This is the first fanfic I've written in a very long time. It was intended to be a one-off but turned into multiple short chapters. This is also the first Bleach (or any Anime) fanfic that I've ever written. Con-crit is greatly appreciated. I hope I've kept it a true sequel to Skarla's initial story.

Anything in Italics are direct quotes from www. fanfiction. net / s / 7333978 / 1 / Inebriated IntimacyInebriated Intimacy by www. / u / 331627 / Skarla Skarla.

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Sober Intentions: Wet Dreams

"We are off duty and kissing you senseless, I think you can call us by our first names, just this once."

Toshiro frowned. "You are not kissing me senseless,"...

Renji bolted upright. He could still feel a tingle in his lips, as if he'd just been touching them to someone else's. He licked them hoping to chase the taste but found only his own. That was the most vivid dream he'd ever experienced, he could almost feel another body touching him, his hands touching someone else. And the tent in his bed sheets showed just how much he'd been enjoying it.

Tracing his lips with his fingers, he licked them before sliding down to pinch a nipple. No, that didn't feel right. Not tonight. He touched his side, his hip, before wrapping a hand that felt too large around himself and let his imagination run with it. The first voice had been Shuu's but the eyes he saw were large and turquoise, white hair a tangled mess on the pillow. His imagination seemed to be on overdrive tonight.

He tried to go slow, he did. But how could he with his mind surrendering to Hitsugaya Taichou's toned body. He'd seen it a couple of times lately – at the baths and once when he just 'happened' to be innocently walking by the 6th squad's training grounds after overhearing someone talk about the fierce Taichou getting all sweaty over there.

Those sharp eyes and the tight body he'd grown into, this was not the first time he'd fantasized about Hitsu… Toshiro. Probably wouldn't be the last. But coming off that dream, he was flying in minutes. Kami, he felt like a teenager or something. He hadn't gone off that fast in years. Must be all the tension he's been carrying lately, that's all.

Wiping himself off on a corner of the sheet, he dropped into a dreamless sleep and woke feeling refreshed and somewhat happy, even having to face his own Taichou in a terse mood and a stack of orders to fulfill before he would be finished for the day. He couldn't think of why it didn't bother him today, but the sun was shining – okay it was a bit cloudy and would possibly rain later – and life just looked happy today. He'd take it.

"You taste just how I imagined you would," Renji whispered before he plunged his tongue into Toshiro's mouth.

Renji gasped out loud, almost rousing from his dream but surrendered again to the body in his arms.

Toshiro screamed, threw his head back into Renji's shoulder and shuddered helplessly as he came down Shuuhei's throat.

Renji woke to his own scream of completion echoing off the walls. The body in his arms felt so real. It was almost awkward to have his arm wrapped across his own chest, his other hand laying in a sticky mess at his groin. Even in his sleep he couldn't help but to succumb to this man, aroused in his arms. It was getting ridiculous. Creaming his own sheets in his sleep? Luckily he'd never been that loud when it happened the first time around or Rukia would have never let him live it down. As it was, at the time, he'd had to make excuses for getting up in the middle of the night. At least here no one would hear him.

"Two nights in a row, heh." Even in a whisper, his voice sounded rough with an emotion he didn't want to put a finger on. Grabbing a clean corner of the sheet he'd had to put on this morning, he wiped himself off and rolled to the other side of the bed. "Laundry tomorr…" and was asleep before he could finish the thought.

"Wait a minute, Renji, we're seducing Toshiro, remember? This was your idea,"

"Mmm, good idea…" Renji rolled over and encountered a stiff sheet rather than the warm body he'd been expecting.

Rolling back in a panic, Renji looked around disoriented until he realized he was in his own room with the sun shining brightly through the window, not a darkened room lit only with a kido spell.

"Fuck! I've got to get this under control. I'm not a kid anymore and there's no use obsessing over something I can't have," Renji reprimanded himself. Then smacked himself in the head for messing his only other set of sheets. He had just enough time to get a shower and set the laundry to run if he got moving or he'd be late to work. After his disrupted sleep the night before, today looked like it would be a long one.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" Toshiro hissed.

Renji shrugged. "Seducing you. Don't worry, we haven't finished."

The temperature in the room dropped noticeably. "Don't worry?"

Seeing that Renji was about to be inadvertently frozen, Shuuhei crawled up the futon and took over, by surprising Toshiro with a kiss.

Renji woke cold all over, feeling for ice crystals all down his side but not finding any. But there was another reason he was cold. In all the times they'd fooled around, he'd never dreamed about Shuuhei. Sure, he knew every inch of the man and he was hot as hell, but that didn't make him fantasy material. Not anymore. Lately there's only one man that occupied that spot and this was the third night in a row Renji dreamed about him. It was frustrating as hell. Maybe he just needed to go out and get himself properly laid. Shuuhei would probably be up for it, but would it be enough to stop these stupid wet dreams?

Shaking off the feeling, he lay down and tried to fall back asleep. When that failed him, he replayed the last few night's dreams. They were scattered memories of dream now but enough for him to relax and drift off but to a more vivid dreamscape than even the recent past.

Renji smiled his lazy cat smile and decided to see how Toshiro responded to dirty talk. "It's true that this was a drunken plot, but I was stone cold sober when I first noticed how sexy you were getting. I've been thinking about you for months, I've wanted to undress you, run my hands all over that cool skin of yours and watch you squirm as I licked your nipples." Renji ran his eyes over Toshiro's naked body, lingering on the toned muscles of his chest and stomach and his returning erection. He could tell that his words were having an effect on the young Captain as Toshiro's breathing sped up and his eyes flickered between Renji's own and his lips. He gazed straight into teal eyes as he continued, using his best bedroom voice. "I imagined sucking you off after meetings, running my hands through your hair and whispering all the things I was going to do to you into your ears. I imagined what your hands would feel like wrapped around my cock." Toshiro inhaled sharply as Renji leaned in. "You taste just how I imagined you would," Renji whispered before he plunged his tongue into Toshiro's mouth, kissing him as if he would drown if he didn't.

Toshiro brought up his arms and wrapped them tightly around Renji's neck as he returned the kiss, molding his body tight against Renji's.

This time Renji woke up wrapped tightly around one pillow, the other an exploded puff still in the air. He was twitching wildly and before he could even touch himself he came all over the pillow in his arms. He wanted to be disgusted but instead his mind was running over and over what he'd just experienced. These weren't dreams, he was sure of it now. Which makes sense - sort of. Seriously, why would he and Shuuhei have ended up naked in Hitsugaya Taichou's bed if there weren't something more to the story? It just didn't make sense any other way.

What also didn't make sense was that Shuuhei didn't seem to be acting any different. He was never able to keep a secret about himself, especially if someone else knew. He was like a teenager about it and would be over Renji's place rehashing the whole thing until there was nothing left to say. But he'd been over twice since that night and hadn't mentioned a thing. And Hitsugaya Taichou didn't seem to be anywhere Renji was. Even if Renji could feel his reitsu just around the bend, he was gone before the corner was rounded. It was almost like he was being avoided. But that would only make sense if it *had* actually happened. Right?

Renji sat up until the birds were chirping with his mind whirling. Seriously? He'd gone to bed with Toshiro, someone he'd been practically slipping in his own drool over since manhood had hit the Taichou with a very hard stick, and forgotten about it? Was he really as thick as everyone implied (or sometimes said outright)? The only way to know for sure was to track down the elusive Hitsugaya Taichou and see how they both react.

He didn't want to mention it to Shuuhei this time, though. If Shuu wasn't going to remember on his own, he wanted this all to himself. Hell, he wanted the Ice Prince all to himself anyway.

The next few days were brutal, and the nights were worse. Renji remembered more each night until the picture was complete all the way from the bar to the shower the next morning. He started sleeping with a towel wrapped around his waist in case he didn't make it through to the morning, and then he'd have something for when he did wake up anyway. He was starting to lose his discomfort with waking up that way, thinking about the reality of what happened. Each night the images became more clear, though he's sure they weren't that clear to begin with due to all the alcohol that had brought them daringly to Toshiro's bedside. How they'd survived was beyond him, but he hoped it might have something to do with him. And where there's hope, a stupid idea is always sure to form.

Now, if he could just find a way to be alone with the Taichou. Hell, even to get into the same room as him would be a start.