Superstar!

Chapter One – Waking Up Naked

Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I making any money off of this fanfiction. Please enjoy responsibly, and do not try in your own home. ;D

Warnings: This will probably get pretty adult, so I'm rating it M. So if you don't like hardcore, please do not continue, or just skip those parts. Except I can get pretty grungy, without realizing it. There will be swearing. I do like typing 'shit' a lot. Haha.

AN: Alright. Another fiction, that I'm hoping will only be ten chapters. I wanted to do a fic like this, mainly because I was reading 'Catwalk' by pretense, and I really liked it, etc etc. [even if it isn't my favourite pairing, I still liked it]. And I was all "I want to write a cheesy strange fiction with this plot line idea!"
However, I did this with Shuuhei and Renji. 3 3 Except, with my warped and twisted mind, things got warped and twisted. I'm hoping to keep the characters as in character as possible, which will mean, Shuuhei will be rather nerdy and shy on some levels, and outrageous on others.. and Renji will be just plain outrageous. ;D

Please enjoy. :3

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Part One: Shuuhei

Relaxed, totally and utterly relaxed.

Letting out a sigh, Shuuhei Hisagi stretched out, enjoying the hum throughout his body.

It was a feeling he wasn't truly used to, and if he didn't know any better, he would say he had spent all night having sex.

His hand hit something warm.

Warm?

Opening his eyes, Shuuhei chanced a glance, and felt his good morning vibrations fly out the window.

It hurtled back towards him. Last night, he had got the news that his band had made it the top of the oricon. They had gone out to celebrate at a popular club, and feeling on top of the world, he had taken a few drinks.

Which had been when he had spotted one of the sexiest men he had seen in a while, tearing up the dance floor.

The vibrant red hair, and the strange black tribal tattoos had instantly captivated him, and he ended up drinking a little extra simply watching the man.

His friends had ditched him, knowing that he wasn't that much of a partier, despite his appearance, and he found himself alone.

Except, that was his pretense.

Once his friends ditched him, he went into full gear.

On top of the world, he figured he wanted a fuck.

And eyeing the beautiful specimen giving his all on the dance floor looked like the perfect person to fuck.

Finishing his drink, Shuuhei went out onto the dance floor, and quickly insinuated himself up against the redhead, not caring if the redhead was taken or not, if he was gay or not, or if he was totally going to get the redhead to ditch the people he came with.

Basically, if the redhead didn't want to go along with the 'master plan', then the redhead would say so.

The strobe lights were hot, the bodies even hotter, and feeling the redheads eyes on him, and then, completely focus on him, Shuuhei knew that he had reeled his prey in.

He moved his body with the redheads, as if they had been dancing forever, and he could tell that the redhead, liked that.

He was close enough to see the sweat beaded upon the redheads skin, the intense draw of his brows in concentration, and to see the red hair stuck to skin in sweat pulled ropes.

After about an hour of dancing, he managed to pull the redhead off the floor on the pretense of drinks, not needing to say anything, just edging them closer to the bar, until, impulsively, he grabbed the taller mans hand, and dragged him off the floor.

"Shit your good," the mans voice had a sort of endearing brashness to it, and Shuuhei was a little surprised he didn't get the first words.

However, he didn't mind too much.

"Whatcha want? I'll pay."

The redhead shrugged, "Whatever. Don't fucking care."

"Fine."

Ordering the drinks, there was a moment of awkward silence, before the redhead broke it.

"So why'd you pick me up?"

Appraisingly, Shuuhei looked at the redhead, before replying, "You're sexy. You can dance. Wanted to see if you'd give it a go."

The drinks arrived, effectively stopping conversation.

It was with noted surprise, that Shuuhei realized as the redhead finished his drink, that the man possibly didn't drink that often, especially by how easily alcohol seemed to effect him.

"This is pretty good," the redhead murmured, "Can I get another?"

And it went like that, until Shuuhei decided it was time to leave… not feeling too guilty, that he was taking advantage of the man, because really, what were the chances they'd ever meet again? And the man was obviously not a virgin not with that body… plus, drinking with a stranger…

Which ended up with an intensely guilty Shuuhei staring at the warm body beside him.

Shit. He must have been drunker than he thought.

Carefully, he extracted himself from the sleeping mans clutches, and ignoring the pounding headache, quickly dressed.

Picking up a shirt, he scrutinized it, and figured it was his, drawing it across his sweat dried body.

Almost as an afterthought, he scribbled a note, before quietly leaving, hoping that the redhead would just remember him as a fuzzy memory.

Part Two: Renji

His ass fucking hurt, and he was freezing.

Red eyes popped opened, which was a regrettable action, as they quickly closed again.

Groaning, Renji struggled to catch up with his waking body.

'What the hell happened last night? Almost feels like I've been run over by a truck' came the groggy thought.

After a few moments, Renji tentatively opened his eyes, allowing them to adjust to the light.

The light was bearable, but still offensive.

It allowed Renji to slowly half sit up, wince, and curl onto his side, as he scanned his surroundings.

Definitely not home.

Did fucking Rukia ditch him at the club?

He tried to remember, but his head hurt too much, so he decided to ignore it.

He must have drank too much, that was the reason.

Closing his eyes, Renji did what he always did.

Denied he was hungover. Denied he was in a strange hotel room.

Deny that his ass hurt like hell….

After a few moments of sweet blissful denial, Renji decided that sitting up was the next wise move.

'Denial isn't working!' was the first thought of his, as he quickly sprang up from the sitting position.

The dizzyness didn't help, and he found himself clutching onto the ornate table provided.

Breathing heavily, it took him a moment to realize that there was a written note on the table staring up at him as another sign that denial didn't work.

Glaring at it, he was finally able to make out the neat, squished writing, written as if there were precise lines under each word.

"Don't worry, it's all paid for." – S

Whats paid for?

Oh right.

The room.

That's nice.

Renji's thoughts were disjointed.

Stumbling into the rather ornate bathroom – it was far more ornate than the one in his apartment – Renji entered the shower, washing off the previous nights residue, various flashes coming back to him.

Rukia and company wanted to take him clubbing. He had been working too hard at the retail store, and they had decided that he needed to get out and have some fun.

He had had a little bit of a dispute with the others, he remembered.

He had wanted to stay at the club and dance, he liked the music, the DJ wasn't piss ass annoying, and he had a good vibe on.

They wanted to club hop.

So, after a few terse words, they had left him to it, and his group had disappeared, not that he really gave a fuck.

Well, it did hurt. Hadn't they been the ones to drag him out?

Still, he was able to lose himself in the dancing, until some… someone, someone came up and danced with him. He only remembered that they were able to move easily with him, fall into the same rhythm…

Well, something must have happened, came Renji's thought, as he stepped out of the shower.

Pausing, he caught his reflection in the mirror and gasped.

His neck and chest were littered with red bite marks, and his ass, and thighs had dark hand shaped bruises… A little frightened, Renji turned around, the dull throb in his ass suddenly acting as a beacon light.

Carefully, he bent over a little, and shuffled forwards, so that his ass could get in view of the mirror.

Spreading his cheeks, he felt the blood drain from his face.

His anus while intact, was intensely bruised and.. well..

"SHIT!"

His word reverberated around the largeish bathroom, and he stood up fast, hitting his head against the towel rack. Cursing, Renji stumbled out of the bathroom, and grabbed his things.

He did not do what he thought he did, it was all a lie, all a lie. Soon he would be back home, living his normal boring life, that did not involve him losing his virginity to some stranger whose name he did not know.

To a guy no less.

Shit, what would Rukia say? His, fiancée since birth?

His blood ran cold at the thought of her brother finding out.

Byakuya had always hated him for unknown reasons, and would leap around for joy if he found out Renji had done a one night stand on his little sister.

One night stand…

Shit.

Shit.

Almost without any hope, Renji peered into the small garbage can by the bed, and felt relief gush through him as he noticed a used condom in there.

At least the fucker had been considerate and decided not to give him a vile disease.

Denial will prove to be much easier without any STI's lurking about.

Grabbing his shirt, Renji tugged it on, feeling that something was off.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he felt his panic turn to a slow anger.

Did the fucker steal his best bar shirt was well? The one he had paid twenty thousand yen for, because he promised himself he'd wear it all the time?

Last night was the first night he had worn it too, thinking it would bring him good luck… and now.. now…

With mild loathing, Renji eyed the torn black shirt that barely reached his belly button, exposing his midriff quite nicely.

The fishnet halfhazardly covered the material connected with chains.

The strangest fucking shirt he had ever seen.

He had no idea how the fucker [as he had begun to mentally call his one night stand] had mistaken his glorious new twenty thousand yen shirt, for this monstrosity, but apparently he had.

His glorious black shirt, that fit him perfectly, like a second skin, not exposing any skin, but suggesting enough that you wanted to see more.

The sleeves were ripped, exposing his shoulders, and there had been a large chain on it, giving it a punk look….

Really, how the hell could the fucker mistake that?

Well, too late now, Renji angrily thought, as he finished gathering up his items, and left the room.

Hopefully, this didn't mean he'd be late for work.

Glancing at his cellphone, Renji felt his heart pick up pace, as he realized he only had an hour to get home, and then to work.

Shit! He knew letting the others take him out was not a good idea.

He hoped the boss would not be down his throat today, or else he might end up accidentally getting himself fired.

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AN: So what do you think? Interesting enough to continue or just leave it at that? I'm a very uninspired writer, and generally only write evil little oneshots.

So reviews would be greatly appreciated in my finishing this up.

Thanks