Title: Give your Heart for a Dog to Tear
Author: Keitaro
Rating: M, Swearing like a sailor, sex, mansex, and adult subject matter.
Pairing: Shuuhei/Renji
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or the characters. They are the creation of Tite Kubo. All of the characters are of legal age to do whatever they're all doing, and they may be a little OOC at times.
1.
When Shuuhei woke up to a mass of red hair and a splitting headache, his first though was "How much did I drink last night?"
There had been sake, a lot of sake, at Ichigo's birthday party, and he of course had to show everyone he could still drink them under the table, especially that damn Ikkaku from 11th squad.
"Red hair." That's odd, he didn't know of a female shinigami with red hair, he did a test grope in the chest area.
"That's weird." While the muscles were firm, he didn't really feel any.. breasts. Well maybe they were small, and that's ok. He always thought Matsumoto's were way too large anyway, there was a limit on what you could actually have fun with. He let his hand wander south, feeling the firm abs and then further down…
"What the fuck.." THAT certainly wasn't supposed to be there, Shuuhei pulled back and saw extensive tattoos all down…
"OH HELL NO!"
He was here, in bed, naked with one of his best friends, a very, VERY naked Renji.
"Ok, just think…" Shuuhei cast around the room, for any hint as of to what might have happened. He saw the 6th squad insignia on the wall, so this was apparently Renji's quarters, and clothes thrown haphazardly everywhere.
"Dear god, no.." Maybe they were just drunk and passed out, and got hot because alcohol always makes you sweat a bit. Knowing he was just bullshitting himself, Shuuhei separated himself from Renji as gently as possible and got the hell out of there.
Several hours later, Renji woke up with a smile on his face. After all these years of hoping, Shuuhei had finally kissed him, and then came back here for a night of incredible…. well LOT of incredible things actually. He turned over to hold his new lover only to find an empty pillow. As realization set in, a single tear drop rolled down his cheek.