A/N: I asked howlingforrenji for a scenario and was requested to show a jealous Renji. I'll admit this was harder to write than I thought it would be. I came up with two ideas, one with him established in a relationship and one with him discovering his want of one. Here is the first.
Save the Last Dance for Me
By: bleachfanficfanatic
Reflected in the mirror before you, you can see a grumbling Renji scowling at the wall. Really, sometimes you can't believe how immature he can be about some things, but that's part of his endearment you suppose. Your eyes shift back to the task of putting on lipstick, the last thing you need is to smudge and have to do your whole face over again.
As you progress you hear his gruff voice ask, "Why do you even want to go?"
You sigh as you finish your lips and turn them up in a bemused smile. "It's good exercise."
"So is sparring," he grumbles and you chuckle.
"It's fun," you emphasize.
He frowns deeper, crossing his arms as his eyes meet yours in the reflective glass. "And sparring isn't?" he questions.
"Careful Renji, you're eleventh division is showing," you quip. He grunts something unintelligible beneath his breath as you take one last look in the mirror. Perfect.
You turn around quickly, your fluttery yellow dress whirling around you and stroll up to him placing your hands on his chest. Even in heels you have to go on tiptoes to reach his lips which you peck lightly before saying, "I'll be back late, see you tomorrow."
"Tch, you think you're going by yourself? No way, I don't care if I'm not able to do it, but I'll be damned if you're going without me."
You roll your eyes and kiss his cheek leaving a lipstick print. You're tempted to leave it there but he's already in such a piss poor mood it will just make things worse. Sighing you rub it off with your thumb before meeting your gaze to his again. "Fine, but you'll have to meet us there because I don't have time to wait for you to get into your gigai." You fish out a business card from your purse. "Here's the address, see you later Mr. Paranoid."
You tap his cheek with the palm of your hand and stride out the door purposefully swaying your hips. You know he hates to see you leave but loves to watch you go so you usually try to put on a show for him.
Renji curses under his breath as he struggles to get into his gigai. No matter your reason he can't help the sting he felt when you said you didn't have time to wait for him. It's stupid, he knows he should have been ready to go when you were but he'd been too busy arguing with himself to pay attention to the damn time. But once he saw you in your dress, all made up to go out with someone else his resolve to stay behind crumbled. So now here he was, pissed because you're insisting on going to this stupid place and horny because you just had to sashay away like that.
Finally he makes it in the damn faux body and gets dressed in black slacks, a black button down and red tie.
When he enters the dance hall his eyes find you immediately. Taking a seat at the bar he orders a scotch. Once it's in his hand he turns and leans back against the bar watching you. He knows he shouldn't be jealous, there's no reason to be. You're with Yumichika and he knows there's nothing between the two of you because you're faithful and he's too in love with himself to need another person. But emotions have a funny way sending logic and reason to the far corners of the earth and as he watches you swing and sway about the dance floor he can feel his body tense.
As Yumi's hands glide over your waist, hold your hands, twirl you around, pull you close and touch your neck he feels his own hands tighten into fists, his jaw clenching so tight he's sure his teeth will crack. His breathing is labored. This was decidedly a very stupid idea because no matter how much he tells himself to calm down and it's not a big deal he can't get over that someone other than himself is touching you like that. Truthfully Renji had never realized how sensual dancing could be having not really participated in it himself. It always felt like something foolishly over complicated that he'd rather avoid. He remembers your quip about the eleventh and finds it ironic now given that you're dancing with someone from said division rather than with him, your boyfriend.
You, of course, had asked him to accompany you but when he'd made it clear he wouldn't be caught dead on a dance floor you found someone who was willing to take you. For just a second he'd thought you'd done that to goad him into saying yes but thankfully he'd held his tongue; he knew you better than that.
You felt your solution of going with someone who has absolutely no interest in you at all and who will actually enjoy said activity was perfect. And initially Renji had agreed. But now…now he is regretting his hasty refusal. Because you look almost ethereal whipping back and forth across the floor, your feet moving in quick steps, your eyes shining with joy and one of the biggest smiles he's ever seen plastered on your face. As your hair whips around along with your dress he makes a decision. Downing the last of his drink he strides out of the door back to the shop and drops off his gigai.
Upon arrival back to Soul Society he seeks out the one person he knows can help him.
Back in the living world you're seated with Yumi taking a break but your eyes are constantly moving seeking a certain red head. Frowning you excuse yourself to the restroom to touch up. That done, you walk the perimeter of the dance hall only to find he's really not here. Unexpectedly you feel a little hurt. He did say he didn't want you here without him but maybe he decided it was best he not come. You shrug and head back to Yumichika. Eventually the two of you have danced your feet into oblivion and decide to call it quits.
When you reach the shop you're surprised to learn from Kisuke that Renji already left back to Soul Society. He couldn't even wait until tomorrow so you could go together? The hurt feeling increases but you push it down. Maybe you shouldn't have been so insistent on doing this. You'd seen the look in his eyes when you'd announced you found another dance partner but damn it you're allowed to have hobbies that you enjoy too! So you'd gone ahead with your plan of going dancing with Yumichika.
Time goes by and you begin to worry you may have inadvertently thrown a wrench into your relationship. Renji is more distant, constantly having to work late and seemingly unwilling to come over to see you as much as before claiming exhaustion.
When you ask him if anything's wrong he smirks. "Just Kuchiki-taichou riding my ass all the time." He kisses your head. "Don't worry _-chan, things should quiet down soon."
You know you trust him, he's not the kind to go running around on you but your heart clenches painfully each night that goes by and he's not with you. Prior to your dance date with Yumichika, Renji was at your house or you at his almost every night. You practically lived together despite having separate dwellings. But now he's absent, busy, tired and…secretive. You shake your head.
"Who's paranoid now?" you chastise yourself.
A month later you're shocked when you arrive home to find a dozen roses, pink and red, along with a card and a white box. Opening the card your lips tug up into a smile.
"_-chan, I know I've been distant and busy all of last month and I'm sorry. To make it up to you I want to take you out tonight. Put on your present and be ready for me by 7:30. – Renji"
Turning your attention to the box you undo the purple bow and open it. You gasp as you take out a bright red dress. Bouncing excitedly you rush into your bedroom to try it on. As the slinky material glides over your hourglass form you're shocked by how well it fits despite being the tightest item of clothing you've ever put on. The back is low, almost touching the top of your butt and there is a long slit up the right side showing your strong leg nicely. The neck line is high so you opt for a string of simple pearls.
Putting on black high heels you step back to admire the results. You never knew Renji had such great taste in clothes but this dress makes you feel like a goddess! Looking at the clock you see you only have twenty more minutes until he's scheduled to arrive so you quickly twirl your hair up into a bun and put on mascara, eyeliner and deep red lipstick.
Precisely at 7:30 there is a knock at your door sending a barrage of butterflies into your stomach. Opening it you hitch your breath. Renji is stand there with another half dozen roses in his hands. He's dressed in a black shirt, the top two buttons undone showing part of his chiseled chest, and black loose but not too loose slacks with black shoes on his feet. His bright red hair is braided, the braid trailing over the front of his shoulder.
His eyes go wide and you blush under the intensity of his stare. It's almost like he's seeing the dress for the first time. Silently he hands you the roses and you thank him softly. As you turn to add them to the existing dozen you hear his breath catch.
Whirling back around at the sound you're surprised to see his eyes glazing over with heat.
"Damn it," he breaths out lifting his hand to touch your face, "she really knows how to pick'em."
"She? What are you talking about Renji?" you ask confused.
"Rangiku, she…she helped me by picking your outfit. I had no idea what to get but, shit, she outdid herself this time."
You giggle and make a mental note to thank your fellow fukutaichou later for her assistance. Reaching up you wrap your arms around Renji's neck prompting his own to encircle your waist. The dress is low enough that you feel his heated touch on your skin and it makes goosebumps erupt all over.
"So, where are we going?" you ask and he blinks.
"Huh? Oh right, um, it's a surprise. Come on." He tugs your hand with a mischievous grin on his face.
Slowly you walk down the street through the balmy night and you can't help but feel content now that he's by your side again, though walking on these roads in your heels is proving more difficult than you'd like to admit. Noticing your struggle Renji reaches down and pulls you into his arms. Without another word he moves into flash step towards your destination. As you get closer he says, "Close your eyes." You obey, tingling with excitement.
When you land it's so tempting to open your eyes but you keep them closed. You hear a door open and are ushered inside somewhere before it shuts again. He guides you and soon you are seated. He whispers in your ear, "Ok, open your eyes."
You open them to find a romantic dinner for two set up in one of the training rooms. "It's the best space I could find," he says sheepishly and you smile.
Leaning up you kiss his lips gently before saying, "It's perfect, thank you."
Over the course of your meal you catch up. He wasn't the only one who was busy and he laughs heartily at your tales of you and Nanao working in tandem to get your troublesome taichou and sotaicho to do their jobs.
Eventually the meal is done but before you can stand he's steps next to you extending his hand. As you take it he snaps his fingers and suddenly there's music playing. Your eyes widen in surprise as he tugs your body to his, his hand trailing down the length of your back making you shiver.
His eyes hold promises of pleasure and you tremble in anticipation. Leaning down he kisses you slow, long and deep, massaging your neck and turning you into putty. Pulling back he whispers, "May I have this dance?"
You almost fall over from shock. Dance? Renji? Your face betrays your surprise and he chuckles. Silently he pulls you to the center of the room and you finally realize what the music you're hearing is: tango.
Oh Kami-sama, he's going to tango with you?
He pulls you into his arms a small grin on his face.
"What brought this on?" you ask allowing him to guide you where he wants.
His expression loses its playfulness for a moment and you sort of regret the question but your curiosity has been peaked. Grasping your chin he looks in your eyes. "I don't want anyone touching you like that but me," he confesses.
You let out a huff of incredulous laughter. "Don't tell me you were jealous?" He doesn't respond and your eyes widen. Placing a hand on his cheek you soften your gaze. "Renji, you were jealous? Of Yumichika? Seriously?"
He shrugs, embarrassment tingeing his cheeks as he averts his gaze. You draw him back and kiss him. "Dance with me you fool," you say and he finally smiles again.
He pulls you even closer, your bodies pressed together and the heat radiating from his skin is hot but your love his burn; he's always run hot in more ways than one. His hand trails down your exposed back again making you arch even closer if that were possible, your breasts pressing against his chest. You've had to wear a backless sticky bra with this ensemble and as his hand trails lower to grasp your ass you see his eyes widen. You aren't wearing any panties.
A coy grin splits your face as you begin to move together to the rhythm of the music. He's surprisingly good for someone who claims he never dances. His hips roll deliciously against you and you gasp as his very firm erection presses momentarily your core before retreating back. He whips you around, your back pressing against his front and strong hands trail up your thighs to grab your waist. Every move is slow and calculated, each touch electric making your pulse jump.
He grabs your hand and twirls you around before pulling you close again, his hand against your back once more as you step, step, step across the floor. He's leading beautifully and you can't help your eyebrow quirking up in a silent question, "When and where did you learn this?"
You're spun around once more before he wraps your arms up around his neck so you're stretched out against him, his hands sliding down your torso before grasping your hips. His breath pants against your neck heating you further. He answers your question simply, "Rangiku."
Instantly you feel a tight bunch in your heart. Rangiku? He's danced like this…with Rangiku? "Is this where you've been spending your nights the last month?" you ask unable to keep the hint of irritation out of your tone. He picks up on it immediately and whips you back around to face him.
Your noses almost touch and he smiles cockily. "Now who's jealous?" he asks cheekily and you want to smack him even though he's right. If he shouldn't worry about Yumichika, you shouldn't worry about Rangiku. In fact, you're certain this whole evening would never have happened if it weren't for her.
"Point made," you concede and his grin widens knowing he's off the hook.
The longer you dance the more your desire grows for him. It's been too long since you last did a tango of the horizontal persuasion. Finally you can't take it any longer. The sensual touches, the heat of him and the music pulsing around you build your sexual frustration to frightening heights. He twirls you around, releasing your hand just as he should but instead of waiting for him to come to you, you face him immediately and run, jumping into his arms and wrapping your legs around his waist.
"Renji," you breathe against his lips before sealing them with yours, tongue darting out to claim his. He groans into your mouth, one arm easily holding you up as his other hand trails to your hair pulling it free allowing it to cascade around your shoulders.
The next moment you're pressed against the wall and moaning as his lips trail down your throat, sucking hard just below your jaw line bringing gasps and pants from your mouth. "Renji, I need you, I need you now," you plead and he grunts.
He sets you down to undo his belt buckle. As the zipper is undone you pull roughly to expose him in all his firm glory. Unable to resist you drop to your knees and take him in one go.
"Fucking hell," he gasps out as your tongue roams over his length, your lips creating a firm sucking sensation that has him trembling. Were your mouth not full of him right now you'd be grinning at his reaction, but you've missed him and you're busy. You take him in again and his hands fly to the wall for purchase. You want to see his face but from your vantage it's impossible so you focus on making him feel as good as you can. He's gone through a lot of trouble and effort to show you how much he cares about you so he deserves one hell of a reward.
"_-chan, stop, please, I…I want to fuck you…please," he pants. Begging, there's something you never thought you'd hear from Abarai-fukutaichou and it turns you on even more. With one last lingering suck you release him. He's on you in a flash, literally, pinning you to the mat and hiking up your dress.
In one fluid motion he's seated fully in you causing both of you to moan loudly. He doesn't even bother to remove his shirt, which is fine with you because it gives you something to hold onto. He pulls back and slams forward again. You open your eyes and see an inferno in his letting you know that first thrust was a warning shot and this will not be slow and gentle. It will be fast, hard and hot, just like the dance you were sharing earlier.
Fulfilling your expectation he leans down and draws you up before leaning back. He's kneeling, your thighs draped on either side of his own. He lifts you by your hips as if you weigh nothing at all and slams you back down on his rod.
"Renji!" you exclaim and he does it again and again and again. He's driving you onto him like a piston and it's the most exhilarating screw you've ever had. He doesn't stop, doesn't slow down, just keeps going. The room fills with unrefined grunting and moans but you're too far gone to care. Finally he hits deep within you a spot that has you seeing stars and you're screaming as you come.
He's not far behind you, spilling himself deep in your body. You're both panting heavily as you collapse on the mat in a tangle of limbs, disheveled clothing and hair strewn about. Eventually you get up and put yourselves back together.
"Remind me to buy Rangiku a bottle of sake as a thank you," you mumble as you walk towards the door. He chuckles and kisses the top of your head. You stop, looking up at him. "Maybe I should make you jealous more often."
He frowns and smacks your ass firmly. "Don't you dare," he growls and you laugh leaning up to kiss him.
"Love you," you say and it brings a smile back to his face.
"Love ya too babe," he says kissing you back.