"I may have a concussion, a broken rib and arm but I will die before you carry me up those fucking stairs!" Ikkaku yelled, supporting himself against the wall and feeling more and more high and dizzy off of the pain killers he received. Rukia slapped the elevator button once more in frustration.
"Hey, works for me! Your dead body will be so much easier to carry, since you can't yell in my fucking ear!" Renji screamed back at him, making Rukia press the button more insistently. Sighing, she silently gave up, "C'mon Ikkaku…you have to get upstairs and rest. Your condition is horrible and the drugs only help with the pain they don't repair your body."
"Says who?" a delusional and wobbly Ikkaku said as he tried to climb the wall. Feeling his anger rising exponentially, Renji marched behind Ikkaku's drugged form, raising his fist threateningly over his head, preparing to knock the nuisance out already.
"Are you fucking crazy?" Rukia snapped, pulling Renji away by the back of his shirt, stopping any further violence that might've took place. "He's got a concussion, you'd kill him!" she exclaimed flailing her arms in the air.
"Hey," Renji grunted out through clenched teeth, "He's the one who said he'd rather die first, I was simply helping him with his wish." He reasoned, receiving an exasperated look from Rukia. After moments of silence interrupted by Ikkaku's swaying and humming Renji growled and threw his room mate over his shoulder in one quick move. Rukia felt herself smirking as she opened the door to the staircase for him, following behind his form with the dazed man draped over his shoulder like a sack of drugged out potatoes.
"Everything's spinning." Ikkaku noted in a high pitched voice, one Renji didn't even know he could make. "Yeah, get used to it cause even when your drugs wear off your heads gonna be spinnin' when you see the hospital bill." Renji laughed, hearing Rukia chuckle lightly behind him. Ikkaku's head snapping up, watching the petite girl ascend the stairs behind his floating form, reaching his arm out to swipe dizzily where her face was. "You're pretty…" he mused, his eyes seeming to glaze over even more at that statement, Rukia smirked and pushed his shaking hand away from her face.
"You're pretty fucked up," she responded, watching his hand fall down to meet the other one lifelessly.
"I KKKKNNNNOOOOWWWWW," Ikkaku pushed out, his voice probably louder than he thought as it echoed all the way down the staircase and filled the small room. Renji couldn't help but crack up laughing; pushing himself up two more flights with the heavy dead weight on his shoulder, sighing in relief when he finally reached the door. Rukia squeezed past them to open the door for Renji, him thanking her as she followed behind him silently down the hall lined with multiple doors. Stopping in his tracks Renji turned towards a door on the left, setting Ikkaku down gently and fumbled in his pockets for the key. Ikkaku pressed up against the wall and proceeded to slide down it, Rukia's hands grasping under his elbows tightly to keep him from falling down. "Whoa…take it easy…" she suggested in a soft voice, hearing Renji's huffs of aggravation as he rummaged through his pockets for that damn key.
"Ugh…" Renji began, rubbing the back of his neck, "I can't find my key…" he admitted shyly, feeling uneasy when Rukia shot an angry glare at him.
"After all that you can't find your damn key…that's what you're telling me? Where the hell could it be, Renji?" She raised her voice in anger.
Renji fumed, "I don't know, Rukia. Let's play the events aloud shall we. Grinding on the dance floor, could've fell out there. Grinding on the couch, could've fell out there too. Oh and last but not least grinding my ass on the asphalt to save you from getting hit by a car! Yeah could've fell out there too!" he yelled, throwing his hands in the air in outrage.
Rukia looked at the mumbling and drooling man propped up against the wall and sighed, thinking of what they were going to do now.
Then it hit her "Duh, Renji…Ikkaku would have a set of keys right, probably in his pockets." She analyzed, Renji looked up at the ceiling in confusion, "Ha, I'm stupid. Why didn't I think of that?"
"Cause, you're stupid," she added in a firm tone, like it was a fact. Turning her head to Renji's glare she laughed, "You said it first." She reminded him; he simply got on his knees and hesitated to reach into his friends pockets. Holding his hands out before the pockets, Renji simply paused them mid-air, his face scrunching up in disgust. He didn't wanna rummage through his male friend's pants.
"For gods sakes, Renji…" Rukia complained, getting down on her knees beside him as she firmly shoved her right hand into one of Ikkaku's pockets, gripping the contents there and pulling them out to display on the floor.
Spreading the articles apart, Renji and Rukia's eyes took in the wallet, pack of cigarettes and some business card of a stripper named 'Fantasy,' Rukia rolled her eyes…typical.
"He was probably at a strip club and touched one of the girls, that's why he got jumped outside. Probably by the bouncers and stripper pimps," Rukia mused, making Renji chuckle.
Fumbling through the small items on the floor, Renji's smile widened as he held up the small key into the air above him, "AHA!" he exclaimed, making Rukia sigh in relief…finally. Sitting up, Renji opened the door to the pent-house apartment, Rukia rose to her feet holding Ikkaku's pocket contents in her hand tightly. Walking into the apartment, Rukia placed Ikkaku's things on the nearest end table, her eyes searching the large and amazing apartment the two shared. The large glass windows the size of doors caught her eye as she took in the sight of the city outside, the tall prominent buildings speckled with different colored lights, and if she squinted she could see the stars in the night sky, even over the bright lights of the city.
"Wow…" Rukia said aloud, looking around the nicely furnished and decorated apartment, it was extremely clean and large, the open space calming her clouded mind. Renji came through the door and closed it, once more with Ikkaku draped over his shoulder, he walked passed Rukia briskly, "Funny, that's the first time some chick said that word without having a private tour of my bedroom first," he teased, flashing her a seductive smirk as he traveled up the small stair case and disappeared with the drugged-out man into a dark room. She shrugged off Renji's cliché comment and began to stroll around the place, looking at pictures and paintings on the walls; she chuckled to herself when her eyes fell on a picture of an obviously drunken Renji in a sea of his friends in a dark, what appeared to be a night club.
"Hey. What you lookin' at, nosey?" Renji teased, running down the stairs, plopping himself down with a sigh on the black leather couch. Rukia sighed, "Your apartment is pretty nice…" she complimented, taking a much needed seat next to him.
"Yeah I'm barely here most of the time…hence why it's so clean and shit," he mused, looking around his place. Frowning at the space between them, Renji decided he wanted her so much closer, "Hey, get over here" he invited, her suspicious glare shot his way. "I don't bite." He smirked, grabbing her wrist gently. "Funny…" she said, Feeling slightly aroused by his firm yet gentle grip, Rukia slid over next to him, swinging her leg over so that she was straddling his waist, her face a breathe away from hers. "That's what all the owners say…before you're bitten by their dog." Rukia teased, biting her lip.
Renji tried to calm his racing thoughts as the petite beauty eyed him with mischief. Lacing her arms around his neck, Rukia leaned in to calmly claim his lips, but once their lips met their passions escalated. Soon both Renji and Rukia were panting against one another, Renji's hands caressing her exposed thighs as Rukia's slid erotically down his chest, their lips dancing and their tongues exploring. Pulling away to catch their breaths, Rukia dove back in, making Renji groan into her mouth, to which she responded with a high whimper. Breaking the kiss suddenly, Renji occupied his mouth by pressing searing sucks and kisses to her elegant neck, nipping and licking at the skin there teasingly. Breathing in a shaky breath, Rukia lolled her head back, encouraging Renji to continue with the heated attack on her sensitive neck. When he leaned up to breathe hot air into her ear, before sucking on her lobe, Rukia's hips involuntarily bucked, pulling a moan from both of them. His hands gripping her ass, pressing her firmly on his now rock hard erection, damnwhatdoesthisgirldotome? He thought in sweet agony.
"HEEEELLLLLLPPPPPP!" a voice yelled loudly from upstairs, jolting the couple from their heated make-out session in a panic. Disengaging their bodies with frustrated sighs, Renji and Rukia walked up the stairs, trying to not feel all hot and bothered as they approached the wailing Ikkaku in his bedroom. "What?" Renji snapped once he stalled at his room mate's bedside.
"I need wa-water…" Ikkaku rasped, reaching his hand out above him, gripping at nothing but air.
"Well, pray for rain…" Renji replied bitterly. His head turning to Rukia, taking in the evil glare she was giving him. Sighing Renji made his way downstairs to get raspy a glass of damn water. Fumbling through the glasses in the cabinet Renji filled it with ice and cold water, a war waged in his head over whether he should spit in it or not. But, his good will got the best of him. His ears twitching when he heard the faint sound of muffled voices coming from Ikkaku's room…great,Ican'timaginewhatshithe'stellingheraboutme,Renji sneered.
"Well what's his type then?" Rukia asked curiously at his last random statement, pulling the wheeling desk chair to his bedside so she could sit in it, awaiting his answer.
"I don't know…whores I guess," Ikkaku said, furrowing his brows as the ceiling seemed to turn green right before his eyes.
"Ha, isn't that every guy's type?" she laughed, looking around his dark room, the only light coming from the hallway as it stabbed through the darkness, enough so that she could make out how completely out of it he was. "Yeah. Well…yeah." He said, realizing the truth in her statement for the first time.
"But…he sleeps around a lot." Ikkaku stated bluntly.
"Doesn't every guy?" she echoed.
"Okay, are you a lesbian or something…?"
"No. Why?" she questioned in amusement.
"You're way too cool about this shit. You've gotta be in the closet or something?" Ikkaku wondered, his eyes focusing and then blurring on the ceiling above him.
"Nah, I'm completely straight, besides I don't get along that well with other girls. You think I could stomach dating them?" she smiled, playing with the torn hem of her dress.
"Oh fuck, just marry Renji already. You two are fucking perfect for each other. I don't know what I was thinking!" Ikkaku exclaimed, gripping his head tightly.
"What were you thinking…?" she asked curiously, tilting her head to the side at him.
"I don't know…thought it would be easy to score with Renji's chick, it usually is. I guess not with you though. At least not yet," Ikkaku said laughing, then laughing louder and harder making Rukia slightly uneasy.
"Okay, well it was nice talking to you. Get some rest…" Rukia blurted out awkwardly as Renji handed Ikkaku the glass of water, gripped her wrist and pulled her from the room, shutting the door behind them.
"What did he say to you?" Renji whispered, leading her to his bedroom for more privacy.
"Ha, nothing, it's stupid." Rukia laughed, shrugging off Renji's nervous glare.
"No, tell me everything he said, so I can dispute it." Renji demanded, making Rukia sigh.
"Ha, okay well…he started by calling you a whore. Called me a lesbian then said we belonged together. Then he got mad that he couldn't steal me from you and ended by insinuating I was a whore," she breathed out in a chuckle, replaying her conversation with Ikkaku completely in her head.
Renji blinked, "Uh, okay…?" confusion painted all over his face. "Good to know the drugs don't inhibit his ability to uphold a decent conversation," Renji added with a laugh. Rukia stared straight at Renji, making him raise an eyebrow questioningly. His facial expressing turning to one of shock when she kicked his door closed, and jumped onto him with her legs around his waist, knocking them onto his bed. Her lips smashed on his once more, taking him seconds to register her bold movement before he complied with her wants, giving in to her and letting her take control. Tugging on the hem of his shirt, Renji sat up, helping her slip the material over his head, her small hand flinging it to the floor as her lips hungrily descended his once more.
Her hands slid over the exposed tattooed flesh of his chest and abdomen, her nails digging in lightly, causing Renji to groan against her lips. Her thighs tightened around his hips in excitement when she heard his deep, lust-filled moan. Sliding his hands up her thighs boldly, Renji settled them on her ass once more, squeezing the soft yet firm cheeks through the material of her tattered dress. Pulling his hands from her body, Rukia pinned his wrists above his head with her hands, leaning in to suck roughly at his neck, tearing more thick grunts and moans from his lips, taking pride in the feel of his confined erection between her legs.
Lifting herself from his body, Rukia crawled backwards off the bed, standing to her feet as her heated gaze never left his own. Renji sat on his forearms, watching the temptress play in front of him. Her hands reached behind her slowly to tug at the zipper of the dress, sliding it down all the way, her hands then moving to the thin straps resting on her shoulders. Renji watched as she bit her lip suggestively at him before pulling off the straps slowly, one at a time, before she shimmied slightly, pushing the dress from her body, where it pooled around her feet. Rukia breathed out as she stepped elegantly out of the pile, Renji's eyes traveled from the floor up to her lithe form, her long beautiful legs, the contrast of her black lace panties with her ivory colored skin and he felt himself get light-headed as his eyes took in the sight of her pale perfect breasts.
His eyes drinking the gorgeous view of her small, soft mounds, her dark pink nipples erect, just begging for him to touch and tease them. Crawling slowly towards him, Rukia traveled up the expanse of his body, brushing her breasts purposely over his cloth covered groin and letting her nipples slide up his chest teasingly, making him pant slightly. "God, Rukia…you're gorgeous." Renji told her, taking in the sight of the half-naked angel straddling his waist with that sexy shimmer in her eye that teased his mind with not such pure thoughts. Rukia leaned in to kiss him slowly, almost agonizingly slow as she teased him into submission, licking his lips softly before covering them sweetly with her own.
"HHHHHHHHHHHEEEELLLLPPPP!" a voice called again in a desperate scream, making the couple jump once more, their hearts skipping a beat with fright.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Renji yelled, louder than necessary making Rukia cringe and cover her ears. "I need help!" Ikkaku screamed muffled slightly through the walls.
"God damn it!" Renji grunted loudly, Rukia got off his lap and sat down on the bed, watching Renji stomp out of the room. With a sigh and a now clear mind, Rukia pulled the sheet and comforter over herself, snuggling comfortably in the mattress. She smirked softly as she heard a muffled argument between Renji and Ikkaku down the hall, she squinted trying to make out the words but soon gave up, ignoring everything around her as she grew tired and weary. Hearing Renji enter the bedroom and shut the door quietly, Rukia simply snuggled deeper into his soft sheets, sighing in content.
Renji stopped by the side of his bed, blinking at the sight of Rukia's sheet covered back turned to him; she looked all ready for bed now. Sighing in frustration, Renji undid his jeans, slipping them down his legs and stepping out of them, now clad only in his boxers. He softly lifted the bedding some to slip his tense body under the soft waves of fabric, wrapping his arm around Rukia's hips and pulling her back against his chest. The feel of her bare skin on his making both of them sigh, Rukia turning her head to smile at him as he stroked the underside of her breast with his thumb gently.
"I'm guessing this will be continued later?" Renji inquired, hopefully she hadn't changed her mind about him, what with how fucking great their night was going.
"Of course," she smiled, snuggling back against him as he placed a soft kiss on her neck. "You won't get rid of me that easily," she teased as he buried his face in her hair.
"What about Ikkaku?" he questioned jokingly.
"Yeah, not even he can get rid of me," she laughed followed by a delicate yawn.
Renji's mind wandered to a question he had been holding in since he found out who she was.
"What about your brother?" he asked quietly, awaiting her response.
"Ha," she breathed out, "What about him?" she asked, leaning up to kiss his nose before resting her tired head on the pillow once more.
"That's good to know, Kuchiki Rukia," he said before sleep enveloped his senses.