Title : Friends and Lovers (1)
Author : keann
Pairing : ShuuheiRenji
Rating : M (on the safe side)
Genre : romance
Warning : yoai
Summary : Hisagi was drunk. Abarai took care of him.
Disclaimer : Bleach belongs to Kubo. Shuuhei belongs to Renji; Renji to Shuuhei likewise.
A/N : English is not my first language and the fic is un-beta'd. Pardon my grammar and vocabulary. Most welcome to point out any error spotted. Corrections will be made with heartfelt thanks.
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Hisagi Shuuhei stirred and came around from the deep sleep that enveloped him just moments ago.
He was not in his own room. He was not sleeping on his own futon.
There was dim light from somewhere and when he turned towards it he noticed a silhouette sat leaning against the open shoji window.
Hisagi recognized that reiatsu before his fighter's instincts kicked in and jumped wide-awake.
"Ummmmmp, Abarai?" His throat dry. His eyes stung.
The redhead turned and a grin spread across his handsome face. Abarai Renji was in his yukata with his long crimson hair down, one elbow on the window frame with hand on his cheek.
"Why am I here?" Hisagi tried to get up but fell back feeling light-headed.
"Hisagi-san, you better stay still. You have taken too much sake." Abarai moved towards Hisagi. His silhouette glowed from the outside light. The sight dazzled Hisagi. "I delivered document to Division Ten and Hitsugaya-taichou asked me to walk you back. Only you insisted that you didn't want to go back...to your division so I brought you to my quarter."
Hisagi recalled bumping into Komamura-taichou earlier that day when he paid a visit to the nameless grave of Tousen's beloved long-gone friend. He remembered accepting Matsumoto's invitation later that day to share some sake and found an already very drunk Kira at Division Ten office.
The last thing Hisagi remembered was Kira and himself being drunk under the table over and over again by one absolutely pissed Matsumoto Rangiku.
The conversation with Komamura-taichou did not ease his questioning mind on why his former taichou had turned against them and left. Neither did the drinking game with Matsumoto help putting at bay his feelings of desperation and hurt.
"I'm so sorry, Abarai. I must go." Hisagi suspected he had done something stupid in between the time of going from Division Ten to Division Six, for which he had no recollection. He was rarely out of control like this and he died to get out before making himself an even bigger fool in front of Abarai than he already had.
"No. You must rest." Abarai settled next to the futon, a glass of water in his hand. "And down it all if you don't want a hell-of-a hangover tomorrow morning."
Hisagi moaned and closed his eyes when he tried to sit up again. His head was splitting and the rest of his world was spinning. Suddenly a strong hand was on his shoulder and he felt anchored and steady again.
"Thanks. I do need some sleep. Can I stay over?" Hisagi emptied the glass, feeling weak and exhausted.
"If you don't mind sharing...I only got one set of futon." Abarai gave a small smile that seemed almost shy.
"Of course not. Thanks for...everything." Hisagi rolled over to one side before sleep took over him in a matter of seconds.
Yet Abarai simply sat there staring thoughtfully at the sleeping form. Hisagi Shuuhei had always been strong, poised, gentle and easy-going. He had never seen his senpai so devastated and broken.
Earlier that evening Abarai had run an errand for his taichou to deliver an urgent document to Hitsugaya-taichou. When he walked inside the office of Division Ten, Matsumoto, Hisagi and Kira were passed out on the floor with sake bottles all over the place. An obviously annoyed Hitsugaya-taichou had ordered his men to take care of Matsumoto and escort Kira back before asking Abarai to take Hisagi back to Division Nine.
Hisagi had been obliging and quiet when Abarai walked him out. But before they made it half the journey, Hisagi grabbed Abarai's collar and shouted about going for some more drinks. Abarai had no other way but to pacify his fellow fukutaichou and take him to Division Six instead.
What Abarai had never expected was the sudden onslaught initiated by Hisagi.
Upon learning that there was no drinks served in Abarai's quarter, Hisagi became agitated. He grabbed the redhead's collar again and shouted some more. Abarai readied himself for a dirty fight, but was taken aback when Hisagi pulled him in abruptly and started sobbing into his neck.
The next thing Abarai knew was that he was shoved back hard against the wall. Hisagi's tongue was already in his mouth and hands all over his chest.
"Renji..." His named was called against his own lips, sweet breath of sake dancing on his tongue.
He could have mustered his strength to push Hisagi away, if he had not lost himself in the sudden intimacy and closeness.
His hands found their way to the spiky dark hair when Hisagi's mouth moved down the tattooed neck to the tattooed chest. He gasped when Hisagi ground his own hardness against his groin.
Abarai was so aroused he could not stop trembling. He was only a breath away from losing the very last bit of his self-control.
Then as abruptly as things had started, Hisagi shuddered once and all the movement ceased. The emotional exhaustion combined with the alcohol affection had led to his premature release. His strength dispersed and his legs gave in on him. He slipped down onto the floor fighting back tears of frustration.
Abarai could not find any words. He helped his senpai to clean up and change before tucking him in on the futon. His heart ached when Hisagi responded like a puppet, avoiding eye contact all the time. His eyes never left his senpai until the older shinigami fell asleep.
Changing into yukata and settling himself against the window, Abarai tried to come to terms with the situation. The opportunity had presented itself, but it had led them nowhere. The equilibrium carefully maintained was upset and Abarai knew he had to make a decision, fast.
He loved and respected Hisagi. All the time.
Both of them were Ruikongai brats fighting their ways through the shinigami academy and landing at the Gotei 13. Both of them had lost something important along the way.
Hisagi Shuuhei was strong and sure, good at fighting but peace loving, hard on himself but easy on others, trusted by superiors and well loved by juniors. He was all-rounded as a warrior, an editor and a music-lover, and never stopped advancing himself in every department.
For as long as Abarai could remember, Hisagi Shuuhei was the closest thing to a role model for him to look up to and keep going on.
But he also wanted Hisagi. As always.
Knowing how good that mouth tasted and how hot that body felt now, he could no longer be around Hisagi without wanting to kiss him and touch him.
So when Hisagi woke up Abarai nearly fled out of the window. It was hard to tell whether Hisagi remembered the episode occurred between them earlier that night. The redhead's heart was wrenched by the surge of mixed feelings.
He was still painfully hard even when Hisagi rolled over and fell back asleep. But he paid no heed to that problem. Instead, he grabbed an extra blanket, wrapped himself up in a bedroll before laying down next to Hisagi.
-tbc-