Title: 867-5309 Renji (For a Good Time Call)
Pairing: RenBya - yup you read right!
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slight crack... PWP, seriously there is no story in this one, it's all sex.
Summary: Renji is a part-time phone sex operator. Byakuya is a high powered CEO, all alone (mostly) in a foreign country... they cross lines.
A/N: ShuIchi? check. Hair porn? check. RenBya? check. Anything else? Didn't think so.
This one is for you, lyingfiend , who poked me, prodded me, challenged me to a RenBya. For all of you who like it like this, thank her... I wouldna ever think to do it this way otherwise.
Also, I'm embarassed (not really) that there is no story-plot in this chapter at all. It's all just sex. I can't even give it its own chapter.
Chapter 5.5
"Hey! Hey you!"
Ichigo glanced over at Shuhei, who in turn had looked over his shoulder to see who was yelling at them. "Ignore him," the redhead muttered.
Hisagi shot the bodyguard a quizzical look, "You know him?"
"No."
"Hey! Hey asshole! Don't pretend you don't hear me!" the guy shouted again.
Ichigo sighed. Maybe it'd just be better if they got this over with.
He stopped walking; Shuhei stopping one step later. "Let me handle this, okay?" There was something in his voice that made Shuhei agree without question.
"Sure," the brunet replied casually, but instinct kept the assistant-editor alert to the three men heading their way.
Kurosaki waited as the three guys walked up to him; the apparent leader, the tallest guy, was sporting a black eye.
"Yeah, he's the one..." Black Eye guy said to his other companions, pointing to Ichigo, "this is the guy who sucker punched me!"
Ichigo shook his head, like he couldn't believe there were still Neanderthals circulating in modern society. "I didn't 'sucker punch' you... the lady you were bugging last night asked you to leave her alone, nicely. Instead you proceeded to crowd her and ignored her request. I just needed to make sure you were listening… and by the way, you threw the first punch. I just retaliated. It's not called a sucker punch if you're the one swinging first."
Black Eye guy narrowed his eyes, stepping forward and crowding Ichigo. "Oh yeah? What if I say not?" He glanced over at his companions, both guys looked ready for a fight too.
Concerned, Shuhei spoke up, "Listen, you don't want to start anything here..."
"Shuhei," Ichigo said calmly without looking back, not taking his eyes off the three, "please, I can handle this."
"What the hell?! Where's your girlfriend?" asked Black Eye guy, noticing Shuhei for the first time, "You cheatin' on her with this dude? What the fuck?! I'm gonna kick your ass just for being a two timer!"
Ichigo almost laughed, it was too easy. This guy was seriously lacking brain cells.
Black eye guy pulled back his right arm, telegraphing his intentions while his two companions moved around Ichigo to flank him on opposing sides.
If Shuhei hadn't been standing right there, he would not have believed anyone could move so fast. His mind told him to move; to tackle the one going left to give Kurosaki some help, but he didn't even need to. One minute, there were three large men looming in front of the slight bodyguard; the next had all of them rolling and moaning on the sidewalk, holding their stomachs and cupping their genitals.
Ichigo turned towards Shuhei, grabbing his arm and moving them back in the direction they were originally headed before this minor interruption, "Let's go."
Still stunned, Shuhei mindlessly complied; he looked over at the redhead… there was definitely a palpable energy vibrating through the bodyguard. Adrenaline. Oh yeah…
With a secretive smirk, the brunet pulled Ichigo into the alleyway they just happened to be passing. Luckily, it was one of the cleaner ones; and there were enough shadows around at this time of evening that they could be hidden from view of the street.
"What are you doing?" Ichigo barely managed to hiss, as his mouth was suddenly attacked.
"Fuck, Ichigo… I am so turned on right now," Shuhei breathed, as he pulled back from the kiss. He gazed into chocolate brown eyes that were trying to bank its own fire. "You kick ass."
Taking up the gauntlet, the normally introverted bodyguard allowed his desire to unfurl, "..yeah? Well I can kick yours too, if that's what you're into…" he smirked, hands starting to explore the aggressive brunet. How is it this guy got him to say the stupidest things?
Shuhei was pleased that Ichigo was playing along. Wondering how far the redhead would let him go tonight, Shuhei leaned in closer, pushing Ichigo up against the brick wall of the alleyway. Lean hands rubbed down the outside of both thighs on a downward caress, moving toward the inside on their slide back up.
Ichigo inhaled a sharp gasp, pressing up on tiptoes as Shuhei finished the stroke. "Wh-what are you doing?..." he asked quite breathily. The adrenaline already flooded into his system allowed his cock to rise with that simple action, pushing tight against the denim.
"I'm gonna help you get rid of some of that buzz…" he whispered, deftly unzipping Ichigo's fly, "…let me?"
Without waiting for an answer, Shuhei's nimble hand delved into the front of Ichigo's pants, confidently stroking the half-firm cock into full hardness. The tattooed brunet swooped down to capture the bodyguard's soft lips, applying the same rhythm with his tongue as he did with his hand.
Ichigo couldn't even think; his body reacting instinctively without his mind. His hips automatically started pivoting into Hisagi's insistent hand; his mouth latched greedily onto the other, tongue eagerly accepting the forceful thrust that wiped his consciousness of all things save this amazing feeling.
Needing air, Ichigo broke from the kiss to lean his head against the brick wall; at this point the only other solid thing he could feel, with the exception of Shuhei's hand. The fire running through his veins threatened to overflow… his eyes rolled into the back of his head. This was going to be quick.
"Shuu-hei…" he growled, "I'm gonna…" His hips frantically thrust up.
"Do it, Ichigo," a rough whisper caressed his ear, "I'm right here… watching you…"
…And it's that voyeuristic tease that pushes Ichigo over the top; knowing those dark eyes were avidly observing every barefaced emotion traversing his normally detached expression.
With a sharp groan, he comes; waves of raw pleasure boosted by all that adrenaline rushes through the redhead… slamming him back against the wall… the never faltering hand encouraging little waves of aftershocks on his way down.
It takes Ichigo an extra minute to get his legs under him again, and they are wobbly at best.
"Damn, you're sexy." Shuhei grinned, kissing him softly before cleaning his hand off and tucking Ichigo back in. The bodyguard's face was still flushed; his eyes still a bit dazed… and cute.
"Thanks…" Ichigo replied self-consciously, thanking him for more than the compliment. Smiling back, he offered, "can I, uh… help you out?"
Shuhei laughed, "hell yeah you can!" He glanced down at his watch, "but we need to get to dinner before we lose the reservation. I'll take a rain check from you for dessert," he added with a sultry wink.
With that, he grabbed the redhead's hand and headed back out to the street.
Renji didn't know how they made it into the bedroom, but it involved a lot of pushing and shoving… into furniture… into walls… into each other.
Byakuya had a fistful of his hair in an unyielding grasp. The mere act of touching it seemed to arouse the stoic man. He was using it to his advantage too, exploiting the wild mane to bring Renji's mouth down to his; taking what he wanted, delving with his tongue with increased fervor and passion.
In response, Renji shoved the domineering CEO into the hallway against the wall with an audible thud. He pressed his burning tattooed flesh up against a flawlessly smooth chest… eliciting a soft groan from the pale heir; as the touch of skin on skin shot a bolt of anticipatory pleasure into his belly. Byakuya arched into him, wanting more contact.
At this point, Renji's teeth came out. He broke from the kiss, and with his tongue, licked the underside of Byakuya's chin, up from his jaw line to his ear.
"You taste so good on my tongue, Byakuya…" the redhead whispered, voice roughened with desire, "I think I'm gonna indulge and take a bite…"
An aggressive tongue grabbed at the velvety lobe, pulling it into his mouth. Sharp white teeth nipped playfully at first, then bit down in authority on the erogenous appendage. A hitched breath and a strangled moan were his rewards… a sound that had the redhead's cock jumping. A more urgent and forceful arch into his body by the other man had Renji growling in response.
A predatory smile broke wide across his handsome face. He liked Byakuya's… feistiness… it made his pulse quicken, his desire escalate…
Byakuya used his leverage in Renji's hair to pull the man off his ear. His ears were extremely sensitive; had that talented tongue been used, the astute CEO knew he would have been little more than pliant putty… in the hands of a sculptor… hmm…
Attempting to regulate his breathing, the perceptive heir realized he was rapidly losing his accustomed control over these types of situations. This sculptor's body made him burn; the hard muscles, the lean form… those sinful tattoos. Not to mention the cocksure attitude... and this tall redhead was definitely making moves to dominate the situation; Byakuya was not ready to give up that much control just yet. If the artist wanted it, he'd have to earn it.
"Mmm… I have better ideas of where you can put that mouth to good use…" the bemused CEO countered haughtily… if not a bit breathily.
Byakuya tipped Renji's head to the side, licking wide swathes over the black ink running down his neck, sucking on the erratic jugular pumping wildly beneath his tongue. The other hand not buried in that vibrant mane blindly explored the broad muscular back. In constant motion, it ventured hot skin; scraping blunt nails as it moved down toward the base of Renji's spine. Slender fingers teased at the cleft of his ass, and as it moved… lower… Byakuya latched his mouth over a bronze nipple to give it a harsh tug.
Renji grunted in response, the spike of electricity shooting deep into his belly, and out to his cock. He grinned rapaciously… the game was so on…
Practically picking up the brunet, Renji maneuvered them both into the spacious bedroom… only by chance was it the next doorway to his left.
It was so erotic to him, that he was absolutely naked, and Byakuya was still for the most part, dressed. The billionaire's clothes were luxuriantly made; the buttery smooth silk shirt caressed wherever it met Renji's tanned skin, the tailor-made pants were cool when brushing against his legs, and soft and sleek where he nestled his erect cock against the other still encumbered, rubbing them along side each other in an ever increasing insistency, as he moved them towards the bed.
Again he bodily pushed at the slighter man, moving him backwards; guiding him with hips and nudges of his chest and shoulders, to where the redhead wanted him to be.
"Oh yeah?..." Renji countered, sultry eyes lit with wicked promise, "… and where would you like my mouth? ...Here?"
He lowered his head, laving the side of Byakuya's long elegant neck, washing it with his tongue like an overgrown cat. Sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin, moving down until he reached the throat's hollow... smirking again at reaching the collar bone. He scraped at it gently with his teeth, then latched upon it... biting and sucking hard with his mouth. He felt the guttural moan rumbling through Byakuya's chest; and his blood thrummed at the thick lust moving through his body.
"You want it a little lower?..." a rough voice whispered.
Skillful hands quickly removed the rest of the heir's offending garments, and Byakuya shivered at the sudden onslaught of cool air against his flushed skin.
Renji paused for a moment, taking in the sight of the fully aroused-- beautifully aroused, naked man standing in front of him. His artist's eye saw perfection, and magnificence; symmetry and flawlessness. Byakuya was lean muscle and ivory skin. Low soft lighting that had automatically turned on as they entered the room, only assisted in accentuating the smooth brilliance of his skin, and enhanced the deep ebony of his hair. Renji was mesmerized with the swirl of mercury irises being rapidly engulfed by the black of dilated pupils.
Any lingering doubts he may have had in the deepest recesses of his unconscious mind, of whether or not he really wanted this were quickly and completely obliterated. Byakuya was gorgeous; and his own body's reaction was for a piercing need to rip through his restraint.
"Byakuya..." the redhead groaned, his teasing banter lost in the reward of finally being able to run his hands over previously covered skin. His voracious mouth moved quickly over the exposed chest; sucking on the already hardened nipples, flicking them with his tongue. His assault continued down the chest... Renji moved to kneel in front of the heir; his hands wrapped around the outside of Byakuya's legs, caressing them on his journey down, heavily stroking with strong fingertips on their way up. He mouthed with soft lips at a jutting hip bone, silky smooth and perfect... his tongue darting out to taste the immaculate skin.
Byakuya was being inundated by touch; the redhead's mouth and lips and talented hands were everywhere. The stimulation was overwhelming for someone not used to allowing others so close to him, not used to allowing these kinds of touches… of fingers that dug into his skin, teeth that teased then bit, lips that coerced and then seized at will… the brunet was rapidly being pulled under by a riptide of never before experienced sexual prowess. He vaguely recognized that he was being seduced… and he liked it.
The redhead could feel the heat rolling off Byakuya's cock, and he rubbed against it with his cheek... tempting him with the proximity of his mouth. Knowing how much it would please the otherwise contained CEO; Renji dragged a thick skein of crimson locks over the straining length, inducing a lovely groan. Wanting to hear more, the redhead did it again; this time by taking the end of a vibrant bundle and wrapping it around the heated girth. Slowly he pulled his head away so that Byakuya felt the sleek glide of vermilion hair on his most sensitive flesh.
"Renji..." the name was moaned, throaty and rough. There was need, and want... and there was so much promise spoken in that one name.
An overwhelming wave of hunger crashed over the redhead, from just hearing his name spoken like that. He stood quickly, latching upon Byakuya's lips while pushing him back upon the bed in one fluid move. Renji crawled over him, continuing his onslaught of lips and teeth and tongue, until they were both out of breath and panting heavily. On all fours, he crouched over the prone heir; Renji shook his head briefly to curtain his crimson mane around their heads to entice the aesthetic CEO, and rubbed his heavy cock over the other's hard belly. "... you ready for me, Byakuya?" he growled lowly, seductively, "...because I want you so badly... its killing me…"
Molten silver fire met Renji's gaze; held it, as if deciding... A short tendril of red hair fell across the brunet's lips. Byakuya pulled it into his mouth, and obscenely twirled it around with his tongue… watching as the ruby eyes watching him darkened in response… turning so the hair pulled out of his mouth; perfect lips opened to reply on an exhale, "..yesss..."
Renji smiled and kissed Byakuya again, this time easily, tenderly... which all too soon moved towards heated and rough... again. "You got any slick?" he breathed a bit shakily, thoroughly distracted by eager hands touching him everywhere.
"Bedside..."
The redhead rolled on his back and over again to his side to traverse the enormity of the bed; and used his long reach to open and rifle through the drawer... on his return roll back, he was pinned by the brunet.
It was Byakuya's turn to straddle the artist, pleased to have a bit of surprise light up the ruby lenses. "Do you not know..." he purred, as he licked Renji with the tip of his tongue, from his chin over his lips to the tip of his nose, "...not to turn your back when fighting for dominance?..." the heir inquired with an arch of a refined brow.
The fiery warmth never faded from the claret eyes. "Oh really?..." Renji applied a liberal amount of the oil to his fingers without breaking eye contact, "...who says we're fighting?"
Confident warm hands rubbed over Byakuya's ribs, down to caress his hips; one moving further to venture over the muscles of his taut ass; not once encountering hesitation or challenge to their destination. Renji leaned up to capture Byakuya's lips, encouraging the CEO to come down to his level. His tongue moved over and under the other warm muscle, exploring the hot mouth; flicking up to stroke the hard palate. Long fingers moved... and Byakuya broke from the kiss to pant against Renji's lips as he felt the intimate touch move within him.
Renji tried to keep Byakuya distracted with flicks of his tongue over his lips, to his chin; eventually moving towards his ear. Remembering the brunet's reaction last time, Renji nibbled and sucked on the sensitive auricle, tracing it with his tongue… biting down on the lobe. A soft groan filled the quiet room. The redhead started a vigorous suckling rhythm as he pushed his fingers in deeper, flexing and stroking, spreading the oil…
A strangled gasp had Byakuya pulling his ear out of Renji's mouth as his forehead fell heavily upon the redhead's shoulder. Heaving breaths tickled and moistened the sculptor's skin… "There..." he rasped, "..right....there..."
Renji pumped into that spot again and again with agile fingers, victorious when he felt Byakuya pushing back against his hand.
"You want me to move?" his voice barely audible, his mouth just inches away from Byakuya's ear. You want it like this?
"No... just… slick yourself up..." Byakuya raised his head; the heat in that mercury gaze told Renji everything. The man was burning on the inside.
Leaning back, Byakuya positioned himself against something much hotter, much larger... slowly, he lowered himself upon the engorged shaft. It had been a long time since he had indulged in this type of physical relief with anyone, let alone another man. It had been even longer still since he allowed anyone this kind of pleasure from him. Byakuya fleeting thought he must be a closet masochist... because the redhead was damn well endowed.
Renji had never experienced anything so hot, so tight, as being engulfed by Byakuya's heat. Fuckfuckfuck! It took all he had not to come on several suspended heartbeats. By the time Byakuya had accepted his length entirely; Renji was covered in a sheen of sweat, breathing hard like he had just sprinted a four minute mile.
They stayed that way for a few moments, until Byakuya was able to open his eyes and meet those of the redhead. "Are you alright?"
"I'm the one who should be saying that to you..." Renji replied hoarsely, still slightly out of breath. "Oh, fuck... Byakuya..." he groaned, gravelly and rough, "you're so fuckin' beautiful...." Renji pulled the CEO down by grabbing a fistful of ebony hair and devouring the mouth that slammed against his own.
There wasn't enough air in the room.
The brunet pushed himself back up, and using Renji's chest as leverage; started a slow rocking motion. Large hands wrapped themselves around slim hips, and helped guide the increasing rhythm. Byakuya's head fell back and his eyes fluttered closed; as a spreading warmth expanded from his gut to work its way up his spine. Pink lips parted to allow a harsher puff of breath to pass.
Renji was not able to break his eyes away from the beauty above him, as he was treated to a rare show. But he was never one to be so passive either, and after all he had already received tonight, Renji wanted-- no, needed to do more; so he spread his knees wide and sat up, holding Byakuya to him.
"Hang on..." was all he had in him to mutter; and Renji wrapped his arm around the brunet and used his considerable strength to flip them over, laying Byakuya gently on his back. He wrapped one long leg around his waist, the other he extended over his shoulder.
With Byakuya's knee bent over his shoulder, Renji wrapped his hand around the outside if it, and turning it slightly, licked and sucked at the unblemished skin on the inside of the heir's joint as he started a slow and steady thrust. A reflexive shiver ran the length of the scion's body. Grinning exultantly at the result, white teeth took a bite into sensitive tissue. Renji was rewarded with a hitching groan, and a clamping down of involuntary muscles upon his buried length.
"Fuck, that's good…" he whispered hoarsely, picking up the pace of his thrusts. That snug heat clutching at the head of his cock was incredible. Tiny sparks of electricity tripped up and down his spine with every thrust. Renji started long deliberate slides into Byakuya, changing the angle slightly with every few strokes…
Byakuya's breathing quickened; his hips beginning to flex with the redhead. He pulled his leg off the muscular shoulder, and wrapped it along with the other around the redhead's waist. That burning ache he had felt earlier was dissolving; the heat that had begun working its way up his spine now sizzled with every deep touch inside him. That wide silken hard glide within him... stretched him... caressed him so fully… Byakuya nearly arched off the bed when the tip of that hard, hot cock ground down in just the right spot.
Head pushing deep into the pillow beneath it; he knew he cried out, and should have been mortified at the shamelessness of it; but the pleasure was so delicious. Even better was the way the redhead responded; by moving faster… and harder… pounding into the same spot… it just about had the heir moaning with every thrust.
Oh hell yes…
Renji was working hard now; droplets of sweat sluicing down his neck, dripping off his chin onto the heated body below. He had leaned up on his knees, and forward to capture Byakuya's mouth again, to taste the unfiltered passion… wanting to be everywhere and everything to this man. His mouth blindly searching found Byakuya's; who latched on and for a moment sucked on his tongue to the rhythm of the cock moving inside. Renji managed a few licks, but was so far gone with his own need; he could only pant open mouthed against the heir's lips.
He felt the fire surge at the base of his spine and realizing he was about to tip the edge; Renji wrapped his slick hand around the rock hard girth tracing his abdomen in wet patterns. With a sculptor's gifted touch, he stroked and massaged at the same time to the same rough thrust and drag he used with his hips.
Byakuya lost all coherency. The dual contact, pressing so intimately inside him and fisting over his straining length was just too much. The utter rush of blue scintillated lightening burst inside him… exploding outward… his neck snapped back, a silent scream ripped from his throat as his body convulsed in rapturous pleasure.
Renji felt the intense climax racing through the man beneath him, felt the warm fluid overflow his hand and coat his belly; and that rhythmic clenching on his cock felt so fuckin' good!
With a growl he surged; riding hard and deep. He slammed all the way in, conscious thought giving way to primal instinct; the need to get deeper.
He felt Byakuya raise his knees to cradle his heaving flanks, moving with him as he desperately reached for the zenith. He barely registered the tongue licking at his collarbone, or the mouth sucking insistently at his shoulder… what he did feel was the sharp bite at the base of his neck that anchored him to this man, this moment; and it catapulted him over the precipice… Renji shuddered, arching back, releasing a wanton moan as the pure-white heat of orgasm engulfed his soul…
A casual dinner and a couple of games of pool had been a pleasurable way to spend an evening together, Ichigo thought, especially since the beginning of the night had started out so interesting.
They had returned to Shuhei's and were just winding down. Apparently, Ichigo was a lot more tired than he had realized; having fallen asleep on the couch in the span of five minutes, as Shuhei went to grab them a couple of beers from the kitchen.
"Who're you callin'?" a slightly sleepy redhead asked; waking as heard the movement of someone returning to the room.
The response was hesitant, the owner understanding the ribbing and scolding he'd get for his admission, "…uh, just Renji."
"What?! Why?" crinkling his nose and yawning loudly to clear his head. Ichigo sat up; getting into a full cat-like stretch to unfold his previously sleeping body, "Are you his mother?"
"No!.. of course I'm not his fuckin' mother!" Shuhei retorted indignantly, "… it's just that… he hasn't called… and it's almost 11pm…" the roommate finished… very quietly. "It's just not like him."
The younger man laughed, no… hooted, "Oh fuck, that is priceless!" Eventually, Ichigo toned it down to a snicker, leaning back on the couch and bending his arm toward the sulking brunet, "…uh, hey, Mom? I got a boo-boo on my elbow… wouldya kiss it?"
Finally, finally, Shuhei could stand on solid ground again; "I can do more than kiss it, Ichigo…" he insinuated playfully, leaning forward, a leer decorating his otherwise calm demeanor.
"Come over here…"