A/N: Hello again! Being a busy little bee and updating to make all of you readers happy! =3 Looks like I have these moods where I want to write then there are times I just want to read ya know? So yeah, Nothing much to say… Came out with a new story! A twist on vampires and werewolves, 'The Truth About Vampires and Werewolves'. =] Check it out.

The rest of his date with Momo consisted of them catching a movie, making out in his car and then later having sex on her living room floor before he left. As usual, it was a no strings attached kind, no laying around , cuddling or sweet talking. She hadn't ever wanted it and he didn't see the need to do it if it wasn't wanted.

Renji sighed drove home to his dinky but well kept apartment in a decent area of town. Parking his cherry red corvette in the garage, he locked it and went up to his apartment. His key slid into the lock easily and opened it. Pulling off his leather jacket, he tossed it on a chair as he passed it on his way to the fridge. He opened it, grabbed a beer, twisted off the cap and took a long pull from the glass bottle. Leaning the room, he went to his bedroom, shrugged off his clothes and from there went to the bathroom down the hall, stark naked. Hell, it was his place and he could be naked if he wanted.

Another drink from the bottle and he set it on the counter, surveying his reflection in the mirror. Faint circles were forming under his eyes and he sighed before taking another drink and finishing off the bottle. But the longer he gazed in the silver surface, he found his thoughts turning to the mysterious Ichigo Kurosaki who had winked at him earlier that night. The redhead admitted to himself that he was intrigued. He wasn't a stranger to the other sex, indeed he had plenty of offers whenever he went clubbing, but he rarely took them. For him, sex with another man had to consist of give and take, equal partners in the relationship. Which meant switching who's top and bottom every now and then.

But many who wanted him were clearly very dominant, their occupations and attitudes giving themselves completely away and he couldn't live with that for long.

But further thoughts were pushed aside as the shower called to him, his sweaty and tired body wanting sleep.

Renji relented and stepped into the stall, pulling the door shut, and turned on the water, letting the cold but gradually warmer liquid coat his skin and hair. He washed quickly, without much thought, and in about five or six minutes he was out, toweling himself dry. Wrapping his hair in the towel, he went to his room, collapsing on the bed and burrowing under the covers nude. He was asleep in a few minutes, the towel slipping off his head as he shifted about in his sleep, haunted by piercing brown eyes and orange hair.

The dawn greeted him by flashing rays of sun across his closed eyelids, a moan of protest forming on his lips as he cracked open one eye and let it fall shut. Grunting, he rolled out of bed and started to get dressed for work. A ringing came from his bedside table, Renji grabbed his cell and placed it to his ear as he pulled on a pair of boxers.

"Hey, where are you?"

"Getting ready Ikkaru," Renji yawned into the phone, slipping on pants, a shirt, and socks.

"Well get your ass over here before Hard Ass notices that you're almost late."

"Fine fine."

Muttering to himself, he hopped one foot, stuffing a boot on, and did the same with the other foot. Snatching his wallet and keys, the redhead ran out the door and flew down the roads to get to his place of employment. A few people honked but he wasn't caught by any cops and Renji breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled into the parking lot in record time. He dashed inside and punched in, exactly on time.

"Cutting it close, huh?"

The redhead turned to see his shaved friends head and the familiar red tattoos around his eyes. "Shut it Ikkaku, Momo kept me up all night. She dragged me around town and then back to her place to fuck. At least I get some," Renji grinned and chuckled at the scowl he received.

"Fine dickhead, just get to work. Hard Ass will be here any second to check up on us."

Snorting, he ducked a punch and went out into the garage. He sighed when he saw exactly how many cars and motorcycles awaited his tender care. Glancing over at a corner, he saw his baby. A Harley, 900 V-Twin with a cherry red metallic paint and zig zagging black lines that matched his own tattoos. Going over to the beast, he grinned and patted it. "Nice to see you Zabimaru."

"Good to see you on time Abarai."

Hurriedly, he turned and grinned, a sweatdrop on the back of his head. "Good morning Kuchiki," he replied.

Byakuya nodded and left to go back to his office.

Sighing, he rubbed his hands on his work jeans and looked over the papers on his desk that explained what each car or motorcycle was there for and when they were needed finished. Skimming the papers, Renji set to work, doing routine oil checks, spinning and rotating tires, and the like.

Many of the cars and such were well used and a bit out of shape but he did his best to get them running properly and purring like a bunch of sated cats.

Renji Abarai took satisfaction in his work, among the metal grease he felt at home. Concentrating on replacing a bad muffler, he re-tied his hair tie and tightened his bandana around his forehead with grease stained fingers. He bit his lower lip, focusing on his task and didn't even notice when he a pair of boots appearing as he worked under the car.

"Oi! Your shifts over," Ikkaku said, kicking Renji's boot clad feet. "Come on, we're going drinking tonight."

Rolling out from under the bumper, he blinked up at the other male. "Your head is reflecting the light into my eyes Ikkaku," he squinted and waved a hand in front of his face.

"Shut it moron, you already had one bald joke today. Plus, it's shaved not bald," the other man sniffed before regaining his composure and yanking Renji up. "No buts were going out to drink and dance."

Sighing, he rolled his eyes and felt himself relent. It had been awhile since he'd simply hung out with the guys. "Fine, fine. But I'm going home to change and shower. I stink."

"I'm getting you at 8:30."

That settled, Renji clambered into his car and drove home to get ready. He showered and dried his hair, pulled it back like normal and wrapped a black bandana around his head. After searching his closet, he pulled on pair of tight jeans, wiggling them on and not bothering with underwear since they would only bunch, and yanked on a black tank. He grabbed a pair of clean boots and laced them up over his socks.

Just then, the door rang and he sprayed some Axe on before snatching the necessities on his way out the door. The redhead slipped into his friend's car, buckled up and leaned back for the ride or what there was going to be of it.

It didn't take long for them to find the club, Neon Green, but it was hell finding a parking spot. They managed to find out a few blocks away from the club and climbed out, locking the car and making their way back to the building.

"It's a mix club just so you know," Ikkaku said chuckling.

"Mix?"

"Everyone of kinds come, gays, straights, swingers, etc. Just be prepared."

"Well thanks for the notice I guess," Renji frowned but didn't say anything else. He knew that a night of drinking and dancing was just what he needed and he planned to get smashed tonight.

There was a line at the door but Ikkaku and Renji just bypassed them, going straight to the front door. The bouncer, an intimidating man with spiked hair and an eyepatch, grunted and let them in with no trouble.

Leaning over, the Abarai spoke into the other's ear. "Know him?"

"Yeah, old friends. Now, here's to getting plastered!" Grinning like a madman, Ikkaku went up to the bar and ordered them a round of Kamekaazi for them both. Following, he didn't bother to refute the order and downed his shot as soon as he had it in his hand.

Three rounds later, Renji had a nice buzz going and one more shot made his mind a bit foggy. The dance floor was starting to look pretty good and poking Ikkaku, he pointed to the swarm of writhing bodies. Getting a nod, he left and lost himself in the mass of motion. The music was getting to him, his body started to move of its own accord.

He let go of himself like this for a while, time losing all meaning, but then he felt a warm body pressed up against his front. Cracking open a hazy chocolate cherry eye, he grinned.

"Fancy meeting you here," Ichigo said with a chuckle.

A/N: Love me or hate me I updated at least. XD