Superstar!

Chapter Four - Enraging Renji … Or Kensei's Really Bad Day

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

AN: I had a tough time thinking what would be the most effective way to start this chapter with. I figure what I settled with is sufficient. I'm sure you will all be thrilled that many things have popped up to interrupt my writing of this chapter. However due to the mind numbing boringness of my current job, it means I can sit there and think up sexy situations. Alas, with sexy situations also comes character development.

Sorry for the lateness, life happened. And then after awhile, I was all 'meh guess I should post this.'

Warning: Explicit masturbation. If you don't like this.. skip over it? But I did warn y'all from the beginning that this is M for Maturity, and not M for Mantaray!

Note On Text: Chikan – means substitute, it can also have the delightful meaning of pervert, molester, ooor relaxation of muscles, aka flaccid. :] Play on words, I suppose. The more appropriate word would have probably been dainen, or dairisha – both of which pretty much mean to substitute something else. Without all the bad meanings.

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Part One: Renji

Hot. So hot!

With a groan, he shoved the covers off himself, his mind pulling slowly up through the tangled spider web of dreams, the predominant one, mainly erotic.

He didn't want to open his eyes. No need to.

He could feel his dick throbbing against his leg, trapped inside of his once comfortable boxers. So horny. So in need.

Slowly, his arm moving, he slipped his erection out of his boxers, his mind settling into the numb horny state, focusing on sensation.

His thumb brushed against his perineum, a sort of sadistic tease to his throbbing erection. His mind automatically supplying the story, the soft hands of a nameless person teasing and working his cock.

His thumb dragged across the thick throbbing vein, sending delightful shudders throughout his body, and he let out a low moan.

A perk of living alone. Vocal masturbation. Throughout his youth, with the various servants scurrying about like ants, and his parents always seeming to pop up at inconvenient times, vocal masturbation was completely out of the question.

How mortifying it would be to have their butler, Slocum, imported directly from England with good money, to look at him knowingly, due to an overheard whimper or two.

He let out a louder groan, as he tightened his grip. His fantasy was not so ornate, he just wanted to jerk off, shower, and enjoy his day off.

His other hand trailed across his exposed chest, tweaking a nipple, before trailing down across his stomach, flexing his fingers against it, pretending it was someone else's hand.

His other hand had moved to teasing, and cupping his scrotum, the person jerking him off not listening to his 'wanting just a quickie'. But he didn't mind. He had time for this.

He mentally chastised the nameless person, who in return, gave his scrotum a firmer pull, before trailing one finger up his length, and spreading the precum down against the head of his penis.

Another groan followed, and with a few quick jerks, he let himself loose, letting out his largest moan yet.

He could feel his cum slide down his hand, and some of it had landed on his stomach, but he didn't care. Bliss. Pure bliss.

A sort of strangled noise from the doorway, caused his eyes to fly open.

Looking flushed, and mortified, the Fuckers head was staring at him with a rather explicit expression across his face.

Their eyes slowly met, Renji's, full of horror and mortification, Shuuhei's with lust, amusement, with a sprinkling of embarrassment.

"Oh my …" Renji stuttered out.

Shuuhei's eyes averted. "Uhm… breakfast is ready for after you clean up… just wanted you to know."

The head disappeared, and Renji continued to stare at the space, wondering if what had just happened had happened.

It was only then, that the smell of food hit him. Delicious breakfast food was wafting around the apartment, and Renji tried hard to remember when was the last time he had gone food shopping.

When he finally made it to the kitchen, the smell of food and the mystery of where it had come from driving him past the edge of embarrassment, what Renji expected to see was not what he saw.

His eyes travelled across Shuuhei's mostly bare torso, it only being interrupted by an absurdly large bow at the back, and the lowriding blue jeans, that he had a burning suspicion, were the exact pair he had just been looking for moments before.

In fact, the longer he stared, the more he realized that the Fucker didn't seem to have enough decency to wear any sort of underpants to go with the jeans, and the thought of that bare ass rubbing consistently against the denim, or the open cock rubbing up front, against the rough texture, and the what have yous that come with such things, caused Renji's mood to begin to simmer into anger.

"Ah, you're ready. Sit down, the fish is nearly done," Shuuhei's voice interrupted the spell, and Renji scowled.

"Fish? Since when the hell did I have fish in my house?"

However, he sat down were Shuuhei had indicated.

"Oh. While you were sleeping I stopped out to the market and got some food," came the response. "When I woke up, I looked in your fridge and saw about five cans of beer, and tofu. You really should eat better Renji."

"Shutup you sound like my mom." Came the grumble, "and did you actually go out like that? Where the hell did you find the apron?"

"So talkative," Shuuhei teasingly said, before he turned around, tray in hand. With some grace, befitting a man wearing a frilly pink and white apron with bunny head shaped pockets. He walked over to the small table, and set the tray down.

Renji's eyes settled upon the dishes, which included an omelette with peppers, a dish with some fish, miso soup, and yogurt.

"What is this?" he frowned.

"Breakfast. Would you like any sauce on your omelette?"

"Uhm.. uh.. ketchup." Renji replied, a little confused as to what exactly was happening.

As if by magic, a small ketchup bottle appeared in Shuuhei's hands, and Renji watched as the words 'good morning!' with a small smiley sun was expertly squeezed across his omelette.

"What the hell is this?!" Renji choked out, except, some laughter was managing to get out, to allay his anger.

"Good morning?" Shuuhei frowned, and squinted at his handiwork, "I didn't spell it wrong as far as I can tell."

"No!" The word came out more forcefully than intended, but the sheer awkwardness mixed with strangeness was causing Renji to burst into a fit of manly [or not so manly, depending on the perspective you would prefer to look at it from] giggles. "All this crap! Breakfast! Pink aprons! Writing on my omelette! My gosh, it's like some damned maid café!"

"Hey! Shutup! I'm trying to make up for staying over! A thank you of sorts!" Shuuhei retorted, as he slammed the ketchup down, "And just cuz I know how to cook and serve isn't to be laughed at rich boy!"

"Yes it is!" Renji replied, picking up his chopsticks. "What is this all about? You still haven't really answered me."

"Hold on, lemme sit down," came the response, and, after delivering his own breakfast to the table, Shuuhei sat down across from Renji.

Impatiently, Renji watched as Shuuhei arranged his dishes to his liking, and then, squirted a ketchup message to himself.

The smirk Shuuhei got while reading his message, made Renji peer at it and frown.

"Ecchi?"

"Ah?" Shuuhei looked up, "Yeah. How I feel at the moment."

"Wh-why?" Renji flushed a little at asking the question.

Their eyes met for a moment, and, then, Renji looked away. "Oh. Right. Nevermind."

He couldn't help but wonder, how ecchi Shuuhei was really feeling, and the sudden image of Shuuhei having an erection, brushing against his favourite jeans made him feel hot and uncomfortable.

To distract himself, Renji took a bite of the omelette, his eyes widening at how delicious it actually was.

"This is pretty good." He commented.

"I should hope so." Was the reply.

"Why?" Renji looked up, curious.

"I used to be a chef. If I couldn't cook then I would have had many unhappy customers."

"Chef?"

"And waiter."

"Waiter?"

"Yeah. Had a lot of odd jobs."

"Why?"

"Cuz I need money…" Shuuhei picked up his miso, and took a sip, deliberately trailing off the conversation.

"By the way, I wore your jacket when I went out, but I spent my money. And I sort of stole your jeans… but I hung our clothes up to dry, so once that's done I can leave."

"How early did you wake up then?"

"Oh. About six." Came the response.

"What time is it now?"

The conversation felt stilted, and he watched as Shuuhei did some mental calculations.

"About nine thirty I think."

"Oh."

They continued to eat in silence.

"By the way, uhm.. this morning… the uhm.. incident…. Never happened ok?" Renji muttered, breaking the silence, his face matching his hair.

"You mean me walking in on you jerking your luscious cock off and the whole suppression of my desire to fuck you right then and there?" The words easily came out of Shuuhei's dirty mouth, and Renji watched with some horror as he leaned forward a bit. "So I can pretend instead that we really did fuck?"

"NO!" Renji violently put his chopsticks down, and instinctively scooted away from the table, glaring, when Shuuhei succumbed to guffaws of laughter. "Why are you laughing at me!?"

"Cuz yer so easy to dick around with." Was the response. "Look, every guy jerks off in the morning when he has time, it's nothing to be ashamed off. Look, I even did it in your bathroom this morning, so now we're even right?"

"You.. you jerked off in my bathroom!?"

"Better than your bed right?" came the response, before he shovelled some fish into his mouth.

Renji quite honestly had never met anyone that was anything like Shuuhei Hisagi.

Warily, Renji returned to his breakfast, focusing on the food.

Scraping his chopsticks against his empty plate, Renji finally managed to ask, "Why are you so mean to me?"

"Hm?" Shuuhei swallowed, before managing, "Cuz I fucking hate you and want to out you so badly, I dream about it."

"How can you out me? I'm not even gay!" Renji replied angrily.

A few words seemed to be playing across Shuuhei's face, but instead, he stood up, and efficiently removed the dishes from the table, no doubt from long practice.

He didn't reply, he only washed the dishes in a thick silence, while Renji angrily stared at the stupid bow at the mans back.

When everything was finally put away, Shuuhei turned around, marginally calmer.

Renji however simmered.

"Look. I was drunk. Can't you get over that?" Renji hissed.

Shuuhei shook his head, "No. I can't. You went with me too willingly. You danced with me too willingly. Why exactly are you engaged to Rukia Renji?"

"It's.. it's arranged."

"No. I know that it's arranged. But I want to know your reasons on why you don't protest this set up, why you placidly go along with it. Why you placidly go along with everything that is set up with you. Hell, I'm beginning to think you have no mind of your own."

"I have a mind of my own!" Renji shouted. "I can think on my own!"

"Oh really? So you agreed to do your fathers weird scheme to make you a man? You agree to marry Rukia, even though you don't love her like a lover? You just placidly agree to everything then?"

"I don't! I'm marrying Rukia because I love her! I'm doing my fathers crazy scheme because I'm sure it will make sense in the end!"

"Tell me what do you really want to do in life Renji? Do you really want to run your families company? Is that where you passion really lies?"

"I – I –" Renji sputtered at a loss for words.

The contemptuous look Shuuhei gave him didn't help at all.

"I'll see if my clothes are dry and if I can leave this place. I'm sick of sharing the same breathing space with an in denial liar like you."

Pushing away from the table, Renji strode across the room, Shuuhei's actions tipping his anger.

"Don't you fucking leave the room, I'm not done with you." He firmly gripped Shuuhei's bicep, forcing him to turn around, forcing their eyes to connect. "Now, look here. I barely know you, and you're fucking calling me a liar. I don't like that, and I don't like you. I could have kicked you out onto the street last night but I didn't, so you better fucking apologize right the fuck now, or else I'll kick you out in that fucking frilly pink apron Rukia gave me as a gag gift."

Grey stormy eyes looked up at him, before narrowing, as if an idea occurred to him.

"Oh. I get it." Came the slow sly words. "I get why you're with Rukia."

Roan eyes narrowed back. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Twisting out of Renji's grip, Shuuhei fully turned around, his hand reaching up, and gripping the front of Renji's shirt, forcing his head to lower.

Their faces bare inches apart, Shuuhei quietly replied, "The height difference fucking turns you on. The idea that someone smaller than you would dominate is what gets you excited."

With his other hand, Shuuhei roughly palmed the crotch of Renji's pants, and Renji swore quietly when his penis got stiffer. He had hit it straight on.

Their lips brushed up against each other, before Shuuhei murmured, "Ya know when you marry Rukia, you gotta fuck her right?"

"You already told me that," came the low growl.

Their words were punctuated by the light brushing of lips, and it felt as if everything except each other was fading away into the background.

"Have you really thought about it?" came the response. Shuuhei's grip on the shirt seemed to get tighter, before, his other hand moved up, and rested against the back of Renji's neck.

"N-yeah, of course." Renji lied, suddenly feeling guilty, that, quite honestly, when he had tried to think about it, his fantasies had somehow changed into other things…

"Yeah?" With some force, Shuuhei forced Renji's head lower, so that their lips met again, Shuuhei's lips not as soft as Renji remembered them being, somehow, being a little more rough.

A warm wet tongue brushed up against Renji's lips possessively, and without thinking, Renji opened his mouth, allowing access, a low moan starting when he felt the invasive tongue rub against his.

With ease, Shuuhei coerced Renji's tongue into his mouth, and sucked on it, like a dirty promise of what could come in the future.

With force, Shuuhei backed Renji up against the counter, pressing his body firmly up against the taller mans. Renji's willpower seemed to melt away into nothing, as he allowed Shuuhei to direct his actions.

Pushing his leg between Renji's thighs, Shuuhei shifted so that their crotches rubbed together, causing Renji to lose his balance, and quickly place his hands on the counter behind him in order to keep it.

Fingers dug sharply into Renjis hair sending contradictory shots of pain throughout his body.

"Yer a real fucking pain bitch ain't ya Renji?" came the low growl, before Shuuhei firmly bit Renji's lower lip. A whimper was the response, followed by a desperate gyration of the hips.

Shifting for better position, Shuuhei made sure that Renji could feel his erection through the denim, before firmly pressing their hardened crotches together.

"Fucking hard too," the kiss became more firm, while Shuuhei ground his crotch against Renji's.

Pulling his lips away, Shuuhei wrenched Renji's hair, pulling his head to an angle, before he pressed his lips against his neck, his teeth grazing Renji's lobe. "Wonder what the others will say if I leave a mark where you can't hide it hmm? Mark you as my disobedient little bitch eh?"

"Nnno don't," came the moan.

"Why not? You're resisting me sooo much right now," came the sarcastic growl. To emphasis his point, he thrust his hips against Renji's, rocking until Renji fell into a desperately needy rhythm. "Hell, I bet I could fuck you right here right now, and you wouldn't even put up a fight."

"Nnn I would…" came the half hearted mumble.

"Fucking liar. Yer fucking melting into me. I bet your asshole is wanting to be fucked despite it being abused from before." Came the growl, followed by Shuuhei's lips suctioning onto Renji's neck.

"More… more.." came the moan, Renji's palms were becoming slippery and he tried harder to keep his grip on the smooth countertop, while thrusting against Shuuhei desperately. "Need to cum… please…"

Teeth bit into his neck, and Shuuhei thrust harder, before the teeth released, and a low growl was issued. "Fucking cum then bitch, I don't got all day."

The words acted like a release, and letting out a low shuddering howl, Renji came, still thrusting against Shuuhei, while Shuuhei's hard cock rubbing against him, began to thrust more earnestly as well, creating a strange friction. Renji's cum splattered against his underpants his cock feeling tight and oppressed in his clothes.

"Fucking cuming right now," Shuuhei growled, before his body shuddered as well, and it set Renji off as his orgasm seemed to prolong, seeming to black out for a moment.

Bliss, bliss, absolute bliss coursed through Renji's body, and he wanted to say something, except when he moved, all the sweat that had built up on his palms caused him to slip backwards, and thump his head hard against the cupboard above it.

Part Two: Muguruma

"Answer your damn phone," came the low moan.

The phone however kept ringing.

"Shuuuheeeeeei…"

No reply.

Cracking open an eye, Kensei surveyed the empty scene before him, the phone lay by his bed, vibrating against the tatami in a very offending manner.

Empty?

Why wasn't Shuuhei's futon laid out?

Groaning, he reached over, and grabbed the phone, peering at who would be calling at such an ungodly hour.

Yamada.

Shit.

"Nnnyello?" he answered.

"Hisagi san?" came the unsure greeting.

"No, this is Kensei… why are you calling? Shuuhei isn't here …" came the rough morning voice.

"Ah! Thank goodness I was able to get a hold of you! I've been calling everyone, but for some reason they haven't been answering. I will be over right away! Please be ready!"

The phone hung up, and Kensei was left staring at the offending object.

Rubbing his eyes, he sat up and looked around, last night slowly coming back.

He had taken Shuuhei's phone as a prank when he had fallen asleep on the train. Apparently, Shuuhei hadn't come home.

"Fuuuck." Kensei tossed the phone across the tatami, before resigning himself to wake up. Yamada sounded dead serious, and he knew that he better at least put some clothes on, so that no embarrassing situations would arise.

Ten minutes later, there was a buzz to the apartment.

"Who is it?"

"Yamada."

"Come in."

Kensei sighed, as he walked towards the door, and opened it to reveal his manager.

"Kensei! Fix up your hair! Put on a hoody at least! We don't have time!"

"For what?" Kensei groaned, "I haven't even had fucking breakfast yet."

"I just landed a really big interview!! You're the only one that answered! You're gonna have to do it," came the firm reply.

"EEEEH? It's the day off!"

A hoody was tossed at Kensei, before a firm grip enclosed around his wrist.

"Don't you fuck this up Kensei," came the low growl, "I worked damn hard to sneak in an interview with Mashiro Kuna! So you better agree!"

Taken aback, Kensei managed a nod, before being dragged by a smiling Hanataro out of the apartment.

It made Kensei sick to the stomach to see his manager act all shy and nice when they reached the TV studio. No one would believe him, or any of the others in the band if they said that their manager was a total slave driver. No. They never saw that side of him, they only saw the soft easy push over side, that somehow managed to always have his clients come out on top.

"Kensei, please sign this form, it's the usual disclaimer for this show," Hanataro handed him a thick pile of paper. "Don't worry about reading it."

Narrowing his eyes, Kensei quickly scanned it. It seemed to be a usual disclaimer, why the show needed it, especially the 'won't sue if maimed or killed' part, was beyond him, but for the moment, he was more afraid of the monster boiling inside Yamada to even bother refusing.

While waiting outside the studio, a makeup artist flitted around him, straightening him up and making sure he matched his 'look'.

Whatever the hell that was supposed to be, he didn't even know anymore.

"OK! On stage!"

Walking, and mostly confused, Kensei felt his blood freeze as he saw who the hostess was.

Oh shit.

No wonder he had to sign all those forms.

He hadn't really seen a full episode of her show, but he had heard about her from other idols, about her nefarious interviews.

He remembered quite vividly the most talked about interview she did with The Gazette which had involved, sending them out to a farm and helping to birth live baby calves.

The ensuing mayhem which involved a lot of blood, placentas, and the natural birthing liquid dominated the gossip magazines for weeks to come.

Large hazel eyes looked over at him, and Kensei tensed.

"Ahhh!!!" she pouted, "You're not Hisagi saaaaaan, but I guess you'll have to do. Mmmm your name is… Chikan kun!!!"

"EAAAAH? Call me Muguruma!" Kensei shouted, irritated.

She grinned, her strange super heroesque outfit lending a strange otherwordly appearance to her lithe frame.

"Ok Chikan kun! Today we're repelling down the 104 building in Shibuya, so we need to get there soon, and that's where out interview is going to take place!"

She grabbed hold of his hand, and began to drag him out of the studio, "This will be fun! While repelling down the building I will be interviewing you about that band! I hope you don't mind heights, but you signed the release form so you shouldn't right?"

Kensei was shocked beyond words, and didn't know what the hell was happening. All he kept focusing on was her absurd green hair, and the constant chatter of her voice, and the warmth that seemed to come from her tight grip on his wrist. He had never met a female so determined and crazy and so utterly distracting before.

She was so tomboyish in her appearance, she didn't really seem to care at all at her lack of makeup.

In fact, so out of it, with shock, was he, that he only realized he had reached the top of the 104 building, when he felt a strong breeze go straight through his hoody.

"Aaah! Put the equipment on Chikan kun! The interview is about to start soon."

He nodded, trying not to think about how much he hated heights, knowing he had to keep up his image, despite how much he wanted to scream at this situation.

"This has all been tested right?" he asked the person rigging him up.

The person smiled, "Yes, it has been tested, we are a well known group who have done numerous repelling activities down architectural structures. Although 104 I believe will be the tallest for us… it should all work out fine. If not you have signed the release form!"

"That doesn't make me feel any fucking better," Kensei muttered as the straps tightened.

He glanced over to the hostess, who seemed unaffected at all about where they were, and he prayed to whatever gods were listening, that he would be able to survive what was about to be thrown at him.

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AN: What do you mean I deviated on a completely useless tangent?

And repelling is.. where you strap up and walk down mountains and tall buildings pretty much.

Ecchi is perverted, but you should know that already, and 104 building is a popular shopping centre at the heart of Shibuya! Thanks for all the favoriting and reviews. It spurs me on to write, when I'm feeling lazy!