Chapter Four
The party seemed to have been a good idea, Izuru decided as he sat back on the sofa, laughing as he watched Renji and Ikkaku stood up, singing rather loudly, hanging off each other, with Iba and Shuuhei, waving their cans of beer.
There were a lot of people here; he spotted a few giggling girls he'd seen signing in, and Momo, who had come to speak to him twice. Not to mention the noisy group of lads who kept trying to pick fights; particularly with Ikkaku, using his bald head as bait.
Yumichika was sat on the other side of the room, inspecting his nails; Izuru had noticed a few guys going up and trying to flirt with him. It was sort of sad, there was Ikkaku, who was blatantly flirting with anyone else, male or female; and Yumichika, who only had eyes for that one person.
"Hey, Izuru!" a drunkern Renji had picked him up and pulled him into the circle, leaning on his shoulder and laughing, getting the blonde in a head-lock, "Sing with us!"
"No," he whined, trying to pull away, as the loud music began to play. Iba handed him a bottle of beer, and he began to drink, stood between Renji and Shuuhei, who were both laughing at him.
"I'll be right back," Iba called, he was heading out towards the front, "I hear the door, and the owner of this place is out cold," he gestured to a passed out boy on the floor; someone had been putting the empty beer bottles around him, criminal investigation style.
Ikkaku whistled, and headed off over to Yumichika, bending down to whisper something in his ear, the beautiful man rolled his eyes, but he was undeniably pleased by the attention again. Renji rolled his eyes from where he was, and sighed. "That whole thing is going to end in tears," he sighed, "I don't get it at all."
"Is it bad that Yumichika is hot?" Shuuhei asked suddenly.
Izuru rolled his eyes, "Senpai, no. You wouldn't have a chance."
Shuuhei shrugged, "I might do, you never know," he licked his lips, causing Izuru and Renji to cringe and look away.
"Shit – a teacher's here," Iba yelled, rushing back into the room, "First years, hide your drinks – you could get into trouble!" The panic in his voice was rapid, as he tried to hide a few of the bottles, "Anyone turning up hung-over tomorrow will get their name given to the Head – shit – shit!"
At that statement, all the first year students began to panic, desperately trying to hide their drinks; Izuru paled, trying to stash the bottle of beer in the cabinet, breathing onto his hand frantically to see if his breath smelt like alcohol. Renji was a hopeless case, drunkenly grabbing at Shuuhei, and trying to stuff his can down his shirt.
"Give me a beer!" A woman's voice called from behind the corner, and Iba's face burst into pure amusement, holding his stomach as he howled with laughter.
"You should've seen your faces!"
The woman appeared beside him; it was the woman from earlier, Boob Lady, as Renji had nicknamed her, Matsumoto-Sensei. All of the second and third years cheered, and raised their glasses to her.
"He was joking, kids," She laughed, "Drink as much as you want – do it now, before you're old and boring!"
Izuru laughed a little behind his hand, as he saw Shuuhei's panic stricken look vanish into a long stare, drool gathering on his bottom lip. Matsumoto-Sensei was wearing a tight fitting pink silken strap top, and tight blue jeans. She looked like perfection, in the form of a hot woman, as it's usually depicted.
The whole of the party (who was not a light-weight) cheered, and Iba handed the woman a beer as she stepped inside. Accompanying her were a few members of the staff, Kyoraku-Sensei, with Nanoa, Ukitake-Sensei, and Ichimaru-Sensei. Izuru spotted Momo craning her neck to see if Aizen-Sensei was with them, and looked severely disappointed when he wasn't.
"I'm going to get another drink," Renji sighed, heading off towards the counter-top, "C'mon, Izuru!"
**
"Hey, Ikkaku," Yumichika stood up, wrapping his arms around the others waist, he was drunk, and really hoping Ikkaku wouldn't go off tonight. It was their first night at university; maybe it would be better to slip into the process of being with other people slowly; flirting first, then getting off some other time, and eventually fucking.
"Yeah?" he murmured, twisting his body to the music, grinding against him a little, leaning over his shoulder to pick up a vodka bottle, draining some, and kissing his boyfriend to share the liquid with him. One hand slipped down the back of his hips, gripping his backside, "You got something to say?"
Yumichika swallowed the alcohol, and leant on his shoulder, the music pounding violently in his ears, "Stay with me tonight."
Ikkaku blinked, bending down a little more, "Say what? I can't hear you – the music is too loud!"
He felt his heart sink a little, and leant in to say it again, he'd shout it into his ear if he had too. But then Ikkaku spotted a drunken girl, leaning against the wall, her dress had gotten caught in one of her lacy leg-holsters, her dress was low-cut, showing off half a nipple. Ikkaku whistled, and kissed Yumichika's fore-head, waving teasingly, as he headed over to the girl. He felt his temper flare violently; he was being blown off, for some cheap slut with a tongue ring?!
This was so… ugly!
Yumichika snatched up the vodka bottle from the side and downed most of it, licking his lips, and noticing the staircase, where a lot of people were gathered. Narrowing his eyes, he headed over to where the dancers were, a couple of them were doing leaps off the stairs into the crowd.
After giving the guy at the front a charming smile, he danced on the stairs with a few of the girls, only listening to the cheers from the crowd below, the girls and boys around him were passing an unknown alcoholic substance between them, giggling childishly as he drained some more. Drinking this much was probably a bad idea, considering he didn't hold it well, and he'd been drinking steadily all night… But if Ikkaku was going to try and score with some freaky girl – then there was no reason why he had to watch it happen and be miserable and alone all night!
**
Izuru glanced worriedly at Renji, as the red-head stood outside on the garden wall, laughing as he balanced on one leg, cheering, 'Look at me, Izuru – I'm like a jungle man'…
"Renji, be careful!" he groaned, not knowing what he'd actually do if Renji was to fall. Shit, that could be nasty…
"Hey, Izuru," he turned around to see Momo smiling nervously at him. She had come to the party in a denim skirt and pretty blue top, with a black cardigan, her hair loose, she looked very tired.
"Oh, hi, Momo," he smiled, ignoring Renji for a minute, "Are you okay?"
"Actually I was going to head back to my dorm now, me and the girls are tired," she gestured to a few of the girls behind her. One of them were roaring drunk and kept laughing and pointing at things, while her friends tried to shush her.
"You're getting on well with the people in your dorm," Izuru laughed, "I'm spending the whole night baby-sitting Renji," he gestured with his thumb, taking another swig of his drink.
Momo laughed a little, "I feel bad for you. I'd help, but I really want to get to class early tomorrow."
"It's fine," he just smiled fondly at her, "You rest up. I'm hoping Renji will fall asleep soon so I can get Hisagi-Senpai to come back."
"I wish you luck, take care of yourself…" she was cut off, as Renji noticed her and began to wave, laughing loudly.
"When did Momo get here? Hi there!" he laughed, swaying a little, causing his two friends to frantically yell at him to stay still. Izuru sighed, slightly jealous as he watched Momo head home with her friends, he wanted to be in bed for class tomorrow too.
"Mmm," Ikkaku groaned from the other side of the door. The door opened, and there was a violent slam as the bald man was pushed up against the brick wall on the side of the house. The girl in his arms, and moaning, her hand down the front of his pants, he was kissing and biting her neck passionately, groaning and grunting into her ear.
Izuru groaned a little, this didn't look good, Renji slowly made his way down, "Hey, Izuru, hold my arm," he groaned, using the blonde as a leaning post as he climbed down.
He was glad Renji wanted to leave the garden, it felt wrong to hear what they'd be hearing any minute now, as the bald man pinned the girl up against the wall, her skirt riding up around her hips, as she moaned into his ear.
"Fucking remember a condom," Renji yelled, kicking a bottle at them, before stomping into the house. Izuru looked embarrassedly at the floor, as he heard the girl begin to moan loudly and wantonly.
"He's such an idiot," Renji grumbled, before lightening up as he saw a group of people playing drinking Jenga, "Oooh – come on, Izuru!"
***
He'd jumped from the stairs into the crowd twice now, laughing, and barely able to stand up properly, Yumichika staggered up again. He'd spotted Ikkaku dragging that girl outside, he felt so mad inside he wanted to drop a bottle out of the window onto them…
Forgetting himself, and laughing out loud, Yumichika threw himself into the crowd. Hands on his back, bouncing him along towards the usual stop at the door; it was sort of like being a rock star, which was a rather beautiful profession, when looked at abstractly.
He yelped as he was set down, although this time he wasn't. He was lowered and lifted into a bridal style hold, looking up to see Shuuhei Hisagi grinning drunkenly back at him. Yumichika laughed, looking up at his face, "Why, hello there," he purred, tilting his head back as he looked at him, "Are you gonna put me down?"
"Well, I can't hold you here forever, but for now, no, I'm not," Shuuhei teased, bouncing him a little. He laughed again and kicked his legs a little, trying to lower himself down. Shuuhei just laughed, though he fell against the wall, still holding the other onto his lap. Both of them were laughing a little, Shuuhei took out a pocket bottle of whisky and drained some, offering it to the beauty in his lap.
"Why thank-you, Hisagi-san; you know, I heard that a man only shares his booze when he wants something," he teased.
"Did Ikkaku tell you that?" Shuuhei raised an eyebrow and rolled his eyes, "Because that sounds silly to me."
"No, I just heard it," he raised an eyebrow of his own, taking another sip, "So, are you mad I'm not a kendo player anymore?" he pouted.
"A bit, but you look good like this," the older man smirked, patting his thigh.
"I look good, huh?" he smirked, leaning in, and giving his earlobe a teasing lick, "Tell me… am I good enough to fuck?"
Obviously, the touch, combined with the tone, was enough to make a jolt in Shuuhei's pants, as Yumichika felt something harden beneath him.
"How very cute," the beautiful man sniggered; leaning up a little more, and whispering into Shuuhei's ear, "Say… is there a room up here?"
The older boy went bright red, and then he laughed into his ear, stroking his back smoothly, tracing a hand down to the curve of his backside. It was hard to imagine this lithe and beautiful body pressing against him, was the same one he'd sort to battle against in kendo only a few years ago… "I think there might be, want to go look with me?" he purred into his ear.
"Well, that sounds…" his eyes drifted to the door-way, Ikkaku and the drunk girl were returning from outside. Both of them were still fixing their clothing, her hair was a mess, her skirt hitched up, Yumichika's eyes narrowed in disgust, and then he stood up. "Let's go, Shuuhei," he purred teasingly.
Grinning broadly, Shuuhei Hisagi wrapped an arm around his waist, and began to lead him up the stairs. For the slightest second, Yumichika's eyes caught Ikkaku's; the look one the beautiful man's face said one thing, 'You brought this one yourself'.
**
"Hey, guys, what are you playing?" Ikkaku sat down beside Renji, wrapping an arm around the red-head's shoulder.
"We're playing drinking Jenga, you're just gonna knock it over, bastard!" he elbowed him off, his cheeks flushed from all the extra shots of Sourz he'd been having.
"Easy, don't hit me," he groaned, shoving him off, "I want to play, Renji!"
He half noticed that Renji was avoiding looking at him, glancing across at Izuru, to discover the blonde was doing the same.
"Hey, Izuru – Izuru, pour me a drink," he lifted a shots glass and dangling it out in the air; the slim boy reached out and poured him a shot glass full of the bright red liquid.
"Argh, we're using Sourz? It's like a chick's drink," he joked, and a few of the guys playing laughed.
"Yeah, I guess. Just don't try and screw it," Renji snapped sarcastically.
Ikkaku shoved him, "What's with you, man?"
"Oh, use your fucking head!" he snarled, shoving him back a little harder.
"Don't call me bald!"
"I never called you bald, you bald gimp!"
At this point, Ikkaku had swung at Renji, crying out in rage, only for the content of his drink to fly over someone standing talking to Matsumoto. Ikkaku hissed in annoyance, and turned back to Renji, gripping his collar, "Look whatcha did, jackass!"
"It was your damn fault!" Renji got up, and walked to the guy, "Hey, man, I'm sorry, didn't mean to get that on ya. I have a spare pair of pants?" He paled, as the man turned around, and he came face to face with someone he hadn't seen since he was fourteen years old.
"B-Byakuya Kuchiki?"
Dark eyes narrowed a little, and then he sighed, "Hello, Renji."
This was a little shit; he never thought he'd have to see Byakuya ever again. The only reminder he wanted of when he was younger, was Rukia. He didn't want to go and physically see her, and he certainly didn't want to be around one of the two guys who took her from him.
"Yeah," he said sheepishly. Wishing he wasn't so fucking drunk for this, Renji ruffled his hair at the back, looking at his feet, "Urm… Yeah, I'm really sorry about the drinks."
Byakuya, obviously trying to be diplomatic, shrugged his shoulders, "It's fine, I'm sure it hasn't stained," though his eyes kept trying to peer down at the mark on his back.
"Oh, it has, you look like it's your time of the month," called a voice from the other side of the room. Yoruichi-Sensei appeared, carrying two twelve pack's under her arms, which caused a loud cheer from the students who rushed towards her. She laughed, making her way over; Ikkaku couldn't stop staring at her, she was pretty hot… Well, a foot in the back of his head soon taught him to watch where his eyes were.
"Soi Fon," the dark skinned woman laughed, gesturing for the petit Chinese girl to stand by her side, "I've told you not to do that."
"Forgive me, Yoruichi-sama," she said in a little voice, but the look she shot Ikkaku was clear enough, 'Keep staring at her like that and I'll stab you'.
"I apologize for her, she sometimes forgets her place, she's very sorry," she bent down a little to Ikkaku, "Aren't you, Soi Fon?"
"Perfectly," she bowed a little.
Yoruichi turned her attention back to Byakuya, giving him a wide grin, "You have a massive red stain on your backside."
He shot her a look, and looked back at Renji, "You mentioned a spare pair of pants?"
**
Shuuhei Hisagi groaned as he was pushed up against the door of the room the two of them had just entered. His cheeks darkened, and he bent his head, reaching around for the light.
"Leave it," Yumichika whispered into his ear, licking along the lobe, and slipping a hand along the waist of his pants, sliding a hand down, undoing his zipper, and beneath his underwear.
"Aaah," Hisagi moaned a little, closing his eyes blissfully, "No, I want to look at you," he purred, leaning down to kiss him deeply on the mouth. Grinning as he found the switch, bathing them in a dim light. Yumichika chuckled, as he worked down the older boy's jeans and yelped as Shuuhei lifted him up, wrapping his legs around his waist as he carried him onto the bed. Unfortunately he lost his balance, sending them both falling onto the bed.
He panted a little, staring up at the man ontop of him, smelling the beer on his breath, the beautiful man leant up and chastely kissed him on the cheek, before licking the inside of his ear, drawing out a moan from the stronger male.
Shuuhei reached down and held down Yumichika's wrists for a moment, his drunkern eyes focused on his face, before leaning in and kissing him deeply on the lips. He returned the kiss; it was different to Ikkaku's, this was the sort of kiss used only to seduce a new lover to bed. Yumichika broke his hands free and entwined them into Shuuhei's hair; it felt so different to be with a man with hair. It felt so soft beneath his fingers, Yumichika reached down and slipped his hand into Shuuhei's pants, he shot the older man a teasing smirk, "Mm, you like this?"
He nodded his head, "God, keep doing that," he groaned, pulling back to sit against the wall, Yumichika sat up on the bed, and pulled Shuuhei's jeans down to his knees, doing the same with his boxers, he smirked a little as he stared at his member.
Lowering his head, his ass high in the air, Yumichika held the stiff erection at the bottom, giving its head a teasing lick. He turned his stare up as Shuuhei released a little cry of pleasure; his eyes clenched shut, a hand lowering to rest itself in Yumichika's hair.
If he'd been sober, he'd have snapped at him for touching his hair, but as he was it didn't really seem to matter. Smirking a little to himself at how turned on the drunken man was already, his cock twitching as if begging for touch, Yumichika lowered his mouth onto it; devouring the whole head in his mouth at first, the tongue flicking across the slit, almost to test him for a reaction. The hand in his hair clutched at the strands tighter, letting out little pants of pleasure, it was a good sign for Yumichika, and he felt his ego inflate slightly, before starting to take in inch by inch of the throbbing cock in his mouth.
Shuuhei was in complete bliss, his eyes closed, fisting the hair, as he felt his erection sink into that heavenly mouth, he was doing his best to have some self restraint and not thrust his hips up. "Aaah," the tattooed man moaned, tossing his head back against the wall as Yumichika pulled back and licked all the way up from his balls to the head. He managed to open his eyes, and found himself staring back into those beautiful azure ones, Yumichika was smirking at him; his cheeks flushed from the alcohol, and gave the head of his erection another teasing lick, before beginning to suck him again, taking more in his mouth, and taking on a hard and fast rhythm.
"Ooh – yeah – yeah – give me more!" he growled out, his grip on the hair tightening, accidentally thrusting his hips into that hot wet heat. Slender hands closed down on his hips holding him down still to the bed. The pleasure was too intense, and Shuuhei was a whimpering and moaning ball of ecstasy, he could feel that familiar sensation in his stomach…
"Yumichika, stop – stop a minute," he groaned, shifting his hips, "Hold on, Yumichika…"
Giving it a final lick, the beautiful man raised his head, "Something wrong?"
"I don't want to cum now," he whispered, his words a little slurred, wrapping his arms around the others waist, Shuuhei giggled, "Izuru n' Renji said I'd never be able to get with ya…" he murmured, sliding a hand underneath Yumichika's shirt.
"So you wanted to prove them wrong?" he asked, taking off Shuuhei's shirt and sucking hard on the tattoo on his neck.
"Nah," the older man smirked, "I like ya, you're pretty, and quirky," he tweaked a nipple underneath Yumichika's shirt. The beautiful man gasped and moaned gently, closing his eyes, surprised, he'd forgotten how good another's touch could feel.
"You're drunk," he laughed, as Shuuhei pushed him onto his back, and pulled off his tight jeans and underwear, his cheeks going a little red as he felt the other man's dark eyes on his body. Yumichika looked away a little; this was his first time being with someone else, someone who wasn't Ikkaku. His chest was heaving a little, he'd never had doubts about the beauty of his body, but being bare infront of someone else, made him feel a little… exposed.
"There ain't an ugly part on you," Shuuhei teased him, leaning down and licking one of his nipples, Yumichika moaned a little, stroking his hands through the soft dark hair. One of the other man's legs pressed between Yumichika's two, and one of his hands tugged at his hard cock. The beautiful man groaned a little, rocking his hips up into the touch.
"I want you on your back," Shuuhei purred into his ear, pressing two fingers against his entrance. Strangely enough, it had been a while since he was prepared, for the slightest moment he panicked that maybe this guy was after something a little more serious, he was going to more tender methods to impress. He closed his eyes and gasped a little as he felt the fingers slip inside him.
"Aahh, yeah, that feels good," he moaned, his eyes closed. If Ikkaku was going to indulge in others so fast, why should Yumichika not do the same? Groaning and tossing back his head, he clenched his eyes shut, trying to move his hips down onto his fingers Shuuhei was scissoring inside of him. It felt strange, but he wasn't thinking of Ikkaku at all, as he grabbed onto the back of Shuuhei's' neck, and kissed him passionately, before hissing into his ear, "I want you inside me."
Shuuhei groaned a little and pulled back, he was hastily picking a condom out of his fallen jeans. Yumichika sat up a little to help him, as he attempted to slide it over his cock.
"No, if you touch me, I won't last," he whispered, kissing Yumichika's cheek tenderly, before fitting it on properly. The next thing the beautiful man knew, he was on his back, his legs over the other man's shoulders, he could feel Shuuhei's erection pressing against his puckered entrance. He closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip, as Shuuhei began to thrust inside him. Yumichika's eyes widened and he cried out, his chest rising and falling, arching his spine, and lifting his hands to grip the pillows behind him.
For a moment, the other man did nothing, adjusting to the tight heat around him. He could feel this wasn't Yumichika's first, and the man's body was well adjusted to this sort of treatment. But it felt amazing to be buried inside him, Shuuhei moaned softly, nibbling his bottom lip as he pushed inside all the way to the hilt. Yumichika was panting beneath him, his eyes half open, his cheeks flushed with alcohol and pleasure. It was truly a sight to behold, a stunningly beautiful man, all spread out before him, his soft pink nipples erect from the pleasure, the soft white skin all spread out before him, his hair back against the pillows. All of this was just adding to Shuuhei Hisagi's excitement.
"Please," his voice rasped suddenly, "Please move, Goddamnit, Hisagi – move!"
Now if that wasn't incentive, what was? He gripped the smaller man's hips and began to thrust hard and fast. Yumichika yelled out in pleasure, biting his bottom lip and arching his back, moving his hips to meet Shuuhei's thrusts. Shuuhei groaned out, little grunts of pleasure leaving his lips as he slammed in and out of him, harder and faster. He was unbelievably turned on by the cries and whimpers of the beautiful man.
"Yes – urgh – God – just like that!" Yumichika moaned out, his eyes opened wide as he stared back up at Shuuhei. He flushed pink and gripped his hips, slamming in as hard as he could. Yumichika's cock began to leak pre-cum, and he almost screamed as Shuuhei hit his prostate. Usually he was pretty good at containing him, but as Ikkaku had told him, the only time he was completely honest was when he was being fucked; and the way Shuuhei was moving inside him, was so different from the way Ikkaku had touched him. The angle he was hitting his prostate at sent tingles all along his body; his toes had gone completely numb. All too soon, he could feel the heat rising in his belly, his mouth open, not in control of the sounds leaving him; it was the same with Shuuhei. His eyes were clenched shut, as he got closer and closer to his peak – it was almost too much to bear!
Although he'd known a climax from this would have been inevitable, he never expected it to feel so good – Yumichika had screamed out in pleasure as he came, Shuuhei followed him seconds later, as he felt Yumichika's inner walls clenching around him hard.
It was an unbelievably good feeling, his heart pounding in his chest, his cheeks flushed, his hair a mess, Yumichika lay, with Shuuhei ontop if him, breathing into his ear. To his greatest surprise, it was a completely beautiful moment.
**
Byakuya's eyes narrowed as Renji handed him a pair of blue jeans. He slipped them on, after removing the designer cream trousers he was wearing, when he cried out in alarm.
"Abarai, why are you only in your underwear?"
"Oh, I was lying about having a spare pair of pants," the red-head groaned, he was using the wall for support, and had nearly fallen on his face about five times while taking his jeans off.
"Well, why on earth would you say something so ridiculous?" he frowned, folding his arms, not taking the jeans off. Though he disliked the way they smelt like beer and sweat.
"I dunno," he shrugged, "I guess I didn't want ya tellin' Rukia I got booze all over your nice clothes?"
Byakuya rolled his eyes, and turned to go, "Try not to drink any more, Abarai," he snapped, about to open the bathroom door, when Renji reached out for the door as well, knocking Byakuya against it. He fell with his face pressing against the noble's collar.
"Mm," he groaned his body pressing against him. Relaxed for the moment, until Byakuya's cheeks flared and he shoved Renji hard onto the floor.
"Stay away from me!" he snarled, "What on earth do you think you're doing?" he brushed himself off, and slammed the door shut behind him, leaving Renji, lying in the bath-tub, his ass in the air, his legs dangling.
It was around then he fell asleep, hoping nobody needed to use the bath tub tonight…
