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Shunsui x Starrk
Bottle
At the end of a bottle, anything is possible.
He'd learnt that pretty quickly, as soon as he had starting drinking. Green glass, brown glass, clear glass- everything became distorted, but somehow became all the more clear. That was why, he always believed, he made the best decisions when he was drunk.
He finished the bottle that he was currently contending with, raising it to eye level to let the last few drops roll down his throat. Through the haze he could make out a figure, growing larger as he walked towards where Shunsui was sat at the bar.
He put down his bottle with a methodical clink, smiling at the new arrival.
Technically an enemy, the Primera Espada had not been warmly accepted by the Soul Society, but there was something about him that Shunsui could not help but be attracted to. Jyuushiro thought that it was their patent similarities, but he himself was not so sure. He was convinced that it was more the fact that it should have been impossible, and yet, it wasn't. He liked a challenge, particularly one that he did not have to try too hard to accomplish.
He was easy to talk to, easy to be with, although they still had not reached the same sort of deep-seated comfort that he had with Jyuushiro, his oldest friend.
He reached out, to welcome his new companion, and knocked the bottle off the bar top.
There was a smash of glass on the floor, shards of green catching the poor light and glowing as if they were internally lit by unearthly fire. For just a moment, Shunsui was reminded of an opal that a woman he had once known had worn around her neck, and his breath caught in his throat as he remembered-
But then Starrk was kneeling in front of him, gathering the shattered bottle together, and Shunsui was only aware of how much better the scene would be, he looking down at Starrk, on level with his knees, if the two of them were both naked.
With that thought, he grinned.
Starrk righted himself, hands full but uncut. He had a surprising delicacy, Shunsui had noticed- he didn't seem to be able to do anything by accident, despite his apathetic approach towards everything, including personal safety.
"You ruin all my fun, Primera- didn't you know that you were meant to cut a finger so that I could kiss it better?"
Without a flicker in expression, the other held out a finger.
"You can do it anyway, if you want."
Shunsui turned his nose up at the offer, turning his head away, in an act of mock petulance that all who knew him knew never to take seriously.
"No, you've ruined the moment, now."
Starrk just rolled his eyes and ordered another drink for the two of them, Shunsui exultant that he could get away with claiming this drinking session on expenses, since it was, after all, a meeting to better enforce inter-species cohesion. Or something like that.
If Starrk was disappointed that Shunsui hadn't taken his finger in his mouth, then he did not show it. But then, the Captain reasoned, they had proved the night before that there were much better things that could be done with the warm caverns of their mouths…
The drinks arrived.
Shunsui smirked.
Anything was possible.