hit that special spot.
“Ah!” Renji cried out, breaking the kiss.
Byakuya felt Renji tighten around his shaft again, both of them gasping out each other’s names.
Byakuya’s thrusts became more focused, touching Renji’s prostate each time, harder with each thrust.
“Ah…B-bya!”
Pearls of sweat danced on the alabaster skin of Byakuya, gleamed on Renji’s tattooed torso. The redhead began to shiver, instinctively his legs spread wider. His inner muscles clenched harder around Byakuya’s cock, starting to tip his scale as well.
“I-I’m g-gonna…” Renji gasped, biting Byakuya’s lip, burying his face in his neck.
Byakuya moaned softly.
“Bya! Aah! Together….”
“Y-yeah…Mmh…” Byakuya thrust deeper into Renji, still massaging his sweet-spot, warm tingles starting to spread throughout his body. The impulses grew, roamed his being from his groin to his fingertips. Renji’s hand fisted in his hair again, and he shook violently; “B-Byakuyaah!”
Renji’s moan settled it, his muscles milking Byakuya’s member, and tipped him over.
“R-Ren-chan!”
A wave of pleasure struck him like lighting, and a bright white flash went before his eyes.
Just at that moment Renji screamed out his name again, and they both exploded.
Silencing each other with a deep kiss they rode their orgasms off and collapsed on top of each other.
They stayed like that, just kissing and whispering soft words of affection for hours, before finally falling asleep, wrapped in each others arms.
The last thing Renji said before drifting off to sleep was: “You really think they didn’t notice?”
“Not really, they were drunk but they’re not stupid.”
“So what do we do?”
“We’ll deal with it in the morning.”
“Are you ok with that?”
“Why shouldn’t I be?” Byakuya smiled, kissing him. “I love you.”
“I…love you too…” Renji blushed.
“Then there’s no problem. Good night Ren-chan.”
“Good night…”

Meeting with the others in the morning might become a somewhat odd affair, but the night had been worth it, as any other night with his noble lover. He chuckled. Like every other morning with Byakuya too for that matter.
He sighed. “Guess I should get some sleep then. So he doesn’t wear me out in the morning…” he turned around, resting his head on Byakuya’s chest, closing his eyes.
Warm breath tickled his unruly red hair, and just as he drifted off into sleep he could feel soft lips touching the top of his head.
“Love you.” He murmured, barely catching the sleepy reply.
“You too Renji.”

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Thanks for your reviews people! I'll update this spot once a new review ticks in!

Mitsuyuki : Thanks for the tip! I was really stressed, so I kinda let the talking push the story forward. I'll do more descriptions and stuff next time!

Silver Wolf: *glomp* Uke-Renji and PWP. What more do you need? I love Renji as uke too! (Obviously)

Ashke: As you know, I've done plenty of ByaRen. ^.~ Thankies!! *huggles*

delonariel: Thanks! I prefer AU, cos it gives me alot more freedom. I'll do more! ^___^
As for schmoopy simultaneous orgasms... I'm a sucker for it ;p

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Silver Wolf: HUn! It makes me so happy that you want more! Sorry I'm so slow with replies! ^^;;
I'll make more ByaRen as soon as I get done with all the other projects I'm doing.

Gogo : I don't think I'll continue it. I only intended for it to be a oneshot PwP. But of course I might make a sequel. Just keep your eyes up! ^___^
Even if I don't start adding chappies to this one, it doesn't mean I won't write more AU oneshots ;)