Fun and Games

Pairing: Ren/Shuu
Warnings: PWP/Drunkness as an excuse for slight OOC >_>
Author's notes: Cause I love uke!Hisagi and this pairing makes me melt. It's my first Bleach fic(porn), so it's not as.. hm, poetic as I'd like, but it'll do for now. ^^ Constructive criticism and other kind feedback/comments are appreciated!




Stretching his arms up above his head, Renji arched his back until he both felt and heard it pop. With that tiny release of physical tension in his spine, he finally made the transition from a hard day’s work to utter relaxation. His arms dropped to his sides, hands resting palm up on the cool surface of the floor, legs stretched out in front of him, his back supported by the wall behind him.

It was a perfect night for being lazy. The temperature was pleasantly warm, with only the tiniest hint of a breeze keeping the air from becoming stale; it drifted quietly through the open door at his side, tickling over the back of his neck and barely stirring his hair. His skin was flushed from no small amount of sake, the alcohol buzzing pleasantly through his veins, helping to slowly turn his overworked body to mush.

“Doesn’t get much better,” Hisagi slurred from a few feet away, where he was stretched out across the bamboo floor, his arms lying out to either side, his legs sprawled and useless. He’d had even more to drink than Renji and probably couldn’t walk in a wobbly line if his life depended on it. The moonlight cast itself gently over his prone form, highlighting his tattooed cheek and capturing the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. If he hadn’t just spoken, Renji might have believed he was asleep. Nice to see him finally relax, even just for a night, the redhead thought. Hisagi was being worked around the clock and rarely had the opportunity to just enjoy being alive anymore. His friends were beginning to worry that he was becoming too complacent with his current lifestyle and that if it continued much longer, he would lose himself in the relentless monotony of his work.

Laughing, the redhead pushed an empty sake bottle with one foot, watching it roll over and smack against Shuuhei’s left thigh, only to roll half way back to where it came from. “I dunno, I think a couple big breasted babes might make it better,” he remarked, somehow managing to slump down further against the wall. He swore he’d meant to smirk just then, but instead, he found himself pouting just slightly.

“Been a while for you too, huh?” his companion replied after a few moments, opening one eye just enough to peer over at him. I must sound pretty damn desperate if he can tell even when he’s totally sloshed, Renji thought, a little depressed despite his current drunken state. But at least he wasn’t the only one. With all of the recent events turning their world upside down, there was very little time for courting potential bedmates, especially for anyone with rank.

“A few months,” Renji replied, dropping his head back to thump against the wall. “And it’s killin’ me,” he added with a groan of complaint. Here he was, in the long prime of his even longer life, and he was getting as much tail as a monk. Even the afterlife wasn’t fair.

Shuuhei laughed in response, then made a great effort to lift his left hand, flapping it a few times as if to wave away his friend’s complaint. “A few months is lucky,” he retorted, his hand falling limp to the floor again as he sighed. “Been almost a year for me.”

“A year? You kiddin’ me?!” Renji exclaimed, his expression reflecting his genuine and quite abundant shock. Shuuhei had quite a collection of admirers, and as far as Renji had heard it told, the brunet liked to show his appreciation for their hero worship on a somewhat regular basis. So, if he’d gone an entire year, he was even more bogged down by work than his friends even realized.

“If I could find the time, believe me, I’d fix it,” Hisagi commented, then shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t have to explain that the time was never available, and anyone who knew him was aware of how many hours a day he spent working. This was the first night he’d been able to get away in months, and one night was certainly not long enough to seek out companionship of the female variety unless he was willing to pay. Even after a year, he wasn’t feeling quite that desperate. “No time for fun and games anymore.”

“Damn, I thought I had it bad, but if I’m like a monk, you are one,” Renji said with a laugh, to take any possible sting out of the words. His friend just snorted at the comment and shook his head again. “I dunno how the hell you do it,” the redhead continued, this time managing to call up a smirk. “Only a few months and even you’re startin’ to look good to me.”

Hisagi’s left eye opened to peer over at his companion again, the right eyelid lifting to join in when he batted his eyelashes. “Oh, yeah? Even me?” A wicked, if somewhat crooked grin spread over Hisagi’s lips as he slowly worked his back into an arch, drawing his knees up and spreading his legs, feet planted on the floor to give him enough leverage to roll his hips in a manner that was almost uncomfortably seductive. “Gonna have to worry ‘bout you takin’ advantage of me?” He half-slurred, then allowed his back to slump against the floor again, still grinning at his somewhat shocked friend.

Renji’s lips moved without managing to produce any words for a few moments, then he blushed, and flashed his middle finger at the chuckling Shinigami. “Ass,” he muttered, then grinned back, refusing to let his true discomfort show. His comment hadn’t been completely in jest – even a monk would second guess his vows if he had a chance to get Hisagi in his bed. The guy was extremely easy on the eyes, and being such a skilled fighter, he had a natural grace that would most definitely carry over into his recreational activities. The two of them had even fooled around a bit in the past; Hisagi had been his senior then, and had taken control, but now… now Renji had a much different plan in mind. Just thinking about it was enough to cause Renji’s cock to stir; that part of him was definitely showing interest in the thoughts and accompanying images flickering through his mind. Having the brunet at his mercy was enticing indeed. But a joke was a joke – if his friend was only teasing, he wasn’t sure whether or not he should act on those ideas. “Whatever. I’m thinkin’ I’ll hafta watch out for you jumpin’ me more than the other way ‘round.”

“You sure? I don’t think you can resist.” The grin on Shuuhei’s lips somehow managed to grow just a little further, then disappeared completely as his head tipped back, exposing his neck to the moonlight, the tip of his tongue just barely visible as it flicked out to wet his lips. His back arched again, and his hands slid over the floor, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair, an extremely believable moan escaping his throat. “Oh, oh, Renji... I’m so hot... please.. need it so bad,” he groaned, the words slightly broken by panting breaths, his knees spreading even further as his pelvis twitched upward.

Somewhere deep in his thick skull, Renji acknowledged the fact that Shuuhei was just sinfully drunk and trying to make fun of him – there was no way in hell the straight-laced Shinigami would behave that way otherwise. But his body didn’t give a flying rat’s ass about that fact. He was suddenly so aroused that he had to struggle to catch a breath. Joke or no, the sight before him was absolutely erotic. The sound of his friend, breathless and begging, on top of the provocative scene was too much for him to resist. So before Hisagi could even break the mood by laughing, Renji was moving toward him.

Hisagi jerked in surprise when he felt a strong hand close around his wrists, effectively pinning them to the floor over his head. He blinked his eyes open, staring up into the suddenly very close face of his companion, finding his breath catching of its own accord, his body pressed forcefully to the floor by the figure kneeling between his thighs. “Renji?” he practically breathed, his voice suddenly sounding loud to his own ears in the silence engulfing them.

“Ya think it’s such a good idea, actin’ all seductive when you know I’m feelin’ frustrated?” The redhead asked, a growl hovering at the edge of his voice. His grip tightened slightly on Hisagi’s wrists, and he tipped his head, barely brushing his lips over one exposed earlobe. A long, shuddering breath escaped Hisagi’s mouth, his tongue darting out to once again wet his lips. When Renji’s teeth closed on the curve of his ear, a chill shot down the brunet’s spine, and his hips twitched again, but this time, it was definitely involuntary, and absolutely not meant as a joke of any kind.

Bothering to reply to the question was a waste of effort, and they both knew it. Instead, Hisagi tipped his head back again, exposing the left side of his throat to his friend. The submissiveness of that move was not lost on Renji. Letting go of the earlobe, he latched onto the juncture between Shuuhei’s jaw joint and throat, sucking hard enough to bruise. The body beneath his shuddered pleasantly.

“Not gonna back out, are ya?” Renji asked, soothing the pretty bruise he’d created just under Hisagi’s ear with a few short licks. It stood out nicely against the pale skin, especially in the stark moonlight. He could tell that his friend was enjoying himself, but he didn’t want to feel as if he was completely taking advantage of the situation. Hisagi was no light weight – he’d had enough alcohol to make him unusually playful, but he still had enough mind to turn down Renji’s advances if they were truly undesired.
Instead of answering the question verbally, Shuuhei spread his legs wider, rolling his hips to press his growing arousal against Renji’s own through the fabric of both hakama. That was all the answer the redhead needed. “God, you’re too sexy,” Renji growled, bending forward further to press his lips against Hisagi’s mouth, his tongue seeking entrance immediately. Hisagi’s mouth opened willingly to the assault, his own tongue tangling around Renji’s, a tiny moan escaping his throat to be lost between them.

The brunet was not normally so submissive. He’d never bottomed for any of his partners, but with Renji looming over him, pinning him down, so in control, he found himself aching for more. When Renji’s free hand slid between them to cup his captive’s arousal and squeeze ever so lightly, Hisagi lost the last tiny bit of will to fight back he had possessed. Thrusting up against said hand, he captured the tongue invading his mouth between his teeth, suckling on it almost violently before Renji took it from his reach.

“Already so hard,” Renji whispered against the tattooed cheek, tugging on his friend’s arousal through the layers of cloth and grinning at the resulting whimper. Swiping his tongue over the ink, he briefly nuzzled his nose into the soft black bangs framing Hisagi’s face. “Gotta move. Not doin’ you on the floor,” he said, letting go of his friend’s wrists to push himself up into a standing position. The brunet gazed up at him through partially lidded eyes, making use of his freed hands to start pushing away his own clothing in a manner that was altogether too alluring.

“Don’t wanna move,” the ninth division lieutenant complained, already free of his top and working on the sash at his waist. His skin was glistening slightly in the pale light, every firm line highlighted, rosy nipples so erect they looked almost painful. Renji knew if he didn’t get the guy on his feet and moving before he managed to get naked, they really would be rutting in the middle of the room. But a cold floor was hardly his idea of a good time – not when there was a perfectly functional futon available to them in the next room. So reaching down, he grabbed the stripping vice captain by the wrists once again, dragging him to his feet against his will.

“It’s not far, and I’ll make it up to ya,” Renji comforted, wrapping one arm around Hisagi’s waist to help keep him upright when the brunet practically collapsed against his chest. “Ya really are a mess,” he chuckled, then bent down to wrap his arms under his friend’s thighs, managing somehow to hoist him up. Wrapping his legs around Renji’s waist, Shuuhei leaned in for a sloppy kiss, fingers tangling tugging the tie on his ponytail, releasing a fall of crimson hair for him to bury his hands in.

“How romantic,” he said, grinning against the redhead’s mouth and digging his heels into the muscular thighs. Renji grinned right back at him, squeezing both cheeks of the brunet’s firm ass in retaliation. But he wasn’t feeling all too incredibly steady on his feet either, and knew he’d better get moving or risk dropping his squirming cargo right back where he’d found him. Fortunately for them both, it wasn’t far to the bedroom, and once he stumbled in, he only had to make a few long strides before he was able to deposit his precious load on the futon.

Leaning down over the prone vice captain, Renji bathed his ear with his tongue, unable to resist flicking his fingertips over both of the brunet’s pebbled nipples, wrenching a strangled gasp from him. “Ya have about thirty seconds t’ get outta those clothes,” Renji growled, capturing the abused nubs between forefingers and thumbs and pinching them roughly, delighting in the way the body beneath his arched and writhed. Then pulling away, he stood up and gazed down on his thoroughly debauched friend. “Strip,” he demanded, a thrill of ecstatic pleasure traveling the length of his spine when a blush tinted Hisagi’s cheeks pink, yet he immediately heeded the command, his body twisting on the sheets as he removed the last of the fabric from his body. The ninth division lieutenant had to be either out of his mind or still incredibly drunk – no way he would have acquiesced to Renji’s command otherwise.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything hotter than this, Renji thought, reaching down to press his palm firmly against his own arousal to take even the slightest edge off. Hisagi grinned at that, and spread his thighs wide, reaching down and taking his unclothed erection in one fist, stroking upward and squeezing himself just below the head. His lips parted, and he groaned, eyelids fluttering shut. “Shit, Renji, hurry the hell up and touch me,” he gasped, fisting his cock with renewed vigor. Renji was forced to reevaluate his previous thought – this was definitely the sexiest sight he’d ever laid eyes on. This normally stoic, so in control man, spread out on display, and so desperately aroused that he was begging with both his body and his voice… begging for him to bring him release.

“Not so fast,” Renji said, finally finding his voice underneath the fog of lust that was slowly taking control of his mental faculties. “Ya get t’ be touched when I say ya get t’ be touched,” he continued, reaching down to take hold of the hand on Hisagi’s erection, pulling it away, despite the protesting whine. “Your drunk ass is gonna cum before I get t’ touch ya if ya keep that up,” he explained, sliding forward to cover the naked body with his own, nestled quite comfortably between the brunet’s thighs. “If ya can’t behave, I’ll tie ya up.”

Smirking, Hisagi wiggled his hips, tempted to disobey the command just to get his friend riled up. But even as drunk as he was, he knew that doing so would only delay things, so he complied, stretching his arms up above his head, grasping his right wrist in his left hand. “You keep me waitin’ much longer and I’m gonna fall asleep,” he teased, the following laughter broken by a gasp when warm lips closed around his right nipple and teeth scraped over the sensitive flesh. His fingers flexed more tightly around his wrist, and he bit down hard on his lower lip, shuddering with the effort of clamping down on a moan. When the tip of Renji’s tongue repeatedly flicked over the captured nub, the sound tore from his throat, his entire body deciding to rebel at once, writhing against the sheets and the solid form above him. He had always had sensitive nipples, but his long term abstinence seemed to have brought the sensitivity to a whole new level. The pleasure was so great that it would probably be painful if he weren’t still somewhat numbed by drink.

While working on stripping his own clothing off, Renji kissed and licked his way across the trembling chest, more than pleased with the reactions he had pulled from his friend so far. The fact that it had been so long since Shuuhei had last had sex was making him a very eager lover, and that was never a bad thing, as far as Renji was concerned. “Still gonna fall asleep?” he murmured against the previously ignored nipple before taking it between his teeth, tugging roughly, his tongue already flicking against it, over and over again.

Hisagi’s reply was nothing more than a slurred assortment of curses, his hips rocking desperately, grinding his arousal against Renji’s now bare stomach. The brunet was dangerously close to release already, and when Renji lifted his head and blew lightly over the saliva soaked nub, while pinching and twisting the other between his finger and thumb, Hisagi’s head flew back against the mattress, his pelvis thrusting urgently, balls drawing up tight to his body. “Ah, Renji, shit... I can’t... I...” he rambled, cutting off his own words with a hoarse shout as he shot his seed between them, coating his own abdomen as well as Renji’s quite generously.

“Goddamn,” Renji murmured, planting gentle kisses around the overly sensitive nub, careful not to actually brush against it while the brunet rode out his orgasm. He couldn’t remember ever seeing someone climax from almost nothing more than having his nipples played with, but he had to admit it was extremely arousing to watch, especially since he had been the one to cause such an explosive reaction. Sliding down further between the legs wrapped around him, Renji set about lapping up the spilled seed from Shuuhei’s stomach while the brunet struggled to catch his breath.

“Shit, sorry, oh man... sorry Renji,” Hisagi said between heavy breaths, folding one arm over his eyes. Even with too much sake as an excuse, he couldn’t believe that he’d cum so easily. It had only been a year since the last time he’d had sex of any kind, not that long considering his life span. Even as a virgin, he hadn’t shot his load that easily. But Renji just snorted, before kissing and nipping his way along the crease of one hip.

“Ya do something that sexy again and I’ll take ya so hard ya won’t be able t’ sit down for a month,” he said, swirling his tongue through the stickiness still left on the vice captain’s softened cock. A short burst of nervous laughter was the only answer. Well, at least Hisagi hadn’t taken it too seriously.

Thinking his friend had been given plenty of time to catch his breath, Renji slid both hands under the firm globes of his ass, squeezing them both tight before flipping him over onto his stomach. “Hey, not fair,” Hisagi complained, resisting for a few moments while the redhead attempted to pull him up to rest on his knees. A solid slap on one fleshy cheek with the flat of Renji’s hand stopped the resistance, and resulted in an amused chuckle. “Ohhh, sorry, I’m bein’ such a bad boy,” the brunet purred, a stupid grin stretching his lips while he wiggled his hips. Just for that, Renji slapped the other cheek twice as hard. That brought out the gasp he’d been looking for.

“I hope ya remember all of this in the mornin’, cause there’s no way in hell you’ll believe me when I tell ya what a slut ya were.” Smirking, the redhead grasped both cheeks and spread them open, one thumb teasing against the puckered entrance, making his captive squirm. Lowering his head, Renji planted a few kisses along the crevice, his tongue darting out to tease around the opening, and Hisagi reflexively spread his knees, silently encouraging him for more. That was all the invitation he needed – while his fingers kneaded the firm flesh in their grasp, he drove his tongue inside, forcing incoherent whimpers from the brunet as he explored the tight little tunnel.

Once Hisagi began to positively mewl in pleasure, hips bucking against his will, Renji removed his tongue, and nipped at the pale skin of one cheek, earning himself a half hearted cuss from his victim. Even a short glance informed him that he’d brought his friend to full arousal again. His erection was already weeping from the onslaught. Crawling forward just a bit, he reached under his pillow, fetching a half empty tube and popping the cap off to coat his fingers liberally in the scentless fluid.

He didn’t need to ask if Shuuhei was ready – if the guy was any more relaxed, he’d melt right into the mattress. So he slid one hand over the brunet’s hip, running it over his abdomen before taking hold of his renewed erection, squeezing it just under the head. Hisagi clawed at the sheets, trying to thrust into the almost too tight grip, a shuddering moan escaping him when Renji’s thumb slid along the slit, smearing precum over the heated, silky flesh. The brunet was distracted enough to barely take notice of the two fingers slowly making their way inside him, wiggling as much as they could in the blessedly tight channel.

“Damn, you’re so tight,” Renji murmured, raining kisses over the small of his back as he thrust his fingers slowly in and out. When Hisagi began to thrust himself onto the invading digits, the redhead added a third, increasing the pace as well. His teeth set about making an interesting pattern of marks over one globe of Shuuhei’s ass, and he watched as his fingers squeezed in and out of the slick entrance, lube running down the brunet’s crevice, trickling over the insides of his thighs. When his fingertips finally brushed against the tiny nub inside, Hisagi nearly choked on a moan, and drove himself back onto the questing digits.

“Renji..” Hisagi groaned, pressing his forehead against the mattress, straining for enough breath to speak. “Just… just fuck me already,” he finally managed to growl out, though it sounded less like a command and more like a plea than he cared to really think about. He didn’t have to ask twice – Renji was so hard he thought he might explode at any moment.

Grasping Hisagi by his hips, Renji flipped him onto his back in one swift movement, pressing his legs back and settling between them. Leaning forward on one hand, pressed into the sheets near Shuuhei’s head, he crushed their lips together, seeking and being granted access to the delicious mouth once again. And while he claimed Hisagi’s mouth, he quickly smeared his aching erection with lube, lining it up with the quivering entrance and pushing his way in slowly, swallowing the gasps and groans of pain and pleasure as they escaped the brunet’s throat. Even after having his fingers buried in that heat, he couldn’t believe how incredibly tight it was. He felt as if his life was being squeezed out through his cock, yet every moment was pure bliss. Even Hisagi’s fingernails digging into his back couldn’t phase him – the pain was easily overlooked in comparison.

Breaking the kiss, they both panted for air, foreheads resting together, Renji’s hair spilling down over his shoulders and tickling over Hisagi’s chest. Even if Hisagi hadn’t needed time to adjust, Renji couldn’t have moved if it meant his life; the smallest thrust would send him straight over the edge. “So tight, gods, so tight,” he breathed against Shuuhei’s parted lips, reaching down with his free hand to capture a nipple between forefinger and thumb, twisting it lightly just to watch the eyes below him cloud further with lust. That earned him a shaking moan as well as another set of fingernail marks on his back.

“Move, damnit,” Hisagi groaned, sliding his hands up over the finely muscled back, tangling his fingers in the long crimson locks and tugging, pulling Renji in for another kiss. Their teeth cracked together, tongues twisting and exploring, almost as if trying to swallow their counterpart’s whole. Slowly, carefully, Renji’s hips thrust back and forth, making only tiny movements until he was confident he wouldn’t just instantly cum. Pulling almost completely out, he slammed back in, their kiss broken when both of them nearly keened in pleasure. Foreheads pressed together, they breathed in to each other’s mouths as Renji’s hips continued to slam against the body beneath him, driving his engorged cock in and out of Hisagi’s tight passage.

Wrapping his legs around Renji’s waist, Hisagi dug his heels into the redhead’s thighs, using the leverage to meet his thrusts. The change in angle allowed Renji’s cock to slam against his prostate nearly every other time he drove himself in. Nonsensical streams of words, littered with curses along with praise, tumbled from Shuuhei’s lips, his fingers clenching tight, nearly pulling the hair right out of Renji’s scalp. It didn’t take a genius to figure out he was close to the edge, and his partner wasn’t far from it himself.

“Renji, please,” the brunet managed to groan out between harsh breaths and babbles, his back arching, head tipped back, squirming around as if he couldn’t physically contain the pleasure. “Touch me, need it.. please, gods..” he pleaded, licking his lips and tasting the salty sweat. Renji couldn’t have refused him if he’d wanted to – leaning further down, he latched his lips onto one perky nipple, the hand not busy holding him up wrapping around Hisagi’s erection and stroking the length at a pace to match their thrusts. That increase in stimulation was just enough to push the brunet over the edge. Shuddering from head to toe, his voice leaving his throat in a shout that resembled Renji’s name, he shot his seed between them, splattering as high as his chest, and coating the fingers wrapped around his cock.

“Oh god,” Renji muttered, sucking hard on the pebbled flesh between his teeth and thrusting violently into the pulsing, grasping channel, managing to bury himself completely before he joined Hisagi in orgasm, spilling his seed inside him. His hips thrust weakly a few more times, riding out the sensation as long as possible before his body slumped forward in exhaustion. Forehead resting against Hisagi’s collarbone, he breathed heavily against his chest, waiting until the stars stopped dancing behind his eyelids before slowly pulling out and rolling to the side.

A few more minutes passed, and Renji opened his eyes, turning his head to look at his companion. His eyelids were drooping, mouth hanging open slightly, hair a complete mess, and there was cum on his chin. The redhead couldn’t help but grin, feeling a bit smug in the afterglow. When Shuuhei glanced over at him, he chuckled, rolling on his side and running his thumb over the brunet’s chin, swiping up the stray cum and pressing it between the debauched Shinigami’s kiss-swollen lips. Despite being completely wiped out, he still felt his cock stirring when that pink tongue swiped it from his skin.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he murmured, draping his arm across the brunet’s chest and pulling him close. Ducking his head, he kissed the inviting lips, and their tongues tangled, content to swirl in lazy circles around each other. Only when Hisagi started to finally drift off to sleep did they stop. Renji placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, and then sighed quietly.

“Figures, drunk bastard left me t’ clean up the mess.”