Chapter The Party. Yippee. Whoop di doo. Happy days. Note the sarcasm.

I wander out into the garden, where Matsumoto is standing suspiciously near to the non-alcoholic punch. Non-alcoholic? What a load of crap. It's probably more sake than punch now.

I'm ignoring Renji's furious glare, because, while I did change my clothes, they're as ...sexy? As the ones I was wearing before.

He's not happy.

Okay, he's probably pissed off because I'm gonna be wearing these at a party where everyone's pretty much destined to get drunk, and God knows that the Shinigami are perverted. Even when they're sober.

Whistling cheerfully, I wander over to Matsumoto.

"Hey," I say. "How much sake did you pour in there?"

"About ten cups," she replies idily. She looks up, and stares.

"ICHIGO!?" she stares at me, openly drooling at my body. Then, she frowns, and stares at me, backing away slowly. "Do you feel alright, Ichigo? You're being...Happy?" she sounds scared. "Sexy, too," she remarks, eyeing my clothes.

"Ne, I feel fine," I say casually, leaning against the table, watching as everyone comes in.

Someone puts on music, and its hard rock, with a heavy beat, and I absently nod my head to it, watching the people who grab drinks, and steadily get drunk. Matsumoto's brought out what appears to be a bottle of just alcohol, and is steadily getting pissed. Somehow, Yama's managed to set up a full out club-like party in the yards of the house, so we have disco lights, and it's getting dark. I feel like I'm in some sort of club, or something.

"Oi Ichi!" yells Ikkaku into my ear. I absently slam my hand into his head. "Oww! What was that for, Ichi! I ain't done nothing ta ya... YET!"

"What do you plan to do to me, Ikkaku?"

"Well, I wanna see whatcha got anda that shirt of yas." His hands slip around me to rest on my chest, and he starts moving them up and down me.

"Nope."

"Yay! Hear this Hisagi, Ichi's letting me see him naked!"

I look at Hisagi, who's rolling his eyes. I don't know why Hisagi's with Ikkaku, god knows Ikkaku's meant to be dating Yumi.

"You're not, are you?" Hisagi asks.

"Course not."

"Good, don't wanna have to carry a badly 'Zabimaru'ed' Ikkaku," he replies absently.

I shrug. Somehow the thought that Renji would attack anyone who hit on me is strangely endearing... cute really. I smile to myself.

Hisagi's shoving a drink into my hands. "Drink at least one cup, Taichou, or else this will really suck." I look at him. Taking the drink, l turn around to Ikkaku, and placing the drink on the table, I eye him. Then, I slam my fist onto the man's head, and knock him out. Taking my drink again, I leave.

I don't plan on drinking it soon, into the dancing in the middle of the front yard, I can smell alcohol, sweat, and can hear panting, laughing, and shouting. It's a full on party.

"ICHI!" screams Matsumoto out of no where, grabbing my arm, and shoving my face into her ... bust.

"Matsumoto! Let go of me already!" I yell at her automatically. This is like a normal occurrence, but it's still annoying when she does. Unfortunately, my voice is muffled. I don't have to write by what, right?

I struggle, but she's determined to get me to dance.

"C'mon, Ichi! Dance! Don't be like stuck up ass Kuchiki!"

I'm assuming she means Byakuya. I hope she means Byakuya. Because, otherwise, he'll get annoyed at her for insulting Rukia. And that means she'll be cut up badly.

That wouldn't be too bad right now, though. It'd mean that she would let go of me.

I finally yank my head away from her ... chest, and stare at her. She looks wild. Her hair's out and everywhere, her eyes are huge and bright, and she's giggling madly.

"Matsumoto," I say, "sit down and don't drink more sake."

"No!" she wails, and yanks me back, wrapping both arms around me, one hand suspiciously near my butt.

I growl, and slam my reiatsu onto her.

Hitsugaya turns up. Ah. Shit. I don't want to explain my actions to her captain. They might not look like it, but they're protective of each other, even if he's got her frozen half the time they're in the same room. Not sure how that shows their protectiveness, and I don't understand why she doesn't have frostbite/hyperthermia/any other condition related to being frozen. But hey. We're talking about Matsumoto and Hitsugaya. There's nothing normal about Shinigami, let alone the Ice Prince and his Sake Princess. Not that they're dating or anything, Hitsugaya's with Hinamori right now. Which is weird. Considering she tried to kill him. But hey.

Okay, I'm just gonna shut up about them now. Return to the action at hand, and all that crap.

"What are you doing to my fukutaicho, Kurosaki?" he asks, sounding suspicious. Heck, I would be too, if someone was making my fukutaicho lay prostrate, (I mean, flat, on the ground, not the other....word. Perverts.).

"She was drunk, and hitting on me," I grumble. Hitsugaya raises an eyebrow. I sigh. "She was holding my arse, Toushiro."

He shrugs. "Make sure she's safe." He glares at me, and I know that if I don't make sure she's okay, I'll have frostbite in the morning.

I nod, and leave her there, as I walk away, wondering why I'm bothering to be here.

Heck, I need to let loose.

I'm gonna regret this in the morning.

I take a large gulp of the punch.

I was right. It's more sake than punch. It's literally punch flavored sake, for all it could be.

I take more. It doesn't taste that bad, actually, it's almost okay. Not good, but not too bad....

I refill my cup.

Hisagi's, who's managing the drinks, stares at me suspiciously as I gulp down the drink. It tastes kinda good now. Used to the taste and all that. Not too bad.

"Trying to get yourself drunk, Ichigo? You're not the type."

I shrug at him. "Feel like it. God knows the last week's been hell."

He chuckles. "You haven't been acting yourself, I'll say that much."

He drinks two cups of the punch flavored sake, which is meant to be just punch, but who cares, I mean, hell, Matsumoto's at the party, every drink'll have sake in them, in quick succession. I drink two cups as well, glaring at him playfully. The punch-flavored sake is tasting better and better, I want more, I drink some more...

I feel goooooooooooooooood.

I giggle madly, and Hisagi grins happily. He walks around the table and hugs me. I smirk at him, and nuzzle his neck.

I shouldn't be doing this, the rational part of my mind, (Zangetsu?) says, but I don't care because Renji's no where near me, and Hisagi is, and Hisagi's cute.

I lick his tattoo.

Hisagi groans, and wraps both arms around me again, yanking me towards him. I smirk, and nuzzle his one helluva well muscled chest.

He smirks, and sticks a hand down the back of my jeans. Ooh...I feel good. Moaning, I snuggle into him.

"HISAGI!" screams a voice. It sounds furious.

Renji. Oh. Shit. This means Hisagi's gonna go, or get killed, and that would be bad, because he feels good next to me like this.

Renji's reiatsu is absolutely furious. I turn to him, smiling as Hisagi's hand stays in its current position, cupping my ass. I shift slightly, feeling his hand rub me.

"Yeah, Renji?" I ask, voice slurring. His eyes widen momentarily, and then he glares at Hisagi.

I whimper unhappily as Hisagi quickly removes his hand from my ass, and my jeans.

I turn to him, begging for him to return his hand to its previous position, but he's nowhere to be seen. That was quick. But I want him...

Renji's arms wrap around my waist.

"You are not allowed to let him do that ever again," he says.

"But why?" I whimper. "It was fun."

"Really?" he sounds like he's been dared. "Bet I can do better."

Ooh. Good.

"Let's dance," he says. I can smell some alcohol on his breath as I turn, my face just under his. We're only a few millimeters away from each other.

"That's boring," I tell him. My tongue flicks out and licks his lips, making him whimper slightly.

I've never felt more horny.

He shakes his head, and pulls me to the dance floor. I absently snuggle into him, determined to feel more of his body, but he's insisting on dancing, and then a slow song comes on. Thank God for whoever's doing the music. This gives me an excuse to I wrap my hands around his neck, as his hands go around my waist, and we sway to the rhythm. Then, I shift my hands down his back, rubbing him.

Renji whimpers at the feel and grabs my face with his hands, and kisses me. It's hot. GOOD. It feels so goddamned good, and his tongue's so talented, and some part of me reminds me that we're doing this in public, and I squish it because I just wanna concentrate on kissing Renji and feeling him, and just Renji in total because he's so goddamned sexy, and I think I should go to the house because no one else is allowed to see Renji naked, and I'm gonna get these stupid clothes off him. NOW.

I tug him towards the house, hearing faint catcalls and whistling, and yells of free porn.

The front door is opened by some short midget with black hair and a camera. I fall through it as Renji pulls away, panting.

"More," I moan, leaning forwards, and attempting for another kiss.

He shakes his head, and stands up, leaving me on the floor. The door's closed.

Renji goes to the kitchen, and I follow slowly, licking my bruised lips.

"Renji," I moan again. "Finish what you've started." I glare at him, pleading for more.

"You're drunk."

"And you're not?" I ask, confused. I thought Renji was drunk too. Renji turns to me, drinking a cold drink. He sees me staring at him, frowning, with a slight pout, and groans.

"Bastard," he mutters, "You're too damn cute."

He strides forward, discarding the cup, and yanks me into another make out session.

I drag him to the basement. I need him. Now.

--

Isshin turned to the main monitor, and turned the volume back on. While he wasn't a stickler for privacy, he did know the limit, and had politely (again, something he wasn't known for) avoided the main monitor, which was connected to the camera in the basement of Ichigo and Renji's new house.

Now, he was quite sure that the two would be exhausted after their lengthy, and repeated, lovemaking, or he hoped they would be.

"My son inherited my stamina. Oh I'm so proud," he said to no one in particular, as he saw the two boys sprawled over each other in the bed. It had taken them some time to actually pull away long enough to properly get into that bed, he remembered.

"I love you Ichigo," Renji suddenly murmured, stroking the boy's hair. "Loved you for a long time, actually. That's why I didn't mind so much, getting married, and everythin', though if it had been of our own free choice, I'd have been happier. And, no, I'm not drunk, just a little bit ...Not as much as you, and I didn't want to ...I dunno, take advantage of you but still... You're too damn cute for your own good, Ichi ... I hope you remember this," he added, finally, gazing at the boy. "Why'd I say that?" he asked after pausing, before leaning down and kissing Ichigo's head.

Isshin's mouth dropped, his eyes widened, and he almost needed treatment for shock.

"Say something good, damnit Ichigo," the father whispered furiously. "Don't blow this up, goddamn it. Oh, God no," he added as the boy let out a huge snore, and turned around, snuggling into Renji's arms.

"You're asleep?" asked Renji, shocked. A little smile drifted onto his face. "Well, remember that in the morning, and tell me you love me too, because what we did tonight pretty much screamed that we love each other." With that, he tightened his hold on Ichigo, and leant back into the bed. Smiling suddenly, he looked at Ichigo. "And don't flirt with my fukutaicho ever again."

Isshin banged on the monitor in frustration. "Goddamn it Ichigo! That's probably one of the most stupid things you've ever done!"

"What's he done this time? I doubt it could match his invasion of Soul Society," drawled Byakuya behind him, Isshin spun around, looking livid.

"He was asleep during Renji's love confession."

Byakuya's eyes widened momentarily as he took in the news. Isshin knew that was the match of someone going into hysteria.

"That is more stupid than invading Soul Society," he agreed softly, walking to the monitor and replaying the confession. He paused, breathing deeply. "The idiot. Well, tomorrow morning, he could remember this and admit to his love for Renji, or he could remember and declare that he doesn't love Renji. Or, he could not remember but admit to his love anyway, or he could say that this night means nothing."

Isshin smiled deprecatingly. "My money's on him making a huge mountain out of nothing."

A/N:

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