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ravens_rising) wrote2009-08-04 12:11 pm
ravens_rising) wrote2009-08-04 12:11 pm
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Title: Work? What Work?
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 312
Warnings: boys making out?
Characters: Renji, Ichigo, Ukitake, Shunsui
Pairings: Renji/Ichigo, Ukitake/Shunsui
Note: This was written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spikykun because she's awesome. ILU. It's really short and really rough and AHH my first time writing real RenIchi and uhhh I hope it's okay. ^_^;; It's a companion drabble to this fic.
“You’re late, idiot.” Renji said, looking up and fixing the new arrival with a glare.
Ichigo huffed at him, and rounded the dark, wooden desk. “Well, I’m sorry that some people don’t have an insane father who tries to beat them up every morning!”
“Che. Not my fault you’re too weak to beat him.”
“What was that?!” Ichigo yelled, grabbing at his arm. Renji twisted out of the way, only to be blocked on the opposite side by Ichigo’s other arm. Ichigo shoved him up against the front desk, his angry eyes glittering inches from Renji’s face. Yum, Renji thought.
“Hey.” Renji murmured, his voice husky. Ichigo blinked, some of the anger draining out of his eyes.
“Manipulative bastard.” Ichigo sulked, lowering his head and grazing his teeth none too gently against Renji’s tanned neck. His boyfriend let out a sound that was somewhere between a hiss and a gasp. Ichigo smirked and set to work tracing the tattoos with his tongue.
-
It was Shunsui’s movement that alerted him, not the act itself. He was much more conscious of his new lover’s movements than he was his employees’. He glanced over and saw that Shunsui was staring at… Ichigo and Renji making out against the checkout counter. He sighed. “Not again.”
Shunsui twisted around and looked at him, a strange look in his eyes. Knowing far too well the usual disastrous outcomes that resulted from Shunsui getting strange looks in his eyes, Ukitake regarded him warily. “They do this often?” Shunsui asked.
Ukitake rolled his eyes. “Yes.”
“Oh really.” Shunsui drawled, sliding out of his chair. He glided toward Ukitake, looking predatory and far too pleased with himself. Ukitake definitely recognized the look in his eyes now.
“Sh-Shunsui! I’m worki- mpft!” Shunsui silenced his feeble protests by shoving him up against a bookcase and kissing him thoroughly.
(Ukitake didn’t really mind.)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 312
Warnings: boys making out?
Characters: Renji, Ichigo, Ukitake, Shunsui
Pairings: Renji/Ichigo, Ukitake/Shunsui
Note: This was written for
spikykun because she's awesome. ILU. It's really short and really rough and AHH my first time writing real RenIchi and uhhh I hope it's okay. ^_^;; It's a companion drabble to this fic.“You’re late, idiot.” Renji said, looking up and fixing the new arrival with a glare.
Ichigo huffed at him, and rounded the dark, wooden desk. “Well, I’m sorry that some people don’t have an insane father who tries to beat them up every morning!”
“Che. Not my fault you’re too weak to beat him.”
“What was that?!” Ichigo yelled, grabbing at his arm. Renji twisted out of the way, only to be blocked on the opposite side by Ichigo’s other arm. Ichigo shoved him up against the front desk, his angry eyes glittering inches from Renji’s face. Yum, Renji thought.
“Hey.” Renji murmured, his voice husky. Ichigo blinked, some of the anger draining out of his eyes.
“Manipulative bastard.” Ichigo sulked, lowering his head and grazing his teeth none too gently against Renji’s tanned neck. His boyfriend let out a sound that was somewhere between a hiss and a gasp. Ichigo smirked and set to work tracing the tattoos with his tongue.
-
It was Shunsui’s movement that alerted him, not the act itself. He was much more conscious of his new lover’s movements than he was his employees’. He glanced over and saw that Shunsui was staring at… Ichigo and Renji making out against the checkout counter. He sighed. “Not again.”
Shunsui twisted around and looked at him, a strange look in his eyes. Knowing far too well the usual disastrous outcomes that resulted from Shunsui getting strange looks in his eyes, Ukitake regarded him warily. “They do this often?” Shunsui asked.
Ukitake rolled his eyes. “Yes.”
“Oh really.” Shunsui drawled, sliding out of his chair. He glided toward Ukitake, looking predatory and far too pleased with himself. Ukitake definitely recognized the look in his eyes now.
“Sh-Shunsui! I’m worki- mpft!” Shunsui silenced his feeble protests by shoving him up against a bookcase and kissing him thoroughly.
(Ukitake didn’t really mind.)